Gabriel shuffled (as always) into the building, keeping close to the shadows. This was ridiculous; the zombunny shouldn't be afraid of anything! By rights, he should be comfortable amongst similar creatures... But the drooling, burning, snarling cacophony (and the bloodstains around the cages) gave him the shivers. The blank-faced creatures were the worst, though... There was nothing as horrible as having something look
through you, as if you weren't even there...
Gabriel shivered, and shuffled closer (but not too close) to the scientist in the bloodstained coat. He hated - absolutely
loathed the fact that he had been forced to come, in order to buy his own- well; it wasn't like they could do it the normal way, was it? He was a zombie... bits might fall off. And that was
certainly not worth the risk...
He frowned; it wasn't as though he wanted to have kits anyway. He couldn't imagine himself a father... it seemed impossible. Even though his heart had long since stopped beating, it was as warm as ever, and now it twinged with regret... Truthfully, he had always longed to have his own when he was alive... but how do you explain to a child that daddy can't pick him up because his arm might drop off? Or that he smelled like a rotting corpse because, well... he was one. It went against everything he thought, but she had been insistent... not his prospective partner; that was still being discussed.
Her, the one who had taken him in, and bathed his wounds, and stitched them up when they didn't heal... He supposed he owed her, but this... He wouldn't forgive her for this.
He sighed again, and resigned himself to his fate. Staring at the scientist determinedly, he opened his mouth to speak - and steeled his voice before it could wobble: "Hello, I have a request for
one BBV1, and one BBV2 - paid for using
a paypal payment. I have the
proof of payment here." He held up the documents for the scientist to inspect, and hoped that everything was in order... He would prefer to not need to return any time soon...
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