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[williamsurvives]

ofrenas‌:

time  ticked  away  like  effortless motions  on  a  clock  .  blue  gaze  has  pinpointed  him  from  across  a  room  ;  entire  body  feeling  numb .  there  was  nothing  but  a threshold  of  a  doorway  caught  between  them  ;  and  her  chest  bellowed  in  on  itself  .  stunned  ,  blue  eyes  deafening  any  conversation  between  him  and  the  medic  .  it  wasn’t  possible  —–  guilt  touched  the  back  of  her  neck  ,  up  to  her  eyes  .  he  had  been  this  close  ,  all  this  time  ?  she  didn’t  look  hard  enough  ,  she  didn’t  look  long  enough  .  it’s  swallowed  in  the  back  of  her  throat  ,  tasted  like  crimson  .  eyes  fluttered  shut  ,  tight  ..  willing  the  apparition  to  go  away  .  with  the  light  of  his  voice  ,  she’ll  open  again  .  still  here  .  “you’re  dead  .”  she  finally  mustered  ,  but  it  cracked  .   hands  instinctively  found  her  sides    but  her  boots  were  anchored  to  the  floor  .  tears  burned  ,  they  stung  baby  blues  and  appeared  them  brighter  around  the  halo  of  scarlet  .  lips  pursed  ,  to  keep  them  from  trembling  ;  and  she  speaks  again  .  “y-you’re  dead  .” it’s  the  same  mask  ,  but  only  this  time  ;  shells  have  cracked  ,  and  visions  of  the  past  rippled  the  water  beneath  her  feet  .   confusion  laced  her  brows  ,  and  reality  struck  hard  .  the medic  —-  giving  report  .  the  vague  utter  of  a leader  ,  who  suddenly  sounded  all  too  familiar  .  it  hallowed  her  chest  ,  and  broke  open  a  heart  that  had  long  been  beaten  and  bruised  .  “where  the  hell  were  you—” and  anger  ,  snapped  in  an  instant  ;  not  meant  to  lash  out  ,  just  ..  overwhelmed  .  “i waited ,  at  the cabin  -  i waited and -” memories  ,  like  whiplash  .  and  her  eyes  shut  ,  fingertips  running  through  her  hair  ;  a  ring  still  left  behind  on  her  hand  ,  for  sentiment  .  “i’m sorry-” she  turns  on  her  heels  ,  pacing  ;  trying  to  gather  her  thoughts  .  

Not for one second did Will believe that Rena was dead. Maybe that was partially because he couldn’t have handled it if he really believed she was. These days, Will hung onto hope when maybe he shouldn’t have. He wholeheartedly believed that if they created a cure for the zombie disease, it would help to save the world and those that they had lost. There was also a chance that it would save them from the toxin that was starting to spread. Some people called the idealism stupid, but Will needed it to continue seeing a point in simply surviving. Similarly, although he’d lost his whole, entire family, he always reminded himself that there was a chance that one day, Will would find Rena. He had never seen her dead body, and never seen her face deteriorated like a zombie’s. All of those signs pointed to Rena being alive.

But Rena being alive wasn’t that simple. The emotion overwhelmed Will and he could see on her face that the emotion was overwhelming Rena, too. Her voice was cracking, her eyes welled, and Will swallowed back tears as he hands began to shake. “I’m not dead,” he said quietly, reaching out to touch her hand. He hoped that it was a sign that he was alive, that his warmth would simultaneously convince and comfort her. “I’m here, helping to lead the Saints,” Will said unnecessarily, voice thick.

When Rena’s anger came, Will forced himself to remain calm for the two of them. He was equally as emotional, but one of them had to be reasonable for answers to come. His hands balled into fists at his side, but no matter how hard he tried, Will couldn’t look away from Rena. “I came as quickly as I could,” Will promised. “I was deep in the mountains, Rena, it took some time. When I got there… uh, people were dead,” he said. Will, despite the years that had passed, had never managed to admit that he killed his family to survive. It was what they would have wanted, but it was never that simple to say. “Don’t apologize,” Will said quietly, watching Rena as she paced. “You can feel however you need too. This is shocking and confusing and everything I’ve ever hoped for.”

