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Who: R and you~
Where: Outside around the grounds
When: 9/8
Rating: PG-13 (will edit if needed)
Summary: The zombie is exploring his surroundings properly, after his second event in Wonderland. Will match format. Please no headshots.
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When he had first found himself in this place, it had not been in the best of circumstances. Coming back to yourself surrounded by dead bodies is, as a zombie, not the most pleasant places to be. After that, making sure he kept away from the Living and didn't get shot in the head had taken priority while he took the time to process his new situation.

Someone kinder than he had come to expect had shown him how to use the phone he had, but most of the time it sat unused in the room he had set up a small, minimalist base in. It wasn't like him not to hoard things, but the suddenness of his situation and his concern with the constant, near-overpowering smell of Living people took far higher priority than snowglobes and 12" vinyls. For a while, he hadn't dared to venture out at all, but the second upheaval ('event'?) pushed him to realise that whether or not he wanted it, he was going to be drawn into being involved in this place.

It is that thought that has him in the gardens in the early morning, when the grass and flowers are still wet with dew. It's safer, he reasons, when people are less likely to be around and he doesn't have to battle against the Hunger that has only been growing more insistent with his loss of direction. He hasn't spoken to anyone in days now, and it's beginning to show.

His progress down the garden paths is deliberately slow, almost casual in its slowness but only to hide the occasional slide into shuffling. He's cleaner than he was, but a shower and a change of clothes do little to disguise what he really is if you get too close... or if you have former experience of zombies.

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Some people just didn't look right. Seth learned that before Wonderland, even long before his life revealed there was more than humans, animals, and bacteria on the planet. Some just weren't wired right, and others were messed up in the head.

And then he learned about the undead.

The ones in his world were vampire-like, but Wonderland has definitely cleared Seth up on what zombies were, how to kill them, and what to even look for. Thankfully it hasn't really shown him a singular figure not quite shuffling through the gardens.

That doesn't make him not quite off though.

So Seth paused, leaning against the outside wall of the hedge maze as if its the main wall of a garden, watching the other man.

"You doing okay, Buddy?"

Because he's betting the answer is not, not even close, and the idea he might have some kind of illness - fuck you memories of Kellis-Amberlee - really puts Seth on guard.

If he had come out here in the middle of the night, he doesn't doubt that he would have bumped into someone. At least in the daylight - pale and hazy as it is - he has the advantage of not just looking like some shambling figure in the dark. He feels himself cringe inwardly the moment he's questioned, and attempting to look casual just doesn't sit right on the shoulders of someone who doesn't quite have the posture for it.

"I'm fine," he says, inwardly pleased by how quickly and smoothly it comes out, though not so impressed with how rough his voice sounds. Rigor mortis setting in on the vocal cords will do that to a guy.

'Some kind of illness' really doesn't quite cut it.

"Yeah, you seem totally fine," he says, nodding, not looking at all convinced. Not even close. Doesn't sound like it either.

Just kind of starting at the other man, looking him overly slowly. A paranoid man by nature, Wonderland hasn't done a damn thing to help those fears and concerns.

"I don't think I've seen you here before. Wonderland just gotcha?" And he's wondering if anyone has ever been brought back with an event.

"Yeah." R nods, carefully, feeling himself inwardly squirming under the appraising look he's being given. If he has to explain what he is to one more person, he's going to... do nothing, actually. He'll keep explaining, because it's kind of nice to be given the opportunity to explain and to communicate, instead of just being shot in the head.

"Still.. finding my way.. around."

It hasn't been easy, either, with all the curveballs this place has been throwing at him. He needs a little more time than he's been given to get used to a situation like this one.

"It's not easy."

"Yeah it has it's charm," he says with a snort, rolling his eyes. "Be careful if you go into the maze,' he says, gesturing to the hedge behind him. "Some set off explosions in there," he admits. Not adding that he's one of them that has a habit of blowing up shit in there.

"Least right now it's normal, but give it a day or two and who knows where we'll be." Something about the last event though is niggling Seth's mind. The man locked up with the hotdog cart. "Your name isn't Sans or something like that, is it?"

