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@ghostofaformerself​

     The Apocalypse made that nobody slept soundly, and Dina was not exempt from this. The slightest sound could wake her up, and that was probably what had happened now. She sat up straight on the mattress she had shoved in the build-in wardrobe she had discovered in the hallway. One of the doors leading outside had a busted lock, so she hadn’t just wanted to sleep where she would be easily found and it had been late when she had come upon the little cottage, leaving her no time to fix something up so nobody would be able to get in.

     She felt around her on the mattress for her gun. If there was more than one person, it wouldn’t do her much good, as she only had two bullets left, but at least she would be able to put one in her own brain in case it was a horde of walkers. It seemed unlikely though, it sounded like there were only one pair of feet prowling the house.

     She slowly got to her feet, peering through the shutters in the closet door, watching as what seemed to be a woman, was making her way through the living room toward her. The woman also seemed to be on her guard, which was smart. You never knew what you’d find in a new building.

     In this case, it was Dina she was going to find.

     The blonde, slowly pushed open the door, trying to keep it from creaking, and aimed her gun at the other woman. “You… Are trespassing.”

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@bcrnblue​

     Ever since zombies began to be a thing, Dina had heard and seen her fair share of weird things. But today marked a day where she saw something weird that was also new. From a distance, she had seen movement, and had hidden in the bushes next to the road, drawing her gun and waiting for whatever it was that she had seen to come closer.

     What had wandered nearer to the blonde was something she did not think possible and she had to rub het eyes to make sure she was actually seeing what she was seeing.

     She straightened up, the barrel of the gun aimed at the dirt at the other girl’s feet. “What in fuck’s name…” she muttered, tilting her head to the side as she looked the other up and down. “Is that,” she motioned at the girl’s face with her gun. “contagious?”

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@betaofthedead​

     It wasn’t often that the bar she worked at, had live music playing, but the moment it had been announced that it was happening, she’d known the small space would be packed back to front with people. And she had been right. That Saturday evening, long before the artist had arrived, the bar was so full of people, they had to refuse people at the door. It seemed like everyone within a fifty mile radius had made their way to the dinky bar.

     And if Dina hadn’t called last round half an hour before, it might still have been just as crowded ours after the music had stopped. Luckily, people had listened, and had slowly started to filter out again, leaving only a handful of drunks and people passed out on tables. And those people usually didn’t pose much of a problem. Save for that very night of course…

     “Get your fucking hands off of me,” she spat, slapping the hand of one particularly stubborn patron away. “I don’t think I gave you permission to touch my ass, did I?”

     “Aw c’mon sexy, jus’lemme…” He tried again, going for her chest this time.

     “Nah, I’m not gonna ‘let you’...” She retorted, grabbing hold of the groping hand closing in on her, pushing him around and twisting his arm onto his back. “I think I told you no,” she hissed into his ear, starting to march him towards the door. “And you’re not coming back, you hear me?”

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@betaofthedead​

     At first, she hadn’t known what to do and had frozen in place when she had recognized the faces of the people she had run into. Her mind was screaming at her to move and get as far away from them as possible, but there did not seem to be any form of communication between her brain and her feet, and she just stood there, rooted to the ground.

    When one of them recognized her, a smile appeared on his lips, a smile she had seen many times before. “If it isn’t Dina. God, we have missed you, girl! We thought you’d died!” And with those words, her legs started to work again. She turned and was ready to sprint in the opposite direction, when she ran straight into the arms of another one of them, who was standing behind her. “Where are you going? Just found your family again, and you’re going to run away? We can’t let you do that.” Strong arms wrapped around her, and despite her struggles, they weren’t letting go.

     “Let me go!” She screamed. “Get your hands off of me, or…or...”

     “Or what? Are you threatening us, girl?”

     For a moment, she didn’t know what she would do. It was not like she could fight them off by herself. And then, she realized she wasn’t by herself.

     “Beta!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. “Beta, help!”