After a moment, Will decided telling his story would be best. “I came down the mountains to the cabin and everyone there had… uh, not done well. I left and tried to find my mom, but they were gone too, and then I just started traveling, hoping I’d find you. When I never did, I made some friends along the way and started leading the Saints. That’s it.”

[williamsurvives]

@scintamclia

The toxin was a concern that Will often wondered about. If there was one person he trusted to give sage advice about where they would go next, away from the rotting corpses, it was Lia. They were a unit, a family, and they had helped the Saints thrive together. Whatever the world threw at them next, Will was confident that they could handle it, but first, there’d need to be discussion and plotting. 

With two glasses of water and a bowl of wild berries in hand, Will entered their usual discussion spot and put the bowl of berries between them. “So, before we brainstorm about the toxin,” he said with a sigh, “How are you doing?” Will paused before adding, “I thought if we could create the cure, it’d wipe out zombies and the toxin.” Two subjects and one conversation was their usual banter.

[williamsurvives]

miidnightspecial‌:

           the world was gone to shit , but mina had found an abandoned old bar and so , at the very least , her day had become the slightest bit more interesting. glass cracked beneath her booted feet but she didn’t flinch , the surroundings had been dead enough when she’d previously scouted the area and so with a quick glance behind her , mina shut the bar’s creaking door with a gentle thud.

a few steps inside told mina that the place had been looted. she slid herself across the bar and upon hitting the floor, she felt a hollow ground beneath her feet. “ bingo. ” with a triumphant grin , mina felt around for a handle concealed beneath broken bottles and glasses , finally managing to pull back the entrance to a well hidden cellar. she had been about to descend when the door gave a familiar creak and mina’s reflexes kicked into action. taking cover behind the bar, she raised her hand gun toward the door and peeked her head out to check on her intruder. “ keep quiet and i may let you live. ” she spoke softly so as not to attract any more attention to this haven of shattered glass and stale liqour. “ and i might share the whiskey i’m hoping is hiding somewhere in here. ”

It wasn’t everyday that Will managed to get away from the Saints, but when he did, he was the first to admit that he liked to roam the expanses of Toledo. Somedays, he returned with found goods, and other days, he returned with nothing but a renowned purpose. He was the first to admit that despite the toxin, he believed that they could create a cure, and slowly, with time, rebuild the world. Freedom, even though he loved his people, always renewed that faith.

Today, Will ended up in an abandoned bar. His hand stayed on the trigger of his gun, knowing better than to believe wholehearted that no one was around. People and walkers were equally threatening, and sometimes, stealth was used when another came around. Today was no different. When he recognized Mina behind the bar, gun raised, Will immediately lowered his weapon. He waited until she finished speaking before taking a hesitant step forward. “I’d love a bit of whiskey,” he said. “I wouldn’t mind your company either, if you’re willing.”

[williamsurvives]

ofrenas‌:

