He holds the gun against my head I c l o s e my eyes and bang I am dead I know he knows that he’s killing me for m e r c y He holds my body in his arms He didn't mean to do no ( harm ) And he holds me t i g h t Oh, he did it all to spare me.
Max had seen Cas around a few times, but as far as he knew she was just staying at camp until all this chaos was over. And in his opinion, if you were here, you helped. She was here.
He had a feeling she probably rather wouldn’t, but he wasn’t about to give her much of a choice. Not to mention her smile said otherwise. “Yeah, follow me,” he said with a relief almost palpable. “Thanks. It’s really hectic around here.”
the man was familiar, another face in the crowd she had studied from afar. she kept her eyes on everyone, no one was innocent in this world. she knew nothing of his past experienced, if he had killed a true innocent just as she had many times before, but then again, who here could live up to her devilish reputation ?
kicking her bag to the side, she followed him out the door. " it's no problem, REALLY. like I said, anything to help. pearl street, balfour, we have to work together, right ? " the words made her want to gag, but it was all for the sake of the role.
Max could feel a stroke coming on every time he blinked. He was running back and forth across the extent of Balfour’s boundaries trying to coordinate all the sentinels and keep everyone sane — saner than he even felt. Breathless from a run from their front line back to the main buildings, he stuck his head in his last hope’s doorway and panted, “We need more people that can shoot without wasting bullets. Can you come help me out? Please?”
the second cas had heard of the hoard on its way to destroy the very place she had thought to be somewhat safe, she had run to every camp, scavenging the supplies she had hidden in each. it was a safety protocol for her, something that came naturally--- if it's not needed now, it'll be needed later. she was on her last trip, BALFOUR, hiding away in an old room and looking for some cans she had left behind last week, when the man boomed in panting. of course, she wanted to say NO, but she had brought herself to play this role, and if the camps were to survive, it would be a tragedy for her for others to find out her t r u e n a t u r e. so, with a fake smile plastered on her lips, she turned around. " of course. anything to help. " the words were fake, filled with no emotion and hiding the fact that the last thing she wanted to do was save this place, but her face was the cover. her smile, so seemingly genuine. she shoved her bag to the ground. " got a gun ? "
have you heard of CASSIOPEIA “CAS” CARTWRIGHT? she is a TWENTY-FOUR year old survivor in boulder county, who looks like ELIZABETH GILLIES. she is RESOURCEFUL and DETERMINED, which helps her as a TRADER at PEARL STREET. however, she can also be DECIETFUL and RUTHLESS, so i’d watch out for them. they are known as the FACADE.
hi!! it’s dani… again <3 and this… well this is my sadistic, dangerous, and twisted child— the looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you type. here’s some about her. it’s not a full bio like rileys, but its something lmao.
cas used to be such a lovely, kind child. the resident “flower child” in her town, so delicate and innocent. her and her twin brother were like two peas in a pod, never was one seen without the other. she a lover, him a prankster, it was all love and play and games.
her family was one giant love fest, a home so warm and inviting, the kids were surely going to be perfect people in the real world. her younger brother, aries, was born deaf, so as well as an inviting home, it was a well educated one as well. all of the cartwrights became fluent in american sign language, and for the other children, three other languages of their choice.
Her older brother, triton, was kind of the protector of the bunch, falling close to cas, or as she went by back then, cassie (a dead name now). he was her best friend, after her twin. he cared for her in such a way she would never forget.
when the outbreak started, things were stressful in the family. having so many to look out for, the parents began passing on responsibilities to the children, most now in their teens or 20′s. they held their stance as the utmost protectors, though.
it was only three weeks in when maria cartwright, loving mother, wife, and friend, was ripped to shreds by a stray walker that stumbled upon their land. she was caught by surprise, and her screams were the siren of the dead. her last words, forever burned into cas’ brain, “in this new world, you’ve got to be tougher. tougher than all of us, cassie.”
that was the day that cassiopeia, cassie, cartwright died. in her place, cas rose. she became cold, frozen in her body just as her twin did. the twins were now sadistic, obsessed with killing anything in their way. it wasn’t long before this disease spread to the rest of the cartwrights.
the father, jeremiah, becaqme as sadistic as they come. he relished in the antics of his children, even getting in on the fun when there was enough for them all. he brought vengeance on any and all for the death of his wife, it was the only thing that kept him living. that is, until his own timely demise.
a group of survivors, as ruthless as the cartwright family themselves, broguh the fire down on jeremiah. he was beaten, gunned, and gutted to death just a mile away from his family, all of whom thought he was going on a supply run. as the hours passed and they finally went looking for him, they found his body in pieces with a shred of leather on the ground, a symbol ripped in half on the remains.
the children found a rage unlike any before. they put together their strengths to search for the ones responsible for the death of the only parent they had left, but to no avail. and finally, not even a month later, the siblings were brought down in hell fire.
triton, cas, (twin name upt) and aries were scavanging a house when a fire lit from the basement. seen running in the smoke, a figure with a gas tank and a leather jacket to match. triton and aries perished in the flames, but cas and her twin survived, though neither know of the survival of the other. they escaped separately, running in different directions as they knew their siblings were gone.
its been two months since the fire, and cas has taken up a role in the hell state camp. she resides in the pearl street mall, and fought for a job as a trader, but cas, you see, is not cas. she is wearing a mask, one that all who dare to go near should be smart to see through.
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