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 stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!