#p:kip

[annabethporter-blog]

6/25/16

Since her pool was being redone her son was a bit depressed about it. Ever since running into Isaiah when Louie ran into his yard,  she thought surprising her son would be a nice way to cheer him up. Packing his bag she walked into his room and pulled his minion swim trunks from his closet and woke him up. “Wanna go swimming?” When he opened his eyes she had a smile on her face as he jumped up and took off running. “NOT HERE!” she ran after him and noticed him staring out the back door at the empty pool. “Not here.” Walking over she picked up her son and walked over towards the couch to sit down. “Let’s put your shorts on and then we’ll go.” Changing her sons clothes he was even more excited. Grabbing the things she needed she put them in her bag and walked out the door with her son following behind her. 

Opening the back passenger door she waited for him to climb in and buckle himself and handed him his minion sippy cup before getting in the car herself. “Are you going to be good?” When he nodded she texted Isaiah she told him she was coming over with a very excited three year old. After texting Isaiah she pulled out of the driveway and headed towards Isaiah’s. 

@kip-isaiah

[charlie-hall]

Fire in the Earth || Kip & Charlie

It wasn’t noble ideals or a vicious need to help others that prompted Charlie to volunteer for the next patrol. It was boredom. Mind-numbing, yawn inducing boredom. Sure, the 24 year old wanted to help the group, show that she was more than capable of being trusted with the group’s security and survival, but she worried that she might implode if her boots didn’t scrap the tough gravel outside of the Home Depot and breathe in the fresh air. Charlie inhaled deeply, lungs filling with the atmosphere that didn’t smell like wood and paint as she took a step outside, armed completely with any weapon she acquired throughout her journey from New York City to this destination. California never seemed that far prior to the apocalypse. But now, California seemed like a distant dream, that some nights, while she was lying awake unable to shake the memory of the knife wounds in her mother’s head, felt impossible, a place they would never reach.

Charlie sighed, scuffing her boot along the sidewalk just outside the store as she waited for Kip, her patrol partner for the day. If anyone had an odd relationship it was Kip and Charlie. Almost complete opposites, the young woman always felt her brow quirk when she mulled over their friendship, an unlikely one of sorts that seemed to work despite it all. Maybe that’s what apocalypses did, Charlie reasoned. But there wasn’t anything to dislike about Kip. He had always been kind to her, taking time out of his day to guide her in these newfound powers. But her favorite thing about the eccentric man was his sense of humor. Even on the darkest days, Kip found a way to make Charlie smile and she hoped she did the same for him. Yes, it was an unlikely friendship but a great one.

Something bright and red caught her attention, moving gently against the breeze. Shielding her eyes from the sun, Charlie pinpointed her birdhouse in a nearby tree. Evie’s birdhouse dangled close by her own and caused a grin to split the redhead’s face. A bird flew around the houses, a little hope for normalcy. Birdhouses looked so simple hanging in the trees, an artifact from another time. Tree houses would be a fine way to hide from the terror on the ground.

[eli-gray]

Down in a Hole || Kip + Eli

Six o'clock in the morning saw Eli standing on top of the house at the end of the road, gaze turned eastward as he looked for whatever Samson thought was coming. He didn't know what he was looking for, but his brother had told him he'd know it when he saw it. He couldn't pretend that didn't leave him uneasy, an odd sort of energy in the air that had him tense when he almost never was. It might have been fear, but it didn't feel the same, just an unsettling mixture of anticipation and trepidation that had him standing there longer than he should have been, trying to catch a glimpse of the approaching storm.

Samson was right. He knew it when he saw it. The first few stragglers stumbling up the road, and he felt the rainwater chilling his skin as he watched them. They were nothing, just the normal sort of shambler, but then his gaze lifted and he could see back down the way they came, see the small black marks that looked like ants, and he understood what it was.

It was nonstop as soon as he got back to the house. His brother was like a madman, checking and double checking every possible entrance and for once Eli was right there with him. He didn't question him and he didn't call him out on being so intense all the time, because he'd seen the horde that was coming for them and he thought it was the worst they'd ever had come at them. Even the Lincoln Tunnel had at least been on their terms. He had a vague memory of when this had all started, of being holed up in the gas station while a few strays tried to claw their way inside, but they'd been nothing. And while the thought didn't scare him, because he wasn't half as terrified in this world as he should have been, there were still people in here he would've been sorry to see killed or bit or turned into a monster. The first of which was probably Hannah.

It occurred to him that he hadn't seen her since he'd told her no in the morning, and it sent fear crawling down his spine that she'd followed him anyway, that maybe she was somewhere out there behind a locked and barricaded door and he'd left her out there. It had him in something like panic mode, and for once he was actually carrying the handgun on him while he moved from room to room. She could be anywhere, even if she was inside it, and he hated that he didn't know. The feeling was made worse when he heard something banging, right outside the walls.