#47

“Nothing to hear but my very own cry; Far below the rocks and sky.” Maine’s own runaway.

[fugitive47]

Ray Garraty

he/him | 21 years old | Polish-American, Polish on his father’s side | questioning (bisexual, male lean)

Number 47, Maine’s home-state walker.

Main account — @ilimu

any pronouns | 18

TAGS

​♢ FUGITIVE — Main posts, in the AU where Ray survived getting shot at the end; legally dead and on the run.

＊ OTHER — Posts from other AUs, for example: a canon-compliant response as if Ray was still on The Walk.

→ × REVOLT — self-explanatory, AU where there is a successful revolt, and the walkers are trying to get to Canada.

→ more to be added 👀

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hi!! i’ll mostly be posting things related to my fugitive au ray — but i’ll also be accepting asks for canon-compliant or other aus!! please!!!! tlw rp accounts interact please!!! Im begging so nicely!!!

bear in mind that i MAY not be the most in character yet as I haven’t had many opportunities to write Ray yet…….. but i have to put him through the torture chamber….

Fugitive Ray AU Design

(below)

I won’t be revealing everything abt the plot I’ve planned out for him, but!! This does take place immediately after Ray gets shot by the Major. By sheer luck (and bullshitting okay give me some SLACK i just want him to live) and copious amounts of adrenaline, he’d manage to slip away from the city due to the huge chaos in the crowd (which he didn’t really notice the reason for. wink wink) and ran into the woods.

I am no expert on head wounds, so I may be kinda projecting what happened with my father after he had a stroke onto Ray… if I had to suffer through it second-hand so do you……… /lh

The asks, unless stated otherwise in said task, are all things Ray is hallucinating. So do with that what you will!

Also I’m slowly going to drop hints as we go along about what happened after Ray got shot but. you can probably assume it’s closer to canon compliance than to a completely bullshit idea. 🥹🥹🥹

[ilimu]

GULPS. now that I have more than just the beginning chapter, I guess I can drop my fic here?

Can’t Catch Me Now

At the end of the ■■th annual Long Walk, the winner, number 23, Peter Mcvries, fatally wounded The Major.

The crowds soon dispersed. When collecting the bodies, there was one participant unaccounted for.

Number 47.

———

Ray survives getting shot in the head.

Yes!! I have finally decided to write a fic for the ray blog I had been running, with my Fugitive AU!! I’d love to hear your thoughts on it!! 😙😙

Here’s a preview for chapter 2 i just wrote below, for anyone curious 👀

[ilimu]

posting a wip of a chapter of my fugitive ray au because if i don’t i fear this chapter will never get written LMAOA

obligatory english is not my first language and. if i make them ooc i deserve the guillotine ok? /lh

also side note. ray has brain damage okay im not making him an uwu softie PLEASE he got shot in the head

[fugitive47]

I really fuckin' hope Stebbins wasn't just fuckin' delirious...

Collie mumbles to himself as he dials the number he was told, his heart in his throat.

Even though Ray picked up the call, he didn’t say anything for a moment — the phone was also the Major’s, and if they heard someone else answering it, well, it wouldn’t end well for Ray.

After the silence stretched on for a while, Ray cautiously mumbled;

… Stebbins?

[48th-lamb-to-the-slaughter]

Holy shit..!

Collie chokes out a mix between a laugh and a sob, letting himself breathe.

Oh my fuckin' God. Oh my God, you're... you're alive.

[fugitive47]

Collie—! Ray almost shouted, but he stopped himself.

Yeah, yeah, I— I’m okay, as okay as I can be… I’m sorry for… scaring you all? Haha…

[48th-lamb-to-the-slaughter]

I'm so sorry, Ray. Fuck, I'm so goddamn sorry, I shoulda made you come with us...

His voice shakes as he is still laughing(?).

How are you even fuckin' able to call us?

[fugitive47]

No, no, ‘s not your fault, really… I was just being an idiot, and it… caught up to me, I guess.

At Collie’s words, he lets out an awkward chuckle.

… There’s a possibility I dislocated my thumb to get one of my hands out of cuffs?

[48th-lamb-to-the-slaughter]

Jesus Christ, dude, your self preservation skills are shit.

