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"I don't like it when Morty purposely puts himself in danger. It's stupid." Curry lifted Shayne up easily with one of his arms and set him on top of his shoulders, hooking his legs around his head slightly. "I'm not that pissed...I should be better soon."
Charmase immediately took the offered snacks. "...Are you guys hungry...?" he asked, curiously. "There might be store close by...why don't we go and raid it so we have food to take to our new place...?" |
About to say something about Adalberto's danger-seeking tendencies, but instead decided not to say anything, not now. "Stupid as it is, he doesn't seem that bad... Besides..." He leaned a little forward and rest against Curry's head a little, but not too much for his own liking. "I was thinking...if I become a zombie, I wanna be a witch. They're cute...and I could make that sexy."
"No--" He had been about to carry on when his stomach made a quite obvious noise of 'YES, I AM HUNGRY, FEED ME FOOD!' He blushed a little and nodded some. "Do you think we should leave the house, though?" |
Curry grunted. "As long as you have pills in you...I have a feeling that's going to be a priority of ours from now on..." He didn't seem to mind. He was wary about how dangerous witches could be...
"We can...most places have been cleaned out by other zombies, but still. There should be some places that still have food," Morty reasoned, grinning. |
"Well...think of it this way. We have more added to our little family, now?" He offered, unsure of if that was a good idea to bring it up. "Anyway, that makes you twice as sexy, because if we're a family, I'd be fucking my brother. I always wished I had a brother to have sex with...I don't know why, it just always sounded really hot. I guess I just like the whole 'forbidden fruit' thing..."
"Well...I mean...Curry? Won't he be mad that we're gone when he gets back?" He obviously didn't hold himself very high, if he'd continue through his stomach wanting food for as long as he had. He was going on day three, now. |
"I suppose that's a way of looking at it..." Curry didn't say anything more. He was still in a bad mood, and as they walked, he was slowly calming down. He would need silence for a bit.
Something felt off about the air around them. He could have sworn he heard coughing somewhere... "I don't think he'll be mad. He'll probably be happy we're not here, seeing as he won't be tempted to bitch at us again..." Morty explained, nodding. He jumped up and down, slightly. "Let's go!" Charmase smiled, not minding that they had to make a detour before packing up and heading to his home. |
If there was one thing Shayne was good at, it was being social. And, if being social had ever taught him anything, it was when he was to be quiet. So, he remained quiet, until something wrapped around his neck from above and yanked him off of Curry's shoulder like a ragdoll. He felt very much like one as he was smashed against the side of the building and drug up, kicking and gagging, fighting it like a coyote chewing its own paw off to escape a trap.
The dragger didn't seem to be too happy, either. In fact, he was rather bored, and really hungry. There weren't many around to be eaten, anymore, and he couldn't really find a good place to get his usual fillers for food. Except he had found out why it was bad to give a zombie weed; the munchies were positively horrible when you fed on flesh but there weren't any bags of flesh offered to you by Lays. "Okay, let's go do that, then." Offering to carry Morty again, he paused and looked at Charmase. He didn't want him to be left out, so once he had himself settled and ready for walking, he tugged the other close, not quite so careful of those claws. |
Curry didn't notice that Shayne had been yanked off of his shoulders until he heard him smack into the building next to them. He reached up and managed to grab his foot, but he couldn't pull him down against the force of the tongue wrapped around him.
He tugged, and then let out the trademark yell of a Tank. Tanks were much higher on the food chain than this breed of zombie was...he was hoping it would get the hint. Morty patted Charmase's head once he was drawn closer, and looked around once they stepped outside. he paused suddenly when he heard a familiar, loud yell in the distance. "...Uh-oh." |
The only bad thing about this was that Rowan really couldn't care less, at the moment. He wanted desperately to eat something, anything, really, and he wasn't going to let something big and scary take his meal away. The tongue reeled him in like a fish, and he was just about to break the neck when he realized something. "Thane?" He questioned, head tilting some. Bringing the boy onto the roof with him, he released his tongue and looked at his now-battered friend. "Oh my God, Shayne! I never thought I'd see you again!"
