↳ selfsaving // ryan haywood
A BREATH FILLS HIS LUNGS AND LETS ITSELF OUT SLOWLY , THE MORNING AIR TASTING OF POSSIBILITY & OF RELIEF. the world’s still standing / at least , what’s left of it / and , at least , for now. and they’re all still alive —— here , TOGETHER. he knows they’ll be doing this all again soon and that even this comforting sense of peace will soon drain away to the ordinary struggle of SURVIVAL.
“ FUCK YEAH , WE DID. ” he doesn’t want to jinx it by speaking the thought aloud , but the next is loud inside his head : we’re practically un - killable ! so used to this now , their daily dices with dead // and such a perfect team that sometimes he thinks their little group could go on forever & ever. “ come down ! we can start to clear up soon. ”
BUT BEFORE THAT they’ll allow maybe a FEW moments to rest. ryan puts down his weapons , stretching arms above his head and YAWNING into the rising sun. staring off silently into the distance at the rays that creep over the horizon —— lighting up everything in their little world. and he feels very tired all of a sudden , letting out another little sigh. sort of UNWILLING to turn away from the glow of yellow & orange & pink. “ i could do with a nap. ”
SURVIVING IS NATURAL FOR THEM, OVERWHELMING ODDS NEVER STANDING IN THEIR WAY. their friendship unbreakable, their team unstoppable. they've had close calls, times they thought they'd never see their friends again, but nothing ever took them down. they were a family, their bond stronger than any number of zombies. they'd die for each other, but they know they never will. dying is both an inevitability and an unimaginable outcome. they expect it each day, but it never comes. they're doomed to suffer together, as a family, through the unending end of the world.
THE PEACE IS A COMFORT, though he knows it cant last. it never does. he waits, silent, just in case there’s more. in case the universe was playing some kind of sick joke. but that's not what's happening, nothing comes. they did it. they've made it, at least for a few days. they'll spend the next few hours basking in their survival, thanking whatever god may exist for another night gone by, but soon enough it'll be back to fighting. it never lasts, it never will.
“ I COULD GO FOR A TEAM NAP. ” spoken with a small smirk as he once again jumps from the roof to the balcony and down yet another floor, this time without the panicked fear he'd felt the last time. only minutes had passed but everything felt different, the weight of the world lifted from their shoulders. “ once we've cleaned up, though. cant sleep for shit with the smell of rotting corpses a few feet away. ” but they all know that isn’t the real reason he wants to clear it out so quickly. they need their defenses at their best, cant go to sleep and leave someone on watch without good defenses.
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