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don’t ever feel bad for asking me to tag a trigger
i do not care what the trigger is
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your wellbeing is worth twenty extra seconds of my time at least
The floor creaked beneath him as he walked out on the porch. He'd slept over in that old abandoned house for the night, and the twittering of the birds outside had woken him up. The absence of the moaning and groaning of walkers would easily had made him believe that everything was back to normal again.
A noise beyond the fences startled the blond, and he immediately took hold of his gun at his belt. Carefully, he stepped forward, waiting to see what it was that had made a noise.
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It was odd having her previous action mimicked. She was certain he hadn’t realized it and it wasn’t particularly something she was worried about. He wasn’t mocking her— it was just an action.
“Thanks ..” she’d hummed.
In the mean time, as he rummaged through his pack, she took a glance around. There were walkers, but they were far enough away that they weren’t causing much concern. Leigh herself felt a bit weak, but if she was in to much danger she could muster enough to defend herself.
It was one of the advantages of adrenaline spikes, she supposed.
As it would happen, her attention had been drawn long enough that she hardly turned when the second item was offered to her. She didn’t realize it was water—— a drink at all, in fact— until he’d said something about it. She was already taking a toll on him, she could tell.
But she probably would have died without it.
“Thank you … again.”
Outstretching her hand a second time, she accepted the bottle and took a swig, not a large one, but one that was enough to quench her thirst and wet her lips.
“It probably isn’t my business, but … where are you headed? If you’re headed anywhere …”
"'Welcome," Leo said, smiling ever so slightly.
He listened to the birds chirp and flap their wings up above, making the tree leaves rustle above them. It reminded him of those long summer afternoons he'd spend running in his backyard, playing hide-and-seek with his older sisters.
And then he remembered his parents and how they'd treated him. He tried to forget his father, he'd been trying for so long now. He'd thought that maybe one day he'd even forget his face, but those dark eyes full of hatred and that mouth which always seemed to be pursed in anger never left Leo's mind.
For a moment, he seemed worried, sad, and frustrated at once.
Her voice brought him back to reality. He softly sighed, smiled at her once more and replied.
"California,"
The word tumbled out of his mouth as the thought of his sister, Susan, made it's way into his mind.
"I--uh, I hope to find some family there," If she was alive. "What about you?"
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Divided - thewalkingluke & carbxnated
I allowed myself to smile at the sound of this guy saying ‘Yes’, it felt like a weight had lifted off me and man.. it was hard to describe. I’d just leave it at a light flickering on in the dark, that sounded lame but I couldn’t think of anything else.. When I mentioned children in the group, I caught him looking much brighter and joyful then before, that’s just another thing that made him lean more towards helpin’ me and I was really grateful for that.
”Well, what I can say one’a them can hold their own pretty well for a little girl, she’s about 11 and she’s killed tons of lurkers out there. The other one, she’s about 15.. I worry for her more as her father hasn’t really spoken to her about them, she’s unbeknownst to those damn things out there.”
Leo frowned worriedly. He didn't think that leaving a young girl oblivious to the dangers surrounding her was healthy at all. "Ah--" he heaved, pushed himself to his feet and picked his bag up. "An eleven year-old killing walkers on her own, huh?" He smirked.
He hadn't seen a group and, to be quite honest, had no idea where they should start looking. The forest was wide and full of tall trees and finding people there wasn't an easy task. "Where were you headed with your group?" Leo asked. They had two choices: either they'd continued running away from Carver, or they'd gone back to wherever they'd come from in hopes of finding their friend again.
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Of course, I hadn’t thought of the danger that could be inflicted upon to just some guy, I was putting him in more risk then he ever was before this discussion. It didn’t matter though, he needed to find his group and with someone by my side.. could be a lot easier.
”You can trust ‘em, we have kids in our group. 2 little girls, one with her daddy and one on her own, just took her in, actually. We wouldn’t have kids around us if we were bad people and c’mon man, do I really look like a bad guy to you? I’m just another person tryin’ to survive but I have formed a close bond with my group and god.. if anything happened to them. Well, about the guy, you could say we had our differences and we just couldn’t accept that. Is that enough?”
I only hoped it got through to this guy, if he didn’t accept that.. then I’m screwed and I’ll probably be dead in a couple’a days. THEY would be probably be dead.
