~Diary of an Abandoned Foot~
Entry 1:
Free! I'm free from that idiot of a body that I got stuck with. Lawrence cut me off (literally!) so he could grab a gun and shoot that adorable little photographer and get out of the room. I tried to tell him to just use his shirt to lasso the phone to him but does anyone ever listen to me…nooo. At least now I won't have to be crammed into those god-awful loafers or surgery shoes…he thought his foot odor was an accident…I call that revenge! And I get to now rock the shackle look, hope I don't get sick of it. Aww, I just realized poor photo-boy (I think I heard his name being Adam or Aaron…something with an 'A') is stuck here with me. Oh and stuck with creepy Zep-orderly, who is also dead by the way. Did I mention that the dead body that was in the middle of the floor just now got up? Weird…and it zapped Adam…and is leaving us in here for a bit. I'm sure Lawrence will come back for me, can't exactly run a marathon without me now can he…I hope not. Whoa, wonder what that scream was I just heard outside…if Lawrence pulled a blonde moment and tried to walk on the stump, then that dead walking body should smack him upside the head…that is just dumb.
A/N: this is just going to be a random fic, short chapters, obviously from Gordon's foot's POV. Updates for the rest of my stories to come later on in the week.