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ellisbethany:

She almost didn’t recognise him; Bethany had never had all that much to do with Carl. She had always kept her hands clean as much as possible; he worked in the field, getting deep into the muck that lay in every corner of New York. He was good at it, but they operated in two different worlds, connected merely by one string that tied everyone together. Gang war. She hadn’t spoken to him in forever; and a brief memory of the gala flickered into her mind. Gummy bears. A night of wine and networking - a night that ended with a large bang. She’d put it out of her mind for so long, but everything was already colliding, dragging her back down into the muck. And yet he looked exactly the same as when she’d last seen him, there was no sign that his life had self imploded like so many of theirs

Not that she’d have been able to tell from her position, standing in the coffee shop. All she knew was that she hadn’t seen Carl in a long time, and they both knew it. “Carl” she nodded at him, trying to fix her features into a somewhat welcoming. Really she looked more guarded than perhaps she had hoped for, but what was she to do, his words told her everything she had feared. They hadn’t expected to see her back again. Perhaps they had even hoped she had gone for good. And now her she was like a bad penny. His words weren’t harsh, but all she could hear was an accusation, a suspicion towards her. “Yeah, I…had to take some time away” she explained, skimming across the details, her voice quiet. “How have you been Carl?”

He hadn’t expected anything in particular. Bethany and him hadn’t been particularly close, nor had they gotten to know much about one another. Simply they had worked on the same side of the table; fighting for the same cause in very different ways. Where as some Carl had grown fairly close to over the years; Ashley, Rosie and Hallie, of course, there were always the other members of the Hearts that were on his radar but... only that. That wasn’t to say he didn’t care for those people though - or that he hadn’t worried when Bethany disappeared, wondering if perhaps that would be the last time he’d ever see the woman again. 

“Don’t we all.” He mumbled, shifting in his spot with a nod as she explained the needed ‘time away’. Honestly he believed every single one of them needed time away from this; from here. Perhaps permanently, and honestly that was one of the real reasons he was surprised to see her at all. He simply figured that if she had gotten out that... that’s where she would have stayed. Far, far away. “...Same old, I reckon. S’always gonna be like that around here.” Unfortunately. “I uh.... I’m honestly trying t’find a way t’get some time away myself.... Preferably with Hallie... also preferably forever. But... You know how that goes.” 

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halliewebbs:

“I hope you know I don’t believe you.” She offered without looking up, surveying the list of options - knowing she was tired because her eyes were scanning over the same two columns again and again, not really absorbing any of it. But this was easy with Carl. He was the best thing she had in her life right now, so it was easy to lean on that, relax in the familiar territory of talking to him, even joking with him, sort of. 

“Yeah. Here’s hoping.” She genuinely just gave up, pushing the menu toward Carl in a silent offer, her hand still clasping his as they spoke, voices low as they faced each other in the booth. “But nothing is normal.” She finished the sentence for him. “Rosie’s still grieving, and who knows what the hell anyone is doing.” She looked at him for a second, huffing a sardonic sort of laugh. “You know, I’ve thought more than once that it would be a perfect time to get out of all this, but I think it’s probably too late for that. Can’t really cut and run when they need us most.”

“...Well I mean I ain’t gonna prove it...” He mumbled with a small breath of a laugh, his free hand gently sliding the menu towards him after Hallie was done looking over it, more out of habit than actually wanting anything. He had little appetite most days anyway, and something told him any more coffee and he’d have a heart attack on the spot. However there was something comforting about glancing over the words - an attempt to feign some kind of normalcy in a place where ... as Hallie said; nothing was. 

For a moment the man was silent, letting Hallie’s words float around in his mind with a small nod. It wasn’t that she wasn’t right - ...he just wondered if maybe she was wrong. That maybe now would be the best time to cut ties and get the hell out while they were still breathing. “Do they?” He wondered aloud, blue hues glancing up towards the woman as his thumb idly traced over the soft lines of her hand. “...I mean.. the mission’s over, isn’t it? The thing Matt sought out t’do originally? That fell to pieces a long time ago. ...and the Diamonds? Wren’s in jail. They might as well pull off while they’re ahead. Not t’mention the third group -.... is that even our fight anymore? Why are we still here?.... Why is Rosie still leadin’ the helm of somethin’ we ain’t got no business in anymore... What are we still fighting for?” His words were quiet - not accusative or meant with ill-intent, but simply curious - because honestly? If you asked Carl what the Hearts purpose was? He wouldn’t be able to tell you anymore. 

So why were they still risking their lives for it?

