R shut up, no questions asked. Sorry didn’t cut it.
Plus he doubted he could manage anything else right now. He ran out of words.
The zombie gave Julie all the space she needed and then some, watching as she collected her stuff like a bat that looked like it could cave in a skull, easy. After that near miss, R was determined to give Julie all the space a girl could ask for, almost afraid to move and scare her off. Might be too late for that, R thought miserably. Julie’s eyes were wide, pupils so dilated and blown out they looked almost black instead of blue. Despite himself, R’s eyes wandered away from her face, down, and fixed on her neck, at the pulse he could see and sense pumping all that Life through Julie’s body as it went into survival mode.
He fought aside the hunger when it gave him a daydream of biting her hand clean off. Instead R ground his teeth together and only nodded like a mute, his jaw clenched tight because if he opened his mouth, he was afraid he’d be unable to control himself. Better not risk it.
R staggered back to his feet, having to lean on Julie more than he wanted to. His legs were going all over the place now, wobbling and swaying despite the fact that as far as he could tell, they were the same as they’ve always been. Clumsy, but there. Now he could barely control them, this weird…weird feeling that he wasn’t sure was pain spreading. Was this what it felt like? He’d gone so long he didn’t even know. Asking Julie was out of the question. The two of them staggered their way further and further away from the Cornucopia, tripping over gumdrops and giant candy canes.
They were in view of the lake, muddy and too thick to be water, when R went down in a heap and almost took Julie with him. He checked to make sure his legs were still there. Nothing snapped off while they were running. When he looked up at Julie, his expression was torn between still hungry and baffled.
“Can’t…” R risked the words. No other choice. To his horror, more of the black drool came foaming out as the poison did its business. The zombie tried to speak around the stuff choking him into silence. “…Lll-legs…feel…sssomething…”
Don’t throw up, R willed himself. He’d already nearly killed Julie today; he didn’t want to start puking black sludge all over her on top of everything else. He could still salvage this.
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Plus he doubted he could manage anything else right now. He ran out of words.
The zombie gave Julie all the space she needed and then some, watching as she collected her stuff like a bat that looked like it could cave in a skull, easy. After that near miss, R was determined to give Julie all the space a girl could ask for, almost afraid to move and scare her off. Might be too late for that, R thought miserably. Julie’s eyes were wide, pupils so dilated and blown out they looked almost black instead of blue. Despite himself, R’s eyes wandered away from her face, down, and fixed on her neck, at the pulse he could see and sense pumping all that Life through Julie’s body as it went into survival mode.
He fought aside the hunger when it gave him a daydream of biting her hand clean off. Instead R ground his teeth together and only nodded like a mute, his jaw clenched tight because if he opened his mouth, he was afraid he’d be unable to control himself. Better not risk it.
R staggered back to his feet, having to lean on Julie more than he wanted to. His legs were going all over the place now, wobbling and swaying despite the fact that as far as he could tell, they were the same as they’ve always been. Clumsy, but there. Now he could barely control them, this weird…weird feeling that he wasn’t sure was pain spreading. Was this what it felt like? He’d gone so long he didn’t even know. Asking Julie was out of the question. The two of them staggered their way further and further away from the Cornucopia, tripping over gumdrops and giant candy canes.
They were in view of the lake, muddy and too thick to be water, when R went down in a heap and almost took Julie with him. He checked to make sure his legs were still there. Nothing snapped off while they were running. When he looked up at Julie, his expression was torn between still hungry and baffled.
“Can’t…” R risked the words. No other choice. To his horror, more of the black drool came foaming out as the poison did its business. The zombie tried to speak around the stuff choking him into silence. “…Lll-legs…feel…sssomething…”
Don’t throw up, R willed himself. He’d already nearly killed Julie today; he didn’t want to start puking black sludge all over her on top of everything else. He could still salvage this.