#pitts;start

[survivesqz]

status: open starter location: residential qz area (after curfew)

his shift was finally over at the lookout. after sixteen hours, and fedra needing to find a replacement last minute, kane had been on a double. they relieved him at 0400 and all he wanted to do was fucking sleep. walking back through the streets of the qz he couldn't help but notice a figure in the distance. whoever it was, they were ballsy enough to be out after curfew without reason. "you know you're not meant to be out here right?" kane spoke in a hushed tone trying not to startle the other too much.

[forgedqzs]

open starter @ the bar "oh, god, oh, no, no, i'm so sorry!" maya apologized immediately, having knocked over the patron's glass, the liquid spilling all over the counter and dripping onto them. "it was an accident, i didn't mean to, god, i'm so sorry, so sorry, uhm hang on, here's some napkins, do you need more? i'll get more."

[katiexklein]

Katie flexed her hand. The skin was raw and sore. If she squinted hard enough, she could imagine that her hand looked just as it used to all those years ago. The soreness would have been from hours of writing. Her exhaustion would have been from studying late into the night after coming home from having a drink with friends. If only she'd realized how good those times had been.

"You know what I miss most?" Her smile was distant, far from the hunger and horrors that gnawed at them. "That cucumber melon lotion. You know the one with the gingham label." She turned to the person beside her. "Do you remember or am I showing my age again?"

[apoclyptics]

❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 ! ❜ honey tones greet the other, sweet and innocent in sound but there's definitely something devilish beneath the surface. she wasn't climbing the fence to escape. was she climbing the fence ? yes. escaping ? no. she had always been just that little bit untrustworthy, hence the garnered moniker that she had adopted, but there was an innocent reason behind her early morning climb. ❛ i just wanted to watch the sunrise. ❜

| open starter.

[endvresurvivor]

theme : winter famine event

location : west border wall, inside the qz

triggers : blood, violence mention

time was running out. while frankie’s calculations had been aligned for his benefit before & during his trip to the outside, as soon as he had scurried his way back into the quarantine zone, the odds stopped playing on his favor. he had encountered a group of four— no, six— raiders he hadn’t notice until it was too late; he knew the fatigue caused by the famine had taken a toll on him & yet, he kept doing what he was best at : his goddamn job. getting jumped on by a bunch of young idiots wasn’t stopping him.

after having crawled in through one of the underground passages, he leans against the fence, a wave of sudden pain making every nerve sting. so he was not only out of luck but out of adrenaline too. the stab wounds & every other scratch he didn’t know he had were making themselves known, just as the flashlights from the lookout posts start coming his way. fucking great. his senses are almost completely numbed that he barely notices the figure that approaches him out of the corner of his eye. once he does, he backs up, shaky hands raised in surrender. ❛ hey, hey, easy. listen— i can.. split the cargo with you if you don’t.. tell on me. ❜ holding a hand to his side, his fingers are coated in crimson & his vision turns blurry but he has to keep it together. ❛ please— what do you want? ❜

[endureqz]

"wait, wait, wait, stop. what are we talking about again? i'm confused."

[brckenboi]

status: open location: diner

"Finally", the man sighed, one of relief and gratefulness. It had been a long two weeks, especially with the extra patrols for the missing. Shoveling food into his mouth didn't stop him from speaking. "I was starting to think that truck would never come."

[brokenwiingss]

Open starter: to everyone Location: Medicine Tent Area

Lara had been approached by a nurse about another patient waiting in the tent for her. She was on her break, hungry since she had gone to work without eating first. She had hoped to eat in peace, long enough to enjoy the food but that wasn’t going to happen. Being a doctor was tough and stressful but she knew what she signed up for. Nodding, she sets tosses her food out, washed her hands and headed in, taking the file from the nurse and looking over it as she spoke. “Alright, what seems to be the problem?” She asked, glancing over the next page then looks up at the patient sitting on the cot.