#hst:starter

[cicvtrixx-blog]

It was the first time in months he'd felt grounded, as if he were present and not simply existing for the fact that it was in his basic instincts. There was something still missing, a disconnect, but this. Going on Patrol, protecting the Capitol. Nicholas at least understood that. He knew how to do that. With that, at least, he was in his element.

Nicholas had been patrolling the outer limits of the Capitol's perimeter for nearly two hours before he heard it. It wasn't the mindless stumbling that Nicholas had so become accustomed to with the approach of the undead. There was no guttural groans or snarls. This was distinct footsteps. Shoulders straightening, the tall man turned, his gaze shifting toward whoever was coming toward him. Though his gun remained sheathed at his hip, his palm rested lightly on the handle as he took a step forward. Whoever was approaching, they weren't using the road, or even the beaten paths that traders took upon coming to do business. They were in the brush and wooded area just behind it. That enough was to cause his eyes to narrow warily.

As he spoke, his voice was low and calm, a distinct accent carrying. "Identify yourself, you're on The Capitol's boundaries."

[nodustollcns-blog]

After having gotten up early for a short scavenge run right before dawn hit, he left a note beside Fiona before she woke. They had gone through enough stress, enough hard work to warrant them a time to enjoy themselves. With no runs needing to be made later in the day, Callum had visited Vanessa and requested she allow the two to get some time together, even if for an hour. Truthfully, if there were no injuries, she figured that Fiona could be away from the procedure rooms until absolutely needed. ‘Meet me in Brimmer Park.’ – Brimmer Park was a part of the hospital now; it was nice they extended their walls to include somewhere for them all to relax. Living in the hospital was incredible with the amount of supplies they had but the white walls and smell weren’t exactly all that pleasant and enjoyable. At least with Brimmer Park, they had a small place to escape to.

After a bit, Callum could see the figure of Fiona coming into view. “Over here!” He called out softly to her, waving his hand to a small set up space with flip flops and a tiny flag that he placed into the dirt. “Welcome to Thong Toss.” He welcomed with open arms and a big, goofy grin on his face. “Unlike you weird Americans, we don’t call these flip flops.” He smirked, dangling a flip flop in his hand. “This is a popular game in Australia. I thought we could give it a go.”

@bencficent

[inscrvio-blog]

     Eyes traced over the sign, over & over again. The words WELCOME TO CHEYENNE had been written out in bold letters with a layer of grime covering it, dulling whatever beauty or significance it may have had before. Noah let out a sigh & lowered himself, using his hand to wipe away the dirt that coated the name, hoping to at least give the city he had come to know some sense of integrity. As his hand fell to his side & his back pressed into the car that he had been using for the past week, he felt a sense of guilt pierce his heart. It was sharp & sudden but only lasted for a few seconds. Noah knew that continuing into the city would mean that this feeling would occur more often & for a moment, he contemplated turning around & heading back to Fort Collins. As he continued to think about it, the distant sounds of footsteps became apparent. In one swift movement, he picked up the bow from the top of the hood & grabbed an arrow from the quiver that had been strung around his body & rested between his shoulder blades. He remained silent, not wanting to cause too much attention to himself, just in case whoever was out there had yet to notice him. Inching forward, he scanned the surrounding area slowly. 

[theredneckhunter-blog]

Sean felt a pair of eyes on him as he ate, which made him incredibly uncomfortable and nervous, given the circumstance he’s had to live through for so long. He looked up to the person with a slight growl. “What? Y’ain’t never seen a man eat before?” He snapped as he moved to take another bite from his food. “We eat too y’know.” He huffed with a mouthful of food. 

[twiiirling]

       .･｡ - —     O P E N.

          “it’s A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS,” she says, flicking her eyes up from the slightly water-damaged copy of the wide window, “axel found it and brought it back for me.”

[reliqucry-archive]

“STOP following me.” Cameron spoke between gritted teeth. The sensation of being followed produced the tingling sensation at the nape of her neck. The same one that stood her hair on end and told her to RUN. This was no ghost tailing her and--though the dead did walk the earth--HE was not among them. “I don’t know where your stupid camp is, okay?” She marched forward until she thought she heard a defeated sigh, punctuated by the absence of footfalls on gravel. Against her better judgement, Cameron sighed and halted her pace, pausing briefly to allow herself to change her mind. “Fine.” The agreement finally left her lips, which up until the word reached her tongue, had been firmly pressed together. “Fine, okay. Just--don’t talk my ear off and I’ll help you.” Without turning to look back at the person, she continued. “Give me a landmark or something to go on.” Helping a stranger like this? Finn would be so proud.

[indiifferent-blog1]

            “ fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck                           fuck !!! “ 

[coolhcnds-archive]

Having run into a horde on her way back to her home base, Hunter had opted to spend the night in the safety and cover of a tall, green cottonwood. The cover was sparse, but she’d been able to shimmy her way far enough up to remain undetected by several of the dead, save a couple she’d quickly dispatched with her bow. 

Despite the relative safety of the spotty canopy, Hunter had slept no more than a handful of minutes at a time--REST slipping through fingers with the hour hands of a long broken watch. When the sun had come up, she’d finally dozed off into a deeper slumber only to be disturbed by the cracking of foliage beneath the steady gait of a living person.

Not wanting to startle them nor reveal her location to a raider or someone similar while unprepared, Hunter rolled onto her belly--chest pressed tightly against the rough bark of the branch. “You lookin’ for a fight down there?” The husky tone of her voice cracking with disuse and she cleared her throat before continuing. “Or are you friendly?” It had been a long time since she’d been in a fight, but maybe longer since she’d seen a friendly face.