It's Hard to Believe That There's Nobody Out There/It's Hard to Believe That I'm All Alone...

[thegreatexperiment]

WHO: Samantha Moon
WHERE: Liv's place
WHEN: June 8
OPEN TO: Liv Moore
WARNINGS: Talk of vampire and zombie diets, so probably blood and body parts

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Sam couldn't say she gave a damn. She really, really didn't. But curiosity had been something of a weakness for her. Just knowing that there was a friggin' zombie in town was motivation enough to actually leave the inn, for the first time in weeks. No matter how much the sunlight stung her skin and just felt...wrong. It didn't matter. If she only had a few weeks left, she was going to make the most of them.

Or, well, okay, she wasn't going to do that.

But she was going to see a real, (un)live zombie.

And she arrived at the doorstep bringing gifts. Well, gift. A gallon jug of one of her many culinary experiments in potato vodka. Since she couldn't drink it any more, she didn't know if it was any good. But she'd given it a little sniff and it had nearly singed the hairs in her nose.

So, it seemed okay.

Whetting her lips, she gave the door a tenuous knock.