He sigh deeply.

Do you think I can sneak and get you?

[fugitive47]

I… I don’t know. Really. I’ll keep you all updated, it’s just… he’s so fucking cryptic about what he plans to do that I genuinely have no idea how to even plan something like that, you know?

[48th-lamb-to-the-slaughter]

Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, hm?

I'll do what I can, Ray. Promise, you're gonna be safe. Just... don't dislocate anymore extremities before I get there. Pete'll be real sad if you turn up with broke fingers.

[fugitive47]

I’ll try my best. I sure as hell won’t go down without a fight, I’ll tell you that.

You stay safe too, Parker.

I promise I won’t dislocate anything on purpose. Promise.

[fugitive47]

I really fuckin' hope Stebbins wasn't just fuckin' delirious...

Collie mumbles to himself as he dials the number he was told, his heart in his throat.

Even though Ray picked up the call, he didn’t say anything for a moment — the phone was also the Major’s, and if they heard someone else answering it, well, it wouldn’t end well for Ray.

After the silence stretched on for a while, Ray cautiously mumbled;

… Stebbins?

[48th-lamb-to-the-slaughter]

Holy shit..!

Collie chokes out a mix between a laugh and a sob, letting himself breathe.

Oh my fuckin' God. Oh my God, you're... you're alive.

[fugitive47]

Collie—! Ray almost shouted, but he stopped himself.

Yeah, yeah, I— I’m okay, as okay as I can be… I’m sorry for… scaring you all? Haha…

[48th-lamb-to-the-slaughter]

I'm so sorry, Ray. Fuck, I'm so goddamn sorry, I shoulda made you come with us...

His voice shakes as he is still laughing(?).

How are you even fuckin' able to call us?

[fugitive47]

No, no, ‘s not your fault, really… I was just being an idiot, and it… caught up to me, I guess.

At Collie’s words, he lets out an awkward chuckle.

… There’s a possibility I dislocated my thumb to get one of my hands out of cuffs?

[48th-lamb-to-the-slaughter]

Jesus Christ, dude, your self preservation skills are shit.

He sigh deeply.

Do you think I can sneak and get you?

[fugitive47]

I… I don’t know. Really. I’ll keep you all updated, it’s just… he’s so fucking cryptic about what he plans to do that I genuinely have no idea how to even plan something like that, you know?

[fugitive47]

I really fuckin' hope Stebbins wasn't just fuckin' delirious...

Collie mumbles to himself as he dials the number he was told, his heart in his throat.

Even though Ray picked up the call, he didn’t say anything for a moment — the phone was also the Major’s, and if they heard someone else answering it, well, it wouldn’t end well for Ray.

After the silence stretched on for a while, Ray cautiously mumbled;

… Stebbins?

[48th-lamb-to-the-slaughter]

Holy shit..!

Collie chokes out a mix between a laugh and a sob, letting himself breathe.

Oh my fuckin' God. Oh my God, you're... you're alive.

[fugitive47]

Collie—! Ray almost shouted, but he stopped himself.

Yeah, yeah, I— I’m okay, as okay as I can be… I’m sorry for… scaring you all? Haha…

[48th-lamb-to-the-slaughter]

I'm so sorry, Ray. Fuck, I'm so goddamn sorry, I shoulda made you come with us...

His voice shakes as he is still laughing(?).

How are you even fuckin' able to call us?

[fugitive47]

No, no, ‘s not your fault, really… I was just being an idiot, and it… caught up to me, I guess.

At Collie’s words, he lets out an awkward chuckle.

… There’s a possibility I dislocated my thumb to get one of my hands out of cuffs?

[fugitive47]

I really fuckin' hope Stebbins wasn't just fuckin' delirious...

Collie mumbles to himself as he dials the number he was told, his heart in his throat.

Even though Ray picked up the call, he didn’t say anything for a moment — the phone was also the Major’s, and if they heard someone else answering it, well, it wouldn’t end well for Ray.

After the silence stretched on for a while, Ray cautiously mumbled;

… Stebbins?

[48th-lamb-to-the-slaughter]

Holy shit..!

