lesbian warm bodies or something

♡ part 2 - trying to connect, for once ♡

author prenote: yes i was listening to help! when i wrote this and yes i know electra heart only came out in 2012 and the apocalypse already wpuld have happened by then but what is GAYER THAN THAT ALBUM

i pry open the door to the airplane, letting julie go inside first. ladies first, as they always say- even if we're both ladies. how about human ladies first? as i follow in behind her, i bring up my hand again, trying to wipe a little more gore away from my mouth so i don't seem as...'i just ate a dude alive like 20 minutes ago'.

i don't thinking it's working much, though, cause she's kinda sobbing her eyeballs out. and unfortunately i can't do a lot to console her. so i sort of just wobble behind her until she decides on a seat herself. she picks the window seat (which is honestly the fair choice because the window seat IS the best seat). i stand and look awkward for a second (as i always do) before i make the decision to sit down myself.

i wanna try to look at least a little bit impressionable, so i try and fix up my messy somewhat-overgrown pixie cut a little and readjust a few of the rings on my fingers. i can't tell if these are from before i "died" or after and i took them off of someone and kept them as memorabilia, but they look good either way. when they're not smeared with blood, that is. i lower my hands and look over at her for a little bit of affirmation that i look good. she's pressed herself fully back against the wall and staring me down like i ate her family pets or something. which is wrong, i maybe just ate her boyfriend. which is not the same thing.

speaking of eating her family pets and/or boyfriend, she probably thinks i'm going to eat her too even though i kind of just saved her ass back there. but fine, discriminate if you want. i see how it is. you know, maybe i should try to tell her that i don't plan on using her as emergency rations. i already have some in my pocket anyway. and i wouldn't do that even if my quote-unquote "life" depended on it.

if i wanted to, i already would have.
"..not..eat." i manage to stammer out.
i point to her, then to me and my mouth. i shake my head.
it's supposed to be a reassuring action, but it doesn't really work because she just sobs more and is practically kissing the wall at this point.

maybe i should try approach 2 which is actually saying something reassuring. i lower my hand. my voice is naturally kind of hushed, nearing a whisper, so at least i don't have to put effort in to sound gentle.
"..keep..you..s-safe."
decent enough. i sit up, but i guess i might have moved a bit too fast cause she flinches back and somehow her eyes are even more widened and i can't even tell if she's actually breathing anymore.

okay, maybe i should retreat and conjure up an approach 3.

♡♡

so, i did indeed end up retreating and i am now sitting in an abandoned parking garage. great enviroment for thinking things over. and it's also good because i can tell when a girl needs her space.
now i need to think up an approach 3, and though the 'emergency rations' is a more...unorthodox, way of doing so, it's a useful way to get some ideas. so, let's see...

...i'm in a woods (i'm obviously now playing the role of perry now) sitting around a campfire with julie and two other people i don't know. depsite the fact that we're sitting around a campfire, julie is shivering like mad. i sit up and open a bag, pulling out a blanket and walking over to julie, setting it over her. she smiles up at me, laughing a little.
"geez, thanks. you're so observant."

and then, i'm seeing a totally opposite environment. in the middle of nowhere, with julie and only julie. she's holding a gun, and so am i. we walk for a little longer, and then we pause and i supposedly see somebody i recognize as my dad. i take a step closer, and julie grabs my arm and lightly pulls me back.
"..per, come on."