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ellisbethany:

The entirety of the taxi ride over, she found herself second guessing herself. Plotting out her speech, deciding her line of argument when people questioned why she’d gone for so long; every time she reached a decent argument, she found herself undoing her own arguments with just a few short words. Truly she wanted to avoid all embarrassment, she wanted to just walk in and for no one to blink an eye, but of course she wouldn’t have extended that pleasure to anyone else who tried to walk back into the fold, so why would they do that for her. They’d be within their rights to after all - she had rather upped sticks and left the city without any warning. As much as she’d have liked to have slipped in and step back into old shoes, somehow she felt that she was going to hit her fair share of resistance

These thoughts stayed in her mind as she entered the Hearts building, as she buzzed herself in and allowed the elevator to carry her up the floors; the short walk to her office filled with uncomfortable stares on her back, interns nudging each other as she walked to the room that was her office, name plate on the door as always. Indeed, everything was as always. A few things moved here and there, an intern who had been in to clean things up, but nothing too far out of place. Like she’d never gone. And, as soon as she sat herself down in front of her desk, hands tracing familiar routes as they powered on her laptop, as she placed her phone in its standard place, as she adjusted the papers on her desk that had been over flowing when she’d been around, and had only grown in her time away

It took only an hour before she found herself desperate for coffee, but not for the prying stares, and before she knew it she found herself cutting a familiar route to the coffee shop which, until recently had always known her order and had it ready. But not now. The baristas were all new, but the queue just as long as always. She clutched her phone tightly, skimming through emails as the queue surged forward, and she missed the step slightly, knocking her elbow against the arm of the person in front of her. Which was all she needed, to be knocking people in queues. “Sorry, my apologies I didn’t mean to bump you” she muttered, keeping her gaze low to avoid the face of the person she’d knocked against

The bump startled him - even if he was ever aware of his surroundings, a sudden uninvited touch wasn’t something he had been expecting. The Texan tensed up slightly, as if he expected a second bump to follow, or perhaps the cold of a gun to press up against his back - maybe even a shot to ring out within the small cafe. God only knew in times like this, what else could possibly go wrong, right? However a second after, a familiar voice rang out from behind him, apologizing about the unintentional hit as Carl’s brows furrowed slightly. He hadn’t heard that voice in... months, maybe even a year. Long since before all hell had truly broken loose in New York. 

Turning slightly in the line, blue hues were quick to identify the woman behind him, a small smile curling at his lips as a small huff of a laugh came from him. “No problem...” Was all he said at first, wondering if the woman would even remember him - or if she even worked for them anymore. Not everyone had a memory like him. “Didn’t expect t’see y’here again, Bethany.” It wasn’t an accusation by any sorts - but simply gentle surprise at the woman’s appearance back here in the area. 

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halliewebbs:

 Carl’s wasn’t the face she had expected to see, but she wasn’t complaining, certainly. It had just caught her off-guard - a dangerous situation, she was finding. It was something she found herself chiding herself for even as she relaxed, looking across at Carl, the embarrassment visibly slipping off of her face, softening. 

“I dunno. You’ve never been bad at anything, far as I can tell.” She smiled as she brushed her fingers over the plastic cover on the menu before she picked it up again, searching the page it was still open on. She considered his question as she searched the page, deciding silently that a cup of coffee was very much in order before she looked up to meet Carl’s gaze again. 

“I think it was okay. Nothing spectacular, but that’s what practice is for. I still don’t like it, but…. beggars can’t be choosers.” She found herself looking down toward her purse for a moment, pushing the bag further into the corner - both in a sort of attempt to hide it and just because she wanted some distance from the task in front of her. She sighed before she reached across the table with one open hand - an invitation with no expectation. “Where did you run off to this afternoon?”

The Texan gave a small breath of a laugh at the woman’s comment, his head shaking slightly as he glanced down at the menu Hallie was toying with in front of her. The service industry certainly wasn’t his favorite, but it didn’t mean he lacked experience in it unfortunately. Being a bartender had its perks... people had an awful lot of issues they openly liked to discuss with the person getting their drinks for them. Half the time he never even needed to say a word in response. Being a waiter though? That would require a bit more... social interaction. 

“I’m bad at plenty of things.” He pointed out, knowing it was more true than she likely thought. The things he was bad at just happened to be different than things that most people were bad at. “Being a waiter would be one of ‘em. Believe me.” 

