( We're already the walking dead. )

( CUT FOR GRATUITOUS PROFANITY )

[An uncharacteristically cheerful Revy can be found happily driving back from Jonathon's Tools, having just purchased several gallons of gasoline and two coils of rope "for her husband". The dirty looks she received from the local drones were met with a chipper smile, as though the gunslinger didn't have a care in the world ( Read more... )

[There is deep, heavy breathing, as if the person on the phone is in the middle of some kind of meditation. After a moment, she speaks.]

Okay.

I dunno who you are. I dunno where I am. I dunno how you got me here, or why, or who the smiling alpha bitch in these pictures is, because it sure as hell ain't me.

What I do know is that I'm hungover, ( Read more... )