LOUDER THAN HELL

link dewitt twenty-seven ailton tower hunter

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( closed starter for @cleo-king​ )

❝ cleo?! you around? ❞ it’s the beginning of an almost frantic search around the saints’ sanitarium, the hunter clutching his smashed walkman as he wanders from door to door in hopes of finding the medic. there’s PANIC written across his face as he mutters to himself, of how much of an idiot he had been to risk the damn thing in the first place. ❝ c’mon, c’mon, c’mon --- ❞ RELIEF washes over him as he finally spots the tech savvy medic, rushing over towards her as if this was a life or death situation. to link however, it most certainly was. ❝ oh, thank god, you’re here. ❞

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The WORST thing that could have happened to me already DID.                                                                               So WHAT have I got to LOSE? 

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chaotic in red

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emersonmonroe‌:

location : out and about somewhere close to ailton tower time : dusk status : closed for @lincoln-dewitt​

     emerson had her flask in one hand, using some of her precious stash to pour over the cut on her hand. she’d really fucked everything up, and she was more than aware of that. she winced both at the waste of whiskey and at the burning when the alcohol met the cut. it was deeper than she’d thought at first, and lucky her, it was her weapon hand. she was going to be really fucked if she didn’t catch up to josiah soon. “i think i’m okay,” she stated in an effort to convince herself of the fact, but she had never done well with pain and the apocalypse hadn’t changed that at all. she wrapped a spare piece of cloth around the wound and got up in the hopes she could find something better when she got back to the house she was temporarily staying at. 

     it was getting dark, and emerson knew she needed to start heading back, but she froze at the sound of crunching leaves in the direction that she needed to go. “shit,” she muttered, panic overtaking her. “whoever that is,” she started, taking her butcher’s knife in her left hand instead of her right, “i have a very sharp knife, and i am totally not afraid to use it.”

he was close to ailton, so close to the safety of the camp and its people. so close to a well deserved rest. his backpack wasn’t nearly as full as he would’ve liked but he knew that he’d just have to TRY HARDER on the next run. still, the disappointment was evident on the hunter’s face as he continued to make his way through the woods, eyes and ears focused on his surroundings. he stops in his tracks once he hears a sound --- a voice? he contemplates his next move for a long moment, on whether or not he should just go on ahead and return back to camp or take this little detour and investigate. finally choosing the latter, he turns and heads back, muttering to himself as he grabs for the flashlight in his jacket. damn his conscience. ❝ hello? i know you’re there. ❞ flicking on the light, he searches until he spots a figure. ❝ woah, woah, ❞ he adds, seeing the knife held firmly in her hand as he steps closer. ❝ pretty sure there’s no need for that, huh? ❞

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blumeisms‌:

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It had been a busy day and Flora had lost track of time completely. It was dark outside, so she knew it had to be late, but the exact hour was lost on her. She padded through the corridor and past the transmission room in Ailton Tower, heading back to the room she shared with her sister, when she noticed a light still on in a nearby room. She knocked gently, then poked her head around the side of the door to find out who was still awake. 

“Hey,” she flashed a little smile, “what’re you still doing awake?”

fingers traced the various old markings and dents on the walkman as he nodded his head along to the music, eyes following their path as he savored this little moment in between runs. although the walkman never left his side, listening to music outside of camp could result into a quick and painful death and he was smart enough to know that he shouldn’t risk it. not only for himself, but also for the people COUNTING on him back at ailton. as if in a daze, he sways from side to side a little before catching sudden movement at his side. startled, the hunter drops his walkman and a series of profanities follow quickly after. ❝ jesus, you scared the shit outta me! ❞ he breathes, scrambling to make a grab for the device on the floor. ❝ oh shit, i didn’t wake you, did i? ❞

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why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

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( closed starter for @silcntrilcy​​ )

there’s a chill running down his spine as he spots a FAMILIAR face among the trees, the hunter remaining at a safe distance until he was sure that it was him. the biters and rotters were rarely the cause of such reactions these days, as it hadn’t taken long to find out that humans were the truest form of evil in an apocalyptic world. anything could happen if you came across one outside of camp, without the safety of the group by your side. this one was no different. he keeps his eyes on the figure, making sure to avoid the crunching of leaves and branches as he follows suit. ANGER was building up inside, the vivid memory of what had happened months earlier flooding his mind. it’s hard to remain still after that, with clenched fists at his side --- more than ready to rush forward and return the favor from their last encounter.

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g-eazy ft. jeremih - saw it coming

creatures like us, we freaki bet you never saw it coming

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Louder Than Hell - Motley Crue

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( closed starter for @msplacedsrvor​ )

❝ we’re broken people now, man. ❞ and that’s all they were, really. broken, defeated and damn well doomed. he shrugs some then and brings a cigarette to his lips, taking a long, albeit shaky breath before looking back at his friend. thomas being one of the very few he trusts, and cares for but probably the only one who gets to see this side of the hunter. ❝ i feel like i’m burning out sometimes, y’know? not that i want to give up or something but i’m so damn sick and tired. ❞ and if he was being honest with himself here, the fact that there was hardly a trace left of the person he once was, it takes some of the fight out of him and how could it not? the things he’s seen and the things he’s done since the world’s gone to hell, there’s NO GOING BACK from that. thoughts of just how much he was forced to change these past few years still send chills down his spine. ❝ i don’t know, man, i guess it’s just hard to keep on finding the motivation to go out there and fight. ❞

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logic and rag'n'bone man - broken people

we’re broken people nowwe’re burning out

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               I can tell, you’re a sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ

    When you’re sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, your hands 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍                                        And your shoulders 𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖊 

              But your eyes…                             It doesn’t show in your eyes.                                 That’s how I can tell,                                     Those eyes have seen things.

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natural — imagine dragons

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( closed starter for @ingood )

❝ us survivors just need to take it day by day. ❞ it was a truth he’s known since day one of the damn apocalypse. whatever plans people had in order to get out and survive, those same plans went out the window FAST when whole cities started to crumble. he’s seen it happen to the best of them. ❝ it gets worse here everyday, y’know? it’s all about survival of the fittest now. ❞ and taking it day by day is exactly what he’s done since then. after all, there wasn’t much of a future to plan anyway, right? ❝ you’re in the jungle, baby. ❞

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guns n’ roses - welcome to the jungle

it gets worse here everydayyou learn to live like an animalyou're in the jungle, baby