#walkersstart

[noahhollo]

it was one of those days that pre-end-of-the-world, noah would’ve labelled it a great day, the sun was out, the skies were clear and if not for the zombies wandering around just outside their door, it would’ve been a perfect day outside in the sunshine. unfortunately, that wasn’t really an option so much these days. 

standing by the entrance to the stairs, he glanced over at the person who had approached. “it’s crazy to want to go outside, right? sometimes it just feels so claustrophobic in here.”

[camilla-the-starwisher]

Camilla ventured out a little further than she usually did. She left Monty back in his terrarium she had found since those apparently weren’t in high demand in the apocalypse. Her little bungalow she had found (largely untouched and off the grid for the most part) was around a half hour walk away since she had deliberately looked a little further out when she found herself own her own. She was walking by a house and noticed what appeared to be a still locked shed and made her way over to inspect the contents in the hopes of finding something useful. She picked the lock on the door quickly, something she had been taught, and opened the wooden panel. Camilla found some packets of seeds which she was quick to pocket. Her hair, now just above her shoulder (a cut she made a couple of weeks ago with some shears) and it hung around her face as she searched. She was just about to look in the contents of an old chest when she heard the sound of human footsteps approaching and she quickly grabbed her shovel since her weapons were in the bad that had once belonged to NIx. “Don’t come any closer,” she warned, her back still to them.

[feltnone]

    ----- it  wasn’t  unusual  for  winnie  to  be  out  of  the  camp  for  days  at  a  time ;  part  of  her  felt  like  a  failure  if  she  didn’t  bring  back  a  moderate  amount  of  food  back  for  everyone.  her  ears  were  always  listening -- even  when  her  mind  was  elsewhere.  suddenly,  there  were  a  lot  of  footsteps . . . far  too  many  for  her  to  ignore.  winnie  quickly  peaked  her  head  around  the  corner  of  the  building  to  see : and  there  , in fact , was  a  large  group  of  zombies  coming  her  way.  she  was  quick  to  get  inside  the  nearest  building.  what  she  wasn’t  expecting  was  to  see  someone  standing  there. “ we need to be quiet. ” she  warned  --  praying  they  would  catch  the  drift  that  they  were  in  danger  and  had  no  time  to  be  skeptical  of  each  other  ( & that was coming from her . . . one of the most skeptical people ) .

[dauntlessxdemigods]

Eretria had been bouncing from camp to camp for months now - it wasn’t a trust issue, as she found and had enjoyed climbing throughout places and not being tied down anywhere. Every day when she was in the area, about an hour after sunrise, the woman made her way to the firetruck that had been randomly abandoned Jumping down onto it from one of the buildings, she sat cross legged and pulled out her ocarina. She then unclipped the bottom of her slingshot holster (it was magnetic and stopped the metal ammo balls from falling out, but giving quick access), and set her sling shot beside her, as well.

The loner than began to play ‘How Far I’ll Go’ from the movie Moana. She made no effort to be quiet, considering the goal was to attract any stragglers so she could finish them off with her sling shot - she was bored, but also sometimes found trade-able items from the bodies. She only stopped when she noticed a still alive body, head tilting as she studied them for a moment. “You’re sort of in an awful spot if many dead things crawl on over!” She finally called out to the other, hoping they hadn’t intended to loot her kills.

[blindxbuddhist]

At least twice a day (and sometimes three or four times), Naomi made the fifteen minute descend down the stairs to the CN tower, and twenty-five minute climb back to the top. Always at sunrise and sunset, to allow her guide dog, Sasha, to do her business. Often she would even walk around the area a little, and that’s what she had been doing this evening. The cool air felt remarkable on her skin, and it reminded her of working evenings on the farm, moving hay bails, and turning horses in and out.

The tower wasn’t ideal in some ways – there was limited space, and communal living meant things were always going to be moved around; and people had far better things to do than be careful where they sat their bag, or if they moved a piece of furniture over a few inches. The white king shepherd was only about five feet away, sniffing at some grass to do her business on, when Naomi tripped over something that definitely hadn’t been there that afternoon.

“That’s new..” She groaned to herself, as she lay there, taking inventory of herself. She chuckled softly when she felt a cold nose to her face, and reached up to give Sasha a small pat. “I think I’m alright, Sash.” However, her heart began to race when she heard the dog growl; Sasha only growled when there was a walker nearby. Listening closely, Naomi couldn’t hear grunts or shuffling of one, herself, which was somewhat of a relief, because it meant it wasn’t close enough for her to hear it. She did, however, hear footsteps of the living, and wrapping one hand around the pliable (leather loop handle, and not a hard metal one) grip on Sasha’s harness, her left hand reaching for the knife she kept on her – and she stood up slowly. “Hello?”

[geekxguru]

“I love pirates, because they have no concept of ableism. They’re all ‘Oh, you have no leg? Here, have a peg leg! No hand? Well, guess we gotta put a hook on that; give those bitches a surprise. Blind in one eye, put an eye patch on, no one cares! You’re deaf? Go man the canons you glorious bastard.’ They just don’t care if you’re disabled, because as long as you can fuck shit up, they literally don’t care.” Cordelia commented, amusement radiating off of her, as she continued fiddling with her genderbent cosplay outfit of Zoro from One Piece.

The difference between then and now, however, came down to the weapons; her twin katana were real, and despite having literally no reason to dress up randomly, she was feeling Zoro and pirates today. “See any Dementors lately?” She asked the other, displaying a not so surprising (for those who knew her) positive mood.

[camilla-the-starwisher]

Camilla pulled her knees up to her chest as she listened to the wind and the rain assaulting the building. She had never liked storms; they made her uneasy. Though she couldn’t say she hated the rain since it was a rainstorm that brought Nix into her life. Still, the thunder and flashes of lightning were enough to make her jump . She glanced over at Monty who was curled up, no doubt trying to sleep through everything. At least he had been fed not too long ago so she wouldn’t need to worry about that anytime soon. The next rumble sounded like it was just above them; the walls seemed to quiver at the noise and it made her hug her knees all the tighter, turning to glance in the direction of someone approaching.