Beautiful chaos

"sniping is poetry in slow motion, up until you pull the trigger" Samuel x 32 x sniper in the 75th ranger regiment x now a marksman for the survivors.

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&&.old-vet-quint:

Quint couldnt help his lips tweaking in a slight smirk as he hummed. “Dont have to worry bout ya anymore, eh?” Quint grumbled, rubbing his chin. “And yet ya out in the woods pointin guns at defenseless old men…ya call that stayin out of trouble, soldier?”

“You’re old but I would hardly call you defenseless and a good soldier in a world like this would always keep his gun up. No matter if he’s around women or defenseless people” He pointed out. “But what are you doing here? Are you alright?”

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&&.billiehvang:

Billie couldn’t help the small, nostalgic chuckle that escaped her. “Or chocolate chip cookies. A nice couch to spend lazy days sitting on. Water.” The last one caused a scoff to escape her, the brunette shaking her head at how degraded the world had become in a little over a month, how humanity seemingly leaving all traces of humane thinking behind – they were survivors now. Not just people, not just human – survivors. They had different meanings, at least to Billie. She knew a lot of people who had done things now they wouldn’t have done should the world still be normal. They did what they did to survive, and that’s not who they are. That’s not who she is – was it? “A car would surely help a lot. A whole lot, actually. We’d be able to go places people might not have gone through too much just yet and get back in time for dinner.” Just the possibility of it made everything seem so much lighter to Billie, so much easier – but it was never so. “It’s an idea we should keep in mind. Y’know, when things calm down.” At least that’s what she hoped for, but hope didn’t keep people from dying around her, hope didn’t keep bad people outside of their gates. But she still clung to it, even if lightly, to keep herself from getting too disappointed. “Hey – that’s not true. I was the little sister. You think my life was that simple?”

         This entire conversation was nothing but a cover up for the real talk they should be having, but neither of them particularly wanted to to discuss. The death of their people. The life they’ve been trying to make for themselves in this messed up situation and of course where they should go from now on. Because it didn’t matter if they were related or not, Samuel didn’t want her to be too far away from him. He wanted to be able to honor her brother by staying by her side. To be there for her if she would ever need his help. But for now he let himself enjoy their lighthearted conversation about the things they missed from their past lives and how much their current life would be easier if they’d have the comfort they once had. “Do you know what we all should do? We should celebrate this official lazy day” His entire face brightened up as he thought of the almost impossible idea. “It would be once a week and everyone should use this day to relax and gather themselves up to be able to survive for the long run. You know what I’m talking about” The idea of having one day to be able to grief the people they’ve lost. A day to try to fall asleep after all the horrors they’ve witnessed. A day to be with your loved ones or to stay by yourself. It seemed to be almost a wishful thinking to dream of a break, but right now it was all that he needed. Even before the virus he’d get a break from the war. Everyone needs a break or else they’ll eventually completely lose it. “Alright, alright I know you were their little sister and I know how they treated you. I was just trying to be nice, but like someone once said ‘Sam, you suck at pep talks’ and now we all know that I suck at trying to make people feel better” He tried to excuse himself but really there was nothing he could say or do, he did suck at comforting people and making them feel better. But he couldn’t help but laugh at his failed attempt of being nice.

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&&.benxdaniels:

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Night time. The city was completely dark, not the best hour to be wandering the streets. Not only because of the infected, no. They couldn’t trust humans any more than them. Nonetheless, Ben had never hated patrolling at night. Enjoyed the eery silence that’d wash over him was more than welcomed and, more than often, did he stumble upon confused souls wandering the streets searching for help or shelter. A constant battle of survival and while that was something a lot of people were all too familiar with, those who weren’t, were ever so in need of a guiding hand. Besides, Ben enjoyed using the fresh morning air for himself. Those days reminded him of his training, a bag full of survival necessities on his back, rifle hanging loosely off his shoulder, marching through the woods as heavy boots sunk into the mud. Well, almost. The branches cracked beneath his weight, his feet taking him well off the usual path that led through the forest and deeper into the unknown darkness. The sun was already on its way into the horizon again, so if he went there fast enough, he’d make it there in time. A small spot in the middle of nowhere, some makeshift targets placed a couple of hundred yards away in a clearing. Really, nothing to get excited about but better than nothing anyway. Though, these days, he had noticed that something was off. Bullets of a sniper rifle he didn’t own stuck in the thick wood of the targets. An evident dent in his shooting position. Someone else had been using his hideout, quite successfully if he may add. Bullseye, several times. Marksmanship he had seen before. By someone he had always considered his brother. Had.

