#goldlighter

[phantomarchive]

mia "moldfucker" winters

first of all, how dare you

[latachete]

i’m not sorry.

@goldlighter

[stillaware]

chris, taking a big bite of wasabi: whoah this guacamole is spicy 

jill: i can’t not fuck him 

[raillgunned]

“ not since you used that joke the last time. “

@goldlighter​

[stillaware]

chris and jill for 20 years: hold hands, take baths together, share a bed, live together, kill and almost die for each other

chris and jill: haha yeah we're just friends :)

[phantomarchive]

Starter for @goldlighter with Claire!

The plane touching down is one of the most interesting and depressing things to happen lately. She’s exaggerating, of course; there’s been plenty more depressing than this, but taking a flight to the Maldives for an outbreak and not a vacation feels pretty damn depressing. The weather as she steps off is incredible, and the desire to strip down to her underwear and wade into the water is indescribable, though when she sees undead bodies ebbing between land and water, she decides that she can wait for some cleanup and some time before thinking about a swim.

She and the others that came with her go through a series of tests before they’re allowed to leave the containment zone, and then they’re assigned sectors to work through for the final wave of cleanup before restoration can begin. A lot of infected still left, some trapped in rooms and buildings that weren’t cleared on the initial outbreak, some still hiding in places often looked over, some that didn’t die despite being riddled with bullets. Claire retains enough history of being caught in outbreaks that she often helps the BSAA in their final wave of things before TerraSave moves in.

Speaking of the BSAA, Chris waits for her with a personal cache of weaponry he prefers, checking and rechecking them each as she approaches. They always request to work with each other when they’re both in the same place, and this time is no different.

She wastes no time in pulling him into a hug, holding tightly for long moments before letting him go. “What a bitch this whole situation is, huh?” she says with a smile at him while opening her own case and starting to pull her own guns and knife out, inspecting them and tucking them into her various holsters. “First time we’re finally in a real vacation spot in years, and we can’t even enjoy it properly.”

This part of cleanup still requires more artillery and what she’ll use later, when TerraSave proper comes in. She’s got jeans and boots on, but a tank top to combat the heat, and holsters now comfortable with years of wear slinging guns at her sides, across her back; hooked to her belt and strapped around her thighs; a knife at her boot and one on her hip. Can never be too prepared.

“You think maybe we can come back here someday for a real vacation? Or do you think we’ll just always see infected in our minds when we think of this place?” Or maybe they’ll come back and it’ll be like a joke. ‘You’re swimming where a dismembered arm was!’ She almost laughs, wonders if maybe that’s all in the past, left behind when they were kids.