  somewhere  along  the  way  ,  she’d  been  nicked  just  below  the  ribs  .  call  it  bad  luck  ,  or  what  you  want  —-   she’d  spent  most  of  the  the  last  week  venturing  further  and  further  from  the  bases  of  camp  ;  territory  vastly  close  to  others  she’d  only  heard  rumors  of  .  word  of  mouth  wasn’t  to  be  trusted  ,  and  if  it  hadn’t  been  for  the  fact  she  knew  the  hunter  in  passing  —–    she  would  have  pressed  on  .  they’ve  insisted  she  spent  the  night  ,  that  the  bruising  touched  under  the  hem  of  her  shirt  needed  medical  attention  .  turns  out  ,  she’s  not  as  invincible  as  the  rest  of  the  world  liked  to  believe  .  strangers  are  ushered  in  through  the  doors  of  a  camp  she’d  never  set  foot  in  ;  on  edge  by  how  willing  they  were  to  help  .  nobody  was  this  nice  without  reason  ,  not  anymore  .  brows  furrowed  ,  and  she’s  inside  what  looks  like  a  medical  room  .  there’s  a  kid  ,  probably  in  his  early  twenties  ;  a  new  medic  ,  she  could  only  assume  .  he  shivered  with  a  stitches  kit  ,  and  the  cold  shoulder  she’d  been  left  with  ;  quietly  melted  .  he’s  finishing  up  ,  when  a  certain  tug  causes  her  to  flinch  ;  and  him  to  do  the  same  .   “hey-  it’s  okay–”  voice  caught  on  an  echo  in  the  space  around  them  .  blue  eyes  match  the  boy’s  and  she  smiles  ,  shaking  her  head  .  “doesn’t  hurt  .”  a  lie  ,  it  hurt  like  hell  .  but  he  did  a  good  job  .  she’s  sitting  in  the  same  chair  when  he  leaves  ,  glancing  down  to  the  stitches  ,  before  pulling  the  hem  of  fabric  back  down  ,  and  over  .  it  was  gonna’  be  tender   for  awhile  ,  she’d  have  to  nurse  it  .  there’s  another  step  ,  and  she’s  whipping  around  ;  eyes  caught  on  the  man  beyond  the  threshold  of  the  door  .  —–  no  ,  not  a man  ..   a  ghost  .  @williamsurvives

It wasn’t everyday that the Saints picked up an injured member of Camp Serotonin, but when someone was in danger, Will was a big believer that they deserved help. Whether they moved over to the Saints or stuck with their camp was irrelevant, he just hoped that the medics at Serotonin would do the same for his people. Allegedly, the woman had already agreed to spend the night recovering and in relative safety — with the toxin allegedly around and zombies around, safety was never guaranteed — which Will was relieved by. No lives needed to be spent due to an injury and someone’s pride. He was merely visiting to discuss what had happened, where and whether the camp was safe.

When he rounded the corner of the med bay and saw the woman’s figure, he paused in the doorway. There was something incredibly familiar about her, although Will couldn’t immediately place why beyond the memory of Rina. If he were being truthful, that memory was often on the surface when he saw petite brunettes with similarly wavy hair. Grief was truly insidious. When she fully turned around, Will swallowed harshly and blinked a few times, obviously in shock. “What?” He said quietly, furrowing his brow, wishing he could come up with something more eloquent. “How?” He’d never believed that Rina was dead, but being confronted with her alive… that was unfathomable.

The medic, Adrian, looked uncomfortable and said something about Rina merely needing rest before taking his leave. Will took his seat in front of Rina and stared for a moment, silent, trying to process. “Hi,” he said, still at a loss for words.

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ckamdar‌:

location : in some abandoned cabin.

“ i have good news and bad news. ” she had just ran into the nearest place that she could — how many of the infected were out there and what plan was she going off of? too many and no plan at all. which is pretty standard for her if she’s being honest. the only issue was her hatchet was stuck in one of those bug eyes and her gun wasn’t function. so she had to rush into some cabin, with little regards to whoever else might be lurking around. once in, she slammed the door shut and move whatever was even left in the damn place to barricade the door — damn it. “ the good news is we’re alive. bad news? everyone out there isn’t. looks like we’re stuck with each other until they settle down.”

“Okay,” Will said once she warned him that there was good news and bad news. During the apocalypse, there was very rarely only good news, Will had come to learn. In this situation, stuck in an abandoned cabin, Will found it hard to believe that there was even good news… besides not having the walls broken down by zombies, he supposed. “Well, at least we have this place to hole up in,” Will replied, keeping one hand on his gun and his body angled towards the door. “So, what should we do to pass the time? Play a game? Reminisce about the good old days?” Clearly, it wasn’t Will’s first time in this situation.

[williamsurvives]

( jack falehee. 32. he/him. ) we spotted WILLIAM CARTER around toledo today, just another gear in the machine of the apocalypse. i heard he is the CO-LEADER of THE SAINTS. i guess it fits, seeing as he is known to be + idealistic & + considerate, as well as - overbearing & - cunning. they often have from eden by hozier stuck in their head while they work. i wonder if they’re prepared for what’s coming ? 

