Kennedy Ryan

25. History buff. Anthro nerd. Dreamer by day, fighter by night. I'm just trying to survive. Aren't we all?

[i-have-the-mojo]

It Takes a Farmboy || Jasper & Kennedy || Day 07

[i-have-the-mojo]

“Good enough for me,” Jasper agreed, still grinning from being called Clark. Being likened to young Superman was something he could live with, certainly the most flattering nickname he’d had in a while. He chuckled as he thought of the names he was more likely to get. Oh well. At least one person here liked him.

“You’ll be surprised to hear I wasn’t a complete failure in geography,” he said, brows raised in mock surprise. “I could even tell you that the capital of Ireland is…” Oh fuck, which one was it again? “Is Dublin. Belfast is the other one, isn’t it?” He shrugged. “Alright, geography’s never been my strength, but that’s what Wikipedia is for.”

He dropped the brush, momentarily losing all interest in taking care of the mare when another reminder hit him that the life he had known was over. There would be no Wikipedia, no Google Maps, not even another season of Game of Thrones.

Fuck.

Jasper’s smile was far more strained all of a sudden. “Right, we can talk to the others about that supply run. In fact, I think I’ll leave that to you. I’ll just… You’re better with stuff like that.” Or maybe not, but it wasn’t like they could distrust her more than him.

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Kennedy cocked a brow and gave the boy a side smile.

“Belfast, yes. That’s Northern Ireland- y’know, where all the religious fanatics take refuge. I’m from the Republic of Ireland, though. Part of the European Union,” Kennedy said proudly, giving him a nudge with her shoulder. “Wikipedia, though. Really? Does the Internet even work anymore?”

Kennedy had been able to use her phone, but the Internet on her device was another story. She wasn’t sure if that was a result of being in the middle of nowhere or because the Internet had just ceased to work since the Outbreak had gotten bad. It seemed Jasper had the same realization, his face going cold and distant at the thought of no Internet, no advances in technology, no ability to share information digitally.

Jasper admitted he trusted her in talking to the others rather than himself. This was certainly interesting to hear. Kennedy had been approached with speculation and uncertainty since she’d happened upon the ranch, but hearing that Jasper thought she was good enough to propose such an idea to the others was encouraging.

“Brilliant,” she replied. “Okay. I can do that.” 

[jdnotawalkeryet-blog]

Somebody’s been sleeping in my bed - Kennedy & JD - Day 08

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JD considered that, her mind instantly moving to the possibility she’d suggested.  “A wall?” she asked even as she moved deeper into the room.  She didn’t see the simple, bare-wood dresser and bed.  Didn’t notice the thick quilt on the bed or pretty much anything else.

She was focused on the idea of walls…

“That would be a good idea… something strong enough to hold up if a bunch of those things come through.  I mean, I’d prefer 8 foot thick concrete slabs but really anything strong enough to keep them out would be useful… a fence or maybe a line of vehicles surrounding the perimeter.  A couple cars thick with some chicken or razor wire lined in between each car so they get caught on it… that could-”

She broke off when she realized she was thinking aloud and basically ignoring the person with her.  She flushed hotly and then smiled and said, “Ah… yeah.  Yeah this looks really good.  As for your stuff though, why wait?  There’s several horses, we could ride out to the car and get your stuff, be back before sundown.”

[gaelachilyalive]

“Mm, yeah, anything that could keep them away just in case,” Kennedy replied quietly, glad that her idea was taken with such consideration. It would certainly help make things safer. If they were surrounded by Walkers, even the walls, windows, and doors on the ranch wouldn’t be able to keep them out indefinitely- besides, they’d have to exit to get food eventually. A wall around the permitter would be better; it’d give them more time and they’d be able to take them out easier from the ranch. They might even be able to simply draw them away somehow. Still, Kennedy wasn’t sure she’d ever feel completely safe unless they had thick, steel, bulletproof encasings around the entire ranch. 

