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happie fater's day to @real-kobrakid an @drdeathradio an @fun--ghoul an @the-real-cherri-cola !!!!! jet , pony , an party get mama day :3

#the girl mcr #danger days #mcr #the zones #ddttlotfk #zone life

Jury-rigging Oppy's headset for Zone photography was one of my better ideas. Just wish I had thought of it before I lost my good camera to one of those stupid Abductors.

#pacific drive #gimmick blog #text post #zone life

sitting with my feet in water and playing bass since quite frankly, i can't swim awesome with the state of my arms. still nice to be playing outside and not totally melting.

#beach day kjrp #zone life #disloyalorderofinnie

ZONE PHOTO DIARY | SEPTEMBER AND OCTOBER ★

you find people, places and things to get you through the night. there is warmth (other than the beams from the big ball of radiation), and there is love. love is found in the smallest and simplest things.

#killjoys #danger days #zone life #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #visuals

Brigandine: i never thought i'd have to say 'sexually attracted to the sound of a bolt-action' in a sentence before but here we are

#OOC #Zone Life #only the best most serious of Discussions with the bestie #totally relevant since context is we were discussing The Ruger #and that thing IS a bolt-action #and leaves big holes in things #and makes her ripple when taking the recoil #and there it is

The Highways (Zone 7 HC)

Nobody really knows what's in the irradiated Zone 7 and beyond. The rest of the world, presumably, or maybe nothing. Maybe the 6 zones and the black spot in the skyline that is Battery City, is all there's left of our world. People have differing theories and opinions, even the DJ's will take stock and spread around their own ideas. A couple years ago, there was an expedition out into Zone 7. Nothing big, nothing official. Just a death wish struck lucky. Instead of following the old train tracks that so many others do, they just picked somewhere and started driving. With a gas mask on and a trunk full of gas for the car, they didn't plan on coming back. After what seemed like days of driving in the sand, the ground felt more solid, more sturdy underneath them. The crunch of gravel and sand melded and they were in awe as they saw the start of what looked to be a major highway, with barely even the remnants of building foundation along it. Definitely a bomb site. Nothing remained, or it was buried by the sand, except the highway. Cracking, paint invisible, and support beams rusted, the highway somehow still stood. It was odd. For what appeared to be a bomb site, there were no cars on the highway. Just them. They continued to drive on the highway for what felt like hours, growing in increasing hunger and thirst as they could feel the radiation claw at their skin. They wished for nothing more than a "rest stop." Some pre-days fad. As the sand whipping in the air cleared through the driving, they saw in the distance, a perfectly untouched tall, logged looking building. A rest stop. They got down and thanked the Witch, but oddly enough, the oily black silk like substance that seemed to follow the Witch's deeds wasn't present. This was a magic all of its own. After they rested, they started driving, only to turn back in thanks and realize the rest stop wasn't there anymore. Or perhaps their eyes could no longer see it.