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[As if Newt would ever give up the chance to make a video, so here he is sitting in the kitchen. Also, he's bored being cooped up inside for an extended period of time, so there's also that]

Okay normally I would ask why people are actually venturing outdoors when shit's going down like this, but something tells me that's a super pointless question so instead here's this one:

So we got one account of what zombies are like in one person's world, but I was wondering what other incarnations are out there. [Newt folds his arms on the table, leaning down on them a bit] In Haven, there were a couple running around in some of the tunnels and they were from the same world as a couple of my housemates--one of them almost bit me. That was a trip. [he pauses, briefly, blinking] Er. The zombie, not my housemates. [--except--] Well, okay, one of them stabbed me in the chest and killed me but that wasn't until later so I don't think that really counts in this conversation? [he says it so casually. . . . . . . ANYWAY, back on topic as Newt waves a hand] Anyway, these zombies were taken over by a fungus called cordyceps. Basically it took over the brain of the corpse of whatever it attached itself to and made it into a puppet.

Now, we have this same fungus in my world, but it never went all zombie on human beings, just small animals. I'm talking, like...bugs. Sooo basically I'm wondering what other types of zombies people might've either run into, whether from their own world or a different one. And what caused them to become zombies in the first place. I'm talking like virus or fungus or whatever.

Or, like, whatever else anyone wants to talk about because holy shit I'm so bored right now.

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[ At least the bed, but it is a fall, it is Newton's weight on him, tugged assuredly along by Newton's arm snaking his waist. It is upright to on his back, knees bent at the edge, soles scraping the stone.

A half-second of daze, then reflexes kick, and his hands push at Newton's shoulders. They lack the force they ought to have, and he frowns, and he's shaking, shaking, shaking, and he's furious still, that must be why shakes, the rage rattling in his skull, the rage an inferno in his skull, the blaze in his veins, the weight in his heart, he wouldn't just let him be, had to blather, had to taunt and grate with clear inaccuracies, had to text her knowing she wasn't honest, she was hiding, it was wrong, he should have, and it wouldn't have mattered, it wouldn't have mattered, she would die and rot regardless --

And he's shaking as he pulls Newton closer, burrowing his face in his chest. He does not weep, but his face has scrunched tight. ]

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[and down they go. Newt manages to get one knee and one arm on the bed to catch himself (and, somewhat, Hermann,) but still ends up getting most of his weight on Hermann. There's a breath--before Hermann's shoving at him again, and Newt's shifting, momentarily trying to decide if he actually wants to let Hermann up--

--but then the shoving stops. And Newt is, for a moment, startled as Hermann is suddenly pulling him closer, curling against him and his heart breaks a little more because Hermann is shaking, hiding his face; and Newt curls around him, pulling his other knee up onto the bed, straddling Hermann's lower torso so he can put more of his weight on his own legs, and therefore have more maneuverability to pull Hermann closer. The arm that was around Hermann's waist is now curled around his mid-back, and his other arm curls to brace his own weight more on the bed but also so his hand can cup the back of Hermann's neck, supporting. Newt's head dips down, mouth pressing against the crown of Hermann's head because...well, what else can he do?

He can't do anything but this but be here and hold him.

I'm here.]