#threequestionsstarter

[thelonelysurvivor]

Old Tunes || O P E N

Acoustic guitars were Tris’ favorite thing in the world. As long as she didn’t play it loud enough to attract walkers, their music would always remind her of the times before the apocalypse—more specifically, her life in Scotland, when her mother used to play for her to sleep, and back when she lived in Florida, and her friend Matt was teaching her how to play. The sound of acoustic guitars would always remind her of those two people, but it awoke happy and comforting memories, and for a moment she could forget about their tragic deaths—both her fault.

Tris was sitting on the hood of her car while playing Nothing Else Matters, by Metallica, as quietly ad she could. When she heard the sound of footsteps, she immediately stopped playing and looked towards the sound, but, before she could get the dagger, she noticed it wasn’t a walker, but a living person. “Um, hello,” Tris said to the stranger, her hand still discretely trailing down to the dagger. Just in case.

[pippypalmer]

''You're not dead until you stop moving'' <(Open)></Starter/>

Given to sudden change of her illness, Pippy slowly walked outside for the first time in weeks, barely being able to move. Her eyes brightened up as the sun glazed on her face and she smiled. She closed her eyes and held her hands together, almost tearing up that her wish came true, that she could live for longer and perhaps she could fulfill the wish she made to her deceased mother. She almost thought she was in a dream, that this one some kind of trickery, she pinched her arm and realized that she's still breathing and she's not dead until she stops moving. She clenched her eyelids together and started dragging her self across the prison walls, making her way to the prison gates. She never thought flowers were beautiful, until the day she could finally see them again. She looked at the bunch of serenely beautiful flowers and picked at them through the fence. She heard groaning coming closer and closer, she quickly slid her fingers through the fence to herself and stopped picking at the flowers. She looked up at the lonesome and sad roamer, not having anybody or somebody to talk to. She could relate. ''Hello'' She said to the walker as it groaned back. She heard footsteps, coming closer and closer, she stopped talking and turned around hoping the mysterious person behind her didn't see her talk to that walker. She could only hope. ''Who are you?'' She said looking at the mysterious person infront of her.

[thelonelysurvivor]

Hopeless Wanderer | O P E N

Tris had been awake for at least forty-eight hours straight now. She was used to it, though it made her a little bit moody. It was better to just rely on the rest of caffeine and sugar she still had than to risk her life sleeping on a tree or inside her car just to have all those nightmares. She tied her hair in a loose bun and kept walking forward, towards a grocery store she'd spotted a few moments ago.

Getting closer, she noticed the blood on the door of the store. She knew that there was splashed blood literally everywhere ever since the walkers overran the world, but the blood on the door seemed fresh, not dry like all the others she'd came across. She was thinking about touching it just to make sure it was fresh when she heard a noise from inside the grocery store. Slowly, Tris took the dagger out of the holster and opened the door to the store. "Hello? Anyone in here?" she called in a low voice, even though she knew it wasn't exactly the safest thing to do.

[birdyburke-blog]

What's this|| OPEN

Birdy can't remember the last time she ate or the last time she took a nap. She's been walking non stop for about 3 days and her legs were burning and begging for rest. "Sorry ladies, we have to keep going.." Birdy always did have sick humor or horrible timing to make jokes. But honestly if she hadn't been making jokes this entire time, she would have died. She killed a numourous amount of walkers on the way to the creak and seriously she just about had it with those dead things. Limping over to the creak, she scanned the water with her crystal blue eyes and frowned as she easily saw her reflection. "Look like shit there doll face." Noticing the water ripple slightly. Birdy sighed heavily as she noticed the few walkers that were "drowning" at the bottom. "Fucks sake.." Getting up, she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and went on her way through the forest. It was almost nightfall when she noticed something in the near distance. "Is that a.. is that a prison?" Gripping onto the one knife she had tightly, she walked slowly through the tall weeds at the opening of the forest. Noticing the large reinforced fence around the perimeter, Birdy figured there were inhabitants. "What do we have here.." Making little work of some stray walkers, Birdy glanced in the direction of the mini "farm" growing on the other side of the fence. "Really..? they have time to make a farm?" Rolling her eyes, the girl approached the gates and hollered out knowing someone was watching. "HEY!!! COME ON DOWN Y'ALL JUST WON THE DAMN LOTTERY!"

Kicking at some dirt, the blue eyed brunette rubbed the sweat off her forehead and scanned the area quietly. Watch towers, fences, gates, padlocks, farm land and obvious foot prints. There was more than one person in there. Were they all men? should she turn back now? Where would she go? Back around to woodbury? She only snuck in once or twice because some spanish guy understood her need to shower and her desire to refill her water supply. He never forced her to stay and he never turned her in either. She had an eerie feeling about that place and apparently the man in charge was a nut job. He had one eye and being as young as she is, she didn't think she was attractive, but who knows what could have happened to her in a camp full of deprived men. What if this "prison" was just the same? She'd have to try right? maybe even kill if need be. Wiping her knife and hands on her leggings, Birdy sighed shakily as her lips itched for the nicotine she so desperately needed. She smoked her last fag a day ago and she honestly couldn't control her shakes any longer. Maybe they were friendly? Pfft, in todays world, friendly people either died before this shit happened or they lost themselves under authority. Corrupt authority.

[beheadthedead]

Open ||

"Oh, hi, what are you doing in my trailer?", Elise said to the person who was about to enter the small caravan, which was surprisingly tidy. She already lived in a messed up world, why add a messed home to that? The brunette took a long sip of the old cola. She got used to the taste of the flat beverage, but she would never not miss the carbonic acid in it. Her left eyebrow was raised at the person opposite. "To what do I owe the honor of this visit?" Elise took another sip. 

[pompiere-valoroso]

Heavens Above || Aaron & OPEN

Looking up at the clear blue sky, Aaron appreciated the quiet around him. He had secured the area; there were no walkers in the whole field, and he felt safe sitting on the roof of an abandoned tractor. He fell asleep in the pale December sunshine, and woke up several hours later, freezing cold, to a noise on the ground below. 

"Hello? Is someone there?" 

[lizziebeingstrong]

❦ OPEN

"Feels nice to be outside again, being in that sick cell block was getting really gross and stuffy.. it's nice to feel the sun again."

[pompiere-valoroso]

Wandering Soul || Aaron + OPEN

Aaron packed up his tent for what felt like the millionth time. He was lucky to even have a tent, and he told himself that every day, and twice on days when he was travelling. It was a tough road out there, and carrying a tent plus all his supplies was no easy feat by himself. It had been so much easier with his family. It had been almost two weeks since he'd seen his sister, Vivienne, and another few days before that since he'd seen his parents and other sister, Eva. The sun was weak at this time of year, and a chill wind breezed past Aaron's face as he began his journey along the empty road.

Step after step, he was getting closer to... nowhere, really. He had no destination, other than to find somewhere he might be able to settle down in, and wait for his family to come to him. He'd been leaving them a trail to follow if they stumble onto the same route as he had been taking. Dead walker bodies in piles here and there, leading them towards him. If only they were looking for him too. 

Before long, it was nightfall, and Aaron knew he needed to rest for a while. He couldn't sleep here, though, in this meadow he had found. It was to exposed and he knew that if he fell asleep, walkers would find their way to him and end his life. That was not how he wanted it to end. If he had to die too soon, Aaron wanted to go out fighting. Perched on a fallen tree, as high up as he could get in the tangle of branches, Aaron looked out into the night and thought about his sisters. He must have nodded off, because all of a sudden, he was being woken by a sound from below him on the ground.