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We think it is calm here, or the storm is the right size.

[im-not-harley-but-im-quinn]

As she rested against the fence the low grumbling sounds of the decaying bodies on the other side. Honestly, she was fine as long as the grumbles and burbles stayed grumbles and burbles. When suddenly a louder growl and a bang came from the other side – her eyes widened and she moved away from the fence line. 

“Me either,” she offered, “I’m from Arizona, my ex dragged me up here.” The blonde lowered her eyes and gave a scoff before tacking on, “don’t worry, going in there is the last thing on my mind.”

[will-kamaka-blog]

When she took a step forward due to the louder growl from the other side of the fence, Will took a few steps back as well. He was worried about the integrity of the fence, but it looked like it would hold enough for their conversation. Moving might be a better idea, maybe to one of the other houses or across the street. It would certainly be safer. Will shifted from foot to foot stopping himself from bolting and focused on her words.

“I was traveling around the country myself so I can’t blame someone else for coming here,” he said ruefully. “Oh that’s good. I didn’t really think you would, you know? Just was reminding you it would be a really bad idea.”

[razahasani-blog]

he had been here for around five years and despite the fact that in someways, it had become home, his mind still wandered to london more times than not. he wondered if it was bad there like it was here. he wondered if his mum had made a mistake moving them across the fucking pond. what if life was going about as usual there? what if she had lived had they stayed? he knew things had been tough. he had witnessed it from a young age. but he had done all he could to help. and now he was alone with two fucking teenagers who just didn’t get it. he loved them with all his heart and would do whatever he could to protect them but there were times he got so mad at his mother for leaving him to raise them in this new world. 

it terrified him to leave them alone each and every time he needed to gather supplies. would he come back to dead bodies? some bastard eating their guts? but he needed to make sure they ate and he was as quick as he could possibly be each and every time. he never ventured far from wherever they had decided on home either. 

his hands dug through drawers and cupboards at random, tugging whatever he could out. whatever they could use, he slipped into his bag. the rest was discarded on the floor or if he was feeling particularly annoyed, halfway across the fucking room. he tried his hardest to avoid throwing anything that would make too much noise. 

                                      “ fuckin’ hell…where’s all the food? ”

[will-kamaka-blog]

though it had been about two years of being on the mainland and the fact this place was his home now, he still thought about the islands. how couldn’t he? they were in his blood and he missed the north shore so desperately on some nights. he could swear he could hear the ocean hitting the rocks when he laid alone in the dark, but he knew it was just his blood rushing about. and then his thoughts naturally turned to his family. what if this was just contained to mainland america? would his parents and sisters and aunts and cousins all be waiting for news of him like his uncle’s notice of being kia? but he supposed he had found a new family here.

his heart pounded whenever he went out on supply runs, being separated from his family made his mind go to the worst possible scenarios. what if he was killed by a raider? or worse, what if he was killed by a walker? to become a walking corpse… even with all his fears, he knew he still had to help the camp, so he was traveling farther and farther away in the confines of cheyenne to find things. 

walking into the next home he was alerted to an occupant by the clattering in the kitchen. he half drew his machete, expecting a walker- maybe eating a cat or some shit to make that level of racket. but there was no noise of ripping flesh and no groans, instead there was a muttered curse. ‘where’s all the food’, indeed. everyone was asking that.

                                          “ uh…. do you need some help, man? ”

[marissa-cartwright]

     Marissa’s struggle to free herself slow seized as the man pierced his dagger into her throat, letting a few drops of blood appear. She didn’t know how exactly she got into the position, but she was hoping for something or someone to help give her a way out of it. She couldn’t reach her dagger that was in her boot without giving away suspicion and she wasn’t willing to move with the risk of the man slitting her throat. For once she’d have to hope for someone else to save her… 

[will-kamaka-blog]

Will wasn’t quite sure what he stumble upon. He had walked into this building to be faced with two people. All he knew was there was a woman with a knife over her throat, and both were being controlled by the man. That was really all he needed to know, that someone’s life was in danger, to step in. “Hey asshole!” he called out, drawing himself up to his full height. “Yeah you, you dipshit. Let her go,” he said calmly while drawing out his machete. “Or we’ll have a problem and I think I’d be much harder to fight.”

[daggersinherhand-blog]

Bellamy always had things in order; her supplies, her clothes, her thoughts. Being disoriented was something she something she despised, and so, she tried to make sure it was a feeling she rarely felt – or NEVER felt. She made sure she was in control of things, but Eli’s return made her feel more than just disoriented, but stressed too.  

                                                  And boy, did it make her unravel.  

She liked controlling things, but now, she wasn’t even in control of her emotions. They were scattered, like leaves during the fall. And all it took was one simple comment to urge her to whip her daggers out – swinging like a madman. Her attack wasn’t coordinated ( like they were usually ) and in the middle of things, the victim was able to get a few jabs in before they died. She wasn’t hurt too badly, she only had a few gashes on her arms, and one on her lower collarbone. Bella left the scene, but she needed to clean herself up – she was hoping she would run into a survivor on her way home, and like godsend, she saw one in the distance. She approached them with light footing, a frown on her face to match her wide eyes ( she looked as if she was SCARED, as if she wasn’t actually frustrated ). “Ex-Excuse me!” she called out, “do you have any medical supplies? I need help.”

