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                                     ❛ i don’t like your attitude. ❜

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            ❝  are you looking for an apology ? ❞

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Is this blog written by the same Jess who writes weburythem and oftrepidation?

i am the jess behind weburythem and failcdyou. oftrepidation, however is not me. thats a slightly cooler, but albeit different jess.

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he’s going to be REALLY honest right now. that was  NOT  what he was expecting to hear. though  simply hearing  any type of voice  that WASN’T  hostile made  him feel at east.  even if it WAS  for a brief moment. his gaze glances towards the man  who’s seated with the  paper and mug neatly in his hands. for a split second levi is in HIGH hopes that there is something in that  mug,  something  OTHER  then  water   to refresh his taste budes, but he doesn’t  are  ask. he’s parched  and  tired. ❝cowboys  huh?  there win is what probably started this damn apocalypse.❞

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            ❝ i wouldn’t be surprised if it were the case. ❞ still a slightly jovial tone, an all too laid back nature. but it was an act, of sorts. iris’ scanning over the boy before him, determining just how careful he should be. the boy looked slim, not much muscle, but that usually meant FASTER still, if it came down to it, del guess he’d have a good shot of winning in a fight. ❝ what’s your name, kid ? ❞

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                     ❝ paper’s at least three years old, but d’you wanna read it anyway ? ❞ the tone of his voice was collected ; as though there WASN’T an apocalypse raging just beyond the doors of the shop he’d chosen to take refuge in. as though a stranger hadn’t just walked right into his temporary home. pulling a metal cup to his lips, filled with mere water, though he WISHED it had coffee in it, mahogany hues flicked towards the unfamiliar face. ❝ dallas cowboys won their last match, go figure. ❞

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           being alone was his thing. he had WORK to do, and the goddamn apocalypse wasn’t going to stop him. sure, the dead walking around made it a lot harder to find who he was looking for. especially since he had no way of knowing if the guy was even still ALIVE but del wasn’t one to give up easily. or at all, for that matter. so when he heard gunfire from a mere couple of blocks away, he was in half a mind to just run, get out of there. however, gunfire meant survivors, more specifically STRUGGLING survivors. which meant supplies when they inevitably died. he didn’t head toward the fight to help, he headed towards the fight to get what he could out of the soon to be soldiers of the dead army.

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AND DON’T LIE.

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           starter call homebros

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          ❝ Not another step. ❞ This was the world now and if the soldier was being honest; she wasn’t really willing to let people close because of that. Supplies were too far and few in between as is. Segen knew this to be true beyond anything else. So when some stranger appears out of nowhere; it’s instinct to pull up a gun and settle what was what that way. ❝ Why are you here? Who are you? ❞

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               honestly ? he was going to steal whatever this woman had on her. that’d been the plan at least. a few days from his last meal, a bloody gash in his side from a previous encounter with another lot of survivors, del was in bad shape. but still ; he hadn’t expected her to put up a FIGHT. hands slowly raising, outwardly he looked almost scared, inwardly, however, he was unaffected by being shown the business end of a gun. a man like del loses count of how many times their life has been threatened after a while. ❝ just lookin’ for somewhere to rest up, sugar, i’ll move on. ❞ a tactful wince as he turns to move away, hand shooting straight for his injury. perhaps he can appeal to her more caring side.

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              ❝ look, i know i’m easy on the eyes, but darlin’ you’re makin’ me UNCOMFORTABLE. ❞                    had he been joking, an easy smirk would have slipped onto his features, perhaps he                    would have leaned on a wall, dampened his lips a little ; after all, what man doesn’t                    like the attention of a pretty girl. but truth be told, he had WORK to do, and her                    relentless staring ; by accident or not -- needed to be ceased.

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              ❝ lower the weapon, nice an’ slow, and we all live to see tomorrow. ❞ the almost                   FEARFUL expression on his features does not echo the chilling calm settled over                   his insides. even now, as the world crumbles before him, del is feigning innocence,                   playing the part of a man who’s the polar opposite of himself, when in truth, himself                   is the man TRAINED to survive. it’s strange how accustomed to others threatining                   his life he’s become ; before, and now. however, that’s his little secret.

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                     he looks down at his hands, the weary look in his eye masked with a stone cold                      expression. these are the same hands that once were too SCARED to take the                      life of another living being, but since have killed time after time. it’s strange ;                      how the shock of loss can turn a perfectly upstanding citizen ; a COP at that,                      into a monster too terrifying for even NIGHTMARES to think up.

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