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@nebraskaseemsnice​ continued from here

     She grinned, accepting the hand and giving the man - Rick Grimes, apparently - a firm shake. “Bad pick up lines are never going anywhere if I have any say in it,” she chuckled, hooking her thumbs through the loops of her jeans. “Is there any other way to show someone you dig the way they look?” When she had still been a waitress, she had heard them all. And she had made a point of remembering as many as she could.

     “And as to the weight of a polar bear, it’s a bit of a guess, but I’d say about 900 pounds? It has to depend on whether you’re facing off a male or a female.” She shrugged, her grin getting a bit wider. “Not sure if all of these facts are still impressive nowadays, but it’s one of my few talents. So I hone it.”

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@chxmblr

     She had seen them coming from a way back, but had - obviously - not shown herself to these strangers. Strangers, after all, were what got most people killed. Instead, Dina had stayed to the woods surrounding the road and had followed them, slowly, keeping low to the ground, and keeping an eye and ear out for any walkers.

     The way they were going, there was a chance that they would run into the small cabin she had been staying in for the last couple of days, and the last thing she needed right now, what for someone to find the one safe spot she had been able to locate.

     So she just followed. Followed and watched, making sure they’d stay clear. Watching them as closely as she did, she had spotted the walked coming towards the two strangers before they had. She contemplated calling out to them in warning, but stopped herself from doing so right after she had opened her mouth. They had survived this long, so they probably knew how to defend themselves from walkers plus she didn’t want to call any stragglers to her own location.

     It wasn’t until one of the two went down, and it started to look like the remaining person wouldn’t be able to keep herself self, that Dina showed herself. Drawing her knives, she crept closer, swinging her arm in an upward arc, and planting her smaller blade in the skull of a walker. Swinging around, she caught another one in the eye on the backswing.

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@abiggerworld ~continued from here.

     She didn’t know why she had said the words, even in a whisper. For several terrifying minutes she had kept quiet, barely daring to breath, watching the man - was it a man? She couldn’t quite see through the cracks in the door, but the footsteps were heavier than expected from a woman - walk through the office, searching for something, probably supplies.

     She waited, hoping that he would leave on this own - by then she knew he wasn’t one of them, they would’ve torn the place apart - but after what felt like an eternity, she had to say something, to warn him of what might be coming. Something much much worse than any sized group of walkers. Something so terrifying to her, she was willing to show this stranger that she was there.

     After she spoke, she just watched him, intently, to see what he would do next. Her gun was in her lap, fingers curled around the grip in case he went to open the door to her closet.

     “They,” she stated when he repeated the word back to her in a question. She could still smell them on her, their filthy scent still in her clothes, her hair, her nose. Could still feel the bruises throbbing where they’d grabbed onto her.

     When help was offered a snort escaped her, and for a moment she froze in fear, afraid someone else would be able to hear her. When nothing happened, she rose to her feet, pushing against the door separating the two of them and pointing her gun in his direction, but down, at the floor. “You can’t help,” she whispered. “They will kill both of us in the blink of an eye. Me cause I ran and you...” A sad little smile played on her lips. “Just cause...”

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@allwcundup

     She could not remember how long she had been walking, nor did she remember when she had last eaten anything. She only had one sip of water left and she was almost dead on her feet. Literally if she would run into a walker now. There was no way she could outrun or fight one in her current state. Every now and again, she caught herself sleepwalking, that’s how tired she was.

     Unless there was a shelter somewhere near, the chance that she would die from exhaustion, starvation, dehydration or an ordinary walker-attack was enormous, and the blonde did not even dare to hope for salvation anymore. Which is why, when she saw something that looked like a shelter, she didn’t dare to believe it to be true.

     She allowed herself to waddle up to the little... building? but was stopped by a fence separating her from safety. Lowering herself onto the ground in front of the gate, she was tempted to start crying. There was no way she could go on, and the fence kept her from staying safely. What else was there left but crying?