Explosions, huh... He'll be sure to stay as far away from that as possible. For a guy who is already dead, he has a really keen interest in staying alive. He can't quite help but wince inwardly at the thought of another 'event' - he has barely been here a few weeks, and he's already had more than enough of being messed around with.

"Uh.. no," he replies with a quick, awkward smile. "Met him. The.. skeleton, right?"

... Still weird.

Says the zombie.

"Man, seriously?" Seth arches a brow, head canting slightly at that. "I only met him in..." Making a gesture, considering he hadn't know what even to call that world. "In an event with the politics and zombies," he says, since that should pretty much sum it up if someone had been there.

"He wasn't entirely a... seriously, a skeleton? Wonderland just gets more and more fun," he says, rolling his eyes. "He was sickly so, figured I'd take a stab at it," he adds, gesturing at R because, seriously man, you look pretty damn sickly in the general scheme of things.

"Oh." Yeah, he was there, but he doesn't really remember much of it. A bonus of not really needing to do anything to stay alive is that you don't.. need to do anything if you don't want to. 'Zombies and politics' feels like it sums it up well enough.

"Uh.. yeah. He's.. a skeleton."

His mind wraps around the word 'boney' and tosses it aside, because no boney had ever been as pleasant to speak to as Sans was. "But not me. Sorry."

"I've seen the headless duchess on video, so I'll try and not be shocked."

Even if he is, at least in his head where he's still trying to figure out how the fuck a skeleton does... well, anything. Not to mention thinking sometimes those videos were a scam anyway.

"Naw, don't be sorry. Just would have made some sense," he says, shrugging. "Whatever it is then, I think there's some medical types around here. I mean, if you need it. Not saying you do," he says, holding up his hands in surrender as if avoiding insulting another.

Yeah, he's totally kind of insulting another and knows it.

".. I'm fine."

Saying he's fine is far easier than saying he's dead, which is a kind of fine, along a narrow definition of the word 'fine'. There's very little to worry about when you're dead, apart from the general concerns of decomposition and being Really Dead.

"Really."

Ehem.

"But, um... thanks."

So many people seemed to be genuinely concerned about his health, it was hard not to feel a little gratified by it. Just a pity that there wasn't anything they could do.

Seth isn't sure how to take that, because in the end he is pretty damn sure that there's is nothing fine about this kid. Not in the least.

"Yeah sure, you're welcome. Because, you know, you really seem fine. Totally my definition of..." He pauses though, considering. He's thinking Sans and sick and all like that but what if the kid's just not all there. Maybe he got dropped on his head as a baby or something.

"You should still see one of the doctor types. This place can get crazy and fine like you are, it could get you killed."

"A doctor... can't help me," he said quietly, after a moment of thought as to whether or not that's really a wise thing to say. Anyone who is going to figure it out will do so eventually, without assistance from him.

On the one hand, that people are asking after his health is something of a pleasant change, but on the other, it means they're looking at him too closely, and that can only end in trouble for him.

"Not a good... idea."

"Oh so you are aware something is way off. Least there's that," he says, giving a nod. He was beginning to think maybe he didn't have a clue. scary to think about but always a possibility.

"Because you're... what? Not human?" It was a stab in a dark, but not a bad one to make. Not considering all things he's learned, both in his own world and here in Wonderland. "I mean, no insult because you know, two legs and two arms and a head and all, but yeah. Just curious."

Of course, not human in Wonderland could mean a lot of things. The only zombies he's dealt with were invisible and chickens, or swarmed en masse and got it so he had to shoot someone he cared about.

Damn it. The last time he has to deal with this will be the best time, but he's still getting over the novelty of actually having to confirm to people that he's a zombie. Living people can usually tell a mile off, and they usually shoot before anything like him gets too close (unless they're quiet, and careful, both of which hungry zombies have a hard time being).

"I'm.. human." He's keen to say that, because while he might not be exactly living, he is still human and considers himself a person.

