it's all that we are in the end
you tracked down all the lines you drew and i can take the hit but i'm sorry, i don't want the bruise
your voice gets a little loud when there's nothing to talk about
you shout, dear
“hey– catch anything in the rat traps?” she quipped as she ventured a little closer to the group, a half-eaten peach in her left hand. Their men were capable– strong; they were good hunters, and Lancaster’s snares had been a fairly steady source of small game, but the weather had been harsh for days now, if not weeks, and the food sparse; everyone had been on edge, impatient, hoping for a better hunt today, what with the weather taking an unexpected (yet much wished for) turn for the better. Squinting softly against the glare of the sun now, she took another small bite of her fruit, and smiled a little, watching them unload the truck.
“is that what those things are?” lex looked back at the new arrival, a small smirk turning his lips up. he’d been gone from camp for awhile this time, supplies in the immediate locale were sparse, they’d been steadily expanding their radius. a slow process, always better to be safe than sorry, he figured. “think this is a flying visit,” he shrugged. “i’ll be heading back out tomorrow morning. figure i deserve one night of good sleep — not that the beds here are much better than out there.”
tex knew the other camps had their hunters— she had made friends with one or two out on a hunt, but seeing strangers, or an unfamiliar, uneasy face, it threw her off. everyone gets defensive at the begging of each conversation since the end of the world. always a finger hovering over a trigger, jittery hands that fumble for any weapon in range. it was instinct, engraved inside within the first month. trust no one. trust nothing. but tex held against her instincts, offering the man a soft, wavering smile. “ animals or biters ? i’ll give you a hint, one’s a bigger number than the other. “
“i don’t expect we’re going to happen upon a herd of wildebeest, so yeah, biters.” there was a part of lex that could almost hear his mother admonishing him for his curtness, his bad manners, as she would’ve called it. but, old habits died hard, and the end of the world wasn’t a cause for celebrations. he took a slow breath, silently counting to ten. play nice with the others, lex. “you at one of the camps up here?” he’d mostly seen her in this area, not many but the hunters at the detention centre seemed to venture down their way. it was understandable, they were often out for days at a time, but it was always better to be closer to your home base. or a base you had a fairly good relationship with.
it wasn’t as if the groups were enemies per se, but they weren’t exactly friends either. maybe some were, but lex wasn’t about to sit around a campfire and hold hands while singing fucking kumbaya together. no, he had a job to do. which, did, in fairness, usually mean he saw the same people out and about. this girl, was no exception. he didn’t know her name — maybe she’d told him once, or he’d heard it, but it wasn’t information he’d filed away as need to know, so he always referred to her as long haired girl in his mind. he’d ventured into the city — not that his camp wasn’t in the city, but it wasn’t downtown toronto like the others. it always felt like their turf. maybe they felt it too. but it meant he was more cautious than usual. cities were far more dangerous than wooded areas, he’d found. “seen many?” he murmured, nodding to the girl as he approached.
—– it wasn’t unusual for winnie to be out of the camp for days at a time ; part of her felt like a failure if she didn’t bring back a moderate amount of food back for everyone. her ears were always listening – even when her mind was elsewhere. suddenly, there were a lot of footsteps … far too many for her to ignore. winnie quickly peaked her head around the corner of the building to see : and there , in fact , was a large group of zombies coming her way. she was quick to get inside the nearest building. what she wasn’t expecting was to see someone standing there. “ we need to be quiet. ” she warned – praying they would catch the drift that they were in danger and had no time to be skeptical of each other ( & that was coming from her … one of the most skeptical people ) .
it had been quiet for most of the day — too quiet, as the old cliche went. lex wasn’t superstitious as such, but he knew things never stayed quiet. not these days, anyway. he was out on a hunt, he’d heard news of a store not being raided yet, and though it could be a trap, it was always worth checking out. there were no shortage of hungry mouths to feed. he had just cut through a building and was on his way out the other side, when he was unexpectedly joined by another. “fuck,” he murmured, stepping back to let her fully in the door. not much surprised him these days, so he carefully closed the door behind her, glancing over at the new arrival. “how many?” he whispered, hand making it’s way down to the machete hooked into his belt.
( theo james ╲ 34 ╲ cis male ) ALEXANDER ‘LEX’ KINNAIRD has been in THE UNHOLY for 10 MONTHS as a HUNTER. HE can often be seen with a BROKEN WATCH; how sweet is that? their friends see them as the MACGYVER - which makes total sense seeing as they’re +RESOURCEFUL & +BRAVE as well as being -COOL & -ABRASIVE. I wonder how long they’ll survive for…
hello is it me you’re looking for ?? prOBS NOT but here i AM BEECH !! ok this is my last character ( for today LMAO ), so let’s jump right into it and stuff. i haven’t done his fancy info page yet because listen, i am only one woman and there’s only so much i can be bothered to do in one day. let’s crack on...
alexander ‘lex’ thomas kinnaird III — oh hell yeAH you better believe this rich bich was a THIRD — born to alexander thomas kinnard jr ( side note: how weird is it that people literally name their kids DIRECTLY AFTER THEMSELVES like settle down pal ) and elizabeth katherine kinnaird nee huntington. he has a younger brother ( with a different name thank god imagine if they were all named the same thing ) and a younger sister ( i... haven’t named them because it’s 9pm and i am a 105 year old ladyyyyy and i’m tired but look i might add that later ). but GOD, don’t call him alexander. it’s lex. it’s definitely lex.
lex grew up in london, the son of a prominent politician from a political family, and as the eldest son, lex was entitled to a seat in the house of lords ( think colin firth in what a girl wants ). but, naturally, lex didn’t want that at all, he had no interest in politics, other than he wanted to do what was right, he wanted to vote for the party that would change things for the better. but being a politician was not for him.
studying at the best schools, young lex matriculated ( god look at these words ) alongside henry windsor aka prince harry, duke of sussex, and counts him as one of his good friends ( i mean why not ). he travelled with harry on his gap year in australia, and it was from that moment that lex knew he didn’t want to go home and do what was expected of him.
once he returned to england from his gap year, the expectation was that he would attend his grandfather and father’s alma mater, cambridge university. he complied, though, begrudgingly, with the condition that he be allowed to choose his own path after school. he studied law and economics.
once he’d graduated, his parents seemed to forget their deal and expected him to go into politics. he refused.
his refusal to play along with his parent’s wishes had him thrown out of the house, told not to come back until he was ready to speak “sensibly” about his future and the family legacy.
lex never went home.
instead, he moved overseas again, this time, across the oceans to another member of the commonwealth, canada. he fell in love with the country immediately, settling finally in toronto.
he worked a number of jobs while travelling, happy with anything that allowed him the freedom to travel, working as often as he could and then jetting off to another country. he loved being free.
he’d just gotten back from a trip when the apocalypse hit, and slowly, but surely, he made his way to the unholy where he’s now a hunter.
he can seem unapproachable and that’s probably accurate, to be honest. he’s aloof, distant, perhaps a throwback to the cool very british upbringing he had. and he can be blunt and sometimes rude if you get on his nerves. on the flip side, he thinks outside the box, he’s resourceful and adventurous, not afraid to get his hands dirty and fight.
the only thing he has left from his days in the uk is the old watch from his great great grandfather, a family heirloom gifted to him when he was accepted into cambridge. his father demanded it back when he left home, but he refused. it broke during a scuffle with a zombie, right at the start of the outbreak, but lex won’t ever part with it.
i’m... tired, and i have to get up at 5:30am tomorrow, but YES if you want to plot with my half macgyver half four from divergent askjdhaskjd, please... smash that like.
