#ireallymisscoffee

[mythicalmen]

for @ireallymisscoffee

To say Ethan was surprised when he caught the sight of Joel Miller back in the Jackson library would be quite the lie. Well, at this point it would be. Ethan managed the library primarily as a place of storing knowledge and teaching, though it also served as where they kept their maps for scouting, tracking and more. Being that Ethan was the expert when it came to those maps it wasn't unheard of for men like Joel to sometimes visit needing assistance with a job that took them beyond the borders of their town.

That being said, Joel's visits were more frequent than most and it seemed his reasons for visiting Ethan were becoming more and more vague or flimsy. Not that Ethan minded the company and had perhaps grown to enjoy the routine of seeing that man walk through those doors more days then not. He even got a little kick at the latest excuse he'd come up with to see him. He wondered if Joel was even aware of why he was doing all this.

"Mister Miller, good to see you. Back again so soon?" Ethan remarked, slipping off his glasses and gazing at the man. "What can I do for you Joel?"

[magicalflyingsubmarine]

Closed starter for: @ireallymisscoffee (◕ᴥ◕)

It’d been weeks since Bobby had seen another person.Maybe it was for the best, because the last of his supplies were cut down to remnants of rotten fruit and one can of dog food, already half eaten. He probably would’ve died of starvation if not for this. He was limping now, gushing blobs of thick blood painted the side of his jeans from a gash that ran deep along his thigh. He had a gun, but only one bullet left. And he was saving that for the worst. Fuck. He was a lousy fucking shot. Everytime his shaky hand aimed he’d pinch his eyes closed and it would bounce. His breath came in ragged huffs as he stumbled down what used to be a backroad. It was now overtaken by weeds, bunches of flowers and fruits. It was.. beautiful. He’d seen raccoons in the distance foraging as he ducked behind rusted-out cars. His leg stiffened, and he wobbled around the discarded lost items, phones, pacifiers, a chewed up dog leash. His boots splashed through shallow puddles, soles barely holding together with tape and pure desperation. Every few seconds, he looked back, realizing he hadn’t made it that far at all. Damn. They were coming. These bastards didn’t moan or stumble. No, these ones ran. He could hear them, low, gurgling snarls echoing through the trees behind him. Fast. They clicked closer. “Shit. shitshitshit-“ he hissed,spit dribbling through his teeth. Bobby pushed his legs to move even as they screamed at him to stop. His side ached from where he’d slammed into a metal fence trying to escape them just minutes earlier. His ribs might’ve been cracked. Something felt wrong in his chest, he’d pass out if he kept going like this.. Tufts of grass began to brush against his knees, and his footsteps softened in the underbrush of the grass. He let himself slow, Up ahead, A farmhouse, sagging sideways into the grass. The windows nailed shut with uneven boards, front door barely hanging on by one hinge, swaying open and closed with the wind. Bobby didn’t think. He just threw his body toward the open doorway, landing hard on his knees inside and dragging the door shut behind him with his foot, and it slammed, staying stuck where it was. He rested his back against it, and for everything went still. Just for a second. Just enough to hear the pounding in his ears. To feel the warmth of blood still running down his leg. To taste copper in his mouth. Bobby wasn’t sure if he was still in his body, his vision felt blurry and he thought he could close his eyes just for a little while.. Then the banging started. The door shook violently. He pinched his face in worry, then it twisted- relief.He let out a sound. Almost a laugh, but not really. It died in his throat, and he sputtered out prayers actually cursing him, cursing his father. , gripping his last bullet in a shaking hand, jaw clenched so tight it could crack bone. His back hit the kitchen counter, and his eyes darted to the hallway. A shadow passed across the far wall. Fuck was there another one here? He stifled his whimpering.

[giraffeiisms]

@ireallymisscoffee

“I’m pretty sure you mean bad ass.” Came her comment back, dabbing at her nose before blowing blood onto the ground at her feet. It would likely be tender for the next few days, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t signed up for this the moment they left the quarantine zone. “You should have seen the guy, he actually seemed scared that I didn’t go down on that hit.”

She takes the beans in exchange for the cloth, peering into the can as if something better than cold protein was on the menu for the shiner she took. “You got hit too, are you alright?” The concern was genuine, after one too many close scares Ellie had begun to take her own notice of any wounds or bruises that the elder took.

“I can’t tell if they are getting smarter, or if we are needed a night were we actually sleep instead of pushing through till the next town.” Her words were likely to be disregarded by the smuggler, they always were. What he said goes was still in affect. Still she ate, consuming only about half of what was left before passing it back. A silent, stubborn command for him to eat more.

