#angst one

Major says, "I wanted to tell you in person.”

                       “What, that you’re a zombie? Yeah, I kinda caught that. What with the whole... brain eating thing. Wasn’t exactly a treat to walk in on. This little chat’s not gonna make a difference. You know that.”

Cliff says, "You passed out.”

                        “Got knocked out, it’s different.” and, frankly, it seems to happen in Cliff’s presence an awful lot. Not for nothing, but the boy traipses through more violence than anyone she’s known who didn’t have fangs and a bat-ass face. She slowly pushes herself up until she can rest on her elbows and get a good look around --- it’s not his place, it’s damn sure not hers, but it’s not where she fell, “Wow. Didn’t leave me in the rat-infested alley this time? I mean, it’s progress. So, about the guy who jumped us... he still alive?”

Kennedy says, "You were supposed to leave.”

                      --- "Yeah, because I completely have that option with Portland about to blow a la Sunny D. Need all hands on deck on this one, so I’m hunkering down. Get used to me. I’m not askin’.”