[will-kamaka-blog]

Today just didn’t seem like his day. Everything had been going fine, he had left the airport with minimum panic, even found an untouched house full of stuff the camp needed. But that was where the good day had stopped. There was a reason why the house was untouched and was because the inhabitants, a family of four, were all turned and trapped inside. He had killed and disposed of them, but the encounter had left his hands shake and his breath short.

                                                              He hated this feeling, like he was unravelling.

His panic was running rampart now and he just wanted back, to be safe inside the airport again. He could almost hear Nadja’s voice in his ear ( you’re being a lil’ bitch, Will ) so he paused for a moment to get it under control. Nothing had happened, he was safe and he was on his way home, and nothing would happen between here and there. He repeated the thought like a mantra until his breath evened out. Now he could actually focus on walking, on his surroundings. And of course his little mantra was proving to be wrong. A girl was approaching, bleeding, and asking for help. Her wide eyes and cuts made him instantly snap into carer mood, he wasn’t a healer but he was what this girl had and he had dealt with enough cuts from bar fights to know what to do. “What happened?” He asked as she got closer, already unzipping his backpack. “Is anyone following you that I’ll have to worry about?”

[dontfckwithava-blog]

Not a single Goddamn moment of peace. Ava ducked down as bullets whipped through the windshield of the car she’d hot-wired miles back. Couldn’t be the same assholes she’d stolen it from —- unless of course she’d stolen more than a car. But when she checked, she couldn’t find anything of value tucked under the seats or in the back. Either way, that was the least of her concerns now. The biggest issue at hand? Getting the hell out of there without a bullet in her back.

[will-kamaka-blog]

Just when he thinks he’s getting better about going outside, shit like this happens. Of fucking course it does. Hiding behind the corner of a building as he watched bullets fly at a car from a couple of pistol armed men advancing down the road, he wondered why he had to be caught in a gunfight. He had caught a flash of long hair, along with a decidedly feminine yelp of surprise, ducking down into the passenger seat as the car was first fired upon- so one woman against two armed men. He wasn’t sure if the car’s occupant was armed or not but that didn’t seem like good odds. Sighing, he pulled the shotgun he stole borrowed from Nadja out of his backpack. Taking a deep breath he stepped out from the corner of the building, letting off a blast that sent one of the men running. Far better odds now.

[will-kamaka-blog]

He caught sight of something following him a couple of blocks back but it seemed too absurd to be an actual creature. Too tall legs for its elongated but barrel like body, a long snout that seemed off compared to the delicate curvature of its spine. Pure white, if he could tell underneath all the dirt. Finally he turned around and crouched down, holding out his hand palm side down. Watching this ridiculous excuse for a dog approach him shyly, almost at a sideways angle, he spoke under his breath at it. “Really, you’re following me? Of all people.” 

He liked dogs, sure, had a few in his childhood but he had never personally owned one. Just couldn’t care for one with all the traveling he did. It finally nosed under his hand, licking his fingers like they had something delicious on them. Catching sight of a red collar, gnawed on and ragged, he found the barely hanging on tag: Ghost. How fitting. More movement in the distance drew his attention as the dog snuffled along his his jeans. Luckily it wasn’t a walker, just a person. “This dog yours?”

[will-kamaka-blog]

( » » ever a hard rot. )

@ritvikchopra

“You certain you got that?” He felt a little useless, holding only one of those canvas bags you’d bring to the grocery store while the man beside him had a fairly large box. Today had been one of those q-word days (don’t jinx it, Nadja’s voice whispered in his head) and he had finished his rounds so he went to check if the other carers didn’t need some help. So now he was following Ritvik around while he moved… things. He wasn’t sure what the stuff was but it was important enough to Ritvik so it was important to him. The strain was evident in his shoulders from the box but Ritvik had picked it up before he could or even offer. “Where are we taking this stuff?”

[im-not-harley-but-im-quinn]

Quinn turned to face him, leaning her back against the wall with her legs kicked out slightly. He was a big, burly man and she was an ant in comparison to him. She wasn’t one to run or be rude, so she looked up at him, squinting against the beating sun. “Yeah, there’s at least…” she was cut off by a loud growl and a bang on the fence, her head jerked to glance for a second only to see a rotting peeper looking back at her. The look on her face was a mix between distaste and annoyance, “think you know any of them?” She asked over the gurgling on the other side of the wood.

[will-kamaka-blog]

Her relaxed posture against the fence grated on his nerves a little bit. There was an unknown number of walkers behind her, separated by a thin wooden fence and she was so casual about it. He was nervous enough for the both of them, though he was controlling the sign well. “Me? No,” he said shaking his head as he watched the movement behind the fence. “No, I got stuck here, flight got cancelled-” It seemed forever ago, like a half remembered memory to see all the boards say ‘cancelled’ in scrolling red text. “Wouldn’t know any of them, though there sounds like there’s a lot. Don’t tell me you’re going to do something stupid like walk in there.”

