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cmmythomas:

lets split up, yeah because that ALWAYS works out. a firefly is missing — didn’t come back from a hunt, and now everyone is on the search for the lost member. she’s probably breathing far heavier than she realises as she trapses through the forest, but she’s trying to convince herself in her head that everything was alright. the flashlight in front of her only gave her a very dim view of her surroundings, and although the infected were all pretty blind, she didn’t like the idea of alerting them, or others she was around. she was stuck in such deep thought that the voice almost makes her jump out of her skin. her feet stop immediately, and the hand not occupied by the torch tries to find her own gun. should she turn the flashlight off? probably not, they might start shooting the dark. her voice is quiet, but she manages to pull off some air of importance, ❝ firefly patroller. who’s out there? ❞

declan put his hands up here she coud see them, leaving the gun in his lap. he knew better than to leave any chance for them to get nervous -- that was something he experienced first hand in the army. he knew how scary it could be to be on the other side of the gun, too.

“name’s declandaley. i’m just a loner--no threat,” he said, his tone reassuring. “do I need to move?” he asked the girl, trying to seem compliant.

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rileydxvis:

Riley smirked faintly at the question, unable to help it really. The girl briefly wondered how many people that actually worked on, if any – He didn’t seem like a threat though. Lowering the flashlight a little, but only to the point she could still see his movements, she spoke up. “Look, I get it. Until a week ago I was you, and sleeping close to these guys is always safer but…Maybe not this close next time if you’re not planning on joining, yeah?”

There was a part of her that felt for him, and honestly, she knew what would likely happen if she called the other guy over. Make sure there aren’t any unwanted visitors, dead or alive. It was her one job, and yeah, she honestly loved killing the ‘dead’ part of the equation – but she wasn’t there on the alive part just yet. “Better be gone by daybreak though, these guys don’t fuck around when you’re not one of them.

declan was shocked by her response. he fully expected to be kicked off -- if not chased off of the property like he had in other cities. it was a welcome rest, but part of him thought it felt too easy. there had to be a catch or some sort of trap. he couldn't just trust blindly. could he?

“you make it sound so easy to join,” he remarked, looking up at her. he wasn’t sure how long he’d be in town, the perpetual drifter that he was, but declan always liked to keep his options open. “who are they, by the way?”

#c: riley

lastofgerard:

gerard, always witty, was about to shoot back a snarky remark when the man said his name, and gave a moment of pause. he squinted, and underneath the grime and the dirt and the past thirteen years which wore everyone down, he saw him.

“declan? good crucified christ, is that really you?” his eyes nearly popped out of his skull from how hard he was staring at the man, unbelieving it to be him.

“holy… holy shit. you made it. you fucking lived.” he murmured, almost to himself. sufficed to say, he was impressed. “come the fuck on in, man.”

declan couldn't shake the surprise at seeing gerard here. he was about the last person declan would expect. it seemed gerard didn’t recognize him at first -- which was fair, some days he didn’t recognize himself.

he took a moment and looked, really looked, at gerard. god, it was like he was back in basic training with this man -- his superior -- telling him to suck it up and deal. as weird as it sounded, declan needed someone to push him to grow up.

“what the fuck are you doing out here, man?” declan asked, stepping inside. he looked around the small, isolated residence and chuckled to himself. leave it to gerard to live alone in the middle of nowhere. “I can’t believe I knocked on your door. I mean, what are the odds, like one in a million?”

#c: gerard

robertdeniro

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rileydxvis:

Patrols didn’t exactly have set times it seemed. It was a good strategy, or so she thought, because it meant people couldn’t anticipate an opportunistic time to strike if they were that way inclined. Riley knew first hand that the damn apocalypse had brought out the worst in people. It was a dog eat dog world out here, and frankly she had no intentions of being anyone’s prey.

She had picked up on a parked vehicle she hadn’t noticed before, deviating from the paths slightly to check it out but letting the guy she was with know where she was going. He’d been holding point as she approached, and then the guy had shouted out about the fact he was armed as she instinctively brought hers up too.

“You and me both bud.” She replied, her sidearm coming up as she crossed it over the hand holding the small flashlight, knowing it would obscure his view somewhat. “I won’t shoot if you don’t… but you know you’re technically bordering on Willow Creek territory, right?”

declan cursed himself, silently. he should have been more careful when he’d scoped out the area earlier today, but he was tired, hungry, and running out of daylight. he’d learned the hard way not to drive around at night; people just assumed he was a threat. he sat up, slowly so as not to startle her.

declan cursed under his breath, “no, i didn’t know that.” his grip of the gun tightened -- not because he felt threatened by her, but just because he didn’t know what was coming next. “any way you don’t tell anyone i’m here until morning?” declan knew it was a long shot, but he figured he may as well ask.