As he closed in on the clearing, a shot rung through the air. Distant, definitely not aimed at him. Ben slowly approached the familiar spot, but couldn’t make out anything but a dark figure in the shadows of the trees, laying flat on the ground aiming at one of the targets a couple hundred yards away. That little fucker had been using his spot for his own damn sake. Sure, it was an open field for everyone to find. That didn’t mean everyone would be allowed to shoot the shit he put up with his own fucking hands. As another shot vibrated through the air, Ben used the noise to step toward the man, grab him by the back of his jacket and hauled him to his feet. With his heel briefly kicked into the others inside of the knee, he threw the man to the ground. His arm was pressed against his throat, struggling to keep him down as finally, he got a good look of his face. The deep inhale of oxygen was stuck in his throat, heart skipping a beat as he tried to fathom what he was seeing. A face all too familiar. Not a day older. Ben froze in complete shock. No sign of life in his body or expression, except for the shaking of his fists that had grabbed the man by the jacket.

                                                                               “Sam?”

His voice was raspy, almost weak as he failed to believe what he was seeing. No, no that was impossible. Sam had died in Afghanistan on their mission. It had been a high risk mission, three people only. Sam, Ben and another good mate of theirs that they had known since SF training. But he never in his life had met anyone he clicked with as fast as Sam. Since day one they had been inseparable. Dragged each other through every painstaking task, reached out for each others hand when they needed to. Sam hadn’t been his best friend, he’d been his brother. Not by blood, but by choice. Unfortunately, the mission had gone wrong. First, their third companion had stepped on a mine. Blown into pieces in front of their eyes. He still recalled the blood splattering on his face, the ringing in his ears. Ben had screamed, couldn’t recall what he said though. Everything that happened in the minutes to come were like a blurry memory, nothing more. They ran. Each step sending burning chills up their legs as they fought their way through the sand, away from blazing guns fired at them. He recalled screaming at Sam, trying to find him as the desert revealed its ugliest parts. A sandstorm separated them, that was the last thing he ever saw of him. No reports at the HQ. No body found. Yet, Ben was sure that Sam had died. Felt like part of him had been torn out of his flesh, leaving nothing but an emptiness for the loss of a brother.

        Just aim and shoot. It was that simple for most of the people that carried a firearm with them nowadays, as if it was nothing but a toy. Point, shoot and end a life. The truth is, it is that easy but when you’ve been doing it most of your life it will eventually start to have an affect on you. For Samuel it started slowly. He couldn’t concentrate unless he was holding a gun. He was restless and angry and eventually he couldn’t fall asleep. Not that he was looking forward to the nightmares that haunted his mind whenever he closed his eyes. He knew he should probably have nightmares about the flesh eating monsters but really the only thing that haunted him was that day but in his dream he actually found his body. It was always the same memory but with the different ending. He hadn’t found the body. No, he lost him.

        ‘You need to keep your head in the game, just point and shoot’ The sun had set long time ago and he knew perfectly well that he should be in bed. To try to get at least some kind of rest before he’d have to go out again in the morning, but he couldn’t. Instead he was laying on the ground, doing the only thing that seemed to be able to clear his mind.

                                  Slow your heart rate, breath out and... Fire 

        The shot echoed all around him as he pulled the trigger of his old SR-25 rifle. A rifle he’s been keeping by his side since the moment he realized the world was changing into something horrible. It was the only thing he’d kept from his former life and it was still the only thing that mattered to him. The bullet went straight through the target, that had been conveniently placed few hundreds meter away from him. Of course he knew the target must belong to someone else but he assumed it belonged to one of the morons that pretended to know everything about guns. So he didn’t feel particularly guilty about it.

        He fired another shot and all of his worries and sickening thoughts vanished with the bullet as it sheered through the air and hit it’s target. He was finally relaxed, so relaxed that he almost didn’t notice the rustling sound behind him, ALMOST. Of course his first guess was that one of the biters had been making the noise but he quickly dismissed the idea, because if a biter was here he would have been able to hear the groans and smell the rotten flesh miles away. No, it was another living person. Someone who might not have any interest in having a peaceful talk. Samuel slowly and carefully let his hand slide down his leg, where he kept his pistol but right before he was able to take a hold of it he was pulled up by two strong arms.

