"Look, you're not the only one in a shitty predicament. This isn'tjust happening to you, you're no special snowflake, we're ALL stuck in a hell hole of a city that's overrun with the walking dead. So do us all a favor, drop the attitude, be happy you're not dead, and appreciate the fact you have a place to stay, Okay? Okay - great! Now excuse me while I go and check the exit - try not to whine or cry too much in the meantime, we're fresh out of tissues."
A blow up of emotion spit into Quinn’s face. He watched quietly as the woman in front of him let go of every ounce of emotion she had left in her. He moved away from the woman when she excused herself to check the back exit. Quinn was a little surprised to say the least. He had expected anything like that to happen – much less than he expect to be spoken to like that by a complete stranger. Of course situations were shitty right now – and that was true for everyone – but Quinn hadn’t thought that he was complaining more than was acceptable given the fact that they were surviving the world that they lived in now.
Declan looked at the man who spoke to him. He rolled his eyes slightly and walked off in the opposite direction of the man. He set himself up in a corner underneath the bar, resting his guns and his bags against the wall. Declan Quinn walked around the bar, searching for something strong to drink to take off the edge. The man who had already annoyed Quinn without trying hard made a comment about the military and that caught Quinn’s attention. His eyes shot away from the bar, hitting the man’s eyes that stared back at him. “What’d you say about the military? Who the hell are you? What the hell gives you the right to think you know anything about me?”
Quinn was pissed off. He refused to allow his name to be left in anyone’s mouth, lingering like a bitter taste. He walked around the bar and B-lined for the man. With a bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand, Quinn extended his index finger and poked it roughly into the man’s chest. He glared into the man’s eyes – his own eyes burned with anger and hatred. “I don’t know who the fuck you are but you better back the hell up and mind your fucking life. You don’t know me. You don’t know shit.” Quinn turned his attention away from the man and walked back to his corner. He hated having to stay here with this fucking dumb ass who thinks he’s a know it all and little miss princess in the back but he knew that right now he didn’t have any other option until the dead on the outside dispersed a little more so that he could escape. He sighed, shaking his head, and took a big slug of whiskey straight from the bottle in his hand.
A blow up of emotion spit into Quinn’s face. He watched quietly as the woman in front of him let go of every ounce of emotion she had left in her. He moved away from the woman when she excused herself to check the back exit. Quinn was a little surprised to say the least. He had expected anything like that to happen – much less than he expect to be spoken to like that by a complete stranger. Of course situations were shitty right now – and that was true for everyone – but Quinn hadn’t thought that he was complaining more than was acceptable given the fact that they were surviving the world that they lived in now.
Declan looked at the man who spoke to him. He rolled his eyes slightly and walked off in the opposite direction of the man. He set himself up in a corner underneath the bar, resting his guns and his bags against the wall. Declan Quinn walked around the bar, searching for something strong to drink to take off the edge. The man who had already annoyed Quinn without trying hard made a comment about the military and that caught Quinn’s attention. His eyes shot away from the bar, hitting the man’s eyes that stared back at him. “What’d you say about the military? Who the hell are you? What the hell gives you the right to think you know anything about me?”
Quinn was pissed off. He refused to allow his name to be left in anyone’s mouth, lingering like a bitter taste. He walked around the bar and B-lined for the man. With a bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand, Quinn extended his index finger and poked it roughly into the man’s chest. He glared into the man’s eyes – his own eyes burned with anger and hatred. “I don’t know who the fuck you are but you better back the hell up and mind your fucking life. You don’t know me. You don’t know shit.” Quinn turned his attention away from the man and walked back to his corner. He hated having to stay here with this fucking dumb ass who thinks he’s a know it all and little miss princess in the back but he knew that right now he didn’t have any other option until the dead on the outside dispersed a little more so that he could escape. He sighed, shaking his head, and took a big slug of whiskey straight from the bottle in his hand.