Johnny looks back down, occupying himself by reloading the gun with his dwindling ammo supply, shrugging ruthlessly.
"Probably not," he says. "That is it probably wouldn't really, uh, benefit you to know right now."
He's doing a great fucking job of this isn't he. This isn't exactly his forte. Apparently that's killing zombies. It scares him a little, how easily he just fell into place here, when even the most pleasant dreams are usually relentless shitshows for him. He can't afford to analyze it.
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"Probably not," he says. "That is it probably wouldn't really, uh, benefit you to know right now."
He's doing a great fucking job of this isn't he. This isn't exactly his forte. Apparently that's killing zombies. It scares him a little, how easily he just fell into place here, when even the most pleasant dreams are usually relentless shitshows for him. He can't afford to analyze it.