          This entire situation seemed all too familiar. Back then he used to have Ben as his spotter and he’d take care of the threats around him. But here he was, by himself and he’s probably going to have to fight the man that seemed to be more like a giant then anything else. Samuel was a good fighter, even if he had never been the best one in his team. He used to practice sometimes way longer then the other guys did, just to be as good as they were. Well that was long time ago, now he was good, really good even  but the stranger was strong and... Familiar? It seemed as if he’d done this multiple times before with this man, even the way he threw him on the ground seemed familiar. 

         He was pinned down on the ground, barely even ably to breath, yet as he was trying for the second time to reach for his gun, the only thing that was running through his mind was how they’ve had to have done this before, maybe even more then once.

       Then he saw it. He saw his face and he recognized him right away. “No... No this can’t be” He wanted to fight him and shoot this STRANGER, because there was no way in hell that he was there with him. He died far away from this hell in a different kind of hell. This had to be his brain messing with him once again. The last time it had happened he was sure he’d seen him walking among other people on the street of Scottsdale, before the outbreak. He’d been more then sure that it was him, he even ran after him screaming his name, because it had to be him

                                         But it wasn’t because he was dead

      Samuel pushed him off, and as quickly as the weight of the other man was off his body, he sat up straight and pulled up his gun and aimed at his head. “What the fuck is going on?? Who the hell are you and if you’re gonna say that you’re him then I swear to god I will put a bullet in your head” No he wouldn’t, he would never be able to do that. Not even if this was a stranger that looked exactly like his old friend. 

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&&.billiehvang:

Billie let a sharp breath out, smiling as nostalgia hit her. Who would’ve known that she would feel like that the the mention of beer? Goddamn beer. “I could go for a cold one right about now.” There was a certain sadness, a bittersweet tone, lacing her words as she spoke. It was funny, in a sad way, that the thing she found herself craving at that moment was something that, a month before, she could’ve gotten at any store. Now? Not even the simplest thing could be found and that was… depressing to think about. “We could start our own moonshine business. Take it all for ourselves and a few selected people, it’s not a bad plan.” Billie joked, although she could really go for something as strong as that. Crossing her arms, shifting her weight to one leg, the girl shook her head at Sam’s words, letting out a short and almost inaudible chuckle; it was as if allowing herself to laugh was a big sin, in a world riddle with things ten times worse. “People I worked with.” Billie began, speaking with a matter-of-factly tone attached to her words. “And back at home, though I’m guessing those guys were biased.” And she was talking solely about her brothers; her father would never, in a million years, say something positive to her, give her a pat on the back and say how proud he was. She guessed Sam was well aware of that, even if that hadn’t openly talked about it, so there was no need for her to specify. It would be a waste of precious breath.

         The mention of the cold beer opened the floodgates of all the things he missed, that had been nothing but a mundane items that you’d be able to get in the nearest store. Like for example a bag of chips and of course he can’t forget ice cream. Samuel’s mouth watered at the sheer thought of the ice cream he always got the first day he’d be back home. He missed those little seemingly unimportant things. Things that he’d probably never be able to have the pleasure of tasting ever again. “Tell me about it. I swear to god, I never thought I would miss those little things in life. Like coffee in the mornings and cars. Oh cars, I miss them a lot” He told her with a bitter laughter. Yes he did miss a lot of things. He actually missed everything from his old life but he wasn’t one that usually complained about it. This was the new world and if he and others were going to survive in it. They were going to have to let go of the past and learn to live with what they had. That was what he tried to tell himself at least but often during the nights he allowed himself to dream about the impossible things. “Moonshine business?? It wouldn’t actually be a bad plan at all. We could trade it and eventually we’d have this smooth business” It wasn’t actually a bad idea, if they’d ever be able to find both time and the items they would need to be able to do this this kind of thing. But it was nice. “people at work? Yes tell me another lie”  He told her with a bright smile but the minute she mentioned the guys his smile slowly faded away. “Nah those idiots don’t count as well. You could have blabbered something and they’d worship your every single word” 

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&&.billiehvang:

So much had happened to people around her. People got experimented on, some lived and some didn’t, though she couldn’t imagine someone would survive as a whole after such an experience. Despite everything, however, and for once in a long while, Billie actually let out a small laugh. The familiarity that surrounded Sam made her feel less like the world was heavy on her shoulders. Just like Sebastian had; maybe that’s why they got along so well. There wasn’t a day where she didn’t miss her brothers and how good they made her feel. Even with an asshole for a father, they made her feel part of the family instead of being the one that tore it apart. Marcus and Sebastian had been a blessing and they had been taken away from her, both of them. And now Rebecca, too. At least she had Sam and Ethan and God, she wished she would always have them. “You probably spent most of your time ignoring them, Sam, don’t even deny it.” Billie liked where the conversation was now; although there was an ambiguity to every word that told each other, laced with unspoken memories of someone they had in common and both loved, at least they weren’t talking about the inevitability of death. Billie shook her head, a faux scoff escaping her with a smile on her lips. “Guess you’ll never know how my pep talks are now, since you made fun of them. I see that as a very sad existence, y’know? I’ve been told my pep talks are amazing.” A lie, since she could barely hold a conversation without messing up somehow, especially with people she didn’t know enough about. 

