Lucille

She's got the devil in her heart, but her eyes they tantalize. She's going to tear your heart apart, oh her lips are really thrilling.

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sanguinelives:

Roman stands, knees popping uncomfortably from sitting for too long. Goddamn, he was turning into Norman. And that was far worse than turning into Olivia. “I don’t need it,” is all he says, because fuck acting human. He’s hungry and has an irate infant to deal with and was truly not in the mood to pretend that it would help him. Not when the woman in front of him needs it far more than he does. Another adjustment of Nadia, the baby babbling happy in response to the woman. “Nadia doesn’t really like new people,” He’s being cryptic, even as the baby seems perfectly charmed with the brunette. Roman knows from experience that Nadia’s happy disposition can change in a second, she had tried to kill Miranda after all. “That’d be great.” He began to follow the other, praying this little errand wouldn’t take long. “So, how many others are here? That aren’t… you know, dead?”

-- & Christ !! He's much taller than she anticipated, still he looks so damn young to have a child. Not that she's judging him, if anything she's curious about it. "You're a stubborn guy, huh?" She's not going to push it any further, but she definitely makes a mental note of needing to check in with him from now on, when she can -- to ensure he's taking care of himself. After all, if he can't take care of himself and god forbid something happens, what will happen to his daughter? "Nadia." She repeats the name with a gentle smile to her lips, "It's a beautiful name. Suits her, actually." Another glance to the child, nose wrinkling as she smiles at the younger. "Oh..uh.." Uncomfortable laugh a they exit into the apartment lobby, "Shit -- a lot of us. I can name at least thirty if not more people, then there's those that tend to live on the outskirts and not want to talk ot anyone." Her shoulders shrug loosely. "There's an odd number of kids too."

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suddenlystucksouls:

Jon was still dressed in his furs and leathers from the North. He wasn’t sure how or when he got into this world exactly, but everything just felt off. The undead seemed stupider than he remembered, so he wasn’t worried about them. He needed to find a way back to the North though. He had found an object in the grass and it glowed a light that he’d never seen an object glow. He picked it up and there were these ropes that seemed to be attacthed to it. The object seemed to be making sound, but it was only coming from the wires. Jon saw a person in front of him and walked over to them, “Did you drop this? I’m not sure what it is, but it’s making a horrible sound. Is it broken?” He tried to listen again but couldn’t figure out how and smiled a little awkwardly.  “Do you know which way is North? I must get back home.”

-- & There's plenty of things that Lucille has come to terms with since arriving in this place, the most drastic being that her husband in another universe, is a murdering nut job. Or at least she had believed that was the most drastic, until her eyes fell onto the man before her; furs and dark aesthetic gripping her mind so briskly. "Shit." She breathes out with a blink and then another, registering why he's so damn familiar. "Uh..." Right, answer the question. "It's called an iphone, it uh ...it lets you communicate with others or listen to music." That's it ! JON SNOW. The name screams in her mind and with an awkward step forward, her eyes scan over his figure as if to see if he's real. "I'm afraid the North that you remember, doesn't exist in this world."

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sanguinelives:

There were a million replies on his tongue, most scornful and biting. Roman hated to admit it, but she’s right. He hadn’t slept very long, only allowing himself an hour or two when he could safely barricade himself and Nadia in. “She has. I can take care of her just fine.” It was all that mattered to him. His mouth twisted into a grimace, trying to ignore the way her pulse point seemed so enticing. He can hear her heartbeat, could practically see the blood running through her veins, wants to pounce and bite and T A K E-

A small tap on his face brought him back to reality, Nadia simply patting his cheek with an open hand before making grabby hands at the woman. It’s not the water she wants, though. And Roman, while already probably destined for the fire and brimstone route of things, wasn’t going to let his daughter go down that rabbit hole. At least, not until she could understand her own choices. “She won’t drink it. It’s complicated… But she doesn’t like most people, we’re better off away from others,” it had been harder and harder to satiate his daughter’s bloodlust, ever since the night of the break-in. It wasn’t that she couldn’t survive off of human food, it’s that she steadfastly chose not to. Nadia gives his face a few more pats before angrily pointing to the woman, her intentions far too clear for Roman. “Actually, she’ll try that formula,” The comment, while spoken to the other woman was directed at his daughter, Nadia’s angry eyebrow scrunch smoothing as she hopefully accepted defeat on the blood issue.

