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When people said you needed lots of things to make you happy, to make you feel safe, to make you feel wanted they were lying. It was the little things that truly mattered, it was the little things that Lori enjoyed. 

Winter had hit the group hard and fast,they had to go on runs all the time to get themselves suitable clothing and other supplies. They hadn't expected it to come so quickly and affect them so badly but it did. Lori enjoyed winter, if she was right, it would be nearly thanksgiving by now.  She was thankful for a lot of things this year, especially their lives, the lives of all her friends and family that were still around to see this weather and the prison, the place they called home.

It was a snowy wintry day so most people were huddled up in the warmth inside, Lori was walking when she spotted Tess out not too far from the fence. She gathered up some snow in her hand, got close and launched it at her friend.

"Slam dunk biatch"

[unadulterated-violence]

Wᴇʟʟ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ 100 ʏᴇᴛ, ғᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ғᴀsᴛ. Sᴏ ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴊᴇʀᴋs, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.

roadsidebonnie- BRUH YOU KICKSTARTED THIS ENTIRE BLOG. Tʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴜᴛᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɢɪᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ʙʀᴏᴡɴɪᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪsᴛ. Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴏʀᴋ's Kʏʟᴇ's ғɪʀsᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ.  Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ Eᴘ 4 ᴏғ Sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 2 ɪs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏɴ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀɢᴏ. Eᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜɴ ɪᴛ ᴘᴀssᴇs!

revupyerharley - Dᴜᴅᴇ, Hᴀʀʟᴇᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ Kʏʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴛᴏᴘ sᴇᴛs ᴏғ ʙᴀʙᴇs ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ! Hᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ! Tʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ғɪᴛ ɴɪᴄᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ! Yᴏᴜ, ʏᴇs ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʀᴀᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀs ʜᴇᴄᴋɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴ! Yᴏᴜ ʀᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴏʙsᴄᴜʀᴇ ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ɪᴛ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʟᴀɴᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪsᴛ. Nᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ I ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ Hᴀʀʟᴇᴇɴ ᴀs ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ, sᴏ ʏᴇ.

lorigrxmes - Hᴇʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ; Kʏʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Lᴏʀɪ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. Sᴏ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sʜɪᴘ ɢᴇᴛs ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴏɴ, I sᴡᴇᴀʀ I'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ᴘᴀɢᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ. Bᴜᴛ ʜᴇʏ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ sᴏ ғᴀʀ, sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

auntcassie & auntcasshamada - -ᴄʀɪᴇs- ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙɪᴇs. Tʜɪs ɪs ʙʏ ғᴀʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ sʜɪᴘs ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴏɢ. Aɴʏ Cᴀss I ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ I ɪɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ sʜɪᴘ Kʏʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇʏ ᴛᴡᴏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ. Iᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ...ᴡᴏʀᴋs. Iᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs. I ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇs. I'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ɪғ I sᴇᴇᴍ ɪɴᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ, sᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙɪʀᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ sᴛᴏɴᴇ.

mysticbacon - Yᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ/ᴄᴏ-ʀᴜɪɴᴇʀ ᴏғ Mɪᴋᴇ's ʟɪғᴇ~! Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʜᴇʟʟᴀ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ. Wᴇ'ᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀs, ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsɪɴɢʟʏ, sᴏ I'ᴍ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. Nᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴏғ Fᴏxʏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ Bᴏɴɴɪᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇʟʟᴀ ʀᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Iᴛ'ᴅ ʙᴇ sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ ʟɪᴋᴇ Rᴇʙs ᴡʜᴏ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅғᴜʟ ᴏғ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴏʀ ɪᴅᴇᴀs, ʙᴜᴛ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsɪɴɢʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ! Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ I ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴜɪɴ Mɪᴋᴇ's ᴀɴᴅ Jᴇʀᴇᴍʏ's ʟɪᴠᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ. 

cindytomyfriends - Oʜ ʙᴏʏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ sʜɪᴘs -ᴛʜɪs sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪsᴛ, ɪsɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ?-. I ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴘ, I ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜɴ, I ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ, ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴏᴜᴛ, ʏᴇᴀʜ? Aʟʟ ɪs ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʀᴀᴅ, Kʏʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Cɪɴᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴀ. ᴄᴜᴛɪᴇs, ʙ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄ....ᴡᴇʟʟ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴜsᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇ Sᴄᴜᴍʙᴀɢ Cʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ.

cerebrisiscarius - Oɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪsᴛ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ'ᴍ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴡɪᴍᴘ. I'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ/sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ, sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴅᴀʏs ᴏғ Hᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ Sʜᴀᴡɴ. Kʏʟᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴡʀᴇsᴛʟᴇ, Hᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴀ ᴘʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴᴀʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɢᴏɪɴɢ. Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ, ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ!

restxnpieces - Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ I ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ. I'ᴍ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs, I ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ Exᴘᴇɴᴅᴀʙʟᴇs, sᴏ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢʀᴀsᴘ ᴏғ Bᴀʀɴᴇʏ's ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. I'ᴍ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ -ʏᴇs ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜɴ- sᴇᴇᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ I ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

hxneylemon - Gᴏsʜ ᴅɪᴅᴅɪʟʏ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ! Aʟᴀs, I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ BH6 ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs. Hᴏɴᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ Kʏʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛᴏ ғᴀʟʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍʏ sᴇᴍɪ-sʜɪᴘs ᴏғ I sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ sʜɪᴘ ɪᴛ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪғ I sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ. Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ sᴏ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ. Bᴜᴛ ʜᴇʏ I ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ sᴏ ғᴀʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ, sᴏ I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ!

