endure & survive

when i run through the deep dark forest long after this begun; where the sun would set, trees were dead and the r i v e r s were none. and i hope for a TRACE to lead me back h o m e from this place, but there was no sound, there was only me and my disgrace. // ellie williams of the last of us.

[steadfastsurvivor]

( jvstsurvivesomehow )

“the undead?” she asked, raising her brows. “maybe i read you wrong?”

“undead, like uh — is that a name for clickers?” the confusion is wildly blinding. “i dunno, man. nobody calls them ‘walkers’ or ‘undead’. i mean, if it helps, i think i traveled back in time. i’m from the future, or whatever. i think. what year is it?”

[steadfastsurvivor]

( ninelivcsremember )

“I’ve heard of a zombie,” now. She’d never heard of the term before winding up here. Honestly, she thought it was a stupid name for walkers. Those thing she spoke of though, they sounded nothing like walkers. Clearly they were from different worlds. If this girl was anything like Carol was when she wound up here, the next bit of news wouldn’t be easy to swallow. “There’s no clickers here. No.. ‘runners’ or ‘bloaters’. No ‘zombies’.” Still a ridiculous name. “You’re not in your world anymore.”

“alright, then. a clicker could be compared to a zombie, i guess. i mean, i dunno what zombies really are, but my friend says they’re pretty much the same except, y’know, clickers aren’t dead people.” now they’re getting somewhere. maybe this lady will understand what ellie’s talking about, and that little bit of hope pulls a sigh of relief from the petite girl’s chapped lips. unfortunately, the hope fades as the woman begins to speak again. “uh, okay.” she doesn’t know what else to say. “what do you mean, ‘my world’?” yep, she’s off her rocker, ellie thinks with a suppressed giggle. she bites her bottom lip to hide it.

[steadfastsurvivor]

( jvstsurvivesomehow )

enid wasn’t sure she know what the woman was talking about, but she hoped it was at least similar to what she was dealing with. at least that would be someone else from her world. someone else who understood, rather than telling her ‘they wouldn’t hurt her’, as if they actually could hurt her even if they wanted to. “assumed it was like a walker.” she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

for once, ellie’s the confused one in the conversation. she furrows her brows. “walker? the hell’s a walker?” maybe her initial guess was correct, and people have started calling clickers by a new name. ‘walkers’ sounds weird though. they don’t really walk; they run.

[steadfastsurvivor]

( cissa-iv-black )

“Alright. So you need to kill them to try to avoid it spreading further, right? It must be a change coming here then. I’m a time traveller too, as I’m supposed to be in the 1970s, in London. It’s strange but I’ll have to live with it. Nice to meet you. I’m Narcissa, but call me Cissa. I was named after the flower, not the Greek god. I’ve always had way too nosy people asking so I feel the need to make it clear before any questions.”

“mhm. except they’re like... really fucking hard to kill. no knife, no gun --- you’re screwed. they bite and you’re done. once they bite you, you eventually turn into a clicker.” eyes widen at her next statement. “whoa, dude, 1970s?! that’s so cool. and in london? i don’t know much about london; i mean i barely know anything about america because what i’m used to isn’t close to what america once was. or is, right now. i’m pretty sure i went back in time. do you have any idea how this happened?" ellie's eyebrows furrow with the question. "cool name, cissa. i dunno jack shit about greek gods so you’re safe from me asking that kinda stuff. flowers are nice, though.”

[steadfastsurvivor]

( cissa-iv-black )

“I’m interested in knowing what they are. I like learning new stuff. Apparently we’re in Seattle, last I heard. I’ve only been here for a day myself. What about you?” Cissa felt somewhat disorientated but having someone who looked close to her age made her feel more at ease. She felt uncomfortable being alone in a new place, as even though she felt more comfortable being alone, this place was too unfamiliar to make her feel too comfortable. 

