These two odd men Deranged Nasat works for are starting to worry him. There isn't too much brain in here and most of the working parts are in a booze-and-drugs haze anyway, but slowly it's beginning to dawn on him that these are dangerous people. Maybe - though he never would've believed it until now - maybe worse than the Gov'ment itself.
Bugrit.
If it gets too bad, he may have to cross the moors again to another town. That would be a shame. He was starting to like it here.
For now, he earns his keep by cleaning the pub. And he'll drop by the orphans later with some scraps he found in a dustbin. Poor souls.
After that heartfelt goodbye, Daniel climbs down off the roof with the twitching rotten zombie leg, which he throws up the road as far as he can. It lands outside Crazy Cat Lady's house, where one of her kitties starts nibbling on it...HEY TORAZIYAL GOOD LCK N VULCN, WE'LL MISS YOU V. MUCH
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