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inaposite‌:

sidney hall, a man ( hopefully ) only halfway through his life, was a stupid fuck. one who preferred not being told what to do, and when warned, often times did what he wasn’t supposed to. just because. it was his greatest downfall, that and his fear of elbows. “ why? ” he questions, glancing where the young man had come from. despite being a coward, sid was obnoxiously dumb. “ somethin’ down there you want for yourself? ”

riley wasn’t exactly desperate here, he didn’t quite care which direction the other chose to take, but a fair warning was out in the air. it was the least he could do, and by god, he’d done it. “ little hoards scattered throughout the forest. “ a short elaboration, but it spoke for itself. riley was barely a match for the one he got through, let alone the rest of them. and if they merged, well then they’re all screwed.

#&&. sidney #&&. interactions

emersonmonroe‌:

“duh,” she replied, almost a little insulted that anyone had to ask if it was her. she was much more memorable than that. it took her a minute to remember that she had , infact, met him before, though that could have been the blood. “nice to see you again, riley,” emerson added, her tone a bit more biting than she intended it to be.

her eyes grew slightly wide at the words, her heart began racing a bit faster than before. she’d done a damn good job avoiding hoards so far. “well, shit,” she finally said, her words filled a slight panic. “okay,” she continued, “yeah, definitely gotta go. but where?”

while the company wasn’t ideal, the girl had saved him once. if she hadn’t put out the fire in time, saved his skin from melting, he’d just be another rotter roaming around the dead earth. so, tolerance was given. that, and she wasn’t the most annoying survivor he’d come across here.

only a nod was given in response, a quick flicker of the eyes back to the forest behind them, then his focus is on the open stretch of land. “ head that way, make it to shelter to wait them out. “ it was a shotty plan, one with holes at every angle, but it was all he had. and they had to think fast.

#&&. emerson #&&. interactions

msplacedsrvor‌:

His eyebrows shoot up fast enough that they could have disappeared below his hairline, had this been a cartoon and not something that seems to be evolving into a life-or-death situation. Where a soldier’s natural instinct and response would be lifting and aiming their gun, Thomas’s natural instinct to this situation is to approach and treat.

Only problem with that was that with the appearance of the Corpse Riders, distrust had begun to grow faster than the vegetation had after humanity had no longer been able to mow it down every chance they got.

“Are you okay?” The sound he’d made hadn’t sounded like a yes should follow that question, but Thomas has learnt one thing the hard way during these past four years: people didn’t like being approached before, they sure don’t like it now. And there’s enough blood on the other’s figure that he should either be dead or wasn’t exaggerating when it came to what he’d just told him. He lifts his hands, palms out, a showcasing of no ill intentions he hopes the other will see the as such. “I’m a nurse – a medic. I’m from one of the camps nearby, I’ve treated people before. If you’re hurt, I can help.”

riley didn’t care much for strangers, they often showed no mercy and he did the same. either that or total ignorance of each other was the way to go. but some how, some way, he always found himself in these situations. his instinct told him to keep walking and ignore the guy until he gave up, but the corpse riders were nearing closer and he knew the damage they were capable of.

“ i’ll be fine. got bandages, water. “ it was as much as he was willing to explain, and he showed it. a stone-cold face and a bloodied jaw, he started moving away from the clearing.

“ just exhausted. try going through a hoard alone and say you wouldn’t feel the same. “ he sighed softly, pulling his pack tighter on his shoulder as he tried to lead the other in a safer direction.

#&&. thomas #&&. interactions

flystrue

rpmemesfam‌:

some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )

goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.

secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.

nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.

push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.

embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.

bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.

drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.

bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.

slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.

gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.

scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.

sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.

stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.

sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.

trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.

love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.

piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.

jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.

dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.

carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.

lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.

shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.

wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.

fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.

arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.

hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.

gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.

betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.

nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.

karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.

laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.

murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.

wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.

