Post by Robert Wells on Jun 22, 2012 2:25:44 GMT -5
-Reaching down he grabbed his things and slung them over his shoulder. The man seemed too relaxed but within his head he was always on guard never did his attention stray from the fact that every waking minute in this new found world of kill or be eaten could very well be his last. Despite the horrors in his life and the pain that he felt he needed to survive. These bastards needed to pay for what they have done. He would not stop until his tongue craved flesh or every one of these rotting bastards young or old mammal or fish was lying still and gone from this world. Slowly he looked back to the door held closed by the chair then looked back to the woman. He wasn't sure if it would hold but it was better than leaving it the way it was. Walking towards the woman now walking up the stairs his stomach continuing to growl loudly as he neared the food.-
"In all honesty it don't matter to me... I'd eat the empty can if you threw it my way"
-That of course was a joke... but these days it started to become more and more reality than he wished. Sometimes you had to eat what you could whether it was edible or not... just something in your stomach made you feel better than with an empty one no matter what filled it. Slowly he ascended the stairs when she gave the go ahead that it was clear. Mating call? Yeah that's what he needed dirty hands all over him while some freaky sex craved zombie humped his thigh. A fantasy for some... or well maybe not.-
"Think about it... -He sighed briefly with impending relief- "A nice hot shower after a cold meal of Ravioli... Sounds like fine dining to me." -he looked up at her with a grin-
"In all honesty it don't matter to me... I'd eat the empty can if you threw it my way"
-That of course was a joke... but these days it started to become more and more reality than he wished. Sometimes you had to eat what you could whether it was edible or not... just something in your stomach made you feel better than with an empty one no matter what filled it. Slowly he ascended the stairs when she gave the go ahead that it was clear. Mating call? Yeah that's what he needed dirty hands all over him while some freaky sex craved zombie humped his thigh. A fantasy for some... or well maybe not.-
"Think about it... -He sighed briefly with impending relief- "A nice hot shower after a cold meal of Ravioli... Sounds like fine dining to me." -he looked up at her with a grin-