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Can't they?

Trust me, they can always get much worse. Worse than you can even fathom!

That's besides the planet being overran by Skitters, and humans are on the endangered list... I'm not sure, but when your big guy likely went up in smoke, I'd say life just took a big crap on us all again.

[ Pope just rolled his eyes, and he waved his hand in the air. ] The whole world has gone to shit. And, I'm sure we're just waiting for someone to drop the soap, just so, we can take it up the ass again.

Huh? The planet's being overrun by Skittles? Sweeeeet.

I could only wish we're all tasting the rainbow. I'm talking about the little green men from mars. Yeah, you heard me, aliens.

What are you on? I want some.

[ With a smug smile Pope looked Jeremy over. ] The same shit you're smokin, skittles.

No way, man. Nothing I'm doin' anymore gives me alien hallucinations or conspiracy theories. Just cravings for Twinkies and Doritos.

Suuuuure, that's exactly what you're trying to tell yourself. And, what kind of crap are you smoking anyway?

Aw man, are you getting paranoid? You got yourself some bad weed, bro.

Not sure what could be worse than knowing there is no more freshly baked pie...

Right, well...it is a given when the world is more populated with the walking dead that would rather eat you than settle some disagreement. Plus, I think when that happened? The soap turned into lube just because...they wanted us to realize that bending over was the only solution.

I ain't paranoid, bud. The world's gone to shit, and you're more worried about getting baked.

[ Pope had his back up against an over turned truck, with his head tilted his head up towards the air. He laughed when Ana brought up zombies. He almost wished that the Earth were dealing with something a bit more simplistic instead of being overran by Skitters. ] Walking dead, well if you want to call those six-legged freaks zombies, go for it.

And, I ain't bending over to take it from those fish-heads that are pushin' the buttons. I'd rather die on my feet than handing everything over to them.

Ain't hard to make yourself a pie even when the world's gone to shit.

Oh man that is freaking awesome! If you can really make a pie I will grab all the ingredients, just need a list. Will even cut you in fifty-fifty! What do you say big guy, I scavenge and you bake?

You would think that, but you are wrong. Okay, here are the fucking reasons why:

1) Herds of the undead and you need to find safety. Which, there is NONE. Herds can take down glass, or wood, among some other things. If you try to run through them? You get bit by the ones at your back while you try to shoot the one at your front. They also can overturn your car that you use to get through them.

{She had a list, and would go over it point by point if she needed too.}

[ Pope just looked absolutely confused at what he was told, and he freed his hand from his rifle to wave his hand in the air. ] You've lost me there, and I mean you have me just going... Huh? We're dealing with aliens, toots, and not the undead.

Now if we happened to be near a farm, which we ain't I'd say we could get some peaches or whatever happens to grow on a tree. And, fuck eating that canned shit.

Okay, well you've lost me. We are dealing with zombies. You know, things that come back from the dead and try to eat you. Every single one of my friends got lost to those fuckers either by being bit or torn apart.

{She sighed softly.}

Maybe it is safe to surmise that you and I are dealing with two sides of the same fucked coin?

Peaches...

[The young man nodded slightly and suddenly vanished leaving behind a trail of dust, only to reappear a few moments later holding a wooden basket half filled with freshly picked peaches.]

Are these going to be ok?

Zombies? You sure about that one? Since when did zombies resemble cockroaches? [ He leaned his head back against the dingy old Ford truck that provided him with cover from an earlier skitter attack. ] The entire world is fucked; just it isn't being fucked in the ass by a zombie plague.

Peac--- [ Pope was taken for a shock by the kid as he took off in a flash, and came back in one. Ooooh, there are going to be questions. ]

Forget the peaches kid. Now, what the fuck was that? [ A simple question. ]

Right, whatever. {She moved a bit, and could now be seen in the light better. She was covered in fresh blood, old, dead blood, some bloated and gross skin and she was carrying all of her weapons with her, and whatever she was wearing on her back.}

You keep looking skyward. I will keep looking parts lower. {The sounds of groaning could be heard not too far off. Loud, unnatural groans, and hisses like something trying to scream. It sounded like there was a lot of whatever it was.}

Fuck! {She cursed under her breath. To get caught outside with no protection in the middle of a herd? Was a bad, bad sign.}

Oh...right, yeah sorry bout that. Was kinda a super hero before all this war crap broke out, now I just sorta wander round trying to help out however I can.