Being tugged into a hug, the boy blinked some, then recognized his older friend. "Oh my God, Rowan! Likewise!" He sounded happy and threw himself on the zombie, hugging him close and nuzzling his face into his shirt. "I should have known that was you, weed-smell and all..." It was almost obvious to him, now. Running to the side of the building, he peeked over. "Curry, it's okay. Rowan's a friend." "That...doesn't sound good." And meant bad things for Shayne, he was almost certain. No matter what was going on, that yell was bad, bad news. |
Curry relaxed from where he was, the anger unwillingly fading. Tanks were all about anger. "Down," he said, simply. "Both of you. I don't trust him." Of course not. Curry was just pissed, still.
Morty, who had impeccable hearing, listened. "...It seems Shayne has found a friend of his? A friend who's now a zombie?" he said, uncertainly. "Things are fine, now, I think...we can still go check, if you want..." |
"Uh...dude?" Rowan appeared over the side. "Unless I use my tongue and drag down a brick or twelve, we're kinda stuck up here. There's a lotta zombies that would eat poor lil' Shaynie inside this buildin', here. See, I woulda done it, too, but I couldn't like, eat my BFF. After all, this little guy is pretty much full of awesome." Ruffling Shayne's hair, he smiled. "So, uh, we're kinda stuck up here."
This information made Shayne a little wary. "Other zombies mean they could get up here..." He mumbled, fear in his eyes as he looked down. "If I jumped, could you catch me, or would I die?" He wasn't sure what sounded worse; zombies that could get him, or jumping off this building. Granted, it wasn't very high, barely two stories... That still worried him, and it was apparent. "I dunno, maybe. Shayne had a bunch of friends, but he was most upset when Rowan became one. He just saw it from afar, but he was still upset..." Adalberto nodded, chewing his lip. "Should we go see, or will Curry be too angry...?" |
"...Perhaps you could lower him down with your tongue?" Curry asked, to Rowan. "Once you lower him down, jump and I'll catch you. You don't have to worry about me not doing so...if you're a friend of Shayne's, I'll catch you..."
"I'd like to go check..." Charmase seemed worried. "What if something's really wrong...?" "Let's go, then," Morty decided, nodding firmly. "I'm worried." |
Having little to no worry for his own safety, simply out of lack of the brain cells to do so, Rowan nodded and agreed to the idea. He wrapped his tongue around Shayne's middle and allowed him to sit on the edge of the building, then fall off. He easily lowered him down right back onto Shayne's old spot, legs on either side of Curry's head. Next order of business was to jump, and he did, his tongue reeling in like that fishing pole once more.
"Please do catch him..." Shayne mumbled, more to himself than Curry, as he watched Rowan fall the short distance that could even break a zombie up. He'd really need medical attention if Curry didn't catch him. "Then come on." Adalberto lifted Morty again and began to walk, "Where are they, then?" |
Curry settled Shayne on his shoulders comfortably. He stretched his big arms out just in time to catch Rowan, and he set him down on the ground next to them. "There. Safe."
Morty quickly led Adalberto to the right spot using his great hearing. They were there in no time, turning the corner. "Hi, guys! Is anything bad going on--Curry, I heard you yell..." Charmase was trotting along behind the duo, shyly. He was much smaller than them, and much more vulnerable-looking despite those black-clawed hands. |
"Alright~ No death tonight~!" Rowan nearly did a dance, looking like a total goober but that was okay; it was Rowan, after all. He turned when three new faces appeared, taking instant interest in the two he didn't know. "Hey there, fellas..." He grinned, sauntering over to hold Morty in one arm and Charmase in the other, tugging them close. "You two are pretty..."
