❛ do you really think i’m going to trust you that easily ? ❜
❛ ‘m sorry love, but you don’t really have much of a CHOICE. ❜ whispered statement hisses past thin lips into shared space, gun pointed not at the stranger beside, but at the door ahead. from beyond, shadows pass across grime covered windows, a cacophony of the undead bringing with them a chill only DEATH’S RATTLE can provide.
❛ i dunno about you, but i don’t fancy dying over baked beans & some out of date ❜ a glance down at the packaging lying abandoned at their feet, nose crinkling involuntarily, ❛ TWINKIES. ❜
*:･ QUESTION MEME 〈 * ACCEPTING. 〉