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[theclydesdalerussian]

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“Have I passed the Georgia border?” She asked, her voice slightly deep with a thick Russian accent. The place she stopped at seemed civil, all she needed was hay for Vladik and some canned foods and she would be set for the rest of her journey. 

She also barely talked to other people, but she figured to give this fellow a stab...not literally though she had done it in the past.

[newsflcshcsshole-blog]

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“Why doesn’t anyone just call them zombies? The opportunity is RIGHT there! Roamers, walkers--!! You can call people that! We walk AND roam! Just call them zombies for Christ sake!” 

[altruistichealer]

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❝ that...doesn’t sound like quite a good idea--- ya sure about doin’ that ? ❞

[hadhunch-blog]

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Eric didn’t like feeling watched, and he was definitely feeling watched. He tended to stay indoors during the day and travel at night to not be seen by other people, but the house he was staying in was suddenly overrun by dead ones and he had to make a quick get away.

The redheaded man looked over his shoulder for the hundredth time as he had his way down the street. He just needed somewhere to hold up.

[imadeitx-a]

‘ you don’t love me , we’re just two lonely people trying to hate ourselves a little less . ’ // iluuuuu

 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒  𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐔𝐏  𝐈𝐍  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ,  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘  𝐓𝐎       𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 .  no  crying ,  thats  the  past ;  that  is  not  who  you  are   anymore .   yet  those  words  hurt ,  more  than  it  should’ve  ;  someone  questioning  her   feelings  for  them ,  second  guessing ;  telling  her  what  she  feels  : it  . . . it  felt   condescending ,  this  world  was  hard .  showing  too  much  emotion  was  weakness ,   showing  too  little  was  erasing  the  last  bit  of  humanity  that  was  left  in  her . fist   tightened  at  side ,  nails  digging  into  palms ;  getting  worked  up  like  this  always  brought   a  violent  headache  ,  a  side  affect  to  the  gun  shot  wound .  that  wasn’t  something  she   wanted  right  now .   

 INHALE . . .  EXHALE  . . . 

 eyes  peaked  back  to  jae ,  they  were  watery  ,  though  slowly  trying  to  recollect  herself ,   fighting  the  tear  to  remain  in  duct  and  not  let  it  show  more  than  it  already  has .  ❛   DONT ...  TELL  ME  WHAT  I  FEEL ,  JAE .   ❜  voice  may  have  wavered ,  but  it  was   strong  while  being  spoken . ❛ i  may  hate  myself  ,  but  that  has  nothing  to  do  with  how  i   feel  for  you .  it  doesn’t  change  the  fact  that  i  was  a  shell  until  you  came  along ,  it   doesn’t  change  the  fact  that  you  helped  me  find  myself  again .  if  you  don’t  love  me ,   thats   fine  .  but  dont  . . . don’t  take  away  what  i  feel  for  you . ❜ 

[poetictragediies]

ID:// @dyiingliight — jae-won SOURCE:// starter call

the apocalypse was perhaps kind to hyun-jae park. the girl hadn’t lived the best life before, found herself on the wrong side of the law when she was still just a kid. she did what she had to do to survive, something that everyone seemed to be doing these days. there’s a comfort in the solitude of the end of the world, though the girl does feel lonely sometimes. she’d never been good at making friends before, though, so it isn’t that different from how life was. she rounds a corner to find herself face to face with a stranger. instincts take over and her gun is raised, finger hovering on the trigger. she looks him over, sizes him up. he could be a problem, but she’ll give him a chance. “there’s nothing good back there.” gun is lowered as she speaks, but she keeps it tightly clutched in one hand. “just more of the dead.”