#hellststarter

[whoneedsmuiracles-blog-blog]

misery loves company // muir &

L o c k e d    o u t 

He almost didn’t believe it until he heard the click of the door sliding back into place. The small canned item dropping to the floor in defeat as the doors forced it to the ground with a light clack. One moment of fresh air was too much to ask for from a world that took everything from you. One step out of his home-- no this damned airport. One damn step. Part of him panicked, banging loudly on the door to catch the attention of anyone inside but it wasn’t happening for him. He wasn’t alone as he heard the clumsy shuffle, quickly he he grabbed his knife and grabbed a handful of the rotting corpse. He planted the knife in it’s skull and dropped it hastily with a look of disgust he made no effort to hide. 

He was busy giving himself a little shake, as if he could rid himself of the presence of the body all together, to shake off the act he’d just committed. He heard the next set of footsteps and furrowed his brow, taking focus and extending a hand slowly in front of him waiting for the approach. Waiting for whatever it was to get closer so he could grab it and just get it over with. 

Just get it over with.

[alackofsuperego-blog]

It hurt so, so bad. Everything.  It could be described as if someone had loaded his body full of cement and now he sat stranded by his own agony against some-- cement wall. He replayed the past events in his mind to the best of his ability. He’d woken up. It was pain, then confusion and slowly bits of realization. His head pounded and his nose-- broken for sure. Dried blood which clung to his face and had raced to stain his shirt. How long he’d been knocked out? He had no idea. He’d worked to get out of that damn airport-- to get back home but his body was doing it’s damnedest to work against him. There weren't words to describe how awful and nauseated he felt and he knew in his gut he had failed. He’d left empty handed. The infected had been on him and for some reason-- he knew he didn't deserve it-- he’d made it out alive. It’d kicked the rest of his energy to the curb but he’d made it out. Perhaps only to be victim to whatever else was waiting outside. He’d collapsed not too far off from the exit and had closed his eyes for a fleeting moment of rest.

He’d heard the noise too late. Or perhaps he was far too out of it, wincing at even the exposure to the sun which aided only his pounding migraine. He’d gone to grab his knife but he knew he wasn't as fast as he’d been before he went in. Good lord knows he wouldn't have even been able to pull a clean shot like this. Not when he could barely manage it in full health apparently. Not even up on his feet, he looked to make out the approaching figure.

[jennafightszombies]

It’d been a risk to lave the airport. She had supplies there, had set herself up on the highest floor next to the back-up generators. But food was still a problem, which was why she now creeping around city buildings, looking for anything that resembled food. She cautiously turned around a street corner, gun raised, praying that she wouldn’t meet anything dangerous. 

[micahxheath-blog-blog]

B & E | Open & Micah

“What are you doing?” The person had fitted a metal pipe in the back door of the theater, trying to pry it open. He had rounded the corner to find the scene and pulled his knife out of his belt. “Please get away from the door, I’m only asking once. What do you want?” He put his feet at shoulder width and held the knife in a tight grip, pulling it level to his shoulder at chin height, just like his dad had taught him.

[shelbyxbishop-blog-blog]

Lakehome | Open & Bishop

“If you think this place is empty for the taking, just waiting for you to blow the dust away- you got another thing coming.” He had come up from the woods, walking around his cabin by the lake to find a person looking in the front windows of his home. As soon as he saw them on the little ramshackle porch he had pulled out his gun. It now rested by his side, safety off, as he waited for the other person to explain themselves as to why they where out here. And specifically why they were looking into his cabin.

[alecwhitesurvives]

“Well, I’m fucked. That was my last cigarette.”

[clementine-grey-blog]

“We’re in the freakin’ apocalypse, yet people still sing ‘My Darlin’ Clementine’ whenever they see me. Dammit.”

[peterxevans]

Peter turned in his chair, looking up at the new arrival to his ‘home.’  Well, it wasn’t really his, it was just some place he could hole up while he... figured things out.  Still, intruders were never welcome, especially these days.

“I gotta say, if you wanna learn how to sneak up on someone then you’re going to need a lot more practice.“