[The hunt goes much the same. He takes a shot, they rush for the creature, she gets to eat and it's not enough because it's never enough. Only, this time, there isn't anything for him at all. It feels like agony, just as it does for her, he's sure, but his lesser mind insists that he's missed out despite knowing it will do nothing for him.
He wants to scream. He doesn't, of course, but he's starting to see the problem with this. She's not capable of sharing-- the frenzy takes over even him, even now. She's also not conscious enough to be left alone. The hunger doesn't go. But his grip on consciousness and sanity can.
He's got time. He can go a good week, probably more. He might even be able to go a month or two. The dead that wandered about certainly weren't finding food every day. He could push it, probably.
But, eventually, he needs to eat. He needs something and it's got to be for him and he can't be competing with her for it. He can't take care of her if he can't take care of himself.
All this stretches out. While he's sure she'd like him to keep on hunting, he's got to make a plan for something else. He's got to find her shelter.
The good thing about being dead is that they don't have to be quite so picky. Ground floors are just fine, if one can find something that wasn't destroyed in the chaos and later looting. A nice building. A nice bed. He guides her to it.]
I know you... don't feel like it... but... I need you to... sleep... Feels nice... helps us too... Be more sane... More human... What do you say...?
Just a lil timeskippy if that's OK
He wants to scream. He doesn't, of course, but he's starting to see the problem with this. She's not capable of sharing-- the frenzy takes over even him, even now. She's also not conscious enough to be left alone. The hunger doesn't go. But his grip on consciousness and sanity can.
He's got time. He can go a good week, probably more. He might even be able to go a month or two. The dead that wandered about certainly weren't finding food every day. He could push it, probably.
But, eventually, he needs to eat. He needs something and it's got to be for him and he can't be competing with her for it. He can't take care of her if he can't take care of himself.
All this stretches out. While he's sure she'd like him to keep on hunting, he's got to make a plan for something else. He's got to find her shelter.
The good thing about being dead is that they don't have to be quite so picky. Ground floors are just fine, if one can find something that wasn't destroyed in the chaos and later looting. A nice building. A nice bed. He guides her to it.]
I know you... don't feel like it... but... I need you to... sleep... Feels nice... helps us too... Be more sane... More human... What do you say...?