Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 2, 2007 15:50:52 GMT -5
"Pick your poison, Hoodie, I'll gladly burn up my credit here for a pack of smokes. An' last I heard, which was info at least three months ago, nothing had spread beyond the cades."
She takes a drag off her ciggy, lets the smoke curl from her lips and draws it up her nose. "Anyone ever try to run the 'cades? I haven't yet, but how hard can it be?"
Mel taps her ashes off into her hand, rubs them into the denim of her jeans. "You ever think ... maybe the deaders aren't the real enemy around here?"
She takes a drag off her ciggy, lets the smoke curl from her lips and draws it up her nose. "Anyone ever try to run the 'cades? I haven't yet, but how hard can it be?"
Mel taps her ashes off into her hand, rubs them into the denim of her jeans. "You ever think ... maybe the deaders aren't the real enemy around here?"
