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It's real short notice, I get that, but I mean it. It was nice knowing you guys.

I'm going home.

[ooc: Backdated to early early morning. Responses come after First Contact with the Z 8)]

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Son of a bitch.

Hey, Orange! Orange! You hear me?

What.

You guys are seriously fucking just taking off?

Because you wouldn't?

I never said I wouldn't.

You could at least have the decency to give me a lift.

What's the magic word.

The cat's staying in the City.

Your call.

My apartment has a no-pet policy.

[He doesn't have an apartment, he lives in various motels, but he's not saying that]

...He ain't deaf.

For fuck's sake, what, the kid can't reply to his own shit now?

Sure he can. What, don't wanna talk to me?

You ever notice you're like a fucking guard dog, White? Yap yap yap.

Bark fucking bark to you too.

You call this home?

STAY THE FUCK INSIDE.

Or maybe you don't.

It's home it's home it's just a different home!

I never found home that great either.

It's not the LA I know man there's motherfuckin'--fuckin' plague shit goin' on!

Are you out in it?

Does it sound like I'm not?

[Gun cocking.]

No. Not really.

All the animals are fucked up too so watch your horse or whatever you've got with you.

Yeah.

You might want to leave that bird of yours somewhere too.

Yeah it's a little too late for that.

Too bad.

You suck at goodbyes.

I'm still here! Whatever you do don't come out!

Not even for a hug goodbye? Damn. It's really like that, huh?

No no it' not just trust me on this one.

What are you on about?

Fuckin' zombies out here.

...What?

[Brief switch to video where off in the distance it looks like some mob of zombies is wrecking a no longer flashy Hummer.]

This.

Where the hell are you?

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