“well, they’re almost like ‘zombies’, but they aren’t dead. i dunno what kind of stuff you know about, but that’s the only thing i know from the pre-outbreak world that i can compare them to. they’re people whose brains have been taken over by fungus. they can’t control themselves at all, so they’re pretty stupid. they just kinda run and click, and try to bite whatever they can because that’s how they make more clickers. they see using echolocation. runners are a step down, they’re like pre-clickers, but they can see. and bloaters, uh. let’s not go that far.” ellie stops, the word ‘seattle’ bouncing around in her thoughts. seattle, washington. "seattle, huh? i dunno how i got here, but i have a gut feeling that i’m a time traveler now. it’s been about a day for me too, i think. what’s your name? mine’s ellie.”

[steadfastsurvivor]

( kingcfolympus )

“a clicker?” he repeats, amusement clear in his voice. if such thing existed, surely he of all deities would have heard of it.  a laughter escapes zeus’ lips and the god shakes his head. “i don’t think there are any clickers here.”

his laughter irks her. what the fuck is he laughing at? “’kay dude, whatever you say. you won’t be laughing when you’ve got one biting the shit out of your fucking neck.”

[steadfastsurvivor]

( jvstsurvivesomehow )

enid didn’t know what a ‘clicker’ was, but after having lived four or so years of apocalypse, she’d learned that a lot of people had different names for walkers. she wondered if maybe this girl was from her world. “why can’t you?” she finally asked, though she had nodded an ‘okay’.

ellie tugs at the zipper of her bag until it’s closed before she pulls it over her shoulders. her eyes meet with the other girl’s, one hand reaching over to itch the back of her neck. “i can’t find my damn switchblade. that’s pretty much the only way you can kill ‘em if you don’t have a gun, and i sure as hell can’t find that either, so i’m useless. i have a little bit of ammo for a revolver, though.” she pauses, suddenly realizing that this is the first person who HASN’T asked what a clicker is. hazel eyes gleam with hope. “you know what a clicker is?”

[steadfastsurvivor]

( workwork-eliza )

“A clicker, what is that?”

ellie sighs, rolling her eyes at the question. a small tongue pokes through chapped lips before the words come out. “good question. maybe you’d be better off not knowing? i mean, they’re pretty freaky, especially if you’ve never seen one before.”

[steadfastsurvivor]

( hannahbcker )

“as in a REMOTE CONTROL ??” confusion dancing across her features, unsure as to what the other was talking about. killing. it echoes in her mind like yelling into an empty, dark cave. “i’d love to ‘kill’ the remote control— i don’t think it’ll help, though !!” 

“remote control? you mean like those dumb things with the buttons that people used for TVs before the outbreak? if that’s what you mean, then hell no. they’re worse. nobody knows what i’m talking about, so maybe i’m just crazy and had a bad dream for the first 17 years of my life or something. or i’m a time traveler --- i like that idea better.”

[steadfastsurvivor]

( dwarvesandarrows )

He looks around.  “All I see is people running around trying to go about their lives.  And people at a park…and people eating.  I don’t hear anyone clicking or anything…I mean if you count the drunk but he’s not clicking.”  

ellie looks around with him, her bottom lip falling victim to the bite of her teeth. “i mean, yeah, but...” her words trail off and she looks up at the strange man. “what even is this place?”

[steadfastsurvivor]

( cissa-iv-black )

Cissa still felt very confused. She kept expecting that what she presumed was a wrong Time Turner would reset, or all of this would just be a bad dream. She kept on pinching the skin of her arm in desperation, turning her arm red. This place, which was apparently Seattle was majorly unnerving her, and she was very panicked. She spun on her heel to face the speaker. “Clicker? What’s that? And why do I have to kill it? Can’t you show me how if such a thing truly exists?”

there’s that infamous question again — ‘what’s a clicker?’ it seems like nobody knows about the one thing that threatens their lives everyday. ellie can’t help but think she’s just gone back in time ( or better yet, she’s simply dreaming ), to a place where clickers don’t exist yet. the girl before her appears as small as ellie herself, establishing an unspoken hint of comfort. “it’s probably best that you don’t know. i mean, if you’re really interested, i can tell you all about ‘em, but i’m gonna need to know one thing first. where are we?”

