You watch me; just watch me.

Liam Hart || 19 || Survivor Soldiers can sometimes make decisions that are smarter than the orders they’ve been given. Hover over photo for additional links.

[thepiperhollis]

As soon as Liam confirmed her thoughts that nothing worthwhile was happening, Piper shook her head slowly. They needed to do something, they needed to get out and back on the road, until they were somewhere safer than where they were, before they died. “I didn’t think anything good was happening…” She admitted, letting out a quiet sigh. She didn’t want to stay in the warehouse, with its drafts and its emptiness, the way it amplified their already loud voices, the way everything seemed to echo in the darkness.

“You can come with me, if you want.”

The offer was appealing, and Piper appreciated it, that the male was willing to go out into the wilderness with no back up other than each other. She considered the idea of it, falling silent and not uttering another word for at least a minute, trying to figure out if it was a smart move or not. “I think that’s probably the best idea, sitting in here listening to arguments isn’t going to hep anyone survive.”

[hartliam-blog]

Piper fell silent, but Liam did not doubt whether or not she’d heard his question. Nor was he concerned by her lack of an immediate response; if anything, the fact that she was actually stopping to think it over made him more confident in his decision. Though he wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t take him up on it, he was of the opinion that if nothing changed in the next day or so bailing was going to be the only good option. And he’d do it with or without an ally, but he was glad when she finally spoke to voice her agreement.

“Nope. Glad you agree. So -- if nothing’s change by tomorrow night, we bail. Deal?” He lifted an eyebrow at her and reached out, holding out a fist for her to bump to seal the deal. 

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walls || liam/rob

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Listening carefully, Rob debated on how he wanted to proceed with it. Usually memories that had been lost (rather, blacked out) were dangerous one. Trauma, rape, molestation, anything. This could be the case: a great trauma of something happening that when it unfolded it would cause a great deal of damage and leave the person forever scarred, and that made Rob debate on how to proceed. He loathed causing damage and usually tried to avoid it unless it was necessary. However, Liam was very different from his past patients. He did not suffer from any illnesses, he was not a risk. He was strong, mentally, which was something that not many were.

Shifting himself Rob looked at him. “I might be able to help… get a bit more. I want you to close your eyes, and start at the very beginning. I want you to describe everything. The smells, the exact color of paint on the wall, the sounds you hear, what you’re wearing.” It was an old school trick, by focusing on the details it could reveal a bit more, if nothing else it would give a very good sense of time and place of the memory. Memories were different than the dreams–dreams made no sense, the setting made no real connection, things were just off. 

Despite not having experienced this for himself, he felt he had a decent grasp on it. A whole section was spent on revealing the memories in one of his seminars. Of all the things, he missed that the most, the constant learning and growing. He should have never left Boston, he should have gone to New York City and took that job, but if he had, he likely would not be alive. New York City was gone, Boston was gone, everything that had once been was gone–so all they had left was the memories, good or bad. 

[hartliam-blog]

There was a small part of Liam that was hesitant to do what Rob asked. That was cared of the memories he might uncover -- and scared that they might not be memories he wanted to share with anyone else. But that was a risk he was going to have to take, if he wanted to remember. And he did want to, if not for his own comfort than for his survival. What tricks had he forgotten?

“Okay.” He took a deep breath before he nodded, letting his eyes slip closed. The action made him feel more exposed, more vulnerable than he wanted to be in this unfamiliar place surrounded by strangers -- but he'd already chosen to trust Robert, he reminded himself. He tried to clear his mind, to conjure back the images that had flashed through his mind during the bombing. But they’d been fragments, feelings, and it was difficult finding something to latch onto. His brows furrowed in concentration. 

“We were in a hospital...” he repeated his earlier words, because that was the part he was most certain of. “I don’t know where it was. I...there was still power, I think? It was dim. But there was some light. The walls were white.” He paused, biting the inside of his lip as he struggled to find anything more. “I was...” Nothing, he had nothing, and Liam brought his hands to his temple. It was as if a brick wall had constructed itself in his brain, and it refused to budge. But still he pushed, searching his mind for anything until he let out a noise of frustration and opened his eyes once more. “I don’t know,” he admitted, frustration creeping into his voice. “That’s all I’ve got.”

