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Library [4.7]
So that was what zombies really were. Not the blank-eyed children of Joy Division, but mindless thugs with an unrelenting hunger and desperate need to please their master.
It was a mental state Anemone was far too acquainted with, and the sensation of being locked behind glass walls in her own mind had been horrifyingly familiar. It was her entire 'life' up until three years ago, the living nightmare she'd already dealt with once.
Today was a day for hiding in the recesses of the library, while Gulliver manned the front desk. A day spent shelving the books and finding unexplored corners that needed organizing.
Anemone really wasn't in the mood to be social.
[The OCD and I are not speaking. Open library is open!]
It was a mental state Anemone was far too acquainted with, and the sensation of being locked behind glass walls in her own mind had been horrifyingly familiar. It was her entire 'life' up until three years ago, the living nightmare she'd already dealt with once.
Today was a day for hiding in the recesses of the library, while Gulliver manned the front desk. A day spent shelving the books and finding unexplored corners that needed organizing.
Anemone really wasn't in the mood to be social.
[The OCD and I are not speaking. Open library is open!]