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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: His true self
Characters: Liv Moore, Blaine DeBeers
Prompt: monsters
Words: 300
Finished: February 2019
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As ever, Blaine looked as if nothing could bother him; his long legs stretched out, and he had a smug grin on his lips. And as ever, Liv suddenly felt the urge to strangle him. „How can you still enjoy yourself after all you have done,“ she asked. „You destroyed the lives of so many people; you killed innocent kids.“
Blaine sipped at his Whiskey. „I wouldn't call it killing. It is more like culling pigs; the weak and sick have to go to ensure the survival of the fittest. Without businessmen like me, everything would have gotten out of control long ago. And the zombies would rule the town.“
„Do you believe your own words?“
The blunt disdain in Liv's voice made him cringe inwardly. He stared at his now empty glass. Usually, he didn't care much what others thought about him. But with Liv, it had always been different. Maybe it was because she had been the first one he had turned into a zombie. Maybe it was because she was different from anyone he had ever met, as a zombie and man.
She had learned to live as a zombie without harming other people. He had never wasted a moment's thought on the lives he destroyed. It had been so easy; he only had to find a fitting brain by a ruthless, brutal monster. Only one bite of it and all the twinges of conscience he might have had did vanish into thin air.
He grabbed the Whiskey bottle to pour in another one and raised a toast to her. „Here's to you,“ he said, „and to life!“
Now, he was human again because of Liv, and it became more difficult to escape his nightmares. But this was something he would never admit.
Characters: Liv Moore, Blaine DeBeers
Prompt: monsters
Words: 300
Finished: February 2019
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As ever, Blaine looked as if nothing could bother him; his long legs stretched out, and he had a smug grin on his lips. And as ever, Liv suddenly felt the urge to strangle him. „How can you still enjoy yourself after all you have done,“ she asked. „You destroyed the lives of so many people; you killed innocent kids.“
Blaine sipped at his Whiskey. „I wouldn't call it killing. It is more like culling pigs; the weak and sick have to go to ensure the survival of the fittest. Without businessmen like me, everything would have gotten out of control long ago. And the zombies would rule the town.“
„Do you believe your own words?“
The blunt disdain in Liv's voice made him cringe inwardly. He stared at his now empty glass. Usually, he didn't care much what others thought about him. But with Liv, it had always been different. Maybe it was because she had been the first one he had turned into a zombie. Maybe it was because she was different from anyone he had ever met, as a zombie and man.
She had learned to live as a zombie without harming other people. He had never wasted a moment's thought on the lives he destroyed. It had been so easy; he only had to find a fitting brain by a ruthless, brutal monster. Only one bite of it and all the twinges of conscience he might have had did vanish into thin air.
He grabbed the Whiskey bottle to pour in another one and raised a toast to her. „Here's to you,“ he said, „and to life!“
Now, he was human again because of Liv, and it became more difficult to escape his nightmares. But this was something he would never admit.