        “ALRIGHT, I had other things on my mind then those dumb ass speeches. Important things, like killing some bad guys and imagining the cold beer that waited for me back at home” He couldn’t help but genuinely laugh at that. Because it was true. When he was deployed he always used to say to his spotter how much they deserved an ice cold beer and some proper food, after laying in the desert for days, waiting for their targets. He’d even found himself saying the same thing after the outbreak. Even when he knew perfectly well that cold beer was the last thing he’d be able to get. It was actually the second most impossible thing to get right now. It was of course right after proper sleep. “Uhu...” Samuel shifted from one foot to the other as she explained to him how much he was missing. He was barely able to hold onto her words, because no matter how light their conversation was heading he couldn’t help but think how similar they were, or had been. He’d never noticed it before and now it was all he could think about. How she spoke, how she acted, how she smiled. He didn’t see her, he saw him and it drove him mad. “Oh is that right?? Who exactly told you that they´re amazing? Because I’m pretty sure they’re gonna have to get their ears checked”

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&&.old-vet-quint:

Quint listened carefully, his brow furrowing. Until the other mentioned the mission. That was enough to spark his memory. Quint remembered it cearly, the loud pops of gun fire, the taste of dust in his mouth…the yelling of his superior for breaking rank and running after the fallen soldier. The older man grunted softly, rubbing his bearded chin. “Ya know…I got my ass chewed out for savin ya stupid ass.” Quint replied, a smile flashing pearly whites at the other as he chuckled. “Was suppose to be in and out; shadows is what our commanding officer told us to be.”

        “Yeah I was nothin’ but a stupid rookie back then" He spoke with an ease, relieved that the other man recognized him, even after all those years. The day of this mission had always stayed with him, not because he got wounded or almost left for the enemies to capture him, but because it showed him that sometimes to be a good soldier and a good man he’d have to go against his superiors orders. “Well I’m glad that you saved my stupid ass, but I think you have nothing to worry about anymore. I’ve learned a thing or two since then so I’m pretty sure I can stay out of trouble”

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&&.billiehvang:

Billie gulped, biting her bottom lip at his words. Sam was right, she knew that much. Nodding her head and crossing her arms over her chest, the brunette avoiding any eye contact. “No, it’s fine. I’ll be fine.” Would she? Everything was so fucked up at that moment, she didn’t know how to help anyone. Hopeless, helpless – someone that wouldn’t make her father proud. Her voice was different as she spoke, however. It was as if her tone had changed, along with her mind. A one hundred and eighty degree turn that would most likely be alarming. “I’m fine.” The most used lie in her life, she came to realize. Both a lie she told herself and those around her. After all, soldiers don’t feel – they react. And that’s what she needed to do now. She needed to react and leave emotions for later; and Billie would be postponing that date for as long as she could. Completely erasing the person she had been seconds before, the brunette seemingly took on a different way of facing things – only if it was just a facade Sam could very well see beyond, Billie was a stubborn woman. One with a fear of her own feelings. “Has anyone ever told you that you are the worst person at pep talks? Or any comforting speech, really.” The girl said, her tone light and playful. God, she missed Sebastian so much. Looking at Sam only reminded her of all the moments they shared together, of how much Bash loved the man in front of her like a brother. “Because you are.”

        “Alright, alright. I might not be the best at pep talks. Probably because I was usually the one listening to them or well ignoring them” Samuel explained to her, but not daring to mention who had normally been the one to give the guys pep talks in the past. It was hard enough for himself to remember the days when Sebastian would stand before them sometimes with a grave look on his features but most of  the times he was smiling and laughing which often resulted in everyone cracking up. That’s one thing Sam was always going to remember about him. No matter what was going on around them Bash would always lighten the situation with the brightest smile or the most contagious laughter he’d ever heard. The guild he’d been trying to bury deep down started to slowly resurface. He knew better then to think that he could have done anything to save him, but still... He was supposed to be there for him. He’d always been there. No, he could’t think about this. He could grieve his friend when he was on his own, but not here, not now. “And you think you’re any better with pep talks?? I would absolutely LOVE to hear your pep talk!! It’s probably something like: ‘oh this isn’t going to be easy and I’m pretty sure that you, and you and you are going to die’ That’s your pep talk” His voice was seemingly light but the truth was he had to focus on each word he spoke so he would break down. 

