to serve & protect

Dean. Twenty-Eight. [ Parkour, Lock-Picking, Firearms. ] more of a temporary member

[buriedbody]

DROP THE GAME / SILAS & DEAN — @deantheprxtectxr​ 

The footsteps had been trailing him for quite some time now, and it was safe to say that they didn’t belong to an innocent pedestrian that happened through the same parts of the woods as he was. Silas had learned at quite a young age to make inferences based on just the sound of footsteps. You could tell so much about someone from the way their feet tapped on the ground; their height, their weight and build, their current emotion. The footsteps that were currently following him were those of someone who was looking for something, looking for him. It was funny, usually he was the one doing the stalking.

The traces of a smirk passed over his face, although the person was likely unable to see it from behind him. “You’re not as quiet as you might imagine.” He paused his own footsteps, speaking slowly and clearly for his shadow’s sake. Silas turned towards the direction of the stranger. 

[deantheprxtectxr-blog]

Dean never intended to stay so long, but the longer he did, the more he noticed about these people -- things like sentimental items, habits, preferences, and, in the case of Silas Hale, strange quirks that seemed wildly out of place. It didn't start with David, but that event certainly increased Dean's suspicioun of the man. When he saw Silas wander into the woods, seemingly for no reason, he decided he may as well follow in the hopes of finding out something more.

"Wasn't trying to be," Dean replied, although it was a bit of a lie. He'd hoped he wouldn't be stopped, but stealth had never been a strength. "I figured you might need some help out here; it's not safe alone." Dean's hand traveled to the gun on hip him, attempting it to come off more as a gesture of help than as a threat.

[deantheprxtectxr-blog]

In their current situation, when one hears a strange noise in the dead of night, knowing that everyone else is asleep, the natural reaction is combination of paranoia and defense. So, when the distinct noise of rusted farm tools falling sounded through the barn, followed shortly by the lazy shuffling of feet, Dean immediately began looking for the source. When he spotted a shadow, he didn't hesistate to approach and grab the arm of who he hoped what uninfected. "What the hell are you doing wandering around in here?"

[nikoliwells-blog]

Although Nikoli had been with the group for two months he hadn’t really began to socialize with too many people. He had been a loner even before coming to the group. After a minute of watching the fuss, Nikoli slowly backed away, hoping to find a secluded spot away from all the drama. David and Nikoli didn’t really get along, so he was a bit indifferent to the whole ordeal. A few minutes later, he found a quieter spot and took a seat on a rock. He had been hoping to have time to himself, but after a minute – too short of a time period for his liking – Nikoli heard a rustle from behind him. It was either a member of the group, or an animal that had wondered too close… or an infected. He hoped for his own reasons, that it was an animal or an infected. Nikoli did not want to spend any time with his group members. Turning to face the rustle, he was faced with a deer. “Thank heavens,” he muttered, leaning back for a bit.

[deantheprxtectxr-blog]

Dean had been ready to leave; his few things were packed up, he had enough supplies to last until the next marked town, and he'd said goodbye to the very few people he knew. Then, someone named David had become infected and all hell broke loose. He couldn't, in good conscious, leave in a time of mourning, which wasn't exactly ideal. Still, he didn't bother getting too involved and wandered off, only to find Nikoli in the brush. "For what?" Dean asked, having caught the muttered phrase of relief.

[cassiejxmes-blog]

“It’s not bite that worries me but the fact that no one cared to check David when he fell ill and ruled it as a common cold. I mean, if we’re all living together, shouldn’t we pay more attention?”

[deantheprxtectxr-blog]

"Yeah, and after a lifetime of this bullshit, you'd think we could tell the difference between a cough and something that transforms a person into a rapid, fungus-covered corpse."

[athena-reich]

Wow, uhm. Sorry. This is kinda embarrassing. I’m trying not to cry, I promise. I’m trying… I’m trying…

[deantheprxtectxr-blog]

Dean shifted his weight from foot to foot, unsure of how to respond. "Well, you...Cry if you need to, I guess."

[maestusjane-blog]

“Have you seen a blanket? It has a bunch of rabbits on it. I think it fell out of my bag.”

[deantheprxtectxr-blog]

"It's somewhere by that old well; I saw it earlier and figured it'd be better to leave it in case the owner came back for it."

[maestusjane-blog]

[deantheprxtectxr-blog]

people are not rain or snow or autumn leaves. they do not look beautiful when they fall.