Post by xαяку on Apr 28, 2010 19:13:01 GMT -8
“And you, four-eyes, the next time you get grabbed by a Stalker I’m not helping you.”
The Australian man stopped, a cloud of dust pluming as his boots scuffed the dry earth of the path, hazel eyes narrowed behind lenses as he looked over the suave conman that strode along behind him looking like someone with a pole stuck up his arse. “You know, Evan,” The medic murmured, lips twisted into a taught little smirk as he crossed his arms. “The only reason you’re still alive right now is because even the zombies couldn’t stand your bitching long enough to eat you.”
“You left me to die out there, you no good son of a- “
“Hey, if y’all’d be kind enough to quit yer fightin’, I think I’d like t’get to the safe house now?” Ross called, his eyes narrowed against the glare of the sun as he waited on up ahead, strumming his fingers against the end of his shovel impatiently. “How far now, S’bastian?” He added and, not for the first time, found it odd how the younger man knew exactly where he was going. Sebastian didn’t look at all like someone who knew the exact directions to any sort of zombie-free sanctuary in the middle of an apocalypse- tall and lanky with messy auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail, large glasses sitting askew on the end of his nose which remained remarkably free of gore even when his loose black t-shirt and grey jeans were drenched in blood and brainfluid. But, then again, did any of them really look like the last remaining survivors of their world? Course not.
“It isn’t far,” Seb responded softly, stuffing his hands into his pockets and walking over to him (but not before making sure to kick up a cloud of dust to dirty Evan’s suit just that little bit more, which he, of course, took like any sort of sane person- yelling out another string of curses until Major told him to shut up) “If we keep along this path, we should make it to Surland Dock. The safe house is one block from the main road, on the right.”
“I’m impressed, Son.” Major muttered, clapping a hand over the doctor’s shoulder as he stepped passed. “It’s not like you to have the balls to know exactly where we’ve got to go, though.” The elderly man added, eyebrow slanting upwards to fix Sebastian with a curious stare. He gulped, blinking stupidly as he opened his mouth to speak, only to quickly close it again as Evan interrupted him.
“The directions were probably written down for him. The Fort probably felt sorry for him and tried to make him less of a pathetic fag than what he actually is.”
[S'not much so far. So. Uhm. Yeah check out the fail. I've lost my ability to write. :C]
The Australian man stopped, a cloud of dust pluming as his boots scuffed the dry earth of the path, hazel eyes narrowed behind lenses as he looked over the suave conman that strode along behind him looking like someone with a pole stuck up his arse. “You know, Evan,” The medic murmured, lips twisted into a taught little smirk as he crossed his arms. “The only reason you’re still alive right now is because even the zombies couldn’t stand your bitching long enough to eat you.”
“You left me to die out there, you no good son of a- “
“Hey, if y’all’d be kind enough to quit yer fightin’, I think I’d like t’get to the safe house now?” Ross called, his eyes narrowed against the glare of the sun as he waited on up ahead, strumming his fingers against the end of his shovel impatiently. “How far now, S’bastian?” He added and, not for the first time, found it odd how the younger man knew exactly where he was going. Sebastian didn’t look at all like someone who knew the exact directions to any sort of zombie-free sanctuary in the middle of an apocalypse- tall and lanky with messy auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail, large glasses sitting askew on the end of his nose which remained remarkably free of gore even when his loose black t-shirt and grey jeans were drenched in blood and brainfluid. But, then again, did any of them really look like the last remaining survivors of their world? Course not.
“It isn’t far,” Seb responded softly, stuffing his hands into his pockets and walking over to him (but not before making sure to kick up a cloud of dust to dirty Evan’s suit just that little bit more, which he, of course, took like any sort of sane person- yelling out another string of curses until Major told him to shut up) “If we keep along this path, we should make it to Surland Dock. The safe house is one block from the main road, on the right.”
“I’m impressed, Son.” Major muttered, clapping a hand over the doctor’s shoulder as he stepped passed. “It’s not like you to have the balls to know exactly where we’ve got to go, though.” The elderly man added, eyebrow slanting upwards to fix Sebastian with a curious stare. He gulped, blinking stupidly as he opened his mouth to speak, only to quickly close it again as Evan interrupted him.
“The directions were probably written down for him. The Fort probably felt sorry for him and tried to make him less of a pathetic fag than what he actually is.”
[S'not much so far. So. Uhm. Yeah check out the fail. I've lost my ability to write. :C]
