#tessacampbell

[imaginari1x1-blog]

"But think about it, in ten years it won't even look like that big of an age difference!"

Thomas gave the short woman a long-lasting look, silently asking her if she really thought that was any kind of reassurance. "In ten years it won't, but I'm not particularly sure either of us has the patience for ten years." He sighed and turned his head. It had been years since he gave a damn about other people might think, but being with this group meant behaving, and behaving meant not ripping the clothes off of someone more than a decade younger. Besides, he hardly thought either of them would be alive in ten years, much less together. "You really should have told me to stop that day." There was a tone of resignation in his voice. He was giving up. Might as well give in to his desires. They would probably all die soon anyway.

[rose-benedict]

Mercy For None || Tessa & Rose

It was quiet. At least, that's what she was convincing herself of. Rose was shutting herself off from the noises outside. The crack and crunch of skulls being crushed, the metal wall being hit time and time again and oud gunshots over it all. She couldn't quite remember when the group had realized they were under attack. It had been in the morning that was for sure, though technically, the sun hadn't reached its zenith yet. It had felt like hours to her, but she knew that no more than fifteen minutes had passed. Something had been at the window, or perhaps one of the patrols had seen someone, she didn't know. There wasn't much she could do for the group. She had to take care of Noah. Nothing was more important.

Her gun was at her hip, and the weight of the weapon grounded her. If anyone came in through those doors, she would be expected to kill him or her. Just the thought of one of her bullets going through someone's forehead, someone alive, it made her shudder. She was not spared and given her powers to kill.

Rose turned away from the doors and walked along the length of the mess hall. Most of the benches had been pushed to the sides of the room for the people that wished to sleep on the floor, but a few remained on the far side, close to where people had lined up to be served. Her back was towards the main entrance when Noah started to cry. Short and loud wails that seemed fill every single inch of the mess hall and beyond. Her feet stumbled back to one of the benches while she told herself to take deep breaths. The group wouldn't let anyone pass through the walls. They were made of steel, they were impenetrable anyway. 

She brought Noah to her chest, humming softly so he'd calm down. After a couple of minutes she stood. Sitting wasn't providing her with any comfort, and if anyone were to come in through those doors, she didn't want to be sitting down. Rose jumped when one of the doors creaked open the slightest bit, effectively sending Noah into another fit of crying. Nothing was there. A small laugh at her own behavior rang through her, barely audible under the baby's annoyance. She sighed as she walked through the open space again, calming Noah while simultaneously hoping that the battle was over already.

[thomas-archer]

TKO || Tessa & Thomas

Thomas cursed under his breath at the growing horde in front of him. The street was more isolated than the others, but the sheer size and population of the country's former capital is overwhelming for a single person. Gettysburg was easier, there weren't as many streets to get lost in, and the move was significantly shorter than this one. Buildings threw shadows over the streets, and though it was still daytime, he was hesitant to leave his car in case he got lost on his way to the group's relocation point. The sound of his car drew the zombies' attention towards the black SUV, making them redirect their path in search of the source of the noise. He had to ditch his car for now, come back for it later if he could. Thomas reached into the backseat, grabbed several knives from the briefcase and put them into his bag, and slung the large dufflebag over his shoulder.

The air wasn't as cold anymore, but the wind still bit harshly at his cheeks while he walked around the car. A few shamblers were still making their way towards him, but they were nothing to be severely worried about for now. His rifle was the only thing he retrieved from the open space of the trunk, along with a few boxes of ammo he shoved into a spare pocket. Going at this alone probably wasn't the best idea he'd ever had, but the few people he could see trying to get around the horde as quickly as possible weren't very viable options.

Thomas took a deep breath before closing the door to his car quietly in order to avoid drawing more zombies toward him. The building behind him was a Macy's at some point, but the front doors were thrown open and broken with stale blood trailing into the building. He scowled at the sight, that alone preventing him from going inside to see what he could scour from the department store. From what he remembered from the map, Thomas knew the White House was only a few blocks away from where he was, but the numerous cars blocking his way and the corpses walking between the cars would make things ten times more difficult than any normal dash through a previously populated city. The man climbed onto one of the cars, careful to maintain his balance as he jumped from vehicle to vehicle in what he hoped was the right direction.

[thomas-archer]

{There's sweat beading on his forehead, product of the intense heat he's feeling on another plane. The past weeks, the nights specifically, have been silently excruciating without a familiar figure by his side to wake him up. Of course, there's nothing he can really do now, except endure whatever tragedies his subconscious comes up with and be happy with the fact that they're not real as soon as he wakes up, which doesn't seem to be anytime soon.}

[thomas-archer]

{Thomas was growing more and more agitated as he searched the aisles for Tessa. His conversation with Robyn hadn't provided much answers and the state she was in only made him worry more. He catches sight of a familiar head of hair and sighs in relief when he sees she's well enough to walk. He jogs up to her but his smile frowns when he sees her covered in blood. It's all over her clothes and on her face and in her hair.} Tessa?

[thomas-archer]

Losing Sight || Thomas & Tessa

It was chaos. The entire street that was supposed to lead them safely through Harrisburg was completely swarmed by monsters. Of course, the survivors were holding their own, but they were so outnumbered Thomas didn't really have a good feeling about how they would escape this death trap of a city.

He was almost at the very back of the caravan, watching the action from there since he was hesitant to leave his vehicle in the city. Two or three cars were still idling behind him, but in front there were all sorts of cars strewn about the asphalt, including an overturned truck. The initial swarm had passed, but that meant that all the abandoned cars were left unprotected. Without the vehicles, getting out of Harrisburg would be nearly impossible, and it would leave the group scattered.  Cursing, Thomas carefully maneuvered his way out of the line of cars, planning on getting near the front and forming some kind of protection for the vehicles. Maybe he'd have a better chance of success if he had someone with him, but he hadn't picked anyone up today.

It wasn't easy work, but after a few minutes he'd managed to run over three shamblers, one unidentified monster, and quite a few abandoned stands that littered the sidewalks, In the end, he had left a small path of destruction with his car, certainly enough for another one to get through if they decided to abandon the rest of the group. His black Land Rover screeched to a complete stop, it rested sideways along the street, hopefully to provide some sort of barricade to keep from too many undead walking past him with their heads still attached to their bodies. 

Thomas sighed as he exited his car, slamming the door forcefully behind him and cracking his knuckles as he jumped onto the road. He could already see a curious group of shamblers coming from an adjacent street, wondering if the sound of his car coming to a stop meant that their meal had arrived. He jumped over his car, sliding on the hood so he could meet them head on. His boots were practically silent on the ground as the coming horde started to groan and moan at the smell of his flesh. Suddenly, the cold that been bothering him a few minutes before disappeared. He was filled with a burning desire to rip skin from muscle and muscle from bone until the entire way out of Harrisburg was painted with dark red splatters of rotting blood. 

Thomas snarled playfully as they neared. Only a few storefronts away now. He quickly moved to the side, grabbing a city mailbox and throwing it so it toppled two of the corpses over. They got up a few seconds after, but they each left behind a limb, and that was good enough for him.