bloody hands

she is born of war. she speaks the language of battle and there is steel in her smile. her hands are made to hold on too tightly and to kiss her is to feel like the universe is resting on the tip of your tongue and to dance with her is to dance in the light of a collapsing star.

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roviahq:

Once the food was distributed and handed out, Jesus turned to sit away from the fire, enjoying the warmth it provided but not trying to sweat to death. “Yeah – Yeah I know, humans are the enemy. There’s… not a lot of good ones left, so when you find a good one, you need to hold onto them.”

It still confused her that Jesus was able to understand that humans were dangerous but still chose to be around them. To her, it was like someone doing the same just with the dead. She believed that when something was dangerous that it was important to stay away from it if you wanted to live, but she guessed not for others. “It’s hard for me to believe that there are still good people left. If there are, then they don’t stay good for long,” she commented, twirling her spoon and then shrugged. “Cause if you ask me, nothing’s really changed. Everything’s still the same, except it’s not just us against us anymore, it’s us against us against them.”

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roviahq:

“You know, I wasn’t afraid to be alone in the world as it used to be. But, now? We need people. Otherwise, we might as well be walkers,” Jesus claimed. He pulled the pot off and searched his bag for a minute or two until he produced two bowls and some plastic forks, passing her one. “It’s not much, but it’ll do.”

She should’ve known to keep her curiosity to herself as it appeared her hope for an intricate explanation behind this odd way of thinking wasn’t going to come from Jesus. His answer hadn’t offered up anything remotely thought provoking, leaving Cameron still confused about why his reason seemed so simple to him. “But walkers aren’t the real enemy….humans are.” She said. It frustrated her to no end that it seemed no one else understood that. “It’s fine, I’ve had less. Thank you.” Cameron replied and took the bowl before taking a small bite.

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roviahq:

Jesus worked the two cans into the man, sliding it into the fire to rest for a few moments before he had to shift it so it wouldn’t get too hot. “We are family,” he admitted. “Before them, I didn’t think I’d have anyone ever again, hell, before this all? I didn’t really have anyone. For the first time in my life, I’ve got people who care about me as much as I care about them. They’re genuinely good people,” he said earnestly. “Stubborn, the lot of them, too. They don’t just throw people to the walkers when things get tough.”

As she listened to Jesus’ response, Cameron wondered if that was the way she used to think before the world had ended. With the way she had been living ever since then, it had become so easy for her to forget how she used to think and feel before the chaos. It seemed, unlike Jesus, who Cameron was had shifted without her even noticing once she embraced the new world, and it was only now that she started to wonder what moment in her past had turned this old way of thinking into something so foreign to her. “Why is it that people always think they need other people? Why is it that everyone’s so afraid of being alone,” she innocently asked as if he had the answers, though secretly hoping he did so he could make her understand. “Why depend on someone who will just slow you down? Who will just get you killed? Who can turn on you? Why is it that everyone thinks the same way you do?”

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roviahq:

Once the fire was up and going, he turned to his bag and got out two cans of food and a little pot he’d brought. He hated eating food cold, call it spoiled from living at Hilltop and Alexandria for so long, but he had the resources so he’d use them. While he got that set-up, cooking them a meal (hoping she’d eat if she saw he was going to eat from the same pan), he hummed and partly listened to her. “Well, besides the walls? The people, I guess. We’re all protective of each other. They actually care about one another, and they’d come to care for anyone who decided to come stay with us.”

It wasn’t until now that Cameron realized that she had been standing this entire time and then gently placed herself on the dirty and dusty floor. They had both established that they were safe with one another and that they wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon anyway. She then watched as Jesus pulled out two cans of food and had been just about ready to call him greedy until she realized it was for her too, at least she assumed it was. Although Cameron had her rules about sharing food with strangers, she’d make an exception this time since he’d be eating too and she couldn’t remember the last time she had a meal that was hot. “But you do know that when push comes to shove that they’ll all kill each other if it meant their own survival, right,” she questioned, genuine curiosity in her voice. “People only protect others for three reasons: if they’re family, if they’re useful, and if they’re alone. It’s dangerous and foolish to think otherwise.”

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saintlips:

PANDORA was more than happy to look for her group alone ; she didn’t want to inconvenience the other. but she felt as if one more pair of eyes could be helpful. plus, the other looked like she could kick serious butt if it was needed. ❝ my name’s pandora. what about you ? ❞ she questioned, already taking a few steps in the direction she’d come from before the storm.

She had contemplated for a moment if she should give Pandora her name. Call it extreme caution or just plain paranoia, but Cameron had never felt comfortable giving her name to strangers and had always thought that if she gave it enough times that it could possibly lead someone unpleasant back to her. But since she didn’t do it often and didn’t come across strangers often either, she figured it was okay this one time. “Cameron,” she replied. It sounded a little strange as it had been awhile since she had heard her name. “We’re not too far from your people, are we?”

