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major_west[Late at night, most people are in bed, but not the Major. He's been running on insomnia since Venice! If anybody were to check up on what the good Major's been writing, all they'd find is a bunch of scribbles. Of course, there are some words underneath them, for those who are in the mood to squint really hard and decipher them]
I don't want to dream anymore. I just see their faces. nononono not the boys the others. The sick diseased infected people I've killed I can't even tell if they're really human or not anymore. How can I remember their faces? they shouldn't have faces
animals. that's what they were. ANIMALS wearing the faces of our family our neighbours our friends enemies children lovers survivors didn't need to be infected to become animals too. should have shot him myself. why didn't I? Shoot the women too.
People kill people. ALWAYS The infection didn't change it, just made it go faster.
wish they'd never come. We could have survived, all of us. Even...
I did it I killed him-- no no i just ordered it done-- and he wasn't even infected.
oh god
We were mates once, before it all went to shit but in the end I hated you so much. you were going to ruin everything. You and them.
we needed morale.
can't sleep don't want to close my eyes and see them
in the end you were right. they were watching the simpsons out there.
I hate you.
Edit:
Right. So, poker game. Let's start one. Better than a band, anyway.
[OOC: Basically, to bide the time while his coherency's going all mushy from lack of sleep, the Major's just going to keep writing a bunch of crap similar to the above, then cross it out and start a new line. The man seriously needs a hobby.]
animals. that's what they were. ANIMALS wearing the faces of our family our neighbours our friends enemies children lovers survivors didn't need to be infected to become animals too. should have shot him myself. why didn't I? Shoot the women too.
People kill people. ALWAYS The infection didn't change it, just made it go faster.
wish they'd never come. We could have survived, all of us. Even...
I did it I killed him-- no no i just ordered it done-- and he wasn't even infected.
oh god
We were mates once, before it all went to shit but in the end I hated you so much. you were going to ruin everything. You and them.
we needed morale.
can't sleep don't want to close my eyes and see them
in the end you were right. they were watching the simpsons out there.
I hate you.
Edit:
Right. So, poker game. Let's start one. Better than a band, anyway.
[OOC: Basically, to bide the time while his coherency's going all mushy from lack of sleep, the Major's just going to keep writing a bunch of crap similar to the above, then cross it out and start a new line. The man seriously needs a hobby.]
