{Eighteen (46)} &diams There's a yellow brick road/That we follow back home

[burnt_orangesky]

[Her writing is rushed, a little bigger than she would normally write, in her haste to get the words down on the page.]

What the bloody hell happened while I was away?

[A slight pause, and her next writing is almost calm.]

Precisely how long have I been away?

-Fred

[ooc: I'm assuming 00 was asleep when Fred got home.]

Comments

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Depends on when the next disaster is scheduled.

[live_ringer]

Which hopefully isn't for a long damned time, but who knows with this place.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

The next time I'm packing a spare hoodie.

[live_ringer]

Okay, in all honesty, what did happen to your clothes. Did your previous hoodie just get ripped off?

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

[He draws an arrow down to this comment]

I had to throw off everything but my pants to keep from becoming zombie food. That's how my feet got messed up and why I'm using a crutch.

You?

[live_ringer]

Damn. I think you may win for most disgusting experience over the course of the invasion.

I got roped into a game of tug-of-war with an overly long zombie tongue, among other things.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

A winnar is me.

Wait. A TONGUE? Are you sure I won?!

[live_ringer]

A tongue. At least, I think that's what it was. No clue how it reeled that thing in when it wasn't using it.

I'll grant you, it's pretty close. But I it's hard to top vomit from the gut of the undead.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Ugh. So nasty.

Well there was also the whole 'wet and near naked in December' thing too. Yeah I win.