[INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=white][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=gray][I]Rushford, Ohio -- O'Neal Family Tavern[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=gray][I]May 15th, 2019[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub][/indent]
[color=gray][indent][indent]Damien raised his eyebrows at Percy's attempts at cracking jokes. It reminded him of those teachers who tried way too hard to be cool, down to his appearance. He couldn't really explain why, but to Damien the whole routine felt... unnecessary? The split between adult and teenager was torn down at the same time everything else was when the dead started crawling back to life, so it was annoying. Or was he just insecure? He thought back to those losers who would hide behind jokes to deal with whatever it was they were going through. 

[color=white]"Gonna be honest with you, this plan makes perfect sense, but that's why I don't trust it that much,"[/color] he commented, sloppily wiping off a bit of grease with his sleeve. [color=white]"If crossing that bridge is the obvious answer, then everyone's gonna wanna do it. Soo, we're either gonna bump into a whole lot of dead people or [i]others[/i]."[/color] His voice sounded both immature and devious. It was the same tone he used to use when making plans to skip school or smoke weed with his friends, one that implied outsmarting other people. 

But just what would outsmarting people even consist of? Damien naturally assumed the average person was an asshole, so being tossed into a world where laws were in short supply had made him start jumping to the worst possible conclusion anytime other people were involved. In his mind this entire town was a free for all, one where the humans were going to be a bigger deal than the dead. 

He stretched his arms out and wrapped a hand around his golf club again. [color=white]"I think we can manage to take whatever on, though."[/color][/indent][/indent][/color]