Collie chokes out a mix between a laugh and a sob, letting himself breathe.

Oh my fuckin' God. Oh my God, you're... you're alive.

[fugitive47]

Collie—! Ray almost shouted, but he stopped himself.

Yeah, yeah, I— I’m okay, as okay as I can be… I’m sorry for… scaring you all? Haha…

[fugitive47]

I really fuckin' hope Stebbins wasn't just fuckin' delirious...

Collie mumbles to himself as he dials the number he was told, his heart in his throat.

Even though Ray picked up the call, he didn’t say anything for a moment — the phone was also the Major’s, and if they heard someone else answering it, well, it wouldn’t end well for Ray.

After the silence stretched on for a while, Ray cautiously mumbled;

… Stebbins?

[stebbinswilliam]

Ring, ring…

— @fugitive47 ×

Ah- hello? Anyone there?

[fugitive47]

…um. Hi Stebbins. I’m— alive, as you can hear. I, uh, gotta keep quiet though, kinda shouldn’t have access to this at all…

[stebbinswilliam]

Fuck. I thought you were- Stebbins suppresses a cough over the phone and sniffles. I thought you were a goner, Garraty.

I have to admit, I’m relieved. Where are you? Are you able to get home? How’d you get a means of contact? You need to fill me in, Ray.

[fugitive47]

I thought so too, for a moment. But— okay, I’ll be quick.

I’m— with the Major. Collie knows where. I can’t, since I’m shackled to… a fucking table. Had to— dislocate my thumb to even get to this phone.

But I’m— fine. As fine as I can be…

[stebbinswilliam]

Good. Collie’s helping you, right? I… Can’t do much in my current condition.

[fugitive47]

I mean, I haven’t been able to talk to him yet… Due to, y’know, you picking up this call first.

How’re you feeling? Matter of fact— how’s everyone? Just… give me something to distract me from where I currently fucking am…

[stebbinswilliam]

Ring, ring…

— @fugitive47 ×

Ah- hello? Anyone there?

[fugitive47]

…um. Hi Stebbins. I’m— alive, as you can hear. I, uh, gotta keep quiet though, kinda shouldn’t have access to this at all…

[stebbinswilliam]

Fuck. I thought you were- Stebbins suppresses a cough over the phone and sniffles. I thought you were a goner, Garraty.

I have to admit, I’m relieved. Where are you? Are you able to get home? How’d you get a means of contact? You need to fill me in, Ray.

[fugitive47]

I thought so too, for a moment. But— okay, I’ll be quick.

I’m— with the Major. Collie knows where. I can’t, since I’m shackled to… a fucking table. Had to— dislocate my thumb to even get to this phone.

But I’m— fine. As fine as I can be…

[stebbinswilliam]

Ring, ring…

— @fugitive47 ×

Ah- hello? Anyone there?

[fugitive47]

…um. Hi Stebbins. I’m— alive, as you can hear. I, uh, gotta keep quiet though, kinda shouldn’t have access to this at all…

[fugitive47]

Ray watched as Collie helped Pina get away. Of course, at first, he was following behind them — until, slowly but surely, his footsteps became more and more spaced out. More and more faint.

Fuck— fuck, why— why now, why now…

The pain that flared in his abdomen seemed to completely overwhelm him. It wasn’t a new wound, no. Of course, he was a Garraty — hiding something detrimental until it already causes enough damage.

And, unlike the banned materials he had kept in his room, the bullet in his abdomen from the beginning of the revolt itself caused him real harm.

He leaned on a nearby tree — and seeing that Collie and Pina’s outlines were growing blurrier, fainter, farther and farther away from him, safe —

He went out like a light.

[whos-got-sack]

[Having regained his footing, the Major stalks out of the house, his grip on the pistol tight. He stumbles around for a few minutes, shouting for the Walkers to show themselves, then eventually comes across Ray, crumpled on the ground. He presses his lips together in the barest form of a smile.]

Raymond Davis Garraty...

[The Major hauls Ray's unconscious form up, taking him back into the house. He then fastens cuffs on Ray's wrists, chaining him to the table.]

[Adjusting his sunglasses, he walks over to the phone and dials a number, keeping his eyes fixed on Ray's inert form.]