Carl felt his brow raise slightly as Hallie pushed the bag away from her, the Texan noting the behavior with a tilt of his head as he listened to her words. Part of him wasn’t surprised - she was a hands on kind of person, but quite literally. She did hand to hand stuff, fought with her own muscles and tactics. Having to bring a gun into that equation would make anyone uncomfortable, but she was right. They didn’t really have a choice in these kinds of moments. Even Carl had to learn how to pick his pistol up again after avoiding everything to do with guns ever since he’d been shot. He couldn’t afford to shy away from that of all things anymore. “You’ll pick it up quick enough...” He muttered, raising his hand to gently place in Hallie’s own, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Nowhere special. Still trying to run recon loops like everything’s normal....” 

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halliewebbs:

As a rule, Hallie didn’t care very much for guns. Something about them just felt dirty, felt wrong. She was far more used to fighting with her body, training herself physically. But unfortunately, that just didn’t quite seem feasible anymore. Maybe she was just paranoid, but it felt better to be safe than sorry, particularly after being kidnapped. She had failed then, but now she needed to move forward. With Sixes gone and Wren Diamond in jail, she could also simply see that the world was getting vastly more unpredictable. 

So she had bought a hand gun and sought out someone who could teach her how to use it - the gang could easily have done just as much, but it seemed more appropriate to get her training where she would just look more like a concerned citizen than someone depending on a weapon. She was on her way back from the lesson, all too aware of the weapon weighing down her purse as she let herself into a street corner diner, taking a seat at one of the booths.

She was wrapped up in the menu, enough that she didn’t notice someone was approaching her table until she saw their feet and glanced up, halfway through giving her order before she stopped short, embarrassed. “…You’re not the server. Sorry.” She cleared her throat and shifted in her seat, setting the menu down. “…Do you want to sit?”

Things....Things had changed recently. A lot, it seemed. Though Carl couldn’t say they’d ever really had their shit together, it seemed more now than ever, he had no idea which direction they were turning in. The gang had lost Sixes, and while Carl found that both as a personal ‘victory’, and a professional loss, the man couldn’t help but wonder where that left the Hearts. The Texan wasn’t sure where Rosie would lead them - if they still had the same mission, or if they were going to continue existing at all. 

It certainly didn’t help that Wren Diamond had gotten himself thrown in jail - or...maybe it did. Honestly he didn’t have a damn clue what any of it meant anymore... All he knew was that the two oldest gangs were going through a change of leadership, and a third was still looming out there - likely watching and lying in wait for the perfect moment to strike....

The reconnaissance man hadn’t meant to catch sight of Hallie - having had their path split much earlier that morning as they both had things to do, however whether he naturally found his gaze landing on her, or it was all a game of chance; he wasn’t sure. Still, the man had managed to catch sight of the brunette as she entered the corner diner, his lips turning down in a small frown as uneven steps followed closely behind.  

He hadn’t even moved to say anything when Hallie spoke first, blue eyes briefly meeting brown as he watched the embarrassment take over her features. He had to admit, it was kind of endearing. Slipping wordlessly into the opposite booth, Carl let his hands gently fold together atop the table, his brow raising slightly in her direction before a small sigh slipped between his lips. “If I was I’d be a pretty shitty one, don’t y’think?” He teased quietly, fingers tapping lightly along the surface as he offered a small smile. “...How’d it go?” 

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declancross:

“Christmas just starts coming sooner and sooner,” he said, watching as a couple of department store employees were working in a window display that seemed to be primarily made up of snowflakes and tinsel. Declan had nothing at all against the holiday season, though they did make him a little ‘homesick’ as it made him think of life when he was younger, where his parents were still alive and his brother hadn’t turned completely into a terrorizing sociopath.

Carl gave a small breath of a laugh at the man’s comment, raising a silent brow as he followed the other’s gaze towards the department store window. He wasn’t sure if it was comforting or annoying that the workers were beginning the grueling decorating process for Christmas....in November. Though he had to suppose it was better than those who started the day after Halloween.... He liked Christmas too, but... there is a time and place. “...Seems t’happen once every few hundred days.” The Texan spoke, a small hint of a smirk curling on his lips as he shrugged. “Think it’s in the 350 range... Could be wrong though.” 

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thesilentstone:

Thanksgiving was right around the corner and he was looking over the list in which his mom emailed him on what to get. It wasn’t that she couldn’t do it herself, she just had been so busy. So he’d gotten the turkey last week but this time he needed to get the spices. She had a calendar of when to get everything, so this was not going to be different at all. His finger scrolled over the screen slowly, nodding a few times until he was reaching for a hand basket to carry everything he needed. “Oh, sorry. I’m a bit distracted.” He said, handing them the basket while he grabbed another for himself. “I really need to put my phone down sometimes.”