Leo thought about it for a while. Whatever it was that Carver dude was after, he sure wouldn't find it with Leo. Maybe he wasn't that much of a threat for him? Besides, this young man was looking for his group, he seemed harmless. Unless he was trying to lure Leo to this group and kill him or something. For all he knew they were cannibals.
"Fine," Leo agreed, after some thought. What were the chances of this guy and his group being cannibals? They were probably busy trying to survive, he had no reason to fear them. "Children, huh?" Leo smiled, and then a look of worry took over his face, "Aren't you afraid something might happen to them? I mean, if you left that cabin because of that Carver dude," the young man began, "Well, uh, I mean... They're easy bait, for the walkers and all." He hadn't seen a single living child since before the outbreak. If he had, he probably would have protected them. It would have given him someone else to think about aside from himself.
Leo. That was a name she hadn’t heard before— even if she had heard it it seemed a rare chance that she’d remember it. Or them. Her mind was hardly in the proper place at the moment. The headache was setting in, one of which was caused due to her thirst.
Parched lips pursed, a skeptical eye befalling him as he handed her the bar. It was food and she was sure he had no reason to poison her … A hand reached foreword none the less, accepting it no matter the risk that could be hidden within it’s wrapping.
As for her name … Her name. It seemed to have s l i p p e d her mind for just a moment.
“Leigh——”
"Leigh..." Leo repeated, looking at the girl. He didn't remember ever meeting anyone with that name. "Nice name."
He looked in his bag, searching for anything useful that he might have in there. More energy bars, ammo, a knife, an apple that he'd picked the previous day from a tree; his hand searched, finally settling on something.
A bottle.
He looked at the content of the bottle, making sure it was water. It seemed like it. He hadn't found a water source in days, and he hadn't come across a grocery or some other place that could hide anything that could be drunk. The young man opened it and took a sip, tasting it.
He shrugged and offered it to Leigh, "It's not fresh, but looks like you might need a drink." He'd noticed her dry lips. She'd need the water more than he did.
Divided - thewalkingluke & carbxnated
”I have a group out there, ‘bout 6 of em, I don’t really know. We’re on the run from someone, a man named Carver. Real dangerous guy.. ugh, look man, I’m not a threat, I hope you don’t assume that.”
I don’t know if I should have told him that but that was the thing that rolled through my mind at the moment and all I wanted to do was find my friends. Maybe he could be of some help if I convince him. I sat down on the nearest rock next to me and smiled with sadness still present in my features
”If you help me out, find my group.. I might be able to help you out? That sound fair? I have a few things at the cabin back the way but we’d have to move out instantly afterwards, y’know.. because of the guy that’s looking for me.. well and my group..”
Leo listened to him, nodded, shrugged, and looked before him in thought. He hadn't seen that Carver guy, or those six other people this guy was looking for. But whatever it was they had at their cabin could sure be useful for Leo. Who knows? Some canned beans, medicine, ammo, fuel... Anything that could help him survive outside would be great.
He wasn't sure, though. If these guys were on the run from dangerous people, that would probably put him in danger, too. He didn't mind the danger, he just didn't want some crazy asshole out there trying to kill him just because he'd helped this kid find the rest of his people. He sat back down on the same rock and placed a hand beneath his chin in thought.
"Sounds like an interesting deal..." Leo muttered. He scratched at his beard and crossed his arms. "Hm, how do I know the rest of your group isn't a threat, huh?" He asked, cocking a brow, "And that Carver guy, what's his deal? Why's he chasing y'all? Did you do something wrong? D'ya kill someone he knew?"
Shelter || Rose & Leo
Rose watched the sun slowly go down, sometimes forgetting that it was crucial to find shelter before dark. The woman had been somehow off the past couple of days, but it was clear that she needed to eat something. Starving was one of the hardest things to get used to, and as time passed by it oddly got harder for the once mechanic. She had been roaming alone for quite sometime before she one day found Leo. Like many people she’d encountered, she connected with him on many levels, especially on their mutual love for cars. Rose had once worked in a garage, and life was great until the dead began to roam the Earth. Now, she just hoped to survive another day and not become food.
"We should head towards suburbia, maybe even find a nice house to occupy for a few days…" she whispered, following closely behind Leo. The thought of her finding a nice comfy bed kept her going. For once, she wanted to sleep somewhere else, instead of the cold hard ground in the middle of nowhere. It was hard to get some decent sleep. The thought of a nice comfy bed reminded her of home, but now wasn’t the time to think about the past. They needed to move forward and seek shelter before it got dark.