#i'd love to do some of these ! they might come out slow but it'll be good for threads #this is for both my characters !#ill reblog on jonah too

bittersglory‌:

she’s sure her heart almost POUNDED straight out of her chest when she heard him , the male voice breaking through her haze of panic as she tries to figure out a plan —- where to go , what to do —- her self - made camp consisting of a kombi van and some plants was the furthest from SAFE that she could get from them. in fact , she’s heading in the direction of camp serotonin when she comes across another , and for that brief moment she almost thought she was as good as DEAD. ❛ god ! you scared the frick outta’ me. ❜ a trembling hand flutters above her chest , inhaling & exhaling breaths to try and steady herself.

❛ is it the infected or . . . the corpse riders? ❜ she doesn’t know which answer would be more preferable. ; but indiana knows better than anyone that the LIVING have taken their slice of flesh too , that the undead weren’t the only threat left walking nowadays. green hues trail from the path behind him to his features , splattered with fresh crimson , and the concern that overrides the fear is relieving , for a moment at least. ❛ hey , is that your blood ? are you hurt ? ❜

a soft breath heaved from his lips, the soft taste of oxygen fresh on his tongue. he’d been running for half an hour, maybe more. all from them. it wasn’t huge, not that one, but the others... he wasn’t sure.

“ infected. little hoards... think it’s a sign. “ riley knew what was heading their way, he’d ran across the corpse riders once before, only last year. off on his own, he ventured north in hopes of supplies and slower hoards, but he ran into terror instead. watching from the sidelines as they slaughtered survivors in every town they touched, riley headed back south to stay out of their way. but shit never went his way.

“ no. “ a simple answer for such a complex situation. “ they’re heading this way. you need to turn around. “

#&&. indiana #&&. interactions

msplacedsrvor‌:

Lost again. By far the worst habit he could keep when a shitty world was getting even shittier. He’d never had the easiest time crossing the forest settled between the camps; most of the time he was so lost in his own thoughts that he’d forget to find any landmarks. But he’d always make it, in some instinctual way or another, so that he’d never bothered to worry about it.

But now he should worry, he should worry a lot, about the unfamiliarity of his surroundings, and the growing ringing in his ears. Losing himself to his own defence mechanisms, hiding so far back in his mind that looking at the world felt like watching a film from a first-person point of view, it’s not something he can’t afford to keep doing. And yet, it seems like he’s more likely to now than a mere few days ago.

He almost walks into the man - man-boy, really - and startles so badly that he forgets to breathe. Then his gaze settles on the blood he seems covered in and he starts to frown, the intensity of panic keeping most of the edge from it. And with panic came the distance. “Alright.” It’s stupid, to just agree, but what else was he supposed to do? He barely knows what’s up and down anymore. “Are you okay? Do you… Were you bitten…?” And another worrisome thought, that causes him to take a step back and away from the figure.

riley was out of it, his body weak from exhaustion, his mind running wild in every direction. thoughts were crossed and words were non-existent, but he managed to pull himself through. he always did. a soldier never went down without a fight --- he always fights, he just hasn’t gone down. not yet.

the other seems to get it, their attention now facing far away from the woods. but then, questions came and his fried mind couldn’t handle it. a soft groan falls from his lips --- but nothing was hurt, the blood wasn’t his. well, it might have been. but most of it wasn’t his. he knew that much.

“ not bitten. cut their heads off before they get too close. “ his eyes narrowed at the other. if he’d been bit, he’d have shot himself right then and there. between the eyes.

#suicide tw #&&. thomas

emersonmonroe‌:

her eyes grew wide for a second before they narrowed in suspicion and more than a bit of curiosity. things had clearly gone even more to shit in their world than they had previously, emerson knew that. but she refused to act like it.

