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@wolfcrestpointe
sporadic rp writer who just can't quit tumblr.
hi and hello there! i'm whitney and this is my semi-selective/multi-muse indie blog. mature themes and nsfw content will be found, so you've been warned. i love to plot and my dms are always open!
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@thecagedhearts
I’m at the usual table, Holden texted before setting his phone down on the table. The booth in question was a little secluded from the rest of the area and offered some privacy but above all, the muffled sounds coming from the speakers meant they’d be able to actually maintain a conversation without straining to hear or shouting over the music.
It was a bit strange to be here though. They had good memories at this table so he hoped what he was about to do wouldn’t tarnish them. Because yeah, he’d decided that tonight, he would tell her that he saw her boyfriend doing just a few days ago. There was no easy way to reveal something like that but he figured it would be way harder for her to hear it so that encouraged him to stand his ground. She needed to know. He couldn’t wait to see her though. He’d even arrived 15 minutes early and just to avoid keeping her waiting, plus maybe, just maybe he wanted to see her arrive and make her way over to him. She was a snack, there was no denying that, and old habits die hard, right? His gaze kept drifting to his phone every now and then so he wouldn’t miss potential texts from her.
Rose told herself not to overthink the nervous energy humming through her. Catching up with an ex would give anyone a little anxiety. Especially an ex you shared so much history with. Since their last interaction, Rose found herself thinking about the memories they made together. A small part of her felt guilty for letting Holden take up residence in her mind. She should be thinking about Jake.. and only Jake.
A few minutes after texting Holden that she was almost there, Rose arrived at the oh-so familiar spot her ex had picked to meet. She hadn't been here in years. Rose tried going a few times after they broke up, but it only made her think of him more. It was just easier for her to avoid the place altogether. Rose felt a little more confident this time around. She had moved on from Holden and was happily dating someone else. "Hey, I hope you weren't waiting too long." Rose slid into the booth, nervously running her fingers through her brown locks. "I'll be honest, I never thought I'd be sitting at this table with you again. It's a little trippy," she cracked a tiny joke.
Most wouldn't imagine that Raven was familiar with the harsh reality of violence. She was beautiful, posed, and always tried to make a good impression on people if only for her father's sake, or rather, to lessen any lecture or lesson he might have for her if she did not make people believe the image she wore. A model, high in the social ladder thanks to a rich father and her striking beauty, not to mention the abilities she had not everyone was aware of. It was no surprise to Raven she got so much attention at the club, or anywhere, really. Person after drunk person tried to approach her but all the woman wanted to do was get lost in the sea of bodies, dance, let her mind wander and she knew she could do that with Milo on watch. Raven liked him a little more than the other's that circled her personal security, something her father insisted upon despite her being quite capable of protecting herself, he hadn't cultivated her image for it to be ruined by truth.
There had been one particularly insistent drunk man that tried to get her attention, Raven evaded him a few times before he got close enough to touch her and she ignored him. Dancing into the mass of bodies easily enough but when she turned back around to spot the man, keep him in sight, he was gone and she noticed Milo was as well. That was how Raven found herself outside the club, the much muffled by the brick walls but still loud enough to be heard but it didn't drown out the sound of a fist hitting flesh and the harsh words coming from Milo. Raven remained quite, watching with a hand on the brick wall before she took a slow breath and moved closer, eyes scanning Milo for injuries but knowing the man on the ground bore most of them.
"Are you quite finished?" Raven asked coolly, reaching Milo's side but maintaining some distance, eyes dropping over him now that she was closer and noting the blood on his hand. Her brow arched some and she glanced up to catch his gaze. She wondered what had set Milo off on this little venture and beating of the man she barely recognized as the most persistent one, hmm, perhaps he'd simply gotten too close to her for Milo's liking, she didn't mind if that was the case, he had been too close. "Let's go before security comes around asking why you're pummeling a man in the back alley." Her fingers brushed against his arm, the one covered in blood and she gently tugged at his arm, though her expression was slightly annoyed, her night had been ended earlier and quite before she'd managed to get any sort of buzz on, her touch was careful and almost caring.
Milo rose up from the gritty concrete, spitting on the beaten male as his final blow. He felt confident that the creep wouldn't be coming back to this nightclub anytime soon. God help him if he did. Milo whipped his head to the side as the sound of Raven's voice caught him off guard. He rolled his shoulders, shaking off a few droplets of blood from his knuckles. "I am now." Milo wasn't concerned about Raven seeing his more violent side. That was the entire reason he had his job. To protect her by any means necessary.
