"The kid?" He's met her, but he can't help a laugh at the little miss thing. It sounds so goddamn old fashioned, it's charming. His lips curl up and he shakes his head.
"No, different place, but still just as fucked up. People get sick though, then they become something else. It started quick... we don't know what it was. Something in the fucking air, something in the water. God punishing us for being miserable assholes, who knows." He shakes his head.
"That-- whatever it was in there... It gives me a bad feeling though." Mostly because if he does die from it, he'll turn. It's the fucking way of things.
"If I, uh... you know. Do go. You take that little butter knife of yours and you ram it in my skull, alright? Preferably from the back because... come on. It'd be a shame to damage this."
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"No, different place, but still just as fucked up. People get sick though, then they become something else. It started quick... we don't know what it was. Something in the fucking air, something in the water. God punishing us for being miserable assholes, who knows." He shakes his head.
"That-- whatever it was in there... It gives me a bad feeling though." Mostly because if he does die from it, he'll turn. It's the fucking way of things.
"If I, uh... you know. Do go. You take that little butter knife of yours and you ram it in my skull, alright? Preferably from the back because... come on. It'd be a shame to damage this."