‘ what do you think happens after death ’ was a loaded question. one that maeve certainly wasn’t going to get into seriously. a topic she didn’t like to spend too long thinking about in general. the idea of confronting your mortality unappealing as a whole. ❝ hottest chick those nerds are ever gonna see, and it’s a fuckin cadaver. ❞ even before hope, maeve had never pictured death as something that came after a long, full life. the 27 club and white lighters always sounding more realistic. ❝ i dunno. i think cremation sounds like the best way to get rid of me. zombie apocalypse would be a hell of a lot more manageable if more people went that route. ❞
ren perched her chin on top of her folded arms and shrugged her shoulders, like maeve had just asked her what she wanted to get lunch. such was the life of a scientist: death was simply another part of the ecosystem cycle. "nothing. we live, and then we die, and then that's it." she gave a little, wry smile, "people think that's depressing, but i dunno; i think it makes everything more important." it would be nice if hope was in some pastel-tinted, cloud-furnished place in the sky, but there were probably many people who thought hope landed in the opposite direction. in the end, hope was a person who lived and was killed, and that was just how life went. unfair, random, and cruel. "i mean, if there is a god, i think that's way more depressing because look it how fucked up his creation is."
she snorted and turned her nose into her forearm, hiding her baffled grin in the crook of her elbow. "hope was one of those nerds, y'know, and she saw her fair share of hot people." but hope made being a nerd hot, like it wasn't even strange for her practice stitching on oranges to prep for cadaver day. ren was sure there were several people who switched their majors just to be like her. "well," she glanced at the cigarette in maeve's hand, "your organs certainly aren't viable for transplant. i don't know if a zombie would even want a cancerous brain."
















