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the walking dead season 5 starters

We should never have put up the signs.

What the hell did we think was gonna happen?

We brought them here.

We were trying to do something good. We were being human beings.

There's a compound bow and a machete with a red handle. That's what I'm gonna use to kill you.

I don't have any friends. I mean, I know people. They're just assholes I stay alive with. I don't have any friends.

It's funny how you don't even notice the time go by.

Horrible shit just stacks up day after day. You get used to it.

I haven't gotten used to it.

The signs they were real. It was a sanctuary. People came and took this place.

I sure as hell can't take a dead one down with sharp buttons and hella confidence.

I have no weapons of any kind. The word of God is the only protection I need.

I'm a sinner. I sin almost every day. But those sins, I confess them to God, not strangers.

Good news is you're not dead yet.

If it makes you feel any better, you taste much better than we thought you would.

I've been bitten, you stupid pricks! I'm tainted meat!

Nightmares end. They shouldn't end who you are. And that is just this dead man's opinion.

Sorry I was an asshole.

I guess it's easy to make a deal with the devil when you're not the one paying the price.

Welcome to the human race, asshole.

You said we get to start over.

Why don't you say what's really on your mind?

I don't think we get to save people anymore.

I don't know if I believe in God anymore or heaven, but if I'm going to hell, I'm making damn sure I'm holding it off as long as I can.

Your eyes were open, but you didn't want to see. Even though I made you see it. I showed you. But did you adapt? Did you change? No

You told me you'd earn your keep.

You had no idea what you were talking about, did you?

Plan just got dicked!

We tell ourselves that we are the walking dead.

People out there are always looking for an angle. Looking to play on your weakness. They measure you by what they can take from you. By how they can use you to live.

You know, everyone's been through it somehow. Everyone.

You can never tell anyone, especially your mom. Because if you do one morning you'll wake up and you won't be in your bed.

No one will come to help because no one will hear you.

The monsters will come.

You ever heard about the broken window theory? Boils down to this-- you keep the windows intact, you keep society intact.

So you’re aware, I’m on record as stating that I should not be here. You well know that I’m not combat ready or even for that matter combat inclined.

God, you're really that much of a coward?

Your way is gonna destroy this place. It's gonna get people killed. It's already gotten people killed. And I'm not gonna stand by and just let it happen. If you don't fight, you die.

I don't want to lie anymore.

Oh, sunshine, you don't get both.

I could kill you right now.

You're a small, weak nothing. And with the world how it is, you're even weaker.

Play your cards right, maybe you don't have to die. And I want my dish back clean when you're done.

#starter things! //#long post;;#I apologize for the length //

balancingpcint:

“If you want me to fucking listen to you, then you better start making fucking sense now.”

“Please... Listen to me friend, you are not safe in your current location. I'll explain everything soon. Get to Sanctuary and I can give you further assistance. I’m here to help you.”

#SHRUGS AND THROWS THIS OUT INTO THE DISTANCE #balancingpcint #vaas' eridium horde is being targeted #I HOPE THIS IS ALRIGHT

shewhomuses

I know you’re just pretending There’s no [ｗｉｎｄｏｗ] for mistakes I know you see right through me There’s no ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ left to break

#weeps so hard //#my angel muse is stRONG //

hypelios:

—— seraphsystem .

He’s way past being just short of breath as he runs through the metal halls of Helios; air rushing through his lungs but all it does is burn, the stitch in his side making it even harder to breathe as he leans against a hidden corner. His head thumps numbly against the cool wall as he holds his ribs and wishes he’d gotten to the gym a little more before all this. But he’s come too far already– sacrificed too much. He’s too close to stop now.

Having the communications system in Helios down is a bigger pain in the ass than he’s willing to admit, and it means he doesn’t have his Guardian Angel to guide his way. Even though the Vault Hunters he’s hired are working hard to shut down the jamming signal on Elpis, Jack can’t wait any longer. The Lost Legion are dogging him at every turn, and he’s getting really tired of laser burns on his favorite pair of pants.

If he could just get a strong enough signal to the satellite orbiting Pandora— he could re-establish contact with his eyes and ears and get this Lost Legion Problem dealt with.

He has a plan. If he can redirect communications from the commerce grid he could probably stretch it just far enough to catch the satellite and link it to his Echo. It’ll be a schlep, but he’s jerry rigged far more complicated crap in the past. ( I mean, just look at Clap-Trap. )

He takes a few deep breathes, psyching himself up to run through another road block of soldiers. As handy as he is with his lasers, he doesn’t think the one verses an entire army odds are really in his favor. Once he’s recuperated, he shoves himself off the wall like a rubber band snapping, using the speed of someone who’s not in layers of heavy armor to his advantage and bolting through geometrical bushes and benches down the pathways towards where he knows the commerce section is. They spot him, but the lasers are the only thing that can keep up with him. A couple graze him, and he hits the wall at the end of a hall hard, cursing and limping his way into a ventilation shaft that should bring him right where he needs to be. The streaks of blood he leaves behind should concern him more, but he ignores them, focusing solely on his plan.

The main communications room is blissfully empty– Zarpedon probably doesn’t think anyone would try and use a signal that only stretches far enough to radio incoming ships to the cargo bay, but that’s where she’s mistaken. Jack kicks open the terminal panel, gingerly sitting on his heels to pull at wires and redirect things where he needs them to go. He finally looks over his wounds as it synchronizes and hisses between his teeth. They’re probably going to scar. He’s really wishing he’d bought more med-hypos. The screen fizzles to life and Jack reaches for the com button, fingers slippery with his own blood. He tries to not let his voice shake, he doesn’t want her to worry about a couple flesh wounds.

“Angel? You there, baby?”

That voice.

It flutters through her communicator laced with static but still audible. It's a God sent at this point. How long had it been? At least 4 frantic hours of searching the net for a signal long lost, for anything signifying his status. Angel wasn't used to being kept in the dark and even countless nights of yearning for her third eye to shut, the blackout was no "wish granted".

As she focuses on the blip of activity shimmering in Helios' systems she can't help but feel relief. Even the smallest trickle of light seems like a beacon in the void. A void she thought would always bring peace but instead left her body feeling hollowed and scattered. With a jolt of electricity running through eridium slicked veins she finds the flurry of information hard to sift. Concentration took more energy than she was used to but his voice always snapped her into attentiveness.

Theres a brief moment where her lips move to form an exasperated question, beckoning him with a title that longer existed. Dad? She stops herself, masking a childish panic with a calmed tone. "Yes, sir. I'm tracing your location currently but the rest of Helios is dark-" He already probably knew that. "Jack If you can access the other terminals I'll be able to siphon enough energy back into the systems to help you regain some control. There are several Lost Legion soldiers attempting to flank you...." It was all she could do, for now.

"I'll be your eyes... Please be careful."

#hypelios #queue angel internally panicking //#wEEPS Angels gonna be his guardian //#all the metaphors //