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“ Mmn? Yeah, I’m ———- just thinking, ’s all. ”
“ Maybe... Think a little faster, or a little less deeply. “
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castellancs:
“ Mmn? Yeah, I’m ———- just thinking, ’s all. ”
“ Maybe... Think a little faster, or a little less deeply. “
‘Just…quietly sank into a bottle.’
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“ Hey -- Sebastian. You there? You’ve been staring at your hands for several minutes now. “
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That you’ll show up in my dreams again
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It’s not real; it’s simply not possible. There’s just so much wrong with every point Joseph makes that Leon’s head feels as though it’s ready to split apart from the struggle to take it all in. Not only is he unfamiliar with the city, but he should at least remember taking the trip; why can’t he recall such important information? Couldn’t he simply be experiencing the effects of yet another nightmare?
“The undead you mean?” Because that’s what they were; walking, functioning corpses. Different in several ways than what Leon is used to, but considering his history it’s hardly a surprise that he would fall back on what he knew. A new strain, perhaps–or the plaga parasite, modified. He’s not sure, and frankly he doesn’t care. For the moment he simply needs answers.
“All right, listen; we need a plan. We need to figure out what the hell’s going on and just how bad things have gotten. How far is the police station from here?”
“ It’s in the city proper but... The last time I was there, the city itself had emptied, and the roads were collapsing. You can catch glimpses of it sometimes, across the lake. It’s ... “
He doesn’t know how to describe what’s happened, how to explain an earthquake that shook only the city. How do you tell someone that the laws of physics wasn’t just about the undead, but about physics itself? The city was in pieces, floating buildings, grinding earth, so many different layers that traversing it was almost more dangerous than staying in these dead infested woods.
“ It’s destroyed. And these people, they’re not quite undead. I’ve seen it happen they just -- They just change. “