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“You alright? you’re looking a little rough.” Jacob had noticed the other starting to walk a little bit further behind the group. “I have some water if you need some?” Jacob offered.

Paddric took out his own bottle and took a sip of his own water. “I got my own thanks,” he said not making eye contact. “I wouldn’t be so willing to share. This whole ‘merge’ shit is not going to last.” he grumbled.

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drvalente:

“The latter.” Siena said tersely. She knew not everyone had to be morally justified and the understanding of morality varied from person-to-person anyway but there was something subversive about the man before her that made her feel uneasy. “At least you are self-aware —I don’t what kinda peachy life you are leading in your CAVE that you want to keep at but you are still not untouchable, be aware of that as well.”

Paddy laughed when the woman said he lived in a cave. He was aware that his appearance was that of a caveman, but he knew people tended to stay away from those who looked or smelled like they were wild. “My cave is loaded with booby traps,” he said with a toothy grin. He stroked his growing beard as he gave her words serious thought. After a few seconds, he said, “Yes, I had a rather annoying awakening to that fact. However, I think that it’s a person’s choice to be broken. After being treated like an animal for so long I suppose I can’t help but think like one. As long as I’m not being personally affected by it, I don’t care.”

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“You’re not a jerk, Paddy,” Piper bit down on her lower lip, idly wondering if that was less of an attempt to ease Paddic’s feelings or more so her own. Things had been… confusing was a good way to shorten it all. Frustrating, too, but now there was nothing that could be gained from trying to stir up trouble. She placed a hand atop his shoulder, thumb rubbing comforting circles into his skin. “Just ignore it, okay? We’ll get through this, same way we always have… and, hey, at least this time we… well, we have each other? Right?”

Paddy took comfort in her words. He had grown accustomed to doing things by himself. “Yes,” he said with a smile. He wasn’t sure if Piper knew how much he needed someone; someone he could really depend on. “So Piper what did you do before all this?” he asked referring to her life before the dead walked. The good thing about being in the states is that most didn’t know his past. They didn’t know that he had spent most of his life in prison for a crime he was innocent of. Though most back home believed he was guilty even though the proof said otherwise.

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Paddric had been feeling bad about having to eat human flesh ⸺ brains to be specific. He felt annoyed that the Roamers were exposed  ⸺ they were his main source of food. However, when it came to Tyler he felt excitement. Paddric had felt DEAD for so long, and the immediate threat he felt when Tyler finished his business stirred something inside him. He, thankfully, kept his thoughts to himself. 

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“It’s like, Jesus Christ, this big fucking thing that is going on, and ... honestly, I don’t care. Maybe it’s on account of the things I’ve already been through ... maybe I’m just a jerk. I don’t know. All I know is that all this,” He paused as his hands made a gesture towards the surroundings, “Is not important to me. I just want to keep on living my life.”

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PIPER FLYNN

His smile looked so painfully similar; she had only seen a few familiar faces since arriving at the Community’s base, and those whom she did recognize as being held captive wore those same, weary, broken expressions. It was like trying to mask a stench with flowery aerosol: barely concealing what lay beneath the spray and ultimately, ineffective. Piper hadn’t felt the need to wear one until now, coming face to face and mirroring the slight quirk of his lips as though instinctual. Every muscle tensed at the sudden question, but really, she should have expected as much from… Paddic. Yeah, he had always been a rather blunt one, from their short conversations. And now that was a trait Piper found herself slightly envious of, to stop feeding around the bush when there was no point to it any longer. “… I am, too. I have to - at least to see what’s left of it. But, if you’re looking for information, they took everything written down. Journals, papers, they have all of it,” And she had only memories - tidbits here and there of what Logan had felt comfortable or, rather non-threatening to disclose. She had never given him reason to hold anything back, really. “Piper. And it’s okay - the last thing I’d expect is for anyone wanting to remember names of their cell-neighbors,” There had been death - more than she could recall, more than there should have been. But– No, there wasn’t time to get overly emotional. Not this close. “Paddy,” She repeated with a fondness, definitely preferring the nickname. This time her smile didn’t feel so tight; maybe even relieved, knowing that she didn’t have to face what lay ahead alone anymore. “We’ll go together then? Get some closure and, figure the rest out afterwards?”

“They think they know what’s best for us...as if we are bloody children,” he said with a scuff. Paddic hated to be treated with kid gloves. “It’s really annoying If I’m being honest. We aren’t living it the old world where the slightest bad news will cause a panic. We already have those damn dead ones walkin’ ‘round.” he shook his head. Paddic would argue that even in the old world the public deserved to know the truth even if it was bad. The fact that those who saved them were keeping it a secret lead him to believe that something bad had happened to them. “Pipper and Paddy on our way to find some answers,” he said in a soft sing-song voice. He smiled at her, “It is always better when you have a good friend to go on a journey. Though, I don’t know if I’m a good company. I complain a lot and don’t know how to shut up. Ever since I was a boy really. I’d get marked up because I’d talk to whoever was sitting next to me. Well talking and starting fights.” Paddic put his hands up and jabbed the air a bit. He smiled at the fond memory of his past. “I reckon my mum thought I’d grow up to be a boxer or end up in jail.” He laughed. “Piper, when you were a babe what did your parents think you’d be?” He asked. Starved for interaction he often talked the other person’s ear off. He really wanted to ask if she was always hungry, but he wanted to wait until they were a little bit more acquainted with each other. 

