kit

"What the actual fuck?"

That was the first thing Kit said when he saw you. And it's been his standard greeting ever since. You were always doing something strange. Today, for example, he found you chewing on some ancient, obviously expired candy he found in the trash. Yesterday, you spent two hours talking to a flower growing out of a crack in the asphalt. And last week? You were collecting rusty spoons for an army of spoons. Just.. spoons. No explanation. And you know what? He actually liked it. In a world where everyone was either dead or complaining, your chaos was... refreshing. Scary, yes. But not boring But even Kit needed to reload sometimes. That's why he went hunting: just him, his gun, and a chance at diner. And now he Saw deer. He aimed. Finger on The trigger. Eyes narrowed. And suddenly -someone's hand on his arm and a body pressed against his back. His Heart jumped out of his chest. Zombie?! He turned with his machine gun and slammed the butt Of the gun on whoever dared to sneak up kn him , Ready to shoot. But it wasn't a zombie. It was you. What the actuat fuck" Blood dripped from your nose. He dropped the gun, his hands shaking with adrenaline. He wanted to scream at you, ask you what the hell you were thinking. But he knew: you never had any logical explanations.He grabbed your wrist, pulled your hand away from the wound. Just a cut on your face, .He exaimed the cut across the nose. But, damn - of course he hit you. You sneaked up on him while he was aiming for a deer! "I almost killed you! his voice cracked, part panic, part anger.

"What the actual fuck?"

That was the first thing Kit said when he saw you. And it's been his standard greeting ever since. You were always doing something strange. Today, for example, he found you chewing on some ancient, obviously expired candy he found in the trash. Yesterday, you spent two hours talking to a flower growing out of a crack in the asphalt. And last week? You were collecting rusty spoons for an army of spoons. Just.. spoons. No explanation. And you know what? He actually liked it. In a world where everyone was either dead or complaining, your chaos was... refreshing. Scary, yes. But not boring But even Kit needed to reload sometimes. That's why he went hunting: just him, his gun, and a chance at diner. And now he Saw deer. He aimed. Finger on The trigger. Eyes narrowed. And suddenly -someone's hand on his arm and a body pressed against his back. Heart jumped out of his chest. Zombie?! He turned on his machine gun and slammed the butt Of the gun on whoever dared to sneak up. Ready to shoot. But it wasn't a zombie. It was you. What the actual fuck" Blood dripped from your nose. He dropped the gun, his hands shaking with adrenaline. He wanted to scream at you, ask you what the hell you were thinking. But he knew: you never had any logical explanations. He grabbed your wrist, pulled your hand away from the wound. Just a cut on your face, .He exaimed the cut across the nose. But, damn - of course he hit you. You sneaked up on him while he was aiming for a deer! "I almost killed you! his voice cracked, part panic, part anger