[ a nod, and he starts to get up, but then suddenly he's frozen in place, trembling. too afraid to move. he doesn't want to turn and pose a threat to anyone, he doesn't want to die a monster, but then again he also doesn't want to die at all. sometimes it was the sheer and singular fear of dying altogether that kept him from falling prey to the undead all this time.
now the thought that he's supposed to be getting up and going outside to die is so bad that he can't even physically get himself to move. he just sits there and shakes like a frightened and very ill animal. ]
no subject
now the thought that he's supposed to be getting up and going outside to die is so bad that he can't even physically get himself to move. he just sits there and shakes like a frightened and very ill animal. ]