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sorry for my inactivity! iâve had so much to do this week and now iâm i donât have my weekend free because i have a hockey match and viking festival to go to, but iâll be back to posting on sunday! sorry to all the people i owe replies to!
Sheâs imperfect but she tries; She is good but she lies; She is hard on herself; She is broken and wonât ask for help; She is messy but sheâs kind; She is lonely most of the time; She is all of this mixed upâŠ
Sara Bareilles, âShe Used to be Mine,â Album: Whatâs Inside: Songs from Waitress (2015)
because so many donât
and so many go unnamed.
"I'm fine, okay? I said I was fine," Max grumbled from the ground. She had tripped while running so was now sporting a very inconvenient twisted ankle. She sighed, so much for going one day without incident.
â i really like the sunrise. do you? â she spoke to the first person to walk by, her eyes still set on the star in the sky.
"it's okay," max shrugged. sunrise used to be her favourite time of the day, often getting up early just to watch the burst of colours, but lately she had just been very 'meh' about everything. "why do you like it so much?"
Brooklyn nodded when Max told her that she was going to keep a look out while the cook regained her stamina. The moment her ex-girlfriend disappeared from sight, she leaned against the tree ass she held a fist to her chest. âCome onâŠâ She panted, rubbing against it as if itâd soothe the pain she had been experiencing this whole time. Every part of her still hurt because of how that group had manhandled her and the others. At the thought of the ones who didnât make it, Brooklyn felt something drop within her. The others should have been the ones who escaped from the place, not her. Never her. It infuriated her that she couldnât save them but of course, she couldnât blame anyone but the killers. The cook was thankful that Max had come for her; she didnât think she would after how they ended.Â
By the time Max had returned, her breathing had only improved slightly but her pain in general hadnât. Taking the hand and getting up onto her feet the best she could, Brooklyn nodded, âYeah. LâŠLetâs go.â She agreed, too exhausted to say anything else. Letâs hope they could get back soon because she could feel her consciousness fading.
Max's fingers slipped through the gaps of Brooklyn's as she began to run again. The particular hold on her hand wasn't entirely necessary, but it was a natural instinct to hold onto her as if she were about to lose her -- and she just might've done if she had been any later in getting to that camp. "We're almost there, just keep running," Max puffed as they kept moving. She didn't care if her lungs were on fire, getting the brunette to safety was her number one priority. However, as soon as the sanctuary walls came into view the supply runner skidded to a halt. This was not how she left the place. "--- Oh God," she gasped. The place had been overrun and gunfire and screaming could be heard as if it was happening right beside her.
Brooklyn didnât even question it when Max pulled her into a direction. They really had to get out of here so she followed as best she could. As they left, she couldnât help but take a glance at the person Max had just killed on their way out. The other had just killed to save her and while she was grateful, the idea of it all just didnât sit well with her.Â
It felt like they were running for ages, but eventually the cook had to slow down and leaned against a tree. It was getting harder to breathe. âS-Sorry.â She mustered a shaky chuckle, âN..Not the most athletic one..a..as you know..â Her knees buckled. With how the enemy group had treated her and the others, it had taken a huge toll on her health. âCome onâŠâ She muttered to herself as she tried to wait out the pain in her chest. âYou think we uh.. we lost them?â
Max never relaxed the grip on her gun as Brooklyn slowed down. She glanced over her shoulder and nodded at the tired figure. They could afford a five minute stop - at least, she had hoped so anyway - to get their breath back. "Yeah, I know," the runner answered without much thought. "I'll keep a look out while you catch your breath. I won't go far." With that, Max walked in the direction they had just come from, her gun stretched in front just in case they had been followed -- and it didn't take her long to realise that they were indeed being followed. "Fuck," she pressed her back against a tree to avoid being seen as she watched the single figure approach. Without hesitating or taking any form of a risk, Max spun out from behind the tree and fired her gun three times. Once the person had dropped she turned tail and ran back to Brooklyn, her own cheeks red from exertion as she bowed over with her hands pressed against her thighs.
"Don't really know," Max breathed out. "I shot someone, but I don't know if he was alone. We should probably get going again." She took another deep breath and exhaled slowly before extending her hand to the cook. "I need to get you back inside the sanctuary."
The group was just picking off one by one, some left injured while others were dead. Brooklyn had no idea what was happening but she was next and she was deathly scared. She couldnât remember the last time she felt such fear. Struggling against everyone who even dared to touch her, she let out a scream as she flinched at the gunfire. This was the end - she was positive, but when a familiar voice got her back to her senses, Brooklyn found herself staring at the one person she never thought would purposely come save her. Not after how they left things. âM..Max?â She lunged herself into her former loverâs arm when recognition hit, âOh my god, Max!â
Max hugged the woman back for a few seconds before she pushed them both to the ground as gunshots rang through the air. She attempted to cover as much of Brooklyn's body with her own as she could while the yelling and screaming continued to get louder. The supply runner raised her gun and pulled the trigger twice, the second time earning a thud as a body dropped to the ground. As soon as that happened, Max jumped to her feet and grabbed her ex's hand as she did so. "We have to run. Now," she said to the other. Without waiting for her to agree or say anything, Max pelted right and headed to the trees, they'd have more protection in there.
