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[combatbuilt-blog]

                    @zmbiekillers // field

                she knows what grass sounds like when the wind blows through it, and the sound behind her is not that. daisy perks up and looks behind them, then starts to wag her tail, so arizona knows she’s safe, at the very least. “hey,” she says, turning back to see jerome. “wanna sit?” she asks, eyes trailing back towards the sun setting over the coast range. she has that pre-outbreak urge to create polite conversation, but now she stifles it easily, eyes focused on the distant fir trees.

[lakewoodsecond-blog]

@zmbiekillers ------ JESSIE HAROLDSON.

       she seems extremely relaxed for someone who’s sitting on the outskirts of the community even though she’s still gripping an axe in one hand, a pistol tucked down into the back of her jeans. she’s found a river just through the woods and she’s been sitting at it unbothered for about an hour now. she wants to take her shoes off, to dip her feet in, but she knows that if she has to run that’s not exactly a clever idea.

       the sound of twigs snapping behind her is what makes her snatch up the axe and turn her head, and after a moment of inspecting her company--- eyes that look alert, no visible wounds--- she slowly lowers it down against her lap. “---who are you?”