001 // got a tank on my ass (voice)

[coveralls]

All right. This is just a little weird, even for, ya know, the whole zombie 'pocalypse an' all. I've seen a bunch of shit, honest to God, but nuthin' like this. I mean, this is like a walkie talkie, 'cept with pictures an' writin'.  [there's a moments pause as he scrutinizes the little camera, his bruised face a little too close to the journal for

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[inabook]

[voice]

[coveralls]

Whirlybird is just a fancy way of sayin' helicopter, Ma'am. [all right, so it's not fancy, but he likes it. :|]

And, me? Sick? Nah. [it's almost as if he's amused by the idea. he's invincible] If I was, I wouldn't be talkin' to you.

[inabook]

[voice]

[coveralls]

Ain't it? The Green Flu ain't somethin' you wanna catch, 'cause once you got it, you're a goner. [there's a brief pause, and he licks his lips.]

Hey, ma'am. Uh. I got a question for you. If you don't mind me askin' an' all.

[Voice]

[yellowthirteen]

[Zombie apocalypse? CEDA? Hunters? Tanks? Zombies? What?

Okay, it's not like he hadn't seen zombies himself during the summon swarm, but still. Still, he was talking about the military... he was part of one, even though it definitely wasn't the same one this guy was looking for.]

No, son, you're not on any military base.

[Voice]

[coveralls]

I figured as much. [he purses his lips] If I ain't on any military base, where am I?

[in dream world. that must be it. he's dreaming.]

[Voice]

[yellowthirteen]

That's kind of a long story. This place is called Luceti. You won't have to worry about... zombies.... here, at least.

How's your taste for things that are kind of... weird?

[He hopes high enough.]

[Voice]

[coveralls]

I've been dealin' with the zombie apocalypse, it don't really get much weirder than that.

[and lets add his belief in all things supernatural to the list.]

[Voice]

[cowboykinneas]

[Out of all that, one thing sure stood out.] Back humpers...?

[Voice]

[coveralls]

You ain't never seen a Jockey before? [there's a quiet laugh] Man, oh man, you are lucky! They these little ugly things, real long arms with deformed bodies, that jump up on your back and ride you like a horse into danger, tryin' to get you killed. It's humiliatin'.

[Voice]

[cowboykinneas]

[Sounds creepyish.] That sounds pretty bad. You can't get rid of them once they jump on you?

[Voice]

[coveralls]

Nope. If you're alone, you're screwed, but that's why you don't travel alone. A friend bashes that sucker in the head, it stops holdin' on.

[Voice]

[not_meatbuns]

[Okay, all the zombie ranting and military stuff aside, Litchi was pinged by "infection" and the bruises on his face. Wherever he came from, something must have happened to him. Here, Ellis, have a concerned tone.]

Are you alright...?

[Voice]

[coveralls]

[he'll scrutinize the picture shown to him in the journal, and then nod his head]

Yes, ma'am. I am A-OK, or will be when the pain in my back goes away. [why aren't there any pills in this house?] Nothin' for you to worry 'bout.

[Voice]

[not_meatbuns]

[Peelz here!] Well, we can certainly help with the pain in your back. Are you near the village? If you come by the clinic, I can get you something to help with that.

[Voice]

[coveralls]

Village? [he picks up the journal, sound rustling for a moment, as he heads towards the window] I guess I'm in the village. Man, this is just weird.

Where's this clinic supposed to be?

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...What are you on about?

[coveralls]

I'm just talkin', tryin' to get some answers. [and going off on one tangent after another]

[cuttingedges]

Have you gotten any?

[coveralls]

Sort of. Not that I really believe any of it, but--I dunno.