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NO MATTER WHAT                           you keep on findin’ something

T O   F I G H T    F O R

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Billy-Ray’s lip curled at the sight of the gun pointed at him, and slowly, carefully held his left arm out. It was bloody, yes, but it wasn’t his. He didn’t know what these things were (they acted like zombies or something…) but he didn’t want any more contact with them than this guy did. As for attacking the guy… if he didn’t lower the GODSDAMNED GUN, he might start considering it. 

“If you’re what passes for the welcomin’ committee ‘round here, I think you need to switch your tactics.” the hitman growled, trying to keep his tone patient.

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        Blood, that was all he saw.  Blood, but no bite.  A long moment of inspection,  dark eyes flickering up to the other‘s face   ( Sunglasses--- weird. )    before back down to his arm.  Seems this other was from the same place as Joel, himself--  and yet Texas couldn’t bring survivors together, now )  The gun lowers,      and yet the snarl remains on his lips.  [ He’s definitely not in a good mood ]  stepping to the side,    to pace out his frustration.    “-- If you were expectin’ some sorta party   with banners ‘n cake?  Ain’t happenin’.   Just makin’ sure you ain’t sproutin’--  Not so fond of havin’ my throat ripped out.   S’ that Survivor or infected blood on you?”

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    Yet another sigh of relief   escapes him    when the other man says he is unharmed.

    He hadn’t expected to meet   well, anyone, on this supply run,    except maybe a few clickers.  Seeing another human was a nice change of pace.   Him turning out to be friendly was also a nice bonus.

    Tom takes a moment to inspect himself   when the other man asks his question.    Pleased that he wasn’t, in fact,  going to turn into a mushroom,   he smiled when he replied.

    “Nope, I think we’re good.   Or at least fer now.”

    He gave the area a quick scan.   It seemed safe enough,    but one could never be too sure.

    “Guess I should introduce m’self.   Name’s Tom. An’ yerself?”

    He extended his hand in offer for a handshake.

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    The years have made him wary     of finding other survivors.  ( Hunters, fireflies, military-- people weren’t always kind... )     And for a moment he pauses,  Sizes up the other,   ( And figures that he’s kind enough. )     Tom.  Joel nodded, once,  reached out his own hand,    callused and aged,     offered a firm shake,      then pulled back,  crossing his arms over his chest.   “Joel.  Gotta say, Tom,  Ain’t every day you meet someone friendly   let ‘lone alive    outside a quarantine zone--    You got a group with you?”  It’s a precaution,  of course,     and it’s clear in the way his weight shifts from one foot to the next,  that he’s not particularly comfortable with this other just yet.  Dark eyes flicker elsewhere,  ( then back )   If he got a bullet in his head for this---

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Oh feeling some sun and warmth was a wonderful change of pace. It had been nothing but clouds and some rain here recently. She did notice how Joel seemed a bit more upbeat today, which wasn’t a bad thing at all. In fact, she liked it when she felt like she could literally talk to him about anything, all while actually not getting on his nerves in the process. 

Hearing her father figure spark up a conversation about a supermarket that used to not be blow to bits was good to hear, she was pretty hungry after all. However, that little comment about her shirt caused a scoff to escape her “Well sorry when the whole world has gone to shit that my shirt isn’t all clean and neatly pressed for you Joel.” The Red head followed along, ready to possibly find some food inside the old building. 

