And I have spent the better half of my morning preparing disgusting wounds. I am covered in liquid latex, stink like a rotting fish, and both my legs are asleep.
And nobody has shown up at my door in need of my services.
Well, shit.
What am I gonna do now?
I work best whilst under pressure, and currently, there is no pressure, and no work, really.
I must say, this is an unfortunate circumstance.
Even Dave doesn't want to go. So it's just me.
Goddamn.
I guess I will be a lone zombie today.
It's just me and the persistent desire for brains.
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