"I'd be happy to tell security all about him. Those fuckers clearly aren't doing their job if he slipped under the radar." He followed alongside Raven, heading towards the parking lot for a quick escape. "The prick slipped something in your drink while you were dancing. You gotta be better about that shit. There's too many sick assholes who would do whatever they could to have you." He didn't mean to scold her, it wasn't exactly his style, but Raven had to be more careful.
the nervousness that took over claire's body all weekend slowly began to dissipate. even though several decades had passed since they last spoke, she felt like it'd only been a weekend. banter was the quickest way to break the ice and luckily for her, iris had always been good with it. because she was right. before she married her husband, claire moved through the world with a boldness that only youth could provide. she and jack played the part of a happily married couple while they raised their kids. once they hit middle age, they agreed than an open marriage would help them tie any loose ends. she was surprised that she was allowed into her old friend's home. after kicking off her shoes at the door, her eyes took in her surroundings and a bittersweet feeling took over. "thank you for letting me in. i wasn't sure... thought about calling you, but i couldn't rekindle over the phone. you deserve better than that." yes, she was very late with this and couldn't apologize her way out of it. "i missed you, iris. how're you holding up?"
Claire was still the breathtaking beauty that Iris remembered. That aura of grace and elegance she carried so well hadn't wavered over the years. Claire always had an almost regal quality about her. Iris' gaze followed her former friend as she walked inside, catching the scent of Claire's perfume when she passed by. Ignoring the way it made her stomach flip, Iris closed the door and approached her once close confidant. "It's okay, friends drift apart sometimes. I hope after today we can work on fixing that." Hearing Claire missed her brought a pleased smirk to Iris' lips. "I would too. I'm pretty awesome," she teased. "Jokes aside.. I missed you too. I've been doing pretty great actually. I finally opened my own art gallery where I feature my work and other artists. It's my pride and joy. What about you?"
“I’m not sure”, he lied, shaking his head slowly. Things had changed and maybe Holden had changed too. It was even more obvious since they stopped falling into bed together. He was really down in the dump and it was even harder after feeling on top of the world during all those years so yeah, things were different in a bad way. Being able to share them with someone he loved was what made special but he’d been too immature to realize that. Now, pride and guilt kept him from telling her the truth but Holden hoped he’d eventually learn to live with his regrets because time was supposed to heal all wounds, right? Besides it wasn’t like he’d never felt alone before. Once his sisters left for college, there was nothing to softened to blow of his brother’s disdain for him. If he could deal with that, he could deal with heartbreak, right? “I will. Thank you for them”. His parents were very fond of Rose; his entire family was actually. Memories of his mother and sisters teasing him, asking when he’d propose to her always made him smile. One thing he was thankful for was they didn’t blame him openly. They wouldn’t be wrong but that would just be rubbing salt into the wound, plus it was awkward enough to have them tread carefully to avoid mentioning Rose or relationship in general whenever they talked to him.
His siblings and him were supposed to get together to plan a surprise for their parents but though he was happy at the idea of hanging out with his sisters, seeing his brother was the last thing he wanted right now. Just thinking about it, he could feel a knot form in the pit of his stomach, one that tightened when Rose confirmed that she wasn’t at the nightclub with her boyfriend. His face fell at her words; he just couldn’t help it. She deserved better. He wanted to tell her so bad but… wouldn’t that be too brutal? She was a good enough reason to stick around because though he might not know how to tell her what he saw, there was no way he’d let that guy take her for a fool. From now until they met again, he would try to come up with something. “Friday’s good for me”, he answered, willingly choosing to keep the other conversation at that for now. “Jake is a lucky guy by the way”, he had the audacity to add.
