YOU ARE THE REASON
blake kathryn
No title available
Xuebing Du
Discoholic 🪩
PR's Tumblrdome
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
JVL
Kaledo Art
roma★
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
izzy's playlists!
No title available
$LAYYYTER
RMH
Keni
hello vonnie
Mike Driver
Love Begins
pixel skylines
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Türkiye
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Ireland
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@ro-vo
Oh, no need to worry. It’s just dead people… dying people… undead people. I mean, the fuckers are annoying, but I’m not so afraid of them.
How come?
You and I both… Now we know how easy it is for someone infected to make it into the sector.
I'm starting to think having a backup plan wouldn't be such a bad idea, if the sector falls...
Why? He’s not infected with the virus.
You never know what they could be keeping from us.
Can't trust anyone.
Call me crazy, but this situation still has me paranoid...
Ro & Dean || A restless dawn.
It started with a distant scream, which didn’t fit the scenery — it was sunny, the streets were warm to the eye by colorful clothed civilians. Their expressions were quick to fall upon finding the source; a woman, mid twenties, fighting off another woman who appeared going at her neck. It was hard to tell from the distance that Rona was at what exactly was happening… in fact, it looked as though someone was filming a cheap vampire movie. It wasn’t fully alerting until the woman being attacked plummeted to the ground, as if she’d preferred to take the chance of the fall rather than deal with her attacker. Ro might have been at a safe distance, but she was close enough to remember the sound of the victim hitting the concrete below. A cackling noise, equipped with the memory of watching her impact upon the ground… now that was something that would haunt her forever. The girl let her foot hit the ground to balance herself on her bike as she watched the horror unfold; but in the blink of an eye she caught with her peripheral vision something lunging at her, before she could even let out a scream—
Rona jolted up from the safety of her bed, wide eyed, panting. Not only was mankind plagued with an apocalyptic disaster, but her mind was taunted by it nightly, it seemed. It took her a few minutes to regain herself. “It was just a dream,” the brunette whispered in a barely audible tone. She knew it wasn’t just a dream, well, most of it at least. Of course her mind had altered the situation a lot from when it had actually happened, see… in her dream, there was nothing around but the apartment, a few people, in the beginning they probably appeared to be a lot happier than they were when the event actually occurred. And maybe that said something, for instance… how easy everyone had it before the virus broke loose, but their joyful expressions faded after that particular incident. She couldn’t help but think about those precise details, how she connected herself to a fading smile.
It took a lot of will to finally slink out of bed. The sun hadn’t even awoken yet, but there would be no getting back to sleep for Ro. Wearily she made her way from the messy covers to the small dresser on the other side of her room. There wasn’t an awful lot for her to choose from when it came to clothing — but it didn’t matter much, not to her. As long as she was comfortable, that’s what always counted. Even before the breakout. A pair of yoga pants were her choice, and lazily she slid them on to a near perfect fit before adjusting the elastic around her waist. It had to have been at least ten… maybe fifteen minutes since she’d woken up from her nightmare, and she could still hear her heart beating at an above average pace. There had to be something someone could give her to ease her mind before she slept, to prevent an awful nights sleep like this from happening again.
Sure, she looked a mess in this particular moment, but the odds of anyone being out and about at this time was slim, and the girl was edging near desperate for some fresh air to cleanse her lungs after what could easily be described as a mini panic attack. Rona tugged at her shirt idly as she made her way to her door, unlocking it took a good minute considering she'd been working on rigging it to wear Alec wouldn't be able to get in for shits and giggles... As soon as she got into the hall she wandered down the eerily silent passage way to the stairs, and treading down them she sighed quietly -- though in her atmosphere it sounded much louder than initially intended. Upon nearing the exit, though, she furrowed her brows after catching the sight of someone in the corner of her eye down the dark hall of the first floor that branched off from the lobby. "Uh.. hello?" Ro's body tilted to the side as she peered into the darkness, she was curious more than paranoid.
Ooh goody, more beans and chicken broth.
I’m sorry to hear that. Can I…Was it always bad? Or just…since the outbreak?
I'd say it almost got better after the outbreak, but that'd make me sound pretty bad, wouldn't it?
The British...
What do you think an engine is? One wrong wire, one slight crack and the whole thing can explode. It’s like a fuckin’ time bomb really. So don’t say that because I work with mechanics that aren’t intended as ‘death machines’ doesn’t mean they aren’t.
...I meant it more so as an idea to take out the undead. That's just.. where my mind is, constantly..
The British...
Some knack! At least it’s useful in these times. Yeah, I’ve got a knack for tinkering with engines…
Ever make a death machine out of an engine?
The British...
You deal with weapons? Fair enough. I’ll give you that. But, how’d you get into weapons?
I guess I just have a knack for putting little death machines together.
I think for some it isn’t as hard - for the adults, it’s a little easier. Well, at least the ones who had a stable upbringing. There are other ones that are more susceptible though. The children could be, they are still in developing stages and too much stress and trauma can cause personality disorders.
I think it’s good that you can balance it. It’s an important skill. There are probably many others who could learn to do that around here.
Stable, or.. independent upraising in my case. I never gave much thought to that.. growing up in this environment has gotta be tough on a lot of them, though I know there are a lot of good people around here looking out for the kids. I would offer to help out if, well.. I'm just not really good with kids, I guess. I'd make it worse somehow.
You seem to know a lot about this kinda stuff, or.. you seem logical about it, at least.
But if you never feel safe, you grow insane. I think we should worry about sanity as much as we worry about safety. Wounds aren’t the only things that can be infected… the mind can be as well.
I'm not all that worried about my sanity.. but that's probably true for a lot of people around here. I've balanced out my emotions on the world. I like to think I have an even amount of fear and paranoia compared to how comfortable I am with my surroundings and whatnot.
Finally an Echo Mission.
Hasn’t done me wrong yet. I think a little confidence could probably do a lot of people some good around here.
You have to be confident with the right things, but don't think too much of yourself. Could be fatal.
I certainly know what you mean. It grows on all of us. I guess we have to let it though. It helps us adapt, helps us learn to feel safe.
I don't think learning to feel safe would be a good thing.. if anything it's a survival strategy, not feeling safe. Makes you more alert.
Ooh goody, more beans and chicken broth.
I don’t agree. Joy was pretty prevalent in my house, in my family, and I would say that most people are pretty happy, were pretty happy. Sure, there was death and destruction before, but it was rare, it made us really appreciate what we had.
Looks like you and I have lived very different lives.
