[ Instinct says: rush that bitch. Slam his head into the wall like a piñata until it pops. But sometimes—case in fucking point—instinct is wrong. Sometimes, evolution comes and kicks the universe and good goddamn sense in the face. Sometimes, the dead rise up hungry and rotting.
Sometimes, a stranger doesn’t die when he ought to. But he hurts, Carver notes, with a vicious sort of satisfaction. Would this man rise back up if Carver cut his head off? Maybe they ought to find out.
Hold, Shaw’s voice murmurs. Hold, Carve. Assess your situation. Don’t get stupid. You have a job to do.
And the job is the most important thing he’s ever done.
So, he holds. He lifts his chin and stares at this motherfucker’s back. Waiting. ]
What the fuck are you?
[ Two possibilities: either this guy is something new like the hungry dead were new once, or Carver’s finally lost his mind. The latter is unacceptable, weak: the latter cannot be bodied. ]
clearly the beginning of a beautiful friendship!
Sometimes, a stranger doesn’t die when he ought to. But he hurts, Carver notes, with a vicious sort of satisfaction. Would this man rise back up if Carver cut his head off? Maybe they ought to find out.
Hold, Shaw’s voice murmurs. Hold, Carve. Assess your situation. Don’t get stupid. You have a job to do.
And the job is the most important thing he’s ever done.
So, he holds. He lifts his chin and stares at this motherfucker’s back. Waiting. ]
What the fuck are you?
[ Two possibilities: either this guy is something new like the hungry dead were new once, or Carver’s finally lost his mind. The latter is unacceptable, weak: the latter cannot be bodied. ]