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Will be out till friday
He’s alive. No. No. He is not supposed to be how can you function with the knowledge that he’s out there thinking those thoughts and potentially waiting for you no no this can’t be happening not today people are supposed to stay buried why why why did he respond why.
How do you…
His voice again. Talking to you. You need to make a response of some kind, pull yourself together, act ok. You’re ok. You need to be ok. Even though he sounds like one of the voices. It’s impossible. Right?
You mumble into the radio. “Yes. I think so. I’m coming toward you. Don’t know when.”
And then try to drive the screams out of your head.
Equius felt the ache get worse.
It might have been the dehydration. “I will be making an e%pedition into the city. Does the human know when you will be here? Perhaps we could pool our knowledge. I am good with machines and bodies.
The groaning grew louder and with a swift motion the head of the zombie went flying away from its body.
Carefully pulling on his rubber gloves, Equius started dissecting the body, absolutely fascinated with how the body attempted to function without a head until it gave one final convulsion and settled.
He await her reply, slowly pulling apart organs and making a mental note of the levels of decay. This one hadn’t been turned for very long.
“The human’s name is Jade, and it’d be good to address her properly.”
After getting used to the voice, you realized that there was something that ticked you off about it too. Some kind of underlying racism, perhaps? You weren’t sure. Or mabye it was because you were going crazy.
“I will meet you just outside the city, then. I perfer not to go into crowded areas. Maroon blood, you know.”
You wonder how he’ll react to THAT.
“Alright, I can do that.” He sighed, uneasy about the prospect of humans but he felt like he was closer to unlocking what he had been dreaming about. He could hear it in her voice.
However when she said she was a maroon blood he was taken aback. Aradia was, from what he gathered from this exchange, very well spoken. The lowbloods he knew of from his ghetto had all been terrified of him, but not her. Even in his dehydrated state he found himself starting to sweat.
He blamed it on the heat.
“That is quite doable. I am situated near a big rig.” He didn’t mention that he was dissecting and studying one of the undead. As it was, he would have to dispose of these gloves, they were covered in bodily fluids.
From what he gathered the decay, oddly enough, started from the outside in; at least with this particular subject it did. He’d have to study more of them. Thankfully he’d have plenty of opportunities to.
“I…I must know” He gulped dryly. “Do you have water? I have gone for a day without and It is starting to hinder me greatly.” Equius thought he sounded properly pathetic.
“Very good.”
You still can’t figure out anything about him, except that you’ve heard his voice before. It’s like he’ blacked out any contact with you, even though that’s a preposterous idea and only happens in your dreams. It’s good that you’re seeing him. What if he’s dangerous, after all? You’d need to alert your allies straigt away.
Oh, fuck it. That’s just a rationalization, and you know it. You NEED to see him. You also need to figure out why.
Water, hmm? Should be easy enough. You’re on a river, after all. You’ll just scoop up a bucketful.
“Water is not a problem. Good that you asked, otherwise you’d be doomed to dehydration.”
He’s alive. No. No. He is not supposed to be how can you function with the knowledge that he’s out there thinking those thoughts and potentially waiting for you no no this can’t be happening not today people are supposed to stay buried why why why did he respond why.
How do you…
His voice again. Talking to you. You need to make a response of some kind, pull yourself together, act ok. You’re ok. You need to be ok. Even though he sounds like one of the voices. It’s impossible. Right?
You mumble into the radio. “Yes. I think so. I’m coming toward you. Don’t know when.”
And then try to drive the screams out of your head.
Equius felt the ache get worse.
It might have been the dehydration. “I will be making an e%pedition into the city. Does the human know when you will be here? Perhaps we could pool our knowledge. I am good with machines and bodies.
The groaning grew louder and with a swift motion the head of the zombie went flying away from its body.
Carefully pulling on his rubber gloves, Equius started dissecting the body, absolutely fascinated with how the body attempted to function without a head until it gave one final convulsion and settled.
He await her reply, slowly pulling apart organs and making a mental note of the levels of decay. This one hadn’t been turned for very long.
“The human’s name is Jade, and it’d be good to address her properly.”
After getting used to the voice, you realized that there was something that ticked you off about it too. Some kind of underlying racism, perhaps? You weren’t sure. Or mabye it was because you were going crazy.
“I will meet you just outside the city, then. I perfer not to go into crowded areas. Maroon blood, you know.”
You wonder how he’ll react to THAT.
You look at the shooty thingy. A turret? You’re not sure. You were never very good with guns.
“I’m okay with that. Aradia Megido, professional watchtroll. Yup.”
You then gaze out at the sea, reverting to your natural bored expression.
”I’m glad your here at least. I was getting a little stir crazy because there was no one around to talk to.”
She replied, going back to sailing her boat. It picked up quickly and they were soon going at a nice pace.
“Then I’m sure you’ve built up lots to say. Let’s hear it.”
You begin checking on the health of your frogs, but still listening. You like to keep your hands busy.
“Ok. Keep your head low. Got it.”
You follow Jade back up to the deck, crouching like a frog in order to keep as low as possible. You look a bit silly.
You spot something on the shore. And it’s coming closer, and it looks infected. Which isn’t good. Not good at all.
“Jade…I…
You look at the shooty thingy. A turret? You’re not sure. You were never very good with guns.
“I’m okay with that. Aradia Megido, professional watchtroll. Yup.”
You then gaze out at the sea, reverting to your natural bored expression.
He’s alive. No. No. He is not supposed to be how can you function with the knowledge that he’s out there thinking those thoughts and potentially waiting for you no no this can’t be happening not today people are supposed to stay buried why why why did he respond why.
How do you…
His voice again. Talking to you. You need to make a response of some kind, pull yourself together, act ok. You’re ok. You need to be ok. Even though he sounds like one of the voices. It’s impossible. Right?
You mumble into the radio. “Yes. I think so. I’m coming toward you. Don’t know when.”
And then try to drive the screams out of your head.
Aradia nodded. “Fair enough.” She followed Jade into what was presumably her sleeping/living/scheming space. Aradia found the boat to be quite nice, if not a little quiet. But that was probably so Jade wouldn’t attract too much attention. “Is it 0k if I place my things here?”
”That’s fine. Just make yourself comfortable while I get us going!” She replied, leaving her below and she went back on deck and began to lift anchor, making sure the raft was strapped down and opening the sail to get turned around and traveling down south again.
“Ok. Keep your head low. Got it.”
You follow Jade back up to the deck, crouching like a frog in order to keep as low as possible. You look a bit silly.
You spot something on the shore. And it’s coming closer, and it looks infected. Which isn’t good. Not good at all.
“Jade…I think I see something…you should take a look…”
