I love how this place is either horrifyingly quiet and boring, or insanely loud with freaking out over another god-awful tragedy. No in-between.
You look lost, I’ll point you to the right direction which is my bed. Though I need to clean this paint off me first.
Wait a second.
Are you actually serious?
Is Carter the serial killer?
You have no idea what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into, asshole. Watch out.
Surprise!! I died!!
Well, finally. Following your zombie-dreams, I see?
That’s what I’m trying to figure out
Must not’ve been someone too important. Otherwise I would’ve heard about it.
It sort of is.