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naomi fagen make sure to floss, or don't, i'm not the boss of you.

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teethandbone‌:

Magnolia was broken out of her prayer when the other woman sat down next to her. It was a relief to see someone that was human and not a feral creature — but to have to worry about whether or not they were wasn’t something the brunette ever wanted to worry about. 

“Honestly? I don’t really know,” she answered as truthfully as she could. She was a mess in all directions. “I’m alive. I’m upset. What about you?”

“Well.. I don’t know what’s happening, I’m scared to my core for my family, but mostly.. I’m just starving.” she replies, trying to muster a smile for the other.

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teethandbone‌:

“Shit, that’s a long way to go to Colorado,” he said, surprised to hear that her family wasn’t even just out of town. Hell, Israel could be safe.

“I mean, could be. It might be that weird flu that was happening on the east coast. Could’ve been flown out on planes without us knowing, could’ve been just contained.”

“Yeah.. Yeah, could be..” she trails off, for a moment, her gaze is completely vacant.

“Better not to know, maybe.” she adds, after a sharp inhale. “I just can’t wrap my mind around.. How sudden it is. Yesterday my coworkers are buzzing about what Meghan Markle wore to.. Wimbledon, or whatever. I guess, the bright side is, if she’s dead, I won’t have to hear about her anymore.”

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xavicrdiaz‌:

“Honestly? I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like it in my whole life, and I’ve seen some real shit, trust me.” Xavi let out a humourless laugh and shuffled his boot in the dirt. “I tried to get home but I couldn’t make it. Too many of those things covering the streets.” He couldn’t tear his mind away from his wife. He knew that she wasn’t here, but he had to ask anyway. “You haven’t seen a Puerto Rican woman - long brown hair, about five three, fifty but she doesn’t look it, probably demanding someone tell her what’s happening - have you?”

“No, I’m sorry. Is she your wife?” She offers a sympathetic look, then starts taking stock of all the people from the life she’d built here she hadn’t seen. Her boss, some of her coworkers.. All missing. She files such thoughts away to stew about later. 

“What’s her name? I’d be happy to help you ask around. Probably more productive than.. Gawking at this rubbish.”

[teethandbone]

location: the steps outside of the coffee shop

when: day two of the outbreak event

Magnolia couldn’t stand it. She woke up in the middle of the night to the pounding of what seemed like a drunk banging on her window, only to see the dying flesh and blood that covered them. This had to be just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. But the blood-curdling screams that filled the night just made her believe this was something more.

Day two. The bodies of other Jackson residents and whatever those things were have just riddled the streets, no one cleaning them up. Magnolia sat, almost numb to what was going on until the other approached. She didn’t acknowledge them until they spoke, having been deep in prayer. God wouldn’t let some massacre like this happen, would He?

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Naomi had been wandering Main Street for some time, not like she had much else to do. All she wants is to go back to her home in Lake Ridge; she shudders thinking about how many of those creeps are wandering around there. A sharp exhale through her nose, as if to laugh at the thought of them getting blood on her beautiful white couch. After all that effort to keep it clean. She stops in front of the coffee shop where Magnolia is sitting, and with an exhale, drops herself beside her.

“How are you holding up, huh?”

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teethandbone‌:

“Were they here?” Sterling didn’t know why he asked. All he was about was surviving, not bonding with anyone.

She bites the inside of her cheek, nasty habit, but the least of her worries right now. The taste of iron was strangely a comfort. 

“Um.. No, no they’re in Israel.” She turns her head to look at him.

“But maybe this is just some freak U.S. thing, right?” Her face is stone, but in her eyes, it’s clear she’s begging for comfort.

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xavicrdiaz‌:

Xavi was going out of his mind with worry. In the chaos, he hadn’t been able to find his wife, Mia. The hordes of infected had stopped him from getting back home to search for her, so he had no idea if she’d managed to get out safely, or if the worst had happened. He couldn’t even bring himself to think about it. 

His overthinking was interrupted by a voice nearby, and he turned to find its owner. “I know, right? It’s bedlam out there…” he trailed off and looked over at the makeshift wall. “I hope this ain’t the only safe place in town.”

She offers him a sympathetic look before returning her gaze towards the wall, brow furrowing, trying to remember the last time she talked to her mom. All those times conversations were cut short because of international charges to her cell phone. Now the stupid thing doesn’t even work. Can’t even charge it to look at the pictures. 

“My place is in Lake Ridge, it’s still crawling with those.. Things. I don’t know what to do, or where to go. Do you think this is just the world now?”

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She stares at the walls, crudely constructed out of tires and scrap metal.. Looks shabby, but it seems to be doing the job. “I can’t believe what’s happening. I hope my family’s okay.”

[arealoner-a]

                                                             dark hair ?                                                          romantic eyes ?                                                    looks a little dangerous ?                                                     that’s my type of girl.

[thisisnotfortears-deactivated20]

give me a reason to love you give me a reason to be a woman

Lucifer · 4x03 “O Ye of Little Faith Father”