Two of them escaped. Parker and Awasthi. However. I have Mr. Raymond Garraty here with me...

[fugitive47]

Ray, still mildly in pain, opened his eyes with a groan. His head was pounding, ears ringing as he tried to look around.

Wh… where the hell am I…

When he tried to touch the wound that caused him to pass out in the first place — he realized he couldn’t quite move his hands. That’s when the panic set in.

Sh— shit—

[whos-got-sack]

[The Major puts the phone down, turning to Ray.]

Raymond Davis Garraty, you are under arrest for murder, attempted murder, and assault. Protesting will only make matters worse for you.

Do not struggle, do not resist.

[fugitive47]

Fuck—! No, no—

He let out shaky gasps as he tried to move his shackled hands, the metal digging into his wrists.

You’ll— you’ll kill me. You’ll fucking kill me either way!

[whos-got-sack]

You do not know that, Garraty. Remember, do not protest.

[fugitive47]

… why. Why did you take me here?! I was— I was passed out, you could’ve finished the job here and then.

[whos-got-sack]

Ah. So smart, and yet so slow.

You will find out, Garraty. In time.

[fugitive47]

What the fuck?

God, I can see where Stebbins got the riddle telling from. Fucking— bastard.

[whos-got-sack]

I do not know what you are talking about, Garraty. I believe you may be hallucinating.

[fugitive47]

Hallucinating?! Does William Stebbins not ring a bell, or are you going to stay ignorant about that like with the rest of what happens in the States?!

[whos-got-sack]

I recognize that name from the Walk, and the Walk alone. I believe he was Walker 38, correct?

[fugitive47]

Yes. His number’s 38.

Can see why you don’t go parading your personal life. No official child of your own, but these bastards are fine to keep under wraps, huh?

[whos-got-sack]

This is an extremely serious accusation to make. You are wrong, and I advise you not to go around spouting this misinformation, as it will only make your situation worse.

[fugitive47]

…’s not like I could do it. I’m quite literally handcuffed here.

What— what the hell do you even want from me? Can you stop being cryptic for a second?!

[fugitive47]

Termites are in your bones and eating you inside out 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭Whaaaa t

Ggggod don’t. Don’t say tthat. Thag’s not ttrue sstop.

[fugitive47]

Ray watched as Collie helped Pina get away. Of course, at first, he was following behind them — until, slowly but surely, his footsteps became more and more spaced out. More and more faint.

Fuck— fuck, why— why now, why now…

The pain that flared in his abdomen seemed to completely overwhelm him. It wasn’t a new wound, no. Of course, he was a Garraty — hiding something detrimental until it already causes enough damage.

And, unlike the banned materials he had kept in his room, the bullet in his abdomen from the beginning of the revolt itself caused him real harm.

He leaned on a nearby tree — and seeing that Collie and Pina’s outlines were growing blurrier, fainter, farther and farther away from him, safe —

He went out like a light.

[whos-got-sack]

[Having regained his footing, the Major stalks out of the house, his grip on the pistol tight. He stumbles around for a few minutes, shouting for the Walkers to show themselves, then eventually comes across Ray, crumpled on the ground. He presses his lips together in the barest form of a smile.]

Raymond Davis Garraty...

[The Major hauls Ray's unconscious form up, taking him back into the house. He then fastens cuffs on Ray's wrists, chaining him to the table.]

[Adjusting his sunglasses, he walks over to the phone and dials a number, keeping his eyes fixed on Ray's inert form.]

Two of them escaped. Parker and Awasthi. However. I have Mr. Raymond Garraty here with me...

[fugitive47]

Ray, still mildly in pain, opened his eyes with a groan. His head was pounding, ears ringing as he tried to look around.

Wh… where the hell am I…

When he tried to touch the wound that caused him to pass out in the first place — he realized he couldn’t quite move his hands. That’s when the panic set in.

Sh— shit—

[whos-got-sack]

[The Major puts the phone down, turning to Ray.]

Raymond Davis Garraty, you are under arrest for murder, attempted murder, and assault. Protesting will only make matters worse for you.

Do not struggle, do not resist.

