@onefortheghosts “ They’re not alive. Okay? It’s not like killing an actual living human being. They’re dead, and they’re starving, and they’re dangerous, and you have to be ready to kill them in a heartbeat. ” // Apocalypse verse; for Shuri from Sam Uley (he's the first shapeshifter, who leads the remaining members of the pack after the attack they all suffered back home.)
Shuri had never hesitated before, though she had only gone out on hunts a few times. She was the one who was in charge of technology end of things on the farm. Everything that had been brought to life, Shuri had managed to make it on her own. Yet, this time was different. It wasn’t just another walker. It wasn’t just another face without a soul anymore. This was her brother, the lifeline she was once tethered to. A man who once led Wakanda to its brightest paths.
Her hands shook as she aimed the silenced rifle at the walkers head. But, it didn’t make it any easier to hear Sam’s words. She knew he was right, knew she needed to simply put him out of his misery. Needed to make sure things didn’t get any worse for him. He was barely recognizable, yet she could still tell it was him. “He’s my brother.” Her words are gentle, right to the point, before she lowers her weapon to wipe at hot tears that threaten to spill down her cheeks. “I can do it. It’s fine. I just- I just need a second.”