Drink Count: 9 | Things have been OK for me except that I'm a zombie now

[eyesofaserpent]

Backdated to Sunday

A. [Action: Wherever the hell he finds Lyn]

[Crowley is heading into work in his Bentley when he sees... Well, a bunch of what looks like people staggering around. In the middle of the road, even. They don't really look to be in the best of shape. And then he sees a few clustered around a familiar blonde head. He frowns. This doesn't seem right at all and the hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end. He rolls down the window.]

Lyn! Need a hand?


B. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard]

[After having taken a bite to the neck, Crowley isn't feeling very well. At least the bleeding stopped...]


C. [Action: About town]

[OH HEY LOOK. It's a Crowley zombie. He doesn't looks terribly happy. And maybe a little hungry.]

There's seriously no cure for this bullshit?

Comments

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

The dead can't be helped. You should know that best of all.

[eyesofaserpent]

I can help them be deader than they already are if that's what they want.

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

...Would that be, perhaps, what you'd want?

[eyesofaserpent]

I've already died twice. I don't want to do it again if I can help it.

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid that's the only cure for your condition. In its advanced stages, you see, we wouldn't be having this conversation at all.

[eyesofaserpent]

I'm waiting for Mayfield to go back to normal.

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

Since you're... dead, I believe you'd simply be dead in a more conventional manner if the town was restored.

[He'll lower the gun slightly.]

But if that's what you wish...

[eyesofaserpent]

At least until morning. Has no one told you how short lived and impermanent death is here?

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

Of course. But you're not willing to take the shortcut now?

[eyesofaserpent]

I don't want to be someone else's lunch again.

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

They're interested in live flesh, I believe. No one likes chilled pork, after all.

[Grimsley will pocket the gun and bow with a flourish.]

Good luck, then. If I have to shoot you the next time we run into each other, I apologize in advance.

[eyesofaserpent]

Steer clear of me in the morning time and I think you'll be alright.

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

I'll have to see whether or not you really do say 'brains'; I haven't heard that one yet, disappointingly.

[And not without some degree of caution, Grimsley sidesteps the zombie-demon and begins to walk away.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He turns and heads in the opposite direction, happy to put a good distance between them.]