                                      He was gone, he was really gone. 

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&&.billiehvang:

A short, sharp breath escaped her nostrils when she heard Sam’s words. Was it okay to not know how she felt? Not knowing that led to irrational actions, angry behavior and impulsive words – that was the theory that Billie knew she should be remembering like it was some code to end the world. But it was so hard to be in touch with her feelings and emotions when she knew that once that faucet was open, it was impossible to turn off. What would happen then? Would she just become completely numb, live in autopilot in a world where it was already hard to find a reason to keep going? Those were things that Billie didn’t want to think about, she refused to – sometimes though, it was hard to ignore them. “Feels like not knowing how I feel is just the last ingredient in a recipe for disaster.  One where I’ll probably and unfortunately outlive everyone I care about.” Although those words were spoken in a casual manner, they held a weight that threatened to crush the former Navy SEAL like she was a ladybug in the wrong place at the wrong time. Billie spoke quickly and changed subjects just as quick, though they weren’t exactly different when it came to their nature. “Burying them seems like a damn good way to do things, Sam. Especially now. I can’t afford to take a day off to deal with my messed up mind. Everybody’s got it. It’s no reason for me to slow down.” Those words escaped her like they had been rehearsed, a mantra she repeated to herself to make her feelings seem less important than they actually were; the less important they seemed, the less she’d feel guilty about not dealing with them. Maybe it was a fucked up logic, but it worked so far. Although Billie let a soft chuckle out her nostrils, shaking her head at Sam’s attempt to lighten the mood, even if in the slightest, the girl couldn’t help but think about how she would deal with losing someone else she cared about, outliving yet someone that should’ve taken her place. Her mother, Marcus, Sebastian, Rebecca… and the list still didn’t feel finished. “Yeah, we do. But for how long?”

        Outlive everyone she cares about. That same thought had often haunted his mind during the late nights when he couldn’t quite get over the things he’s seen and done in his life. He would lay awake thinking about the people he hadn’t been able to save and the ones who he’d put down. No, he never regret pulling the trigger, not before the outbreak nor after it. But during the endless nights he would regret the whole thing. If he would have done what his parents had wanted him to do he wouldn’t have ever had to watch his people die and he probably would have been the first one to die in this forsaken apocalypse and he wouldn’t have to survive to watch the people around him die.  These thoughts were destructive and he knew they would eat you up until there’s nothing left but the guilt of being alive. “I don’t know what to tell you darling. We’re not supposed to take time for ourselves and we definitely don’t have the luxury of a break.  But if you won’t stop for a moment to progress everything that happened to you and the people around you, you’ll burn down and then you’re not going to be much help for anyone. You’ve gotta have your head in the game.” It might sound quite harsh but it’s what he’s been telling himself and his buddies since he first notice the affect the horrors had on people. “I don’t know?? Maybe a day or a year, who knows? But we’re gonna have to enjoy every single second of it” He told her trying to lighten up the mood between them. “Honestly Billie, we might die at any second but we can’t think too much about it or else we’ll go mad” 

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&6.drewsepholsen:

“S – Sorry! Sorry…” Drew had both arms wrapped around his middle, tight, as if forming a barrier between himself and the person he nearly bumped into. “I just, uhm, I ran outta water and… I can just go back to the room, if I’m– fuck, sorry,” His cracked lips formed a tight line, painful, and he refused to meet the other’s gaze fully, save for a few cautious glances to gauge their reaction.