It wasn’t just Roamers that could be dangerous, after all.

“Now?!” Kennedy asked, blushing herself. “You just got back! I didn’t think-- aren’t there rules that we have to follow?” Why was she acting this way; so scared and reserved and... nervous. Kenney was fairly certain it was just circumstance. A post-apocalyptic world surrounded by new people she didn’t know, threats waiting around every corner. Plus, JD was fucking gorgeous, which simply didn’t help matters. She took a sharp inhale, channeling her old self. She needed to shake this new version of Kennedy off lest she be overcome by fear.

“Alright. If you’re willing to come with me, I’m willing to go. Believe I’ve got a full bottle’ve whiskey in my trunk, too,” she replied, grinning.

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[gaelachilyalive]

Toxicity || Kennedy & Matt  || Day 06

[justagman-notasaint]

“I can help make things secure.”

He nodded and said, “Probably best to talk to Fox about that since JD isn’t here.” It was good that she wanted to help. That’s what they needed to do now more than ever. Band together and work to keep the horror out. He wasn’t sure he believed they’d ever be truly safe, but it was worth the effort in his opinion.

He glanced over from where he’d settled on the top step and shook his head. “I won’t be getting any sleep, not until Marshall and JD make it back.” He sighed softly and looked down at the cracks in the wood of the step. “I shouldn’t have let them go anyway. Odds of finding my son were already slim.” He was just so desperate. To know he’d been so close and they’d just left.

It was the first time in their acquaintance that he’d ever hated Marshall’s ability to compartmentalize everything. He’d always been good at that. Matt believed himself to be relatively good, but not like Marshall. His best friend could focus on a task to the exclusion of all other things. It was like he thought in a system of priorities.

As mad as he wanted to be, he didn’t doubt for a second that if it had been his own wife and daughter out there, Marshall would have made the same call. He was good like that. It was what made him a good leader. It was also frightening to know that if push came to shove, Marshall would let him die if it meant saving everyone else. It would be the right call, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept. No one liked knowing that their best friend could chose the world over them.

He shifted uncomfortably and then glanced at the girl. “You should go eat something more than those peanuts. The place has power. Cook up some food if you can. Everyone’s probably hungry.” He paused and then looked down. “Don’t have to though, alright? We’re not going to kick you out. It was just a suggestion.”

[gaelachilyalive]

Kennedy glanced up when he mentioned a son. God, that had to be hard. She didn’t want to pry and ask more, but missing her parents was difficult enough and they were on another bloody continent. She hadn’t seen them in many months and wasn’t even sure if the outbreak had reached Ireland, particularly their quaint locales. She couldn’t imagine having a child that might be out there, wandering around to fend for himself. 

“I’m sorry,” she managed quietly. She felt so out of her element. It was a depressing, terrifying world out there. Kennedy was so accustomed to a good life; a cozy place to live with dreams of wild adventures and a fun-loving, spontaneous outlook on life. She was usually the light in the darkness, the life of the party. But this. She had no friends out here. Her family was on the other side of the world. She was certain many of her friends were gone, left to wander around like every other walking corpse she’d stumbled upon since this whole fucking outbreak occurred. How could Kennedy continue to be that optimistic, adventure-seeking young woman that she once upon a time had been?

“Oh, brilliant idea. I’ll see what I can cook up,” Kennedy replied. Her mother used to do the same; in times of sadness or grief or emotional upheaval of some sort, she cooked to make everyone feel better and to distract herself. The Irish weren’t exactly known for their culinary expertise, but Kennedy knew a few easy, delicious recipes that she could whip up in bulk if the stock in the kitchen had all necessary ingredients. “I’ll do that. I don’t mind.”

She got to her feet, giving Matt a small, sad smile.

“Thanks,” she said softly. “For not just throwing me out on my arse. Would’ve done so if it were me, likely. Hope this all works out.”

