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#THIS IS A LOW TO MEDIUM ACTIVITY, SELECTIVE MULTI-MUSE ROLEPLAY BLOG containing a handful of male muses from movies, shows, video games and much more. Muses are penned by Alex. 25+. He/Him. THIS BLOG IS STRICTLY MINOR FREE so do not interact unless you are 21+. Blogs that interact with no age will immediately be blocked on sight. If you write using AI, you WILL be blocked.

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[fatescattered]

Fucking hell, he was determined to make her shitty day even worse, wasn't he? This was why Erin hated working with other organizations. It was always a clash of egos in situations that should be taken much more seriously. She would've gladly let their verbal sparring die there, preferring to focus on the work... but Captain Redfield just had to keep talking.

"Well, excuse me if we're not all at the BSAA's beck and call." The sharp words came out in a huff, and it took all of Erin's willpower not to roll her eyes at him. "The FBI does more than just look into bioterrorism, you know." She was beyond exhausted after staying up late working on another case. And then, from there, it was far too many hours of driving to get here, only to be met with attitude. Her bosses really needed to think twice before they started working with whoever had the credentials. Just because this guy was skilled in combat, it did not mean he was a team player. Might end up doing more harm than good if he kept this up.

"First smart thing you said since I got here," Erin muttered under her breath once he finally started walking, gun in hand should anything jump out at them. Hopefully they'd aim for the Captain first.

Eyes scanned their surroundings, recognizing the hallway from one of the locations they'd looked into a few months ago - deserted then, and now suddenly a breeding ground for infected, or worse. Was Umbrella just that quick at setting up shop or had she missed something during her investigation?

Thoughts she couldn't dwell on for long, for better or for worse, before that aggravating tone was ringing in her ears once more. "Oh, I do." She promptly replied without missing a beat, a blatantly fake sweet smile on her lips as she brandished her gun for him to see. "Quite well, actually. Would you like to see for yourself, up close?"

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@fatescattered

Did she ever shut up? It was typical of him to get stuck with the class clown when his temper was already teetering on a fine line. He didn’t want to lose his cool. Not only would that have Piers chiming in with his two cents, but there would no doubt be another complaint filed against him for his ‘uncooperative’ attitude the minute he reported back to HQ.. another headache to deal with. And Chris was tired of having to explain himself when pulled in for questioning.

“Can the chatter, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want that pleasant mouth of yours getting you into trouble, would we?” Chris muttered sarcastically, a dubious glance given to the gun in her hand. He couldn’t afford distractions right now, nor could he turn down any assistance.. even if said assistance knew exactly how to get under his skin. Whatever was causing all that ruckus behind the door.. it required him to be in a clear headspace, not seething to the point he could barely think straight.

Thankfully, the low grumbles and the sound of something angrily clattering to the ground in the other room as they neared it put Chris right back into work mode.

“Alright, hot shot. Let’s just hope you’re as good as you think you are.” She at least owed it to him to pull her weight after having the audacity to show her face almost an hour after their arranged meeting. “We’ll take whatever it is down together, and then you can get the sample you need to analyse.” The sooner this was done, the sooner they got to part ways. That was something to look forward to, at least.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, the two solider’s stepped aside with a salute. It was only then did Chris shoot her one last glance through narrowed eyes. “Stay close.” Hand finding the doorknob, Chris took a deep breath and stepped into the room, weapon aimed and ready as his sharp gaze scanned the gloom. Unfortunately, whatever was in here wasn’t stupid. It’d hidden out of sight. “Where the hell did you go..?”

[mythshire]

※.·:·.※ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ··· a collection of chosen bonds, found family, & unconditional belonging roleplay sentence starters. genre: platonic love, hurt and comfort, loyalty.

