"So you're saying...it's all mold?" They nodded, continueing to load the shotgun with explosive shells.
"Mold that takes over?"
"Helps if they drank that cordyceps kombucha." A man next to them added, spinning around in his chair. "Helps get the fungus going." He tapped his forehead with his forefinger. "Never drink that shit. Weird hippie shit, it does shit to ya. Now this is the proof." I scratched at my chin, glancing out the store window. Fires lit the horizon.
"So...it's a cordyceps?"
"Something like that." They finished loading the shotgun, peering down the sights, pointing it at the opposite wall. It had once been labeled "Produce" in bright neon lettering, but was now torn down, scrapped for parts. The entire Publix was now a safe zone, with decontamination units operating out of the front lobby, a massive wall seperating the Turned from the Infected and the Infected from the uncontaminated. Many of those were immune; I was one of those. No way I haven't been at least exposed by now, but here I am, free from the mind-controlling fungus. I wandered into this area, thrust here and there by crowds of panicked people, stripped naked by officials, sprayed in every orifice by fungicides, and thrust inside wearing nothing but a plain white pair of sweats and a jumper. Humilating experience, that.
Here, I met Jack. Jack was neither male nor female. Not that I could tell, and it's not very polite to ask. So I call them them; and they haven't corrected me. Angroyenous, simultaneously badass and effeminate, they oozed the word "dangerous."
"So...where do we go next?"
"Next bus out is in three days." Jack thumbed over their shoulder. "Rations over there. Bunks in the back hall. Fucking cold there, though." I froze.
"Bus out? To where?"
"Who the fuck knows?" Jack set down the shotgun, pulling out a knife. "I ain't; going on there. Probably going to send us to a gulag to work or something. I'm taking my city back from the Turned." I smiled.
"All by yourself?"
"There's a few of us." I paused, leaning against a shelf that still held a few cans of fruit. I'd looked earlier; it was all cranberries. The shelf teetered precariously, and I hurridly stood back up. Jack smiled.
"They can't keep us here, Harrison." That's my name, by the way.
"Oh? With the armed guards, I assumed they could. I mean, why risk more people getting killed?" They looked at the gun next to them, laying on the table that had been set out, among others, in the remains of Aisle One.
"You can't trust them. I'll say no more, only that I'd rather take my chances out there, with the Turned, then with these fucks who think they know whats best for us."
I glanced at the gun.
"You think one shotgun and a few incendiary rounds are enough to clean out some walking mushrooms?" Jack stood up, suddenly angry.
"I'd rather die out there and sit and wait in here, twiddling my damn thumbs, while these assholes in charge ferry us from safe house to safe house. They're the ones that fuckin' caused it! Why don't you get it?" They paused.
In my opinion it was a big conspiracy, but there was something, deep in the back of my mind, that told me that Jack knew what they were talking about. They picked up the gun, hiding it under their sweater, their lanking form coming in handy.
"Cmon. I'll introduce you to the rest of the group that can tell you better than I can..."
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was rewatching fabian’s baron moment on account of it being the most delicious piece of pvp in my recent memory and ally beardsley’s growth as a player just shone through so brightly and with such clarity. after dusting off their shock they immediately asked about the nemesis ward, had enough knowledge about fellow pcs stocked to remember adaine’s ac with such like frustrated confidence and certainty, suggested to siobhan to dimension door out of adaine’s room, like. they came into this making a character with 4 dex. and now the dice deity offered to roll a check to sense if adaine was in danger. making decisions, asking questions, getting invested in the story, trying so hard with the tools they have to save characters from danger; ally beardsley is an incredible d&d player.
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that laios/shuro (toshiro?) argument means a lot to me because on one hand i have been laios and i have been excited to be around people who just would. not. say. that they didnt like me around until they did it in a way that was incredibly painful and confusing when that could have been easily avoided by a short conversation at the time of offense.
on the other hand i have been shuro experiencing that naive racism from someone who doesn't know much outside his bubble & its really hard to confront directly because its not coming from a bad place necessarily, but it is truly drenched in the racial biases that a culture has baked in. and that can be very exhausting to try and explain to someone after being bombarded by such, especially if they seem completely unaware of it being a problem.
its a situation where both characters are sympathetic to me, at least a little.
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OK but I really love how unhinged Neil comes off in other people's POV cause looking back at the first three novels he was so damn weird
Take what happened in Colombia
Imagine what Andrew was thinking
Holy crap this binder WTF?!?! OK he's sus as hell I've gotta test him, I'm gonna mess with the tags when I refold his clothes but like...I doubt even he's THAT crazy
*Neil barges in and starts shouting in FRENCH*
OK so he IS that crazy (and French?!)
OK I'm gonna spike his drink and get some answers in a minute just gonna leave him with Aaron and Nicky for a sec while I satisfy my Gay panic this runaway has inspired in me with Roland and then I'll just...WTF DID HE JUST PAY A GUY TO KNOCK HIM OUT?!
OK I'm gonna pick up some breakfast and when I get back to the house I can interrogate the....OK ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME THIS DUBIOUS TWINK CRAWLED OUT OF THE BATHROOM WINDOW?!
OK so he's not around let's get back to Palmetto he probably got a ride from one of the upperclassmen
OK he didn't...did he run away? I guess that makes some sens... OK wait he HITCHHIKED?! THE FUCK?!
OK THIS ASSHOLE SPEAKS GERMAN TOO?!
OK he's on the run from the mob...there are a lot of holes in this story but at this point I'm gonna take his word for it that he's isn't a danger to my people cause I don't have the energy to continue to pursue this anymore. This fucking guy is more unhinged than what I was prepared to deal with this weekend.
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