[jdnotawalkeryet-blog]

Somebody’s been sleeping in my bed - Kennedy & JD - Day 08

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JD smiled slightly, “Yeah, life of a military brat.  Interesting… different… mildly-fucked-up… that about sums it up,” she said, winking.  “But Alaska is gorgeous.  I’d definitely recommend a trip.”  She hesitated, shifting a little and said, “You know… assuming we ever leave this Godsforsaken state…”

She perked up slightly at the comments about the group.  She didn’t want to think about how very unlikely it seemed right now that they’d ever get out of fucking Texas.  The roads were all closed down.  The airports were grounded.  The trains weren’t running… it was like the world had just ‘stopped’.  

But this.  The here and now.  That made sense.  She found the only knot in the rug they were walking on to trip over and stumbled into the wall but quickly caught herself.  Rubbing slightly at the point on her hip where she’d hit but shrugging it off (when you tripped as much as she did, you always shrugged it off), she said, “I’m still holding out hope for a cure too but yes, this place seems pretty well secured and we can grow crops and such.  I’m sure Fox and Marshall already have a patrol set up around the perimeter so we can feel safer.”

She stepped into the room and then grinned and nodded, “Here we go.  This room doesn’t look like it’s been claimed yet,” she said as she looked around.

[gaelachilyalive]

“We will,” Kennedy replied, doing her best to reassure a woman she didn’t even yet know. It felt impossible right now, but she knew, in part, they merely couldn’t see past their current situation. Deep down, Kennedy believed there would be a cure. It was what kept her going. There had to be a way out of this hell that the world turned into.

“Oh!” Kennedy exclaimed as JD tripped and caught herself before falling flat on her face. She made to help the woman, knowing how embarrassing such a thing could be, but stopped when JD spoke, ignoring the stumble.

Kennedy nodded.

“I think we should build a wall or something. Keep them out, give us a vantage to see from,” Kennedy said quietly. She’d yet to see a herd of Roamers, but had heard tales that they sometimes traveled in packs. If a herd happened to wander into the area, they would be screwed. A wall would keep them out, though it would be nearly impossible to build without knocking down loads of trees and finding someone with structural knowledge.

The room was small but quaint, seemingly away from everyone. Kennedy liked it. She smiled and stepped inside.

“Brilliant,” she replied. “Now, I just need some things to make it my own. Honestly, I left most of my shit a half day’s walk in my car. Maybe I could take a horse to it sometime, see if I can get it back... For now, I’ll have to live in the same three outfits.”

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[jdnotawalkeryet-blog]

Somebody’s been sleeping in my bed - Kennedy & JD - Day 08

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JD shook her head, “Oh you’d be amazed.  With the right tools you can build all kinds of things.  Machine shop was probably one of my best classes in school. I love building things and taking them apart to see how they tick.  I mean, I don’t know jack about cars and stuff, but give me a decent lathe and I’ll build you a fortress!  Well… or at least a really cool panic room.”

From Alaska?  Why would she-  She blinked and then smiled and said, “Oh!  Gramma Mags.  No.  I’m not from there.  I was actually born in Sefid Kuh.  It’s a tiny little speck of a village in Iran not far from the Northwestern tip of Namak Lake.”  She shrugged, “Mom didn’t really believe in ‘taking it easy’ just because she was pregnant.”

She smiled and said, “Alaska is beautiful though.  It’s so wild.  Dangerous in a lot of ways, it’s much less tamed than here and survival is a real question…” she paused and said, “though… I guess anywhere is becoming like that nowadays.”

JD smiled and nodded, “Aye.  That sounds just about perfect doesn’t it?  Just get a community together, a real home.”  She shook her head as she made her way to the bedroom on the first floor.  “I think we can do it here, definitely.”

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“Iran? Damn,” Kennedy replied. She wondered what brought JD’s mother to Iran; it wasn’t exactly a place America seemed too friendly with. “That’s interesting, though.”

Kennedy chewed the inside of her cheek as she listened to JD speak; a nervous habit she developed at a young age.