-- & He goes from cautious to suddenly willing to work with her and frankly, Lucille is greatful for it. "Good!" She nods with a smile pressing forth onto her features, moving closer to the other enough to offer what had been in her hands. "Go on then." She nods before zipping her back pack back up once more, and swinging it back onto her back, sliding her arms through it to secure it properly. "I would offer to take her from you while we walk and you drink some water, but something tells me that won't fly with you -- and that's totally okay." All the same she's still smiling down at the little girl, a wave of her fingers in gesture before she turning in slight on her heel. "We probably have a few bottles of formula to spare, actually."

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sanguinelives:

Shit. Roman internally cursed himself for not further checking the other apartments, for doing one courtesy sweep and then never thinking twice on it. He’s lucky this woman seemed nice and not like the shoot first, ask questions later. Which now that he thought about it, may not work in her favor, as Nadia began to make grabby hands at the woman. They were both hungry and this woman seemed all human. A recipe for disaster, really.

He readjusted the baby, strategically placing his body in between her and the woman. A raised eyebrow was his first response. The urge to be callous and defensive was strong. “There’s no good, honest answer to that,” She’d run screaming. And the more Nadia squirmed, the more Roman began to consider having her feed. It’s not like the baby needed as much as he did. It wasn’t any different than the situation with Miranda. “You should leave,” he should have put more power into his voice, but he was far too tired and far too hungry to do anything about it.

-- & He's so young, it reminds her of the first time she laid eyes on Carl. Howevere there's something about this situation that strikes Lucille differently, this doesn't seem to be the same kind of situation. "I should." Lucille agrees although she doesn't bother to move away from them, instead she remains in her place. "But you're also alone in this place with a baby and from the looks of the two of you, you haven't eaten in a while -- or slept." Which meant ether they were new to this place, or simply hadn't found a way to get used to it. Ether way, she wasn't about to turn her back on them.

After a long moment she's shifting into a crouched position, backpack sliding from her shoulder around to the hallways floor in front of her, digging through it until she finds what she's looking for. "Here." It's not much, but a clean source of water would go a long way. "The only food I found back there is in cans, so unless you've got a can opener on you I don't think it'll help out all that much." There's a smile pressing to her features as she scans over the baby, "As for her, I'm sure we've got forumla or something along those lines at Maggies -- she's got a small one herself."

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sarcastixramblings:

Shoulders drop as Jessica registers the familiar face. Her hand falls away from her chest, grip loosening on the ax. No danger, not yet. A smirk dances across her lips when she nods her head. That made sense, going anywhere alone in this world proved dangerous. You could never be too sure when the next hoard would come. It paid off to have a companion follow you around and Jess was happy she had one competent enough to check in on her. 

“Totally get it. Just– maybe don’t give me a heart attack next time.” She shakes her head with a gentle laugh. She moves to step around the other, walking into the living room now, kicking a few broken tiles as she went. “I’ve found all of nothing here. The others must have cleaned it out already.” Which was equal parts bad and good, others had thought to check existing homes for any supplies but it left her empty handed. Which meant the storage shortage was real and soon they would have to venture outside the town to gather supplies. 

“Maybe next door will have more. But– I doubt it. Everything’s spotless.” It was stupid to assume that just because someone searched here didn’t mean they left the other houses alone. She was at a loss of what to do. They’d run out of food in a few weeks. It was her job, along with a few others, to find vegetables and fruit. Things they could plant and start to grow for themselves. She thought maybe she could find some in private gardens and sheds but nothing was coming up. She’d have to make her way over to the gardening shop but her nerves were fried. It was in a part of town where walkers were known to wander. 

“That shop is our only hope for that garden. You in?” Jessica asks, turning to the other with a sad expression. It was a lot to ask of her, but she needed the help. Especially if they did find stuff. She’d need the extra hands to help carry it all. 