• You know you don't have to keep checking on me, right? I'm fine. • How are you? Wait, did I ask that already? • I don't know what I'd do without you. I mean that. • Oh, God. I thought something happened to you. Don't scare me like that. • You're not alone in this. You know that, right? • We're family. That's what we do. We show up. • Make yourself at home, okay? This is your place too now. • Get out of here with that. You're not a burden. Don't ever say that again. • Is there anything you need? Food? A blanket? Someone to just sit with you? • So, what's next for us? • I have to admit there's a small part of me that's terrified you'll wake up one day and realize you don't need me anymore... that you'll leave. • It's just... I've never had this before. People who stay. • Why are you still here? I mean, you could go anywhere. Be with anyone. • I know I'm not easy to deal with. But thank you. For staying anyway. • [Name], I don't know what I'm doing half the time, okay? But I know I'm not doing it without you. • I don't really know where else I'd want to be, except right here. • You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you know that? • I really think you saved my life. Not dramatically. Just... by being here. • Hey. Bad dream? Come here. I've got you. • You don't owe me anything. This is what family does • Stop apologizing. You're allowed to need help. • I made your favorite. Thought you could use some comfort food today. • You look exhausted. When's the last time you actually slept? • I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, remember? • We've been through worse. We'll get through this too. • You don't have to be strong all the time. Not with me. • I brought you something. It's stupid, but it made me think of you. • Come on. Let's get you home. • You matter to me. More than you know. • I've got your back. Always have, always will. • You're shaking. Here, take my jacket. • I know you're scared. It's okay to be scared. • You did good today. Really good. • I'm proud of you. I don't say that enough. • Stop pushing me away. I'm not leaving. • You think I'd let you face this alone? Not a chance. • I'll stay up with you. I don't mind. • You're safe here. I promise. • Tell me what you need. Anything. • You don't have to pretend with me. • I trust you. Completely. • You've got this. And if you don't, we've got this. • I'd do anything for you. You know that, right? • You're not too much. You're never too much. • This is your home now. For as long as you want it. • I'll fight for you if you can't fight for yourself right now. • You make me want to be better. A better person. • I chose you. I keep choosing you. Every day. • You're allowed to fall apart. I'll hold the pieces until you're ready.

[fablesuntold]

Time for another follower purge on this blog. I have way too many followers who don’t interact and things are getting cluttered again lmao. Please let me know if you still want interact so that I don’t unfollow 💕

[fablesuntold]

@multiesmuses hit the ♡ for a short starter!

A drawn out yawn expelled itself from Robert’s lips as he exited the office, arms stretched tall above his head. It’d been a long day.. and a surprisingly successful one despite the usual chaos surrounding the Z-team. Crawling into bed — or well, his stack of blankets and cushions considering the lack of furniture in his apartment — sounded heavenly around about now. And he would’ve been half way home already, had the lone silhouette sitting on the steps not caught his peripheral, halting Robert in his tracks.

“Visi?” What was she still doing out here at this hour? Everyone else had gone home hours ago— saves for Robert, who’d stayed behind to finish up a few reports for the next day. “Why’re you sitting out here? Shouldn’t you be celebrating?” She hadn’t been cut from the team in spite of her earlier anxiety. Not after her little stunt at the jewellery store had saved her ass. Yet here she was, still moping. He couldn’t just leave her like that, could he? “..You need company?” Without even waiting for an answer, Robert had already settled down his bag to join her on the steps.

[fablesuntold]

@prctctype hit the ♡ for a short starter!

“And what’re you supposed to be? Gideon’s overly groomed lapdog?” From the white suit and the slicked back hair? He very well could be. But Leon wasn’t here to exchange pleasantries or introductions. He had a mission to complete, and entertaining Victor’s pets wasn’t a side quest he wished to engage in. “Look, as much as I’d love to stick around and enjoy the pleasure of your company.. I’m here for one thing.” And that one thing unfortunately just so happened to be in Zeno’s possession.

“Where’s Grace Ashcroft?” His tone was a little more serious this time, gun cocked and aimed at the other male in case he decided to get any smart ideas. Leon hadn’t the faintest clue what they wanted with the FBI agent, but he wasn’t leaving here without her. Whatever she’d gotten herself mixed up in? He was determined to get her out. Either Zeno handed her over willingly, or he’d have no choice but to put him down.

