

TalkOh, c'mon, it's not like we're all the same. We're all pretty snowflakes, right? Unique. Well fine, I'll give you a rundown. All of these types are artificial, hell, even the term predator is. There is no one thing that makes us different from any other infected, the boundary is fuzzy. We don't come in the boxes, we get put in the boxes. First, it's just what we want. There are three kinds here, seekers, sensuals, and hunters. I'll do the biggies, famous guys, Ogre, Boneflower Witch, and the Red Lady.Talk
Ogre is a seeker, like me. He wants what he wants, which is hearts and livers. Doesn't matter what it is, meat like him or


Something Like a Date“So you called, AND you showed up. Damn. Lost my bet. I have to give myself ten bucks.”Something Like a Date
“Tell yourself that you didn't shake on it. Bets don't count if you don't shake on it. Why didn't you think I'd show up?”
“You looked so shocked when I told you. If people like me as a girl they usually hate me as a guy, it makes them feel like I'm lying to them.”
“...Yeah, that's bullshit. Blaming you when it's them that didn't notice.”
“What could they notice? I thought my illusion was complete?”
“You have big hands. Nice hands, pianists hands, but big. And you've got that choker hiding you


A Question of Romance“What's up with you? You seem kinda distracted.”A Question of Romance
“Mmm... Thinkin'.”
“What? Girl problems?”
“Yeah, kinda.”
“Kinda?”
“Bit of a long story. Can I ask you something?”
“Whatever. I've got nothing I'd rather be doing right now.”
“Alright, you're driving to work, the light is green, it's raining, you're doing around fifty, then some jackass come through the red light and nearly clips you. If you hadn't braked you probably would have died, but because you braked the car behind you smashed right into you.”
“Shit. Is it bad? My car got keyed a few we


Dead PresidentsLincoln sighed and rubbed at his eyes, smearing black gravedust. He just posing on a tombstone, bored and hungry. He had clawed his way out of the grave this morning and nothing had happened. Oh, sure, a few photographers had shown up to capture his pose and he had joined the daily beating(Today had been Reagan for being an arrogant little shit), but it was nothing that didn't happen every day. There hadn't even been any reporters or historians asking him questions. It wasn't enough for the man who had once fought the Civil War.Dead Presidents
Not to mention that the food was bad and had been for weeks. Jefferson had disappeared about a month a
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I have nothing left except my bones.
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