-- & There's a brisk nod followed by soft smile creeping against her lips, knowing that there's no real hostile nature between them. The world that they've found themselves in certainly isn't an ideal one but ultimately, they're doing all that they can to continue living to their fullest and to keep themselves sane. "Probably." Lucille offers, "I know that Rick and Maggie have been really on top of getting groups together as quickly as possible for rounds, it makes sense honestly." But eventually, wouldn't they run out of places to look? Blackpool wasn't exactly tiny but it wasn't a huge town ether, so eventually things would run out -- right?

Silently she's moving in stance towards the door, because Jessica is right. The garden shop is something that needs to be checked out, even if it doesn't appear to be the safest of places. "I got your back if you've got mine." Lucille offers with a nod, knowing full well that it's a shot in the dark. Chances are there will be plenty of zombies, and shit they may get lucky -- but there's a chance they won't. "If we're smart about this, I think we can get in and out without drawing too much attention."

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 -- & Golden locks flittered with braids and iron clad casings, stance of a solid warrior, hardened gaze of someone who has seen war. She knows this man, from where is something out of fiction but the plague that follows them in this town is from fiction too, she thinks. “Middle Earth.” It comes out a little quieter than needed, a mixture of shock and uncertainty. Maybe he isn’t who she thinks, but why else would he dress the way he does? Look the way he does. “That’s where you’re from, isn’t it? -- Erebor.”

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sanguinelives:

Children were strange things. Roman had spent so much time being afraid to hurt the tiny creature in his arms, that he hadn’t even bothered to hold her. They started in the same way, he supposed. He couldn’t even remember his mother holding his sister, doubted she ever would. 

But Nadia, she was different. Always so wide-eyed, so intelligent, so pure. You couldn’t help but love her. He watched as his child took in the abandoned apartment hallway he currently sat in. There wasn’t anything in this world but death and decay and worst of all, she was hungry. Things were going to explode soon, or Nadia would try and catch herself some food. Roman couldn’t decide which option was worse. 

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-- & It's an oddity in a sense, if it can even be called that given their lives currently; that some places were completely abandoned while others thrived. Certain apartments were full, while two floors of the exact same place would be ghosted. Part of the reason why Lucille had been lurking around the apartment buildings as of late, because the floors that were empty often had plenty of supplies, or at least things that could be used. Be it just pillows, blankets or soaps. There was often SOMETHING of use.

Therefore finding herself a few feet away from another human as she exits one of the barren apartments, is not something she expected; but a baby? Shit - the only one she knew about had been Maggies little one, other than the child that was BITTEN when everything originally fell to shit. "Uh..." She blinks a few times, adjusting the backpack on her shoulder, the weight suddenly overly heavy. "Hello? -- Are you...are you okay?"

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mercyprevails:

glenn rhee has fallen into his role as a leader alongside his wife, as a father of a baby more perfect than he ever could have dreamed. hershel is cradled in his arms now, wrapped up in a blanket so soft that he thinks it must be brand new. such luxuries would be lost soon, but he’s grateful that the baby can have them now. he walks the streets carefully and quietly, a gun tucked safely in its holster and a knife more readily available. the walkers in the area are dead, and what’s left is the living, the traumatized, the ones who still believed that walkers are the worst thing in this world. he hoped they would never know how much more awful it would be.

he glances at the person beside him, attempting to smile ( he doesn’t smile at much these days, except maggie and hershel ). “holding up okay?”

-- & With knowing what she does about the world that some of these people come from, Lucille finds it hard not to feel guilt when around them; Glenn especially. Her husband quite literally bashed his brains out. Non walker brains, to be exact. Sure it's not like she can be blamed for it, but Negan was still her husband and the idea of the man she knew doing such a thing still brings BILE forth. "Mmm?" Hum leaves, catching herself spacing out. "Uh -- yeah?" As well as one could in this place, right? "I mean I'm still not used to the idea of killing former p e o p l e, but if that's how we survive..." Shoulders lift into a loose shrug before she's trying to change the subject. "Hershel sleeping through the night yet?"

