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Feb. 23rd, 2004 08:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morganknightHoo boy. Where do I begin?
Last week started off nice. My nightmares have stopped. I don't pretend to understand why, but all I can guess is that Kymeera proved his point and had his fun and got tired of the game. Not that I slept well, the rest of the week, but...
Well, Monday's date with Cadence went so well, I couldn't believe it. We talked -- playful and serious, light and darker, left and right and here and there. Oh, I really like that girl. And I like how this is feeling. I'm not crushing in the slightest, but interested? Oh yes I am. This could really turn out nice, if it turns out. At least, that's what I was thinking all Tuesday.
All of a sudden, we're driving Cat, Seamus, and Rose home -- this is Tuesday night -- when Stephen plows into a guy. Not just any guy -- a zombie guy. No sooner do we discover this then we're surrounded by zombies! Hordes of them, and one big ugly guy that Seamus says is a mutant. It takes out B.S. in one shot -- a hook through the engine, and I can see Stephen's brain frying from his familiar getting trashed. I plow through a weak spot in the horde, wrecking the Infinity in the process, and... we flee into a house.
The sweet old woman lasts about thirty seconds before the zombies leap in the back door. She's toast, and we're frantically barricading. There's maggot-infested rats in the attic, zombies surrounding us...
I don't want to think about.
We lasted a day in there, and then the attacks got even more brutal. Seamus, Cat, Rose, and I all end up bitten -- let's not go into details how. We decide to escape. How? We decide on a gravity shield on the door. But people are arguing. Rose won't go, she's bitten. Seamus won't go, he's staying with Rose. Argue, argue -- and all the while Seamus and Cat are getting sicker, and Rose is getting closer to displaying symptoms. I try to push them into action by going out to break through the zombie hordes, but they keep arguing and arguing. Rose shoves Seamus down the stairs and bolts. I try to go get her, but no luck -- she's clearly in the hands of the virus. We cold-cock Seamus and fly away - but he wakes up. He knows Rose is pregnant. So... yeah. We take him back. I'm not proud of that fact.
We ran into Don and Sydney not far away. Joe showed up to transport us back to the Academy while Don and Sydney went for Rose and Seamus. I.. don't remember much after that. The virus was beginning to take hold. I remember fighting it as long as I could...
Then I woke up, hurting, and being pinned to the ground by a turtle. And I had the impression of his wedding ring in my face. Go figure. And then... I slept.
The next few days are kind of a blur. I was in bad shape from Paradox and recovery, so I took time out to put myself back together, get up to speed, and so forth. And then I was headed out last night when Rose turns up on my doorstep.
Seems the poor girl got seen while freeing slaves -- now she's wanted, and deathly afraid of being taken back to slavery. She's right when she says Seamus will fight to the death to keep her from going, or being taken himself. I honestly don't agree with her means of getting him to not follow -- telling him she doesn't love him!! -- but I know why she's doing this. Unfortunately, I'm making a terrible mess of all of this. I was a damn fool to think Rose sees me as a friend! No, the only reason she didn't go to Stephen was because Cat would find out, and Cat couldn't keep that secret. Of course, Stephen's already found out, and done far better at making Rose feel better than I ever could. Fucking idiot, Morgan.
So now she's squirreled away in my bedroom, after she tried to run away. Sigh. I don't know what to DO, although I guess all I CAN do is try to talk to her. Try to bring her out of herself. I don't know. Oh yeah, Stephen thinks I'm scum -- I forget the exact words, pompous arrogant heroic jackass or something like that. It's easy for Mr. Can Do No Wrong to talk. Let's see how he feels when everything he tries fails and everyone hates his guts, and we'll see if he still thinks I'm so awful.
God. Why am I so god damn inept at everything?
Last week started off nice. My nightmares have stopped. I don't pretend to understand why, but all I can guess is that Kymeera proved his point and had his fun and got tired of the game. Not that I slept well, the rest of the week, but...
Well, Monday's date with Cadence went so well, I couldn't believe it. We talked -- playful and serious, light and darker, left and right and here and there. Oh, I really like that girl. And I like how this is feeling. I'm not crushing in the slightest, but interested? Oh yes I am. This could really turn out nice, if it turns out. At least, that's what I was thinking all Tuesday.
All of a sudden, we're driving Cat, Seamus, and Rose home -- this is Tuesday night -- when Stephen plows into a guy. Not just any guy -- a zombie guy. No sooner do we discover this then we're surrounded by zombies! Hordes of them, and one big ugly guy that Seamus says is a mutant. It takes out B.S. in one shot -- a hook through the engine, and I can see Stephen's brain frying from his familiar getting trashed. I plow through a weak spot in the horde, wrecking the Infinity in the process, and... we flee into a house.
The sweet old woman lasts about thirty seconds before the zombies leap in the back door. She's toast, and we're frantically barricading. There's maggot-infested rats in the attic, zombies surrounding us...
I don't want to think about.
We lasted a day in there, and then the attacks got even more brutal. Seamus, Cat, Rose, and I all end up bitten -- let's not go into details how. We decide to escape. How? We decide on a gravity shield on the door. But people are arguing. Rose won't go, she's bitten. Seamus won't go, he's staying with Rose. Argue, argue -- and all the while Seamus and Cat are getting sicker, and Rose is getting closer to displaying symptoms. I try to push them into action by going out to break through the zombie hordes, but they keep arguing and arguing. Rose shoves Seamus down the stairs and bolts. I try to go get her, but no luck -- she's clearly in the hands of the virus. We cold-cock Seamus and fly away - but he wakes up. He knows Rose is pregnant. So... yeah. We take him back. I'm not proud of that fact.
We ran into Don and Sydney not far away. Joe showed up to transport us back to the Academy while Don and Sydney went for Rose and Seamus. I.. don't remember much after that. The virus was beginning to take hold. I remember fighting it as long as I could...
Then I woke up, hurting, and being pinned to the ground by a turtle. And I had the impression of his wedding ring in my face. Go figure. And then... I slept.
The next few days are kind of a blur. I was in bad shape from Paradox and recovery, so I took time out to put myself back together, get up to speed, and so forth. And then I was headed out last night when Rose turns up on my doorstep.
Seems the poor girl got seen while freeing slaves -- now she's wanted, and deathly afraid of being taken back to slavery. She's right when she says Seamus will fight to the death to keep her from going, or being taken himself. I honestly don't agree with her means of getting him to not follow -- telling him she doesn't love him!! -- but I know why she's doing this. Unfortunately, I'm making a terrible mess of all of this. I was a damn fool to think Rose sees me as a friend! No, the only reason she didn't go to Stephen was because Cat would find out, and Cat couldn't keep that secret. Of course, Stephen's already found out, and done far better at making Rose feel better than I ever could. Fucking idiot, Morgan.
So now she's squirreled away in my bedroom, after she tried to run away. Sigh. I don't know what to DO, although I guess all I CAN do is try to talk to her. Try to bring her out of herself. I don't know. Oh yeah, Stephen thinks I'm scum -- I forget the exact words, pompous arrogant heroic jackass or something like that. It's easy for Mr. Can Do No Wrong to talk. Let's see how he feels when everything he tries fails and everyone hates his guts, and we'll see if he still thinks I'm so awful.
God. Why am I so god damn inept at everything?
