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For My Friends at REtarded RPSpencer: Fear me.... crawls to Leon I will... make you... a monster... like me... grabs his foot
Leon: Uh-huh... how?
Spencer: But biting you! chews on his boot
Leon: sighs ...That's not gonna work, you know... That's my boot.
Spencer: keeps chewing I will get through it...
Leon: It's steel toe.
Spencer: stops ... oh... um... can you give me your arm?
Leon: Hell no.
Spencer: laughs AHA! You fear being turned!
Leon: raises a brow and shrugs You don't have any teeth to infect me with and really, I just don't want you drooling on me... it's disgusting.
Spencer: Oh... um... looks lost I'll... I'll figure something out...
Leon: Yeah, you do that... looks bored I'm just gonna go and get myself some coffee... and leave you here to rot or something... whatever you zombies do when alone... turns and walks away, holstering his gun
Spencer: yells I'll crawl after you! I will infect you! crawls after him
Silent Hill 4 Snake Ch.3 Part 1Chapter Three
Lee winced in pain from the pounding headache he dragged himself closer to the light, gritting his teeth at the thought of passing out yet again. No, instead to his surprise, his headache vanished the moment he passed through the light. He sighed in relief at the fading pain, his body feeling light and breathing better; and he could see the interior of the women's restroom. Fuzzy at best, though getting clearer as he went, at least he could see it. He crawled the last few inches, the hole was now big enough to let him crouch, which he used the extra room to maneuver his legs over the mouth of the hole and hopped out. The minute he did, he looked over a little to his left...
Cynthia stared back him with dead white eyes, and an expression of horror frozen on her equally pale face.
Snake screamed, jumping back and throwing himself up against the corner furthest from her, the steel pipe brandished. "What the fuck?!" he shrieked, his heart pounding
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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