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sarcastixramblings:

Broken tiles and dirt litter the floor of the small kitchen she’s standing in. She kicks at an empty can, sending it spiraling into the next room. There’s nothing to salvage, others must have come through here already. She’s looking for more nonperishable items to bring back to the barricade. Beans, canned fruit, soup. Anything! So far she’s come up empty handed. Well, she found an ax. A sturdy enough weapon for bashing in walker brains. 

Jess bends down, rummaging through another cabinet when she hears the floor boards creek behind her. Immediately she’s on high alert. Ears straining to hear any other sounds, grip tightening on the hilt of her ax. All of the tiny hairs on the back of her neck and arms stands stock straight. Anxiety pools in her stomach as she contemplates her next move. She stands quickly, turning around to see just who or what has been following her. 

A scream almost escapes when she sees there’s someone standing behind her. Better than a walker, her mind reminds her. She composes herself, hand flying to her beating heart. Blue eyes close as she takes in a steady breath. When she opens her eyes, they narrow suspiciously at the other person.

“You scared me!” She exclaims, almost ready to stomp her foot. “Who taught you it’s nice to sneak up on innocent girls?” 

-- & If there's one thing that she's learned from being thrust into this new world, it's that one should never be left alone on a scavanging mission. If they were cornered or attacked, no one would ever know. Which is why she'd ended up following after the other, originally planning on just waiting until the other was finished but when time continued to fall Lucille had become anxious, instantly going in after her. It hadn't taken long to find the blonde, though she definitely should have made her presence known, proven by the reaction she gets from the other.

There's a sheepish smile crossing onto her features as she shifts in stance, giving Jessica some room. "Sorry." A lick across her bottom lip, "You were taking awhile -- just wanted to make sure everything was okay, you know?"

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briighteststarr:

(¸.• ♛ → “This place is an actual mess” She muttered to herself now looking around until she heard some steps, Hope put herself in position to attack and use her magic just in case, always it was good to be just prepare for  all of this, obviously “Who’s there?”

-- & Venturing out without someone guiding her was perhaps a risk in and of itself though she's gotten better at defending herself; and at using weapons if she's completely honest. Although finding herself face to face with someone in a stance of attack is a little alarming, something she obviously should be used ot by now; but she hasn't seen someone new in so long. "I'm not here to hurt you, there's no reason for that." A gesture to the others position with a shake of her head, "I'm the least of your problems honestly."

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thcdetective:

hearing the stuttering that had left the woman’s lips, jemma felt partly guilty for not having had more tolerance to begin with. “i know that this is an awful lot to process – even for me. i’m not sure being in this room is going to help you with that but you are welcome to stay. i could do with some company anyway.” jemma didn’t need the company, she was used to doing this part alone, normally when the dead bodies turned up the team left her to do her thing and came back for the results. however, if the female wanted to stay then jemma wasn’t going to make her feel like she couldn’t.

 "you get used to it. the smell, i mean.“ a smile reaching her lips as she turned her attention to the female again, hand still busy inside the body. "to be honest? it’s a bloody mess and i have none of my equipment from the lab which is making it all the more difficult but – i’ve not long begun so i’m sure we’ll learn something from doing this. i can blood work–” she was going to continue listing of the work she was going to do but she figured it may not mean anything to the woman in front of her. “there’s still a lot to be done.”

– & It seemed that no matter the amount of information Carl had offered her, or Rick; seeing it first hand was harder to process than expected. So much had changed in the world in such a small amount of time, how was she supposed to react to a literal end of the world happenstance? It was hard, that much is apparent. “I…yeah, it’s…” Stumbling over her words was never something Lucille had been known for, for christ sake she’s a therapist ! Her speech is normally impeccable and fluid, yet when presented with the dead she’s rendered to a blubbering idiot.

With a breath inward if only to gather her train of thought the brunette shakes her head, knowing she needs to get ahold of herself if she’s going to be of any help. “Eventually.” She nods in agreement. “I’m sorry – I just hadn’t expected you to be LITERALLY in the middle of things, probably stupid on my part.” Lips purse into a sheepish smile, another step forward as she eyes the corpse and then the other woman. “Well…” A lick across her bottom lip with posture straightening, a signal that she’s in it for the long hull. “What can I do to help?”