“Alaska sounds lovely. If there’s ever a cure, I’d love to spend some time there,” she said quietly. More pressing, however, was getting her ass back to Ireland to check in on her family and friends. 

“It does sound nice. I hope it’s possible. If, worst case scenario, there’s never a cure, it’d be good to have a group of people fighting the good fight. Together,” Kennedy replied, smiling.

[i-have-the-mojo]

For Valor / Kennedy & Jasper / Emergency Broadcast

Whatever charitable thoughts Jasper might have had towards Texan small-towns, each and every one of them had been proven grossly wrong and overly optimistic. There was absolutely nothing redeeming about this town – with the possible exception of it not being overrun by Walkers, but as he kicked a trash can, Jasper decided that he would prefer zombies to the sheer creepiness of an abandoned town.

He winced at the far too loud clang his kick made, and then winced again when the metal can toppled. “Fuck,” Jasper growled. He twisted around as if a Walker might already be creeping up to him, but behind him there was nothing but an abandoned street.

They were on what seemed to be the main street, though in his current uncharitable mood Jasper was more inclined to call it the only street.

Despite the searing heat, cold shivers ran down his spine, and he wished fervently that Kennedy had never suggested splitting up. It was sensible, they could cover more ground separately and would be safe as long as they remained in shouting distance. It was just, Jasper was terrified.

“Never mind,” he muttered and slipped into the next shop. There were rows of outdated newspapers, and other rows of cigarattes. Jasper growled his frustration. He slipped the huge, sturdy backpack he wore off his shoulders, and stuffed some packages into his backpack. People would seek to cater to their addictions even during times of need. They might make for good bartering.

Sweat beaded on Jasper’s forehead, he licked his lips though his mouth was parched as well. They hadn’t brought much to travel light, and had to preserve water for the return trip. He ignored that his hands were shaking while he went into the backroom and rummaged around in abandoned cardboard boxes, hoping to find chocolate or granola bars, or something else which might actually be useful.

His backpack was already well-filled with food, yet none of that could keep the anxiety from rising. He hadn’t found a single dose of insulin yet. Jasper reached for the cannula of his insulin pump, he closed his eyes for a moment. He was fine. He would be fine. There was time.

“I have time,” he told himself, “I’m fine.” He squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to focus on his breathing.

He needed Kennedy. She would help him regain his calm.

A scream echoed through the empty town. Jasper’s eyes shot open.

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There was something eerie about stumbling across a seemingly abandoned town. Kennedy had only ever seen such things in movies and, despite mentally preparing herself for the worst, it was far more bizarre and off-putting than she imagined it would be. It wasn’t as though the apocalypse had been going on for years or even months. Just over two weeks ago, Kennedy was back in College Station, working on cataloging interesting articles at Texas A&M’s vast library. 

Oh, how things changed.

She spent the past several days practicing the use of a sword and guns until she felt comfortable enough to venture off with Jasper on a much needed run. She’d gotten fairly good at it, too; her small muscles strengthening in her upper body. Though she was new, she felt confident once they made their way out in the sweltering heat; the sun causing her fair skin to redden and bubble with sweat. 

Keeping a careful eye on Jasper’s movements from her vantage, Kennedy entered a pharmacy with her gun drawn just in case. Most of these places had been cleared clean by locals before they must have run off in hopes of an escape, but there were medications, feminine products, hygienic products, snacks, and bottled water still available. She filled her bag to the top with food and water first before stuffing bottles of pain relievers, antibacterial creams, and other run-of-the-mill over the counters that might come in use. It would be good to get in the back and grab some heavier drugs, but Kennedy knew she would have to be careful in labeling. She wasn’t sure what those back at the ranch might need and taking the wrong things could be lethal.

