Sixth Message [Text | Cell Phone]

[scramasax]

Something happened to me. I cant go jone rhg wau I am. Please. What do I do? - Anthony J.

[About fifteen seconds later, the three units of gibberish are corrected to "home the way".]

Comments

[text]

[amberhearted]

The zombies I'm thinking of tend to look a little greener. You looked like shit, but it might be too soon to call yourself one.

[text]

[scramasax]

What the doctor did say himself was that I look like I'm dead.

[text]

[amberhearted]

Hope's a sad thing to lose. Sure you want to let it go? We're dealing with supernatural stuff. Who knows what you might or might not be

[text]

[scramasax]

I know that I don't. Even so, I'm still scared. [More than he has been all this time and he's had moments of what then seemed absurd fear - this was rooting dread he braced to watch grow.]

Thank you still.

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[amberhearted]

I'd be scared too. Looks like you got yourself a support network so that's good

You mind if I check in on you later Anthony?

[ while alex doesn't know him, has no personal investment in him, he knows that even mundane lifestyle changes can be jarring. how much more so the possibility of turning into something dead? and he's got a family, too... whatever's going on with anthony is frightening and potentially isolating. ]

[text]

[scramasax]

[It certainly is a "network" and also supportive!

But the response has him taken aback - not in a strictly unpleasant way. There is nothing to interpret in it but benevolence. Nevertheless he also knows that they don't know each other, and what a thing it is that has to bring him to meeting more like them, concern from directions in which he'd never made even a move to warrant it, which he's still achingly grateful for.]

I don't, if you want to.

What is your name?

[As "who are you?" may seem too questioning and also be something that may be answered soon enough; a name will do for now.]

[text]

[amberhearted]

Alex. My number: [ network#! ]

Are you one of Randy's kids? I'm a friend of his

[text]

[scramasax]

My number is [Likewise enters his own!

He's a bit tired to make the immediate connection that "Randy" is as in "Randall", but make it he does.]

He is my biology teacher.

That's good to know.

[text]

[amberhearted]

He's here too but I reckon if he saw this he's already replied :)

[text]

[scramasax]

Yes. He replied yesterday. I do not know if he saw.

Mr. Lyall responded first when I called with my number at the start.

[Mr. Lyall has been so vigilant for him and, as far as he has been observant, every one of his students that he has the thought with a strange sentimentality, even with only the two months of this.]