Rolling his eyes, Shayne laughed softly. "That's how I met him, too... Ro, I don't think the taller one would go with you. I'm pretty sure Tonio's got his eye on him." Oh, well, at least Rowan was entertaining, right? Tugging Morty carefully to his own side, he gave Rowan a look. "Back off, Ro." Was his only warning, a glare sent in the direction of the other. "Oh, well. So much prime real-estate hanging around, it's a good thing I got four tongues in here." The smoker grinned, winking around before putting more focus on Charmase, "So, what's your name?" Because that was a good thing to know. |
Morty clung closely to Adalberto, immediately distasteful of the new addition. He wanted attention from his current interest and no one else right now.
Charmase didn't seem to understand what the advances were for. Oh, boy...this was probably going to be a bit of trouble. He giggled softly, then smiled. "I'm Charmase! Charma for short." Curry already seemed to sense Charmase's innocence, and he grinned, wildly amused. "This is going to be interesting," he muttered. "That kid is as oblivious as a rock..." |
And Adalberto clung back, simply wanting him to himself. He did think, though, that maybe they had found someone for Charmase, because he sure seemed smitten. For someone who reeked of weed. "Ro, where have you been this whole time?"
"I'm Rowan, Ro for short." He grinned, holding the small boy closer than was necessary. "Oh, dude, you'd never guess how great a zombie apocalypse is for my high score on Rainbow Unicorn Attack. There's nobody out there to challenge me anymore, it's fucking sweet! And like, you'd never guess that people would up and forget about weed, either. I mean, really! It's weed. Only the most wonderful thing to have ever been invented, other than alcohol and sex..." It was kind of obvious to see what he held dear. Shayne giggled a little, leaning down to speak in Curry's ear. "Rowan's about as smart as a rock... But if there's one thing he doesn't miss, it's an innuendo." It was kind of funny, he focused the little brain he had left on stupid things. But, that was the life of the Rowan. Even if Shayne didn't agree, he was fun as Hell to party with. |
Morty, in a motherly way, seemed concerned for Charmase's well-being. "I...don't know if...that's a good idea..." he murmured, 'that' being Charmase and Rowan so close to each other. Charmase seemed like an innocent, untainted sort of angel. He was worried that the older male might hurt him.
Charmase didn't seem to mind the closeness. He didn't care about being so close to people--he loved people. He didn't seem to understand what exactly Rowan was getting at, though...he was too innocent. Curry sighed. "...Well...I can see where this is going." He still seemed to be in a semi-sour mood. "I wonder if that poor thing understands what your friend is eyeing him up for." |
Adalberto, in a perceptive way, decided to peel himself from Morty a second to go and hang on Rowan, tugging him away a bit from Charmase. He smiled some, about to say something, when a rather loud noise akin to a yell of what sounded like a human could be heard. It sounded oddly pained and angry, and it turned him in the direction of it.
"Dude, is that my munchies calling?" Rowan perked some, "I just smoked like, fuck, at least fifty bucks worth of weed, and I'm starving." "I doubt it." Shayne had been saying, before pausing. "Okay, that doesn't sound right..." He looked towards the noise. "It sounds like another survivor's having issues..." Would they go running to his rescue? |
Curry paused, then shrugged. "Hey, tongue-boy. Why don't you go check that out real quick? Save the human if something's attacking him...maybe the human's hot..."
Morty sighed, then stood by Rowan's side. "I'm a Screamer...I can run pretty quickly. I'll go with you, if you want to take a look at what's going on..." Charmase seemed frightened, and he, for some reason, wanted to get away from the noise. Witches could be very perceptive when it came to sounds...he had a feeling he'd heard that sound before... |
"Ooh, hot human? I may be in on this one..." Rowan paused, then grinned, "Alright, hot stuff, let's go check it out, then. You coming, Berto?" At least Rowan had the grace to try and call him something actually pertaining to his name, right? Or, maybe he was just too lazy to think of something truly fitting.
"Fine, I'll go, too. We'll see what we can get our hands on, okay?" He was still pretty weaponless, but he followed the smoker along at a run none-the-less. "Those three had better come back. I think I'm mostly worried for Tonio..." Shayne mumbled, resting on Curry. "Do you think you'll be doing a lot of movement and stuff for the next...I dunno, ten minutes?" He questioned, looking down at the other. This would maybe work in their favor. |
Morty seemed concerned, based on Charmase's reaction. But, he was curious and wanted to check it out anyway...so he ran along with their Smoker companion.
