#lb.starter

[talia-epstein]

“Hey there, hot stuff,” Talia cooed with a half-cocked grin toward the other person, mischievous gleam swimming in her eyes. “We should drink, make out, jump off cliffs. I’m in the mood for, y’know, fun.”

[evan-sterling-blog]

                              Shifting on her feet slightly, Evan kept her eyes downcast, hands fidgeting at her side. “I’m, uh... I’m gonna go out to see if I can find some things. Did you, uhm -- do you need... anything?” Lifting her gaze briefly, she offers a small, if not awkward, smile. “I can, erm... I can keep an eye out for something if you, uh... if you need it.” She’s trying. The frustrating part? Socializing was something she used to be good at. There hadn’t always been this skittishness. This weariness. But that’s what the end of the world does to you. Turns you into something you weren’t before.

[andireiss]

        “Y’know what I miss most about the good ol’ days? People knockin’ on doors - ‘specially locked ones - instead’a just bargin’ in someplace.” Sure - she couldn’t actually lay claim to some abandoned gym, but the effort she’d put into fixing the lock on the front door and boarding up the rest of the entrances made her feel a bit territorial. “So, what’re ya after? ‘Cause most the shit in here’s been scrapped, and ya aint takin’ what’s mine without a fight.”

[evan-sterling-blog]

                              Stiff as a board, Evan holds her ground, body tense and rigid. “I’m... I’m not, uh... not looking for any trouble,” she ventures cautiously, hand outstretched in surrender. Her eyes dance this way and that, mind working through a million different outcomes in the span of a few seconds. “We can... we can both go our, uh, our separate ways. This doesn’t... doesn’t have to be a big deal.” She swallows then, ears straining --- in the distance a deafening click sounds. Unnatural and horrific.

[kensingtcns-blog]

Benjamin was one of those people who didn't really think about boudaries, one that liked to live his life a little bit dangerously, which meant he could often be found in places he probably shouldn't be found in. Yeah, it was stupid, but it was who he was as a person. Meaning he found himself propped up on a car he'd found out in the middle of a small neighborhood, watching as a few Clickers tried to listen for any slight movements that anyone or anything had made. Even though he liked danger, he knew to sit far enough away from them that they couldn't hear him, but the sound of crunching gravel under someone or something's foot caused him to jump slightly, his hand instantly flying to his gun as he turned towards them. "I wouldn't move another muscle because if you do, those fucks will hear it and we'll both be dead." He spoke lowly, nodding his head towards the clickers who'd barely moved since the sound rang out. "You looking for something specific? Houses over there look like they haven't been looted and I'll come along but we'll have to deal with the clickers first.."