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Rachel knows Iām sorry,Ā at least, I think she knows. Iām pretty sure she knows. If she doesnāt know, Iāll tell her, Iām ā not going to do anything to her now, and besides, I havenātĀ intentionallyĀ done anything negative to Ms. Berry in ā awhile.
But you still did.Ā
But, Iām sorry.
Which thing are we talking about now?
See! You did so many things to Rachel, you donāt even know which one I mean!
Rachel knows Iām sorry,Ā at least, I think she knows. Iām pretty sure she knows. If she doesnāt know, Iāll tell her, Iām ā not going to do anything to her now, and besides, I havenātĀ intentionallyĀ done anything negative to Ms. Berry in ā awhile.
But you still did.Ā
He betrayed us all. Even if Rachel has a loud, loud mouth and it was funny. He made her cry and thatās not nice at all.
Brittanyā¦though I appreciate your back-handed concern for my well-being, does that reallyā¦matter right now? I donāt know if we can afford not to let bygones be bygonesā¦
You! You- you know what you did.
Which thing are we talking about now?
See! You did so many things to Rachel, you don't even know which one I mean!
fabraynnuiqĀ replied to yourĀ post:Ā Guys.
Why not, B?
He betrayed us all. Even if Rachel has a loud, loud mouth and it was funny. He made her cry and that's not nice at all.
Guys.
This is a-
Jesse and Rachel canātĀ both be here!
And why, pray tell, should that be a problem?
Yeaaaah, whatās the problem?
You! You- you know what you did.
Guys.
This is a-
Jesse and Rachel canātĀ both be here!
Finally, someone agrees with me. Kick them both out - St. James because heās a dodgy bastardā¦ As for Berry, take your pick: I think youād have an easier time deciding why not to throw her out postāfuckinā-haste.
This is just bad.
Guys.
This is a-
Jesse and Rachel can'tĀ both be here!
ooc: bbgenius, I swear. getting to your reply tonight o___o both of them. don't killlll me. Love you! <3
The generator will only be fired up for showers and to cook.
Being hygienic keeps us healthy.
Being healthy keeps us alive. We are currentlyā¦ not extremely hygienic due to circumstances. Improving that will only improve our life expectancies. I mean, if the zombies donāt get us, we could still die from infections and shitā¦
Nobody is going to die from... from... just- nobody is going to die from that!Ā
take care of you | quinn/brittany
Quinn stepped into the large living room of the farmhouse, her footsteps echoing softly. Beth was cradled in her arms, quietly snuffling as she twisted. She had been a little fussy since she had woken up that morning, and it was beginning to worry Quinn. If Beth got sick, what would she do? Their medical supplies werenāt exactly the equivalent of a doctorās office, and Quinn wasnāt sure she could find one close enough to consider raiding. She would just pray that it was simply a small stomachache and that it would pass soon, but for now, she gently rocked her baby, murmuring nonsense words. Sinking onto the dusty couch, she held Beth close, stroking her fingers gently across her forehead. Beth reached up, pressing her tiny palm against Quinnās chin, causing the blonde to smile. Her fingers dusted across Bethās cheeks, and she began humming softly, rocking gently.Ā
Bethās eyelids began to flutter, and Quinn exhaled with relief. If Beth could fall asleep, there was a chance she would be okay. She wasnāt sure what she would do if anything happened to her. Beth was her one perfect thing - the only thing in life she hadnāt royally screwed up. She had come very close when she had tried getting her back from Shelby, but thanks to Puck and Rachel, Quinn had realized that the older woman could give Beth a better life than Quinn could. Of course, it didnāt matter much now, did it? With Shelby gone and the world falling apart around them, the only thing Quinn could cling to was Beth.
And yet, even as Beth fell asleep in her arms, Quinn couldnāt help but worry about her father. She hadnāt heard or seen anything that would indicate that Puck was alive, and even though Quinn hadnāt had romantic feelings for him in years, she still cared about him. He was her first, after all. It scared Quinn to think that one day, quite possibly soon, she would come face-to-face with him, and he would be lunging for her flesh. Tightening her hold on Beth, she shook her head, attempting to get rid of that thought. She didnāt want to think about it. Suddenly, one of the floorboards creaked, and she jumped, silently cursing herself for not bringing a weapon along. Her eyes flashed toward the staircase, and she began measuring the distance, wondering if she could make it if she sprinted. āWhoās there?ā She hissed, hoping for a reply that didnāt consist of creaking groans or hungry moans.
Brittany tossed, then turned. Again and again. It seemed to be all she could do ever since the outbreak. At first, it was the sounds of Emily keeping her awake. The sound of metal hitting thick skull, the cracking of bone, the sickening squelch of brain which was followed by sounds of the blonde becoming sick all over the carpet beneath her. The last memories she had with her little sister floating through her nightmares at night. Each one started the same; Emily playing soccer, or blowing out birthday candles, wrestling in the grass with Lord Tubbington. Each one started happy. Then things started to change. The smaller blonde's skin would start darkening... peeling... her hair would fall out, fingers would be lost. Then she was gone. On the ground with black ooze slowly making it's way from the hole in her head. Brittany would wake up in a cold sweat each night, breathing deeply as clenched her eyes shut and tried to erase the images from the recent nightmare.
But they never went away. Instead, they got worse. This time other people were added to the mix. First Santana, then Bri. Now they were always Bri... Elena's eyes when they walked into the barn and saw the first glimpse of blonde hair. Her sister... her twin. Her and Bri weren't exactly alike. Bri had been intent on being a badass, whereas Brittany was perfectly content being sweet, little Brittany. But they worked off of each other. Bri was always there for her, always there to protect her, to watch her back. Brittany was there to watch over Bri. To make sure the girl didn't get too close to the edge, to keep her safe. Bri was her childhood, her everything. Now all she had was the cold metal of the dog-tag pressing against her chest. Swiping the falling tear from her cheek, Brittany nudged Lord Tubbington's weight off of her legs and stood up, pulling on the sweatshirt she had with her before making her way out of the room everyone slept in.Ā
She needed to clear her head, to breath. She was such a mix of emotions. She had lost both of her sisters... then they find Santana. It's like the universe made her pay to get the other girl back. It's not like she wasn't happy that Santana was there, God was she so happy that the girl was safe and sound and here. But why couldn't she keep her sisters and Santana? Why did it have to be one or the other? Brittany remembered the last house they were staying in, how Bri had kept her safe by the fireplace, how she had let her fall asleep in her arms. Did this house have one of those? She realized she had barely been out of the room they slept in and the roof, so she made her way to the living room, ignoring Elena's most stressed rule about not going anywhere alone.Ā "Who's there?" Came a voice already in the living room and Brittany reached for the bat hanging by her side before she realized who the voice belonged to. "Brittany... it's just Brittany."
Youāre here.
I am here and Iām staying here.
I was so worried...
B, can you do me a favor? I'm going to take a shift. Would you be okay watching Beth?
Of course I would! I'll keep her super safe, I promise.
Alright, now that Iām up, does anyone want to fill me in on this little operation you guys have been running?
You're here.
Alright, now that Iām up, does anyone want to fill me in on this little operation you guys have been running?
QUINN! QUIIIINNN!
Yes! I meanā¦ Iād love to.
See? She loves you.
Well I love her too, so we're both super lucky.
QUINN! QUIIIINNN!
She does?
I guess- I guess thatād help.
Yeah, she does. Cāmon, we can go to our room. Sheās getting sleepy already. Do you wanna carry her?
Yes! I mean... I'd love to.
