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[shambler]

Who|| R and [Semi-Open] – PM me if you want to bump into him so I can write a prompt.
What|| R wakes up to realize he’s a zombie all over again and the Cure, in fact, wasn’t a cure after all. He’ll be in a funk. Mostly he’ll be blocking traffic (cue finding him in the District 4 shower, creepy-staring, or else where). Basically R needs cheering up, pep-talks, even the awkward ones telling him he’s better off as a zombie.
Where|| Around the Tribute Tower and Training Center. Also District 4’s suite.
When|| After reviving in the Capitol from Howard mercy-killing him and before the next Arena. Basically a catch-all.
Warnings| Zombie references, depressed zombies.

Prompts in the comments for each character. Heads up I may be slow posting, so a post per day or every other day (so backtag central?).

Comments

[onlyimmune]

She gave him a very sympathetic look. Fuck. Of course he could read or write. God, she was stupid sometimes.

"It's okay R," She assured him. "I can help you. I can write them out, and read back any letters we get to you, okay?"

[shambler]

R felt a little better. Not a lot. But a little. "Thanks...for being...friend."

He held out his hand, gray and blackened at the fingertips, and touched Ellie's hand for a second, brief as he could make it. Most people didn't want to touch a zombie and he assumed it probably went doubly-so for a survivor like Ellie. Still. He wanted to show he really appreciated it, dead boy to infected girl.

[onlyimmune]

It made her skin crawl, a little, and she flinched. But then she felt horrible, and reached out and took his hand, grasping and squeezing it firmly, ignoring how dead the flesh felt. She met his eyes and held his gaze, fighting back the revulsion until it was smothered into a little, ignorable ball in her chest.

"It's no problem, R. People like us gotta stick together, right?"