End of the Line

@matthew-l-blog

Yeah, I'm Matthew. Or Matt, I guess. My uncle is Joel. He's pretty cool. If you see a woman named Brooke around, let me know?

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Desperate Times || Matthew + Abigail

Abigail had never killed anyone before besides her parents. The image still haunted her mind every night. But there was nothing she could have done. They were already bitten. Even knowing what the purgers had done before, she still couldn’t understand the meaning of the title. Of course she couldn’t. Not until she actually had experienced her first purge and killed people who had no reason to be.

The job was not something she was looking forward to, but it seemed the only way to survive was to leave Shady and become part of the filthy Mayor’s crew. Abigail didn’t want to die, and she sure as hell didn’t want to kill anyone, even if she didn’t like many people. The girl was far from loyal and kind; maybe it was time to learn how to truly live up to her title.

She gulped as she walked toward Matthew, Joel’s annoying nephew. The boy was someone Abigail never really cared for, especially with his cocky teenage mouth. She held her new shotgun to her chest as she swayed to an older looking orange ford pick-up truck. It always seemed to Abigail that she was taller than the kid, but as she looked him over, feeling weak and scared inside, she couldn’t help but realize the size difference between them. “Get in, midget,” she ordered, straight faced as she swung her door open and slammed it shut, almost immediately starting the car.

As she waited for him to get in, she sighed, trying to pull herself together. She was in charge now. Abigail was a purger now. She could kill now.

Matthew rolled his eyes when she called him a midget, but he held his tongue seeing as she had a shotgun and all he had was a handmade spear. He was pretty sure that was the pot calling the kettle black, though. Making his way to the truck, he climbed up into the passenger's side, wishing he had his license. He guessed it didn't really matter now, but since he'd only turned fifteen a little while ago, he hadn't had a chance to get his permit before the world went to shit. So now he was stuck unless he found a way to teach himself how to drive. He doubted his uncle would show him how.

"So do you have any destination in mind? Or are we just going to drive until we get somewhere that looks promising?" he asked the girl, pulling on his seatbelt and looking over at her, wondering if she had any sort of plan or if they were just winging it. He hoped she had a plan, because the idea of not having one out here where you could very well be killed at any moment, was rather terrifying.

zane-michaels-deactivated201410

I don’t buy it, for even a second.

Well . . . whatever. The point is, I'm glad you're not dead.

Desperate Times || Matthew + Abigail

Matthew knew he'd be in big trouble with his uncle if the man found out that he'd signed up for the supply run. He knew that Joel would eventually find out, but he hoped it would be after he came back with a lot of great stuff, so he'd be forgiven.

He just wanted to be useful. He wasn't a little kid, he was fifteen. He didn't need to go to school. It wasn't like he was going to become a millionaire now anyway, so it didn't matter what his mom had planned for him. Besides, she'd obviously not cared that much about him. And going to school wasn't going to help anyone in town.

When he found out his partner was going to be Abigail McCoy, he'd almost regretted signing up. He knew Abigail. She was from Shady Grove, like him, but liked to pretend she was better than everyone else. He guessed now that she was a purger, she'd be moving up to Haven Hill though. The thought made him feel sick. She was the meanest person he'd ever met, and that was saying something in this town. It didn't matter that she was hot as hell and even shorter than him (a rarity in girls these days); he was not looking forward to working with her.

He'd finally gotten around to making that spear, attaching a kitchen knife to a large stick. He brought it with him to the entrance of Pleasant Town, waiting there for Abigail. At his side was a backpack, empty aside from a few water bottles.

Gotta Have the Right Ingredients || Matthew + Sarah

sarah--kitson-blog

Sarah let out a small laugh at his comment, closing the door behind him to keep the cool air inside the house. She followed him into the kitchen and frowned slightly. “I really don’t know how it ended so disastrously. I followed my mother’s recipe to a tee. I honestly don’t think I’m meant to cook…or bake….or do anything in a kitchen.” Sarah turned from Matthew to reach into the cupboards, pulling out the ingredients needed to make the pizza. “Okay so I’ve got everything we need and then some more. Yeast and flour for the dough…tomato paste and other spices for the sauce…cheese…” Her voice trailed off as she filled her arms with the needed ingredients, dumping them onto the counter when she could hold no more. “So are you a good cook, Matthew?”

