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    ‘ It  wouldn’t  be  a  risk if we took the right precautions!       The place looked like it hadn’t been touched when we       passed it on our last run. if we just found a distraction       for  all  the  biters  then  we  could  find  a  way  inside. ‘

“Like what? I’d love to hear what kind of distraction you’re suggesting. Go ahead - enlighten me.”

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There was a roll of her blue eyes, but a hint of a smirk on her lips.“Like I said- by all means go ahead. I’m not stopping you.”

“Why do I -” He sighs; a sign of defeat. He reaches underneath the counter and hands her the set rations for the day. What a push over. “Fine. Take yours. Anything else, Alex?”

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     ‘ Okay, I get that, but can you just listen to me?        we   need   this,   and   i   can   make  it  work. ‘

“For the last time, I said no. There’s too many biters in that area. We can’t risk it. I don’t care how good the loot is.”

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“Oh well by all means then, go ahead. Make me wait. But just make sure not to forget who went out and fucking scavanged all day in order for you to even have that food to serve in the first place.”

“Look, you ‘wanna serve twenty-three impatient and starving people, then by all means, go ahead. I’m just saying a little less bark would be greatly appreciated.”

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    ‘ Relax,  kid.  i’m  just  bustin’ your chops.        besides—you keep my rations from me,       i’m  gonna  have to feed you to the biters. ‘

“I - okay. You have fun eating scraps for lunch man.”

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‘ Don’t be such a baby, stephen. ‘ she chimes. he should know better than to assume there’s a biter inside the walls, but she allows his paranoia to slide. at least he was cautious. she slips over to his side, back turned against the outlook. everyone had been downstairs in the lobby, and she noticed his absence. he disappeared a lot. he fit the role of mysterious leader perfectly and it was amusing to her in every sense of the word. she smiles, hues surveying his composed expression. god did he look tired as ever. ‘ why’re you always up here? i didn’t peg you for the type that enjoyed their moaning and groaning. ‘

"It’s nice being outside sometimes,” He begins with a shrug. “gets too stuffy down there.” Muscles relax, and his body slouches over again. Calloused fingers are drawn to his head as he glides them through golden locks. He’s certain there’s gray in there now with the way life had been treating him. The duties of being a leader, keeping everyone in line, and not only keeping himself alive but his people too. Her presence just reminds him of the small pleasures. He’s appreciative of being able to speak to her in such a private environment. Even if all she’s going to do is toss jabs at him. “Why aren’t you down there?”

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“Believe it or not, there’s twenty-three mouths to feed and not a whole lot of food, so if you’re feeling like giving me crap, I could always have you wait until everyone else gets their serving.”

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“Pre-apocalypse didn’t prepare me for consistent servings of cold beans.” Disgust is lining his expression. May as well be force-feeding him dog stool at this point because that’s what it feels like. He’s going to eat it - there’s not a chance he’d allow his rations to go to waste, especially in a world like this. But no one said he’d have to enjoy it.

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There’s a distant sound of the dead tearing through the silence. It’s a disruption he’s unable to adjust to, despite any efforts given (not to say that he’s ever given any. These creatures didn’t deserve that sort of attention). Arms are rested upon aged bricks, feet holding their ground on cemented rooftops. He’s fought for so long; his body felt like it had been dragged through wars, and he was on the losing side. There’s a shift through the corner of his eye, and he turns on instinct. It’s one that has kept him breathing. “Jesus ‘Fal. Do you want to get shot?”