#verse:twd

[hold-on-etta-blog]

Penned for @crispin-porter

It had a couple of days since Etta first noticed the smoke as she stood on the hilltop. It was the first sign of life she’d seen in over three weeks, and no matter the cost she was going to try to make her way to them. Originally part of a traveling caravan she had lost them when they were swarmed by a horde of the dead, and she’d been living her worst fear ever since: she was totally alone.  Left to her own devices she weaved in and out of abandoned establishments picking over what had already been picked through. It had been weeks since she had a proper meal, and was desperate enough to eat leaves and berries she was unsure of. With each step she fought off the fatigue and pain until her world simply went to black.

The first thing she could feel upon waking was warmth; she seemed to be cocooned in it. Slowly trusting her eyes to open she looked around the room with difficulty focusing, and let off a soft cry. Liberating her hand from a blanket she placed it on her temple as her head felt as if it was splitting. Making out only dark shadows she became nervous when one moved and seemed to come closer. Lifting her hands in protest she fought to sit up and find her voice, “No...please...help.” Frankly, she was concerned at being defenseless against the dead. 

[fearofdeathiswhatkeepsusali-blog]

List of items Leonard has - because this is a good idea! :D  Lighter - running outta feul Machete - his weapon of choice.  Pistol - 2 packs worth of ammo. He doesn’t use it much.  Small knife - he tucks it into his boots just in case A small medical kit consisting of 2 bandages, antiseptic wipes, cotton buds, pain pills and allergy pills.  Half a bottle of scotch - he managed to save it from a barn in the woods... it was the only thing worth saving.  Socks - no body wants wet feet.  Water Bottle - he refills it when ever he can 5x can’s of soup - he rations them, 1 soup can every 3-4 days, depending on when he needs an energy boost.  @starfleetcxptain - tagging you for the same reasons! :D 

[inthehouseofflies-blog1]

✦ Let Go ✦

It'd be morning soon. No one was awake just yet. The sky was almost blue, and the yellow light of the sun would soon be peeking through the curtains of that small, second-story window. It'd be warm and comfortable like usual. The tiny specks of floating dust would look like weightless glitter in the morning rays, Charles would wake up, expecting to see her as he did every day since Aniah and John opened their door to them. The morning would be there - the warmth and glitter too - but Mary planned to be gone. Her eyes moved over her shoulder to eye her packed backpack with a sigh.

Three days ago, when he slept, Mary told him just what she planned to do. Now... it was time to do it. She sighed - a shaky sound - and lifted a hand to tuck a small strand of hair away from his healing, handsome, hard face. She'd never forget that look, that closed-eyed, breathing smoothly, lost in slumberland look, or any other look she'd ever seen on Charles Vane.

A bird cried out somewhere outside and Mary knew she couldn't sit there and stare at him forever. The day was coming quick. She stood from the bedside chair and pressed her lips with pure sweetness to his forehead. "Goodbye, Charles," she whispered, and squeezed his hand before she let it rest again against the blankets.