#hopetainted

[ruhkie-a]

@hopetainted​​     ⁄     hey. stay sharp.

the growls of the undead seep through his ears, growing louder  &  louder with every step he takes. they intertwine with the crunching of fallen leaves on the dirt  &  their combined breathing, his unease bouncing against the lining of his stomach. every patrol taken through the forest in search of supplies for the motel seems to be having more dead roaming about   —   it makes him wonder if there are more people alive than he realizes, or if there’s more dead than he initially anticipated. 

a single crane of his neck is shot in lee’s direction, nodding his head at his words. i hear you. attention is refocused onto the horizon in front of them, stumbling bodies beginning to become visible through the opening between trees. from a quick count, he can count five   —   it’s easy enough for the two of them to manage without any errors. fingers move to retrieve his silenced pistol from its holster, eyes shifting back over to his patrol partner.

❝   you get the two on the right, i get the three on the left.   ❞

[missedlcve]

     ↳   for  @hopetainted​  //  plotted .

it’s the clumsiest and most  cliché  thing, she thinks. the fact that she’s tripped on herself, fallen to her hands and knees, and there’s a group of walkers behind her. her gun falls out of her hand, slides a few feet in front of her beneath a metal fence, and it’s obvious that there’s no way she’s going to be able to reach it. not unless she has more  time-- something she clearly has  none  of.   ❛  are you  actually  shitting me right now?!  ❜  frustration has gotten the best of her, but she’s always been one to think quick on her feet, especially in a crisis. 

a deep breath and her hand goes for her waist, pulling a machete from its holster on her hip. scrambling to her feet just in time for the dead to approach, she uses her weight to swing her arm around, slicing the monster’s head in half horizontally. long brunette curls settle over her shoulder, and before she can begin her next round of killing, the sound of a gunshot rings through her ears. hands go to either side of her head, trying to rub off the echoing pain of the nearby sound, and her gaze averts to find a man steadily approaching her side.  ❛  hey! i think i’ve kind of got it under control, y’know?!  ❜  especially since that gun will bring  more. still, she quickly recognizes she shouldn’t be so  ungrateful.  breathlessness settles, and she offers a sentiment,  ❛  -- thank you.  ❜   petite fingers go to the stranger’s forearm, give a small squeeze as she takes a hop backwards,  ❛  -- we have to get out of here, i have a place nearby, follow me.  ❜

she brings her backpack around front as they begin to move away, pulls out an old kitchen timer that she sets for a few seconds, then chucks it behind the group of nearing dead. once it starts going off, most begin to turn around, tending to the new,  louder  sound, and she nods with her head for them to round the corner out of their sight. it’s down the block and around the corner that they find themselves at a shop, one that’s boarded up ; she removes one of the boards to slip through, making the space a big larger for the man to follow, and once he has she seals it back up.  ❛  shit, i don’t know if you’re crazy or a saint.  ❜  it’s not often that you find others who actually bother to  help -- he could have just as easily bit the dust.  ❛  -- i’m anne, by the way.  ❜