Go with the flow. That's like the zombie motto, right up there with Go For The Throat and Brains Does a Body Good.
Someone should put that on a shirt.
When R sees movement, Living movement, the natural instinct is to let out a groan, u-turn (it's the slowest u-turn in history) and start shuffling after his potential prey like a broken record. The Tributes make their way toward this pavilion set up in the distance, totally ignoring him. After his last couple of attempts, R isn't holding high hopes that he'll get a bite in this time. He's hungry enough to even go for rats at this point, R thinking back to those rats he gave Howard and - oh man, Howard, don't think about Howard. Seriously, just don't. Taking the little guy's trust and trampling all over it like a clumsy corpse who can't say no. There's a part of R that thinks he needs to say something, apologize, blurred in with that part that would love any excuse to get his hands in Howard's guts and -
Cut it out, R strains to get his thoughts together. Between putting one foot in front of the other and groaning to pump himself up, he's a busy boy.
He's so busy, in fact, that he doesn't see the silver gleam of a parachute with his name on it drifting toward him.
Sponsor gift to Pruna - also R will be following Tributes he sees toward the Feast
Someone should put that on a shirt.
When R sees movement, Living movement, the natural instinct is to let out a groan, u-turn (it's the slowest u-turn in history) and start shuffling after his potential prey like a broken record. The Tributes make their way toward this pavilion set up in the distance, totally ignoring him. After his last couple of attempts, R isn't holding high hopes that he'll get a bite in this time. He's hungry enough to even go for rats at this point, R thinking back to those rats he gave Howard and - oh man, Howard, don't think about Howard. Seriously, just don't. Taking the little guy's trust and trampling all over it like a clumsy corpse who can't say no. There's a part of R that thinks he needs to say something, apologize, blurred in with that part that would love any excuse to get his hands in Howard's guts and -
Cut it out, R strains to get his thoughts together. Between putting one foot in front of the other and groaning to pump himself up, he's a busy boy.
He's so busy, in fact, that he doesn't see the silver gleam of a parachute with his name on it drifting toward him.