The city dweller sighed and nodded her head. What the other girl said was trueâŠTheyâd need to get ready for a lot of hard work and patienceâŠSomething that Tracy was still practicing on. âWhy did they attack though? They didnât seem to steal much of anything.â
"Why do lion eat antelope?" Max replied with a lift of her shoulders. It probably wasn't the answer that the girl was looking for, but for Max it was what made the most sense. Humans had always been predators - much like the lion - so it only made sense that those left living would revert back to their natural state, almost like the undead did with their basic need to feed. "I think the main point is that we stick together now. Dwellers, sanctuary... even those that wander on their own. If anything, these people have pretty much showed how fucked we really are, and I can't let anything like that happen again to those I love."
Tracy stood in the middle of the street, contemplating what she should do. With all the rubble and work that needed to be done, her mind was on overload. She was still blocking out all of the people she had to fight and kill, and instead focused on the task at hand. Because if she let herself think back, then she knew that she would lose it.
âDoesâŠAnyone even have a clue where we should start?â The young girl asked.
The sanctuary was a mess and she had heard the rest of the city wasn't fairing too well, either. The Martyrs -- what a stupid name, Max had thought when she heard one of them say it -- had taken almost everything from them, including one of the sanctuary founders. To be honest, after everything, the supply runner could barely believe that she or anyone else had survived. It was a bloodbath.
"Start from the bottom and work our way up. It's the only option we've got."
âL..Let me go!â
A cry rang out in the air and a brunette could be seen surrounded by at least three people. Who they were, Brooklyn hadnât a clue. She knew security protecols were stricter ever since the disappearances and deaths happened. She had been lucky to stay clear of danger - until now. She came out which seemed like a completely stupid mistake right about now and before she knew it, the cook was jumped. Brooklyn was pretty disorientated from the blow with the butt of the gun to her cheek but still, she tried to fight back. None of it was helping her though and eventually, the group was dragging her on the ground in a direction. Panic sank in when Brooklyn had no idea where they were going and the words being exchanged the men gave her no solace. Were they going to kill her? This wasnât how Brooklyn thought she would die in this apocalypse. Either by her heart or by zombie. Not by humans. âT..This is not happening.â She mumbled which earned her a hard kick in the stomach, followed by a shout telling her to shut up.
Max should have been focused on those within the sanctuary, in getting them all to safety, but she just couldn't. People were killing her friends and she was fed up of that happening. Her mind had automatically sent her into autopilot and she left to go find her ex-girlfriend. Despite the way they ended, Max couldn't even fathom the idea of the woman she loved being slaughtered by humans - by people who should know that their real enemy wasn't each other but the dead walking. Still, people were fucked up. She had known that since she was a child, and that was furthermore proved when she came across a group of people taking hostages. Max drew her gun and surged forward when she noticed a familiar face. Before they could even acknowledge her presence, Max shot the one who killed the female in the face without a second thought. She then turned her gun on another approaching figure before ducking down and wrapping her arm around her ex's back. "We need to leave. Now."
People tended to underestimate a tiny girl. But not many people knew how fast Ronnie could run. Sprint even. And now, she needed that skill more than ever as she ran from the latest âhome sweet homeâ she liked to call it. The raiders were out, and out for blood, and before they could even make it out the door she was already in the forest. She ran for miles, until she felt like her lungs were going to collapse. A quick look behind her sent her running directly into someone, and an âoomphâ followed before she fell straight on her ass. She didnât even look at the person before her knife was out, glaring. âBack off.âÂ
Max raised an eyebrow at the woman and her knife as she rubbed her chest. It was a miracle she herself wasn't knocked down in the collision. Still, with a knife pulled on her it was only natural that the brunette's hand fell to her gun. "I'm pretty sure there's a saying somewhere about a knife and a gun fight," she commented idly, eyes never leaving the woman. "Look, I'm not one of them so you can lower your knife. I don't want to shoot you."
Trying to contain the grunts of pain and effort that seemed to still escape his sealed lips, Joseph wriggled his broken body out from beneath the metal rack. Every inch shifted sending unbearable pain through his body. Joey was aware his rib was broken, but he couldnât stop. They thought theyâd beat him down and left him for dead, but the young man didnât go down like that. Leaving a smear of blood where heâd been, Joseph finally got free, just as he heard the door open.
Since Max could shoot and was in relative good health, she had been tasked with finding members that were still alive. She had edged through almost every room she could reach before hearing a noise that grabbed her attention. She diverted course and pushed open a door that seemed to be wedged shut. She was greeted with the image of her best friend on the floor, but before she could call out she heard shuffling in the back -- someone was there. As soon as the figure stood up Max fired her gun and the figure crashed back to the ground. "--- Fuck," she muttered breathlessly. She had no idea if the person was from the sanctuary or one of the attackers, but she would worry about that later. "Joey?" she approached and dropped down to her knees at his side, gun still raised just in case. "Can you walk?"
After confronting more than enough people trying to kill her, Elliot had enough. âWhoâs out there!? I swear to godâŠâ She had always been paranoid but now that paranoia had shot through the roof. And while the security was tightened, she still had to do her job. She was just armed a lot more now.Â
"Put your gun down, Elliot!" Max had her hands in the air as she attempted to approach. She had been running for what felt like forever and now she was met with hostility from someone she knew. "It's Max, okay? You know me."