      Samuel glanced down at the stranger that reminded him more of a wounded animal then a person. He couldn’t help but pity the man for being the victim of this hell. “Hey, it’s alright. It’s alright” He assured him. “I actually have some water I was saving, you can have it” He told him before pulling out of his bad a reused bottle full of water. “This isn’t much, but it’s something” 

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&&.billiehvang:

Billie’s mind grew heavy when she heard Samuel’s question – how was she? God, she didn’t even know how she was doing. Was she postponing the inevitable break down or was she just so used to loss that it was just a constant state for her to feel… numb? Billie was torn up inside and even avoided looking up at the sky knowing that Sebastian wasn’t there to do the same with her. He wasn’t there. Marcus wasn’t there. Rebecca wasn’t there. Ethan was. And Sam. And she couldn’t lie to Sam, not when Billie knew that if someone could help her it would be him – but it was still hard to even think about it, let alone talk about it without breaking down in tears. “I don’t know.” Billie finally answered, shrugging her shoulders and clearing her throat. “I don’t know.” She then repeated, shaking her head and looking down at her worn up boots. Closing her eyes, Billie took in a deep breath and began scratching her left wrist with her right hand; it was something she did to make her brain think of the pain of scratching too deeply instead of having it focus on the thoughts that roamed her mind. Billie still had the evident wounds from the last time she resorted to that habit of hers. She didn’t even realize she did it. “I’m alive, Marcus isn’t. Bash isn’t. Rebecca isn’t. My dad probably isn’t either.” Not knowing was killing her. “So I guess I’m fine.” That was what she made herself think. It helped. It had to. The guilt of surviving began eating at her at a young age and it only got worse with the end of the world as they knew it. Billie shook her head, just wanting to change the subject and regretting letting those words out the moment they escaped her lips. She didn’t want Sam to worry. Looking at him, Billie gave him a small and sad smile. God, she needed those words – she didn’t even realize it. “Saying ‘I’m not going anywhere’ just jinxed it, y’know?” Billie tried to lighten up her own mood. “I know I can count on you, I know.” The girl said, her voice more serious now. “Just like you can count on me.”

         Samuel had seen men suffer more then he’d believed was humanly possible. He’d seen strong men break down crying or wake up screaming, terrified of the monsters haunting their minds. He’d seen men shot and tortured. So he had seen pain physical and mental. He’d seen the pain and suffering replying before his eyes throughout the years so he foolishly wanted to believe that he would be able to tell if anyone around him was suffering. Telling if anyone was in pain in a world full of suffering seemed to be a pointless and a tiring task but as he stood there with Billie, seeing her suffer right before his eyes he understood why he wanted to be able to tell if anyone was hurting. He wanted to know, to be able to ease their pain. Right now, all he wanted to do was to pull her into his embrace. He wanted to hold her and promise her how everything would be alright.  But what help would that be?? Not a single person who was left standing would end up alright. “It’s alright to have no fuckin' idea how you feel.” Samuel drew in a long breath before swallowing down the lump in his throat. “I have no idea how I feel either, I guess I haven’t for the longest time, maybe even before this hell” His brows drew slowly together before directing his gaze towards the girl. “You know you don’t need to fool me or yourself. If you’ll bury these feelings down they’ll eventually all come boiling back to the surface” That was rich coming from someone who has been constantly avoiding his feelings for YEARS. “Alright, alright I might have jinxed it  BUT  I will try my best to break away from the spell of the jinx” The corner of his mouth quirked up, but if quickly faded away, yet again. “I know... At least we still got each other. “

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&&.old-vet-quint:

“There is a difference between wantin and thinkin.” Quint grumbled out, gently pulling the reins so the horse stopped. The man rested against he horn of the western saddle, looking at the other. He didn’t bat an eye behind those darkly tinted aviators, the man’s breath steaming out of his nose as he watched the other from behind his gun. Quint cocked his head slightly, smirking gently. “Ya thinkin so hard bout pullin that trigger I can hear ya mind racin.” Quint mused, showing no fear as he looked at the other. He recognized the face, but then again Quint knew a lot of people. He met a lot of good men and women serving, and even in retirement he made some acquaintances. But he couldn’t seem to jog his memory on the other’s face. “Do I know ya?”

        Was he conflicting in his mind whether he was going to shoot him or not?? Not really. He had no intention in shooting him unless he would be giving a reason to do it. And once he’d have the reason he wouldn’t hesitate when he’d have to pull the trigger. He never hesitated and he was never nervous when he was out on a mission... Yes he was back home  but his mind has never quite calmed down. Maybe it was normal in a way because this was nothing more then just another war zone. “We’ve met before” He called out, slowly lowering his gun, yet never taking his finger off the trigger. “It was a long time ago, I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t remember me” He raised his chin to get a better look at the older man. “It was twelve or thirteen years ago. It was my first solo mission as a sniper, it was dangerous but nothing that I couldn’t handle so I made the shot and everything was going great until I was on my way back. I didn’t even know what happened until was on the ground bleeding and panicking because I knew what was going to happen. They would come for me but then there you were, you saved my life” He put his gun down to proof to him that he was not a threat. “I haven’t seen you since then, but when I saw you I remembered you” 

