Fear Oh god, what is that smell? It's like a pile of zombies has gone rotten.
[The scent washes over him, thick and sickly and vile. It makes bile rise in his throat. Honestly, even for the undead, this reeks. It reminds him of rotting sores and oozing wounds and other things that he'd rather not remember. And that thing- creature... what even is that?]
Undead centaurs... just great. Well, why not? It makes about as much sense as anything else these days.
15 Minutes Late With [It's been a long time since he's been to a coffee shop. It's been a long time since coffee shops existed, although he's sure that Sigrid still has some fancy little place at her beck and call. People like that always do.
Still, he's not about to turn it down. It's the one thing here that's familiar and almost comforting.
He orders a drink. He'd never been much of a coffee drinker, but things change. It has milk and chocolate and cream because what's it going to do really? Kill him? Clog his arteries?
The cup arrives and he takes it. He catches sight of the name on the cup though and... freezes.
That name. That- that's an S and a group of other letters which are horribly familiar and yet...]
Peter 'Dr Necropolis' Lynne | Zombies, Run!
Oh god, what is that smell? It's like a pile of zombies has gone rotten.
[The scent washes over him, thick and sickly and vile. It makes bile rise in his throat. Honestly, even for the undead, this reeks. It reminds him of rotting sores and oozing wounds and other things that he'd rather not remember. And that thing- creature... what even is that?]
Undead centaurs... just great. Well, why not? It makes about as much sense as anything else these days.
15 Minutes Late With
[It's been a long time since he's been to a coffee shop. It's been a long time since coffee shops existed, although he's sure that Sigrid still has some fancy little place at her beck and call. People like that always do.
Still, he's not about to turn it down. It's the one thing here that's familiar and almost comforting.
He orders a drink. He'd never been much of a coffee drinker, but things change. It has milk and chocolate and cream because what's it going to do really? Kill him? Clog his arteries?
The cup arrives and he takes it. He catches sight of the name on the cup though and... freezes.
That name. That- that's an S and a group of other letters which are horribly familiar and yet...]
This... this isn't my name. It can't be my drink.