#hells.starter

[antniacmpana]

There was a church in Longmont. Nia didn’t go often, but when she did, she went alone. It wasn’t Catholic and there was no one to confess her sins to and no one to give her holy communion but under the circumstances... It sufficed. At the very least, it had Jesus on the cross and that was where Nia knelt now, having crossed herself and bowed her head to pray.

It wasn’t an official prayer, so it wasn’t a massive ordeal that she was interrupted by footsteps from behind. In one fluid motion, she stood, turned around, and drew her gun.

“The fuck are you doing here?” she asked, lowering the weapon when she saw this intruder wasn’t a walker. “You can’t sneak up on people when they’re praying.”

[hattieadler-blog]

out of everything, medical supplies still seemed to be plentiful. if you knew where to LOOK. every time she ventured out to ensure that their tiny infirmary remained well stocked, she always went back with at least half a bag full. she had never tried the pharmacy though because she often KNEW that would have been the first place people went if they needed anything. but her usual places were pretty picked through now and though there weren’t many survivors at the brewery, hattie preferred having a surplus incase they gained MORE.

so the pharmacy was her next best bet. but getting into the pharmacy was proving DIFFICULT. the door was chained shut. there had to be a SIDE door. or a back one. something she could break into somewhat easier. if it was locked down so well . . . maybe that meant there was MORE in there than she had ever imagined.

she was focused on finding the back door when she spotted someone at the end of the alleyway. they looked alive. but it was always so hard to TELL. ‘ h-hey . . . ’ it was stupid to call out. but what if they needed HELP? ‘ are you okay? ’ her gun was easily accessible if this ended up being the worst idea she’d ever had.

[kcllwood]

Kelly examined the wound carefully, not showing her definite concern on her face. “And you didn’t get scratched, right?” She plucked some meager medical supplies from her first aid kit and looked up for a second. It was long enough to know she might’ve insinuated it was bad.

“You don’t have to worry about this; this is nothing. I just wanted to make sure, you know. Can’t be too careful anymore.” She smiled and patted their shoulder as she finished up. “All set.”

[arsmcriendis]

boredom strikes her far too quickly. what else should she do? what else is there that needs to be done? most of minji’s days are consisted of WAITING, almost always seated on the hood of the truck — an unfortunate consequence of being able to leave the manor often. with lackadaisical ease, she takes the swiss knife hidden in her jacket pocket and flicks it open to a knife blade. as she turns it to the side, watching it glint under the sunlight, she hears something off to her side. minji cautiously turns her head to look, unsure of whether or not the blade she’s clutching will be useful sooner than later.

[pddyocnnr-blog]

his tattooed fingers find their way to the knife at his hip quickly; curling around the handle and quietly tugging it free. he could hear a noise around the corner. MUCH too close to his humble abode. it was nothing more than a run down store. the back room had been the PERFECT place to lay his head each night. but he wasn’t about to lose that. not for anything. he couldn’t tell what the NOISE was though. dead ?? living ?? he was never sure what was WORSE at this point. ‘ hey !! if you’re breathin’, turn around and head back the way ye came !! ain’t nothin’ down this way f’ye !! although . . . if ye ain’t breathin’ . . . just keep walkin’ this way and i’ll deal with ye. ’

[negligcnt-blog]

       SUNSET ROLLED OVER the mounds of distance hills, the caw of a distant crow that was looming over wind-swept fields echoing in the confines of eloise’s skull as she laid amongst the drying plants. the birds call was mocking and taunting as sapphires narrowed in on their target. a bundle of mousey brown fur traveling innocently through the brush of dried grass and crumbled patches of soil. the creak of her bow as expert fingers drew back a slender, hand-carved arrow was parallel to the inhalation of focused, bated breath- concentrate, el.       it was perched on hind legs now, beady eyes scavenging for the direction in which a sound had caused sensitive ears to twitch. eloise’s stomach filled with dread, an all-knowing sadness groping at her throat as she shut her eyes & finally RELEASED the arrow. . . but unbeknownst to her, the hare had spotted something- someone- over her shoulder and taken off as soon as the arrow had been released from her grasp, the stone head instead splitting through a vine and piercing the trunk of a distant tree. hearing the hard hit against wood rather than flesh, eloise was quick to sit erect, fury in her eyes, whipping her gaze around to try and search for the creature. . . and instead, spotting the figure who had scared off her dinner. ❝ . . . you FRIGHTENED it,❞ elose informed them coldly, as if it hadn’t been blatantly obvious, native accent licking at her words. she knew her tongue was sharp, and this person could quite literally kill her if they so chose, but her stomach was beginning to cave in on itself to the point where she no longer cared. she hadn’t found a catch this promising in DAYS- and just like that, it was gone.           ❝         the first one with any decent meat on its bones and you made me LOSE IT.❞  

[ofdanique-blog]

the air was cold, despite the sun’s brilliance; from her vantage point on the roof of the old theatre the wind was particularly uncomfortable. dani flinched at its bite, shrugging her jacket closer to her body. she’s out in the open, exposed in a way she usually avoids when scouting, but for today’s trip it can’t be helped. she needs her view to be unobstructed.

with the hoard’s retreat, she can finally survey the damage done. all around her, boulder is in shambles. broken glass lies on the footpaths, biters strewn across the roads and spilling out of nearby buildings. most are still and quiet, but with every sweep of the binoculars she sees spots more twitching limbs and gnawing mouths. though the worst was over, stragglers still remained, and danique needed to know exactly how many and where. with the decimation of the crops, and topher’s disappearance, the manor was more vulnerable than ever, and she doesn’t have it in her to see any more destruction. 

she lowers the binoculaurs, closing her eyes and breathing deeply, but even without the view she cannot escape her surroundings. groans of the undead float up to her ... and so does the sound of footsteps. kak. her eyes fly open at the sound of the even pace, seeking the newcomer out.

❛ enjoying the sunshine? ❜ dani keeps her tone light, hyperaware of the weapon on her. she can’t yet tell if whoever is out there is friend or foe, but playing nice whilst preparing for the worst has kept her alive thus far.

[henrygan]

Storms gave Hal the rush of a lifetime. Thunder cracks and his heart beats faster, his blood starts to rush in his ears, and he can’t stop himself from grinning. “Oh, please let it pour,” he says to himself and whatever powers that be that control the sky. He hops out of the abandoned Greyhound bus he’d made a temporary home in to get a better look at the sky, roiling in thick, grey clouds.

He’s so distracted by his favorite weather — finally come to Boulder after quite a while — that he barely notices the figure watching him from behind his bus. He stops moving as it starts to rain, stepping closer to whoever it is. “Hey, what’re you lookin’ at?” He talks far too fast to get the words out properly, always has and always will. “This’s my bus, ‘kay? You can get out o’ the rain but don’t go through my stuff ‘cause I was ‘ere first.”