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QINN IVES

“Mind passing me that tire over there? Otherwise this car won’t be going anywhere any time soon–,” the brunette had no idea who she was talking to, nor did she really care. She was practically buried underneath the half-finished car; covered in dirt and oil.

He let out an annoyed grunt but had his curiosity peeked. He passed her the tire and watched her movements. He wasn’t sure why others hadn’t tried to fix cars, most seemed to want to settle down and play house. “Ya really think you can fix it?” he asked crouching down beside her. He looked at the car nodding a bit. He thought it was possible that the car could be fixed. 

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SAHARA LINCOLN

Hazel hues examined the wound before her. A gash that created a wound deep enough to see the white  starting of the bone. Sahara’s brows knitted together as she slipped on a few gloves and softly moved her fingers around the area of the wound. “Hey…you there. Can you grab me the closest needle and thread? Also, can you bring a cloth for my patient to bite down on?” Her voice was soft, yet held a seriousness as the words rolled off of her tongue. Turning her attention to her patient she sighed pursing her lips slightly. “This is going to hurt.”

Paddic wasn’t sure how the wound had happened but it did. He was forced to go back to the community - a place he couldn’t leave fast enough. He rolled his eyes. “Oye, I survived Logan, mate. I reckon I can handle a little stitchin’,” he said. Paddy’s irritation seemed to flow out of him very easily after he was taken by Logan. Before, he at least tried to be nice. Now, he was just plain rude to whoever he met. Well, except Piper. She was probably the only one who knew what he was going through. “Just bloody do it already. I’ve got places to go.” His words lacked the same level of annoyance as his first statement. His pale face hinted that he was starting to feel the effects of the wound. 

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PIPER FLYNN

It had been at least two days - maybe three? Oh God, who was she kidding, she had lost count the moment Logan had knocked her out and drug her back to his ‘lab’. Even having emerged from the darkness, her perception of time still felt skewed. She could barely process a coherent thought without that same constant, gnawing hunger would grip her tight, never truly letting go for even a second. Of course, that was only part of the reason for her trek along the remnants of Scottsdale. But it was slowly pushing to the forefront, pushing her onward, pushing her not to collapse just yet because, God, there had to be something - some solace on the horizon. Otherwise, what was the use of going on when your skin had begun rotting from the inside out? She barely registered the voice at first, fatigue clouding her senses, and it sounded as though someone was calling to her through a vast sea of wool. Eventually, she picked her head up to glance back in the direction it originated from, fingers cast over her eyes as she narrowed them. Was that… 

“Hey… Hey!” No matter how peaky and thin she appeared, a brightness lit up her gaze as she identified the male. They’d been in cells not too far apart… 'P’ something, wasn’t it? “Yeah, we… Yeah, yeah you know me,”

He lightly jogged towards her. He gave her a small side smile as if to say, ‘Yeah, we had a shitty experience together’. When Paddy was saved, he had been asked so many questions, but the thing that bothered him was the false sense of compassion people seemed to have. He personally didn’t give a flying fart about the people so he didn’t understand how or why they would care about him. “Are you going back?” he asked. He didn’t like to play around. Turn things into a joke, yes, but not play around. “I’m going back,” he said taking a deep breath in. He decided to wait to tell her that he had been feeling hungry and a bit envious of the undead. He was abrasive, but he didn’t want to scare the woman off. “You’re...” he was quiet for a moment. He furrowed his eyebrows and tried to remember her name. He’d briefly talked to a few people, most of them didn’t make it. “Bloody hell, I can’t fucking remember. To be honest there were a lot of people dying...I didn’t really commit any names to memory,” he said with a shrug. He held out his hand and smiled. “I’m Paddic, but Paddy is what people usually call me. I don’t really mind either way,” he continued. 

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Paddic was starting to feel as if he was dying. Hunger. He didn’t understand why he was feeling this way. He wondered if the others had the same nagging hunger that seemed to make the days go by in a fog. He didn’t want to go back to the community to see if any of the others were there, he didn’t like reporting to anyone. However, he needed answers, he needed to know why he was growing envious of the walkers. Paddic made his way back towards Logan’s lab. Maybe there would be something that would give him answers. He had been walking mindlessly towards the lab when he noticed that someone else was in sight. He quietly moved closer, squinting his eyes as he tried to get a better look. They looked familiar, still, he couldn’t place where he’d seen her. “Oye, Do I know you?” He asked.

