12-03-2020, 08:40 PM
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For all her powers, Rosemary never understood combat. Fighting required moving in strange ways, all these odd muscle memories, and a violent hunger. Rosemary hated the process. But she was a medic first and always, anyway. People never expected medics to know how to fight.
So she stayed on the sidelines, lurking in the trees near where Diya and Roxxie’s litter hid. She spotted a raider heading through the bush, the elk’s antlers caught on the foliage and making quite a racket. Rosemary froze and narrowed her four eyes, focusing on the attacker before he saw her—or the children—and hurled a thought virus at his brain.
Only cowards avoid fighting at its thickest.
The raider shook out his head and turned around, jumping back into the fray. She exhaled a long sigh, but her breathing quickly turned shallow and nervous again.
So she stayed on the sidelines, lurking in the trees near where Diya and Roxxie’s litter hid. She spotted a raider heading through the bush, the elk’s antlers caught on the foliage and making quite a racket. Rosemary froze and narrowed her four eyes, focusing on the attacker before he saw her—or the children—and hurled a thought virus at his brain.
Only cowards avoid fighting at its thickest.
The raider shook out his head and turned around, jumping back into the fray. She exhaled a long sigh, but her breathing quickly turned shallow and nervous again.
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I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?