"Great, I can't wait to catch up." Rose didn't see the harm in meeting Holden for drinks. Her feelings towards him were completely platonic. She was happily dating Jake and looking forward to what the future held for them. Holden was a part of her past now. They had their chance and it simply wasn't meant to be. A soft, yet playful smile reached her lips. "I like to think so." Rose quipped, reaching out to give Holden's arm a small squeeze. "I'm glad we ran into each other. I'll see you Friday." She winked, dropping her hand away before making her way back outside to meet Jake.
open to anyone, 40+ plot: claire and your muse had a homoerotic friendship that ended once she got married in the mid 90s. they hadn't seen each other much after this, but claire wanted to stop and pay them a visit while she was in their town even though it makes her incredibly nervous.
one would think a woman who spent her entire adult life in front of a camera was confident enough to address anyone, or anything, at any given time. claire had endlessly graced talkshows, red carpets, runways and photoshoots and for as long as she could remember. so the fact that she was so on edge about meeting up with her one of oldest friends was incredibly bewildering and unfamiliar to her. perhaps it was her own guilt eating away at her. she really had no explanation for going ghost and reducing their friendship to the occasional email when she felt comfortable enough to send one - which wasn't often. so it was safe to say that claire had no idea how to pick up where they left off. but surprisingly, she pushed herself to follow through on her commitment. as soon as her driver dropped her off at her friend's location, she knocked on the door and anxiously rocked back and forth on her feet. in the past, she would just let herself in without an introduction. that just didn't feel appropriate given the circumstances. several moments passed before she was knocking again. the door swung open and claire was ambushed by the depth of her own feelings. "um, hi. can i come in?"
Iris had no choice but to accept that her friendship with Claire had dissolved over the years. Things had to change once her friend got married. The closeness they shared would only complicate Claire's marriage. It wasn't just about the marriage though. Iris thought she would be happy to see her dear friend start this new chapter in her life, Instead, Iris became bitter. She selfishly missed the emotional and physical connection they once shared. It stung when Claire started putting so much distance between them, but perhaps it was for the best. Iris needed to move on and focus on her own life. Years had passed, and while certain memories she made with Claire stayed dear to her heart, Iris had moved on from her feelings. At least she thought that was the case. It wasn't until she opened her door, and saw her former best friend standing on the other side, that Iris realized some deeply rooted feelings still lingered. "I think that's the first time you've asked to come into my place. You used to walk in here like you owned the place." She teased, stepping off to the side. "Come on in."
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kai watched her move, the guarded steps and the wary eyes never leaving him, and he couldn't blame her. her suspicion was a survival instinct, honed by a world that taught you to trust no one. he let out a small, almost inaudible sigh, a mixture of relief and empathy washing over him as she finally started to eat. it was a small victory, but in this world, you took what you could get. "yeah, i get it. 'nice' isn't a word usually associated with us," kai admitted, leaning back slightly to give her more space, a physical manifestation of the respect he was trying to convey. "but not everyone had a choice in becoming who they are now. the world went to hell, and well, people did what they had to do to survive. doesn't excuse everything, but it's not black and white either."
he paused, choosing his next words carefully, aiming to be truthful without revealing too much. "let's just say i've got my reasons for being here, and not all of them are by choice. but while i'm here, if i can make things a bit less crappy for someone else, then why not?" kai knew the road to earning rose's trust would be long and fraught with skepticism. but for now, he was content to have taken the first step, however small. in a world where darkness and despair were the norms, even the tiniest flicker of humanity could be a beacon of hope. "but enough about me. tell me about yourself. where did you come from?"
Rose could agree with Kai on one thing. Not everyone had a choice in becoming who they were now. The apocalypse opened the door to a world of horror that few had ever seen. It changed you. It changed Rose. She did somehow manage to hold onto her humanity over the years. There might have been blood on her hands, but at least it wasn't innocent. Could she say the same for the man standing in her cell? Rose had no idea.
Her brows knitted together as Kai vaguely explained why he found himself immersed in the world of raiders. It wasn't entirely uncommon for decent people to join a raider group if left with no other choice. Rose had to wonder herself what option she would choose if forced to make that kind of decision. She stuffed a few more bits of food past her lips before setting down the tray. A weary look reached her dark brown hues as Kai inquired about her life. She really wasn't in the mood for small talk. Rose wanted her focus to be on planning her escape. Perhaps if she indulged Kai a little, he'd leave her be. "Before it all went to shit? San Diego. I used to teach dance," she added unexpectedly. "Um, now I move around a lot. It's not safe to stay in one place for too long."
open to - 25+ f / m
the plot - your muse is the daughter/son to a powerful crime boss. milo works for your muse's parent as hired muscle. your muse must always have security with them when they go out. milo has watched over your muse a few times and they occasionally get very flirty, but have never crossed any lines. your muse is out at a club when a drunk club goer tries to slip something into your muse's drink. milo see what happens and takes the person outside to deal with them. your muse heads outside and sees the whole thing.
