[ So, no. He's not really listening as he closes the door to their apartment behind him carefully. Just like he would close the jet when he left. After all, it is home. How bad could it be?
The answer is pretty fucking bad. ]
I'll be okay.
[ Like a little weather can kill the dead? Maybe not kill but even as Julie yells at him on the phone he opens the door to the outside, immediately losing his grip as the wind rips the handle out of his hand. Okay, maybe not great he can do this. He can get to her.
Too bad the storm has other plans. The wind grows louder and then she might hear the sound of something about the size of a grown ass zombie getting knocked off his feet.
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[ So, no. He's not really listening as he closes the door to their apartment behind him carefully. Just like he would close the jet when he left. After all, it is home. How bad could it be?
The answer is pretty fucking bad. ]
I'll be okay.
[ Like a little weather can kill the dead? Maybe not kill but even as Julie yells at him on the phone he opens the door to the outside, immediately losing his grip as the wind rips the handle out of his hand. Okay, maybe not great he can do this. He can get to her.
Too bad the storm has other plans. The wind grows louder and then she might hear the sound of something about the size of a grown ass zombie getting knocked off his feet.
Oops? ]