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saintlips:

❝ maybe … ray said there was a shed close to the river. ❞ she was guilty of not listening when ray spoke, some times. he always went on  & &  on about the same safety issues,  & &  she’d been caught multiple times just staring at a butterfly, or at the sun shining through the leaves. ❝ our group moves. a lot. ❞

Although Cameron understood that there were plenty of people who probably had gotten separated by their groups during the storm, the fact that the woman had no idea where her own might’ve run off to wasn’t very helpful. It appeared that she’d just have to work with whatever was given to her, much to her dismay. “Well, looks like we’re starting there,” she commented and then gestured for her to lead the way. “After you.” Cameron just hoped this search wouldn’t take days. “So you got a name?”

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roviahq:

“I can tell you three women who can kick my butt,” Jesus pointed out. He didn’t like being seen as a threat and even if this wasn’t an ideal situation, he wasn’t going to let her continue thinking or insinuating he may hurt her in any way. “You don’t look too heavy, just be careful. Sit on the windowsill or something,” he suggested.

She wasn’t entirely convinced a man like Jesus who had survived for so long could be overpowered completely by these three women he mentioned, but Cameron didn’t bother to comment on it as she was sick of the topic. She had already made it clear what would happen if he tried to hurt her so there was no need to continue. If he tried, that sucked, but if he didn’t, then that was great. “Windows are too dangerous, and you can’t quickly hide if you’re spotted. I prefer roofs. I’ll just stay here for now, ” she replied with a shake of her head. “Also, you still haven’t told me why this Alexandria of yours is so great.”

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saintlips:

where she’d seen them last. she couldn’t exactly pin point an area, as she had been pretty preoccupied running away to bother look where she was going. ❝ UH- ❞ she bit down on her nail, looking around them. ❝ maybe that way ? or was it left … we have a camp set up close to a river. ❞

“Then they most likely took cover somewhere close by to your camp during the storm,” she said and then scanned her surroundings to give herself a moment to think. Cameron knew she shouldn’t stray too far from where she had separated from her brother, but she was confidence in her ability to find her way back as she knew the area well. “So, got any places in mind that were close by? Remember anyone speaking of a space to take shelter in if something bad happened? Maybe like a meeting point?”

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roviahq:

“What do closed spaces have to do with gender?” Jesus asked curiously as he poked at the small, growing fire. It was barely there, but it was something. Maybe, they wouldn’t need to eat the food in his pack cold if things kept going this well. “You can probably get on the roof from a window upstairs?” he offered. “Just be careful not to be seen.”

Cameron sighed in frustration at his response as he clearly didn’t understand what she meant. “They don’t. All I meant about the gender part is that you’re physically stronger than me and can do more damage if you did something,” she explained. She hoped Jesus understood this time since she wouldn’t try again if he didn’t. “As for closed spaces, they just make me feel trapped…like an animal waiting to die. It’s easier to constantly be on the move so you’re less likely to be captured.” Cameron would’ve gladly tried to climb her way out of the death trap they were sitting in but thought it was too risky. “I don’t think it’ll hold my weight. One wrong step and the roof could collapse.”

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saintlips:

pandora flinched as the other woman raised her voice at the other, hating confrontation. but she was glad to see he responded, leaving the two alone. she took a good look at her arm, blowing softly on the warm skin. ❝ i know. ❞ she admitted, her head hanging low. ❝ i have people … but i don’t know where they are. we got separated during the storm. ❞

It was in this moment that Cameron knew she had two choices she could choose from. The first choice was that she could walk away from the situation perfectly content now that she had done her part, and the second one being she could continue to invest her time and help the other woman find her people. Although the first choice seemed like the better kind as Cameron wouldn’t have to deal with another human being for much longer, there went that part of her again that felt the need to continue helping. “Do you remember where you last saw them? They couldn’t have gone far.”

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roviahq:

Jesus was half-listening to her while he tried to get them some type of fire going. However, the trapped in a cage comment caught his attention. He turned his eyes towards her. “You know I’m in the same situation, too, right? Do you think I’m comfortable being here with a stranger? You could stab me in the back while it’s turned and I wouldn’t be none the wiser. And, if it helps, the opposite sex part matters little – I don’t roll that way. So, no raping today.”

Cameron didn’t blame the guy for assuming that she might stab him in the back while he was turned, she would’ve done it without a second thought if it meant her own survival verses his. However, she’d be lying if she said it didn’t annoy her that Jesus thought she’d harm him without a reason despite already telling him she wouldn’t. “Oh my god. You must have brain damage,” she muttered in annoyance. She wasn’t going to repeat herself. “And that’s not what I meant. It’s closed spaces and people…I don’t like them. They make me tense.”

