[He opens his mouth to ask more, but those zombies are closing in and... there's no time for any of this, is there? Right.
So he'll just reach out and take this stranger's hand. Trying to focus on... on making a contract happen, whatever that even means. And he feels... some kind of warmth. A spark of some kind.
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So he'll just reach out and take this stranger's hand. Trying to focus on... on making a contract happen, whatever that even means. And he feels... some kind of warmth. A spark of some kind.
It's odd. But not unpleasant.]