[fablesuntold]

Can I offer anyone a short starter (1-2 paragraphs?) 👀

[fablesuntold]

@fatescattered sent: “ you left and— i thought you weren’t coming back. ” — From Ashley for Leon!

The alarm in her voice was justifiable. Ashley had been alone in this nightmare for far too long, the fear of abandonment was one he knew all too well. But Leon hadn’t meant to alarm her— rather, he’d scouted on ahead to clear a somewhat safe route so that they wouldn’t run the risk of Ashley getting snatched up again. Thankfully she was right where he’d told her to hide. The last thing he needed was her bolting off like a spooked rabbit all because she believed he’d been murdered and wasn’t coming back.

“Me? Not coming back?” A quiet puff of air sounded from his nose as he ducked into the hut she’d taken shelter in. “I always come back.” Not that he was bragging, but.. he’d come to learn he was a pretty tough guy to kill.

Better not speak too soon though, right? It hadn’t exactly been his lucky day. “Sorry, that took longer than expected. Ran into some townies. They’re not really a friendly bunch, but they did throw me a nice little welcome party.” And by welcome party, he meant they’d tried to slaughter him with pitchforks and axes. Honestly, what was new? “Not sure I’ll be accepting any future invites to the next shindig though.”

That said, Leon extended his arm to help her out of the tiny crawl space she’d somehow managed to squeeze into. Poor girl looked traumatised, but they couldn’t stay here forever. It would be wise of them to move before a new cavalry of crazies arrived. And Leon would hazard a guess she was more than ready to return home to her father.

“Your running shoes haven’t worn out yet, have they?” Sarcasm his shield as always, Leon’s hand gripped hers firmly as he pulled her to her feet. Whether or not her dazed stare was because of their sudden close proximity or not, he didn’t know. But it wasn’t the first time he’d caught her gawking.

[fablesuntold]

OMG DID ANYONE SEE THE NEW UNTIL DAWN TRAILER? 😍

[fablesuntold]

Would any of my mutuals, old or new, like some memes? I don’t want to come across as disinterested, I just have trouble reaching out first 💀

[fablesuntold]

What's inside his bag ( or w/e your muse carries at all times ) :

Gonna go with an off duty version of what Chris carries in his bag/pockets otherwise we all knows what’s gonna be on his person ranging from guns, to green and red herbs— not to mention, random eggs 🪴🥚💀

Several packs of cigarettes — ranging from different brands. Chris is a chain smoker, has been since his younger days as they help relieve stress.. and man is most definitely stressed. Despite how many times he’s been told to try and kick the nasty habit, ignoring claims that it’ll end up killing him, Chris jokes that it’s a better way to die than any alternative.

A lighter — to go with the smokes. Can be useful to light the way in case he hasn’t got a flashlight with him too.

Combat knife — Chris never goes anywhere without his trusty blade. He never knows when he’s going to land himself in trouble either, given how many enemies he’s made over the years. They like to crawl out of the woodworks at unexpected times.

Handgun — Just like his knife.. he never knows when he’ll need it. Even off duty, he’s still carrying.

Chewing gum — for occasions where he can’t smoke. Not a great alternative to quell the itch, but they do the job.

Reading glasses — in his older age, his eyesight has deteriorated over the years and as much as he hates wearing them, reading glasses are a must. Sometimes he’ll squint to read instead of bothering to pull them out. This man is stubborn.

A worn wallet — carrying cash and cards in case of emergencies.

Work identification badge — it comes in handy whenever he needs to get into places civilians usually can’t.

Painkillers — he needs them. Chris suffers from migraines both in and out of work.

Car keys — can’t forget those.. even though he often misplaces them plenty of times.

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Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this! ✨💕

[fablesuntold]

@empireburned sent: "don't try to make me feel bad ." — From Laura for Ryan!

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad.” Ryan was swift in countering, shotgun still raised in warning but not quite aimed at her anymore. “I just don’t trust you.” Could she blame him after everything he and his group had witnessed tonight? They were terrified. And they’d be out of their damn minds if they were going to trust some random woman who’d appeared out of nowhere— whether she seemed to know what she was talking about or not. For all Ryan knew? She could be the infamous Hag of Hackett’s Quarry.