Will grew up in a family of four in Breckenridge, Colorado. His mom and dad were both ski instructors and his sister was one year younger.

Naturally, Will grew up on the mountain, skiing and doing plenty of hiking, running, mountain biking, etc. He loved the outdoors, he lived and breathed it.

That being said, Will also struggled a lot with academics. He was diagnosed with dyslexia and fell easily behind in classes. Thankfully, his parents were more than willing to help out, and as a family, they came up with a simple reward system: every class Will passed was a day spent on the mountain, whether that was skiing or backpacking.

Thanks to his proximity to the mountains, Will grew up hearing a lot of tragedies that happened both because of people’s stupidity and nature. As he grew older, and had more comprehension of the risks involved, he began educating himself. He took classes to become a professional guide, he took classes to understand the avalanche risks, etc. Naturally, that became his job on school breaks.

When Will was eighteen, he initially stuck with guiding, but it didn’t last long. By nineteen, Will was studying to become a paramedic, and that’s when he met his future wife, Rena.

The two fell in love hard and fast and created a fulfilling life together. Thankfully, he never had to give up his love for the outdoors and she was a successful artist. Their dreams seemed to mesh together seamlessly.

A few years into his career as a paramedic, Will also joined the Search and Rescue force and went on many expeditions to save others from the mountain, which he loved. It was a perfect balance between work, helping others and his own passions.

Unfortunately, Will’s father got sick with cancer. Since it was rumoured that a cure was being created, Will was hopeful, but he spent time taking care of his father as well. It was a lot for one man to balance between his wife, two jobs, and caring for his father, but Will was always clinging onto hope.

Before the cure was created, Will’s father passed away. He grieved by going on a month long expedition in Nepal, but when he came back, Will swore that he was fine. With Rena there, things just seemed bearable.

Two years later, however, Will was offered a full time position with SAR. It would be in a remote location, but his experience as a paramedic was invaluable. Ultimately, Will chose to take it, and Rena had her dream job elsewhere. The two broke up because of it which naturally broke Will’s heart.

Eight months later, the outbreak occurred. Faaaar from people, Will didn’t have too much to fear personally, but he did care about Rena. He headed through the mountains to a cabin where they previously spent a lot of time and there he found her zombified family. To survive, Will was forced to kill them. Next he went looking for his sister and mother, both of whom were also lost to the virus.

Naturally, Will went searching for signs of life, both in everyday people and Rena. He joined forces with who he could and when he stumbled upon the camps, Will felt a little more content. He was always best suited looking after people and organizing them.

Currently, Will gets through the days with the hope that the Saints will find a cure and helping everyone around camp. He can be found doing odd jobs when he isn’t in Co-Leader mode.

He just really loves and cares about people?? But he will be a hard ass to help his camp.

He’s spent like his whole life making split second decisions in mountains and through being a paramedic so he knows how to look at stakes and give things up. He’s kind, but not an idiot.

PLOTS:

The Ex-Wife: Will’s been looking for her for years and still cares deeply about her. They separated as friends, but he refuses to accept she may be dead. He won’t leave the Saints to find her, he’s wholeheartedly dedicated to them, but he still hopes that Rena survived. @ofrenas

A Family Figure: Since Will loves his family above all else and lost them, he’s desperate to find people that he loves and cares for in the same way. This person is like family to him now, their bond is deep, and he’d do anything for them and vice versa. Can be younger or older.

Protective Of: This person is someone Will would do anything to protect. They’re younger than him and almost like a child to him. Could be a member of the Saints or a Rogue.

Patched Up: On their journey to the camps, Will found someone injured and helped fix them up. From there, they became friends and traveled together for a while.

One Night Stand: On an emotional night, these two hooked up and Will now avoids them a bit. They were most likely friends before.

+ all the regular friends plots!! Like this and I’ll DM you.