#ratrisk

[empathiie-archived]

@ratrisk -- for nick clark.

“nick?” alicia has to be dead because how else would her brother be here? maybe it’s another fever dream, maybe he would be the one to lead her to padre; but she was beginning to think that padre was just made up after all, to give the survivors some semblance of hope.     “i think i’m dead, nick.” nothing’s changed, not really. her arm is still missing. “i have to take the tower. they’re going to die if i don’t.”

[roseguidedarc]

@ratrisk​ ASKED,  𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆  𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 , 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂 <𝟑

           𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄,  𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀’𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄.   blue eyes, slightly widened, peer at his features && a smile overcomes her lips for a moment.   though the pair of them sit in a forest surrounded by trees, sunlight streaming through, shoulder to shoulder gloria leans forward until her own lips can press a   𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂   to nick’s shoulder before withdrawing.   backpack sits just to the left of her,  a bandage with just a little bit of blood seeping through it covers the upper part of her arm where, underneath, a slash from a hunting knife scars her flesh.   they’d been out together , on somewhat of a run , when they ran into a couple of guys that tried to intimidate them into giving up what they had.  one thing lead to another, gloria remembers killing one of them as he lunged at her, && then she felt the pain in her arm !     ;      a grimace, a surprised look back toward the man && then dead.   ❝  don’t go all soft on me just yet,  clark. ❞  teases the blonde woman with a blossoming smile to her lips.   ❝  i’ll be fine.  it’s just a little cut, alright?  ❞   gloria aims to   𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮    whatever worry nick might have about her well being.   ❝  good thing i picked up that partial med kit we found, huh? ❞  brow arches, head shaking locks of hair that had grown significantly longer since outbreak day so long before.    ❝  just- . . let me sit here for a second.  then we can go, won’t be long. ❞