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wickedmysteries:

Being immortal there were lot of things that Stefan had seen in his time. People coming back from the dead was one, but not like this. These people were full blown creatures. They weren’t something that he had encountered before. The vampire leaned up against a wall of a building panting a bit. “I lost ‘em.” He cheered softly to himself. Just then he heard one heading his way. Do these things just not give up? He spun on his heel and took off moving again, but it was too late. “Great. Just what I wanted from this.” He looked around as a couple of these…things started coming to him. All he could do was think. “Come on.” Stefan was getting a bit worried at this point. He wasn’t sure what these creatures could do, so he wanted to think of a strategy. That’s when his eye caught a glimpse of a pipe like item. “Perfect.” 

The hundred year old vampire grabbed up and charged towards one them. He smirked big as he impaled the creature and pushed it back. That’s when his eyes went a bit wide. The thing dropped just for a mere second before getting back up. “What the hell are you?” He asked allowed. Just then he saw someone or something walking up behind them. “These things aren’t dying.” He called out to the person. “Get out of here!”

– & The change in atmosphere was so swift it was almost akin to whip lash, at least thats certainly how Lucille looked at it. Blackpool hadn’t exactly been a hub of fancy dress and relaxation before, but once the barricade came crashing down and the dead with it? The town seems to have fallen into a rather gloomy category of events. How could it not be though? Lucille herself has become victim to it all, mood rather dim and in a constant state of uncertainty. It hadn’t taken her long to figure out how to get rid of the walkers, that’s what Carl had called them; Zombies. Whatever word you wanted to use, they were a serious threat.

It seemed that no matter how many they took down, more would spawn while they slept; which begged the question was there more than one entrance they had managed to slip through? Lucille was curious, and perhaps she shouldn’t have been because the walk that originally had been nothing short of gathering information now turned into killing. Her attention falling onto the male as she rounds towards him, noting the way he handled one of the walkers only for it to rise once more, fear settling within her that perhaps she wouldn’t make it to him in time and so she offers as loudly as she can, feet picking up the pace towards him. “It’s the head ! Take out the head !”

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thcdetective:

jemma wasn’t really sure how this had happened but yet again she found herself elbow deep in some disgusting rotting corpse. “you’ve really done it this time jemma, this… this is exactly how i wanted to spend my afternoon. i could be having a romantic picnic with fitz or – shut up, jemma. don’t act like you’re not the mildest bit interest in how this has happened.” talking to herself had become a habit she was normally unaware of – that’s what spending months alone on an alien planet would do just in case you were wondering. she was pretty sure fitz had caught her a few times but she couldn’t be certain but it wasn’t like it was something she intentionally kept from him. half the time she wasn’t even aware she was doing it. a gasp left her features when she saw the figure stood there. “you have the worst timing. i’m rather preoccupied in getting to know our new friend here.” jemma couldn’t pull out now, her body bent awkwardly over the corpse they had managed to find for her. realising the person wasn’t leaving a sigh escaped her lips. “well if you are going to insist on standing there then please make yourself helpful and pass me the scalpel.”

-- & Is there a part of her that wants all this to be some kind of bad dream? Of course, who would want this to be their reality. But here they all were, faced with a sickness that could end up ruining everything for years to come. A literal end of the world brought on by who really knows what, but that's the point of this visit isn't it? Frankly she's a little surprised she's even been able to get into the room without someone stopping her, but here she is and CHRIST, her eyes are wide as she stares on. "I....-- I..." What was she supposed to say?

Blinking several times with rapid speed the brunette steps forward with a nod, handing said scalpel to the other, features srunching up tightly at both the sight and SMELL of the rotting corpse. God, it was much worse up close than from afar. "Have you.." Lucille breathes out slowly, trying to keep herself calm but it isn't exactly working. "Have you figured anything out yet?"

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alixargcnt:

“okay but it’s not as simple as making arrows.” which she was already working on in the way of supplies. allison had her warehouse open at the moment and with her dad’s help she was heating metal for arrowheads. “we need bows, we need more than just arrows and arrows are wasted if people don’t have practice.” allison would have gone to the olympics for archery; she was trained and had been since she was a little girl, but not everyone was. “we need to line up that side of the warehouse with targets and have people go a few rounds so arrows aren’t wasted when they get out there.”

