Anyone wanna play cards against humanity/pretend you're xyzzy?
I'm bored and I didn't get to play it last time
fine we can arrange a time
in the future
just comment when you're available
Insomniac - Chapter 3“Curtis!” he hissed, giving a small kick to his companion’s side as he sprung to his feet, “there’s a zombie over there!” Curtis blinked wearily before he realised what Melvin had said and struggled to his feet as well.Insomniac - Chapter 3 by KatTheWriter
“Oh no…” he breathed, slinging his machete up from off the floor. The two men slowly crept up behind the man, and Curtis raised the weapon to strike. A firm hand grabbed his wrist and cut short the attack. The arm belonged to the zombie, which stared straight into Curtis’s eyes, unblinking, and let out a low growl as he forcibly lowered the machete.
“What do you think you are doing!?” the brightly-clothed woman shouted at them, placing an arm around the zombie. “Xander is a part of the group! Don’t you dare hurt him or aku akan menusuk parang yang tepat di bagian-bagian pribadi Anda begitu keras bahwa Anda akan mati, menjadi zombie, dan kemudian mati lagi!”
The zombie gave what se
Insomniac - Chapter 2Curtis was the first to make a noise, unsteadily standing up and pulling the bandana from over his mouth. He placed his machete on the floor and gestured his hands in front of him in a submissive motion as he spoke.Insomniac - Chapter 2 by KatTheWriter
“Look. We don’t mean any trouble. We were just sheltering from the zombies – we saw this place, and took the opportunity to take refuge here. We’ll leave as soon as we can.”
“And how long will that be?” A blonde with a southern twang spoke from the back, pointing a sharp stick towards them.
Melvin glanced behind him to the groaning horde and nervously licked his dry lips before giving a quick look to his partner. Curtis caught Melvin’s eye and clenched his fists a bit tighter.
“Not anytime in the immediate future, but we won’t be a burden. If you throw us out, we’ll only add to the mass of flesh-eating undead wanting to kill you, and that wouldn’t be ideal.” His voice had a hint of sarcasm that ma