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Aftermath || archerxdaryl

    She’d managed to get everyone to the safety of a small abandoned house. Everyone in the Kingdom - except Ezekiel who’d told her she could lead... she hated herself for having let him close those gates on her... but there was nothing she could do - she needed to help everyone else... the needs of the many and all that jazz.      They were running low on... just about everything... she needed to go and look for food, water, something to keep them going. Of course, she would also scout out the other safe zones. Someone had to be okay. Somewhere her friends were alive and well. Safe. Or at least she hoped they were...     Finding herself in a little-abandoned street with a couple shops she started her search. This wasn’t the first time she’d been alone in a dangerous environment. Knife at the ready she walked around the bare shops. Picking up anything she thought was useful, which was not much. A crunch outside made her whirl around and crouch behind one of the shelves. If it was a walker she’d be okay... if it was a savior... that would be another story... 

[survivorgillies]

liz x daryl - pilot

@archerxdaryl

November 8th. It was a dejected day. Not only the weather was noisy, but the females mood to. It had been a while since she’d felt this bad. Her body was totally bruised. Scratches all over her body, her ankle was swollen and pounding. Liz truly believed that an end would come soon. Not the ending of the apolalypse, but the ending of her life. She couldn’t last much longer in this hell hole. There was no food, water, protection. She was all alone, and that was taken its toll. Limping through the woods, the brunette was close to crushing down on into the soil, next to all the trees beside her. It was done. There was no reason to fight no more. Why didnt she just give up? Was it ever going to get better? Liz let herself slid down a tree, closing her eyes as she took a few deep breaths. She tried to open her eyes again, but they felt so heavy. Exhaustion was kicking in, because of no water, food, sleep and any energy. She was close to death, and not only because she was out of food and water, but also because she was slowly getting surrounded by a small group of zombies.

[reigningwiidow]

@archerxdaryl

The sweater is pulled tighter over her body. The oncoming winter was taking it’s toll on everyone. The nights got colder each passing day, and usable shelters were few and far between. Not to mention they were running low on supplies. A breath passes chapped lips, a small cloud of fog disappearing into the air. He was out there, again, keeping watch as they all slept inside the shack. It wasn’t fair to him, and if she knew how to protect herself and others, she’d gladly take over for him. But she doesn’t know how, all she can do is offer him company. Or at the very least, a jacket.

“You’ll catch your death out here.” The words come out soft, as she grips the jacket in her hands. “At least trying to stay warm?” Holding out the thin winter jacket, she waits for him to take it. “Please?”