#tlouxchorong

[tlouxjongkook-blog]

“Why the hostility? Do you treat every stranger this way?”

He paused in his track, his face marred by a frown upon her question. He spared the girl a quick glance, finding her familiar but just couldn’t remember where he had seen her before. Still, should she really be asking him that, when in the first place they didn’t even know each other well enough.

“Should I be treating all the strangers I meet with care and concern then? Invite them into my residence and serve them with food and drinks, perhaps?” He responded, very tempted to roll his eyes at her. Could she really blame him for being so hostile towards people that he didn’t know? He wasn’t a social person to begin with, and a lot more years of experience taught him better than to be so warm and friendly to strangers when he didn’t know what their motives were. For all he knew, they could be plotting to kill and loot his stuff and he could be dead the very next second if he wasn’t careful.

“You intending to do that?” He gave her a wry smile, and went back to what he was doing previously before he got interrupted by the girl. If only the people were all like that. The world would be a much better place to live in, and he didn’t have to second-guess everyone’s intention. Well, not counting the fact that it was still swarmed with all the infected.  

[tlousana-blog]

“Yeah, well, i was tryin’ to kill you"

It had been an arrow and Sana had barely escaped.

“You suck!”The young woman snapped at her. Sana had never been known because of her temper.If someone asked her about this, she would claim that she didn’t have a temper. This wasn’t exactly a lie, but she couldn’tdeny that the anger was there when someone tried to hurt her, her family or oneof her closest friends. That was exactly the case this time.

Sana’s hand was around the handle of her pistol, evenif she still hadn’t pointed it toward her.

One more arrow and she wouldn’t think twice aboutaiming to the other woman.

Sana was out of her district and she knew she neededto be careful. “You suck at your aim.Who taught you that, huh? Was it an amateur?” She asked with annoyance inher features.

[tlouxkrystal-blog]

"I am not doin' that!"

“Oh, come on! Don’t be such a spoils sport, Chorong.” Krystal’s brown eyes glittered, adrenaline boiling in her veins, “It’s safe, I promise.”

The look on Chorong’s face proved that no amount of convincing would get her to do what Krystal had requested of her. Krystal sighed, tugging on the older’s hand, a pout already in place on the younger’s lips. Her eyes were wide and pleading. 

“Do you really think I’d let us try something that I knew was going to get us injured- or worse, killed?” She shook her head, “I’m not stupid; Trust me, I tested this out already. It’s fool proof.”

“Besides, just think of it like a trust fall,” Krystal laughed, “Except, no one’s going to catch you but the ground.”

[tloujgk-blog]

"Nothing, it's just... I've never seen anything like this, that's all"

( the last of us - sentence starters | status: not accepting )

It was his fault for forgetting to close the door all the way as he had journeyed away from his place of residence briefly to gather scrap metal and other useful materials from forsaken cars left totaled beyond repair. He shouldn't have been surprised, really, to find the female standing front and center before his presence with an expression similar to that of a deer caught in the headlights upon his return. She seemed harmless enough. Short and thin; her physique overall could be simply characterized as petite. Shutting the door behind him, his gaze lands upon her countenance, completely unmoving as if he was expecting a thorough explanation. Upon receiving nothing but mere fidgeting and soundless attempts of clarification, he clicks his tongue before scoffing and dumping what he had managed to acquire on his search along in its rightful pile. "You come into my home and you can't bother to even say hello? An explanation would be nice too, you know—why you're here and all."

"Nothing, it's just... I've never seen anything like this, that's all."

He almost bursts into a laughing fit as he can't seem to fathom the idea that luck was actually on his side for a change. He very much preferred her over an infected or a thief, and nevertheless, a series of low chuckles bubble over from deep within his chest, solemnity gradually retaking its place upon his features as the moment dies down. "Listen. You tell a single soul about this place, and I will find you. You could go if you want. It's not like I have much to offer here."

[13xjingoo]

“hey, hey—are you hurt?”

Joongki grimaced and glanced down. The bleeding had finally made it through his jacket, and a dark, damp patch was spreading across his left side where the knife had sliced into him. His hand was red and warm with the blood he had been trying to keep inside him. It wasn’t working as well as he had hoped.

Very little about this adventure was going the way he wanted it to.

“Don’t worry about it.” He had learned that line from his sister. Joongki blinked a few times to force the world back into its proper colors. “I’ll be fine. We’ve got to get out of here first, and then we can worry about this, okay?”

Chorong didn’t look as if she believed him. (He didn’t believe it, either.)

[jihyoxtlou]

"Y... You shot him/her..."

Jihyo nods, blinking away the visions of her eighteen-year old self sobbing as the recoil shudders through her, shrieking as the blood starts spilling, spilling, there’s an an ocean of it, a thunderstorm with gunfire lightning.

The only way for the ocean not to swallow you whole is to be the storm above it.

She puts the gun away in the holster attached to her hip, puts the memories away in the back of her mind, puts the fear right back where it belongs, right between her heart and her ribcage.

She turns. Chorong looks so young, so wide-eyed and pale, mouth open, and trembling. She looks like a child.

She looks like this world hasn’t ruined her yet and Jihyo would give every single bullet in the planet to keep it that way.

“I had to,” she says.

So you don’t, she thinks.

[sanaxmi-blog]

Homecoming || SNE & PCR

It’s barely dawn when Naeun sneaks past the great wall of the Military District, satchel heavy against her hip with supplies and rifle strapped across her back. Admittedly, it’s a rare occurrence that she bothers to bring the firearm with her, but since she’s taking such an early start this morning she thought it best to come prepared for the worst. The sun isn’t quite risen yet, and so the infected may still be prowling through the streets freely. If that’s the case, Naeun will need more than her pepper spray for protection today. 

She sticks to the main streets. Though the side alleys offer better cover, they also provide the infected with plenty of places to hide. Naeun knows better than to risk an ambush. She might be sacrificing stealth by using the main roads, but at least she can see what’s coming at her this way. 

Rather than flinch at every passing shadow, she begins mentally running through her supply list for the day. Though she’s packed enough to work the clinic today, she’ll need to restock before heading back to the District if she hopes to have anything to work with for her shift at the hospital in the morning. Her parents may pretend to look the other way when Naeun is scavenging supplies from their stock room, but she does her best to replace whatever she takes. 

She’s snapped from her thoughts by the crunch of broken glass nearby. Naeun pauses mid-step, eyes narrowing as she squints through the dim light of early morning, looking for the source of the sound. Her hand is already reaching for the rifle at her back. “Who’s there?” she calls out, voice wavering just a bit.