"My uncle says I'm not, but then he's rarely home to eat what I make so, I don't really think he has any place to complain," Matthew said idly as he looked over all the ingredients she'd placed on the counter. "I think I'm alright. Pizza seems fairly simple too."

"So where's this great recipe of yours that you butchered?" he asked, looking around for a cookbook or a piece of paper with the instructions on it. Her kitchen was a lot spacier than his back at Shady Grove, and he felt a twinge of jealousy.

manningaddison-deactivated20150

Did someone say something?

What are you, twelve?

#it's really fun to play out though #hehe #bickering children #c:addison

manningaddison-deactivated20150

Don’t know how, but I’ve got a song stuck in my head and I don’t know the words. Worst part is I couldn’t Google it before all this, so how the hell am I supposed to figure that out now? I’m gonna die not knowing.

manningaddison-deactivated20150

Wow, poor you. You've got it so hard.

#hello!#this is Matthew #he doesn't like Addie #so yeah #he'll be a brat to her #this is 100% sarcasm btw #c:addison

Gotta Have the Right Ingredients || Matthew + Sarah

sarah--kitson-blog

Sarah was beyond excited that Matthew was on his way over to help her bake a pizza. Growing up, she had always watched her mother in the kitchen. The little girl had been enchanted by the way her mother seemed to dance around the kitchen and the aromas that filled the air. She had tried to help her mother on different occasions but always failed. Sarah was no cook and that much was certain.

She still had her mother’s cookbooks and although she had followed the recipe word for word, the pizza had turned out disastrous. Sarah had no clue what had gone wrong, but she was sure that Matthew could help her make a pizza that was at least edible. Hearing a knock on the door, Sarah raced over and flung it open with a wide smile on her face. “Matthew! Hi! Come on in.” Sarah stepped to the side to let Matthew enter. “Thank you for helping me.”

Matthew stepped inside the house, unable to help but look around and notice all the things that he didn't have in Shady Grove. He wondered if Sarah even realized how privileged she was or if she took it for granted. Trying to push his prejudice down, he gave her a tiny half-smile.

"Yeah, well, I can't have you making soggy pizza and disgracing the name of pizza, now can I?" he asked, hands still in his pockets as he made his way toward the kitchen, really hoping he wouldn't regret this later.

rose-conyers-blog

I didn’t mean the prince bit but whatever. Go do it, I don’t care.

Don't you want some fruit?

rose-conyers-blog

This just sounds like Game of Thrones all over again. Not that I think you’ve even watched that show. Do what you want, but don’t come to me if you hurt yourself.

I highly doubt an incestuous prince is waiting for me in a tree in order to push me off.

rose-conyers-blog

They’ll go bad and more will grow, for other people to scavenge. I really don’t want to have to patch you up. I know it’s my job and all but -

I'm not going to fall. I'm a good climber.

zane-michaels-deactivated201410

You knew? I didn’t think you were old enough to realize it. At least not at that point.

It was a traumatic experience.

rose-conyers-blog

I really don’t think that’s a good idea -

But the fruit is ripe up there! I'm just going to climb up really quick and pick them. They'll go bad soon if I don't.

Gotta Have the Right Ingredients || Matthew + Sarah

Matthew wasn't sure why he'd offered to help Sarah make her pizza the way her mother used to. Maybe it was because she'd looked so sad when she spoke about how she'd ruined it. Maybe it was because he wanted to do a good deed and get his mind off everything that had been going on lately.

He made his way over to the the girl's house, hoping to avoid her older sister. He'd heard rumors about Stella and what a hardass she was. He didn't feel like dealing with that today.

He knocked on the door, stepping back and hooking his thumb into his jeans pocket, feeling the sweat trickling down the back of his neck. The summer had been pretty awful lately. He wondered if she had any AC. She lived in Lake Ridge, so it was possible.

"A lot of shit bothers me. But you? Well maybe you should just stick to girls less than a decade older than you, alright Romeo?"

Older women are my weakness.

bella-ryker-blog

I don’t think so. You aren’t a psychopath.

Psychopaths tend to act normal, when they're really fucked up inside. That's what makes them psychopaths.

bella-ryker-blog

Well there aren’t many girls here that are your age left to be honest. I’m sure some lucky girl could fall for you! You’re a real catch!

You barely know me. I could be a psychopath.

"Are you hitting on me, you little scamp?"

Maybe. Is it bothering you?

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