[Not like these people probably want. They're looking to all get swept off into some kind of heaven? Bullshit. Hope they enjoy their long cosmic dissolution into fuckall.
So the dude who pointed out the water must have some kind of common connection with the dead, if this guy is right. Neat. Also not his problem, though. At least sometimes they find people who are cool with them being the way they are. Anyway, his thirst is sated, and seemingly so is Chrissy's curiosity, so he gives her a quick squeeze and walks on toward the bike without so much as a farewell to the guy who answered her question.]
All right, let's get the hell outta here. Might have to walk a while anyway. We just gotta keep goin' north an' maybe we'll end up back on the freeway, or if we don't, some shitty side road that ties into it. I don't wanna spend all night here.
[Maybe he's rushing things but he does have goals and this place meets none of them. Maybe once he's had a few drinks, settled into the trip, has a clearer sense of how long they'll get to enjoy it before they have to head back, maybe then he'll be more interested in poking around some shitty dirt town with shitty candles for lights or whatever the hell they use here. He sighs and heads back to the bike, already smiling again with the promise of moving on.]
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[Not like these people probably want. They're looking to all get swept off into some kind of heaven? Bullshit. Hope they enjoy their long cosmic dissolution into fuckall.
So the dude who pointed out the water must have some kind of common connection with the dead, if this guy is right. Neat. Also not his problem, though. At least sometimes they find people who are cool with them being the way they are. Anyway, his thirst is sated, and seemingly so is Chrissy's curiosity, so he gives her a quick squeeze and walks on toward the bike without so much as a farewell to the guy who answered her question.]
All right, let's get the hell outta here. Might have to walk a while anyway. We just gotta keep goin' north an' maybe we'll end up back on the freeway, or if we don't, some shitty side road that ties into it. I don't wanna spend all night here.
[Maybe he's rushing things but he does have goals and this place meets none of them. Maybe once he's had a few drinks, settled into the trip, has a clearer sense of how long they'll get to enjoy it before they have to head back, maybe then he'll be more interested in poking around some shitty dirt town with shitty candles for lights or whatever the hell they use here. He sighs and heads back to the bike, already smiling again with the promise of moving on.]