#laststart

[asa--holland]

Location: The Farm Status: Open!

He's out of sorts today. It happens on days with less sleep, or when he forgets to go grab something to eat. Working out in the field early in the morning on one task, and then the next thing he knows it's noon and he still hasn't put anything into his system but water. His vision gets too focused... he's been tilling the soil, watering the fruiting trees and vining plants, when he realizes someone's been waiting nearby. "Please tell me you haven't been standing there too long..." Asa brushes damp dark hair out of his face. Pulls old gardening gloves off his tattooed hands. "Sorry, love. I just... I got a bit too into the watering today. What can I do for you? Can we talk and um... head to the Food Hall?"

[ofcruelties]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : open. 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : the tap house. 𝐜𝐚𝐩 : 5 /5.

❝ okay, yes, the rumours are true. ❞ rowan said as she slipped into an empty space at the bar. she'd barely been back from patrol for a few hours, just long enough to be checked for bites, wash herself, and drop her weapons back at the armoury. ❝ i did find an ipod with a charger while i was out. but i'll only trade it for something really good, so do your worst. ❞

[declandaley-blog]

declan’s eyes fluttered open, and the man’s frame shifted into a sitting position. he’d become such a light sleeper -- he could barely remember the last time he’d slept through an entire night. what had he heard? there it was again. his hand reached instinctively for the handgun he kept in the cupholder.

he doubted it was an infected, they rarely came this close to places with established “groups,” they knew they’d be killed quickly. no, their strategy was usually to pick off the stragglers or the loners -- which is why declan always aimed to park close enough to communities to be safe, but far enough away so as not to pose a threat to them.

that was a flashlight, surely. he picked up the gun, sitting up in the front seat of his beat up ford bronco. “hello? who’s there? i have a gun,” he cautioned, voice low but steady.

[cmmythomas-blog]

this was not good. emmy really hadn’t intended such frivolities when she was told she was to search for more supplies. she hears the clicks approaching, but she’s grown good at predicting their arrival point. by the time the thing reaches her, she’s already taken a shot to it’s head --- she was growing good at this. it didn’t take long to swipe that smug grin off her face, as she hears something come launching at her. in the rush of the moment she assumes it’s a lone wolf attemting to rob her until she sees those EYES, ❝ FUCK ! ! ❞ the runner is obviously trying to trample her fragile body by the time she pulls the gun again, a bullet between the eyes cutting all movement of its limbs before she places another a little more point blank. she can’t help but wince slightly, these ones always look more human. she doesn’t have to time to ponder, these runners move in packs. her steps are loud despite her small frame, so the other would have to have heard her coming, yet she still almost knocks them flat. her fingers curl around the forearm, it doesn’t matter who it is, they have to get out of there ---- and she’s sure they’ll listen seeing as she’s COVERED in blood, her usual sarcasm sparce, ❝ we need to go. ❞ @gvrgias

[ofcruelties]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : open. 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : the farm. 𝐜𝐚𝐩 : 6 /5.

valeria glanced up from her book when she heard someone walking past, eyes lighting up with the excitement that she had been quashing for the past hour or so. ❝ oh, wait wait !! ❞ she called out as she carefully shut the sun-faded, dog-eared pages of the book she'd read over a dozen times now, so much so that the spine was starting to show signs of wear. ❝ check it out, look, my first pears of the season !! ❞ she reached into the basket of fruit next to her and thought about throwing one, but decided against it. they were too precious, her heart would ache if its gentle flesh became bruised. instead, she sheepishly handed one over, trying to contain her joy.

[pretty-little-li-ars]

Que comecem as gravacoes 😍😍😍😍❤🙈

[ssvrvivor-blog]

SHE HAD calculated the kill in her head. use her gun on the 3 runners, hide when the clickers came and sneak away. little did she know the only thing that would fuck it up was the one thing she didn’t check --- AMMO. the plan was going smoothly until the last runner snuck up on her. Ella was knocked to the ground. she scrambled to find her gun but to her dismay, it clicked & no bullets came out. “ fuck --- FUCK.” panic began to set in. while scanning the area, she noticed a tree branch and quickly crawled to it ; kicking the runner whenever he would try to grab her. Ella turned, shoving the tree branch into the zombie’s skull.

tears filled her eyes. “ my fucking god ..... ” she whispered, taking a few deep breaths to calm down.

[ncahscrimes]

     “looks like a great day to cause some havoc upon the infected i see over there, don’t you think?” noah stretched her arms, not even bothering to show the other the exact location of the mentioned. -- in her opinion it was quite obvious since she’s been looking in the same direction for a couple of minutes now. “wanna do it the stealthy way or all in?”