That’s enough to make R pause for longer than a few seconds. “…You’re…one of the…cool ones?”
The zombie stands there listing slightly, that thought clicking around on his face as he tries to size up the Tribute and decide if he really is telling the truth. R’s terrible at lying and that means he sucks at telling if someone else is too. How can he tell? Gut feeling? Instinct? They’re on opposite sides of the fence here. R’s mottled mouth moves silently as if he’s trying to work out what he wants to say. That, or he’s let it flop open again like he’s waiting for flies to come in (it’s happened before). Satisfied that he has himself a spanking new sentence, R starts up with the tortured moans.
“Good. Yeah, we’d be…good. Howard is…a friend. But…he has…bad friends too,” R groans it out piece by piece. “I’m…R. You?”
He wishes he could say he isn’t lumped in with the bad friends, that he’s cool too. Making it up is going to take awhile.
Patience is the name of the game. R’s working eye fixes on the other Tribute, gray and unblinking. The guy still has that knife out like he knows how to use it, R’s still standing there trying to look like he means business, and they’re at the closest thing to a standoff a zombie and a human can have.
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The zombie stands there listing slightly, that thought clicking around on his face as he tries to size up the Tribute and decide if he really is telling the truth. R’s terrible at lying and that means he sucks at telling if someone else is too. How can he tell? Gut feeling? Instinct? They’re on opposite sides of the fence here. R’s mottled mouth moves silently as if he’s trying to work out what he wants to say. That, or he’s let it flop open again like he’s waiting for flies to come in (it’s happened before). Satisfied that he has himself a spanking new sentence, R starts up with the tortured moans.
“Good. Yeah, we’d be…good. Howard is…a friend. But…he has…bad friends too,” R groans it out piece by piece. “I’m…R. You?”
He wishes he could say he isn’t lumped in with the bad friends, that he’s cool too. Making it up is going to take awhile.
Patience is the name of the game. R’s working eye fixes on the other Tribute, gray and unblinking. The guy still has that knife out like he knows how to use it, R’s still standing there trying to look like he means business, and they’re at the closest thing to a standoff a zombie and a human can have.