Hmm, well it appears that my autobiographical type story is attracting the attention of the Family. By that I mean us in the Sanctuary. Damn Thor, the big loaf can't help but gossip. Hell! I am a girl and he gossips worse then me. I even had to set Kirren straight, I ain't gone soft in the head, well not any more then I was already I suppose. The bastard (I say this with affection) is just worried I'll start wimping out on raids and such. Nah, I can't stop really, I have found I start to long for the rush, the thrill when we are couped up too long. Crazy how much I have adapted and changed in so short a time. But I really don't want anyone to read it as it might ruin my truff in' tough facade. Ha. The only reason Thor knows about it is last week I was working on it, and he sneaked up on me and began reading over my shoulder, unbeknownst to me, until, laughing he mimicked my voice in a choice line he had chosen. His booming voice crackling as he attempted to turn it into a shrill pitch. Annoyed I told the buffoon to bugger off. Of course this only egged him on to quite further heights of annoyance. In the end he had me hopping about the room trying to grasp the wad of papers (of which were the small beginnings of what you are engaged in now). He held them just out of my reach. It was futile, his immense height and bulk rendered any attempt to get my papers back impossible, but I was infuriated. Finally I managed to catch him by surprise ( which is a rare event I must mention) with a quick chop, a firm wrist movement to the back of the knee, he crumbled, my papers flew comically through the air, to flutter crazily down to the floor in loose clumps. But Thor really wasn't one to go down lightly, so he took me down with him and a one-sided wrestling match ensued. Conscious of his huge advantage, he let me try his defenses. Finally I bright out my ultimate weapon, tickling.
For a huge, burly macho man, Thor was one of the most ticklish people I knew. Soon he was squirming on the floor, his loud braying laughter echoing in the enclosed space. My assault was abruptly interpreted when his massive meaty body-length leg, caught in an involuntary tickle-induced spasm glanced against my side sending me slightly airborne, to land neatly on my low lying bed. In conclusion we both laughed till be felt sick, and until Marty smacked on his neighboring room wall for us to shut-up. We broke down then into a semi-silent fit of giggles.
Therefore, he is the only one who has been allowed the 'privilege' (I say with much sarcasm) of perusing my private document (or sorts).
At this moment Thor is looking over my shoulder telling me to get my ass moving and get to the part when he appears. So therefore this digression is coming to a hopefully, nicely finished conclusion. Right about ...now. Okay.
Hm, so where was I? Right! Blood, hallway, zombie in bathroom, etcetera. To make a long story a short one, this was the site of my first kill.