[thepiperhollis]

Admittedly, Piper hadn’t really listened to a single word that had come out of their leaders mouth, not really caring enough to pay attention. If it was important enough, they would have made an effort to include her, so the words about everyone in the previous group dying shocked her, and yet didn’t surprise her.

“Honestly, if he can’t protect that group, how can he expect to keep us safe, considering we’re pretty much all strangers and they probably weren’t?” She was making an effort to keep her voice quiet, almost feeling as if she was breaking the law speaking against the man who had taken charge. “I haven’t been listening anyway, it doesn’t seem to be anything other than fighting…” As it was, Piper didn’t deem any of them capable of leading the group, and the way they seemed to be going, their deaths were coming closer, though she kept this thought to herself, trying to keep up a facade of hopefulness.

[hartliam-blog]

“It’s not,” Liam confirmed her interpretation of what had been going on with the group. While he hadn’t made much effort to participate after he’d deemed their self-appointed leader useless, he’d kept one ear open just in case anything important came up. It hadn’t. He paused a moment, eyeing the girl carefully. Was it possible that she was, in some small way, a kindred spirit? Preferring to watch interaction from afar, to wait and observe and form judgement for herself? At the very least, they were agreed on what Liam saw to be the most pressing issue at the moment. When he spoke again, his voice was hesitant.

“If we don’t find anyone else in the next couple days, I’m bailing. Gonna go look on my own. We’re in just as much danger sitting in here for too long, especially with all the freaking arguing. ...You can come with me, if you want.” It was hard to say if trusting her was a good decision, but at the very least her head seemed to be in the right place, and Liam couldn’t help thinking he’d be better off with someone else. If it came down to leaving he would tell Rob, at least, but he wasn’t confident that the doctor would leave with him. With any luck, it wouldn’t come down to his leaving in the first place, but it was best to have his bases covered.

[hartliam-blog]

Tick, tick, boom || Hart Brothers

[sergeanthart]

Jesse had NOT gotten these people this far just to watch them get torn apart one by one by the hordes of clickers that were converging in on them. Not Rebecca, not Ada, not Ivy - Not Logan, not Aiden - not even Lara. He had not made it this far with all of them to see it all ripped apart before his eyes. He’d seen that occur far too many times - friends torn to pieces, bullets ripping through flesh. This would not be one of those days, he was going to defend these people if it was the last thing he did. 

It didn’t matter that he was particularly ill equipped to deal with the approaching clickers - especially when he ran out of ammo and had to resort to knives to take care of the approaching hordes. He waved the rest of the group off towards the building in the distance, the hospital that loomed so close yet so far away. 

He took out one Infected, shoving the dead body back into one of the oncoming clickers before twisting around awkwardly to slam the blade into the temple of another one nearby. He had been doing well as far as travelling on foot had gone over the past few weeks but it was certainly wearing on him; he certainly wasn’t made to be trekking on food day in and day out.

                               “Hey, Sergeant!”

He didn’t need to look to place the voice that shouted at him, a bit of a smirk curving on his lips as he took out yet another clicker and fell back a few footfalls. “’Course, kid! What do ya need?” 

[hartliam-blog]

Liam knew Jesse was a badass. He’d been a Marine, he’d probably saved both of them over and over again since the world went to hell (even if Liam still could not remember), and he was still alive, a fact that came as no surprise to Liam. But it was one thing to know his older brother was a fucking boss, and another thing entirely to see him in action. Fighting off clickers with nothing but knives, taking them out left and right and not even missing a beat at Liam called out to him. 

It was with considerably less grace that Liam turned to a clicker that appeared at his side and swing his bat at its head, kicking it hard in the gut before it had a chance to recover from the first blow. It was hard to imagine that he’d ever grown used to this in the months he’d forgotten, and yet -- the longer he was out here, the more real it all began to feel. This wasn’t a dream, this was his reality.

He smashed the monster’s face in for good measure - he’d played too many video games to assume a body on the ground was truly down for the count - and took a step closer to his brother, a million times more confident with the older boy’s support.

“I’ve got some explosives, but we gotta get away from our people and deeper into the clickers!” He called out to his brother, nodding toward the mob of infected and wondering briefly if he sounded as crazy as he thought he did, before he swung his bat at another approaching monster. When this was over, he was finding himself a gun.

