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'Fangss without venom'

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please go watch the yt short "stop don't cut yourself" pls
I couldn't put the video on here

:TRIGGER WARNINGS:
Forced/Pressured into SH, Necrophilia mentions.

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What am I doing again?

The sound of heavy boots hitting the ground swirls around the empty buildings, birds screaming lyrics to a broken song and the distant crackle of gunfire runs through the road like children playing pretend. The list of "resources" given to him went and glided out the other end of his head, completely forgotten. He was supposed to be hunting for scrap, or- medicine, just something useful, probably.

He yawns and kicks a can down the road, the can scraping against the ground and hitting an old, rusty ladder leaning on the shell of a broken down building. He wraps a hand around the ladder, pulling himself up in under a minute, scanning the streets below. It's nothing special, just a few zombies stammering around, the occasional person getting mauled, and the damp scent of rot and dust.
A few teenagers got cornered down by rotten ryan, the old bus famous for going up in flames and taking thirteen people down with it. Don't know why it just burst into flames, maybe someone rigged it. Why would someone wanna set a whole bus on fire?
A scream pierced through his thoughts like a bullet.
Right, the kids. 

He thought about possibly just hopping down there and helping them, but he values his own life more than others. Well, depending on the people. He might risk his own life for Lyric, maybe jump in front of a bullet like in those corny movies.

 That reminds him: he should probably go find a thing or two for Lyric. That's how you do it, right? Woo someone with gifts? Pretty sure that works with anyone, but it wouldn't hurt to at least try, what's the worst that could happen?
Maybe a flower.. or- no, that'd be dumb. Flowers don't really exist anymore, nothing but weeds. And weeds don't count, they never did. Maybe a bone instead. Carved up, polished. Yeah. That'd be cool. That'd be...romantic?

He snorts and shakes his head, embarrassed even in his own skull. Later. He always thought of something. Probably.

He'd skid down a wall, hitting the ground with a soft thud and skipped around, nearly tripping over his own feet, and hoping to find something on the way. He had forgotten why he even went up there, but it's hopefully nothing important..

Maybe a polished bone isn't enough. Would they laugh at the gesture? No, no they would think it was clever. A rat scrambles past him and into a nearby sewer opening. Maybe he'll check that out later. Maybe he can find someone to get him a sample of that "Spawn Sap" shit, a raider he was talking too mentioned it and the name is intriguing.
Though. can't imagine he uses it. He's a big guy, can probably snap someone's neck without even trying. But for someone with such a soft heart like his, he's only using his strength to carry things the other raiders can't.