a dream of the time we were born

“You’re not really sure? Well, hm. Maybe I can put the question in a less complex question. Uh, alright. So like, if there was some random zombie apocalypse that broke out, what would you do? Like would you travel to a city that’s deemed as safe? Or possibly travel until you find your own little safe house?”

“I think I’d get my own ‘lil safe house..? J — Just because, logically speaking, if there’s a whole lot of people, the chance of contamination is higher, right? B — But I wouldn’t want to be alone or anything, because then what’s the point? I — I’ll just hope a zombie apocalypse never happens...”

“If a zombie apocalypse were to break out right now, what would you do? Like, I know I’d probably make a home for myself underground, but that’s just me. Seriously, though, what would you do?”

“I — Uh, what? I — I think I’d just... See if they’re capable of human intelligence..? Oh! Um, maybe I’d... Ask them to not eat humans..? I — I’m really not entirely sure...”

“I — Uh, what are you doing to those books..?”

"Do you need something for it? Wa — Wait, nevermind, I don't have any painkillers... Oh! Uh, is there somewhere you're trying to go?"

Hayley wandered around the facility, determined to find something to occupy her mind with. Even with all the physical activity, the constantly finding something to do, she felt… bored. Maybe bored wasn’t the right word, but it was true that she felt a lack of intellectual pursuits that resulted in an empty feeling. She was entertained, yes, so very much the opposite of bored, but she wasn’t stimulated? Yeah, sure, stimulated. 

Amie wasn’t normally one for a quiet, empty room — But the events of the day before still lurked in her mind. All the fighting, all the shooting, all the pain replayed in a loop, as if she were still in the abandoned amusement park. She was sure that the horrors of yesterday were just a taste of what was yet to come.

I mean, I don’t really know what the real reason for me being here is yet. Kind of an impulsive thing on us Barclays’ parts.  I know so. You could influence people to do whatever you want, really. ‘It’ meaning top dog.

Well, I'm sure it was a good reason, yeah? Impulsiveness is okay, really. Sure, some decisions need thought, but most of the time, I don't think anyone would get much done if they weren't impulsive... I — I know I could, but I'm sure there are others that can too! I met this guy, he said he has like — A thousand powers in one...

Yeah, I am sure I can handle responsibility. I’m going to be that fun parent that they love to death.

You sayin' I won't be a fun parent, punk? Already insinuating the death of our child, huh?