#c: riley

clvmentines:

“oh no, not a gun!” clementine called out playfully, but not loud enough to cause any unwanted attention from the living and the dead alike. though even with the teasing she held her hands up, just to let the man know she was friendly in case he was more than a little trigger happy.

it definitely wasn’t the first time a gun had been pulled on her, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. if she actually cared much for introspection, clem would be a little worried with how unphased she is by the sight of a barrel pointed to her head–but this was the world now. and she’d be damned if she couldn’t pick up the pace to run with it.

shining her flashlight into the truck–if only to make him squint–clementine then held it under her chin, illuminating her face in a way that probably wasn’t the most attractive. “you’re lucky you called out or i would have started stealing gas from this bad boy.” she patted the top of the truck with the palm of her head, giving him a teasing smile. “didn’t know there was anybody inside. sorry to startle you.”

the girl’s tone allowed declan to relax, if only slightly. he knew better than to completely let down his guard -- after the war and in this apocalyptic world he now lived in, declan had recognized the inherent selfishness of people. he opened the car’s door, causing a loud creak, and stood up. tucking the gun into the waistband of his jeans,

declan squinted at the light of her flashlight. “alright, jesus, enough with that,” he protested. she moved the light, shining it on herself for a change and declan finally got a look at her face. she seemed nice enough, but then again, looks were usually deceiving. “good luck finding any gas to steal,” he joked, matching her friendly demeanor.

declan shrugged, “i guess i’m asking for it, right, living out here in a car. you from the city?”

#c: clementine

gtfogerard

gerard hadn’t heard a knock on his door in so long that it spooked him. he damn near jumped out of his chair. plus, it wasn’t like he lived in one of the communities or anything. fuck that– he was in a cabin for christ’s sake. the shadiest, creepiest looking cabin he could find, for the sole purpose of knowing no one would bother him. and yet…

he slowly walked towards the door, one hand out to grab the knob, and another behind his back with a knife. just in case. “can I… help you?”

declandaley-blog

declan had been scavenging all day -- he was almost out of propane for his camping stove. he was prepared to trade an old battery-operated radio among an assortment of other junk.

>he’d decided, on his way back to the car, to just knock on doors. he knew this would be risky -- for some people, a knock was reason enough to shoot him where he stood. but declan, at this point, didn’t particularly care.

“yeah, i’m selling girl scout cookies,” he remarked dryly and was about to ask if he had any propane when declan looked at the man’s face. “... gerard?”

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declan’s eyes fluttered open, and the man’s frame shifted into a sitting position. he’d become such a light sleeper -- he could barely remember the last time he’d slept through an entire night. what had he heard? there it was again. his hand reached instinctively for the handgun he kept in the cupholder.

he doubted it was an infected, they rarely came this close to places with established “groups,” they knew they’d be killed quickly. no, their strategy was usually to pick off the stragglers or the loners -- which is why declan always aimed to park close enough to communities to be safe, but far enough away so as not to pose a threat to them.

that was a flashlight, surely. he picked up the gun, sitting up in the front seat of his beat up ford bronco. “hello? who’s there? i have a gun,” he cautioned, voice low but steady.

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robertdeniro

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( jake gyllenhaal / he & him ) that’s just declan daley, the thirty three year old scavenger and they’ve been alone for five years. i heard they’ve been dubbed the disillusioned because they’re idealistic, but if you look a bit closer, they’re also resentful.

hello! I’m nikki (she/her) and I’m super excited to write with you guys!! below the read more is some information about my bb declan!

growing up, declan had a great family. he adored his parents and younger sister, but they were by no means well off. he’d always loved school and was very self-motivated, but knew his parents couldn’t afford to send him to a fancy colege like he wanted.

he was very perceptive, a trait which his parents developed by encouraging him to do research about any and everything around him. as a high schooler, declan’s bookshelf was riddled with aristotle, machiavelli, books of poetry, classic literature, world history books – anything that would give him insight into the world around him.

so, he enlisted in the army at eighteen. he was an idealist and believed it was only from within that he could change things – if he wanted to make a difference in his country, he had to first become a part of it.

his first two years of service wrecked him. it was such a short time, but declan’s outlook completely changed. he’d been clinging to this idea – that while things were bad, that they could get better. that there was some common thread of goodness through humanity. but seeing all of the destruction and mindless violence broke him.

then the infection broke out. he’d been hearing rumors about it for a while, but now it was in the news – a worldwide pandemic. he stayed in afghanistan for a year and a half after that, before the war crumbled because so many men were lost to the infection.

it took another six months to get back to the states, where he was shocked by the rubble that were once major cities. he made his way back home, hoping to find his parents and sister, but had no such luck. they must have moved on.

since then, he’s bounced from city to city, looking for anyone he knew, denying that he was still holding onto hope to find his family. a few weeks ago, he ran into someone who claimed he was immune. it gave him the slightest glimmer of hope – that civilized society may not be too far out of reach, or that his family was still alive.

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