#xmortuus

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✍ uvu

outofammo; ohmigosh I tried to make this cute but I ended up just making everything horrible I am so sorry please still love me ;A;

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Cries because xmortuus and awellknownhothead have just made my day. Was coasting through most of it with a giant banana grin because you two are such sweethearts and I thank you guys from the bottom of my heart for thinking I'm somehow good enough to be on your follow forevers.

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Send me ❦ a for a reaction to yours muse playing with mine’s hair 

⊰☢⊱ At first, the blonde tenses under his fingers that work at the ends of her hair. But he was so gentle that the blonde soon inclines her head towards him, grinning slightly and tenderly reaching out for his hair.

"You’re good at this," she states simply. 

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⊰☢⊱ Julie can hear him shuffling towards her and a wide smile breaks out upon her features. Turning to greet him, her face falls. 

                                              That wasn't R. 

          A groan bubbles its way through the walker's throat, an unsteady arm pointing it's gnarled finger in her direction.

         Shit, she thinks as she turns, high-tailing it away from her "admire" and back towards the plane. 

         She would be safe there --                                                            She hoped. 

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{ xmortuus }

         ❝ I'm bored. ❞

[sxsters]

         Ophelia knew what she was doing was completely insane and could get her killed if she didn't play her cards right. She and her sister had been taken in by survivors of the plague that had befallen most of mankind (though they had been very hesitant of taking her sister in due to her illness) but things weren't getting easier. Every day she would see her sister getting worse and worse and she would have to hide her away from everyone else so they didn't shoot her or throw her and let her be zombie meat. If there was a way her sister could survive this by being turned into one of them... she didn't know if she would be okay with that or not.

         She had never actually seen one of the zombies before; she had only heard stories about them from the people who were her neighbors or who wanted to tell their story. Ophelia had spent many nights scowering the grounds, trying to find what was what and if there was any way out that she wouldn't be discovered. She needed to go and see for herself what these zombies were truly like.

         That was how Ophelia had gotten herself into this predicament. She had hidden in trashcans and dumpsters, the trash masked her human scent. She had figured out after finding a zombie that had been killed by some survivors and took it's jacket, having to get over the disgustingness of what she was doing. It must have the zombie's pungent scent on it because she walked by zombies and they didn't seem to take any notice of her. She'd gotten all the way to the airport before exhaustion seemed to take hold of her.

         Ophelia kew better than to just fall asleep anywhere-- she doubted zombies slept so she would be a dead giveaway. She saw the planes sitting in the runway so she figured that would be her best bet of a place to stay. So walked slowly, not because she wanted the zombies to think she was one of them but because of how much her legs hurt and how tired she was. She found one of the bigger international flights and she slowly made her way up to the door and pried it open, closing it behind her only to find that the plane wasn't empty. There were things hanging everywhere and piles upon piles of things were laid all about. She walked around the plane, touching a few of the things that interested her before she heard a grunt come from her right before she heard music start to play.

         Her heart felt like it had stopped. Someone else was in here? That wasn't possible. There couldn't be another survivor that had been laying low here all this time. She walked towards where the music was coming from and she came face to face with a disheveled, slouched boy with dirty black hair and skin as pale as a corpses hunched over a vintage record player swaying a bit to the music. She tried to keep silent and back away slowly in hopes of leaving before he figured out she was there. No zombie would come in here other than this one wearing a red jacket. She should've been tipped off by the trinkets that it wasn't safe.

         She should've looked behind her when she was walking because she would've seen the thing that would get in her way but she didn't want to take her eyes off the zombie. She tripped over some bigger trinket that had fallen and she had tried to catch herself by grabbing another thing but she only ended up having more things fall on top of her. She let out a groan as she pushed the things off of her, dusting herself off before realizing the zombie wasn't paying attention to the record player anymore. His dead blue eyes stared at her almost in shock and she was sure her face mirrored what his would have looked like if he were able to express emotions.

         "Uh--- grr? Brains?                   ---hi?"

[brxus]

         "Pl-Please... don't eat me..."