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[creator_raven]

It's another desert.

The sand is red.

The sun is, too.

Raven cannot remember how long it has been so.

He does, however, remember being hungry.

That has never been a surprise.

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[creator_raven]

At least her loud noises are muffled when he stuffs her in his pocket?

String and thread are good for nests.

And this way the zombies cannot get her.








Not even the ones falling from the sky.

Again.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She manages to peck his hand as she disappears into his pocket with a startled squawk.







A while later, she finds the opening to the pocket again and reaches out, poking him in the side.

With her hand.

Look, it's a big pocket.

[creator_raven]

Almost big enough for Raven to crawl inside, himself.

He moves elsewhere instead.

To somewhere with fewer zombies.

And maybe a hot dog stand.

These are trying times.