Leo occasionally stopped by car wrecks, checking if, by any chance, he could repair one of them and drive to some place safer. He was disappointed; so far, he'd found nothing. He wasn't looking for a spotless Ferrari or anything, but as long as the thing had enough fuel and wheels that could take them far enough, he'd be glad. He paced down the road, looking hopefully up at the sky. He didn't want it to get too dark yet. They needed to find a place to stay, and quickly.
"Yeah," Leo said, listening to Rose. A house would be great, and finding a nice neighborhood where the owners would have left their home wide open in panic would be perfect. They could barricade the house, run errands whenever it was necessary, eat as they pleased, and sleep. Seemed like a good plan. They probably wouldn't have to worry about anything else for a week or two. "Yeah, sounds like a great idea. Think we're close enough to do the trip on foot?" he asked.
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Divided - thewalkingluke & carbxnated
I didn’t know if he was joking or lying, I didn’t know anything except this guy was quite the asshole in my eyes. I was still clutching my blade tightly but something kept me from harming him, or worse, killing him in cold blood. My expression was pretty angry/scared at this point, you could tell on my face, I’ll keep him talking but if he tries anything, he’s done.
”I’m on my own out here, I’m, uh, searching for some people, that’s all I’m going to say. So then, why don’t you tell me now, where did you come from? It’s pretty obvious you look beat, anyone can tell that much. You got kicked out of some kind of faction, group or something?”
Questions and questions, that is all what was going to take place right now. In all honesty, I’d rather be searching for the group then standing here gossiping. to some guy.
People.
The word hit Leo in the face. He stood up, wary, his eyes fixed on the other guy. "Searching for some people, huh? What sort of people? Dangerous people? They followin' you?" He asked, before pursuing, "They gonna kill me, huh?"
This kid could, after all, be dangerous.
Yeah, he did look beat. He'd ran out of a fire, hit walkers in his car and almost died, tripped into a river, cut his lip. He had a bruise on his left cheek and blood on his shirt. He hadn't noticed how bad he must have looked. He didn't really care, given he wasn't planning on having a tea party with anyone under the circumstances.
"None of your business," Leo retorted. Realizing that this could make the boy believe that he was a threat, he quickly added, "Got hurt here and there. Shit happens. I already told you, I ain't joined any groups. People only slow you down,"
Leo spat on the ground. He was thirsty.
"Who're you looking for out here, anyway?" He asked, warily.
His stepping back made her fearful. He was going to leave her with those things. Those monsters that had no regret— not guilt. They would devour her flesh in the night and not have a second thought about it. That’s how they were … d e s i g n e d.
Walkers didn’t feel.
They didn’t care.
Oh but she— she did.
With a frown sinking slowly upon her lips, her own steps were taken. She was no longer moving foreword, but back. A few steps. The only thing worse then being left behind was being left behind after your last hope ran a knife through the hot flesh and muscle to keep you from pacing comfortably after them. Instead you’d be left staggering.
She could still feel the scar burning. It itched, but she resisted the need to brush it. The pain would have to wait. A question had fallen from his mouth— one which was likely something he had to learn to ask.
‘You on your own?’
A l o n e .
Horribly and deservingly so.
All she could offer was a nod of her head, the straps of her pack tugged closer, tighter, within her weakening grip. She needed help of she was going to die. It wasn’t as if she was incapable of fending for herself. No, she was quite good at that. She’d done it for years and years.
Oh, but she needed a shoulder now.
She was alone, but she didn’t have to remain that way.
She could find company.
He had no reason to hurt her. She was no threat. At least, he thought so. He didn't want to get too attached, though. He'd already lost Sam, he didn't want to lose someone close to him again. "I'm Leo," he said, trying to smile. Since the outbreak, he'd smiled out of pain, out of fear, out of anger. Smiles with no emotion, meant to heal nobody else's pain but his. But this time, he tried to comfort her.
He'd rarely ever comforted someone before.
"What's your name?" Leo asked, opening his bag and offering an energy bar to the girl. He thought she might need it. He'd already eaten a rabbit that he'd cooked in a small fire that morning. He'd hunt for more food later. For a moment, he stopped thinking about the time and the vehicle he was supposed to be looking for.
That could wait. Couldn't it?
