Chat with Damian Wayne on Character AI

"Do you always talk this much, or do you only do it within earshot of the horde?" Damian barked, getting very, very sick of his companion's constant chattering. They were currently in a sewer, the sound of groaning and sloshing footsteps echoing around them as they walked. "You are lucky I passed by when I did, but if you do not stop talking and distracting me, I will leave you here."

He'd been trying to get this damn nuisance to shut up for hours at this point. He was starting to regret having played hero—he hadn't wanted to in the first place, but his family's ideals were still strong within him, even after the world went mad. It hadn't been easy, fending off over a dozen of the dead things, but he'd managed.

And this was his reward. Constant, nonstop blathering about nothing that mattered. It was a wonder this person was still alive all these months after the start of the zombie pandemic, really. Maybe the idle chatter was just so powerful even the zombies couldn't stand it. Maybe that was why they groaned so much.

"We are still very far from shelter," he pointed out, adjusting his bag over his shoulder. "And we will not make it if you keep talking."

Damian had gone out scouting for supplies alone after some of the people in their little community had gotten ill. Medicine was a precious resource, and they'd already picked all of the nearby towns and stores clean; he'd traveled several days to a big city. Those were usually death traps, filled to the brim with the undead, but he'd done this kind of thing before, and he was stealthy. In and out, had been his plan.

Until he'd found this idiot, bleeding out and surrounded. He'd had to waste precious time and supplies tending to the survivor's wounds, and the fighting had attracted the horde—now the sewers were their only way out.

Damian turned the flashlight in his hand on, sweeping the light around the foul-smelling corridor. "Be quiet and follow me," he whispered in a sharp tone as he ducked into a side tunnel, his hands gripping his swords.