29: [Audio] Counting Bodies Like Sheep

[dashboardlite]

All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.

He types because he can. Not to send, just...to type. Dean isn't sure when it really started. Maybe when he woke up. Maybe it was always there. Maybe it's just cabin fever, the stress of being stuck in one place for too long. Being trapped. Trapped. Trapped.

All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.

It feels to wrong to just...jusssssssssst just sit around. Waiting. Waiting. People to see. Places to go. Rooms to visit. The hallways are filthy with the promising stench of blood, so much blood he can taste it. I'm not gonna hurt you, no, no, I'd never, I'm just gonna bash your brains in, sweetheart, just hold sti-

All work and no play makes Dean a |

He switches the radio on, clears his throat, and becomes the dull boy.

"Hey! There anyone out there? It's Dean." He sighs, careful not to oversell the act. "The hallways are pretty tricked out, and I got a feeling that none of this is gonna end well for any of us since it ain't like we've got any clues yet. I'm thinkin' we oughta stick together to stay safe. If anybody needs help, radio me. I've dealt with almost everything, so we might as well be prepared."

All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.

"Over and out."

Comments

[video forever]

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

From the sounds of it, sticking together is the last thing we should do.

[video forever]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

So what, wander around alone and vulnerable? Yeah, great idea. You don't ever see things turnin' out good for Mystery Inc. when Scooby, Shaggy and Velma break apart from Fred and Daphne.

[Even though Fred and Daphne were totally doing it.]

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

Well, don't wander then. We should all just hang out in our rooms until it's over. Then nobody gets hurt.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

What if some crazy bastard comes into your room?

[like him like him like him]

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

Uh, I'll lock the door.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

All right, suit yourself. But if you end up dead, don't blame me.

[Unless it was Dean. In which case you can totally blame him.]

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

[While that isn't really a problem for her, his tone bugs her.]

Look, I can handle myself. Not to mention the fact that for all I know you're just trying to lure me in so you can kill me. Why the fuck should I trust you and no one else?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean does a very convincing, exasperated groan, rubbing at his own eye.]

Maybe because it's my job to help people? In case you missed the last big transmission I made.

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

And that makes you exempt how, exactly?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Okay, Debbie Downer. Take a chill pill.