((Consider this my apology, okay? It is the first time I’ve actively attempted to make something suggestive, so forgive me if it’s bad. May’s being a little minx again, and Jonah and I still aren’t sure how to react…))

There were reasons May didn’t like going to restaurants most of the time, even Infected-friendly ones like this.

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…Wow, you really are new! Look, lots of Infected do get surgery; personally, I chose not to. I still have my eyes, and I never had any serious injuries, so it’s not that big of a deal. I suppose if I really wanted to, I could probably get my teeth ripped out and replaced with a nice, even set of plasties, but it doesn’t sound all that appealing to me.

I’ve, um…I already had surgery, Anon. When I first got cured. As soon as I was coherent, I had my boils removed. I’m still kinda discolored, especially where they were, but there’s not much anyone can do about that really. And the doctors honestly don’t know what makes my tongue grow the way it does, but I suppose once they figure it out, there’ll probably be an option to get that fixed.

Yeah, well, you guys are the lucky ones, I guess~ These aren’t nails, Anon, they’re my actual fingers; the bones grew, and I guess the nail-bed moved back or something…I dunno, really, and I can’t say I mind~! I mean, they’re a nuisance, but aside from being a Tank or Charger, it’s about the most impressive mutation you could have~!

Um, JC? That’s ah, a little odd, isn’t it?

Zombie Pride, Jo. Just ‘cause you don’t have it…

Haven’t we talked about this?

Well, yes…but, they mightn’t have been here for that. I’d already been shot by a Survivor, and I was, um, pretty weak at the time… not much of a challenge.

They chased me down, shot me in the back, and dragged me back to the ambulance. The army is working with the doctors, Anon, they can do anything they want to us in the field. 

Well, Anon, they are called “ferals” for a reason; off the meds, the Green Flu basically reduces you to the most basic state necessary to survive. You’re not much more than an animal at that point…

A sick animal, with a nasty temper, and plenty of friends. There’s not an Infected on this planet who would get into that ambulance of their own free will, and none of us agreed to be “cured.” 

Nobody wants to go back to being feral, but unless you were seriously injured, you have to put up a fight; it’s instinct. it’s also why the number of cured Infected varies depending on the type: the more violent or dangerous, the less likely to be successfully subdued. I mean, in this whole town, I only know two other Witches.

It’s not so bad if you’re hurt…ah, I mean, you’re much less aware of what’s happening to you, and if with the Infection thinks you’re dying, you just sorta…stop caring. It’s not pleasant, but that’s how it works.

…You look like an injured puppy. Stop it.

S-sorry…I just…

Oh, c’mere, idiot, there’s no reason to get all sulky. We all have our horror stories, and they’re all in our pasts. So hush.

Aww, look at you two~!

Shut up!

These two~!

Hey!

How many times do we have to tell you—

Oh come on, you’re even an official couple now! Are you really going to keep getting annoyed at me for that~?

Well…

Yes.

Portal, Half-Life, Team Fortress, and…a couple others. Those are the big ones.

Oh, th-this…this is awkward… Look, Anon, there aren’t r-really any other blogs run by cured infected, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t others. I mean, the ferals still m-mostly have the run of things out there, but we’ve managed to reclaim a good p-portion of their, erm…territory.

Does, um…does that make sense?

Well, my tongue gets in the way if I don’t keep it short…

I have foot-and-a-half long claws instead of fingers. What do you think is most annoying~?

Meh. I get pretty paranoid sometimes. And I can’t seem to sit still for very long…

Yeah, we noticed.

Shut up.

Not much. Personally, my fever goes up and my temper gets worse; it’s generally best not to get into the habit of missing them.

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((Oh my gods, I’m sorry I disappeared; tumblr didn’t tell me I had anything in my askbox until today! Stupid site, screwing up…*mutters to self*))

((It was a gift.))

((Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’d like to once again point out that the askblog is for the characters? The addresses for my personal blogs are right there in the sidebar if you want to talk to me.))