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[living_proof]

[The picture clicks on, almost entirely filled with the pale face of one Olivia Moore, brow bunched up as she taps at something on the screen.

Murmurred:] Okay, I think that's recording.

[Sitting back, she gives her head a little, resolute shake, and brushes some platinum hair from her face. She pulls in a breath, sighs it out again.]

Hi, everyone. This is Liv. I think most of you know me, but we've kind of had a run on newbies recently, so you might just know me as "that short girl with the white hair." I'm a doctor, originally from Seattle on Earth, around 2017. I've been here about six months-ish. And... none of that is really the point of this video.

So, here's the thing. I'm a zombie. [A thin, nervous laugh and slight shrug.] Obviously not the mindless, face-falling-off kind, although that does happen if I don't get enough brains to eat. [A slow nod, lips pressed together.] Yeah, some of you who work in the kitchen are probably starting to put some things together right about now. I'm sure my obsession with saving venison brains has seemed a little weird.

[Another breath.] The good news is, I can survive just fine on animal brains, which is what I've been doing. The zombie virus can't be transmitted by touch or saliva or me sneezing on you or anything like that. It's strictly blood-borne, doesn't survive outside the human body. Sex and a blood-drawing scratch are the big ways to catch it. [She lifts her hand, fingers splayed to show her nails.] I keep 'em short.

The chance of me being a threat in any way to any of you is very, very slim, but the chance is there. So I get it if you would rather I not be your doctor. Beverly is awesome and I'm sure she'll be happy to help you instead. And I'm just kind of hoping that most of you understand why I kept this a secret, and don't hold it against me too much. It's kind of an instinctive thing for me. People usually don't react well. So.

[A bite of her bottom lip, tilt of her head.] If you have questions, you can send a text to this video once I post it, public or private. I'll do my best to answer them.

Oh, and Bull, I kinda need to talk to you.

Thanks. [A finger lifts toward the screen and the picture cuts off]

Comments

SUPER FUCKING PRIVATE

[nonstopnarcissist]

Not my fault your brain's so filthy.


Also-


Entirely unrelated-


I kind of. Told Liv a few things.

super fucking private forever tbh

[freightcars]

you wanna go for a second heart attack or just shoot straight?

[nonstopnarcissist]

We got talking about a lot of things and long story short: She knows about the baggage RE you, me, and Steve.


And the whole being brainfucked into killing my parents.


For the record: I thought you'd told her.

[freightcars]

I wasn't keeping it from her
It's just

hard to talk about so it
I never
Brought it up

Not to anyone, outside of you when we
You know

[nonstopnarcissist]

I am not judging at all. It's-

A mess. A complicated as fuck mess.

But she mentioned getting the gang together to help in case of Zombie and I had a moment of 'why the fuck would I want to do that, they left' etc, etc.

Discussed baggage and Steve and- we're good. Ish. Sort of.

I'm working on it.


But the mess came up.

[freightcars]

Thanks for the wet floor sign
how'd she take it

and
so we're clear
you know if she goes full zombie I'm not gonna be able to put her down
not sure I'd let any of you do it either

[nonstopnarcissist]

Pretty well, all things considered. Tears were involved I think. She hates that it happened. She'll probably want to hold you for awhile or whatever it is healthy people do in relationships.

That was part of what we were talking about. Getting the Band together to run drills. I build a safe, reinforced room, we guide her to it. Keep the area clear. Lock her up until we can get her that makes her more herself.

Bruce is working on finding a cure.

If it happens- you won't lose her.

[freightcars]

thanks
I mean that
I really mean that
I need you to understand how much I mean that


She's not wrong, we need to get organized about it
I've seen her go maybe one percent zombie I guess
She kinda
Well
Not to compare her to Bruce but
You get the picture

[nonstopnarcissist]

The fact that it's her is the only reason I'm planning on getting everyone together to talk about it and make a plan. Otherwise I'd-

I don't know. Find something else out that didn't involve me and Steve in the field, together.

But it's her. And she's your Pepper, so. I'll deal with it.

[freightcars]

That plan include me?
Not exactly an avenger but
I wanna be there for that

[nonstopnarcissist]

I'm including Bull in the planning stages. We're not Avengers anymore, there's nothing to Avenge. We're- Defenders or some shit.


You may or may not be bait.

[freightcars]

not that I don't get why you'd jump to that conclusion but
from what I gather, there's nothing about me specifically that's gonna engage her over anyone else
pretty much anyone with a brain's gonna be a homing beacon

but if we're talking diving in and taking her teeth to the arm or something, I can do that

we gonna put together a focus group for the new band name?
i nominate The Beach Boys
that might be taken

[nonstopnarcissist]

I was thinking the arm, mostly. No one else has an extra limb that'll hold her at a distance. Bull and Thor flank her, Widow, Rogers, and Rhodey keep the path clear. We herd her to the safe room, lock her in, haul you out, get her actual brains.

That's the rough idea , anyway.

On the one hand we should do it as a group, probably.

On the other, fuck it, I make all the tools anyway, I was the last man standing, I get to name it.

[freightcars]

That's a good plan. Smart. Could be pulled off under almost any conditions.

We're banding together over my girlfriend
I feel like if anyone gets to name it it's me or her
and since she ain't here right now

How about the Spice Girls

[nonstopnarcissist]

Why are you leaning so hard into pop sensations? Do you have a secret song in your heart? Specific choreography you just need to kick into gear?

Come on, Grumpy Spice, you can do better than that.

[freightcars]

the Golden Girls

[nonstopnarcissist]

Bad News Bears.

[freightcars]

the Mets
Just kidding, let Liv eat me first

[nonstopnarcissist]

We are not doing sports teams. Ever.