-- & The end of the world wasn't something in stories or movies anymore, wasn't something that people just mentioned. Carl had mentioned the exact same thing and now it's finally happned in this world; how could Lucille deny it anymore. It's hard to wrap your head around, and it's a terrifying turn of events. "I didn't think ti would be." Lucille finally offers as she breaks her own silence, trying to focus on the reality at hand. "How easy would it be to reuse an arrow head, though? If an arrow breaks but the head is intact can we reattach it to another one?" The worry of resources running out would be valid, wouldn't it? "I think you're right though. Pratice is the only way to get this going."

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starrdxst:

a frown appeared on clarke’s face, hearing the other woman’s words, before she was shrugging her shoulders.”for me. i was trying to survive the world ending, again. i passed out and next thing i knew, i’m here.” she tells her, looking to the other woman.”maybe he’ll turn up, or we’re just getting picked at random.” who knew, all clarke knew was that she was the only person out of her people that was here, the only person from her world that was here, and it was an eerie feeling if you had to ask her. she was shrugging her shoulders once more, before a deep breath left her lips.”last time something like this happened to me, i was taken by mountain men. friends of mine were used as blood donors for those that had taken us. then they decided to do bone marrow so they could be able to walk outside. we weren’t allowed to leave, and the men there were military, had soldiers like these men.” she tells her, before she was sighing.”but i don’t think these people want to kill us, because again, people are armed here to protect themselves, so it’s a question of, what are we suppose to protect ourselves from?”

The world ending? Brows furrow if only a moment before features relax and it hits her that this woman is the second to mention the idea that the world was over. The young man she’d met in the store, his sister; CARL GRIMES. Yeah, he had mentioned something about the world bein in shambles as well. Could they perhaps be from the same place, or was it possible that there’s multiple occurrences where the world has been thrust into chaos and darkness? Lucille want’s to hope it isn’t possible but given the current happenstance, literally anything seemed plausible now. “You’re the second person to tell me the world was ending in the span of three days, I’m starting to wonder what kind of worlds everyone is from and how it all ties together.”

Mountain men? Blood donors? Christ, where was this woman from. It sounds like hell, or a mortal version of it. Lucille can’t even begin to fathom a place like that, or how she would cope with such a thing. “I’m sorry, for what it’s worth that you had to deal with that, back home.” Lucille takes a long moment to bask in silence, thinking everything over as she tries to find something in her memory that could be useful with this. Until something clicks and she’s turning a little more towards the other, lips pursing. “Whatever brought us here has to be powerful, right? Maybe it’s a government issue, they experiment on things al the damn time without telling us – it wouldn’t eb that far of a stretch to think they’ve created something so dangerous they need to keep it from getting out.”

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mercyprevails:

“the world ended.” he shrugged. “goverments fell, dead people started walking around, trying to eat the living. it wasn’t something anyone had ever heard of or had thought would ever happen. the dead rising was never a concept back home. here… they keep calling them ‘zombies’.” he sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “it’s you or them at that point. you take what you can because it means you’ll survive another day.” his sister was lucky to not have had to suffer through that bit of their world. she was relatively unaware of the walkers, of the danger looming around every corner. she was a child. it was what he wanted for her, ultimately. his childhood had been ripped away from him, and he was determined that she have as much as a childhood as she could get. “iwas bit by one of them. the walkers, as we call them.”

She remains as silent as she can to allow him to talk, something from both her training and her own respect for the other. However hs words don’t sit easily with her, if anything they make her further uneasy about everything. Dead people walking again, governments torn apart, it sounds awful. “An apocalypse.” Lucille offers softly, “You’re describing an apocalypse.” How could someone so young manage to stay alive in that kind of environment, let alone look after a toddler? “You were bit? But you’re alive…Is that how you ended up here?” Question after question, and she almost feels bad for offering them up. “I…I don’t know what I can offer in exchange for everything you’re telling me, where I come from everything’s rather normal. Atlanta’s had a few riots lately but nothing extreme.”