As much as she disliked it he was the guide and she was just cargo.

[springmournings]

finger tips are nimble through coarse hair, weaving together a mane of black in pieces that trail down the slope of his neck. the stall had his name carved in a piece of old oak, something fine and elegant. ol' faithful. the oldest in the barn, it shows in his wise demeanor.

everyone else has cleared out for the day, but she lingers last with a setting sun, finds the barn to be a safe place. the wooden walls are too familiar of a time long ago, like her sisters laugh is etched in wood.

he bristles, the sound of an opening door that comes from the far entrance. she could make out the sound of heavy boots, but doesn't let it stop her work. the people of jackson are welcome to the barn, though it's mostly patrols coming and going. sometimes the younger kids will visit, they find the horses charming in the same way she did when she was younger, that she still does.

a click of a latch and the bottom door of the stall opens. she peeks over the animals neck to see @ireallymisscoffee standing as if he'd been caught, he's got a handful of something bright colored, clearly the raw carrots where not for himself.

she's on her last braid, “ i'll get out'a your hair in a minute, just finishin' up. ” humor is caught in southern drawl of a different region, somewhere miles away. she ties off the last with recycled fabric, her hand brushing over work. she seems satisfied with it.

maggie steps around, “ tommy mentioned havin' a brother, ” they look alike enough for her to tell. her hand extents, almost awkward like. she's trying to remember how introductions use to be, easy and casual like. nothing like the last twenty odd years and the encounters during it. “ i know his name, ” she means the horse, or his horse. she could only guess by the treat he bares. “ forgot what tommy said yours was. 'm maggie. ”

[wisenedup]

@ireallymisscoffee "Joel," Bill started, then hesitated. His guts danced an anxious jig and he struggled to meet Joel's eyes, but he needed the other man to see the sincerity there.       “I love you.”

[cantxswim]

“What’s so good about coffee anyway?”

[zagubionywilk]

              >> ⚔️ <<         THE MUZZLE OF HIS SHOTGUN LOWERS,    though not by much.    the wolf is far from trusting,   some of his supplies having been ransacked the night prior which led to his high alertness.         ❝       your    SCENT   led away from here earlier,    but you doubled back.    why    ??      ❞            

@ireallymisscoffee​  gets a surprise 

[chainsawlove]

        🍭 🍭 🍭    @ireallymisscoffee​ ♡’d for a starter   !   !   !

            Footsteps echoed on wooden floor, which was once aesthetically pleasing. The stillness of the villa sent shivers down Juliet’s spine. The mirthful garden, where once young children played joyously, where flowers bloomed under sun rays, was now just an overgrown mess. Though, Juliet still found the plants pleasing to look at. There was water dripping from the roof, rhythmically, generating a melancholic melody. The front door hinges were rusted   &   the glass windows were all shattered. It whined on its amber hinges as her palm pressed gingerly against its moist frame. Ivy gnarled its way through broken windows, tangling its leathery shape throughout the abode. The undefinable source of darkness draped over the walls like a tapestry as she took a confident step over the rotting oak floors.

           There were no doors separating the rooms on the ground floor yet they could be found a few feet into each room often with large chunks torn out of them, large scratch marks creating cross hatched patterns   &   occasionally there was still paint left clinging to the worn wood. Surprisingly most of the furniture had survived with minimal damage, only a few scratches   &   chips to their name. There was only one spiraling staircase leading to the first floor, though she would wait to scavenge upstairs. 

            A thick layer of dust settled on everything in sight giving the place an atmosphere of being untouched for many years. There was relief, she did not hear sounds of infected, though that did not mean her guard would be down. She had survived on her own for so long now that she had come to the realization that humans were the biggest enemy. Unfortunate, but not surprising. 

            There was a sudden sound that alerted the female. Like someone had kicked an old can, she could still hear it rolling in the distance. It became very apparent that she was not alone, though she was uncertain if it was wildlife that had found its way into the home   .   .   .   or something else. Stealthily she began to approach the sudden disturbance. She listened intently as she followed the noise, holding her chainsaw close to her in one hand while gripping her pistol in the other. Juliet made her way to the kitchen across the house, finding a man searching through the worn cabinets. His back was turned, unaware of her presence. 

            Oh boy, he’s not going to happy

           Unfortunately most non infected individuals she had come across were not very friendly, she doubted this man would be any different. Juliet had grown tired of being nice, out here it was either kill or be killed. With quiet steps, she was ballsy   &   approached the stranger even closer, until her gun pressed the back of his neck. 

            “   Don’t move   .   .   .   I have enough blood on my skirt, I don’t want new stains on it.   ”