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[nathan-meiger-blog]

"It's not a bite or a scratch." The insistence was no less even for the words being mumbled, it was shocking that his eyes did roll with it but Nathan was trying not to hit more raw nerves and set off the person opposite of him while they scrutinized a new slash splitting the skin just above his left eye. "Tree limb, I am closer to some of those than other people." 

Not at all did it help that his usual default was not being the most graceful on his feet, most people had the sense not to smack their skull on low hanging limbs and that was all well and good but most people were also not tall enough to hit the higher ones that were easier to misjudge either. And any hint of blood or cut, scratch of possible infection, well, that always brought up questions. Did anyone actually think he was selfish enough to go back around people if infected? Yeah, probably.  It was already uncomfortable enough admitting the injury was his own fault but the prodding at it certainly did not help. 

Shutting the one eye, his other focused away from the face staring him down, likely weighing the words and the truth to them, Nathan's lips drew back into a thin line. "Unless that oak tree has started snacking on the locals I'm pretty sure I'm not a hazard."

[silcntrilcy-blog]

run. it’s all riley could think as he heard ailton’s warning call through the static of his old walkie talkie. he’d rigged it as an all-signal receiver, never a call out. legs pumped and pumped, carrying him right to a hoard of rotters. he didn’t get them all, but he fought his way through. 

blood splattered red across pale skin, a stern look in his eyes as he came across another. he didn’t usually warn others, but they were alone. he barely made it out himself. 

                     “ don’t go that way. “

[scintamclia]

s n a p ,   the  gun  clicks  and  the  woman’s  gaze  is  hard .  years  of  restraint ,  obedience ,  trainging ,  it  all  kicked  in  at  once ,  like  a  wavering  tide  at  bay  in  her  mind .  a  sleeping  soldier ,  rising  to  the  occasion .  “ so ,  are  we  going  to  do  this ,  or  what  ?  “  tone  dark  and  steady ,  amelia  gazed  at  her  company ,  a  silent  brow  quirking  in  wait .  “  live  ,  die  , decide .  “

[healisms-blog1]

The person, thing, whatever it was, whoever they had been, was considerably taller than Mariella, but seemed to be slowed down on account of a broken ankle. Quickly weighing her options before making a final decision, she decidedly dashed forward and plunged her knife into it’s skull. Like a light went off, the thing ceased to struggle. But instead of falling away from her, the figure toppled forward, threatening to knock her back and trap her underneath it’s weight. Light enough on her feet that she was able to jump back in time, she still came falling to the ground in the process. The snap of a branch nearby alerted her of company as she gathered her bearings, quickly moving to grab her knife from the formerly undead’s skull. “I’m armed, and uh, not afraid to attack if you get too close.” She lied, but gave her best go at being intimidating. Once the knife was back in her possession she scrambled to her feet, turning to face whoever it was that approached.

[mickeydelgado]

“You know you’ve ought to be more careful...” Micah mumbled beneath his breath as he gathered the small med kit he kept under his desk. He pulled out . some gauze and stitching as he looked over at the individual . that had just sulked into the tent. “What’s hurtin’? i’ll do my best but we’re low on supplies.” he sighed, his fingers pushing through his hair.

[jcnahlivcs]

“  okay ,  but  just ---  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤  about  it .  if  it  rained  down  and  people  were  infected ,  from  the  start ,  before  they  even  died ,  wouldn’t  the  toxin  just  be  the  virus  𝙀𝙑𝘼𝙋𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂  through  the  skin  ?  so  like ,  they’re  decomposing  or  turning  human .  it’s  gotta  be  one  or  two .  “

[astra-campserotonin-blog]

‘Our home was destroyed. We have no place to go.’ This was a phrase that Astra had heard all to often and standing there looking out over the camp she could still remember the day that her party had stumbled upon the camp, she had finally found a safe place and would do whatever it took to ensure that people looking to survive would always have a place they could call home. Astra was pulled back to reality by the sound of footsteps behind her, after living in an post-apocalyptic state for 4 years you would be amazed and how your senses can change.

[emersonmonroe]

location : out & about somewhere time : late afternoon status : open

   emerson took another sip from her flask. it was nearly empty of whiskey, but that was a common occurrence nowadays. it was a harder vice to keep up with, one she rearely was able to indulge in anymore. but alcohol at least gave her some semblance or normal; it helped her to feel as though she wasn’t constantly on the verge of a breakdown. “not the best idea, i know,” she admitted with a small shrug. a sip or two wouldn’t likely get her killed. “want some?” she asked holding out the flask and shaking it a bit. “it might be the best part of your day.”