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Cry havoc

Oct 02, 2009 21:41

Characters: Eyepatch/Badou (smokesordie) & Zombie/Haine (fewterer)
Date/Time: October 2nd//Evening-ish
Location: Around Section 1
Rating: R for language and blood
Summary: After this entry, Eyepatch goes on a Zombie hunt. That summary is incredibly misleading.

( And let loose the dogs of war )

~dogs: haine (zombie), ~dogs: badou (eyepatch)

Comments 23

fewterer October 3 2009, 04:20:09 UTC

Master, master, master...call my name.

His eyes were closed, and that voice was echoing over and over. He couldn't stop hearing that fucking voice, but he would not respond to it; he would not let himself. It was just a voice and nothing more. If he ignored it, it would go away and not bug him anymore. The plan was working pretty well for the past couple of months.

His eyes fluttered open, seeing Eyepatch above him. His whole body felt numb except for his neck. It fucking hurt like he tried to rip out his own spinal chord or some shit. "The Hell are you wearing...?" He sounded weak, a lot weaker and out of it than he should have. Where was he? What the fuck was he doing on the ground. He wanted to think and say more, but nothing was coming out.

"Don't look at me like-" His whole body was sore, there was this confused look on his face. He decided it was best to get the fuck up and ask questions when his body didn't feel like it got ran over by something.

smokesordie October 3 2009, 05:05:37 UTC

Eyepatch frowned. Zombie looked like shit; he'd never seen him looking this bad. Regardless, any sense of worry never met his lips. The apprehension still lingered as he couldn't be certain just who he was going to meet, but Zombie's question quickly pushed that away. "A fucking tutu. What the hell kinda question is that?"

He kept a hold of Zombie's arm, pushing himself to his feet. "I have to see your ass every morning. You'll live." His shoulders shifted, and he turned them toward the direction of their house, supporting Zombie's weight. "I swear to God, eating all that steak has made you fatter."

fewterer October 3 2009, 10:28:02 UTC

Zombie saw that frown, but too many thoughts and ideas were going around in his head. The thing was, he didn't understand the thoughts, and he knew they weren't his at all. He couldn't understand or comprehend them. All he could do was try to chase them until he was distracted by another one. "Only douches wear camouflage." He said simply, and that was that.

Zombie felt like he little control over his body, or maybe it was his body couldn't understand that he wanted to move and get the hell up. He didn't want Eyepatch to carry him around like a corpse. "You're living in my place." He scowled under his breath as he tried to get his legs to stand firmly. It wasn't the best, but at least his legs weren't turning to jello. Now the next step was actually moving his legs.

"You're the one with the fat ass." Even when he felt like utter shit, he still had the energy to insult Eyepatch back. He slowly began to make steps towards their home.

smokesordie October 3 2009, 20:53:45 UTC

Eyepatch rolled his eye, but other than that mild gesture, he didn't appear all that bothered by the remark. If anything, at least Zombie was speaking with relative coherency. "You know who wears leather? Cowboys and bikers."

While the one hand kept a hold of Zombie's arm, the other reached into his jacket to take out his lighter and half-empty pack. "You're the one that insisted I find a place with you. I'm gracing you with my presence." He managed a one-handed cigarette lighting, deciding to wait for Zombie to start walking before he did.

"The weight of my ass is not the one in question." Maybe that translated to, oh... 'how are you feeling?' or some other gratuitous nicety you were supposed to say in this situation. Maybe.

fewterer October 3 2009, 21:24:43 UTC

"And you know that because you actually know cowboys and bikers." His voice was still quieter than usual, but still had that stern sting. He wasn't even sure why he was saying these things, but it helped take his mind of the pain in his neck and the current state of his jello like legs.

He was almost glad he was still around the area of section one. If it was the Wilderness or the Scavengers' Yard, he wasn't he could make it. It was a slow process of moving limbs that didn't want to properly listen to him and the raw, grinding pain that was all throughout his spine. "Even when I'm fucked up like this, I'm still not going to buy that." He grumbled, grumpy as ever.

"Dead weight is heavier than moving flesh, just in case you forgot." He was straight to the point with the facts. "You should know that." The last comment was mostly to himself.