[hartliam-blog]

Tick, tick, boom || Hart Brothers

@sergeanthart

It was selfishness that had Liam tearing out of the hospital to help fight off the horde of infected that appeared alongside a large group of newfound survivors from Fall City. He knew, without a doubt, that if Jesse was out there, he would be in the thick of things. Holding back the clickers as long as he could, until they were gone or they overtook him, all for the benefit of everyone else in his group. Because Jesse was a better person than Liam, whose sole concern as he ran straight into the throng of clickers advancing toward their refuge was to find his older brother.

Thank God the group he was stuck with had already started to settle in the hospital, though, or Liam would have been useless. As far as he could tell with his busted memory, it was his brains that had kept him alive this long, and he wasn’t content to be stuck with just a baseball bat for protection. Especially given that he wasn’t even sure how long he was going to be sticking around this place. The plan was to wait it out a few more days, see if Jesse showed up, and then bail to seek out his brother on his own. So he’d gotten straight to work, fashioning a couple of smoke bombs from rolled up newspapers and the ammonium nitrate from an ice pack, along with a couple improvised fireworks in that would hopefully blow some shit up if he needed them to. 

They were stowed in the outer pockets of his backpack as he ran outside, baseball bat swinging at a clicker that tried to get too close. The problem with his improvised weapons was that he needed to get farther away, needed to make sure they only hurt clickers and not the people who were helping to fight them. Liam just wasn’t sure he had the skills necessary to do that. 

Good thing he knew someone who did. 

His eyes had barely begun to skim through the chaos for a sign of familiarity when they caught sight of the very person he was hoping to see. A wide grin spread across his face in spite of the circumstances, in spite of the fact that his older brother was currently engaging a couple of the monsters. Liam pushed forward, managing to fight off another clicker with a couple swings of his bat until his brother was in earshot. “Hey, Sergeant!” He called out over the din of the fighting. “Wanna help me blow some shit up?”

[ofventura-blog]

If Celeste’s objective had been to go unnoticed, then she already failed. She would be surprise if her loud hacking and vomiting didn’t attract unwanted company. That is why she pulled out the gun. She had somehow managed to go unnoticed by the group she had been following, not wanting to arise any more questions as to her sudden appearance. Not to mention from what she had been able to gather, they didn’t get along very well. During a time like this self-preservation was her top priority. She needed to be alive if she ever wanted to find her family. 

But the brunette was not stupid. She knew that even with her excellent aim, she would miss the target if she even tried to shoot. Her violent coughs shook her body, keeping her bent over, and with a growing pain in her stomach and chest. She had barely ate anything in the past few days, and thus there was nothing else to vomit. But her lungs were still trying to get rid of something. It was a constant battle of her body trying to expel something out and her trying to inhale that sweet oxygen her lungs needed. 

                                 Through her coughs she did manage to hear his voice. 

                                                            He was human. 

That small fact was enough to take some of the worry away. Knowing the odds were not in her favor, she tried to put the gun away. Her hands shook with fear. Not towards the strange male that she had yet to see, but fear that her lungs would just give up on her right now. Therefore, she was left with only dropping the gun to the ground. Once she felt that she could stand up, she did. Her trembling hands coming up to wipe some of the drool and vomit that had lingered behind on her face. She could imagine it was not the most attractive or lady-like thing to do, but who the hell cared about that in the middle of an apocalypse? 

“I-I’m sorry. I din’t know..– you could have..–” She kept lingering off, her shoulders shaking every now and then as she tried to control her coughing. Maybe it was because she had no clue as to what to say to him. In the end she settle for, “I’m fine.”

[hartliam-blog]

The speed with which she tried to comply with his request put Liam slightly more at ease, but it didn’t last long. Because the key word there was tried. Whatever was wrong with the woman, it had her hands trembling so badly that she quit putting the gun away and let it drop to the ground instead. Shit. What if she was dying, or something? A week prior, Liam would have tried to find a way to get her back to the clinic -- but the clinic no longer existed. Rob, though. Rob was a doctor. A doctor with very limited medical supplies, thanks to the non-existent clinic, but that still seemed a lot better than nothing. Assuming the woman wasn’t faking, trying to con him or something. 

But she didn’t look like she was faking, as she struggled to pull herself to her feet, and Liam would have stepped forward to help her if he’d had any idea how. People had never been his strong suit, women even less so. Add to that the fact she having some sort of medical crisis he had no idea how to handle, and Liam was in way over his head. 

