*: ･ﾟ✧ rise of the governor chapter 1-4.
feel free to change pronouns, wording, etc. as needed!
“ it’s never-ever going to be okay.”
“ you mind covering your mouth, sport?”
“ i’m gonna need you to stay right there for a minute. alright?”
“ gonna need your help with the cleanup.”
“ okay, we got our work cut out for us.”
“ hey! you still think this is funny?”
“ y- you think you got all of them?”
“ you searched… everywhere? in the basement and stuff?”
“ last one came out of hiding at the sound of that fucking cough, loud enough to wake the fucking dead.”
“ these people… they… lived here.”
“ doesn’t matter who they were, or what they were.”
“ only thing that matters is we got this place cleaned out now.”
“ we can stay here tonight.”
“ if we can score some gas in the morning, we can make it to __ tomorrow.”
“ what are you talking about?”
“ so how the hell does something like this happen?”
“ they all… turned together?”
“ did one of them get bitten and bring it back inside?”
“ c’mon, get off your lazy ass and help us.”
“ shut the motherfucking gate now, shut the gate, and do it quietly, goddamnit.”
“ i gotta show you something.”
“ i’m telling you, we got ‘em all. we checked every inch of this place.”
“ what would you say if we stayed here a while?”
“ yeah, but i’m sorta getting over that idea right now.”
“ we’re so close though.”
“ yeah, well… close is a relative term.”
“ that ain’t gonna stop us.”
“ with one gun? i mean, we can’t even use it without drawing their attention.”
“ what are we, gunsmiths now?”
“ for how long though? i feel like a sitting duck in this place.”
“ we don’t know what’s gonna happen. we don’t know what caused this thing, how long it’s gonna last…”
“ they could, like, figure this thing out, come up with an antidote or something. you never know.”
“ ain’t gonna let nothing happen to you.”
“ you don’t have to prove nothing to me, man. just move outta the way.”
“ no, goddamn it, i got this.”
“ okay, whatever. go for it, but do it quick. whatever it is, don’t think about it too much.”
“ i’ve been keeping an eye on ‘em all day. i ain’t seen a single one of them wander closer.”
“ it’s quieter than a gun, i’ll give you that.”
“ those things… the sickness. it’s basically in the brain, right? it’s gotta be.”
“ i still say we don’t even know they’re dead.”
“ they’re dead, sport. they’re WAY dead.”
“ i’m just saying, the central nervous system, man, it’s complicated.”
“ hey, you want to take one of them things to a doctor for a checkup, be my guest.”
“ all i’m saying is, we don’t know enough yet. we don’t know shit.”
“ GO GET SOME FUCKING BANDAGES AND ALCOHOL AND WHATEVER!!!”
“ s-ss-stop saying that… it’s over.”
“ p-please, __. j-just… do it.”
“ we gotta cut him. amputate his leg. before the sickness spreads.”
“ we don’t know how fast it spreads, we gotta try.”
“ it’s okay to let it out.”
“ look, i know you’re hurting.”
“ all i wanted to say is, i’m really sorry, about __.”
“ the longer we stay here, the more it’s gonna get like a prison.”
“ you want to say something?”
“ okay, do it quick– and i mean QUICK!”
“ this’ll just take a second.”
