Lil.Carno Loves Albert Wesker
@HoundOfScream
"Ne yapmak istediğine, ne yapması gerektiğine, ne yapmaya mecbur olduğuna dair hiçbir fikri bulunmayan kafası karmakarışık tek bir varlıktım."
-Tüm Sistemler Çöktü, Martha Wells
25 kütüphaneci puanı
256 okur puanı
Haziran 2020 tarihinde katıldı
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But as I stood in the cold, dimly lit castle, something blossomed inside of me. Something dark and jagged with thorns and teeth flourished.
To everyone else, she was unstoppable, an unyielding force of power, but with her husband, she submitted like a dog.
I had pushed him too far.
He was dangerous like this: full of lust and rage.
Okur Takip Önerileri
This had to work. It had to.
It was the only way.
He was terrifying. His presence alone made everyone else shrink into themselves out of fear he would focus on them and then they would become his prey.
The civilized countries, the ones with bicameral governments and honest police forces and good infrastructure and the rule of law and wealth and privilege, the entire West - when the dead came home they couldn't hold out. It was only the pisspots of the world that made it. The most dangerous places. The unstable countries - the feudal states, the anarchic backwaters - where you wouldn't dare walk out the door without a gun, where bodyguards were fashion accessories - they did a lot better in the end.
Fuck it. I wouldn't blame myself for what I'd done. We were alive. We were still among the living. We were in the happy minority.
I kept an arm around her, shielding her whether or not there was any immediate threat. It had become an instinct, to keep as much of my body between her and the world as I could, even before the Epidemic I'd done that.
In her attempts to let her thoughts go, to let animal awareness take over, she found that she couldn't keep out the persistent image that crept into her mind.
Zombie.
A child of late-night creature features and campfire stories, her mind accepted it in the split-second it took for her to think it; she wasn't an idiot. He was deathly pale and ripe with that sickly-sweet scent of decay she'd noticed earlier, his eyes cataracted and gleaming white.
Zombies, in Raccoon. I never expected that.