Thanksgiving, like most holidays, used to be a big to-do in the Seerey family. It was usually a three day event... one dedicated to prep and cooking, the actual holiday, and the needed day of recovery from all the food and family time well spent. However ever since the man had moved north and begun his...less than acceptable way of life, holidays as a whole stopped being as important; after all, if he couldn’t celebrate with family, what was the point? 

However, this year he supposed he at least had Hallie and Ashley. The two were his family now, and he had to suppose he was theirs as well, considering. So with the fest right around the corner, the Texan supposed he should really go shopping and gather some of the shit he’d need to make old family recipes. Carl didn’t miss the blurred movement in his line of vision, his hand immediately stalling in it’s movement towards the baskets as blue hues narrowed slightly on the other man. Tucker. He’d met the man once before - a brief interaction on a hot summer’s day, but he remembered the name and the face like he remembered everything else; quite perfectly. “...Problem of a generation.” He teased quietly, accepting the basket with a small nod of thanks as he let the object hang by his side. “...Can’t say m’much better...Might not be a phone but... thoughts are equally distractin’ anyways.” 

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thequeenxfhearts:

It felt like coming full circle. Carl standing in his own silent vigil while her world fell apart. The last time they had been here, Carl had helped her work through her anger but somehow she didn’t think he could help her figure out the cacophony of emotions that she was currently working through. There was grief, of course. Tinged with so much anger that she couldn’t figure out how she had ended up here. 

“It’s from before.” Rosalie answered Carl as she glanced back down at it once more. Stacking the photo away in the box to stop herself from trying to overthink it. She’d been in here when he was married to Nora. She’d seen how the photos of the two of them had vanished suddenly, replaced by memories of their life together. It had stung. Much like everything Matt had done back then, but this stupid photo had been tucked away at the back of his desk. Untouched by Nora’s obliteration of Rosalie from her new husband’s life. At the mention of the mug, Rosalie snatched it up from the box and set it on the desk for Carl to see. “You underestimate just how much of a hoarder Matt was.”

It’s from before. He supposed she meant before the affair - before the man tried to throw away the best thing that was ever going to happen to him for a fling. He’d been furious for her when he’d heard the news, but even so.. He didn’t doubt he ever lost the love he’d originally felt for Rosie. That even though he’d been an idiot, that he didn’t still love his wife - this wife. The Texan had to figure that was why he still kept pictures like that around. Why he hadn’t just thrown them out like he did his marriage. 

Walking further into the room, Carl felt his brow furrow deeply as Rosalie presented the mug he’d mentioned offhandedly, the image of the ‘gag gift’ drawing his expression into one of genuine surprise as a small breath of a laugh slipped through his lips. “...I guess I did.” He replied with a small shake of his head. Honestly he would have thought something like that would have went directly into the trash as soon as he laid eyes on it, and yet?... There it was. Letting blue eyes wander back up to Rosie’s own, Carl tilted his head slightly, letting his hands rest along his belt loops as he offered the woman a small sliver of a comforting smile. “...Stupid question — but...you okay?” 

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thequeenxfhearts:

James hadn’t rushed her. He hadn’t wanted to step on toes when it came to Matt’s office but it was time. They couldn’t leave it as some sort of shrine to the man that was now gone. They had to move on. It was the only way to honour his memory. To file away all of the moments to pull out when times were tough. But the material things? His memorabilia and his files? They needed to be packed away. Even if with every single object it felt like another part of her heart withered before her very eyes. 

She was seated behind Matt’s desk in Hartwell Industries, sifting through the knick knacks and horde of paper clips in his desk when she came upon a photo she had forgot even existed. It was this goofy photo of the two of them, baseball caps on and a beer in each hand. They looked happy. Happier than she ever remembered being. A fresh wave of tears sprung to her eyes even as the door swung open, signalling another helper for this deluge of never ending tasks. “I didn’t even realise he had kept this.”

Carl was perhaps one of the very few members of the Hearts that barely blinked at the news of Matthew’s death. It wasn’t that he was a cruel and heartless man, but the two had never been on the same page, and what had started as minor conflicts had long since simmered into bitterness distaste on the Texan’s end, and when he’d heard that the man was no longer with them? Well he wasn’t surprised - at least by that fact. The innocent way in which he’d went,...now that had been slightly odd, but the general end in which he faced? Not at all. He’d expected it sooner honestly. 

