Blake [W&G] (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} notahistorypuff) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} hellascenes,@ 2013-10-22 19:39:00 |
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What: Meeting up, hanging out, not killing zombies
Where: In town
When: This week
Warnings: Will update if necessary
He gauged the time to be about a month now, that he'd been in the city. He'd never been to LA before, and some tricked out hell version of LA was not his idea of fun. He couldn't say he missed Georgia, especially not the Georgia he'd left behind, but since he had been seeing walkers everywhere lately, maybe he'd prefer the world where they were actually real, and killable. Instead of taking down a zombie with his arrow, he'd tagged a vampire...and found out that while walkers weren't infesting the city as he'd thought, vampires were very real and prowling the streets. He'd take the walkers over the vamps, because at least walkers didn't blend in with humans, there was no mistaking the rotten flesh, the blood stained clothes, the wheezing hiss that sounded like a swarm of bees where there were too many of them all in one place.
When he saw Rick, he stopped and stared for a moment. It wasn't shock at seeing his friend, but rather he wasn't sure Rick was real. The zombies he'd seen so recently weren't real, after all, and he'd been so sure they were invading the city. All was quiet now, though, and so he called out to Rick. Seemed the best way to determine if his friend was real or imagined.