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Jackson was always the type who came looking for trouble. It didn’t matter from who or what all he cared about was getting a rise out of someone. If he could do that while managed to survive what this fucked up world presented him. Slowly, the boy crept up on another person, his eyes not focused on who or what the figure was but instead what they were rummaging through. A grin formed on his face as he came within a safe distance. Not close enough so they could reach out and grab him but close enough so that he could speak without yelling “Whatcha got there?” He asked as he moved so his presence was right in front of his company. 

Paddic had been hungry ever since leaving the makeshift lab. The community had fed him, but it didn’t satisfy him. He wasn’t sure if there was something that could satisfy him. Trying to quiet his mind he walked around Scottsdale. He had found a walker, one that was freshly put out of its misery. He knelt down and started to go through its clothes. “Well look at that,” he mumbled to himself. The walker had two bullets in its pocket and a dirty compass. His mind was cloudy and he didn’t hear when the stranger approached him. It wasn’t until he spoke that Paddic turned around and faced him. “I got some bullets...you want em? I don’t really have a gun. I like to use my fists. Nothin’ like a good brawl to lift the mood,” he said turning his attention back to the walker.

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⸻ samuel b. 

       This was not something he was used to. He was absolutely not used to someone running into HIS hideout. This simply didn’t happen. But really what does he know about impossible things when there were dead things walking among them, eating human flesh??  Perhaps nothing’s impossible anymore. “I was getting rid of few of them”  Sam replied before leaning up against the wall out of exhaustion. “But you won’t be able stay here for long. This isn’t a safe place, they’ll eventually get inside” 

The fact that the stranger seemed to plainly telling him to get lost was ignored by Paddy. He honestly didn’t care if this man was the president of the United States. It seemed like a good place to him. “Well it seems like someone already barricaded the bottom floor, so unless these buggers learn to fly they won’t be botherin’ me.” He gave the stranger a coy smile. “But you can leave if you’re worried mate. Me? Nah, I stayin’ here for the night.” 

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⸻ piper f.

Empty. Empty, and… yet again, empty.

Huffing impatiently, Piper slowly closed the last of the opened cabinet doors lined above the kitchen. Of course whoever lived in the home packed up whatever had once filled the spaces. Still, they hadn’t thought to snag everything, as the aloe vera plant in now stashed in her satchel was proof of, so the ransacking wasn’t a total waste. Though, it did still feel… odd, going through someone else’s living space. Someone who might be dead. Shaking off the thought, Piper clutched her bag close and rounded the corner leading into the hallway– and froze at the figure staring back at her.

“I-I swear, I’m not armed–” A groan nearly burst past her lips, jaw clenched as a mental ’FUCK’ slapped her across the brain. “I mean I’m not dangerous… Not if you aren’t,”

“Oye, you might want to not broadcast to the whole world you are unarmed,” he said in a grumpy tone. This was supposed to be his vacation. Paddy had been a hard worker, and the only time he decided to go on a vacation the damn dead come back to life. “Well I am armed, but I don’t got time to be dilly dallying with the living,” he with a soft nod. His English accent gave away the fact that he was not from around Scottsdale. He looked around and let out a sigh. 

“Did you find any food?” he asked. He wasn’t sure if she’d be upfront with him but it was worth a shot. People were surprising nowadays, and he’d lose nothing in asking.

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⸻ samuel b.

       This moment seemed to be the only familiar thing for Samuel since he got back home. Lying in an abandoned building, in a complete silence. Staring through the scope at the rotters that were roaming on the street. He was tempted to take a shot, to kill at least one of those fuckers but he knew better then that. He’d been lying in this room for hours now so when he heard as if someone was approaching him he didn’t hesitate to pick up his handgun and aim at the only other person in the room. “What are you doing here?”  

“What do you mean what am I doing here?” Paddy asked. “I’m trying to get away from those bloody dead things walking ‘round out there,” he said. “What are you doing?” he asked him nodding towards his gun. He quietly walked around, surveying the area. Paddy was exhausted, and was looking for a place to rest for a while. 

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⸻ alex d. 

knife twirling in her hand she had used it to stab a walker only moments ago. she couldn’t believe what the earth had come to. that was the first time that she had killed something. she had been scavenging in a shop when she heard snarling. running up to the walker she stabbed it in the brain before realizing that there was someone else in the shop. “if you’re here to loot almost everything’s been taken.” she said with a sigh, and after a moment she spoke. “are you bit?”

“I’m sure I’ll find something,” he said looking around. Paddy wasn’t surprised at the level barbarity that had occurred over the past few days. Humankind rarely surprised him, whether it was in a bad or good way. “Well if I was, I probably wouldn’t be itching to tell.” He said patting down the dead person. He looked at the female. “But no, are you?” He asked.