“Uh -- yeah, no, I don’t think you are,” came Liam’s tactful answer when she unconvincingly tried to assure him she was okay. No one who was shaking or coughing like that was okay. Though he couldn’t completely ignore the voice in his head reminding him she could be faking, and his eyes flickered to the gun she’d left on the ground. How quickly could she snatch it up? Best to be cautious, before he started bringing random people back to his temporary sanctuary. “What are you doing out here?”

[thepiperhollis]

It wasn’t that Piper didn’t want to believe what Liam had been saying, but all the negativity that she bottled up was starting to leak out, skewing her outlook on the current situation. She desperately wanted to believe that Lori and Sav - even Andy - had made it out, even if none of them particularly liked her anymore prior to the collapse of their homes, but it just seemed impossible to her that any good could be on its way.

“Nice to meet you too…” Her words were quiet, almost inaudible, Piper not seeing the point of saying them louder, insignificant as the words were. “Our fearless leader? I’ve never met him before in my life, but currently I’m underwhelmed by his leadership skills…” She spoke louder this time, her words actually giving something to the conversation, not just spoken out of societal normality, formality. “What do you think?”

[hartliam-blog]

If Liam had been doubting the girl’s usefulness before, she quickly had him reconsidering jumping to that conclusion. Her voice was louder, her words more substantial, and a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips to hear she shared in his own skepticism of the guy who’d placed himself in charge. That meant she was more than just some scared idiot, meant she wasn’t going to just cling to the first sign of order when it could be flawed, even if the alternative was chaos. 

He nodded, careful to keep his voice low enough it wouldn’t carry to anybody else as he answered. “I think anyone who tries to justify his leadership capabilities by telling us about how everyone in his last group died is a fucking idiot. Soon as we find some other survivors, I’m done pretending to listen to this guy.” Liam was only half-pretending to listen as it was. Not being overly discreet in his disapproval, but also hesitating to reveal his many doubts, preferring for now to show his skepticism in his face rather than voicing it to Casey. Liam might need him for something, before all this was over.

[thepiperhollis]

There was a part of her that didn’t want to agree with the boy, how could he be sure that everyone they cared about had made it? There was no guaranteeing anything, there was sure way that everyone was safe, even if it was logical to believe that others had made it out, and ended up in different locations. “Yeah, finding them sounds good…” She muttered, trying to cling on to any positivity she still had.

Her eyes focused on the male when he came into view and the first thing she noticed was how young he looked, though she knew not to make assumptions, considering how young she in herself looked. The boy held a hand out, a means of introduction, and she smiled slightly. “I’m Piper.”

[hartliam-blog]

Oookay, so maybe she didn’t believe what Liam was saying as much as he’d originally thought. Whatever. It wasn’t Liam’s job to try to convince her, to try to raise her spirits. If she didn’t trust in logic, that was her own problem. He shrugged. “You can say that again.” For Liam’s part, he had no doubts that he would find Jesse again. The older boy was a survivor, always had been, and Liam was beginning to realize that maybe he was one, too. 

“Nice to meet ya, Piper.” He filed her name away into the back of his head, glad for the fact they hadn’t met prior to now, that she wasn’t among the names and faces he’d forgotten. “So. What’s your take on our fearless leader?”

[hartliam-blog]

Liam had made the decision to stick with the group he and Rob ran into on their way out of Fall City only because he was still too unfamiliar with the current state of things to feel confident in facing the world on his own. The months of memories he’d lost left him at too great a disadvantage to start wandering the woods on his own. But it was tempting, the longer he had to listen to the idiots sharing the warehouse with him argue over their next move. If Liam had his way they would have retraced their steps by now, tried to track where others had moved after the city was destroyed. Because there were others, of that he was certain. It was just a matter of finding them.

Which wasn’t going to happen if they sat around and argued, so Liam took it upon himself to slip out of the warehouse armed with his baseball bat and his journal, a pencil tucked behind his ear. If he could map out where the warehouse was in relation to the ruined city, maybe he could get some idea of which direction others had gone.

Struck by the thought that some of said survivors surely had to be doing the same thing, Liam came to a stop at a tree not far from the warehouse. Leaning his bat up against it and tucking his journal under his arm, he pulled from his pocket a screw he’d found in the warehouse and started to slowly chip away at the bark of the tree, inscribing a message for any other survivors who might happen along in this direction: Fall City still alive.