[im-not-harley-but-im-quinn]

“Shit–” she muttered, hearing the dragging patter of footsteps on the pavement, on the other side of the fence. Luckily, they were behind the fence and she was on the safe side. “It’s like an undead cook out or something…” she said, with a small head shake. Once she turned around, seeing someone else walking up the street towards the house was standing before she rolled her eyes. Honestly, she wasn’t in the mood for this today. 

[will-kamaka-blog]

Going outside was still a struggle for him, but the iron bands that wrapped around his chest felt a little looser today. He could breathe and function normally, didn’t feel panic fill him. His hands were steady and he wanted to help his camp. So today he was going out to search for supplies. Walking down the street, he could hear the groans. Probably a lot of them in a yard, as the street looked clear. Keeping a cautious ear out for them, he surveyed the surrounding houses. It was then he noticed the blonde woman standing next to the side fence of a house, peering into the backyard. Approaching, he could only hope she was friendly enough. “Is there a party of them back here?”

[hsonfessions]

I want to know if Will's D matches the rest of him.

Something tells me he won’t disappoint.

[lauraxxcarlisle]

“Everything will probably will have blown up. It’s just going to happen. Part of me just thinks they like to get me in trouble. I mean think about it, wouldn’t you rat your sibling out for any little thing if you thought it would get them in trouble? I just think people need to back the hell off. Especially the younger students.”

[will-kamaka-blog]

“I guess the first thing I’ll be doing when I get home will be re-building the place then. What else are younger siblings for? Of course they would- even my third cousins would rat me out if they thought they would get something out of it. Yeah, people need to calm the hell down, back off the younger students, and turn all their anger into to figuring out who could be the one to be sick enough to kill other people over something as arbitrary as where their magic comes from in their family.”

[lauraxxcarlisle]

“Oh magic related tantrums, I remember them well. Hogwarts was the only choice for my family so that means I get to have everything I do reported back to my dads if I step out of line even a little bit. It’s disgusting what some people are doing. I thought I saw an older student bullying a first year over everything.”

[will-kamaka-blog]

“She just started having them. I dread to see what has happened when I get back. Hope she hasn’t burned the house down. Just be happy they care so much for you, I mean they clearly are paying attention- even if they’re going about it all wrong. I know, I had to thrown down to stop a few scuffles myself. We’re like a powder keg.”

[sarcrruz]

He glanced at the other student quickly and then back to the laughing pureblood student, he was right. Punching some idiot wouldn’t bring anyone who had been killed back alive. Nodding slowly, the Gryffindor slowly turned away and focused on the guy who had at least some sense of rational thought, something Santiago tended to lack at times. He was an emotional person and being conditioned by his father not to be it was usually only negative emotions that got to the surface, like anger. “Thank you, for talking some sense man.”

[will-kamaka-blog]

“As a Ravenclaw, I should be able to talk sense after all this time shouldn’t I?” He gave an easy laugh to cover up the muttered hiss of ‘dirty mudblood’ as the pureblood pushed past him. Normally he would be dealing out punches of his own for such a comment, but right now reason was overruling feeling. Reason was telling him he shouldn’t take personal affronts so directly, he had to protect other’s in his House and those who couldn’t let comments roll right off them- like this guy. Reason was what he always fell back on when he was stressed, even more than fighting. Fighting just relieved his boredom, but reason calmed him and right now was no exception for that rule. “Uh... Santiago, right? I think we had a potions class together last year.”

[lauraxxcarlisle]

“If I could have kept this all a secret from them I would have. But unfortunately I have two little brothers who write home about everything and that’s how they found out. This whole thing is terrible for all of us.”

[will-kamaka-blog]

“I’ve got younger siblings, but none here. I think one of my sisters is magic inclined- she blew up a potted plant last summer when my mom took away her doll. She is going to go to Ilvermorny, but I decided to come here as an exchange student. Worst timing ever if you ask me. All jokes aside, it’s really is horrible. It’s scaring all the younger students and turning everyone against each other.”

[ezrashelton-blog]

favorite person in each house + 1 professor

“In each house? Oh. Well, in Gryffindor I would definitely have to say Nova. Hufflepuff…Zac or Camille. Ravenclaw…Will or Ingrid. I don’t know that many people in Slytherin though. At least not enough to pick a favourite. As for professor? Professor Nikolayevich.”

@daggersinherhand @zac-carlson @anotherzombieinthewall @will-kamaka @goodgirlsdontsurvive @alexi-nikolayevich

[will-kamaka-blog]

Favorite and least favorite person in your House?

“Favorite would be… Jesus, this is hard. I like so many people in my House. Okay, Atticus, the kid has guts and I like that. Least favorite person is easier. Bhakta. That fucker, taking bets on who is going to die next? I’d place a galleon on him.”

( @atticus-marshall, @vikramthemortician )

[will-kamaka-blog]

Is there anyone you could quite happily never talk to again?

“Anyone who insults my family or friends.”