#tlou-eunji

[taehyungxtlou]

"Did you just laugh at me?"

Taehyung shook his head quickly, though he put the back of his hand over his mouth to hide his giggling.  He earned an unamused scowl from Eunji and he quickly shut up. 

".. I'm sorry!" he said quickly, his laughter bubbling up again.  "You just look so cute!" 

He grinned at her boyishly before finally moving to help her out of the mud. 

[jin-ahxtlou]

"In what world was that okay?"

Jinah stared down at the headless clicker at her feet, her breathing heavy and heart beating rapidly. 

"I... sorry." she shook her head quickly and looked at Eunji, giving her a sheepish smile. 

"That was a close call, wasn't it?" 

[twd-jackson-blog]

Costly Refusal - Jackson & Eunji

The streets of Seoul still prove unfamiliar to him at times, after living here for twenty years, he still finds himself at a dead end, and that's costly when theres a group of stalkers on your tail. By now Jackson should have realised that he's not immune to death, just like everyone else in the city, and that any amount of sacrifice to the infected will never get him on their better side. 

He skids to a stop when he's faced with a wall, and he could scale it... if he was a foot taller. He swings his bat around in his hand, wrist rotating as he tries to decide what to do. Theres buildings to his left, to his right, but he already feels trapped. Going up won't help, if there isn't a way out once he's up there. But he has no choice, he can already hear the croaking, the heavy foot fall, and it takes him two seconds of remembering what they're capable of, he's seen it enough times, willingly, to know that he doesn't want that to be his fate. 

Deliberating between the two buildings he opts for the left, squeezes himself through the gap in the window. The building reeks of death, something died in here recently. But at least he's alone, the dead make much better company than the living anyway. He's never been excellent at keeping quiet, and he crunches on broken glass as he makes his way through the building, looking for an alternative exit. But it's dark, and no amount of narrowing his eyes perfects his vision at all. The groaning from outside has increased to the point where the infected are probably just as frustrated with the dead end as he is - but he knows they won't turn back. 

"Shit-" He hisses, because he can't see a thing. He pauses, trying to make sense of the darkness, when he hears something move in it. He isn't alone. There's stalkers behind him... and now there's something in front of him too.