Something about her seemed off. From the eyepatch she sported, to the deep gashes along her face that it concealed.. it was safe to say their new companion made him all sorts of uneasy. What if she too, turned into one of those things right here and now, the same thing that’d viciously robbed Dylan of an arm?

Ryan wasn’t taking any chances. Nor was he telling her anything that might help in her hunt for Chris Hackett until she gave him a good enough reason to trust her. “You’re welcome to stay with us and wait this mess out until morning, but if you start any trouble..” Who was he kidding? What was he going to do if she did? Despite his big talk, Ryan knew he didn’t have what it took to actually shoot her.

[fablesuntold]

Plotted stater for Jill & Chris! @fatescattered

“C’mon Jill, don’t do this to me..” His voice was a pleading murmur, hands working overtime with desperate compressions to Jill’s chest the minute he’d dragged her out of the water, Jessica assisting Parker while he too, had been on the verge of drowning. This couldn’t be how it ended. If they’d arrived too late onto the Queen Zenobia after wasting so much time searching the wrong ship.. Chris would never forgive himself.

Unlike Parker, Jill wasn’t coughing. Her lips were turning blue, body stiff, evident that water had already started to block her airway. Chris wasn’t entirely sure how long they’d both been trapped down in the water for, but the ship seemed to be sinking fast. Heart hammering in his chest and hands momentarily stopping their motions, Chris gently grabbed Jill’s chin to tilt her head back slightly, fingers pinching her nose.

Then, after a beat, he dipped down to seal his mouth over hers, five rescue breaths given. The process was ongoing: compressions, rescue breaths, repeat. But the more time that passed without her waking up.. Chris felt the dread start to set in.

Fortunately, he didn’t get to the stage of full on panic when suddenly Jill began to cough and splutter, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he quickly brought her up into a sitting position in hopes to aid her get the water out. And while he remained close, Chris made sure to give her plenty of space to breathe.

“Hey..” His tone was softer than usual, nothing like it’d been earlier when barking orders at Jessica to quit fooling around. “Breathe. Just breathe.” He instructed, a strong hand settling on her back where it started to rub gentle circles between her shoulder blades. “We almost lost you there. You back in the land of the living?” A humourless joke, in hopes to hide the obvious relief in his voice.

[thunderousmemes]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 — 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

(soft light, tangled sheets, and the kind of silence that says everything)

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖

“You’re awake… I was wondering how long you’d let me watch you sleep.”

“Stay here a little longer. Just like this.”

“Your heartbeat feels calmer than it did last night.”

“You look different in the morning. Softer.”

“I could get used to waking up like this.”

“Don’t go yet… the bed gets cold without you.”

𝐖𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊… 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓

“…So, are we pretending that didn’t happen?”

“Be honest—do you regret it?”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen between us.”

“I don’t know what this means. Do you?”

“If you want space, say it. Don’t make me guess.”

“We crossed a line last night, didn’t we?”

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒, 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

“You should’ve heard yourself last night.”

“Keep looking at me like that and we’ll never leave this room.”

“If you keep touching me, round two is happening whether you like it or not.”

“Want me to remind you how you begged?”

“We really broke the bedframe, didn’t we?”

“I’m not done with you. Not even close.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏

“Last night felt… different.”

“I didn’t expect to fall asleep in your arms.”

“Tell me you don’t regret it.”

“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

“Why does this feel like more than it should?”

“If I kiss you again… it’s because I mean it.”

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 & 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

“We really shouldn’t have done that.”

“Someone’s going to notice we’re both missing.”

“This is going to make everything harder.”

“We’re in trouble if anyone finds out.”

“I don’t know how to act around you now.”

“Last night changed something—whether we admit it or not.”

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 & 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅-𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏

“You stole all the blankets again.”

“I made coffee… but don’t ask me how drinkable it is.”

“Shower with me? Save water?”

“You look cute when you’re confused and half-awake.”

