Shaun Mason | Adaptive Immunities (adaptvimmnities) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-11-27 17:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~2013 november, ~~shaun mason (adaptvimmnities) |
[The writings of Shaun Mason, unpublished]
George always said I was suicidal, and I guess if you run headlong into danger on purpose that qualifies you as being a few cards short of a full deck. You know what I say?
Fuck it. Let's blow some shit up.
There's a thrill that comes with what I do. It's a roller coaster of fucking adrenaline, the rush of excitement and pure terror, where the only thing that matters is that you take action. You make a decision and go with it, while your heart pounds and you think, this is it. This could be it. The day you fuck it up and die because you're an idiot that likes to poke zombies with sticks to see what happens. It's the most addicting feeling in the world.
I stopped going into the field after George died. There's just something about having shot her in the head that makes it hard to enjoy doing my job anymore. But God do I miss it sometimes.
Not that it matters here. The only zombie I'll have to shoot is George, because fuck if I'm sticking around for the aftermath.
I'm looking forward to relegating these details to the shrinks that think they can help.