@floathim [ cause u asked for this ]
There was a shift of movement as the figure slowly placed himself in front of the other, stormy hues hard and unkind. " Are you fucking serious? " came the snappy reply finally, giving a laugh with a sharp edge. A look of pure disbelief on the other's face as he spread his arms and watched Murphy. " So this is it, huh? This is as far as your SURVIVAL instincts will fucking take you? " he stated, squatting down and resting his arms on his knees, staring at the other with pursed lips.
" You've got to be fucking kidding me... So what. You're going to pull that trigger? And then what? Leave the world behind, go to some place nice-- Bull shit. There's no place then here, Murph. Get your head out of the misery, man. You said you were a SURVIVOR, right? " he commented, licking his lips once. " This isn't a survivor's move. " came the almost whisper, brows knitted together as he studied Murphy's face.
A light shake of the head. " You can't really be considering this. Come on, John. Where's your fighting spirit. So what if we're down to our last box? We got water still. We got a chance still. We'll find a way to fucking survive. Don't we always? What good is a bullet in our head going to do? How are you going to flip the finger to all the fuckers who did you wrong if you're DEAD? You'll be a passing memory. Fleeting. Is that the kind of thing you want to leave behind? "