“why?” she asked, though her question probably made her seem more stupid than cautious. of course there were things she was afraid of out here, especially with william still mia, but confidence was something you couldn’t buy anymore. “what’s that way?” she gestured blindly around her.

he knew what it looked like, he could feel the blood drying on his skin, but it was no time for a shower. it was only then that he realized he’s met this one before. brows furrow and riley cocks his head. “ emerson ? “

her questions brings him back to the situation, eyes flickering behind him before they lock back on the girl before him. he hesitates for a moment --- he knew he shouldn’t have been heading north, he heard the broadcast, but he’s met them on the road once before. “ it’s hoards. i made it through one... but we have to go. now. “

#&&. emerson #&&. interactions

run. it’s all riley could think as he heard ailton’s warning call through the static of his old walkie talkie. he’d rigged it as an all-signal receiver, never a call out. legs pumped and pumped, carrying him right to a hoard of rotters. he didn’t get them all, but he fought his way through.

blood splattered red across pale skin, a stern look in his eyes as he came across another. he didn’t usually warn others, but they were alone. he barely made it out himself.

“ don’t go that way. “

#toxinstart #this is post plot drop !!#blood tw

harpmeiger‌:

“Oh how lovely, he still speaks,” she said after sometime went by before switching her position to what previously was a blindspot. If it were up to her, she would have left him for being such a prick. Not that she couldn’t be an ass herself at times, one would think with a bunch of idiots firing nonstop in the woods like morons, that what seemed like the two most intelligent individuals in the space would band together. It was like pulling teeth with this one and she couldn’t wait to finally get away. After what felt like fifteen more minutes pass by, she finally put her gun away. “I’m going now. Where you from anyways or are you riding this out solo?” Harper most certainly hadn’t seen her in their camp and she honestly couldn’t see him meshing well inside any camp to be honest. “You can at least get that head patched up and leave with fresh water,” she suggested.

his lack of speech seemed to be a common topic around other survivors, most could talk your head off, but it was more common than not to find someone to tortured by the world that they’d rather not speak at all. someone had pulled him from those depths, and they’re lucky he spoke any. “ don’t seem to be heading our way. “ riley noted as the time passed, no sign of life showing from their view. she mentioned leaving, and he stood, a soft nod showing her way. “ alone, keeping it that way. “

#&&. harper #&&. interactions

cleo-king‌:

Cleo didn’t have time to get back up before she turned around to see a guy and a gun pointed at her. Oh, fuck. Too often she found herself in a situation like this, but this was different. Half the time, Cleo walked into circumstances– he’d caught her. She felt like she was gonna die this time, and though she spoke evenly, sounding harsher than she meant to overcompensate, her eyes were already starting to water. “I think a dude with a gun is a pretty good reason to run.” Cleo was on her knees. No sudden movements, but she slowly wiped the debris off her hands and rubbed her eyes. “I’m a medic for the Saints. I don’t have anything.” Her voice trailed off as she thought of something else that could probably get her to live a little longer. “But I can help you. Heal you. Whatever. You can’t be out here without needing something patched up.” Cleo watched him intently, hoping he’d lower the gun. “You can shoot me after.”

curiosity lied beneath the darkness in his eyes, the child in him peaking through and gazing upon his captured prey. those eyes filled with wonder and adventure, waiting to scope out the next challenge. but he held that back, gun gripped tighter and gaze harder. his eyes flickered between her and his scope, it was only when eyes flicker back once more, taking and extra glance, that those features started becoming familiar. “ looks like you ran before you saw anything. flight over fight, huh ? “ his banter had evolved over the years, rising to this moment, where he can actually show his wit in a come back. if he wasn’t in s o l d i e r mode, he might’ve high-fived himself for that one. “ don’t need anything. your group ? out here raiding rogues ? or are you spreading the gospel of the saints ? “

#&&. cleo #&&. interactions

task 001 - the moment everything changed

#toxintask

survivcrsgvilt‌:

gone. they’re never just gone. at least from his own experience while roaming this vast wasteland that was once a functioning society. the hostiles roamed in packs, tracking their prey and picking them off in violent confrontations. it was best he didn’t stick around this too area for long, they were bound to come back— they usually did. “alright…” hand reaches to the bat kept securely against his pack, fingers brushing the cool metal. if this kid was a good shot, there was no way he was going to move fast enough to get the drop on him.

