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10/14, late evening

[personal profile] orator 2024-10-15 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
We were on Route 406, south of Whitney Junction. Slow-going, because of abandoned cars on the road and the size of our RV. There were some zombies ahead. Some of us stepped out to take care of it. And then... I don't know what happened next, exactly. A nasty fight. Someone got tossed at a car, drove their elbow into the horn. Noise. And then it showed up. A massive bear, stinking of rot. It would've rammed our RV into a ditch if Carnelian hadn't jumped out and started shouting.

[...] He feared needles more than he feared the undead. He kept promising that the next place we stopped, he'd finally get the vaccine.
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10/14, late evening

[personal profile] orator 2024-10-15 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
That's depressing. He was excited about selling out?

[...] You were incredibly important to him. If it wasn't for you, we You were the only thing on his mind, at the end.
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10/14, late evening

[personal profile] orator 2024-10-15 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
That is such bull The "real deal" wouldn't I was paying [...] He still had us performing after the end of the world. You can't be more committed than that.

It was. I took care of it.