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     He keeps his pace even,     a smirk playing along cracked lips,      a chuckle finding its way to settle in the pit of his chest,      turning again to watch is step as they moved along   (  Twenty years. Twenty years since Sarah died, since this whole world went to shit.. )  An yet it was days like this he had hope.  [ It was a giddy feeling, intoxicating. ]     “--- Hey-- Just pointin’ it out, Ellie..  Figured you’d wanna be a bit more ladylike    ‘n have somethin’ a bit cleaner    fer a change--  Figure I need somethin’, too..  Ain’t particularly fond of the smell of this ‘n.”   The supermarket is in sight, now--  Broken, with a collapsed roof in one section,   but strangely enchanting with the crumbling structure    and the growing trees,     ( And te promise of food, too-- )     ... It’s sure been awful quiet.     “... Fiured there’d be more infected ‘round here, yknow?  Can’t say I’m disappointed, though--  Not dealin’ with ‘em  ‘s been a blessin’--”  Beat, a moment of thought, a change of subjects ( Again. )   “‘m Thinkin’ I’ll go for green again.  Seems to sure be my color--  Waddya think?”

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The man is unfamiliar and she’s on her guard, hatchet clutched tightly in one hand.

“I don’t know anythin’ about those damn Fireflies, Mister.”

She pauses, taking a deep breath. “I’m just passin’ by, this ain’t even my house. Was just inside lookin’ for supplies.”

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   “God--- Dammit..”   Weight shifts, from one foot to the next,   A hand raising to rub at his beard,   A scowl crossing his features.  She doesn’t seem to pose a threat, so he keeps his distance,     gives her space  ( And if she allows him his, there won’t have to be any fighting.. )    “There ain’t... There ain’t anythin’  with that logo in here--?  Fuckin’..  moved on....  Look, I don’t take well to lyin’ and if you’re--  If you’re one of ‘em--“   [ He had Ellie with him. If she was a firefly-- if she could take her-- ]   “... You sure you don’t know... anythin’ ‘bout them?”

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#JustEllieThings

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           “Tell me about it,” The brunette plops down beside the man, perhaps a little harder then she intended and winces as her bum slams into the pavement. “Ouch…” Is muttered through gritted teeth. “But man a truck actually filled with ice cream driving around the streets? That sounds almost too good to be true!” It would be a dream for the young girl who didn’t have just a sweet tooth but an entire mouth filed with them. “Even if the music is creepy…boy I’d sure like to see one someday.”

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     Head turns, to look at the kid,     careful, quiet.  ( She isn’t an enemy, that much was clear )  And you know, part of him can’t help but feel bad  That she didn’t have the chance to know the world before.  [ God.... did these kids deserve it... ]     “-- Nah, it, uh-- It was pretty real.  They’d pop right into existence every..  I dunno-- every summer..  And then leave at the first hint of fall.       They had all sorts ‘a things, too. Not just the cones ‘r anythin’...  These, uh-- these Popsicles  that looked like cartoon characters--- ‘r, were ‘sposed to, anyway..   little cups of sour stuff--  I’ll admit, they   d i d  carry the best.   ‘M Sure there’s one broken down somewhere.... though,  can’t say the ice cream will be much good any more.”

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“Ooooooh?“ the Loa cooed, taking a step towards the man, his mad grin almost threatening to break the ends of his lips, or at least make the cigar fall from his mouth.

“Noooooo, lad, this be ‘uman things.

This be shit. Not what you want.“ Legba nodded to himself, sure as if he could read the man’s mind. Well, he could sense it after the way he was acting that it was not truth he was speaking… well, it was perhaps what he wanted, but not most of all.

“This be ‘terial shit. You, my lad?

You want ‘n’ need other.

Say now, what do you want?“

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     Human things      -- Material shit?  What in God’s name    did this other think he was?    ( Unease slips Joel’s gaze back over his shoulder )  And with the realization   that whoever the hell this was knows he’s lying---    One hand crosses,     to rub at the watch,    to eel at the broken, shattered surface.     [ --- ‘You kept complainin’ about your broken watch--’ ]    “-- Listen, pal--   I don’t-- I don’t know   what in the  h e l l  you think you’re talkin’ ‘bout..  What I want,  There’s no way of gettin’, yeah?  [ Twenty years of bein’ dead doesn’t favor someone much, does it? ]

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          {☠}~ “Alright just sayin’ kinda hard ta tell tha time with a busted up watch,” She was simply inquiring about it and never meant to strike a nerve, which is certainly what seemed to have happened. So instead the younger decided to not push the subject and change it all together. “So…can ya tell me exactly where we be goin’ now?”