“Breakfast or round two? Choose wisely.”

“Please tell me you remember last night… because I definitely do.”

[fablesuntold]

I just finished The Maze Runner series and WOW how have I not watched these movies before??? Will I be adding Thomas, Newt & Minho to my muse list? Yes 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[fatescattered]

@fablesuntold sent: "i'm on my way over. be there in ten minutes." — From Leon for Ashley!

His voice was all she could focus on. It sounded so distant despite the phone being firmly pressed against her ear, drowned out by her labored breathing. Ashley's desperate attempts at self-soothing turned out fruitless, the way she rubbed her hand against her chest only making her more aware of the unsteady rise and fall of her frame.

"Sorry," she finally managed to croak out in a sharp breath. There was nothing in Leon's tone to indicate he was upset, or felt otherwise pressured to come see her - but then, would he ever let it show? Sometimes she wondered, if this was all still part of the job for him. Checking on her, making sure the memory of her time in captivity didn't undo her completely. Selfishly, Ashley realized that even if it was just work for him... it didn't change anything for her. She still longed for his comfort, his company, just the same.

"And thank you." The addition came a moment later, feeling it was important to say out loud, even after so many times of them being in the same situation. Normally, just staying on the phone with Leon was enough to calm her down - but after a particularly terrifying nightmare, that had her waking up screaming and checking her skin for any traces of the parasite, she needed to see him.

The following ten minutes were spent pacing, repeatedly checking the time on her phone, worrying. Her gaze would often drop to her arms, expecting to find dark veins spreading across them... but every time, it was all a trick of the mind. Even though she'd gotten back from Spain weeks ago, Ashley just couldn't shake off what happened, afraid she'd find out she wasn't entirely cured after all.

As soon as the familiar sound of a car pulling up to the driveway reached her ears, she was already rushing for the door. These days, she didn't sleep at the White House anymore. The heavy security did nothing to ease her worries, and she found she'd rather stay at one of their family's estates, only visiting from time to time. The place wasn't as heavily guarded, admittedly, but Ashley only really trusted one person to keep her safe anyway.

"Leon!" She was breathless by the time she reached his side, the jacket she'd slid over her pajamas doing little to keep the cold night air at bay. The urge to pull him into a hug tugged at her hands, and it took all her willpower to push it down and ignore it. "Ten minutes, on the dot." Her wavering smile didn't help sell her poor attempt at a joke, and Ashley quickly discarded the notion that she could fool him; she had just called him on the verge of tears, after all.

[fablesuntold]

@fatescattered

“Don’t mention it.” She didn’t need to thank him. Leon wasn’t doing this out of obligation. He wasn’t assigned as Ashley’s bodyguard anymore, and therefore he had no ties. However, just because she was no longer his to protect, didn’t mean he’d stopped caring. They’d grown closer since the whole debacle in Spain. Call it a trauma bond, but they spoke almost every day over the phone. He owed it not only to the President to continue keeping her safe, one of his dearest friends, but to Ashley too after everything she’d been through.

Thankfully, tonight it wasn’t an intruder or a monster she needed his protection from. Rather, a night terror that Ashley couldn’t seem to shake. Understandable. Before being kidnapped, Leon guessed she’d been sheltered from most of the horrors in this world by her father’s money and security personnel. Spain must’ve been a rude wake up call to her innocent mind— hence the haunting nightmares.

Pulling into the long, gated driveway after flashing his ID to the security guard who knew him all too well, Leon parked up outside the private estate. It wasn’t the first time he’d been here. He’d spent many dinners with the President here whenever the invitation was offered. Upon exiting the car, it didn’t take very long for that familiar pitchy calling of his name to reach his ears. And sure enough, there she was, bounding up to him like an excited puppy.

“Ten minutes on the dot.” Leon repeated while closing the car door, focusing his full attention on her now. “Now you know what the S in my name stands for.” A pause to keep her guessing, before he finally enlightened her. “Speedy. They don’t call me that for nothing.” A half smirk dragged at one corner of his mouth, one hand coming up to playfully pat the top of her head.