When Milo had dragged the guy out into the back alley, his intent wasn't to kill him. The thought had crossed his mind. One less vile asshole in the world wouldn't be such a bad thing. Instead, Milo gave the guy a beating he would not soon forget. He snatched the other up by their collar, pointing a blood soaked finger in their face. "You come here again and I'll break more than your fuckin' nose. You fuckin' hear me?" Milo seethed through clenched teeth, giving the guy a hard shake before dropping him back to the ground.
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leo watched robin, his eyes softening as he caught the storm of feelings on her face. it was like watching the fierce weather break, revealing the calm. he knew this side of her, hidden away under all that toughness, and it pulled at him. "no need for thanks." he moved a bit closer, his insides twisted up with a mix of feelings. the thought of her alone, holing up in some cheap motel, struck a chord in him. he felt an urge to do more than just say the right things, to somehow close the gap that had stretched out between them over time. his movements however were measured, betraying a hint of the pride and stubbornness that always seemed to simmer between them. despite the softened look in his eyes and the clear concern etched across his face, he stopped short of reaching out to her. this restraint spoke volumes of the complex dance of their relationship—always on the brink of closeness yet held back by their respective defenses. he managed a half-smile, trying to cut through the heaviness. "nonsense. you're not going anywhere. why don't you go freshen up? take a shower or something." he said, his tone easing into something more casual, an attempt to bridge the emotional gap with practicality. "i'll send someone to get your stuff from the motel. you'll have them here tomorrow morning." he scratched the back of his neck, a gesture of his lingering unease yet wanting to make things right in the only way he knew how. "i'll put some tea on. i've got that fancy herbal stuff you like somewhere around here." he added, a small joke to lighten the mood, remembering her preferences despite everything.
Robin ran her fingers through her tousled locks. "I look that rough, huh?" It wasn't bad enough that she ended up on Leo's doorstep begging for help. Appearing exhausted and unkempt in front of her unfairly handsome ex only added insult to injury. "A shower sounds great. The motel I'm at barely has working hot water." A smile of appreciation graced her lips. As grateful as she was for Leo's generosity, Robin knew she had now become his burden. His life had been completely turned upside down because of her. He had every reason to not to help her, but he was. She thought that would make her feel better. It only made feel worse. "Thanks, I'd love some tea." Robin held Leo's gaze for a brief moment, the look of regret swimming deep in her hazel hues. She often wondered what her life with Leo would have been like if she never left. Robin imagined being happier, safer. She imagined a life without her monumental mistakes looming over her head. Her impulsive nature always felt untamable. What if Leo was supposed to be the one to soothe that erratic beast inside her? Robin would never know. She tore her gaze away from Leo and rose up from the couch. "I should probably get to that shower. Do you have some clothes I can borrow for the night?"
i've lost my memory for whatever reason and i don't know who you are but i just have a feeling that i'm supposed to trust you (said feeling is completely wrong and it's an enemy of some sorts)
(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ desperate ‘pls stay’ sex (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ angry make up sex (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ public sex & tryin’ to keep quiet (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ car pulled off to the side of the road sex (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ wake up in the middle of the night sex (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ all of these things
✧･ﾟ:*(▰˘◡˘▰)*:･ﾟ✧ lazy morning before breakfast sex. ✧･ﾟ:*(▰˘◡˘▰)*:･ﾟ✧ we started out spooning to nap sex. ✧･ﾟ:*(▰˘◡˘▰)*:･ﾟ✧ it’s 3 am & I woke up from a sex dream about you sex ✧･ﾟ:*(▰˘◡˘▰)*:･ﾟ✧ more of these things.
(•‾⌣‾•)و ̑̑♡ I had a night terror & comforting me turned into sex sex (•‾⌣‾•)و ̑̑♡ I wiggled just right when you were giving me a massage sex (•‾⌣‾•)و ̑̑♡ we’re running late so we’ll shower together but then – sex (•‾⌣‾•)و ̑̑♡ we’ve been frustrating each other for hours bc people were around but now we’re alone sex (•‾⌣‾•)و ̑̑♡ I need you to fuck me & I need you to fuck me now sex (•‾⌣‾•)و ̑̑♡ we finally have the place to ourselves sex (•‾⌣‾•)و ̑̑♡ Make the dark thoughts & memories & pain stop sex
He was glad she was sat beside him, she probably wouldn't be able to see the tell-tale smirk on his face at having her sat against his arm. Casually, he let his arm slip and rested his hand on her shoulder, he was sure she wouldn't mind. "What can I say, I've been a gentleman all my life." The sarcasm laced think in his voice. "You were very cuddly then too if I recall correctly." He teased right back, "Some things never change, hm?"
