#ofbrokenwatches

[thedemogcrgon]

ok but how do you even SEE bro

L͎͕̪̘͔̜̦I͖ͅͅK̲̠͉E͓̬̲ ̜̳͕̺̼̰A͖̪͎̼̫͔͙ ̘̜̟̯C͍L̬̗͈͉I̦̠̱̫̤C̖̤̮̰͙K̯̰E͉̻R̥,͙̰͖̲ I̱̫͔ U̻͙͍̹̳͕S͙̻͓E̥̠͙͎̜͎ͅ E͚̹C͕͚̞̻̠͓HO̱͚͍L̠̳̠̹̗̭O͕C͓̼̫̤͖ͅA̮̼̯T̞̺̯̳I͎͈O̮̱̲͈̰͍N̥̰.̭͓̯..̳̹.̟̙W̰̻̩̺AI̜͕̺͔̳̘̰T͕̺̹̹̺̗̟̻̹̪I̖̻̪̥ ̣̺͖̰̜̭͈D͍͕O͍͔̪̪̩N͚̖̯̘'̩͉T̺͕̼͎͓̳̠ ̳̺H͔̠̺͔̲̗AV̤̜E̦͉̣̩͉̳̩ ̬͈E͎AR̬̰͙͓ͅS ̜̗̦̳̯ͅḚ̲̬̯͎̘̪I̪̪TH͇̻͈̤E͕R̥.̺͇͍̣̞̹̮̣̙͙̣̥͖̻̲ͅͅU̠͍̻̬̬̬̩Ḫ̝͍̣M̮͇.͎̲ I͙͕͎͖̦ ̰̲̯̫̦̖G̗̟̝ͅO͈̦̩ ̙̪̼̟B̯Y ͙̜̦̫̗̪ͅM̘̗̗Y̭̖̼ͅ ̣I̫̰͉̦̞NST̝͇I̦̜̮̠̥̙N̤̱̗̮͉̭͖C̫̗̠̭̲͎T̹S̤̟͕̯̠̜̻̻̟̝̤̣̥̻.̠̖͚͙̜.̰.̬̥̖̹̦̝̖.ͅ i̟̩̮̣͍f͕͙͚̳ ̦̪̪̼͇̼i͙ ̦͇͉͉d̮̻̙͔̗o̹̗̠̳n̞͎̭t̰̲ ̬͎͕̯̘h̪̟̫̭a̖̠v͍̟̮̬̰ẹ͎͉ ̲̜e͉̥̩̗y͔̱͇̰͙̘ͅe̱͇̩̯s̝͖̮ ̼̯̦̦o̲̘̭̠r͎̭ ̤̬̯̗e̮͈̰̥͍̲ͅa̱͈̲r̞̬͍̫s ̙̮̟̩̤̦th̠̺̠e̹n̝̥̗̳̙̦ ̩̳̠̮̼̲̖h̹o͎̠͖w̫̮̫ͅ ͎̝͉̙̖̱d͇͚͖̻̗̻̰o̟ͅ ͖͕̺̮͔̩I̘̳͔͇ ̪̼̮̮͖̹k̜͚̥no͔͕̭ͅw͇̮̬̮͓ ͉̱̜̖̤͔̺w͉͎̭̮͚̞hͅḙ̲̙̙̺ṟ̠͚̪̻̹e͕͔͍̰ ͙t͕͎̯̭͍̼h͈̹̻͎̦̠͉ḛ ͔͓b̠̦loo̳̺d ̪͚̣ͅi̲̼s͙̭͚.̮̰̟͖̝.͇̪̤̼͈.̜̤͉͈̖̳̮̮̤͕͎͕W̟̱H̭͚̯͖A͓͚T ̫H͙̼̝̭A͕V̞͈ͅḚ ͕̜͙͎̪YO̟̤͔̤U̬̱ ̝͔̪D̬̖̪̪͙O̩͈N͖͇̻E̩̖̖̩

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“What are you staring at?” she exclaimed, not really mean to so harsh but her tone of voice still laced with aggression as she ruffled her hair slightly, clicking her very rarely worn heels (thanks to recent circumstances) together with a small smile looking up at the figure in front of her. A figure who had probably had their eyes on the blonde for quite some time now, whether that was on purpose or not would be another story.

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✏️📒 + news of some sort?

@ofbrokenwatches

[beaniesandmachetes--a]

Accent!

ACCENT MEME 

2/10

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@ofbrokenwatches || continued from {x}

        The shotgun lowered fractionally, tilting away from the other just enough not to accidentally shoot her but not so far that she couldn’t lift it again in a hurry if she needed to. Not that Sarah believed she could shoot someone, anyway. Aiming a gun at a person was vastly different than aiming a gun at a rabbit or deer on a father-daughter hunting trip.

         “…Are y’sick?” she asks, quiet. She hopes not. The girl couldn’t be much older or younger than herself. Still, she makes no further move to come out of her hiding place, wedged tightly in a closet. “Who’er you?

        "It's Ellie..." Ellie had put away her knife that she had been carrying, hoping to ease the others mind. She was younger than she was, or at least the same age. Luckily it had been her who found her in the closet instead of the things walking around, or worse. Yes. There was worse out here now. Raiders. Who knows what would’ve happened to her. 

        “No. I’m not sick.” The girl replies, holding her hands up as she tries to comfort the other. She looked very scared, and she couldn’t blame her. The infection rattled people to the very bone. Fortunately, Ellie was used to making it on her own. Not to this degree, but she definitely could handle herself. 

        “You should really find a better hiding spot.” The girl suggested, before looking around the room. Ellie wasn’t going to be caught off guard. “Is anybody with you?”