"I'm..." Sigh. R gives a helpless little shrug and gives himself over to the inevitable as he continues in a low murmur. "I'm Dead. I'm... a zombie."

"Yeah, a lot of people say that. That they're human. Funny thing is, a lot of people aren't." At least the asshole Lords embraced not being human. Made it easier when they got all attitude and then dead.

And then that answer.

Seth stays quiet for a long time, shifting a little though his hand didn't go for the gun he kept on him. "Huh. You seem a lot less... fucking murderous than the last zombies I dealt with." Not sure if he's buying the kids story or not. "One they talked less."

The one thing he can say - and that he will stick to - is that he is definitely human. He might look a bit strange, and said strangeness isn't something that anyone is able to ignore without looking closer, but he is human. That part of him hasn't been lost yet.

"Most... talk less," he admits with an awkward shrug. On the one hand, it's odd to keep having to explain this. On the other, it's nice to be able to.

Swings and roundabouts.

"Huh. Interesting. So you're... special?" He's not sure how to word it, or even what to think about this. Maybe zombie means something else in his life? Which lead to the next question.

"And what about the murderous psychotic eat you nature? Your zombies less that too?"

"Uh..." 'Special' is a word for it, sure. 'Strange' or 'weird' would be better words. 'Unusual'.

He winces slightly at the description, though he can't deny that it's... accurate. "Not... really, no."

Seth shifts, trying not to look concerned by that but it's hard not to. One brow arches, leaving his hands loose at his side and resisting shifting his jacket out of the way.

"Okay, so not really. So still cannibalistic. Not helping your case, you know." And he'd really been kind of, okay not even open to that but not sure he believed it. "Points for honesty though."

Oh, don't look at me like that.

If anything, R looks just as uneasy as Seth does, and he doesn't have the benefit of having a weapon to draw to defend himself. That's probably just as well - he'd only shoot himself in the foot with it if he did.

"Um... thanks?" He's not sure if he should be thanking him for that. "I'm not really... t-trying to make a... a case."

"You should be." Which is about as honest as Seth can get in that moment. "I mean, around here? Zombies aren't a favored thing. Not that I think you were likely involved in any of those incidents." At least he figures not, since those zombies disappeared, and he's still here.

"So you might want to come up with a defense. Though not like killing you will do much good, you'll be right back." Which makes him frown. "Huh. Well that's interesting. Others have talked about dying or being dead when they arrived, and they're fine now. Not you though."

Which was interesting... and worrisome. At least in Seth's book.

"Uh."

It's happening again - the problem of following along with what someone is saying when they say more than he can keep up with at once. Most of this seems to be going along the same train of thought, which helps, but he still manages to look baffled for a few moments before his brain catches up.

People who have come here after dying or being dead are 'fine' now... and by 'fine' he assumes that Seth means 'alive'. R would refer to himself as 'fine' as well, but he's definitely not living.

"I..." he begins, then pauses as if thinking. "... don't r... remember dying. It's been a-a... while."

Seth waits, watching him and listening. Arching a brow as he speaks, much as it seems to take him to say it.

"Right. Okay." So not even close to okay. Nope. Not okay, Man. "And how long since your last dinner of human pate? That's what people are gonna care about."

'Wow, that's a blunt question. You can't just ask somebody how long it's been since they ate another person.'

R manages to look suitably taken aback at the question. In all honesty, he doesn't think that anyone is going to care when the last time he ate somebody was - all they're going to care about is that he ate somebody. He's eaten several somebodies, in fact. More than he could remember.

He shrugs.

It's not that he doesn't remember. He'd just prefer not to say.

"So, what you're saying is that you're either unsure or not going to try and even pretend that maybe you don't go around killing people?"

Seth shifted then, fighting the urge to draw his weapon right then and there. Unbuttoning his jacket button though, letting it fall loose but still covering his weapon.

"See, you might have had a chance to say that you were actually trying not to be a killer, and yet you shrugged. Yeah, that's not going to go well here. Zombies find this place popular apparently."

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