001 ➳ text; d.dixon

[dirtyredneck]

[He's been here a little bit. Hasn't engaged much. Figured he was having one hell of a fever dream after getting bit. Course, he couldn't remember getting bit, but what else could it have been? Only it hadn't gone away and the food he'd been eating seemed real enough and the people he'd been ignoring acted offended enough to be real, too.

So... maybe it was real. Weirder shit had happened.

And if it was, it might do him some good to actually start figuring his own shit out. Including how to actually use this thing.]

I ain't never used one of these
smart phones I think they're called
before. They had them before but I never
anyway I only ever had a flip phone
one I could text on.
How's this thing work?

Comments

[dirtyredneck]

I guess. Nothing here really feels natural.

[anthropophagite]

The whole place is really very strange, yeah. But a lot of people seem to be okay with it, so it can't be that bad.

[dirtyredneck]

Didn't say it was. Just not natural. Thought I was hallucinating when I first got here.

[anthropophagite]

is your world very different from this one?

[dirtyredneck]

Yeah. It is.

[Lots more living people. No dead ones. Well, no dead ones walking around.]

More crowded.

[anthropophagite]

Your place didn't have many people there?

[dirtyredneck]

Not as many as here.

[Not nearly as many as there should be.]

[anthropophagite]

Really? Did something here?

[dirtyredneck]

What? Think part of your message got cut off.