Excited with her find, Kennedy left the store to find Jasper to tell him of her victory and see if he wanted to take a quick look through as well. When she exited, however, she spotted a lone Roamer dragging his feet down the center of the road. She gasped quietly and stepped back, ducking down in hopes that the thing would merely move on. Across the way, Kennedy spotted Jasper exiting a building, his eyes on the ground and unaware of the Roamer. Not wanting to scream, Kennedy stood up and did her best to get his attention. 

Her heart was in her throat. The last thing she needed was to watch her new friend get dragged off by a Roamer knowing she did nothing to help. Kennedy surged forward suddenly.

“Jasper!” she screamed, her sword over her head as the Walker turned towards her, arms outstretched, his grotesque mouth chomping in her direction, ready to eat her alive. Kennedy took a deep breath and swung with all her might, slicing his head right off his body.

“Holy shit,” she exhaled.

Little did she know, it wasn’t just Jasper’s attention she’d caught.

[i-have-the-mojo]

It Takes a Farmboy || Jasper & Kennedy || Day 07

[i-have-the-mojo]

He shook his head. “Never been anyplace more exotic than southern Canada, I’m afraid. I went all the way up to Montreal on a roadtrip once…” He flashed her a crooked grin. “The girls speak French there.” His grin faltered. “Well, they used to, I reckon they’re more into screaming these days, like people everywhere else…” He gave another shake of his head, it wasn’t something he wanted to contemplate.

Just like he didn’t want to contemplate home. Kennedy had asked it as one question among many, which would make it easy enough to ignore this one. The idea of going supplies hunting on horseback had merit, he could talk about that.

He went back to brushing the mare, putting more effort into it now that he had some vague goal in mind, but her question wouldn’t leave him alone. Hell if he could say why he was even contemplating telling her the truth but… He eyed the young woman from the corner of his eyes again, thought about the easy sense of companionship he felt with her. It would be easy to tell her.

“I’m from nowhere special,” he said vaguely, “about as stereotypically small town American as you can get. You’d have never heard of the place. One of these one-street towns with more cattle than people.” Which was more than he’d told anyone in quite a while, though he doubted Kenz would appreciate it. She couldn’t know that he normally made up outrageous stories. “Just call me Asian Clark Kent.”

He turned fully towards her, letting the hand holding the brush drop. “Speaking of cowboy skills, taking the horses to go exploring sounds like a good idea. We might as well save petrol, I doubt there’s going to be anymore service around here, and we wouldn’t be reliant on the roads.” Jasper shrugged. “I have no idea if there’s anyplace worth exploring within riding distance, though.”

Not that Jasper had actually been planning to go exploring or supplies hunting or doing anything for this group of crazies, but if he went with Kennedy it wouldn’t be so bad.

[gaelachilyalive]

Kennedy quirked her brows and shook her head, a smile on her lips. It was obvious Jasper thought he was something special, particularly before the apocalypse. She knew men like this and she found it funny that he was still keeping up the charade despite the fact that so many lost their lives and there were corpses wandering around, trying to eat them.

She said nothing as he explained where he was from, absently brushing the horse all the while. Kennedy quietly nodded, keeping her thoughts to herself. It was much easier that way, though a part of her wanted to make fun of him and joke around.

“Place I’ve never heard of. Right,” she said, not quite believing his explanation. But she wasn’t going to pry if this wasn’t something he was willing to discuss. 

“I’m from Ireland, which is somewhere I hope you have heard of.” Kennedy grinned and punched his arm gently. She didn’t see the harm in disclosing personal information. It wasn’t as though they could use that information against her; or so she hoped. Still, Kennedy didn’t like the idea of giving up her identity entirely. What else did she have now that the world had gone to shit and she didn’t even know if her family and friends back home were alright?

“Alright Clark,” she said. “Let’s ask the head honcho’s if we can take these guys out for a ride. Maybe by the end of the week? I imagine we could find somewhere. I don’t think this place would have been entirely self-sustainable before the whole-- Roamer situation. Bet the owners had to go food and clothes shopping on occasion. Means there’s got to be somewhere.” 

