George Mulloy will do your taxes for fun. (gmullloy) wrote in stepfordic, @ 2019-11-03 17:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | george mulloy (gmullloy) |
Narrative
[He hasn't been without Apricot for months. This is the longest they've been apart since they met. He can't sleep without her, he's not sure he did it before. He imagines her back in her apocalypse alone and scared. Surrounded by flesh eating zombies without him or any of the luxuries of living in this society. No hair products or makeup or the food she's grown accustomed to. No bed or pillow or soft blankets. She gets so anxious without him around her and now they'll spend all of eternity apart and she'll be eaten alive. He can't eat. He feels like every last bit of hope inside him was crushed. Sam and Dean are heading out looking again, he doesn't say a word, just climbs into the backseat of their car to come along for the ride. He knows they won't find them, it's just not George's luck. She's gone. He stays in the car while Sam and Dean go into another dark creepy place looking for everyone, Dean told him he gets in the way and he knows that much is true]