Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Aug 31, 2007 12:25:06 GMT -5
Tovarisch coughed and hacked as he stood up from the cage, surrounded by mysterious limbs that seemed to have dropped off their original owner. His upper right leg cramped up, and he looked down through his pants to see a series of bruises, seemingly from injections. His pack had holes through which needles had poked through, and from these clues he could come to only one conclusion.
"I fucked up..."
He yawned, squeezing his way through two bent bars of the cage, and stopped abruptly at the sight of his brother, a gun in one hand and a syringe in the other.
"Ivan!" Tovarisch exclaimed. "Good to see yo-"
"YOU STUPID PRICK!" Ivan shouted, throwing the gun at Tovarisch.
The butt of the gun slammed Tovarisch's forehead, sending him stumbling back.
"Ow! What was that for!?" Tovarisch shouted, rubbing the bruise.
"Five months of treatment and I let you out of the hospital for a week to visit your friends, and you go turning yourself in to a super zombie! You had twelve various limbs for Lenin's sake! Its a miracle you're back the way you are. Do you have any idea how many tests I'm going to have to run on you to make sure there are no permanent side effects!? All the trouble you put me through..."
As Ivan rambled on, Tovarisch crawled behind the bar and down in to the cellar, fumbling through piles of old newspaper until he found his emergency stash of home-brewed mead that he had hidden away the first day he came to the Elbow Room.
"I'm going to need this..."
"I fucked up..."
He yawned, squeezing his way through two bent bars of the cage, and stopped abruptly at the sight of his brother, a gun in one hand and a syringe in the other.
"Ivan!" Tovarisch exclaimed. "Good to see yo-"
"YOU STUPID PRICK!" Ivan shouted, throwing the gun at Tovarisch.
The butt of the gun slammed Tovarisch's forehead, sending him stumbling back.
"Ow! What was that for!?" Tovarisch shouted, rubbing the bruise.
"Five months of treatment and I let you out of the hospital for a week to visit your friends, and you go turning yourself in to a super zombie! You had twelve various limbs for Lenin's sake! Its a miracle you're back the way you are. Do you have any idea how many tests I'm going to have to run on you to make sure there are no permanent side effects!? All the trouble you put me through..."
As Ivan rambled on, Tovarisch crawled behind the bar and down in to the cellar, fumbling through piles of old newspaper until he found his emergency stash of home-brewed mead that he had hidden away the first day he came to the Elbow Room.
"I'm going to need this..."