"They'll be fine, I think," Curry grunted, shifting slightly where he stood. "We can sit down for a while, if you want. I'm getting up at the first sound of danger..." Charmase did not go with the other three. He stayed put, his legs shaking a bit. He had heard a sound in the distance that had just terrified him, for some reason. |
Rowan was the first on the scene, seeing a small, black-haired male from the back, sitting on the ground with his legs on either side of him.
He seemed alone, for now, panting and surrounded by dead zombies. His clothes were soaked by all sorts of things, from blood to the rain that had passed the night before, to his own tears. He seemed honestly terrified, crying in the middle of the clearing. His last reliable weapon had been taken by some Hunter, and he had nothing left to defend himself. What was worse was that he didn't know what to think of himself, now. While the Spitter was dead, it had gotten to his arm, which hadn't been covered at that point, but was now. Adalberto stopped where he stood, looking to Morty a second. "Should we go to him?" He whispered, hopefully out of earshot of the other male, so as not to startle him. "Okay...I was thinking I could work on your jaw some, if you want. I brought my sewing kit and a good, sturdy needle..." Shayne offered with a smile. "After all, you want to keep it, and it's starting to look pretty bad." He turned to look at Charmase a little, chewing his lip. "You okay?" |
Morty seemed to sense that something was off about the other male. "...Maybe you should approach him. He's not going to be happy about zombies approaching him...a human would be better..." He seemed ill. That was something Morty didn't like to see--if he had a bad flu or something, he could infect Shayne or Adalberto. Or even Charmase...
Witches, along with Hunters, were the least mutated of some of the more intelligent zombies. They could contract human illnesses. "H-huh?" Charmase blinked, glancing over at Shayne. "I'm okay...I...I heard a scary noise..." He glanced around, slowly, trying to figure out what had made that noise. Curry grinned, and then slowly sat down. It took some effort. "All right. Go ahead and work on it...kid," he said, referring to Charmase. "I hope you're not squeamish." |
Nodding some, Adalberto headed over to the boy. "Hey, are you alright?"
Startled blue eyes turned on him, staring up with tears clearly in them. He rose from his crumpled pile on the ground, barely bigger than Charmase in size, and looked the Spaniard over. Once he assessed no threat, he nearly ran to him and clung to him nice and close, sobbing into his chest. All the Spaniard could think was that he hoped Morty wouldn't be jealous of this. He rubbed the dark haired male's back and made calming noises, nuzzling his face gently and whispering soothing words. "Shh...we can help, okay? You'll...just have to be getting used to my companions. They're not like the others, okay? They're all...I guess you could say good." He turned and beckoned the other two over, Rowan being the first to show up. "Hey, lil dude, we ain't gonna hurtcha. I got some brownies at home that I can eat, okay?" He winked some, "Besides, you're cute. You'll do fine with us, I'm sure." The boy looked wary, but didn't move away. He just kept his fists tight in Adalberto's shirt, watching Rowan warily with teary eyes. Shayne slid off of Curry's neck down his arm, kissing him on the way down. "Can you lift me up so I can reach better?" He questioned, head tilting a little bit. He looked cute, kind of like a dog. "And sorry if you are squeamish..." He offered that much to Charmase. "He needs stitches." |
Morty felt jealousy, but he let it go--he knew the boy needed comfort. He had probably been attacked. Morty started making his way over, but then he stopped, pausing. He had excellent hearing, and he swore he heard shuffling on the roof.
"...Hey, there. I'm Morty." His voice seemed oddly distracted. "You know what? You were attacked by one of the hooded ones, weren't you?" He seemed very cautious. Charmase paled, then turned away. "Okay, I'm not watching. Just...keep an eye out, okay? I have a bad feeling about something..." "I'll watch..." Curry wrapped his arms around Shayne's waist and lifted him up slightly, so that he could reach. |
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