06-24-2010, 09:05 PM
"Hey." The voice was tinny, and seemed to be coming from a corner of the room that Ryan was in. "Hey! State your location. Now. This is a friend. State your location so I can help you." The camera made a faint whirring noise.
"Are you alr- Sh*t you're bleeding." Arik ripped off part of his chef's apron - sh*t, he was still wearing it? - and grabbed her hand, tying the rag around the cut. He was splattered with blood, from zombies he'd fended off, but he didn't look too bad. "How'd you get away from the-the .. y'know." He made a gesture to the zombie.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...