12-10-2014, 09:33 AM
He finished his meager meal, and for a few minutes he just sat there staring at the empty can in his hand. A thoughtful look on his face, he wasn't really looking at that spam can. Jesse was thinking, or rather, wondering. Hoping even. His thoughts were on his father, was the man still alive? Was he dead? A zombie? Jesse grit his teeth and without much thought, threw that can at one of the zombies. It was an angry throw, and it hit the monstrosity right in the forehead.
The zombie jerked around this way and that, swinging it's arms wildy, as if trying to figure out what had just happened to it. Or maybe it was looking for the tasty person that had thrown the can at it. Jesse didn't care, he doubted there was much thought process in those zombie brains. He was still angry, but he had nothing else to throw at the zombies beneath him and soon it would be too dark to accurately aim anyway. He hated this. Having time to actually sit and think about things, he always thought of his father. Wondering if the man was alive or not.
The idea that his father might have actually turned into a zombie always pissed him off, and that thought was always there. At the forefront of everything else whenever he had time to actually sit with a clear head. Jesse shook his head hard, and sighed. Now he was lamenting the fact that he had thrown his spam can. He might've been able to use that as a distraction of sorts when he was ready to leave this place.
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