Zoey Is Too Drunk for This Dystopia (Zoey Ashe #3)

by Jason Pargin

She was actually wearing a fancy hat for maybe the first time ever; it was a white beret thing that covered her head wound and looked so stupid on her that she giggled every time she caught her reflection.

“Is it going to be the same question everybody asks as soon as they talk to me for a little bit? How can a nice girl like me work with a devil like Will?”

I love Will and Zoey's dynamic

“I don’t even know how to respond to that. Everything I learn about that man just makes him more inscrutable. I mean, what’s Will’s one glaring need or weakness or whatever?” “You, of all people, should know the answer to that one.” “What do you mean? You know what, I don’t want to know.” “I’m just saying, we’re all just people, and sometimes our actions make no sense because we’re fightin’ a battle with needs we don’t like or understand. If you’re ever wondering how a man feels about you, remember that what he feels and what he wants to feel might be two different things.”

Hehe she's his soft spot

But Zoey is in charge now and when these people get hurt, she’s not happy. And when Zoey isn’t happy, Will isn’t happy. And when Will isn’t happy, ain’t nobody happy, until things get put right.”

He's her attack dog, I love it

Then he reached around, like he was adjusting the blanket or something back there, and he kept doing it, reaching farther around her back, and Zoey finally realized that Will was hugging her.

Squeeeee!!!

“I guess I just want you to know that I know. You know? Let me try that again: I know that your enemies would try to use it against you, if they knew that you, you know, cared about me. And I know that that means you can’t show it. And I know that puts you in a really lonely place and I know that me knowing that probably doesn’t make it less lonely but that’s all I know to say. That I know.”

God, the mutual pining

The camera zoomed in to reveal what the two occupied vats contained: a Frankenstein combination of women and pigs, mismatched human and swine limbs stitched together for some unknowable purpose. They had no heads; at the stumps of their necks were bundles of wires and clear tubes pumping blood, as if to keep the bodies alive absent a brain to maintain those functions. In response to this sight, Rose delivered, in a trembling whisper, her longest section of dialogue and also the bit she’d struggled with the most during filming. The take Clarence Crockett went with in the final cut never quite felt authentic to Zoey, but maybe that was just the scrutiny that came from having seen it several dozen times.

“I can’t even imagine how Arthur would have reacted to finding out I’d done something like that.”

LMAOOOOO so ofc he was doing it

“I mean, if it was just you and me getting plastered together, I think that could be dangerous.”

So dangerous :) Anything could happen :) :) :)

Zoey shook her head. “It’s exhausting. How do you keep yourself going?” “You pick up the torch the departed are no longer able to carry, and you press on, in their memory.” He shrugged. “But to be honest, seeing what’s next is the best part. And I bet deep down, you agree. See you tomorrow.”