*laughs* hell fucking no, dude
yeah… it usually starts moving after i eat.. but it has been awhile.. am i really cold? *he tilts his head abit*
Yeah… or, at least colder than me. Wow… this is really
strange. *he scoffs at himself* Sorry, sorry, I’m just… confused, and in awe.really? *he looks kinda surprised as he holds his arm close to his chest. he fixes the bandages* i don’t think anyones ever been ‘in awe’ at this…
Well… the way I see it you’re not really dead. Like, you are, but you’re still able to talk and think
and stuff. This is fascinating… grisly, but fascinating.huh *he smiled slightly as he hopped off the bed* well… thanks i guess ? it’s weird though, knowing you could die at any given moment and it wouldn’t mean anything, not really.. *he wondered off to the door and waited for Carlos*
*Carlos follows him, feeling better about things now that he
knows Max is okay… more or less.* How long have you been like this, Max?… just about all summer i think… which reminds me, i still have to find a place to stay after summer.. that’ll be fun… speaking of fun, wanna go hunting with me?
Uh… *there was a lot of stuff that Carlos wanted to respond
to, but one thing at a time* Hunting? Don’t you need tags and stuff?what i need is food, and normal food doesn’t work anymore…. i’m kinda like a zombie in that way
Ah, I see… I suppose. I still think you might need tags or
you’d get in trouble though… I’m pretty sure poaching on this land is illegal.
Some rich guy owns it or something.mr campbell? eh, he won’t miss a few squirrels… one time i caught a bird! *he smiles* i was careful enough and i got to keep the skull! after that i tried to glue it to the wall but it got stuck to my hand… *he chuckles* … as much as it may sound like it, i don’t actually like killing, but if i don’t i black out and hurt people
Uh, wh-what? Have you… given hot dogs a try? They’re
relatively cheap and they’re still made of meat. Kind of.not.. that i can remember? but i think that’s mostly cause i don’t have any money … why are hospitals so expensive?
Are… they still trying to get money out of a dead boy? Wait…
I suppose if they could still charge you, of course they would. I can pick up a
packet of hot-dogs next time I go to town, if you’d like. And maybe a fishing
license too, now that I think about it. That way things would be a bit more
legal here. *he hums, contemplating* I’d need to get some tackle and a pole too…
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