Ratchet
"This is not currently rocket science we're discussing here kiddo."
No, he supposed, it was not. By all accounts, if any such objective type opinion about states of things in the world could even exist anymore, it was strange to be sure. Strange, but not inexplicable. Not complicated.
"That Five Oh we left laying back there. Unfortunate. Circumstance, circumstance, circumstance. That's what I've always been told! Hell I believe it now too! The whole god damn world is ending! The whole fucking thing!"
The wheels of of the shopping cart violently clacked up and down as they traversed the crated sidewalk. Edward wasn't much into feeling things at the moment. He's brain still swelled, the ringing still infected every aspect of his thought. Things hurt in various ways in a variety of places. In the east the sun was in fact rising.
"You'd be too but ol' Ratchet got you. I ever tell you why everybody call me Ratchet? My dad worked at the corner garage. It aint there now, they put up some apartments to cover it up, but back then none of them was there so that's where my Dad worked! I'd always be trying to hang about and play with his tools. So they called me Ratchet. Not too bad for a nickname I guess."
This man. This filthy man. They'd been traveling for awhile. Ratchet pushing the cart with Edward slumped inside, his legs dangling out the side. They'd been traveling for two hours since Edward had regained conciousness, he could tell by the bank clock. This man was pushing him around in a big circle. He'd been talking nearly the entire time.
"I don't have the answers for this other than its the end!"
Edward attempted at several points the proper communication that would enable his arms and legs to position themselves so that he might get up and leave. While the previous twelve hours had been harrowing, this was excruciating.
No, he supposed, it was not. By all accounts, if any such objective type opinion about states of things in the world could even exist anymore, it was strange to be sure. Strange, but not inexplicable. Not complicated.
"That Five Oh we left laying back there. Unfortunate. Circumstance, circumstance, circumstance. That's what I've always been told! Hell I believe it now too! The whole god damn world is ending! The whole fucking thing!"
The wheels of of the shopping cart violently clacked up and down as they traversed the crated sidewalk. Edward wasn't much into feeling things at the moment. He's brain still swelled, the ringing still infected every aspect of his thought. Things hurt in various ways in a variety of places. In the east the sun was in fact rising.
"You'd be too but ol' Ratchet got you. I ever tell you why everybody call me Ratchet? My dad worked at the corner garage. It aint there now, they put up some apartments to cover it up, but back then none of them was there so that's where my Dad worked! I'd always be trying to hang about and play with his tools. So they called me Ratchet. Not too bad for a nickname I guess."
This man. This filthy man. They'd been traveling for awhile. Ratchet pushing the cart with Edward slumped inside, his legs dangling out the side. They'd been traveling for two hours since Edward had regained conciousness, he could tell by the bank clock. This man was pushing him around in a big circle. He'd been talking nearly the entire time.
"I don't have the answers for this other than its the end!"
Edward attempted at several points the proper communication that would enable his arms and legs to position themselves so that he might get up and leave. While the previous twelve hours had been harrowing, this was excruciating.
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