08-28-2018, 10:32 AM
[size=10pt]Zach has no sense of smell, so the blood hadn't attracted him - neither had the screams for mercy. It's hard to hear such things when one of your ears is missing. In fact, he isn't quite sure what had prompted him to drift over here. Call it a sixth sense, zombie instinct, whatever, there had been something in him that steered him in this direction. He regrets following it. Though the feat is impossible, he feels the distinct urge to vomit. The sheer look of horror he wears is sure ironic. If he could see his face, he'd have a fit. "Are you guys just gonna ignore the fact that she just killed someone?" Asks the serial killer, voice quivering.
He opens his mouth to say something else, but then it occurs to him that this must be normal. They're not phased at all by the bodies strewn about the floor, not the blood spattering the walls or Kade's hands. This is just an average Tuesday night to them. "...what did she do to deserve that?" He had heard some talk about demons on the way in, but he had been too distracted by the carnage on the floor to pay much attention. As the group moves along, he stumbles after them, deciding he has no choice but to follow. He's an accomplice now. This is yet another charge he's racked up. God, he already has a life sentence.
Then again, it isn't like there are any cops around. Zachariah hasn't seen one police station in the entire time he's been here. Not to mention it would be pretty difficult to arrest him when he didn't have any hands to cuff. He's sure that the rest of the lot have their own method to avoiding any kind of corporal punishment, given that half of them aren't even human. Alexander's remark has him scoffing and folding his arms across his chest. He really can't wrap his head around it. How can any of them act like this is just a casual, everyday occurrence?
He opens his mouth to say something else, but then it occurs to him that this must be normal. They're not phased at all by the bodies strewn about the floor, not the blood spattering the walls or Kade's hands. This is just an average Tuesday night to them. "...what did she do to deserve that?" He had heard some talk about demons on the way in, but he had been too distracted by the carnage on the floor to pay much attention. As the group moves along, he stumbles after them, deciding he has no choice but to follow. He's an accomplice now. This is yet another charge he's racked up. God, he already has a life sentence.
Then again, it isn't like there are any cops around. Zachariah hasn't seen one police station in the entire time he's been here. Not to mention it would be pretty difficult to arrest him when he didn't have any hands to cuff. He's sure that the rest of the lot have their own method to avoiding any kind of corporal punishment, given that half of them aren't even human. Alexander's remark has him scoffing and folding his arms across his chest. He really can't wrap his head around it. How can any of them act like this is just a casual, everyday occurrence?
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