Jul 21, 2015
LITERAL TRASH. GARBAGE COME TO LIFE. TRULY, AMAZING. WHAT WILL SCIENCE DO NEXT?? - anon
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LITERAL TRASH. GARBAGE COME TO LIFE. TRULY, AMAZING. WHAT WILL SCIENCE DO NEXT?? - anon
FIGHT ME, RICK.
“But I don’t want to seem sexist or racist!”
ihateyourvest:
It couldn’t be real. Rick Grimes felt as if he was ripped from his life. His knees weak with dismay as he felt disoriented by this unknown reality. It all looked familiar to him, after all, he couldn’t forget what King County looked like, but the remains of some mysterious chaos stained the average, good-lucky vibe the town once had. Where ever Rick looked, death laid just feet away from him. It felt as if he had slipped into a coma-induced nightmare but it felt real; as real as he could remember.
Not a single movement. There wasn’t even a breeze. Everything was as still as could be. Silence rung in both his ears as loudly as possible. The only sound was the inner-beating of his heart that sounded like a drum.
Even the old neighborhood seemed unfamiliar to him. Houses were seemingly empty. Doors left wide open, windows broken. It seemed as if everyone in the town left in a panic. Mass hysteria. But all of these thoughts were unorganized and jaded in his mind. Thought forms buzzing by. Possibilities and what if’s, no matter how ugly they were.
“Is anybody here?” Rick called out in the neighborhood, desperately wanting to hear someone return an answer, but nothing. Just silence. Once more he called out, this time louder, and the same dead air came back.
His knees unable to hold his weight, he felt himself kneel down to side on the curb of the sidewalk. Looking down to one end of the street, to the next.
“This isn’t real -- it can’t be...” Rick whispered to himself. “Carl -- Lori...” His hands clutching tightly on the side of the curb. Was he the only one here? Was he the only one alive?
“Hello! Is there anyone there?!” Louder he called, eyes burning with tears, as his voice carried far and wide, coming back an echo. Suddenly, a noise was heard. His eyes darted to where the source originated from; from between one of the houses across from him.
A figure appeared, hunched over, darkened by the shadows that both the homes cast overhead. Rick forced himself up and off of the ground, so he was standing. He held his hand up in the air, attempting to grab the attention of whoever was standing. “Hello?” Hope arose in his chest, both the corners of his mouth pinched into a small smile. There was someone.
Suddenly, an indescribable screech emerged from the being. It pierced his ears, forcing him to cover both of them as he inhaled sharply in pain. Then, it begun to crawl on all fours towards him. It’s face covered by a hood pulled over it’s features; it looked like a hoodie. Rick started to move backwards, but had tripped onto the curb, falling completely onto his back.
It pounced on him, feeling it’s knees tighten around his waist, it’s hands a decaying, grey color. Once more it screamed.
“Help! Somebody!” Rick screamed, struggling against it’s weight as it tried to claw at his chest with it’s grimy nails. His elbows buckled, almost feeling his strength give in, but the adrenaline kept him going; for now. “Somebody help me!”
came bc you also played destiny, stayed cause jacoby is hella rad even tho we've never written together. we should change that!!!
Describe my blog in terms of "came for the _____, stayed for the _____"
YES YES we should definitely change that sometime! Thank you though friend! That is awesome of you to say! <3
smOOCHES YOUR BIG DUMB FACE BC I'VE MISSED YOU!!!!! I'M GLAD YOU'RE BACK BB <3
v iBRATES LOUDLY I’VE MISSED YOU TOO WOWOW!!1
r u ready for me to bug u bc i think u need 2 be ready for that
At the sound of movement he opts to peer over shoulder cerulean hues focusing on familiar silhouette of female teammate through the darkness of the saferoom, lips falling in a sort of pout before parting to give quiet query.
❝ --Shouldn' yew be sleepin'? Kinda late ain't it? ❞ Technically so should he, given he hadn't slept a wink last night either, but he'd volunteered to take watch nonetheless, and no one had argued.
wAIT IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY OH M AN H APPY BIRTHDAY IT'S LIKE 12:01 AM I'M LATE I'M SORRY I HOPE YOU HAD A LOVELY DAY!!!!!!
( ; omfg donut you even. it’s only 10PM HERE YOU ARE TOTES OKAY BAE. THANK YOU! DONUT BE SORRY YOU. )