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To be Affiliated. Warning: Entire blog is a spoiler for the Newflesh trilogy. Blog may contain violence, guns, zombie references, and swears.Faceclaim is Trinity as played by Carrie-Anne Moss.

[pathwaytothefuture]

failuretodie

It was very rare that this girl would cry, especially in front of people. but this time was a necessity. Her favorite book, the one she had planned on renting for the 63rd time, was now being rented by another person.

Oh God who resides in heaven…WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME DAMMIT WHAT DID I EVER DO WRONG?! AND DON’T PRETEND YOU CAN’T HEAR ME I KNOW FOR A FACT YOU EXIST IF CHRONOS AND THAT BLASTED VAMPIRE DO!!

[failuretodie-blog]

A library had seemed like a good place to start- most didn’t exist in the real world, back in her place, mostly all virtual libraries, but they looked like this one. But tangible. On her last visit, she had spent hours looking for any book that seemed like it had come from her world- but there were too many, and not enough hours in the day. On this visit, George hoped to read about this world, the one she’d been transported to. Somehow.

One problem- crying girl. Crying girls were not her specialty.

“So, why are you crying? Didn’t figure there was really any book worth crying over.”

[culannhound-blog]

╵⇢ ▇ “If that’s so, then how did I spot yer attention, hm?”

[failuretodie-blog]

“Good luck? Honestly it has everything to do with my glasses are for low-key observation, not high-key ignoring.”

[illchopitoff]

“…I know what zombies are. I’ve fought them myself. On top of other… undead things.” Not that he made it a point to seek them out. The farther he could stay away from them, the better. His brow furrowed and he shifted his weight from one foot to another as he listened to her. He crossed his arms over his chest and fixed his gaze on the woman.

“Just a group of thugs then.” He said, glancing around at the fallen men for a brief moment. “My job back home kinda requires me to be in some kind of peak shape. It’s… pretty dangerous there, too.”

[failuretodie-blog]

“Sorry. The way you said it made me think you didn’t know.” She shrugged, then furrowed her brows. “Other undead things? Like what exactly?”

“I’m still getting used to the whole ‘different realms’ business. What’s yours like, if you don’t mind me asking.”

[sacrificesoflove]

@failuretodie liked this for a Christmas starter!

“Isn’t it late to be shopping for gifts? The distress in your eye is tastefully enjoying to watch.”

[failuretodie-blog]

“Mostly looking to see if any of these damn stores sell any damn guns and so far the answer seems to be none.”

[culannhound-blog]

@failuretodie

╵⇢ ▇ “…Why are you wearin’ those sunglasses when its pretty dark out.”

[failuretodie-blog]

“Habit, I guess. Sort of needed them for most of my life. Plus, people think you aren’t paying attention when you wear them.”

[illchopitoff]

“Zombies…?”

That wasn’t a word that one heard every day. Well, not where he was from, anyway. He’d fought hordes of the undead before. Ranging from ghosts to zombies to demons but he can’t remember any time that he’d heard anyone note a lack of them. What kind of world was she from, exactly?

“I guess if they deserved it…” He hadn’t really been around to see what prompted the fighting. All he’d heard was the wet smack of flesh striking flesh. The occasional grunt or groan of pain had led him here. “What exactly do you mean by ‘worth it’?”

[failuretodie-blog]

“Yeah. Dead things, they move around and try to eat you?” Georgia stopped trying to explain and shrugged. It didn’t seem like the deceased came to threaten the city all that much. A place this large, letting people move around freely without blood tests to check for infection. Practically heaven.

“They felt that I was honor-bound to give them the time of day, and when our feelings turned out to not be mutual, they said something unkind. And I mean, if you don’t have to constantly worry about outrunning the dead, would you bother to stay in peak shape?”

[illchopitoff]

@failuretodie​

He’d watched it all go down and had stood by for assistance if it was necessary. He didn’t expect that he would need to. There weren’t any guns aside from the veritable toy that she had at her hip. With crossed arms, he simply chose to observe as the thugs were taken down one by one and rarely did a blow even glance her. When the fight was over and most of the men lay unconscious on the ground, he carefully stepped over them.

“Went a little overboard, don’t you think?”

[failuretodie-blog]

Assholes, all of them. Apparently, depriving them of precious eye contact with her merited some good old-fashioned name calling. It was a good damn thing her beautiful precious semi-automatic had been replaced, or they’d be needing more than a little arnica gel.

Someone came up behind her, and spoke. George turned to keep him in view, then shook her head. At least this rando didn’t seem like he was looking to take her down.

“They really ought to be in better condition if they want to try something like that. Not enough zombies around here to be worth it, I guess.”

[failuretodie-blog]

There are three things in this world that I truly believe in. That the truth will set us free; that lies are the prisons we build for ourselves; and that Shaun loves me. Everything else is just details.

Blackout by Mira Grant

[wishfantastic]

This is the truth: We are a nation accustomed to being afraid. If I’’m being honest, not just with you but with myself, it’s not just the nation, and it’s not just soething we’ve grown used to. It’s the world, and it’s an addiction. People crave fear. Fear justifies everything. Fear makes it okay to have surrendered freedom after freedom, until our every move is tracked and recorded in a dozen databases the average man will never have access to. Fear creates, defines, and shapes our world, and without it, most of us would have no idea what to do with ourselves.

George Mason, Feed by Mira Grant (via wishfantastic)