He might not have been able to save those lives back in Raccoon City, but he did manage to save her. And he’d continue to keep on saving her too— even if that meant doing the simplest things such as offering his company whenever she needed it. “How about we get you back inside and you can tell me what’s bothering you, hm?” Her father was elsewhere for the night, matters requiring his attention in a different city. No wonder Ashley must feel so alone.

[redemptioninterlude]

all things considered, ada felt that she'd done a rather good job up until now on her own. the city's gone to hell far more quickly than she'd hoped for ; and she could already tell that she was losing time on getting her hands on the REPORTER that she'd been sent to find... and ada knew the best odds of her finding him were at the police station, the only building left standing that had been offering shelter to the remaining citizens of this skeletal city. one could hope that the prize was still something she could claim, but the road to success was seemingly paved in the need for to clear the increasing number of the dead that stubbornly felt the need to rise...

it hadn't been this bad when she'd been at the arklay labs. this had been something that while seen within animals, hadn't really been tasted on human beings besides the rumoured personal petri dish of a girl that doctor spencer kept. but that ? remained a rumour. ada's in the middle of DISPATCHING a horde that blocked off the alleyway that she'd mapped out would bring her to a side entrance to the station that she could plausibly break in through. but there. a shout - a man, suited up in a getup with umbrella's logo stitched onto the side of it. oh. she always did love a good little puppy.

she recognized the uniform, he was a part of the public-facing security unit that had, generally, no REAL understanding or influence with what had been developed within the labs that spanned beneath the city. it was all meant to build good will, the program he was a part of, and right now? seemed like the moment it was most needed. the ask if she was a part of S.T.A.R.S. almost drawing a laugh from her, but no - she knew right now she likely needed to spin her lie, carefully, to maintain the right cover. he wouldn't have known her from her time at umbrella. it was best to keep with the story, crafted, from before she'd even stepped foot back in raccoon city.

"ada wong. FBI." the words were cool, calmly delivered. "officer oliviera, i may need to commandeer you, for a mission of great importance." the extra hands might speed up the search. "i need help getting to the police station. this... none of this was something the US government anticipated when we touched down here. i've lost half of my team already, and had to gun down the ones that TURNED already."

★— ATTN: @fablesuntold

[fablesuntold]

@redemptioninterlude

She was FBI, huh? So he was dealing with a big shot. Perhaps Carlos should ask to see some identification to back up such a bold claim.. but given the circumstances and the way she’d dismantled the small horde gnashing at her heels without a hair falling out of place? He’d already decided her statement wasn’t completely an outlandish one. Carlos was more than willing to take her word for it. And hey, maybe he could even score some brownie points with her. The FBI was bound to know something about the outbreak if they were here. If Carlos played his cards right, would Ada let some information slip?

“You can commandeer me anytime you want, agent Wong. I’m not gonna stop you.” In more ways than one— but he had to keep things somewhat professional in this life or death situation, didn’t he? Plus by the sounds of things, Ada had it pretty rough right now. Losing her whole team like that.. well, Carlos knew what that sort of loss could do to people. And he couldn’t imagine it’d put her in the mood for that kinda banter. Looks like he was on his best behaviour from here on out.

Fortunately, he knew exactly where her point of interest was. The police station was only a few blocks down, but ‘a few’ meant the equivalent of a lot with infected loitering the streets.

“Well, let’s get you to that station then. Be a real shame if that pretty face of yours ended up on a memorial somewhere.” Popping a fresh magazine into his rifle, — no doubt he’d be needing it — Carlos gestured for the end of the alleyway before leading the way. “How long have you been in the city for, anyway? Can’t imagine the FBI had been prepared for anything as bad as this.” Even if they did have some sort of inkling that an outbreak had been coming, clearly they’d be less than prepared.

Despite his blatant interest in her and her story though, Carlos remained alert, eyes scouring the eerily empty streets for any sign of trouble. He’d made Ada a deal that he’d get her to the police station in one piece.. and Carlos intended to keep it no matter the price.