[izkim]

[samuelbxnavich-blog]

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The moment those words left her mouth, Billie wanted to fall on her knees and just give up – the pain was overwhelming, at least whenever she thought of it or brought it up, and she wasn’t ready to deal with it. All she needed was Bash’s hand in hers, telling her that everything would be fine. It’s what he would always do whenever their father pretended to only have two boys as children. He had always been there for her and, when it mattered, she had failed him; she hadn’t been strong enough. And, even a month after it, Billie still found herself wishing she hadn’t outlived yet someone else she cared about. How was that fair? “He came to help me.” Billie began saying, focusing on her own voice just so she wouldn’t break. “I was out helping people at the wreckage. After the earthquake.” It was hard for her to say complete and complex sentences; it was as if the air from her lungs was just getting sucked out with every word. Hopefully, what she had said had been enough to tell Sam of when Sebastian had died. “The building wasn’t done falling. I got a few scratches,” a lie – she had gotten impaled on her side by a small metal stick, gotten a few bruises, cuts and, she was sure, a broken bone somewhere; those were nothing compared to what Sebastian went through, however. “and Bash… Well, he didn’t get so lucky.” Billie told Sam, not even knowing if she answered his question how he wanted. All she could remember was seeing dust and her brother’s arm under a big rock. God, she wished he had been dead in that moment – no one deserved that pain. 

         He had been crushed, he was crushed to death. The pain, the agony he must have felt during his last breath shattered Samuel’s heart as if it was nothing more then just a fragile piece of glass. He’d seen his friends- his BROTHERS suffer & die far away from home and their families but this, THIS was something else. This had been Sebastian, he didn’t deserve to suffer, not like this. He wanted to scream and shout until the aching emptiness that was building up in his chest would numb down but he couldn’t, not when Billie was there. He had to be strong for her, he had to be there for her. He had to keep the promise he’d made one night when neither of the two men could sleep. He’d promised Bash that he’d always be there for the girl if something happened to him and in return Sebastian had promised him that if he’d die he’d go to his family to tell them how sorry he’d been for breaking their heart. It was a foolish promise, especially now but he had to keep it. He had to be there for her since Bash couldn’t. “And you? How are you doing?” His voice was tired, exhausted. He was used to people dying and he was used to ending lives but right now he was sick and  tired of it. He wanted all of this to stop. “You know before all of this fuckin’ mess I told you that if you’d ever need anything I’d be there for you?? It hasn’t changed. If you need anything I’ll be there for you. I’m always gonna be there, I’m not going anywhere” 

[samuelbxnavich-blog]

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Sound. People always forgot how important it was in a place like this. Where ambient noise was heightened now that there was no more cars, no more honks of their horns and no more yells and no more barks….just utter silence. Quint knew the sound. He loved it infact. As of now the only sound was the clip-clopping of the horse he was riding as they walked down the road, weaving lazily through the stalled and abandoned cars. The veteran heard some movement to his right, but instead of doing anything, just continued walking the horse. The beast heard it too, one ear swiveling towards the sound. “If ya gonna shoot me, do it.” Quint called out simply, his voice gravely and rough with age.

     Samuel remembered this street very well, before the outbreak. He remembered how it used to bloom with life but now there was nothing here. Nothing but death and destruction and of course the man with the horse. Samuel knew him, he knew him before the rotters began to roam the earth in search for a living flesh. He knew him before the end but he didn’t know him anymore. He couldn’t be sure whether he would greet him like an old friend of if he’d simply try to put a bullet between his eyes. He could risk it and walk up to him but he’d rather stay in the shadow and watch him. So that’s what he did, he watched his every move through his scope with his aim where it would do the most damage. He’d been in this position for only god knows how long, it could have been seconds or even hours but finally he had enough. He had to face him. That’s when he stood up from his hideout, his gun still aimed in his direction. “If I wanted to shoot you. you’d already be dead. You know that” 

[samuelbxnavich-blog]

&&.billiehvang:

