#sanctuary:start

[delilahhgrey-blog]

Delilah ran from the hoarde of undead. She was sure she had never ran this fast before the outbreak started, and a few times she was sure she was going to slip and fall on her face. She could see an old building coming up in the distance, and although she didn’t know what she would find inside she figured it was her only chance. Delilah pulled open the door to the building, slamming it shut behind her. She held her weight against it, taking a moment to catch her breath when she noticed something moving across the room. “Who’s there?” She asked,  gripping her knife tighter and feeling stupid for leaving her other weapons back at camp. 

[nixcalvetti]

“Great.. Just great.” Waverly muttered to herself as she jiggled the doorknob again. Not wanting to bother the supply runners, the medic had taken upon herself to go seek out resources herself. Maybe she’ll stumble on something by luck - be it for medical or personal purposes. And when she was exploring through an abandoned building, she hadn’t anticipated on the door locking on her. Being locked in a creepy building was just how she wanted her day to go. “H-Hello?” She called out meekly, out of fear from not knowing how long she would be locked in here for and also from not knowing who might be on the other side of this door. What if there were walkers lurking right outside? What if there were killers right outside? Waverly hesitantly pounded on the door, “I..Is someone ou-Out there? I’m a bit.. well... I’m stuck in here..”

[maxcxllins-blog]

"I'm fine, okay? I said I was fine," Max grumbled from the ground. She had tripped while running so was now sporting a very inconvenient twisted ankle. She sighed, so much for going one day without incident.

[outlander-maya-blog]

The glow on the horizon pulled Maya’s attention from her own dying fire.  At first she wondered if someone had been dumb enough to light up their camp, but no, this was a huge fire and it was in the direction of the city.   She’d not gone too far in her leaving, reluctant to put too much distance between herself and the last of her family.   Her stomach dropped as she realized the place in flames was the same she’d left her brother behind him.

“Fuck,” she said, instantly moving to grab her bag.  She didn’t bother to pack up the items she’d sorted out, rather just grabbing her weapons and the few things closest and jumping up.   She said nothing to the person sharing her light, her thoughts simply on getting back to the city.  Hopping over the fallen tree she’d been sitting on, she kept her eyes on the ground to avoid tripping as she rushed to start her journey back.   Whether her temporary guest followed or cared, she didn’t notice, all that mattered was getting back.

[clarkecohen-blog]

Watching the city be torn apart was a lot harder than Clarke initially thought. With her sister long gone and her brother now dead, she was left with nothing. She was just a kid lost in an adult world, and she just didn't know what to do. Though a part of her found it humorous that the city crumbling in front of her was pretty much a metaphor for her life. How... quaint.

She was ready to give up - to concede to the life that was no doubt an inevitability, but here she was; tentatively walking the broken roads -- numbly following those who had promised her that the grass truly was greener on the other side, and with nothing left to lose -- she believed them.

Clarke was a Martyr now, and not in the way she had once envisioned.

"Wait... did you hear that?" she glanced over her shoulder before falling behind to check up on the noise, her trusty knife still ever present in her grip. "-- Who's there?" she called out.

[irisambrxse-blog]

Panic wasn’t something that plagued Iris; in any situation, she always stayed level headed and figured out a solution to her problem. Her current problem, wasn’t all to easy to solve, however. Threats to her life were all around her, taking the shape of bullets, people who came toward her to stab her and the likes. She had no idea how she’d remained alive for so long, but she kept doing what she’d been doing, using the gun she had skillfully and also making use of a blade whenever her enemy came close enough. Her lucky streak ran out, however, when she felt pain rip through her mid-section, letting the blade drop to the ground as she pressed her left hand to her new wound, her right hand gripped around the gun as she fired two shots at the man who’d shot her before she ran away, finding a place where to hide. Iris dropped to the ground behind a building, her mouth dropping as the pain hit her fully; the bullet had landed on her left side, the blood was gushing and she had no idea how to stop it. Small whimpers left her mouth; she didn’t think that this would be the way to go, it was too sudden, too stupid. Her fingers pressed firmly to the wound, trying her hardest to stop the bleeding, hoping that someone would find and help her. This was the first time she felt panic settle in her chest.

[kcvgvn]

"L..Let me go!"

A cry rang out in the air and a brunette could be seen surrounded by at least three people. Who they were, Brooklyn hadn't a clue. She knew security protecols were stricter ever since the disappearances and deaths happened. She had been lucky to stay clear of danger - until now. She came out which seemed like a completely stupid mistake right about now and before she knew it, the cook was jumped. Brooklyn was pretty disorientated from the blow with the butt of the gun to her cheek but still, she tried to fight back. None of it was helping her though and eventually, the group was dragging her on the ground in a direction. Panic sank in when Brooklyn had no idea where they were going and the words being exchanged the men gave her no solace. Were they going to kill her? This wasn't how Brooklyn thought she would die in this apocalypse. Either by her heart or by zombie. Not by humans. "T..This is not happening." She mumbled which earned her a hard kick in the stomach, followed by a shout telling her to shut up.

[erindxniels-blog]

Erin was in the middle of grabbing a pipe from hers and Joseph's work station when a hand had grabbed her arm and threw her from the small room. She landed with a thud and was met with the sword of an approaching male, a sickening smirk on his lips as he edged closer. Using her hands and feet, the twenty-three year old scooted back as quickly as she could; eyes never leaving the weapon. "Why -- why are you doing this? We didn't do anything wrong!" Instead of an answer, Erin's ears were met with a scoff. So she kept moving backwards, but then --- wall. She couldn't go any further. "Please. Don't."