[ofventura-blog]

Celeste’s lungs had once been capable of enduring the extreme workouts the marines put her through. She had always been in good shape. The memories of her running nonstop were still clear in her mind, torturing her and reminding her of what she had lost. Now, she could not even walk a few miles before she had to rest, but the brunette had been determine to get to Fall City. Celeste had pushed her lungs to the limit, extended her oxygen for as long as she could. In the end, she had made it to her destination, but her lungs were now paying the price. 

The new girl began to rise from her sitting position slowly, only to feel her knees tremble and her head pound. She could not keep moving, at least not without more oxygen and some rest. Desperate hands padded the ground around her, searching for some of her remaining oxygen as her coughing began. The rough, strong cough rattle her body. It felt like her throat was being ripped open. With each cough, she tried to draw in a breath and simply made it worse. Now her throat felt like it was on fire. Soon enough her coughing turned into vomit. Her lungs were not equipped to endure the long walk she had made. It was a surprise she was still alive. Celeste kept hacking and coughing, but through all of that she heard foot steps coming. Survival was always her immediate response, and thus pulled out the gun from her jeans, but her vomiting - which was slowing down - kept her from doing anything past that. 

[hartliam-blog]

There was only so much of sitting in that freaking warehouse listening to the idiots he was stuck with argue the same stupid points over and over again before Liam started to think getting eaten by zombies wasn’t the worst way to go. An exaggeration, maybe, but it was bad enough that he found himself dodging Rob’s watchful gaze and slipping out of the warehouse with his baseball bat in tow. He didn’t go far; just enough to clear his head, to try to remember why he was still dealing with these people in the first place.

Far enough to see another person, apparently, and Liam would have been on guard had she not instantly dropped to the ground. Shit. Instinct alone had him looking over his shoulder, as if someone more equipped to deal with what was looking like a medical emergency was nearby. But it was just him, and as much as he wanted to vomit himself at the sight of someone else doing so Liam forced himself to take a small step forward just as the girl -- pulled a gun? Seriously?

“What the fuck, dude?” Liam skittered backward. He was hardly one to speak for not putting his trust in strangers - hence his being away from his group of idiots in the first place - but honestly, he didn’t think he was this girl’s biggest problem right now. Not by a long shot. Torn between self-preservation and the inclination to do what Jesse would in this situation -- to offer help to someone clearly in need -- Liam took another hesitant step forward. “Look, I can - I can try to help you, okay? But only if you put that thing away.”

[sergeanthart]

HART BROTHERS MOODBOARD [ 1 / ? ] @hartliam​

“Don’t you dare give up on this life.           Not tonight.                       Not tomorrow.                                     Not ever.”

[mr-casey]

“Experience.”

His response was sharp, but his eyes had softened as they locked on the boy. The hair, the eyes – so reminiscent of Casey’s own son that it was frightening, like seeing Kathryn all over again and thinking he’d walked through the doorway, saw Rachel cooking dinner in the kitchen. He was a teenager, a lot older than Noah ever lived to be – but Casey could still see it. It’s what made his arms, previously crossed against his chest, fall to his sides. It’s what made the honesty, the truth about his proclaimed experience, leak from his mouth.

He shifted his weight from one foot to another. “I led a small group of survivors through Seattle. Probably about twenty-to-thirty people. We lived off the land, built our own little community – lasted a little over three months, I think. Men, women, children.” Casey gave himself room to breathe, room to let his words settle. “Xavier Maverick blew through our camp. Savaged us, destroyed everything– I don’t know if anybody else survived. I barely did. I had to leave everything and everyone behind. My people behind…” He let his voice trail off, realised it probably wasn’t a reassurance. “I’m not doing that again. I’m not letting anymore people die. We’ve all lost enough.” There he was, Noah, ghosting behind his eyelids. “I know what I’m doing. I know the land. I know how to survive.” He quickly glanced to Lexie; the only person, previous to this, that knew anything of his past – his encounter with Xavier, the loss of his people. And now, they all knew. 

