Zombie Apocalypse

Rachel frowns. "Can you speak?"

Missy: *pulls on Rachel's arm*

Scout: *peddles off in the distance*

You ponder this for a moment. A small spark working it's way in your dead brain.
You shake your head for no. You point one of your flesh scraping appendages at your throat.

Missy: *looks nervous and pulls on her arm again*

Rachel begins to feel nervous. "Drake, stop the truck."

You feel upset at those words. They seem to tell you that these new meats dislike you. You think that they aren't as nice as old, orange smelling meat.

((Orange smelling meat? Lol))

(( the person smelled of oranges. ))

Missy: *whispers* I think something is wrong with him... He doesn't seem right...

Drake: ok... Is something wrong? *starts to slow the tuck*

You point to the shiny thing that the small meat has.

Missy: what about my knife?

Knife? You believe that she has just told you the term for the shiny. You give a small movement on your mouth that freezes in place for a moment which orange smelling meat called a smile.

Missy: *looks confused* do you like the knife?

You stop doing the "smile" and switch to the opposite activity of frowning. You shake your head for no once more.

Missy: well I'm not putting it away... *presses up against Rachel looking nervous*

You stop doing the meat's activity of showing emotion and looks to Drake.

Rachel stares at him. "I think something's wrong with him but I don't know what."

Drake: *stops the truck...* ok what seems to be wrong *unbuckles his seat belt*

You do the meat thing of shrugging when you do not have an answer.

"Well he can't talk and he seems to be... um... stupid." Rachel opens the back of the truck and gets out, helping Missy down.

Drake: hm... *gets unbuckled and gets up* let me see what I can do... I might have some medicine that could help... The man said he has been sick...

Missy: *gets out but keeps an eye on him as they do...*

((Liam? Chloe?))

You watch the new meat talk to taller than small meat. Your mouth starts to salivate, though not very much. You decide to look away so that it is not as apparent that you plan to eat the new meat at a later point in time.

Rachel looks back at him. "Do you trust him?"