SadieKane23

Wheatley was new to the job, nobody had told him that a mute came in everyday with a note stating what she wanted. Nobody had told him that the mute had a bad past and sometimes walked in crying about one of those times in the past. Nobody had told him anything. He hadn't even got a proper home yet. He had only just learnt the concept of being able to move on his own, and to now have a job selling coffee? Oh, this was a challenge. However, it was one he was willing to face. The only thing he knew was how to work the machines in front and behind him, and that he had to sell coffee and other things during his shifts at work. However, no amoun

No...no, no, no, no! Emilie forced herself to stop persuing the survivors, the group had been split in half, and she resisted the urge to try and pick one off, jumping to the top of a high building and leaning her head back against it, panting. "Damn it..." she growled. "I'm not a monster, I don't eat people...I don't eat people..." she told herself.  It'd been a month since she'd turned, and she'd gotten conciderabley skinnier. Her ribs and spine were easy to see and feel, when she didn't wear her hoodie, which is rare. She had plenty of blood splattered on her dailey, even some smeared around her mouth, but she never actually ate

After the Fade Dinner was quiet around the campfire; everyone seemed to be absorbed in their own thoughts. Kit nodded at Wynne. "Thank you, Wynne; that was delicious." The elderly mage chuckled. "It was just stew, dear. And you provided the rabbits, so you're just as worthy of compliments as I am." "Ah, but the preparation is the thing, is it not?" Morrigan interjected. "Rabbits are most plentiful and so often our staple fare, but if I had to down Alistair's 'cooking' one more time..." she paused, obviously waiting for Alistair to retort in one of their constant word duels. Kit glanced at the warrior. He seemed oblivious to Morrigan's jab