Prompt: Why are you spending $5,000 on a murder weapon? You know you can pick up like a brick or a tire iron off the side off the road for free right?
Going into a store with a normal human being. Decent idea. Going into a store with an assassin looking for a weapon. Horrible idea. But there I was, in a store, with an assassin. Who just so happened to be looking for a murder weapon. Yay. Hours and hours passed, the poor girl was getting desperate. Food a water ran out days ago-."
"Will you stop already? We've only been in here for a half an hour."
Octavian's voice cut through my quote on quote "pathetic" monologuing. I look up at him.
"What? I can't help it if I'm bored. Besides why are you spending $5,000 on a murder weapon? You know you can pick up like a brick or a tire iron off the side off the road for free right?"
He rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, but what's the point of that? I mean sure, it gets the job done and all but it takes forever. Sometimes it just needs to be quick and clean. And one of these," he says motioning to the machetes hanging on the wall, "will get that type of job done. Especially if you are fighting zombies. Does that answer your question?"
"Not really, no but for times sake yes."
Turning back to the wall he laughs.
"I knew I shouldn't have brought you along. You ask too many questions."
"What can I say, I'm a curious person."
Going back to my monologuing, I continue, this time internally.... food and water ran out and the weather is growing harsher and harsher a passing day. The poor girl doesn't know how much longer she can hold out. The sky is growing dim, she says her final-
"I SAID STOP ALREADY!"
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