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          “-- Hard t’ tell the time    In this damn world, anyway. That kind of thing don’t really matter much nw, anyway.”   [ He won’t explain why he’s still wearing it ]  Won’t say a word as to why it holds such importance.  ( Sarah.... )    “Kansas. Last I heard, there were some dealers      in the quarantine zone there--  If the rumors are true,     They ain’t just.... regular folk.     Fireflies are gettin’ better at hidin’.”

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              “You keep finding something to fight for”

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NO MATTER WHAT                           you keep on findin’ something

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              “You keep finding something to fight for”

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    “C’mon, Ellie---  Keep up--”      For once in what feels like a long while    it’s a warm day,    with the sun leaking through the sky    and shining upon broken-down buildings      and trees that glisten green under its light,      overgrown vines and grasses playing a pretty game     of copycat    seeing which could seem more vibrant among the cracked pavement slabs     and ruined walls--   His steps are long,    and if one looks close enough, there’s a spring in them--  It’s a rare day that the survivor, gruff and quiet as he usually is      is in a good mood.   From his pace he turns, walking backwards,     watching the girl  ( the  i m m u n e )             “-- Dunno if there’s anythin’ left there these days,     But there was a big supermarket up here, years ‘go--      if we’re lucky, there’ll be food--     an’ new clothes, too--  that damn shirt is   f i l t h y.”

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    Tom let a sigh escape him,   using the air he didn’t even know    he had been keeping in his lungs.

    He never got used to facing those things,   no matter how many of them he had to take down    during his supply runs.

    Hazel eyes inspected the other man   as he nodded.    It didn’t seem like he had gotten bitten,  or even scratched.   No, maybe just a bit winded    and nothing more.

    But still, it never hurt to be sure.

    “Mhmm, Anytime.   He didn’t get a bite of ya, righ’?    Yer good?”

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      Dark eyes flicker down     to the corpse of the infected,      the blossoming fungus that had burst from rotting skull--    ( G o d --- he could’ve   d i e d    that day-- )  Straightening himself from his spot,      finally managing to bring his heartrate to a less frantic beat,     the survivor ( by a hair’s breadth )    shakes his head,           takes a step or two forward, to the other,       crossing his arms over his chest.  “-- Naw--    Naw, ain’t a scratch on me--  Thanks t’ you--“    Beat, a moment of thought.  His arms uncross,  his hand gestures,     his brows furrowed.  ( He’s still wary )      “-- You ain’t got nothin’ sproutin’    Do you?“

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“Ooooooh, is that so?“ the Loa chuckled, tapping his cane lightly onto the ground before he took a seat.

“Afraid this trap ‘as plenty more to say, lad.“

His hand reached out, lowering his his finger with ease before leaning back onto the chair. “I ain’t up for favors, but deals.

Say, in the ‘ole wide ‘orld…

What is there that you want?“

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     He had to admit,     This man was   s t r a n g e--  He wore not the ragged, blood-stained clothes of survivors     nor did he hold the look of a man     who had faced the outside world-_  ( it was like he was at peace with it, like he knew what he was doing. )   He drew back, almost instinctively,     reacting with a curled lip,      a shake ofthe head,     licking his lips,   glancing back, wondring where the   h e l l    Ellie had wandered off to---  And then the question strikes him.    Deals?  ....    Sarah.   In the whole wide world, all Joel would want...? To have  Sarah back.  ( he was selfish. There was no thought about saving the world, when he could save his daughter. )     “-- Well, Food ‘n water--      Ammo--    there sure is a lot ‘a  shit I’d want an’ need--    ‘specially now--”  ( He’s lying. It’s clear on his features. Sarah. He wants his daughter back. )