[steadfastsurvivor]

( ninelivcsremember )

When the girl turned on Carol, her hand automatically moved to rest on the hilt of her blade. It was an instinctual move, one that rarely amounted to anything. Just a way to keep herself armed in case someone did turn on her. “Clicker?” Carol repeated, frowning. Instantly Carol’s mind went to Walkers, but she quickly brushed it off. With the amount of supernatural beings she’d met here, it could be anything. “What on Earth is a clicker?” 

ellie notices the movement, and she admits that she feels s l i g h t l y threatened at first, but she doesn’t act out. she stands firmly in place, pulling her backpack straps over each shoulder. “the things that have a giant mushroom for a head. they see using echolocation, they make clicking sounds, and they’re always trying to bite the shit outta you? you know, like a runner but they can’t see. a bloater, but human-size. ever heard of a zombie? they’re like that, but they’re not dead. you really don’t know?” all ellie knows about zombies is that people used to make movies about them before the infection hit, as joel has explained a few times. she thinks zombies would be much more preferable to clickers.

[steadfastsurvivor]

( dwarvesandarrows )

“Well excuse me but Middle Earth never had any of these clickers.”  He can’t help but show a little bit of anger in his voice.  He hates when people call him stupid and belittle him.  

“the fuck’s middle earth? this is earth.” she can sense the anger in his voice, but shows no concern for it. she’s pissed off a lot of people to know that the hint of anger in one’s voice is the smallest threat of all to her well-being. “listen man, don’t go off on me just because you don’t know what a clicker is. i mean, c’mon, they’re everywhere."

[steadfastsurvivor]

( astriidellison )

Astrid’s quiet for a solid second, trying to piece the information together. She doesn’t know what a clicker is. And when the genius didn’t know what something was—it was either fake or too complex for her. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean by a CLICKER.” The blonde crossed her arms over her chest. “And I’d rather not kill anything. I’m far from a violent person.”

“how does the word clicker not ring a bell? am i missing something; do they have a new name? they’re those things that see using echolocation, and they have fungus for a head. trust me, once you realize what i’m talking about, you’ll remember how badly you wish you could kill them.”

[steadfastsurvivor]

( dwarvesandarrows )

“A clicker?  What’s that?”  

“how stupid are you? i’m asking honestly. they’re everywhere, dude, if you haven’t seen ‘em then i envy you.” jesus, it’s like she’s gone back in time to before the infection struck or something. crazy.

[steadfastsurvivor]

( babytheiimpala )

the impala stretched a bit, feeling the joints of her brand new body crack. she blinked a few times, taking in her surroundings from a brand new perspective. the buildings looked a lot taller from here.  “ the hell’s a clicker ? ” baby cocked her head to the side, a crease forming between her brows. not too shabby for a car. 

did this person REALLY just ask what a clicker is? “uh, y’know, those fuckers whose brains have been eaten by mushrooms? rattle your brain, lady; if you don’t know what a clicker is, then you should consider not sleeping under a rock for more than 17 years at a time. you’ve missed a lot.” she says 17 because that’s her age, and as far as ellie knows, the infection has been around A LOT longer than she’s been alive.

[steadfastsurvivor]

ellie doesn’t take well to unfamiliar surroundings or people. because of this, she is overly hostile and a bit scared ( well, maybe more than just ‘a bit’ ). she’s been awake for, say, five minutes and already she’s rummaging through her backpack in search of her switchblade, but to no avail. it’s gone. she grunts and rises to her feet, turning to face the nearest stranger. “okay, if a fucking clicker jumps out of nowhere, you can kill it.”