However the Texan couldn’t pretend he didn’t feel empathy for those who were heavily affected by the man’s death; one person standing out more than the rest on that front. Rosie had never had it easy. When she finally found happiness it seemed like it was stripped away from her relatively quickly, and the man knew she’d be hurting right now, and he had an idea of where to go to look for her. Gently pressing the door to Matt’s old office open, blue eyes quickly landing on the tear stained expression Rosalie held, as his lips were quick to press into a tight frown. Studying the photo the woman referenced, Carl felt his shoulders go up in an uncertain shrug as he offered half a smile. “It’s a photo of you.... ‘course he kept it.” Even if the pairs relationship was rocky at best... it didn’t mean that Carl didn’t think that Matt loved Rosie in the best way that he could. “...It’s that mug we made for him with those terrible pictures that he probably didn’t keep, y’know...” 

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supply run | carl

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halliewebbs:

@carlseerey

It was frankly amazing she’d managed to talk him into leaving the Hearts HQ with her. It wasn’t as if she could at all blame him for not wanting to come - no one really wanted to venture too far past the safety of walls, and Carl even less so after everything that had happened. But sometimes she just liked to try and talk him into fresh air and a walk outside the building. Perhaps she’d just gotten lucky.

It helped that it was a sunny day. She didn’t know for sure, but had a theory that the creatures - zombies, whatever the hell you wanted to call them - avoided sunlight because their skin had gotten so thin. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but it was something to keep her going, to make this easier. People had to eat - it was her job to make that happen.

Keeping her gun within easy reach, she still couldn’t resist reaching over to take Carl by the hand as they walked, despite the fact their situation didn’t exactly scream romance - rubble and gravel crunching under her boots as they walked down a Brooklyn alleyway. 

“I told you it wouldn’t be too bad. Maybe you’re my lucky charm.”

He wasn’t sure what made him change his mind - knowing that last time he’d actually ventured out far enough past their den of safety, his entire world had come crashing down for reasons other than just the... apocalypse shit. 

Yet it was still hard to say no to Hallie. Especially when he worried for her every second she left the HQ. Though like always, he never doubted her abilities and strength, knowing she could handle herself, but at the same time, these... things were unnatural. They moved faster, and more ruthlessly than any human he knew of, and no matter how well you were versed on shit like this? They could still get the jump on someone, Carl was sure of it.

The hand suddenly wrapping around his own - though warm, and caring in nature, still got a small flinch out of the Texan, his eyes darting down before he realized the grip was his girlfriend’s own, and not one of the dead’s. Giving her hand a gentle squeeze, Carl tightening his grip along his bat, carefully pointing the sharp knife he’d embedded into it away from the pair as they walked, keeping at the ready even if he was more than sure he wouldn’t use it regardless. 

“...Now why’d y’even go n’ say that.” Carl spoke after a moment, his voice a quiet mix of defeat and dread as blue hues met her own. “...Y’know y’just jinxed us now, right? S’how that works n’all...” 

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@hearts.

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amy-hartwell:

Amy rolled her eyes, wrapping the duvet around her. If she wanted she could stand there and argue with him over the fact that no matter what, as her brother had said this was still her space. Though considering she wasn’t exactly clothed, she wasn’t really in the mood to argue with a man she had only met because of the outbreak. 

“Whatever” she replied as she walked passed him. Her elbow brushing against his “Not like I’m ever given choice anyway” you could hear the annoyance her voice. A craps night sleep and constantly feeling like she was watched and babied never left her in a great mood.

His nan had always warned him; make sure you’re always wearing clothes in case of some damned emergency - it was right along with the ‘make sure you wear clear underwear in case you have to go to the hospital’ warning... He always thought they were a joke. Yet the woman in front of him brought a bit of a different light to those words, blue eyes only glancing over the woman for a second before they focused on something else out of respect, but at the same time he still noticed the lack of... coverage. God forbid they had to get out of here, and this girl would be fucking clinging to a goddamned blanket. 

Carl was snapped out of his thoughts by the nudge of an elbow past his own, his lips turning up slightly in annoyance as he narrowed his eyes towards the spot along the floor he’d chosen to look at. “Oh grow up.” He muttered, snapping towards the younger Hartwell with a shake of his head. “There’s people dyin’ and you’re here complainin’ bout how some spoiled brat like yourself ‘never’ gets a choice?” A soft scoff followed his words, his eyes rolling lightly as he fought for once in his life not to raise his voice. It seemed everyone in this family had a habit of bringing out the worst in him. 

