User:Galaxina11

"A clear, cool night. I have been reading, but the thoughts of man do not solace me.

I raised the curtain and looked at the moon, clear and silvery; and I brushed some of the unrest out of my mind.

I know all the theories of the moon.

There have been times when the symbols of science have robbed me of some of its mystery and charm.

But no one can explain the moon any more than a grasshopper can explain me.

In youth, the moon promised too much.

But now I understand better; that was not the moon's fault.

Also the moon and I have this in common:

We both are wanderers across the night."
-'Wanderers', by Max Ehrmann

"“Well,” I said. “Nothing to do now but wander the fuck into that abandoned building, totally unarmed.”
–from 'John Dies At The End', y David Wong, page 224.

She doesn't quite remember what she did before the apocalypse. Something to do with school, rebellion, and cereal in the mornings. It's kind of nice not to have to buy anything anymore. The zombies aren't so bad when you're too far off the ground to hear them. She hates the sight of blood, but has gotten used to the smell and feel of it. Still, when she see's it pouring out of living people, she tries to help them as best she can. She's gotten better at it. Galaxina has a normal name but she won't tell it to you. Originally she just set off to survive, and then she had a plan to tag every corner of the thrice-cursed Wall, but over time her skin got peppered with rev-needled marks and her spraycans ran out. She got tired.

Out of respect for her former self, she rests some places, but generally keeps the tradition of hoofing it around town. Malton, it seems to her, is a big city. There's a fair bit to see. Besides, it passes the time.

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