i love pretty women.

“Roberto shouted up at them, "Car keys are in his hand!" Naomi clawed the keys out of Griffin's exposed left hand and looked back at Roberto. "Get up!" "I can't. Drag me." Figuring he'd been shot but knowing there was no time to dwell on it, they each grabbed him by an arm and dragged him, screaming, up the short driveway to the minivan. The heat-vision goggles had fallen off Roberto's head, but he didn't need them to see the fungal anymore. As they hauled him up the hillside, he could see the forest floor lit up with its glowing green tendrils, spreading rapidly in the now-heavy rain.”

rules: shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people

tagged by my fellow lover of beautiful and talented women and musicals (@ashleyslorens)

1. touching yourself by the japanese house 2. delete ya by djo 3. chasing pirates by norah jones 4. a dog's adventure by attaboy 5. ocean drive by lighthouse family 6. paper bag by fiona apple 7. sinners by lauren aquilina 8. pie in the sky by post animal 9. multo by cup of joe 10. panic cord by gabrielle aplin

“Voices shouted from inside the unit, more fists pounded on the door. Griffin recognized them. "Ironhead?! What the fuck are you doing, main?!" The voices shouted some more, the door rattled and banged, and Griffin noticed the lock, hanging unlocked in the hasp. It was enough to hold the door closed, but it wasn't clicked shut, so if the door rattled long enough it was bound to be dislodged. Griffin turned the gun back on Teacake. "What'd you lock 'em in there for?!" "I didn't. That guy did." He pointed to Mike's residue. Griffin frowned, his reptilian brain trying to process it all. Keeping the gun on Teacake, he moved toward the locker. Teacake took a step forward. "Don't, man." Griffin stopped, swinging the gun back on him. "Why not?" "They're infected." Dr. Friedman stepped out of Griffin's shadow, recognizing he might have some role in this conversation after all. "Infected? With what?" "I don't fucking know!" Teacake said, his patience nearing an end. "Bad shit! For the last time, will you put that fucking gun down already?!"”