[hartliam-blog]

The man was unamused by Liam’s questioning, but that just made him want an answer all the more, and he lifted an eyebrow at the one he received. Experience? That told him nothing, but before Liam could say as much something in the man’s expression shifted. It was impossible to say what caused it, but Liam settled for folding his arms over his chest as he listened to the man’s further explanation. 

And while he felt for the man -- truly he did -- it didn’t do much for Liam’s confidence in the guy to hear that his so-called ‘experience’ was leading a group that had more or less been slaughtered. If you asked Liam, that meant it was time to sit back and let someone else take a shot at things. The man’s conviction seemed genuine enough, but that only meant something when it could be backed up by actions. As it was now, Liam was wary of putting his trust in anyone except the one person who had -- for reasons that were unclear -- actually helped him. But Liam also knew better than to openly question someone more powerful than he was, so after a moment he just shrugged. Let the guy play leader if he wanted, but Liam would make his own decisions about what orders he did or did not follow. “Okay, fine. So what’s the plan, boss?”

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walls || liam/rob

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Rob would never prevent the youth from making decisions as a man, but he would look after him and protect him. Liam did not understand it, and he wouldn’t know it, but he was Rob’s last link to something that he used to be. There was some ability to have redemption, something to remind him that this place they were in was not permanent, that he would find his way back to his sister and Liam back to Jesse. Family was precious, they were all that was left. This place was temporary, as was the loss of memory. It was a puzzle that Rob wanted to take a crack at, if he’d be allowed.

That was always the question, and this gentle sort of untangled was done best with permission, otherwise it was not helpful, but damaging to the mind underneath it. A doctor was to do no harm–and in this case he was the doctor. Few people knew what he really did, often seen at the clinic taking bullets out and putting sutures in. In his pack, he had a few things left. Penlight, extensive medical kit, this and that. Medication had been his main concern before, and now it was much the same. He was a good scavenger when he needed to be.

“I recall taking calculus. I had taken it in high school, so it was easier.” He did not mention where he attended university and medical school. He did not mention that he was one of the best in the country for psychology and psychiatry. Not the perfect grades, perfect exams, perfect evaluations, none of that really mattered, because it was just status symbol. Here, now, this moment, what mattered was how he could make a connection, what he could figure out. “You could tell me about it. If you want. Some times talking about things helps shake them loose.” 

There was another method he could try with the boy, something a little more experimental. Lucid dreaming, but that would take some practice and right now he wanted to see what just talking could help work out.

[hartliam-blog]

“I took it in high school, too. But I was thinking about studying computer science, so that meant a lot more math to go.” Classes he would never get a chance to take, a future he would never get the chance to experience. And now a past, too, that was lost to him. Months of survival that surely must have taught him something, given that he was still in one piece. Maybe enough to split from the group of strangers he was stuck with, if only he could remember it. It would be stupid to leave now, as much as being surrounded by most of the people in the group had him on edge.

He eyed the doctor quietly for a moment, considering. Liam wanted his memories back; he did. That was what he’d told Aiden. And he’d meant it, too. But now he had that small glimpse of a memory -- suddenly he wasn’t so sure he wanted to know the rest. Wasn’t sure he wanted to know what he’d done to cause that immense wave of guilt that had tugged at the pit of his stomach, wasn’t sure he wanted to know what else he might have done to keep himself alive.

And he definitely wasn’t sure he would want to share any of that with Rob. 

But what choice did he have? To choose ignorance -- that would be stupid. It would negate everything he’d learned, everything he’d written down, as if he’d been preparing for the very memory loss he was faced with. So he took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay. I...it was when that horde of zombies showed up. I just -- I remembered that I’d seen that before. And...I remembered Jesse shouting at me to run. We were in a hospital.” Liam frowned, racking his brain for any further context, any clue as to why they’d been there, but he came up blank, left only with the one detail he wished he hadn’t remembered. “We...I think we left someone behind.”

[hartliam-blog]

❖ + who do you trust in your group?

Just Rob. Mostly. Don’t know why he cares if I live, though. 

[hartliam-blog]

❖ + do you think your brother is alive?

‘Course he’s alive. No way I made it and he didn’t.

[hartliam-blog]

❖ + what's your reason to be alive?

Uh…cause I don’t wanna fucking die? I’m not just gonna give up ‘cause the world’s gone to shit. Jesse won’t give up and neither will I.

Send me a ❖ + a question and my muse will be forced to tell the truth.