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greeters;
“I suggest you go elsewhere. This house has already been claimed— by me."
He hates living like this. Being hostile and defensive against every single person he comes upon. Sure, he kept to himself when he was growing up, but he never tried to push anyone away. But that’s how the world is now, that’s how everyone else acts. And it’s kept him alive. For now.
She had hardly even taken her first cautious step through the threshold, and already there was a gun in her face. Even now, with the danger so imminant, her feet locked beneath her- a habit she was desperately trying to shake in this new world of theirs.
"I'm sorry," The young girl murmured, silver-rimmed eyes locked on the barrel of his weapon. "I-I was just searching."
You don’t know how hard I fought to survive, Waking up alone when I was left to die You don’t know about this life I’ve lived, All these roads I’ve walked All these tears I’ve bled.
[ ☀ ] open.
Green eyes, so bright in their swell of temporary hope, glanced over the small pile of goodies.
They were all small, snack-sized junk food items, but they looked delicious. Sloane, even in all her reserve, murmured a little ‘fuck it’ to herself as she quickly stuffed the treats into her pack. Beggars certainly couldn’t be choosers, and the entirety of the populations was certainly in no position to choose.
Soft footfalls made their way back to a supply truck; she had gotten lucky. It held all of the necessities she had gathered, and it’s bulk made for good defense against hordes.
The young lady opened up the back of her vehicle and jumped inside, quitely settling into her little bed where she could keep watch while she ate a single back of Doritos.
She had missed this.
[ ◭ ] milton.
Silver eyes focused on the figure moving through the brush from afar, the low-hanging twigs obscuring her haven from view. It was obvious he wasn't one of the rotters- he looked mostly intact, too.
Even so, that did not keep her hand from sliding down her waste, thumbing the tie that secured her gun. She would wait it out.
[ ⊽ ] andrea.
It had been a scarce existence, living off the scraps that others survivors had overlooked, trailing groups in hopes of leftover goods. Never once did Sloane intend violence or force; only to take what she needed and leave.
She had become a thief, it was true, but only out of necessity.
Her fortune as not up today, it seemed. There was a box of cereal in the house- half-eaten and covered in mouse droppings. There were two cans of pineapple juice, which she had quickly stuffed into her bag, but no food. Even now, as she cautiously exited to ransacked kitchen, she could hear their groans from above.
The blonde peeked from behind the door; observant, silver eyes catching note of every little detail outside of the temporary safe haven. There were deadies upstairs- she could hear them, and she had to get out soon.
With the bag slung over her back, the nimble girl dashed quietly to the safety of shadows below a great oak in the yard. Knife was drawn, metal pressed against her palm as her legs carried her carefully towards her a large truck, painted nearly to blackness in the deadies' blood.
It was no prize, but it held what remained of her belongings.
Quick wit, however, forced her into the nearby bushes- there was a figure there, inspecting her stuff. Blast it! She had hid it well!
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a l o n e;;
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[ ♬ ] hello!
Send me a ” ♬ ” and I will put my ipod on shuffle. The song that plays will be our song
"March of the Dogs by Sum 41
March of the dogs to a beat of disillusion Sworn under God, breeding panic and confusion The white flag is down, send in the clowns The carnival of sins is now about to begin Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! A-one, two, three, four And now the president’s dead Because they blew off his head No more neck to be red Guess to heaven he fled Was it something he said Or because of who’s in his bed By whom will we be led? From whose hand will we be fed? All the lies by the lying liars who said We’ll be fine, It’s OK, Hey look mom no head!
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