[fugitive47]

Fuck—! No, no—

He let out shaky gasps as he tried to move his shackled hands, the metal digging into his wrists.

You’ll— you’ll kill me. You’ll fucking kill me either way!

[whos-got-sack]

You do not know that, Garraty. Remember, do not protest.

[fugitive47]

… why. Why did you take me here?! I was— I was passed out, you could’ve finished the job here and then.

[whos-got-sack]

Ah. So smart, and yet so slow.

You will find out, Garraty. In time.

[fugitive47]

What the fuck?

God, I can see where Stebbins got the riddle telling from. Fucking— bastard.

[whos-got-sack]

I do not know what you are talking about, Garraty. I believe you may be hallucinating.

[fugitive47]

Hallucinating?! Does William Stebbins not ring a bell, or are you going to stay ignorant about that like with the rest of what happens in the States?!

[whos-got-sack]

I recognize that name from the Walk, and the Walk alone. I believe he was Walker 38, correct?

[fugitive47]

Yes. His number’s 38.

Can see why you don’t go parading your personal life. No official child of your own, but these bastards are fine to keep under wraps, huh?

[fugitive47]

Hello Ray it’s me Peter mcvries I have a new blog on this cool app called tumblr and my username isjellibelli38 I have a deredere crush on you do you accept will you be my yandere

???? Wwhat are these words. What do yyou mean.

[fugitive47]

Pete: Hey *winks*

Um??? Hi? I wwill be ignoring that your username implies it’s nnot???

[fugitive47]

Ray watched as Collie helped Pina get away. Of course, at first, he was following behind them — until, slowly but surely, his footsteps became more and more spaced out. More and more faint.

Fuck— fuck, why— why now, why now…

The pain that flared in his abdomen seemed to completely overwhelm him. It wasn’t a new wound, no. Of course, he was a Garraty — hiding something detrimental until it already causes enough damage.

And, unlike the banned materials he had kept in his room, the bullet in his abdomen from the beginning of the revolt itself caused him real harm.

He leaned on a nearby tree — and seeing that Collie and Pina’s outlines were growing blurrier, fainter, farther and farther away from him, safe —

He went out like a light.

[whos-got-sack]

[Having regained his footing, the Major stalks out of the house, his grip on the pistol tight. He stumbles around for a few minutes, shouting for the Walkers to show themselves, then eventually comes across Ray, crumpled on the ground. He presses his lips together in the barest form of a smile.]

Raymond Davis Garraty...

[The Major hauls Ray's unconscious form up, taking him back into the house. He then fastens cuffs on Ray's wrists, chaining him to the table.]

[Adjusting his sunglasses, he walks over to the phone and dials a number, keeping his eyes fixed on Ray's inert form.]

Two of them escaped. Parker and Awasthi. However. I have Mr. Raymond Garraty here with me...

[fugitive47]

Ray, still mildly in pain, opened his eyes with a groan. His head was pounding, ears ringing as he tried to look around.

Wh… where the hell am I…

When he tried to touch the wound that caused him to pass out in the first place — he realized he couldn’t quite move his hands. That’s when the panic set in.

Sh— shit—

[whos-got-sack]

[The Major puts the phone down, turning to Ray.]

Raymond Davis Garraty, you are under arrest for murder, attempted murder, and assault. Protesting will only make matters worse for you.

Do not struggle, do not resist.

[fugitive47]

Fuck—! No, no—

He let out shaky gasps as he tried to move his shackled hands, the metal digging into his wrists.

You’ll— you’ll kill me. You’ll fucking kill me either way!

[whos-got-sack]

You do not know that, Garraty. Remember, do not protest.

[fugitive47]

… why. Why did you take me here?! I was— I was passed out, you could’ve finished the job here and then.

[whos-got-sack]

Ah. So smart, and yet so slow.

You will find out, Garraty. In time.

[fugitive47]

What the fuck?

God, I can see where Stebbins got the riddle telling from. Fucking— bastard.

[whos-got-sack]

I do not know what you are talking about, Garraty. I believe you may be hallucinating.

[fugitive47]

Hallucinating?! Does William Stebbins not ring a bell, or are you going to stay ignorant about that like with the rest of what happens in the States?!