[gaelachilyalive]

Feckin’ Useless || Kennedy & Fox || Day 08

[viciousvulpine-blog]

Katya smiled at the compliment. “I lived in Russia. My Papa ran a private security firm. I worked for him. I would be… a bodyguard, or… whatever.” She shrugged. She’d loved her job. She’d known it was what she wanted to do since she was about three years old, and she loved it. She’d loved training, too, helping her fellow students.

She watched Kennedy carefully, and smiled when she got a good swing action. “There you go! That did not hurt, right? The movement is… smoother, it goes the way the muscles are supposed to move… If that makes sense.”

“Remember that Walkers are less…” She gestured, vaguely, not knowing the word in English. “They are less, ah, плотный… Less hard to cut through. They are more like eggs, hard on the outside and then squish inside.” She smiled. “But yes, practise makes perfect.” She nodded. “We can also practise with some sticks or something. With each other? For a moving target, you know?” She nodded, encouragingly. “Maybe when my arm is less… broken.” She laughed, gesturing with the cast on her right arm, her demeanour entirely changed now that she was not only helping, but making everyone safer.

“I am left-handed, but I do not think that it being hit with a stick will help it get better.” She scowled at it. “ Боль в гребаной заднице.” She muttered, quietly, shaking her head. “Ah well. Six weeks, hopefully it can come off.” She flexed her hand, tapping each fingertip to her thumb in turn, as the physio had instructed her to help it heal properly. 

[gaelachilyalive]

Slurred Russian went over her head. Kennedy stared at the young woman blankly for a moment, trying to comprehend, but was unable. She spoke a little Spanish and Italian and knew a few words in German; none of which seemed to help her in the least. 

“Move naturally, go with your body,” Kennedy summarized. “That’s helpful.” She knew practice would help, but she was also aware that it would be entirely different to face a Roamer over a bale of hay. Hay didn’t move. Hay didn’t try to eat her. 

It was atypical for Kennedy to be so soft spoken, but she was still treading carefully. The last thing she wanted was to disappoint or upset those who’d just taken her in. It was better to keep her outspoken and blunt personality to a minimal if only to save face. Of course, Kennedy had a hundred thousand questions, most hugely personal in nature, but she bit her tongue.

“Should I keep practicing, then?” she asked, shifting slightly.

[gaelachilyalive]

Toxicity || Kennedy & Matt  || Day 06

[justagman-notasaint]

“Fox doesn’t like honey?”

He glanced up at the question and managed a faint smile. “I think she’d be more hung up on the mess and the lack of sanitation.” He said. He hadn’t spoken a great deal with the young Russian, but it had been obvious when she’d helped with his bandage that cleanliness was extremely important to her. Honey might be an excellent way to help his wound heal, but it certainly wasn’t clean, and fell well outside the normal healing parameters.

Once he was dressed again he led the way back down into the main area of the house. He knew he needed to get some rest, but he wasn’t sleepy. His thoughts were too consumed with thoughts of his best friend, JD, and his son. After what they’d seen…what they’d lived through so far, it was hard to have hope that his son was alive. It had been foolish to let Marshall and JD go.

He headed out onto the porch, the cool night air welcome after the long hot day. Lowering himself carefully to the steps, he glanced at her and then shook his head. “Haven’t really settled into anything yet. We got here about two days ago. Getting out of Dallas was something of a night mare. I’m sure Marshall could use help taking care of the horses, but he’s always been pretty particular about them. The cattle graze so we don’t really have to do much—protect them I guess.”

He glanced around. “We need to make this place safer. I think Jo and JD were working on it, but now JD is with Marshall.” He sighed softly and rubbed a hand over his face. “I don’t really have any answers for you Kennedy. I know that’s probably not really all that reassuring, but we’re all just trying to work our way through this, same as you I’m sure.”

