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❛ i got um... crackers, like the ritz ones? also some water, and uh... peanut butter. ❜

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‘ i have rice – that’s about it. nothing else on me. ‘
❛ i got um... crackers, like the ritz ones? also some water, and uh... peanut butter. ❜
❛ i’m telling you there’s nothing that way, ❜ scout remarked with a roll of her eyes, ❛ there’s death and a bunch of violent scavengers that are just as bad as these dead ones. i saw them doing... ❜ unspeakable things she wished she could forget, ❛ you’re gonna beg to be dead if you go that way alone - they’re not dead ones, they’re not even animals they’re pure evil, they wear the dead ones’ faces. ❜
❛ y’know how to use that pistol and make the bullets count or are you just pointing and shooting? ❜
❛ i have insta-mash, uh... spam, or something like it, and... oh. cup of noodles. y’can cook those over a fire, right? ...right? ❜ she looked at the directions, ❛ oh, also there’s some water too, actual water. like four bottles. ❜
❛ so are you and the giant crossbow dude - y’know... y’know! ❜
❛ who would’ve though jelly doesn’t have an expiration date? ❜ no, scout was pretty sure it did - it just hadn’t hit that point yet, ❛ you alright? ❜
❛ y’know, nature always wins. it sucks but these things? all this? it’s gonna win. people can’t stop killing each other. ❜
"STOP CALLING ME TATER NUTS!"
❛ your reaction is just too good though, too damn good. ❜
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“That’s cool.” “Whatever.” “STOP CALLING ME TATER NUTS!” “What a dumbass.” “I’m sorry you had to see that. I’m sorry I had to see that.” “I never thought of him as a guy. He’s more of a masculine girl. Like you!” “I’m in the presence of panties!” “She’s a tramp. No man can turn down a tramp.” “Get in the car, we’re going on a freakin’ date.” “We had sparkler dogs, we could win this thing!” “Are you working an angle here?” “I already love myself. I just wanna french someone.” “I’m not loving anyone that I’m not legally required to!” “OH MY GOD, ZEPPLIN! That’s a band, right?” “If I become a model, I won’t have to work or study or think ever again!” “I can’t be your second choice.” “Isn’t it a little early to be hopped up?” “Get the hell out of my pants!” “You two look sweaty and guilty.” “That was way too close. You need to learn to keep your hands off me!” “You know what your problem is? You’re really cute, so no one’s ever told you to shut your pie hole!” “You look scared. Like a deer in the headlights with its pants down.” “You were like siamese twins joined at the beard!” “I’ve done a lot of partying so, you know, my balance is off.” “It’s just a meaningless fling. We can stop whenever we want.” “YOU’RE BREAKING UP THE BAND, YOKO!” “I like it when you order me around in that uniform.” “I’m not supposed to be seen with scruffy guys like you.” “Do I really sicken you?” “I sicken me, because you’re supposed to sicken me, but you don’t.” “I like how scruffy you are.” “Do you mind not getting gooey and romantic while I’m trying to eat my breakfast?” “Oh, what a day! I am so happy! I’m gonna go throw up.” “I DON’T WANT TO SETTLE THIS! I don’t want to talk about it! I just want to pound you!” “Alright, get ready, here it comes… it’s coming… get ready…”
Anxiety is not a new concept, but it feels like a very privileged thing for me to be self conscious about like- Do people like me? Do people not like me? How do I look today? It’s like, that is a product of luxury. (x)
the heat burns ( knocks the breath from him, his hand instinctively coming up to tug scout away from the danger ) and he finds himself retreating back into the woods. part of him wants to go and just finish them off ( knife to the cranium ), but what are a couple more walkers in this world? ‘let’s go –’ and he’s pulling her behind him.
there’s remorse in scout’s eyes ( her quivering lower lip is a dead giveaway ), and for a moment she wishes and prays that maybe... somehow, though extremely unlikely; the innocent ones made it out. though, death’s much more akin to a relief when stuck in the maw of the wolves with a broken spine. her fingers are still laced with his as they set off. wordlessly she follows him into the night, into the darkness that he seems to navigate excellently. so when she pauses when they’ve reached a good distance, her eyes glance up at him. she needs to know, she needs some kind of affirmation. ❛ was that the right thing? ❜ the words are broken, and her hands are shaking. everything before seemed black and white, but that? that was completely gray.
starter call.
Describe yourself on anon and I'll say if I'd date you.
Age, gender, height, eye and hair color, then tell me what your favorite something (hobby, class, music, etc) and what kind of date you want to take me on.
‘no. you don’t leave me, i don’t leave you.’ he’s not fighting this point. shrugging the rifle off, he presses it into her hand ( and if his other hand comes up to clutch at hers, well – they can talk about his need for physical contact after this life or death situation ). ‘don’t miss.’
scout wants to point out his hypocrisy - how he just told her to run if it went south, but she bites her tongue. she glances down to his hand, squeezing it before letting go so she can handle the weapon. her eye glances down the sight as she lifts it. her breathing practically stops as the gun shoots, hitting the target dead on. her eyes widen as the gas tank explodes, incinerating the camp - killing both the innocent and the psychos that ran it. her hand grips his again. ❛ we need to go before they come back as dead ones. ❜
‘… can you?’ his marksmanship is fine, as of late ( it has to be ), but he’s still sore from his fall a few days ago, and doesn’t know if his aim would be steady enough.
scout isn’t sure. she’s scared and there’s not enough confidence in the world that can lift her where she needs to be. this is life and death, and she glances to solo one last time before nodding. ❛ yeah, gimme it. i can do it, ❜ she breathed, her hand moving to grab the gun, ❛ start walking. i’ll make sure i get the shot. ❜
‘then we’ll race, but you will run.’ he gets a glimpse of the men through the trees, and his blood runs cold ( there’s at least six of them, taking on another couple solo and scout had been following for a few days. things are not going well for the couple ).
❛ wait, ❜ scout’s eyes widen as she looks at what seems like a gas tank, the gears in her head begin to turn as she glances to the rifle solo carries, ❛ ...one shot and it goes kaboom. ❜
starter call.