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WHO | R and Daniel Jackson [Closed]
WHAT | R wanders away from the Cornucopia and runs into his very first archaeologist
WHEN | The night of the Cornucopia run
WHERE | The Indiana Jones ride - before the boarding area
WARNINGS / NOTES | Zombie attack stuff, probably R losing a body part.
R shuffled. Shambled. Did it even matter at this point?
All he knew was he got tired of listening to his shoes scrape across the ground, day in and day out, this background noise grating against his skull. Every morning R he told himself today, today is the day he won’t drag his feet, he’ll pick them up and walk with his head held high. Today turned into tomorrow. Tomorrow turned into never. R continued to drag his feet.
One of them caught on the rubble. It slid and flopped.
He guessed his ankle was broken. After the Cornucopia most of the Tributes scattered on him, leaving R to pick a direction and hope he could find food there. The blood on his face dried, flaking off as R scrubbed at his mouth almost self-consciously with the back of his hand. The hunger pulled him in different directions. Every now and then R stopped, listened, looked both ways and sniffed at the air. Followed the tug like a leash. The zombie’s head flopped back down to staring at the ground – or nothing at particular – as he let that leash lead him on, lost in his thoughts.
R knew in the back of his mind he was being a wuss. The thing to do was man up, cross his heart and say he ate his last meal, honest.
Eventually it occurred to him that stumbling out in the open wasn’t getting him anywhere. As evening fell on Disneyland, he didn’t see anyone wandering in the shadows. Just him. The one dead guy out here. Great. He was lonely all over again. R briefly wondered where Karis went. Knowing her, he bet she had no problems chowing down by herself. Karis struck him as that kind of overachiever.
The pyramid in the distance rose above overgrown trees, drawing R’s attention. Between the Living scent trail and the fact he hadn’t seen a pyramid in…forever, R decided he might as well try there. It was night by the time he crossed the border into Adventure Land, an hour later before he arrived at his destination. The broken foot slowed him down. His dislocated shoulder jiggled.
“IND__NA JON_S” the gate’s sign said, washed out by the elements.
R stared up at it (yup, still illiterate), shrugged, and headed in.
WHAT | R wanders away from the Cornucopia and runs into his very first archaeologist
WHEN | The night of the Cornucopia run
WHERE | The Indiana Jones ride - before the boarding area
WARNINGS / NOTES | Zombie attack stuff, probably R losing a body part.
R shuffled. Shambled. Did it even matter at this point?
All he knew was he got tired of listening to his shoes scrape across the ground, day in and day out, this background noise grating against his skull. Every morning R he told himself today, today is the day he won’t drag his feet, he’ll pick them up and walk with his head held high. Today turned into tomorrow. Tomorrow turned into never. R continued to drag his feet.
One of them caught on the rubble. It slid and flopped.
He guessed his ankle was broken. After the Cornucopia most of the Tributes scattered on him, leaving R to pick a direction and hope he could find food there. The blood on his face dried, flaking off as R scrubbed at his mouth almost self-consciously with the back of his hand. The hunger pulled him in different directions. Every now and then R stopped, listened, looked both ways and sniffed at the air. Followed the tug like a leash. The zombie’s head flopped back down to staring at the ground – or nothing at particular – as he let that leash lead him on, lost in his thoughts.
R knew in the back of his mind he was being a wuss. The thing to do was man up, cross his heart and say he ate his last meal, honest.
Eventually it occurred to him that stumbling out in the open wasn’t getting him anywhere. As evening fell on Disneyland, he didn’t see anyone wandering in the shadows. Just him. The one dead guy out here. Great. He was lonely all over again. R briefly wondered where Karis went. Knowing her, he bet she had no problems chowing down by herself. Karis struck him as that kind of overachiever.
The pyramid in the distance rose above overgrown trees, drawing R’s attention. Between the Living scent trail and the fact he hadn’t seen a pyramid in…forever, R decided he might as well try there. It was night by the time he crossed the border into Adventure Land, an hour later before he arrived at his destination. The broken foot slowed him down. His dislocated shoulder jiggled.
“IND__NA JON_S” the gate’s sign said, washed out by the elements.
R stared up at it (yup, still illiterate), shrugged, and headed in.