“take it easy, kid. if i wanted you dead, we wouldn’t be in this little stand off right now.” he raises himself up off the grass. “I don’t know about you but I kinda want to get the fuck outta here in case these friends of yours come back— or worse.”

riley knew others didn’t like the lack of information riley gave, he always kept it vague, enough to save his own ass and make sure no trail is left. he’d fumbled on that a few times, letting his guard down, but it rarely ended well. solo survivors were cast out, and it made it hard to trust. that had all died with the first infected. riley glanced around, and it seemed safer than where he’d previously been, less hostility. the man seemed a threat, but not in the moment. he almost had him.

the man reaches for his gun, and riley hovers the trigger of his gun. they both knew how this would end. one wrong move and only one survives. it was kind of odd, sometimes, when you knew you’ve got the advantage entirely. it held a power, one riley didn’t enjoy. but survival beats emotions every time.

“ could’ve killed me when i walked up. “ the man noted, a soft wince on his face but his expression stays solid --- cold, steel face. “ then let’s go. “

#&&. henry #&&. interactions

cleoraja

@silcntrilcy

Travel sucked. Or namely, walking did. Cleo never really did much of it before, and she still did her best now not to do it too much. It tended to wear her out more than it did anyone else, so it really sucked when they did need her to get to one camp to another. The group she was with was kind enough to do all the heavy lifting and carry the supplies back to the Saints, but they weren’t kind enough to let her take another break to catch her breath. An argument ensued and they forged ahead, not turning around to see her flip them off as she sat. As scared as she was to be alone, Cleo’s spite and tiredness really won out here. It’d been a good couple minutes and Cleo couldn’t see them anymore. Her legs were still worn, but she could breathe alright. The quiet of nature unsettled her– she really did fucking hate silence. Effectively wigged out, she was already gearing to continue the trek when a shuffling in the thick shrubbery caught her ear. Not a second wasted in case of a fucking rotter or cannibal or whatever horror movie shit lurked out, Cleo scrambled for as much distance as she could, expertly navigating herself into a downward tumble and swears.

silcntrilcy-blog

riley was never one to announce his presence, always finding a way to be silent in his movements. it was the years of training, ontop of the years of bootcamp, mix the apocalypse into it, he was a true golden soldier, surrounded by the fight he’d prepared for his whole life.

he’d caught the rumble of human voices, not riddle by the groan of the undead, and he hadn’t decided if they happened to be a threat. stalking was a word of choice, but riley followed them through the trail, skill leading him in soft spots, but he hit a snag when one sat down, letting her group leave her behind. he couldn’t catch a face, but he could hear the heavy breathing, root out a sense of anger inside. he waited until the group made it far enough, that any sound might not hit their ears. then, he moved through.

gun raised and eye set through a scope, riley peaked through, but the target was gone, off into the distance and he was blown, but she could warn the others. feet moved quick, rounding the curve just in time to see the girl trip over herself, crashing to the ground. he sped up, stopping quickly and keeping his distance. but his aim was lined up to her head.

“ who are you, why did you run ? “

#&&. cleo #&&. interactions

hermnic‌:

“Uh, maybe so, but, it’s…” the shaking in his voice still hasn’t ceased, the sound of it causing him to stop mid-sentence and grimace. Oh, how he hated to wear his heart on his sleeves, along with worries and fears and wishes. He wonders if he’d have survived better if he’d learnt, at one point or another, during the past four years of getting to see another day out of dumb luck or the best of a bad decision alone, to become a cold and stoic survivor like the man before him probably was.

