o1, voice.
Uh, hello-?
[ a few taps as he taps the speakers of the device-- no answer, a pause stretching the silence. ]
(okay, so this is all way too hard to believe... the fact that i was no longer in the united states of zombieland, but somehow got sucked into a transporting wormhole that sent me to-- canada? these are the kind of surreal things that only happen in comic books, scifi movies... where's waldo-- halloween edition, of course. even though anything can be found in antarctica, according to the book of waldo. then again, we used to say that about zombies. )
That-- The landlord-- told me to use this. Because there were 'others' that could help a bit more or something so...
[ he sounds unsure... and awkward. but the silence is obvious that he's already found his apartment. ]
(others, that's good. like, people people, not people wanting to to eat other people. at least this-- world? or whatever it is isn't overrun by rabid bastards itching for a human happy meal with a toy on the side. sadly, that doesn't get rid of my numerous amount of phobias, or my anxiety levels, or my active--
... is that mold?)
Right, my name is-- well, if anyone's there, you could call me Columbus.
oh god, how-- [ he clears his throat, gulping. ] Does anyone know where I could get some bleach? And laundry detergent?
[ a few taps as he taps the speakers of the device-- no answer, a pause stretching the silence. ]
(okay, so this is all way too hard to believe... the fact that i was no longer in the united states of zombieland, but somehow got sucked into a transporting wormhole that sent me to-- canada? these are the kind of surreal things that only happen in comic books, scifi movies... where's waldo-- halloween edition, of course. even though anything can be found in antarctica, according to the book of waldo. then again, we used to say that about zombies. )
That-- The landlord-- told me to use this. Because there were 'others' that could help a bit more or something so...
[ he sounds unsure... and awkward. but the silence is obvious that he's already found his apartment. ]
(others, that's good. like, people people, not people wanting to to eat other people. at least this-- world? or whatever it is isn't overrun by rabid bastards itching for a human happy meal with a toy on the side. sadly, that doesn't get rid of my numerous amount of phobias, or my anxiety levels, or my active--
... is that mold?)
Right, my name is-- well, if anyone's there, you could call me Columbus.
oh god, how-- [ he clears his throat, gulping. ] Does anyone know where I could get some bleach? And laundry detergent?