The Second Bunny: A Disintigration.

[imbodytemp]

[Action - 3rd Day - Around Mayfield]

The third day has been less then kind to Mesousa. At some point both his ears have fallen off. His once nice white fur is mostly gone, with what little of it that is left having turned a sickly and inconsistent shade of brown. The skin that has been revealed is tanned and scaly.  

Mesousa is wandering around Mayfield, hobbling wherever he can go and drinking whatever pools of liquid he can find to sooth his dry throat. If he manages to limp by you he will turn and weakly say "I'm sorry about this" before moving on to wherever.

Comments

[myblimpisbigger.livejournal.com]

I doubt this is actually your fault. And I wouldn't drink the liquid, if I were you -- it's probably just as polluted as the air.

[It's not as though Mesousa dropped the bomb, after all. And he's lucky in that he's run into a man who has already died -- really died, not fake Mayfield death -- and so has none of the fear and anger associated with death.

He's mostly just taking bets with himself on whether the radiation will kill him before he bleeds out through his deteriorating stitching. His left hand has already fallen completely off, and his right arm is coming away at the shoulder. It's only a matter of time before the stitching over his chest comes undone, and he's pretty sure humans can't do much with their organs on the outside. Science has taught him that much.]

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

Sometimes the water doesn't taste good, but I don't think I have that much longer so it feels nice on my throat. I feel bad that this happened right after I showed up, and that somehow I have survived longer than others. I'm a bunny and we are usually very fragile creatures. Do you want some water? I know what it's like to not be very effective with my arms.

[myblimpisbigger.livejournal.com]

You could not control when you were pulled into this reality any better than the rest of us. Mayfield likes to think it has a sense of ironic humor, and it delights in putting us in the situations most likely to emotionally destroy us. Thus your continued survival.

[He may be slowly coming apart, quite literally, but at least this is proving all his theories. SCIENCE MARCHES ON!]

And... yes. I suppose I might as well. As you say, neither of us has that much longer.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[Mesousa sighs as heavily as a little bunny is able to.]

It just seems like things like this happen to me a lot.

[As he is talking he picks up the remains of one of his ears. It is dried and curved in. Mesousa dips it in the water and brings it over to Klaus.]

I know that it can't hold much but I can't really carry water in my paws.