#surviivorborn

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i love madison clark more than my own life (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

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just so you know, this blog makes me hella happy, THANK YOU. <3

Just so you know, this message makes me hella happy and beyond. Thank you. <3

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calling out @surviivorborn for her shit ass no reason at all pain 

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“it’s not your job to protect me.”

           HE KNOWS SHE’S RIGHT —- she has a point that newt has nearly forgotten. it wasn’t his job to protect her. it wasn’t his job to protect A N Y O N E. he wasn’t the leader here. he wasn’t in charge. she could take care of herself. HOWEVER, newt feels a protective urge overcome him anytime there’s DANGER and he knows, that despite what she says, he’ll STILL PROTECT HER. 

licking his lips, newt finds himself nodding in response, glancing away briefly as he does. it stings a bit more than he’s willing to admit, even though he knows she’s right ( she always was ) but that didn’t change the fact that he would still protect her, if he could. “ i know that. i know you can take care of yourself, lara. but you don’t HAVE to do this alone, you know. cause … you know, you’re NOT. ” 

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             ☽ Stars. Isaac felt like a star, close to those he cared about but so far to know his true self. A chance to possibly run from his father, to join a new life with Derek and his pack, it was Isaac’s old dream. He loved his father.. loved. Memories now only helped him keep his ground when the full moon was too intense. Times with his pack had grown helpful to when a certain type of moon arised. Unfortunately, he no longer had that benefit and the sudden appearance of a supermoon caught him off guard. 

The power he felt when he was exposed to it, he acted quickly. When she had moved to look at the moon, he disappeared. Already feeling the claws pressing into his nails. No no no no. The door closed behind him but he didn’t lock it. Too focused on trying not to turn. A groan as he pushed his hands against the wall, sweat poured from his brow. He heard her voice, the knock on the door. No no no no. She can’t see him like this. He’s lost control, already feeling the canines press from his gums. ❝ Lara, no. ❞ But he heard the door open and it felt like it was already too late. 

Her voice was low in his breathing heavily, she said his name to try and coax him from the corner. Hands curled into fits, pressing his claws into the palms of his hands. The smell of blood filled his nose as it dripped from the deep cuts his claws made. ❝ No don’t---- don’t come near me. ❞ He begged, another groan escaping him. 

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            ☽ How long had they been traveling together since the first time she pointed a gun at him. Thrown into a mess of infected and his dangerous attempts to keep the fact that he was a werewolf from her, they stuck together. For how long? Until they decided to part ways. Isaac was looking for his pack, his old one. Scott McCall while Lara was wondering. After a certain fight against a horde of infected and Isaac doing the logical thing and trying to get out before he was consumed, they had decided to stick together (two was better than one). It was hard to trust her at first, to not expect a bullet in his head the moment he felt into unconsciousness. 

He had lost sleep, trying to see if she was really evil or just doing this because she was tired of being alone. Trust was a new thing to Isaac since the last people he trust he left but, it had still taken a lot to trust that group. Yet, the more he watched her movements, the more he started to doubt his paranoia. Slowly, very slowly, he started to trust her. Letting her take a longer watch so he could no longer have his body scream at him for the lack of sleep. It felt right, to him at least, to trust her because she was no longer a total stranger to him. Yet, it seemed that trust turned into something deeper. He was catching himself staring for too long when she smiled or when a sudden burst of excitement filled the silence of scavenging a house as she found something useful. He listened to her heart beat slowly when she was sleeping, just checking to make sure she wouldn’t leave him. Like Allison.

He could hear her heartbeat now, beating quickly with the nervousness of his statement. But it was all true, he wanted to kiss her. Quite possibly the first girl in years he wanted to be close with. A step forward and his hand reached up to her check. Her skin felt soft against his fingertips and he felt himself inhale from a breath he was hold in. He then leaned to kiss her, obeying her every wish. 

             ☽ Her lips felt soft against his. Delicate and smooth, Isaac almost melted with the contact. His other hand reached around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He could feel the heat from her cheeks rise with his. The sounds he once heard around them faded away and he could only hear her breathing. It evolved into their own world where it was only the two of them and there weren’t anymore dangers. A focus on her and suddenly Isaac, for once, felt safe. Safe from the infected and the possibility of being found out. Safe from anything that could hurt him. He felt her small hands against his skin. It felt like a roller coaster ride. 

He pulled back, a smile on his lips as he was still inches from her lips. He exhaled in a slight chuckle. Joy, he was finally fucking happy. Who knew someone like him would find happiness in the apocalypse. ❝ Lara.. ❞ He muttered, eyes opening to look at her’s, still at the same closeness.

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              ☽ They had been walking for what seemed days, ducking into what seemed safe places only to find death and destruction waiting for them. His ability to hear them felt as though it was deplating or maybe he wasn’t paying much attention. His ability to smell them was masked by the amount of already dead that ingested into his nostrils. Feeling useless to the point of being unable to detect them until he heard the scream of a runner or the shriek of a clicker, he’d tell Lara it’d be too dangerous to follow down that road. But now, it was becoming incredibly hard to keep it from her that was he was a werewolf. 

The house they found, safe in its entirety, made his paranoia finally ease as they searched it. The close call that had teeth inches from Lara’s skin played back in his mind. A scream as he acted fast, his claws pushing out of his nails as the knife he bared came down into the skill of the rotten one. Claws sinking deep into the sensitive flesh of its neck and spraying her with blood. His own hand was soaked but he didn’t care. No use wasting water to clean something that could be cleaned elsewhere. Lara had went upstairs while he inspected the kitchen. Food, anything to eat. He checked the sink curiously wondering if running water was still a thing. A defeated sigh as there wasn’t and the kitchen seemed pretty empty for the most part. He didn’t dare open the fridge since the smell of rotten milk was threatening to make him gag. 

❝ Did you find anything? ❞ He called, not wanting to make a mad dash to their stash of food that was already depleting. No answer, unfortunate that she wasn’t a werewolf and this yelling thing wouldn’t be so dangerous. Isaac made his way up to the stairs and opened the closest door to find Lara shirtless in the middle of changing. He stared for a moment as the fabric covered her pale sides. And then her eyes were on him. ❝ I’ve been standing here for a bit now. ❞

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