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Character Mood: Hurt. Oh those feels. Those many feels.
Character Setting: Same place I was left. Untied, but still sitting there. The audience has left, workers are beginning to clean up the popcorn and soda from the seats. Infamous still sitting.


Sewaside has left. Everyone has left. Infamous still sitting. Beheadings are rough, but I guess it had to be done. That stone face, the feelings overwhelming. Many thoughts speedily rushing through the mind covering the road to the mouth, like a Nascar Raceway. It's only bound to crashing at the finish line of Infamous' teeth. He peels the mask away. Ironically, the Deadpool Mask, similar- eerily similar to Lazarus'. Complete mindfuck is the expression left on Infamous' real face. His eyes, bouncing about the vacant arena, and to the heads of Shane and Administrator. This wasn't the plan. This was not in the cards. Why couldn't Infamous had folded, or just played things differently.

"I'm sorry..."

His mouth clams, no stutter but you knew his voice was breaking. Breaking not just silence, but breaking with feels. His emotional bleeding, so clear from the workers that stepped quietly but peeking over to the slowly rising Infamous.

"I'm sorry... I couldn't get... to you."

Infamous struggling to keep up on his feet, dropping down to his knees. He crawls closer to the two heads that bounced about once they were chopped from the human bodies.

"Anywhere I...."

Infamous continuing to crawl. Slowly getting closer, before sitting about seven feet in either direction from the heads of Administrator and Shane .

"Anywhere I would've followed you.."

Infamous drops backwards from his seated position to his back, staring up towards the rafters. His eyes glossy, his face pale and flush. The camera pans up into the air- headed to the rafters, but fixed on Infamous laying just feet from the beheaded heads of the Previous Living Competitors for Owner. New Owner Eli James.... gone. Infamous still remains. Eli James and the Congregation, probably celebrating. Infamous, slowly- clearly dying from the incomplete success of his plans for the night. Evidently blaming himself. He couldn't get to them. One of them. Either of them. Could have had everything. Now; it's to the goats, the sheep, the barnyard animals- followers of the book of Eli.

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Followers of the Book of Eli.


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