Idea man over here. She snorts again, but nods. Forgets for a second. "Yeah." Shelter. Sure. That's gonna do her a lot of good. She's got too many places where the skin is peeling with sunburns, her skin itching and painfully tight. But. Sure. Shelter.
As much like hell as she feels, it'd kind of suck to stifle the zombie's single-minded ideas.
"Rabbits that eat you back." She would've raised her leg, shown him the calves that were torn up with teeth marks, hastily bandaged with some of the ones she'd been gifted way in the beginning. Lucky her, so determined to squirrel away every thing she found. Maybe better he doesn't see. She can feel his overprotective whatever kicking in. Even more goddamn ridiculous with the way he looks.
Julie juggles the idea of taking his hand just so he doesn't wander the wrong direction, but that blackened, clawed thing is too much for her. (God knows he might get the wrong idea.) She even avoids looking at them when he raises it, making her stupidly think of some Disney movie. Everything the light touches. She missed Disneyland in comparison to this crap.
She loops her arm around his once it drops limply. He looks better with the scarf over his head. Closest he'll get to looking better, at any rate. She pulls him, leading by half a step. No way she's gonna get led around by a blind corpse. It's not like R even has a clue where they are.
"I shouldn't ask this." She breaks the silence she felt was about to settle, taking it slow. Funny thing is, she doesn't feel like she even can shuffle faster than a zombie. "But I gotta know. How many have you eaten, R?"
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As much like hell as she feels, it'd kind of suck to stifle the zombie's single-minded ideas.
"Rabbits that eat you back." She would've raised her leg, shown him the calves that were torn up with teeth marks, hastily bandaged with some of the ones she'd been gifted way in the beginning. Lucky her, so determined to squirrel away every thing she found. Maybe better he doesn't see. She can feel his overprotective whatever kicking in. Even more goddamn ridiculous with the way he looks.
Julie juggles the idea of taking his hand just so he doesn't wander the wrong direction, but that blackened, clawed thing is too much for her. (God knows he might get the wrong idea.) She even avoids looking at them when he raises it, making her stupidly think of some Disney movie. Everything the light touches. She missed Disneyland in comparison to this crap.
She loops her arm around his once it drops limply. He looks better with the scarf over his head. Closest he'll get to looking better, at any rate. She pulls him, leading by half a step. No way she's gonna get led around by a blind corpse. It's not like R even has a clue where they are.
"I shouldn't ask this." She breaks the silence she felt was about to settle, taking it slow. Funny thing is, she doesn't feel like she even can shuffle faster than a zombie. "But I gotta know. How many have you eaten, R?"