R needs to get it together. He keeps picking prey who are fast or have backup or both and all he has to show for it is that one bite he got in. One bite's never enough.
His stomach shrivels in on itself. He imagines he can feel it turning to dust on him. (He hopes he doesn't have maggots).
R wanders away from the Feast at some point; he's not sure exactly when. Story of his life. Eventually he ends up in what used to be Fantasyland. All he gets it the vague sense he's been here before, a long time ago - he should recognize the place, the broken down rides, all the other stuff that blurs together the more he tries to stare at them. After awhile R shrugs and moves on, goes back to shuffling because it's like busy work for corpses. Focusing on something like walking gives him something to do.
It's the sound of something scrapping to the left that draws R away from the main road, snaps him back to the present, his head coming up and turning. His good eye refocuses. He listens, swaying, and yup, that doesn't sound like a rat to him. Sounds bigger. Hopefully it's still there by the time he gets his shambling act into gear.
R eventually lurches into sight of the stage and what he sees makes him start to think today is shaping up better than yesterday. There's a man lying there, not moving fast like all the others and that's already a good sign. Slow and easy - way better odds to a zombie who couldn't even take down a little girl. He gurgles in his chest as he starts to come closer to investigate.
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His stomach shrivels in on itself. He imagines he can feel it turning to dust on him. (He hopes he doesn't have maggots).
R wanders away from the Feast at some point; he's not sure exactly when. Story of his life. Eventually he ends up in what used to be Fantasyland. All he gets it the vague sense he's been here before, a long time ago - he should recognize the place, the broken down rides, all the other stuff that blurs together the more he tries to stare at them. After awhile R shrugs and moves on, goes back to shuffling because it's like busy work for corpses. Focusing on something like walking gives him something to do.
It's the sound of something scrapping to the left that draws R away from the main road, snaps him back to the present, his head coming up and turning. His good eye refocuses. He listens, swaying, and yup, that doesn't sound like a rat to him. Sounds bigger. Hopefully it's still there by the time he gets his shambling act into gear.
R eventually lurches into sight of the stage and what he sees makes him start to think today is shaping up better than yesterday. There's a man lying there, not moving fast like all the others and that's already a good sign. Slow and easy - way better odds to a zombie who couldn't even take down a little girl. He gurgles in his chest as he starts to come closer to investigate.