CC: ye ye waterever just clam your fuckin tatas 38/
PC: ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ NO!
CC: id love to stick around and play this stupid game w you
CC: but i got more important shit to do
PC: 〜(^∇^〜）I WON!!!!!!!
SM: NOT REALLY
SM: KINDA POINTLESS TO HAVE THAT INFO IN YOUR HEAD
SM: JUST MEANS YOU GOT ONE MORE CHUMP AFTER YOUR SUPPLIES
Geeze, this girl had no basic knowledge of anything now did she? Just.. damn. You cant all go being buddy buddy and telling shit like this during this time. Probably a miracle this one was still alive.
PC:（ー△ー；）…. I GUESS.
PC: (一。一;;）I GIVE UP!
PC: (ノ#-_-)ノ HAVE FUN!
Even you had your boundaries. You didn’t need this angry puppydog nagging. Whatever. Stupid, boring puppy….
You should find someone more exciting than him. Even in these day and age it wouldn’t be that hard.
AG: An a8andoned prison.
AG: It’s safe.
AG: 8ut don’t call me l8ttle!!!!!!!!
PC:（＞д＜）IF YOU INSIST!
AG: Nice to know I’m not the only living person.
PC: (=^･ω･^=) THERE ARE MANY OTHERS TOO.
PC:（＞ω＜）SO YOU CAN JUST RELAX, LITTLE SPIDER!
PC: (*ノ・ω・）ノ WHERE ARE YOU SAYING?
SM: NOT REALLY MY CONCERN IF OTHER FLESHYS KNOW IF THEYRE STILL BREATHIN KID
SM: CANT LOOK OUT FOR ANYONE BUT YOURSELF OUT HERE
SM: ALL THAT WORRY AN CONCERN AN SHIT GETS YOU DEAD
you were pretty sure you made your point clear there. seriously, what was with it and people trying to get all this information an junk about survivors. just a bunch of useless info that cant be used for shit.
PC: (〜￣▽￣)〜 IF YOU SAY SO, JACK.
PC: o(^・x・^)o I PURROBABLY KNOW MORE THAN YOU ALREADY ANYWAYS.
You just give up on talking about this with him, because he seems to locked in his ways. You’re certain that he doesn’t know shit, wich is why he is so snippy when it comes to talking about it and also you’ve becomed pretty good at touring the city without gettin’ caught by zombies now. Meanin’ you can find out all the information you need by yourself. Easy peasy.
CA: see you then, svweetheart
She goes onto busy mode and you lay back on the stage, legs dangling over the edge of it, and arms up and crossed, head resting on them as if they were a pillow. You smoke your cigarette and daydream about living back in the 1950s. Boy, that must have been the life. No zombies, no training, no shitty infestation. Just motorbikes, leather jackets, cuties in poodle skirts, and a whole gang of pals who always had your back. It must have been paradise. You fantisize and romantisize the humans past until you’re awoken by the uzzing of your phone on the wooden stage. Kitten seems to have news for you.
CA: vwell, thanks for the intel, doll
CA: but i hawve it under control
CA: you be careful novw though
CA: iffya get bit, i vwon’t be lettin’ ya in, hpe ya knovw that
You roll your eyes at the new message. What is up with this dude, thinkin’ you will just run head first into the pack of zombies? Yes, that is likely to happen. You lean over the edge again, watching the zombies walk aimlessly around the streets.
PC: (-___________-;) WHY WOULD I LET MYSELF GET BITTEN?
PC: (。・・) IS THERE ANY WAY IN FURROM THE ROOF?
AG: I’m not little!!!!!!!!
AG: I’m Vriska.
PC:（￣□￣；）YOU CERTAINLY LOOKED SMALL FROM WHERE I WAS STANDING
PC: ヽ(*≧ω≦)ﾉ IT DOESN’T MATTER. IT’S NICE M33TING YOU, VRISKA!!!!!!!!!