Billie didn’t want to trust her own eyes. Almost everything leading up to that moment made her want to believe that everyone she cared about was either dead or stupid enough to remain by her side –ultimately, resulting in their demise. A small smile appeared on her lips when she heard Sam’s voice again; God, it felt so good to hear another familiar voice, to get a little bit of her old life back, even if it sounded insane to think that. “Alright wouldn’t be the word I’d use but – but I’m alive, at least, y’know?” Billie spoke, biting her lip and crossing her arms over her chest; of course, she was merely downplaying every single emotion she refused to deal with. “You seem fine, though. Are you fine?” The brunette asked, letting her eyes scan him to see if there was any obvious injuries. Her voice was light and gentle – that was until she heard his next words and her expression and stance changed in a blink of an eye. The simple mention of Bash was sometimes enough to make her lose any hope (at least momentarily) and feel like there was something on her chest, pressing on her ribs and making her unable to breathe. But she didn’t show any of it; instead she cleared her throat of the lump that had formed. “He – hum,” Billie began, looking around and trying to find a way to tell him about Bash’s fate without finding herself wanting to take his place. “He’s gone, Sam, he – Bash didn’t make it.”

       He couldn’t believe it. No he wouldn’t believe it. Sebastian couldn’t be dead, he had to be out there somewhere lost and alone, needing someone to guide him back to his family. He might be lost but he couldn’t be dead. No, Samuel couldn’t accept that. ‘he didn’t make it’ Her words played on repeat in his mind and slowly they began to sink in, leaving him cold and empty. How many times had Samuel had his eye on Bash’s back to make sure nothing would ever harm him so he would be able to come back to his sister?? He had always been there to protect him but where the fuck had he been when this happened? He should have been there, he should have been ready to help him. “I-I don’t...” The words got caught in his throat as he tried to speak, but honestly what could he say to her?  He could say that Bash loved her, that he would want her to move on with her life and be happy. He could say how much he cared for him but Billie knew how much he cared, he had always been like a brother to him. They had fought by each other’s side and when they’d be home they’d be there for one another. “How did it happen?” His voice was as soft as a whisper. “Did he suffer?”

[samuelbxnavich-blog]

&&.billiehvang:

Billie hated being proven wrong when all she wanted was to be right. And in situations that involved life and death, that was especially true – and when it involved people that she cared, then it became even more important to her. It had become clear, in the light of recent events, that the rotting walkers and biters weren’t the only things she ought to be worried about; and in a world where those things were trying to kill everyone, Billie thought humanity would become smarter – not sadistic towards one another. Now, she had lost someone else – Siena had saved her and Billie owed her her life. Yet again someone else she cared about that she outlived. It was unfair. Minding her own business, trying to keep to herself just so she wouldn’t be unnecessarily rude to someone that probably didn’t deserve it, Billie didn’t want to talk to anyone, see anyone; at least that was her plan until she heard a familiar voice call out to her. Turning around, her expression was both shocked and relieved; all she wanted to do was go and hug Sam but her body froze in place. “Sam? What –” Eyebrows furrowed, lips parted and unable to speak, Billie just stared at him for a few moments before she spoke again. “You really here?” She had to ask; she had to make sure her mind was playing any sick, twisted trick on her.

        How long had it been since he had last seen Sebastian’s baby sister?? It seemed to be years ago. He’d seen her the summer before his last deployment. He’d showed up uninvited to their house after his latest failed attempt to go back home. He remembered how pathetic he’d felt that day but both Bash and Billie had welcomed him with open arms like they always did. All this time after the outbreak he knew he should have believed they were dead, but as always he was hopeful or maybe even naive. He would never be able to accept that the siblings would be able to die. Not them, he’d always said that they’re tougher then death and he was right. They were fine. “Yes!!  Yes I’m really here. God- You’re alright.” The corner of his lips quirked up before he moved even closer to her to pull her into his embrace but not before taking a proper look at her. She seemed to be doing alright, she wasn’t bleeding or wounded so perhaps she was doing great. “I’m telling you that I knew it!! I knew if anyone would be able to survive this shit it would be you and Bash” Once he mentioned his friends name his eyes began to wander around the place, trying to locate him. “Where is he?” 

[samuelbxnavich-blog]

@billiehvang

        This world, this mad and disgusting world seemed to be full of surprises, only few days ago Samuel believed that all he should have to worry about were the rotten corpses roaming the street, looking for anyone to join them but now he was starting to understand that no matter if the world was ending around them, people would still find a way to be cruel to one another. He was disgusted by the horrors of what had been taking place and all he wanted to do right now was to get the fuck out of here, he wanted to go into the woods to hunt and be alone. That was exactly what he was going to do until he saw her. He recognized her right away, well he would always recognize her. “Billie?” His voice was full of relief, they were okay. She and Bash were okay.