it gets under my skin // take in the extent of my sin [nica]

[tendencytostart]

It's starting to get dark by the time St. John and Adam get back to Hell, even as fast as the drive back was. Zombies, don't you know. Or...zombie. Singular

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[lovegonetowaste]

Nica is napping! She does this some times, people may have noticed -- she'll just decide to stop, and lie down and go to sleep for a while. Sometimes Nica gets tired. It happens. It's a sign of something bigger, but...does anyone know what to look for, as far as that goes?

But she's been napping for a while, so she stirs when St John gets close enough for her to hear him, and rolls over. "Hey. How'd it go?"

[tendencytostart]

He sits on the edge of the mattress, pushing his hair out of his eyes and resting one hand lightly on the curve of her hip. "It went, except that there was a zombie in the mall. Very, very Romero."

Shrug! Zombie, whatever, he can totally handle that. "But it's dead now -- well, more dead. We got everything we needed, I think." He cuts his eyes sideways at her. "And an X-box, so we can now frag and respawn and just generally kill the shit out of each other as we see fit."

...careful, St. John, Nica will siphon out some of your testosterone.

[lovegonetowaste]

"God, you're manly," Nica deadpans, brushing her hair out of her face and covering his hand on her hip with her own. It's more so she can immediately check him for damage without really moving rather than an affectionate gesture...but that kind of counts as affection, anyway.

"Only one?" she idly wonders how zombies became no big deal, but then remembers: apocalypse. That'll knock the wind out of a lot of sails.

[tendencytostart]

"I'm fine. He toasted nicely, poor bastard." Which pretty much covers her both vocalized and silent questions. "Adam was kind of freaked out...did Wanda say anything to you about something happening at the hospital when they went?"