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saintlips:

She could feel a bruise already forming on her skin,  & &  the more she struggled, the more he seemed to tighten his grip. The Saint-Cloud whimpered, hoping someone was close enough to hear her. She closed her eyes, hoping he’d let go  & &  go away on his own. She was almost praying, something she hadn’t done in a while … the voice of another cut her out of her thoughts, however,  & &  pleadingly, she took a look at the other. A pistol was enough to make the man let go, Pandora inching towards the direction of the woman. ❝ Just a bruise, I think. ❞

It seemed the guy had thought that she’d put the gun away once he had done as he was told from his expression, but had been very wrong since Cameron kept it pointed at him. “What’re you still doing here? I told you to fuck off. Now beat it!” She nodded in another direction and watched as he did so before finally putting her weapon away, turning back to the woman after she was done. “You’re lucky, it could’ve been worse,” Cameron said as she looked at the bruise. “You alone? Or do you got people around here?”

[saintlips]

❝ L-LET go of me. ❞  pandora squeaked out, trying to get her arm out of the grasp of the form holding onto her. the storm had been rough, shacking up with one another proved to be tougher. she just wanted to go, had said her thank you’s ; but they weren’t letting go.

[lonecameron-blog]

Cameron had contemplated ignoring the cry for help that she heard. While she knew she wasn’t obligated to do anything and that she wouldn’t lose sleep if she kept on walking, there was still a part of her that felt she should help someone who was in need. So she walked in the direction of the call, and when she saw a young woman being manhandled, Cameron knew she needed to intervene as she had been in the same position before. She then pulled out her gun and pointed it at the person holding the woman. “Don’t make me shoot you, I need the bullets. So why don’t you let her go and kindly fuck off,” she said before looking at the other girl. “Are you hurt?”

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nickxjones:

“Please, keep yelling, louder if you can. We’d grow old here until they decide to listen to their mom.” Nick kind of got in a similar situation as Cameron, which was why he was up on that roof too, unbestknown to her until now because in comparison to her, he knew how to hide and keep quiet, and when he finally found the opportunity to escape, she just had to drag back the horde after her, so he’d get stuck for longer, and with another person also, one that didn’t seem to understand that talking to walkers wouldn’t help.

It had both surprised and bothered Cameron that she hadn’t taken notice to the other person on top of the shed before she had climbed it, and although there was the excuse that she was more preoccupied with escaping danger, it still didn’t change the fact that she had overlooked this obvious detail despite being someone who typically was very observant. It was also because of this fact that Cameron felt her day had gone from bad to downright awful. Being cornered by the dead was bothersome, but sharing a small space with a human being was way worse. “I’m letting you know now, I am not above shoving you off of this shed and using you as bait. So, unless you want to die, keep your comments to yourself. They’ll get bored eventually and then we can go our separate ways.”

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roviahq:

“My hands to myself?” Jesus repeated with a chuckle. “I have made no attempts to touch or harm you,” he pointed out. “You, on the other hand, have been very vocal about your unhappiness with this little arrangement,” he pointed out. 

“Nuh duh! I already know that. The whole point of it being said was to make it clear what would happen if you did.” She clarified with a roll of her eyes. She had thought it was obvious as to why she said what she said, but it appeared that wasn’t the case. Cameron had escaped several different types of violence acted upon her, however, this time she felt it was important to say since they’d be stuck together for awhile. “Well, can you blame me? I’m trapped in a cage with another human being, one I don’t know and that isn’t the same sex as me, hiding from the dead. Did you just expect me to be all gung ho about it?”

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roviahq:

“Make our move as in leave this place. I need to get back to Alexandria. You – Well, you’re welcomed to come, as long as you don’t try to gut me within the next few hours,” he offered her as he moved to take a seat on the dusty chair, coughing and waving his hand. “Whoa. Should have thought that out a little more,” he admitted. “I uh, I think I can get us a fire going.”

She hummed in thought as she slowly nodded her head when Jesus had mentioned Alexandria. There was no need for her to ask him what it was as she knew of the community and had avoided it like the plague the moment she had stumbled across it all those months ago while searching for her brother. “I won’t if you keep your hands to yourself,” Cameron said with a raised brow. She much preferred not to have a repeat of the other times she’d come across a man. “And why would I want to follow you to Alexandria?” It wasn’t anything special to her so she was curious as to why he offered.

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xsaviorsimonx:

Simon decided to take his patrol a little further away from the Sanctuary, knowing that could be dangerous. But it didn’t matter, he had to make sure everything was as it was supposed to be. He was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard shouting coming from nearby. Simon found himself in a suburban area and ended up coming face to face with a woman, on top of a shed, with a group of walkers trying to get to her. Simon grabbed his machete and approached the walkers, taking them down one by one from behind. “You okay?” He asked, as he put down the last of the walkers.

While she already knew that screaming at the dead was pointless and that she’d probably look like an absolute dunce to anyone who might come across her, it sure did help release some of her anger. Cameron wasn’t having the best day already with turning up dry on her supply run and they had only made her shitty day even harder for her. But as there was nothing else she could do, she settled for leaning back and trying to ignore them until they grew bored of her. However, it was not long after she did so that she heard the snarling stop and sat back up to see a man looking up at her. “I’m fine…what do you want?” She looked him with a suspicious expression.