05 - Goddamned zombies
[Written hastily in a moment of Not Being Swarmed by Zombies. At the moment he's separated from his group with Alastair. This was not a smart move. He also doesn't bother with filters. Zombie apocalypse, yo. No time for filters!]
Isaac, Claire, Ned, Dr. Martha, Adam... roll call, status, whatever. I need to know you guys are okay.
What the hell are these things?! Zombies, okay, fine. That works for me. But last I checked, zombies didn't have mile-fucking-long tongues or fume nauseating green smoke when killed.
I'm with... I don't even know his name, or where we are. But we're okay. Doing alright. Those from my, uh, 'group', how are you guys doing? Talk to me. We got separated, I know that's bad, but... okay. Just tell me you guys are alright.
How is everyone else? Surviving?
Isaac, Claire, Ned, Dr. Martha, Adam... roll call, status, whatever. I need to know you guys are okay.
What the hell are these things?! Zombies, okay, fine. That works for me. But last I checked, zombies didn't have mile-fucking-long tongues or fume nauseating green smoke when killed.
I'm with... I don't even know his name, or where we are. But we're okay. Doing alright. Those from my, uh, 'group', how are you guys doing? Talk to me. We got separated, I know that's bad, but... okay. Just tell me you guys are alright.
How is everyone else? Surviving?