orangetoughguy | 21st

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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.

...He ain't deaf.

You guys are seriously fucking just taking off?

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

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.

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

Your call.

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

My apartment has a no-pet policy.

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

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?

You suck at goodbyes.

Does it sound like I'm not?

[Gun cocking.]

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

No. Not really.

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

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

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

What are you on about?

Yeah.

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

Yeah it's a little too late for that.

Fuckin' zombies out here.

...What?

Bark fucking bark to you too.

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

This.

Too bad.

Where the hell are you?

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