"Drinking turns me into a mush. Don't go spreading that around." Bethânia jested back, nuzzling her cheek against his arm. Would it be so wrong to take a stroll down memory lane with her former college sweetheart? She already had been thinking about kissing him the entire night. It was painfully obvious that the attraction between them still lingered. Why pretend it didn't? Bethânia turned her head slightly to face Kenneth, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Some things never change, huh? Should we put that to the test?"
Grace grinned at him, watching him shift a little. Sweet, sexy and a tease, well that was something she could get behind. Her eyebrow raised as he stood up, eyes narrowing as she watched him move around the table, curiously. She was all for leaving the restaurant now but going via the restroom? Devious, wild, something she'd never quite considered before and now here it was, being dangled in front of her.
"Noted," she offered him a sly smile, watching him walk away, eyes drifting down to his ass. She waited for a few moments, until he had disappeared, before she bravely got up and followed his route, to the restrooms, feeling her core flutter excitedly.
Gabriel casually strolled towards the men's restroom with a knowing grin hanging on his lips. He couldn't deny the little jolts of adrenaline shooting through him with each step he took. Not a single person in the entire restaurant had a clue as to what Gabriel and Grace were about to do. The risk of it all was itself a major turn on.
He walked into the restroom to find a guy washing his hands at the sink. Gabriel nodded politely and made his way to one of the stalls. He waited for the sound of the male's departure before swinging the stall door open. A minute or two passed before the door reopened and Grace boldly stepped inside. "We're alone for now." Gabriel noted as he reached out to slide an arm around her waist, tugging her frame against his own. He pulled Grace into the stall with him and pressed her back against the door. "We'll see how long that lasts." He murmured, closing the small gap between them with a deep kiss.
open to - 30+ m
the plot - felipe is a well-known model and your muse is the one-night stand who ghosted felipe before he became famous. felipe is at some hollywood party that your muse is working at when they run into each other. your muse could be a server, bartender, valet, whatevs.
Felipe had never really been the party boy type. He enjoyed indulging in a few cocktails and tearing up a dance floor, but that was the extent of his partying ways. He mostly attended these Hollywood events because it was good for his career. After a little mingling with some bigwigs in the fashion world, Felipe slipped away from the crowd to get some air. Along the way, he spotted a familiar face. An amused grin stretched across his lips when their gazes met. "Hey, remember me? The guy you hoped to never run into again," he added with a playful smirk.
replying to @thecagedhearts from here
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kai shifted his weight, trying to strike that delicate balance between revealing too much and letting rose know he wasn't just another raider looking to make her life miserable. "hey, i've been on the wrong side of a locked door too, you know?" he said, keeping his tone light but his eyes serious. "not exactly here, but let's just say i've had my fair share of rough nights." he shrugged, as if to say he knew what it was like to be trapped, scared, and unsure who to trust. kai couldn't help but appreciate rose's spirit, even as she threw his attempt at lightening the mood back in his face. her skepticism was a clear indication of how much the apocalypse had jaded her, a sentiment kai knew all too well. he couldn't blame her for her distrust, especially not after everything she must have gone through.
he eased up a bit, trying to dial down the formal vibe and just talk to rose like they were two regular people, not prisoner and captor. "look, i get it," he said, leaning against the wall, trying to come off as less threatening and more like someone she could maybe, sort of, trust. "if i were in your shoes, i'd be giving me the side-eye too. but hey, the grub's actually decent. no nasty surprises, i promise." he gave her a small, understanding nod, signaling that he wasn't here to add to her misery. "i'm not trying to play some weird mind game with you," kai continued, hoping to find some common ground.
A sympathetic raider? Now Rose had really seen it all. They weren't exactly known for their compassion. She had been lucky enough to avoid being taken captive, up until now, but Rose had heard stories about what raiders were capable of. If this guy was part of the group that had taken her, surely he must have done awful things to innocent people. Right? His genuine approach and calm demeanor could just be a ploy to gain Rose's trust for something nefarious? She wasn't sure what to believe. Her exhaustion only fueled her paranoia.
