I wonder if I've ever fought someone.
What was it about? Did I win at all? Was I good? Or was I bad?
At least I should try to remember those things.
Since I'm a part-time bodyguard now.
I wish that when it's time to throw hands, I'll actually land one. Or dodge one of his attacks. That doesn't look promising. My cheek is still hurting.
Ahead of me, Sohee is talking and Nelly is listening.
The sun is going down, soaking the quiet street in orange that makes you want to yawn. Two people who passed us already did. I haven't yet, and neither have the two girls I'm following.
They've been talking since we left the gate. About the festival. I caught something about a class that wants to turn visitors into zombies.
An interesting concept. I'd make a good zombie.
"I'd make a good zombie, wouldn't I?" Sohee says.
She raises her arms and starts walking strangely, making a noise that sounds more like a hungry penguin than a dead person.
