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âI donât have anything to spare, sorry. Maybe you should try asking someone else.â
Kaya Scodelario
âI said, donât touch her.â What he wasnât expecting was the person behind him to suddenly come out of no where and tackle him.
Strangers didnât help strangers so Jen was shocked. Grateful too had it not been for the second man who tackled Riley. If her hands werenât tied she would have done more, but the man that had been punched was still in reach. âHey asshole.â Jen brought up her foot right to his groin; hoping to keep one at bay so Riley could handle the other.
James Frey
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noahxashford:
Noah didnât know why he was hereâthe place was extremely trashed. Things were spewed everywhereâshelves were spilled over, some toppled on one another. There were papers, clothes, books, and other various things scattered along the tile. The furniture was ripped and grungyâthe whole place looked as if a tornado went through it. Yet, he stood there, kicking around the contents that inhabited the floor. It was when he noticed slight movement did he tilt his head up, arching his eyebrow at the survivor, âHow long have you been lurking?â
âLong enough.â Jen came off the steps with a box of supplies in her hands; not willing to give it up to anyone. She had to get it back to camp and not be a total screw up. âWhy?â
âThis is boring can we talk about something else or do something else? I swear only you can make the zombie apocalypse boring.â
âIâm not playing checkers or tag with you, princess. Find someone else.â
"think we can pull through."
@ianâsargent
âThereâs 1,440 minutes in a single day,â Jen explained, having laid on the floor of the building they were trapped in. âIn each one of those minutes thereâs a chance the walkers get in. Thereâs the chance we starve. Thereâs the chance we donât have enough to drink.âA huff as she turned on her side to stare at the man, her expression neither fearful nor content. She was simply processing.
âThatâs too many chances, and too many minutes.â
"Why are you doing this to me?" - Lorenzo (i don't think they've talked but...)
âBecause you need to see the truth!â Jen stepped toward him, just about ready to grab the front of his shirt. âYou canât get by on being kind to everyone you moron. The worlds not sunshine and butterflies. Youâre going to get yourself killed and I...I donât want that ok?â
She was a bit surprised by the girlâs words, was she expecting her not to make it. âWhy do you say it like that?â
âEveryone I knew is dead. I donât assume at this point that anyone would be left. So Iâm surprised is all.â
send me one for my muse's reaction
"Are we really doing this?"
"Are you doing this to upset me?"
"Friends don't look at each other like that."
"Give me a chance."
"I am not doing that."
"I can prove you wrong."
"I can show you the world."
"I did a bad thing."
"I don't want to love you, but I do."
"I missed you."
"I regret last night."
"I think we can pull through."
"I think you need to get in my bed. Now."
"I thought you were gone forever."
"I want you naked. Now."
"I'm a bad person."
"I'm breaking up with you."
"I'm not who you think I am."
"I'm pregnant."
"If you and I were the only two people alive on the planet, I still wouldn't have sex you."
"Marry me?"
"Please, don't do this."
"Stop yelling at me."
"That outfit would look better on my bedroom floor."
"There is no one I hate more than you."
"This is not fair."
"This is not the time nor place."
"We are not getting a pet."
"We can't do this anymore."
"What are you doing?"
"Who do you think you are?"
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Why aren't you answering my calls?"
"You shouldn't have done that."
"You'll regret this."
"You're being inappropriate."
"You're the one person I actually trust."
âJen..â
âSurprise. You lasted this long, thatâs good.â
Nate was too caught up in his own thoughts, too lost in his own mind, to notice the figure standing a few feet away-luckily just a survivor. He raised a brow questioningly as he looked up at the sudden new visitor. ââYou okay there?ââ
âWhy do you ask?â
Resting his back against the tree, as he watched the walkers fight behind a fence, trying to break through. The fence was electric and every five minutes it would go off. âThese buggers, the worldâs gone to shite.â
âIts been shit. No change there. Are you going to watch therm fry all day or are you coming with?â
So this was the school. Or at least where she had found refuge when she had arrived to Cheyenne. It only seemed like yesterday that everything was as normal as can be.Â
âSure you want to go in there?â
taylorkeane:
âAre you alright? You look a little down.â
âJust peachy.â
He looked at the burning car. I handled it. Did that mean she killed the zeeks feasting on their bodies? Slide her blade into their lifeless bodies to stop them from getting up again? Or worst yet- do that while they were still screaming? He looked over at her, seeing the bone deep weariness and hollow look in her eyes. His gut clenched. It was probably the last. âGood.â He said, tugging at his sleeves. But it wasnât good. Something like that could never be good. He didnât want something like that to be what good passed for now. âThat shouldnât be good. I wish you hadnât had to do that, that that is what passes as good now. I wish-â He stopped. It didnât matter what he wished anymore. It mattered what was and what they could do to change it. âIâm sorry you had to do that.âÂ
âIâm fine,â Jen lied, puling one of the cigarettes from her pocket and lighting it with the dying lighter. It wasn't going to lat for much longer now. âItâs life now. We have to get used to that fact. At least those kids wonât grow up in this shit hole.â