#crisisshot

I…

[?] Love you.

[x] Like you.

[] Hate you.

[x] Want you.

[] Don’t know you.

We are…

[x] Acquaintances.

[?] Friends.

[?] Lovers.

[] Best Friends.

[] Enemies.

You are…

[x] Hot.

[x] Sexy.

[?] Mine.

[] Ok.

[] Pretty.

[x] Handsome.

[] Meh.

[] Ew.

We should…

[x] Talk more.

[] Talk less.

[xx] Have sex.

[] Avoid each other.

[x] Cuddle.

[x] Go on a date.

[] Have a Sleepover.

[] Not talk to each other. Ever.

I wish…

[] You would go away.

[x] You would talk to me.

[x] You would notice me.

[?] We were friends.

[x] We were dating.

Should you reblog?

[x] Yes.

[] No.

[] I don’t care.

☮:An argument I think my muse would have with yours.

"Wait...you want us to what?"

"Bring me back a live B.O.W...if you can."

"Are you out of your tree, Wesker?"

"No, well at least not this time, I need a live B.O.W to test the cure Chris, I can conjecture and hypothesise all day long but until I've seen it with my own eyes, I have no idea if the cure will work."

"So let me get this straight, you want me to risk my men and myself to fetch you a live B.O.W when standard protocol is to shoot them in the head and be done with it."

"I don't want you to risk anybody-I said if you can."

"That's impossible and you know it."

"No it's not."

"Yeah, yeah it is."

"It's really not...I could do it.."

She looked at the corpses of the blacksuits, littering the hallways and the few who they'd managed to take alive.

They'd been transporting her to Washington to stand trial when the virus had hit.

One minute, she'd been sitting sullenly in the back of the bus, with Chris standing over her, looking stern yet doing his best to ignore her and the next the driver and the other guards had gone crazy and were trying to kill them and each other.

In the ensuing confusion the bus had gone over and Chris had been hurt. Dispatching the infected guards, she'd hauled him out.

Now, as she picked up her supplies that the unfortunate group of raiders had attempted to take from her, she remained grateful that they had been in the middle of nowhere when it had happened. Had they been in the city....well. The cities were no go areas, the amount of infected in one place.

Hopping back on the motorcycle she'd obtained with her supplies in her rucksack, she headed back to the crashed plane her and Chris had been living in for the past few weeks.

Coming over the hill, she could see him exercising, walking slowly from one end of the plane to the other. She was glad as it had been touch and go for a few days.

Send me 乂 to hear what my character would say to you if they’d gone insane and you were visiting them at a mental hospital.