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@hearts.

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amy-hartwell:

“Are you actually fucking kidding me. I swear since the outbreak people have started losing their minds. Can’t you see I was sleeping.”

There weren’t a lot of things that bothered Carl - he was rather easily to get along with despite his lack of conversation, and even now that the world had gone to hell and he’d lost more than a few of the things most important to him, the Texan was still relatively easy going. So it was slightly surprising that Amy’s words had managed to cause the hair on the back of his neck to stand up in irritation, disliking the way the woman had acted since the start of this madness. Sure, it was stressful, and shitty, and awful, but every single person had to deal with it as well - it didn’t give the woman a right to act the way she did. 

Though given her family, he really couldn’t blame her all that much. 

“..I saw... n’I said there’s injured who could use this space more than you.” He repeated quietly, his voice calm even as his eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance, head tilting slightly as he watched the woman’s expression carefully. 

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Task: 007 — Zombie Apocalypse AU 

Age: 40 

Affiliation: The Hearts

Position: Head of Recon

Information: 

There wasn’t a bigger nightmare that Carl could have pictured than the one they were living now. The streets were full of people - people he actively recognized - that were turned into.... monsters that the lot of them weren’t. It was awful. He’d watched a handful of them die within the first day, the horror never really being wiped from his mind. As time went on, people adjusted, finding shelter, and learning how to cope in their new ‘habitat’. Carl didn’t. 

There was only one time the man had ever taken away a life. He’d been backed into a corner and hadn’t had a choice in the matter, the gun in his hands feeling much too heavy as he pulled the trigger on the zombie that had gotten far too close before he’d made the choice. It physically hurt him to do it - to end a life, whether they’d been lost to the virus or not, it wasn’t acceptable. It haunted him to think that one day they might find a cure for this and that the woman he shot down would never get a chance to see her friends and family again... all because of him. 

He couldn’t bring himself to kill them after that. Even if they bore little resemblance to the people he remembered or knew, or even people he didn’t recognize at all, he still couldn’t bring himself to put a gun to their heads. It made him nearly useless in theory, the rest of the Hearts stuck together fighting for their lives, and all Carl could do was keep his eyes open. It wasn’t far off from his normal job, anyway.. he never used to bring harm to people before... and he sure wasn’t about to try any more. 

It didn’t take long to lose his best friend. The man forced to stay holed up in the Hearts HQ for quite a while, not allowed to venture out unless on an assigned mission, and even then there were times the Texan only made it a block or two before having to retreat back to the safety the shelter provided. It was only a few months later when the man finally found a way back to his apartment, and confirmed the suspicions he had from the start. Rocko hadn’t been able to survive the time on his own - without a fresh supply of food or water, nor a person to make sure his heat lamp was turned on and off at the appropriate times, the bearded dragon just simply hadn’t made it. 

In this world, Carl was simply lost. Most days he spent praying;... praying for an end to the chaos, or if that if he was going to die, if he could just die peacefully, and not in the agonizing way he’d seen other’s fall. 

But mostly he prayed for others. That the lot of them would be okay, that by some divine miracle all of them could stay safe in this madness. That eventually... New York would return to the way Carl used to complain about - a time he now regretted hating. 

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29, 49, 61

29. What is your favorite expletive?

Answered. 

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? 

I..don’t think I would even if I could. That’s playing God, and I certainly don’t believe in doing that man’s job myself. Besides, m’luck and I’d create some mutant disaster Godzilla or somethin’. 

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

I never do. Horoscopes are never something I worried about, nor took the time of day t’bother with. Though perhaps I should have. Maybe some of them say ‘Real likely t’get shot today, stay inside and watch Jeopardy instead’. 

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4, 10, 12, 47

4. What is your favorite word?

Hope. 

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Sleeping... A real exciting answer, I’m sure. 

12. Who told you they loved you last?

Hallie. 

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? 

...How’d you do it? 

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30, 31, 64

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

Anything of Ashley’s. Kid values his stuff more than I do, I’m sure. S’long as everyone’s safe, there isn’t too much I worry about in terms of personal possessions. 

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Answered. 

64. What do you think about babies?

Adorable, and easier to deal with than adults. Certainly wouldn’t mind having one of my own, if everything wasn’t goin’ t’hell here. 

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14, 29, 51

14. What is your current desktop picture?

 (x)

29. What is your favorite expletive?

Answered. 

51. Are you a good liar?

Sometimes. It’s usually just easier t’avoid the ‘honest’ answer than t’just straight lie though.