Her brown hues once again gravitated to the tray of food he had brought for her. Hunger was an unruly sensation. One would do just about anything to make the feeling go away. If she wanted any real chance of escaping this place, Rose would need her strength. She cautiously approached the tray, keeping her gaze locked on the man in her cell. "So, what then? You're just being.. nice? Raiders aren't exactly known for their hospitality." The nervous brunette quickly grabbed the small tray and inched back to her corner of the cell, eagerly pushing a few bites of food into her mouth. Rose hummed softly as the nourishment she needed reached her empty stomach.
bethyhelps:
kinda want a plot where Muse A is going to get married, but their fiance/fiancee calls it off, so Muse A takes their best friend, Muse B, on the honeymoon because hey, they’ve got the tickets, why waste them right? and the whole time they’re on the honeymoon, they have to pretend to be a couple and it leads to drunk kisses/sex and i don’t know where i’m going with this bUT I WANT IT
open to: f
connection: a zombie apocalypse in which y/m has been kidnapped by a band of raiders where kai infiltrated to dismantle as an act of vengeance for raiding his home, and he is tasked with feeding y/m and her group of friends, and they find themselves bonding amidst the chaos
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in the wake of a devastating zombie apocalypse, society has crumbled, leaving behind a world where the dead roam freely and the living are often more dangerous than the undead. amidst this chaos, a group of raiders, known for their brutality and disregard for human life, have just captured a group of survivors, planning to use them for their own nefarious purposes. kai, a skilled survivor with a mysterious past, has infiltrated the raiders' ranks, aiming to dismantle their operations from the inside. his reasons are his own, a blend of vengeance for past wrongs and a sliver of hope to bring some semblance of order to the apocalyptic wasteland. the raiders have set up camp in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of what was once a bustling city. its walls, covered in graffiti and remnants of the world before, now serve as a fortress for the lawless. inside, the kidnapped survivors are kept in makeshift cells, guarded and awaiting their fate.
on his first night with the raiders, kai is tasked with a seemingly mundane duty—feeding the prisoners. as he walks through the dimly lit corridors, the air heavy with despair, he approaches the cell of the newest captive, a young girl whose spirit seems unbroken despite her dire circumstances. under the guise of just another raider, kai swung the creaky cell door open, aiming to break the ice with the girl they had just brought in. it was a risky move—chatting up a prisoner wasn't exactly protocol for raiders, but kai wasn't here to follow rules. he was on a mission, one that required blending in until the moment was right to turn the tables.
"hey there," he started, voice low and casual, as if they were just two people bumping into each other at a pre-apocalypse coffee shop rather than a makeshift prison in a world overrun by zombies. "not exactly the ritz, is it?" kai joked, attempting to lighten the mood with a bit of humor, despite the grimness of their surroundings. he handed over the food, a sorry excuse for a meal, but it was all they had.
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When the world went to hell, everyone assumed the thing they should fear the most was zombies. Rose knew better. The undead were mindless and hungry. People on the other hand.. they could be cruel, murderous, greedy. The savagery of zombies paled in comparison to living and breathing humans. Rose had seen the absolute worst in people since the apocalypse started. The only person she trusted was herself.
It wasn't always about her own survival. Rose had family once upon a time. Her brother, Remy. Their parents had died during the initial outbreak and all they had was each other after that. They kept each other alive and did what they had to survive. After years of only relying on one another, Remy blindsided his sister by deciding to join a group. Rose was against the idea from the start. Small groups had a tendency of failing horrifically. She begged and pleaded with her brother to reconsider, but his mind had been made up. Fearing for his life, Rose begrudgingly joined as well. It only took a month before everything fell apart. Supplies were dwindling, so Remy and a few others volunteered to go out and scavenge what they could find. Not one of them returned. Two days later, raiders invaded their camp and took everyone hostage. All she had now was herself, and her unwavering determination to escape this hellhole.
Rose remained rooted to the other side of her cell, keeping a safe distance between her and the raider. She scoffed at his attempt at humor. "I don't know, why don't you stay in a cell for the night and let me know what you think." Her brown hues darted down to the tray of food he had placed in front of her. The sound of Rose's stomach growling practically echoed throughout her cell. She was desperate to fill the empty void of hunger clawing at her insides. What stopped her from eating was the paranoia. What if the food was laced and they were trying to drug her for God knows what? "...I'm not hungry."
