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He’s not a shy man by any means, but he does feel the weight of her scrutiny and it takes all his willpower not to turn away. “Had a run in with an old friend is all.”
"An old friend, huh?" Tess squints, and she folds her arms, doubtful of his so-called excuse. She persists, like the mother hen she's always been. "You hen-pecked me to death when I got a run-in with a mugger. Show me."
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Rough Beginnings || Joel + Tess
It’d been a long time since he let anyone talk to him like that and her blunt words came as something of a shock. His own temper rose in answer, but he had enough sense to keep it under a firm grasp. The last thing he needed to do was make an enemy of the woman who’d just saved his life.
“It was a mistake. I don’t intend on repeatin’ it,” he retorted as he followed her into the tunnels. One wrong step was all it took to have a pack of clickers come down on him. But that was all it took out here, one dumb move and that was the end. Much as he was starting to dislike this woman, he needed her.
He watched as she climbed a ledge, impressed with how nimble she was about it. His intentions were to follow after her, but he arched an eyebrow at her outstretched hand. Not that he was the type to ever doubt a woman since he’d run with plenty of capable ones in the past. This one looked tough as nails too, but he still had his doubts.
“Why’re you doing this?” He clasped her hand and using that for leverage, grunting as he scrambled up the ledge. He sure hadn’t been as graceful as she’d been, but he wasn’t as young as he used to be either. “You seem like a smart gal and riskin’ your neck for me back there’s rather contrary to that.”
She didn't water herself down for anyone, especially not someone she'd just risked her skin for. But she cut him some slack for now, and she headed down the long, winding tunnels, trying to calm herself down. She shouldn't have done that. She knew it was gonna wind-up being a huge fucking mistake.
"It better have been," Tess grumbled, reaching a ladder with a huff. She climbed the rungs quickly, and clambered onto the top ledge, and with two quick swats of her hands on her jeans, the dust fell off of her in a plume or smoke.
His question made her sigh, and she rubbed her palm against her eye, "I just did, okay? I don't like leaving anyone to die like that." She still did it sometimes, though. When it was completely necessary. She wasn't a good person, but at least she could own-up to it.
The ladder eventually lead to a hallway, and at the end, there was a door. She shoved it open with a grunt and scuffled through it, arriving at her tiny apartment. "My name's Tess," she said, raising her arms to shrug and lower them back down, "Make yourself at home? Ergh.."
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She paused, feeling herself tense-up. She didn’t want to divulge. She just needed to relax—
”..My sister," she grumbled, brushing a hand through her hair.
Tess stopped and sighed loudly, setting the bottle down. And she buried her face in her...
Tess winced and shuddered a dim sigh into her hands, before she dragged her forearm over her eyes and stood upright. She sighed bitterly, and reached for the bottle again, holding it loosely.
"Tank exploded near the entrance to the QZ. She got," she stopped, gasping quietly, "caught in the crossfire," she chuckled darkly, taking in wary sips of the whiskey she clasped-onto, desperately.
"She.." The words crumbled on her tongue, and she stared off into space, crossing her arms over her chest. Her hand held the bottle near her lips, and shook, very faintly. Her chest felt so heavy.
The howls of infected from outside the Boston Quarantine Zone were bone-chilling to anyone that’s never been on the outside before. To Tess, it sent chills down her spine, especially since she was skirting around the dangerous tunnels set all-over the area. She could...
The air from the dilapidated building was thin and dry, and she found herself coughing and taking long pauses to preserve her breath. It was a long, tedious way back to her house through these tunnels, and she did not know this man.
She could've let-in a murderer, or a cannibal. She could've died, just now, or very soon. But she still took a deep breath, taking a large step back, away from him.
"You'd better not be as dumb as you just made yourself look, or you won't survive a fucking day out here," she spat, rubbing the sweat off her neck.
She still kept a grip on his forearm and yanked them both further into the tunnel, clasping her pistol tightly in her fist. Either way, she wasn't letting the both of them stand around enough to become clicker food.
"Up here," Tess grunted, yanking herself up onto a ledge, before she turned herself around and held out her hand, gesturing for him, "Come on!"
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I think I'm in a closet. I feel clothes.
My hands are shaking. The lights have been out for a while, and the windows are boarded. It's overrun. I have two bullets, and god damnit, I don't want to do this alone.
"Ugh,"
"Good morning."
