May 22, 2014
"Their blood is on my hands."
”Y’can’t think like that”
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"Their blood is on my hands."
”Y’can’t think like that”
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[TEXT]: First: What the Hell?
[TEXT]: Second: What the fuck?
[TEXT]: Third: Where the Hell did you find a phone that worked??
Drink me.
"This is the worst whiskey I've ever tasted. Where th'Hell did you get this?" Bri glanced at the survivor opposite her. He'd brought back the bottle from a run and insisted on sharing with her. He must've noticed she was having separation anxiety and figured a bit of whiskey might drown her sorrows. It wasn't helping.
Sighing, the brunette tossed back another shot, trying not to choke up the horrid tasting liquid. It burned her throat worse than anything she'd ever put in her mouth.
"If Ben an' Kane saw this they'd kill me." Bri had had liquor before. She'd had alcohol and even moonshine. But not any of those times had she actually drank it in front of her brothers. "I guess if they even gave a shit to come back for me I wouldn't even be drinkin' right now,... I knew they thought I was a baby. They figured I wouldn't make it. Hell, even Andy was worried." At the mention of her lost cousin, she tossed back another shot, refusing to look at Bob.
"Fuck 'em."