[It hurts. It feels like something pushing around her bones like a stew, swirling them around to keep them from sticking to the bottom and burning -- but it was still hot. And...still comforting, even with the ache and the way it made her brain swimmy with gross imagery. Oh, soup. He's talking about soup. Was that before or after she was soup?
Ha. The zombie had thought she was soup. Maybe that's all it was. They all just wanted soup, spaghetti, steak, and salad. All the S's. Her eyelids flicker.]
Try t' r'member...
[Soup. Soup, soup, soup. Order afterlife soup for Teo. Chicken Soup for the Post-Apocalyptic Soul. It would hurt too much to laugh at her own joke, but it would hurt too much to cough, too. She settles for panting, which is more like a wheeze at times, and even that's painful.]
Don't wanna -- [Hurt. Forget. Be sick. Cry. Die. Leave. She doesn't want to.]
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Ha. The zombie had thought she was soup. Maybe that's all it was. They all just wanted soup, spaghetti, steak, and salad. All the S's. Her eyelids flicker.]
Try t' r'member...
[Soup. Soup, soup, soup. Order afterlife soup for Teo. Chicken Soup for the Post-Apocalyptic Soul. It would hurt too much to laugh at her own joke, but it would hurt too much to cough, too. She settles for panting, which is more like a wheeze at times, and even that's painful.]
Don't wanna -- [Hurt. Forget. Be sick. Cry. Die. Leave. She doesn't want to.]