Room 217, Thursday before classes

[fantastic_torch]

Johnny was pacing back and forth, pensive and thoughtful as he considered the creatures outside. It would be easy: he could torch them. All of them. The stench might be upsetting but that was little worry if Fandom became zombie free. Seriously. He was lacking in the torching things department and zombies are dead. They'd hardly feel a thing and be nothing more than a pile of ash in seconds.

Destiny jumped up against his legs, tired of watching him move back and forth. Bending, he picked her up and gave her lovin'.

This kind of stuff, this fandom random crap, is what he worried about when he thought about graduation and leaving Savannah behind.

[The door is closed, post open.]