Colin Matthews (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} smalltownguy) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} inpoormerit, |
Colin really couldn't do anything but brace for the worst and pray for a quick, painless end. He squeezed his eyes shut and...
Nothing happened. Oh more, somebody came in and threw a shoe at the snake thing. Which made this make even less sense.
It let him go and didn't eat him, which was good enough for Colin as he landed in an unceremonious heap next to Gwyn's bed. He oomphed at the rough landing, still staring at the snake thing.
Wait, he started what? It probably ate Gwen and was going to eat him next if...okay, none of this was making sense. And then the snake thing started laughing and Colin wondered if this was a fucked up dream and somebody had spiked his food with something.
Yeah, passing out again. That made way more sense right now than dealing with this.