At least, that’s what he gathered from the easiness with which he holds that gun, practised, and with just the kind of familiarity that makes Nicolas wonder whether remembering he had a gun too, untouched for a whole year now, would have done him any good had the other deemed him an actual threat. “Bleeding means it’s bleeding…! A lot! If I might add, listen, I have-” he reaches behind himself, in a moment of carelessness, forgetting just how dangerous the object in the other’s hands was, especially considering how expertly he was wielding it. “I think I have– I got some bandages, just a roll, but, maybe it’s enough to, to y’know, help with that.”

eyes focus to remain on the other, speculation flooding vision --- this survivor didn’t seem much like a survivor at all. riley had come across many, each different with their own form of crazy or rage, it suited each of them. one more glance, and riley seemed to realize. this suited him, too. brows knit as they listen to the man, one quirking with curiosity. quickly, he winced, the adrenaline that was once numbing the pain now gone.

“ yeah, yeah, bleeding, whatever. “ the ringing grew louder, riley moving to sit down. it might’ve been the blood loss, or possibly the deliria setting in, but riley asked a question. a full blown question. still hard with cold eyes, he turned to the main.

“ you haven’t raised a weapon at me once... why is that ? “ he hears the mention of bandages, and he’s tempted, but his focus is still on the answer. what survivor wasn’t wary of other survivors ? fearful, he was, but he made no move to defend himself, only verbal reactions.

he shakes his head towards the man, denying any help. it was stupid, but it was a lesson to be taught. don’t trust others.

#&&. nicolas #&&. interactions #im so sorry about him hes terrible

harpmeiger‌:

“Clearly you got in their way and now they’re firing at anything that isn’t them!” she said pissed off. She had to leave a good chunk of items behind because bullets were flying everywhere. Before they know it they could be attracting a mass amount of infected and other problems. That’s the one thing Harper hated about the world today, especially rogues. It was all about them but at the end of the day they were all they had. She couldn’t just complain, so she got down and looked around to see if she could spot the assholes who ruined her hunt before pulling out her handgun. “I’m Harper. It’s nice to meet you to no name.”

confusion ran wild and riley couldn’t put two and two together --- none of this made sense. but one thing he was sure of, there were threats lurking in the woods. threats ran red in his eyes like wildfire, setting off alarms and moving gears like no tomorrow. “ i don’t know what you’re talking about. “ brows knitted, but soon enough, his company was beside him, lining up her own aim and introducing herself. god, what had the apocalypse done to people. he merely quirked a brow, silently going back to his own aim, hoping to spot movement within the trees. a moment passes before he decided to speak. “ riley . “

#&&. harper #&&. interactions

manuelposadas‌:

With the initial shock wearing off, Manuel took the time to assess the other’s condition. If this was their own blood then they were certainly in need of medical attention. “We could stand here and stare at each other for another five minutes,” he said, “or we could get you some help. Up to you, really, but I’d suggest getting those wounds checked out before you pass out. My guess is that you’re running on adrenaline. Right?”

riley couldn’t hide the fatigue, the pale face, the crimson that trailed down the side of his face. he was in bad condition, and even he couldn’t fight this one out. he needed medicine, food, anything to help him get on his way, but he’d be damned if he asked for anyone’s help. “ don’t need help. “ the words were bitten out between shaky breaths, a flutter of his eyes. the other just kept talking, and riley didn’t know what to say. he could only drop his gun, gripping onto the useless truck before his knees had a chance to buckle under him. it was close.

#&&. manuel #&&. interactions

tarrcntino‌:

pointed look warned him ! cold , but eyes that warmed as her mind threatened a smile on stoic expression . one day , she’ll find herself patching a gun shot wound she caused , or treating a bruise the back of her pistol created . but that was a part of their strange relationship , wasn’t it ? elbow jabbed into his side as she passed him , making quick way of the pocket zipper . ❛ any luck on your side , with the herbs ? ❜

one day , he’s truly going to catch her by surprise , a little less hesitant in her movements , a little less care in her touch . hell , he wouldn’t be surprised if he died by her hands , but he’d be smiling in hell . he knew that for sure . she goes for his pocket , and he turned sparks into flames , the grill beginning to warm . “ i found a bit of yellowroot , some motherwort , not much . “ a shrug falls on shoulders and he glances back over . “ find any weapons ? “

#&&. italia #&&. interactions

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