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Emma Phiser. 26. Outsider.

[crimsontommy]

Tommy wasn’t following because he was worried about her– he wasn’t even intentionally following. He was looking for something specific– for someone specific. He knew it was stupid for him, as one of the few doctors they had, to be outside and at risk, but he wouldn’t stop looking. When she turned, Tommy stopped dead. He’d always been quiet, but this was different. “Hi.”

[emma-phiser-blog]

Hearing the other person speak she didn’t pull out her weapon but she didn’t make any attempts to pull her hand away either. She could never be too careful. “What are you doing out here?” She asked, curious. 

[emma-phiser-blog]

call-me-borden:

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” she told her. Emma was always hard to be mad at. Whenever Borden got upset with her when they were younger, the fight either ended after two minutes, or she just held her anger in and bottled it up. “I’m fine, I promise.” Borden pulled back slightly. “Emma, are you by yourself?” 

When she pulled away Emma wasn’t quite sure she was ready to let go, but she didn’t want to draw out the emotional moment. Emma had blamed herself for not being there for Lizzie the entire time she was searching. She had told herself that it was okay, if her sister had been there she would have forgiven her, but the problem was that she couldn’t seem to forgive herself. “Yeah, it’s just me.” She nodded. 

[emma-phiser-blog]

call-me-borden:

Borden blinked back tears. Once Emma started to tear up, it started to compromise her own ability to hold them back in. It didn’t matter at this moment that this was Emma, the older sister that Borden had spent her entire life being compared to. This was Emma, her older sister who was alive. She threw her arms around her in a tight embrace. “I know… I know, Emma.” 

She returned the hug, holding her tighter than she felt she ever had before. The last time she had embraced her sister like this felt like years ago, not just mere months. She was certain that no matter what life threw at her she would never leave her sisters side again.  “I’m so sorry I lost you.” 

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call-me-borden:

Emma looked so surprised that he survived. Borden could see that, though; she probably would have thought the same thing seven months before if someone told her he would get caught in a zombie apocalypse. After all, Noah was the guy that tried helping zombies. “Yeah, he is,” she answered, carefully, “He’s back at our camp.” 

She couldn’t help but let a few tears stream down her face. Two of the people she most cared about were alive, and what was more she had found them. “I can’t believe you’re really here.” She said, reaching out to touch the side of her younger sisters face, just to make sure she was really there. 

[emma-phiser-blog]

call-me-borden:

She didn’t back away this time. “Well, guess we’re both shit at looking for people,” Borden replied, crossing her arms. She met Emma’s eyes when she asked. It was a slip, really, but she was going to have to find out anyhow. This was the moment she’d been dreading whenever she imagined finding her sister. “As in Noah and me… We’ve been traveling around, trying to run into you.” 

“I guess so.” She agreed, looking down at the ground. She felt guilty for not finding her sooner. For not keeping her safe. She looked back up when she heard Noah’s name, feeling the shock she had felt when she saw her sister all over again. “He’s alive?” She asked, looking around as if he would pop out at any minute. “Wh-where is he?” 

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call-me-borden:

Borden swallowed thickly. “What… I…” She tried to say something, but she had no clue how to respond. Borden looked down at the ground. “So… We’ve been looking for you.” 

“You’ve been looking for me?” She asked, taking another small step forward. “Lizzie, I’ve been looking for you!” She exclaimed, shaking her head. “Wait, who is we?” 

[call-me-borden-blog]

Instinctively, Borden took a step back. She had always wanted to find her sister, she really had. There were so many things that she had wanted to fix. But now… She wanted to tell her no. Borden wasn’t Lizzie anymore, or at least that was what she wanted to be. Emma’s presence made her re-think that. “I don’t know, is that really you?” 

[emma-phiser-blog]

Emma watched her step back, furrowing her eyebrows. She didn’t want her to back away, but she understood. Under other circumstances she might have laughed it off and told her younger sibling how silly she was being, but right now she fought the urge to turn around and bolt. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She nodded her head to confirm the question, unable to find the right words. 

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outsiderwendy:

“Then they’ll be just fine,” Wendy said, not knowing if it was true or not but knowing that what the girl needed to hear, what she herself needed to hear. They’d all be just fine. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Emma,” She said sincerely.

Emma nodded as a thank you. She knew there was no way this woman would know if that was true or not but she appreciated the effort. “You too.” She said, offering a small smile. 

[call-me-borden-blog]

She hadn’t really thought it would be her. Borden had been walking through the woods,trying to find decent firewood, though that was hard when most of it was still wet. And then she saw someone from afar. The way she walked was familiar, and from far away… She wanted to dismiss it as a ghost, some sign that she was going crazy, but the longer Borden followed the figure, the more real she seemed. And then it - she - actually spoke. “… E-Emma?” 

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Emma tried really hard to convince herself she didn’t hear her name. It was a trick, she was hearing things, it must have been the wind. A number of excuses popped into her head. Until she laid eyes on her. “Lizzie?” She asked in return. She shut her eyes tightly before opening them again, thinking it was an illusion and her little sister would be gone before she opened her eyes again. She wasn’t. “Is that really you?” She asked, cautiously taking a step forward. 

[ryderxdaniels]

“Well, I hope that they’re okay unless they were bad people because in that case I’d hope that you’re okay,” She said simply. “I’m Wendy by the way. Wendy Grayson.”

[emma-phiser-blog]

“They were great people.” She said, staring off in thought. “Are great people.” She quickly corrected herself. As much doubt clouded her mind she had to believe that Lizzie and Noah and her parents were okay. “I’m Emma.” 

[ryderxdaniels]

“Who? Oh no. It’s just me,” She shrugged. “What about you? Is there anyone out there for you?”

[emma-phiser-blog]

Emma shrugged, unsure how much information she should give away. It may be the apocalypse but there was bound to still be creeps out there. “I have family.” She said, careful not to give away too much. “I don’t know if they made it.” She added, trying to sound nonchalant. 

[ryderxdaniels]

“I- I don’t know… I hadn’t gotten that far?” Wendy admitted, dropping the rock to the ground when she saw that it wasn’t a walker. “I mean if it was a walker, it takes five hundred and twenty pounds or two thousand three hundred newtons of force to crush it’s skull so the rock could have helped but even then that’s almost twice as much force as human hands could possibly muster so… so I guess I’m really glad you’re not a walker,” She smiled. 

[emma-phiser-blog]

She raised an eyebrow as she listened to the other girl. "Interesting.” She said, this time letting out a short laugh. She nodded her head in agreement. She, too, was glad this girl wasn’t a walker. She looked around, trying to observe what the other was doing out here. “Are you.. looking for someone?” She asked. 

[ryderxdaniels]

“H-hello?” Wendy jumped, grabbing the closest thing to her to use as a weapon. 

[emma-phiser-blog]

Emma looked at the rock wielding woman, trying to stifle her laugh. It may have been the oddest thing she had seen since the apocalypse started. “What are you going to do with that?” 

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Emma was tired. She felt like it had taken her forever to reach New York, when in fact it had only taken her a few months. She was exhausted, and all she wanted was a good rest. It had been so long since she had the luxury of a deep peaceful sleep. She was constantly watching her back, afraid of what might happen if she let her guard down for one minute. She was tired of walking and just wanted to sit down and rest, but she knew now wasn’t the time or the place. She trudged on a while longer, until she was sure she was hearing footsteps behind her. She quietly turned around, hands on her weapon. “Hello?”