Hm.. Whoops.
CerberusCrossed
three_dog_bite
I had kinda forgotten that I had a job to attend... You know, I found a great group of folks in the subway tunnels. Nice people, sort of smelly. Except for the fellow who was trying to punch a ghost, and the woman that kept scratching her gash in front of me, nice people. Sortof reminds me of the realm.

But, I'm back in the apartments again... Finally bought a desk, so I don't have to lay on the floor, maybe I'll start giving more of a fuck what everyone's doing now.

Hm.
CerberusCrossed
three_dog_bite
Okay, honestly, I've been in here for nearly a week, I've watched every Clint Eastwood movie at Blockbuster, and I'm bored. The zombies are gone, which was, to say the least, a disappointment. I could have gotten a nicer apartment, but no, I wanted to be safe, spend half the money I have (Thank you, businessman, I hope that kick to the kidneys didn't hurt too much) on guns, and then all the undead turn back into people and nobody cares. The world of fleshbags is disgusting. And who the hell COOKS steak? This is idiotic, I want to go home.

...Really?
CerberusCrossed
three_dog_bite
I thought I'd managed to find the one nice apartment in the whole damn city. I thought I'd have a LITTLE bit of peace.

Except this building is crawling with the dead. I can smell it of course, even if everyone seems to be acting normal enough. Well, as normal as you'd expect once-omnipotent egomaniacs forced into fragile fleshsack bodies to act. Suppose I was sent here for a reason, though I would have like a LITTLE quiet time. I'm in no rush, though. Plenty of fleshsacks around, and they're not going anywhere, and I just stocked the pop-tart cabinet.

Did someone just FORGET that when you die, you're supposed to go to Hades, cross styx, suck Charon off, whatever, but you DON'T fucking walk around a goddamn apartment complex, ESPECIALLY when I'm trying to get a nap?

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