#posttraumaticennui

Meg didn’t mean to get herself picked up by the ME’s office, really. But having no pulse and being knocked out cold after a little scrap with some other demons kinda gave the humans who found her the impression that she was more than a little dead. She woke up in transit, holding still and waiting for an opportunity to escape.

As soon as the wheeled gurney slowed down, presumably in the morgue, she unzipped herself and sat up. It was quiet, she should’ve been in the clear-

But, unfortunately, she had company.

“...well this is one hell of a pickle, ain’t it?”

“Maybe we will.. just.. probably not by me.”

posttraumaticennui replied to your post:           So yesterday I had a twelve-hour drive…...

[I know I’ve been slow as balls lately, but Elle is amazing and anyone who doesn’t appreciate that needs a stab in the face. With a spork.]

[text: Liv-ing Dead] No, I’m fairly sure he did. I know, look at me.