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               ❝ You’ve been really quiet. What are you thinking about? ❞

@apocmade​ gets a surprise starter !

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( TEXT — TROY) — How’s Lila? Not giving you any trouble I hope?? ( TEXT — TROY) — I definitely owe you for keeping an eye on her today. Again.

@apocmade​ gets a thing !

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Send 🔫 for my muse to be shot in front of yours // @apocmade

               ANNA HAD NEVER BEEN SHOT BEFORE. She had been shot at by other people. Sometimes they were shots fired from those who were scared that their own lives were about to be ripped away so they shot on instinct instead of taking the time to learn that she meant no harm to them. Sometimes they were shots fired from assholes who knew perfectly what they were doing. Sometimes shots just rang out in fights and you had to feel lucky your body didn’t catch led. This time was different though. She’d imagined scenarios in which she might have been shot before and how it must have felt. She thought that maybe it was this searing pain as a hot bullet tore right through tight flesh and either went right out the other side or embedded itself into soft tissue and muscle.

               Now she knew exactly how it felt. Anna managed to outrun the gun, running as fast as she could to get back to Troy at their assigned meeting spot. She weaved around the abandoned cars in these desolate town that had been picked clean of supplies, it seemed, until she couldn’t outrun him anymore. The shot rang out in this silent town. One bullet hit one of the cars next to her, hearing the shattering of glass that had her flinching hard. Then the next bullet was silent as it hit her from behind. The sheer force of it had her body lunging forward, crying out from the pain and shock of it all as her body hit the asphalt hard. The only reason she didn’t just lay there in agony but move to temporary safety in front of the car was from the adrenaline pumping through her body.

               Another shot rang out and it had been her instinct to try and duck down as far as she could despite already being splattered on the ground as it was. There was a masculine cry before she heard someone fall, heard the sound of the gun skid against the road, and the scuffle of heavy boots coming in her direction. Anna dared a peek past the hood of the car, immediately noticing the predator on the ground dead and her boyfriend running toward her with a panicked look on his face. In all of the mess, she hadn’t even seen him when she had been shot and went flying to the ground. She was about ready to fight this man all on her own. She just needed a moment to steady herself and cock her gun. Troy had taken care of it all.

               Relief swept through her knowing she wasn’t in any immediate danger anymore and it gave her the free chance to look at the bullet wound and see how bad it actually was. The rush of adrenaline helped numb it all out at first. It was only a shot to the shoulder, the man pretty much “clipping her wing” but not doing anything that would be life-threatening. She had to feel lucky enough about that, right?  ❝ I’m fine, ❞  she was sure to tell Troy as soon as he turned the corner of the car and knelt down beside her.  ❝ It’s just a shoulder wound. ❞  Troy was already delicately moving the fabric of her shirt to the side to see just how bad the wound was and letting her know that it had been a through-in-through. Good, so now having to yank out the bullet where more damage could have occurred. Anna let out a groan and clamped her hand over her shoulder, blood coating her hand immediately.  ❝ God, I want to be a smart ass right now and say something like, you know…I could have handled this on my own and still met you at the meeting spot. ❞  Her eyes peeked up at him, doing her best to convey humor through the pain. In other words, she was still herself through the pain and definitely going to live.

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send me a 👌for my muse to drunkenly confess something // @apocmade

               In general, Anna was an energetic person who could get a little flirtatious sometimes because she just wanted to get underneath someone’s skin. You throw some alcohol into the mix and she ended up becoming an amplified version of that. She became this silly mess of herself who ended up blushing at the simplest compliments. She could hardly sit still as she was too bubbly with excitement and just wanted to whatever. The bottle of whiskey that she and Troy were sharing didn’t have that effect on her this time around. Instead of bouncing off of the walls with excitement, she was more somber than she wanted to be. Granted, a few cute comments had been exchanged between the couple, but that changed too quickly. Anna was gripping the neck of the bottle tightly, her brown eyes staring into the fire for the longest time. She hated being left to her own thoughts because it led to her thinking about things she didn’t want to think about, and she always circled back to the one thing she thought about most.

               ❝ I miss my dad. ❞  It was announced in a quiet voice, the heat of the flames causing her to blink hard enough that tears were forming in the corners of her eyes. Yeah, it was the fire that brought that on. Troy knew about August because he had been weaved into the story of what had happened to her months ago when the world flipped on them. He knew that the father-daughter duo had been betrayed by people they considered allies. August had been left for dead, his body never really found though that gave her no certaintity about him being alive or not. Then Anna had been carved up and left for dead, too. That’s all Anna had ever spoke of him. Hadn’t they both lost people that meant something to them? Why bring it up as if it was special.

               Her mouth ran dry before she spoke again.  ❝ I think he’s dead. ❞  She grew silent for another moment, the bottle of whiskey being twisted around in her hand without her thinking about it. Anna hated admitting that it was possible that her dad was dead, not wanting to believe that someone as strong and intelligent as August Wolf could be dead. Not her idol, not her own father.  ❝ He’s dead, isn’t he? ❞  She isn’t asking Troy, maybe she’s not even asking herself. Maybe she just needed to face it out loud. She reached up then to wipe the tear away from her cheek. Maybe it was the wrong night for whiskey.