schxnste - Mʏ ᴏɴʟʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Sɴᴏᴡ! Jᴇsᴜs I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴘᴜsʜ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴘ ғᴀʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇx ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ. Iᴛ's sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴜʙᴍɪssɪᴠᴇ, ʜᴀᴘᴘɪᴇʀ, ʟᴇss sᴍᴇʟʟʏ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ Bɪɢʙʏ, ᴍɪɴᴜs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ. Bᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ/ғʟɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ɴᴜᴅᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢ sᴇssɪᴏɴ. Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sɪɴᴋ ɪɴ Sɴᴏᴡ-ᴍᴜɴ. Lᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴀ~! 

mxybelle-  Oʜ ʙᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴜᴍʙs. Kʏʟᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ Mᴀʏʙᴇʟʟᴇ, ᴏʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ʀᴜᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. Mᴀʏʙᴇʟʟᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴘɪᴛᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ sᴀss sʜᴇ ɪs, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅsʜɪᴘ ᴏɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ sɪᴅᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇɴᴄᴇ.  As ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜɴ, I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʜɪʟᴀʀɪᴏᴜs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs sᴍᴀʟʟ sɪᴅᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ TWDG ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ. 

supposedtobeamxmsoon - Oɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟ. I'ᴠᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴅɪᴄᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. Sᴏ, ɪᴛ's sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ sʜᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʙʜ, I'ᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ Cʟᴇᴍs. 

halfandhalf-kaneki - Aɴᴅ ʟᴀsᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ, Jᴀɪ. Jᴀɪ ʜᴀs sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴍʏ FIRST ʙʟᴏɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ 2 ʏᴇᴀʀs. Sʜᴇ's sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ, ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴏɴ ᴊᴇʀᴋs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴇᴀsᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀs ɢᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. Sʜᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴏʟᴅ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴅᴇᴠᴏʟᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʜᴏʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, sᴏ ʙʟᴇss ʜᴇʀ.

Oғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ I'ʟʟ ᴅᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ sʜᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘᴀɴᴅ ᴀs ᴍʏ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ʀɪsᴇ. Rɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴀᴛ 95, sᴏ I ʜᴏᴘᴇ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴏɴ ʜɪᴛ 100. Sᴜʀᴇ, ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ 100-ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴛ's ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴀ ɴᴏᴛ-sᴏ-100-ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ-ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ-ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. I ᴍᴀʏ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs ᴇᴠᴇɴ! Sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏʟ' ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ I'ʟʟ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢ. Mᴀʏ ᴍʏ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ's ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴘʀᴏsᴘᴇʀɪᴛʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀs.

[frontlinefugitive]

"I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant."

"Here’s a dictionary, look up what the fuck ‘rude’ actually means."

Frankly, that was pretty rude.

[carl--g-rimes-blog]

"Oh my god. Are you okay?"

                                      “I— I’m fine. It’s just a scratch."

The last thing he needed was his mom worrying about him, he offered her a small grin that tugged at his lips along his facial features.

[mothergrimesarchive-blog]

"It hurts."

babysisterdixon

Walking, step by step, foot by foot. This was all they seemed to do nowadays. Lori was tired and broken. It was funny really, she could sum up her feelings into the categories tired and broken, there was so many other adjectives she could use to describe herself but those two words just fit. It was like the last pieces of the puzzle being slotted in the reveal all of her. She and Brynn had been split from the group for a while now, after the farm they got separated.

Everything had been going good when they were at the farm, yeah the drama with Rick was not the best situation but they had a home, they were safe, they were together. Now she spent every second of every single day wondering where the hell her family were, her friends were, where her life was. 

She was thankful she wasn’t alone admittedly, if she had been alone she would have been dead long before now, they took care of each other. Lori was getting bigger now, the morning sickness had password, thankfully, but now she was dragging around a growing baby. Walking was soon not going to be much of an option.

If you asked her at this exact moment what she was scared of, she could give you an entire list. There would be a short version of course, and that would be that her family are dead and not having somewhere safe to be when the baby comes. She tried to block those thoughts like they were a bad smell but they kept coming back, creeping into her mind like a stalker in the night, it was hard, it was so hard.

There were a good few miles away from the farm now, it’d been a week since it had all happened. That week felt like a year, time was slow when you were hungry. 

Her survival buddy had gone to get some food, if Lori were to walk another inch without something in her stomach she would drop dead on the ground. So she stayed on a rock, she had been waiting for Brynn to come back for a good hour before she started to worry.  She kept her gun in her hand like it was the last thing she had on earth.

Eventually she heard some rustling in the bushes and an injured Brynn caught her sight. The panic felt like an electric current rushing through her. ‘It hurts’ her friend uttered. Lori didn’t saying anything at first. What if she was bit? Would she have to kill her? She couldn’t do this alone.

"What the hell happened to you?" Her words finally found the surface.  ]

She kept her distance until she got a response.

[mothergrimesarchive-blog]

"For goodness' sake! LET US BE YOUNG."

exxsecratus

"Being young is hard when theres a horde of walkers heading towards you!" She laughed softly. She knew what he meant she missed feeling safe, being you, running about.

She wished the whole thing hadn’t happened, she wished everything could go back to how it was before. She wanted to feel happy again. What she wanted most of all was a drink.

"I’m 21 now, if this was before I would have had a drink by now, I want a drink" She stated. She was probably going to die in the next couple months so why the hell not. 

"You can come with me or forever be nicknamed chicken mcchick pants"

[junkie-jesse-blog]

Accents

If I get ten “accents” I’ll record myself saying all this!

3/10

[mothergrimesarchive-blog]

"Give it back." [ young lori being a butt and trying to annoy pacey on purpose after they get to know each other better? lol ]

A soft giggle escaped her lips. “You’ll have to chase me for it grandpa” Her giggle transformed into a loud laugh. She ran round a tree.

"Come on, if you want it so badly"