As has become synonymous with Fridays! Today is the day of a tale of zombies and Amalia Dillin and me and Thor and glitter. This has been going on for so long do not worry if you are behind! Jump right in! Amalia has written a little thing here this week and mine begins where we left off in an office being questioned. So! A certain Baldur, from the Asgardian Embassy, is quizzing me and a zombie friend about our run in with a female vampire by the name of Adler. So much drama!
Other important details include that I secretly think Tyler, le zombie friend, is dying again, there was a fight in a department store hosiery section, a while back I knocked Amalia out with a spoon (no relevance it just tickles me), a further while back I was electrocuted, I have holes in my shoes, and currently in our tale I still haven’t had a shower for days. It is a wonder I am not raging about the place. So! Off we go!
Baldur’s gaze bores into me after I trail off; I soon realise that I’d rather be bored into with a drill or a hammer or a rusty spork or a blunt trowel. Anything but his eyes.