[gaelachilyalive]

“Ah. I always found that allowing nature fight off what it can be extremely effective,” Kennedy replied, shrugging. She wasn’t as extreme as some natural healers who refused modern medicine because it contained chemicals, but she did believe the body had an incredible way of healing naturally. Mess never bothered her.

Kennedy glanced up. They’d only been there for two days. She wondered what it was like in Dallas. There were rumors things had gotten bad in the cities; with bigger populations in closer quarters, it was easier for the sickness to spread like wildfire. It almost pained her to think of people holed up in their apartments, waiting for someone to come and save them. It’d be almost impossible to make it out alive. The thought made her visibly shiver but she said nothing. It wasn’t her place to pry into the horrors they might have stumbled across on their way out of the city. She’d been lucky to make it to her car safely. She’d been lucky that she mapped out some back roads and only had to avoid one herd of Walkers who, fortunately, hadn’t seen her until she was just beyond them.

“I can help make things secure,” Kennedy replied. She didn’t know what that entailed- maybe building a wall or digging pits- but she was willing to put in the labor if directed. 

Matt seemed forlorn. She retreated slightly, scrunching up her nose.

“Do you want to rest? Should I go introduce myself to the others?” she asked, nervous about approaching a group of strangers of whom she hoped would take her in and befriend her. It was so hard to trust people these days and Kennedy wouldn’t blame them for rejecting her completely.

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[Begin Broadcast.] Kennedy and Jasper are volunteered for a supply run. While they are picking through the old shops of Buffalo Springs. Unbeknownst to them, they have wandered into Silas Dennel’s territory and it is clear they are not wanting for one thing Dennel needs if he wants to maintain his new-found power: Water. 

He waits until the two inevitably separate as they search for goods and then siezes what he assumes to be the weakest (and therefore easiest to control) link with the intent of getting more information, letting Jasper get away so that one of his people can follow him.

That’s all the info we have for now. [End Broadcast.]

**If you are not available for this surprise prompt, please let the admin know asap for new pairings!! Thank you! :D

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Somebody’s been sleeping in my bed - Kennedy & JD - Day 08

[jdnotawalkeryet-blog]

“Sounds like a plan.  I was going to find our new Doc later and see if he wanted to make a run into town for some medical supplies.  You can probably join us if you like.  I mean assuming he wants to go.”  She shrugged, “Though I’ll probably head out myself anyway even if he doesn’t.  If there isn’t a Home Depot or a Lowes then maybe I can at least find some local yokel Hardware store.  I want to make sure we’ve got plenty of tools.”

JD laughed and nodded, “Yeah, base-housing wasn’t a lot better.  Usually fairly small places, though there were a couple that were fairly spacious.  My Gramma Mags was the one with the really big place though.  She lives out in Alaska and has this really-”

She paused, swallowing and said, “Ah… lived.. probably.  Maybe.  I mean… she may be ok… it’s… isolated up there and…”

She shifted and closed her eyes, forcing the thoughts aside.  No.  She was not going to think about this.  She was not.  

Reaching up and fingering the runed amulet beneath her shirt, she forced a smile and said, “Anyway, I hope we do find other people.  I mean, this place is hardly a hotel so we’ll have to be careful about it, but there’s safety in numbers I think.”

[gaelachilyalive]

“Tools?” Kennedy asked. “For what?” She knew little about hammers and screws, minus the basics from her father’s toolbox. She couldn’t see why they would need excess tools laying around, though she supposed they could come in handy and even be used as weapons in emergencies.

“So you’re from Alaska?” Kennedy jumped in, saving the other woman from discussing what might have potentially happened to her family back home. Kennedy had the same consuming worries about her own family, but she knew it was best to not think about it. She was going to do her damned best to get ahold of them or go there in person to find them; but until she could make that happen, Kennedy had to think in the moment.

“I’ve never been to Alaska. What’s it like?” she asked curiously.

Kennedy nodded, smiling.

“It would be nice to create a little community. Recreate the world. Fight off Roamers until there’s a cure. Have some sort of safe haven in this shit world.”

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