Choose Your Last Words..

Zack DeBrine. 22. Stuck in Hell. [[ Indie TWD RP blog. My character is an OC with a FC of Jack Quaid. Mun and muse 18+. Will RP with any fandom.]]

[amberlaballerine]

[OPEN]

[amberlaballerine]

"I-I don’t know. I can’t remember. I just told you that. I would tell you if I r-remembered. Do I look hurt? Am I bleeding?" Amber’s voice was frantic as she spoke. She held her arms out, examining them with worried eyes as she reached up to touch her hair.

[zackdebrine]

"I know. Sorry, I--," his brows furrowed as he struggled to come up with an explanation to his seeming stupidity. "I'm an idiot and.. No.. No, neither," he told her, shaking his head. "You look fine.. But.. terrified. I don't know how to help..," the young man admitted. "Do you need somewhere to go?"

[medeahuntervictorof2]

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[medeahuntervictorof2]

"Thanks, I just think about the people i’m protecting by going along with it"

"and i have friends going through the same stuff."

[zackdebrine]

"Welcome and yeah, I can understand that. It's probably for the best.. I guess."

"At least you aren't alone in it. That's better than nothing. Brightside and all that."

[themyrtlewilson-deactivated2014]

Myrtle smirked a little. “I could be dancing with you,” she muttered, staring at the ground instead of looking at him.

[zackdebrine]

"Oh.. Really?" he asked, eyes wide with surprise. "I mean.. Yeah, definitely. Let's dance," the sandy haired boy let out a laugh before extending his hand to her.

[black-thg-white]

[zackdebrine]

So.. After taking a short, unannounced (so sorry), hiatus, I think I'm ready to come back to this blog. I've been watching TWD and the new season is premiering shortly and yeah, here I am. I've lost quite a few followers, which sucks. But I am back and I will be replying to threads if people are interested.

Also, thinking of adding another muse to this blog. Variety is the spice of life, after all.

[vinylchanges--archive-deactivat]

+2 Found the Corpse

[vinylchanges--archive-deactivat]

R gnaws on her lower lip, rocking back and forth on her red sneaker clad-feet. She had just started driving. Driving, driving, driving, till she had run out of gas in her car and out of the gas in the trunk. She wasn’t sure why she had started driving.

Maybe I’m looking for an adventure.

"Maybe…I’m looking for…An adventure," she hums softly, her crystalline hues lowering to her feet.

[zackdebrine]

Zack looked over at her, wondering if she was naturally shy or if his line of questioning had made her that way. Mentally, he chastised himself, thinking that he really needed to learn to be a bit less outwardly curious. 

"An adventure?" he asked, a small smile making its way onto his face. "That actually sounds pretty fun. Well, going across the country, you know, sort of.. sounds like the start of one."

[caleighwinchester]

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[caleighwinchester]

"Oh, thanks." She blushed lightly, nodding shyly. Cal chuckled softly at his question and shook her head a little. "Nope. Unfortunately, no. I would love to have something exciting happening in my life now, though."

[zackdebrine]

"No problem. It's the truth," he smiled a little at the girl, noting the slight blush on her cheeks which only served to endear her to him. "You and me both," he told her, giving a shrug. "What sort of stuff do you like to do? Maybe we could find an adventure or something."

[thetwinwholived]

His eyebrows raised in surprise from the question. But he nodded and opened the door a bit wider to let the man in. No sense in talking out on the street.

"Sure, no problem. I have a map. You can show me where you live and I’ll tell you how to get there." 

[zackdebrine]

"Thank you," he nodded his appreciation to the man and stepped around him. As he entered the shop, his eyes scanned the shelves, a smile tugging up at the corners of his mouth. "Great place you've got here," he told him.

"Right well, the thing is, I don't live around here," he chuckled, albeit nervously. "I'm on vacation and I'm doing nothing but perpetuating the 'stupid American' stereotype. I'm looking for an Inn, but.. I've definitely lost my way."

[themyrtlewilson-deactivated2014]

"You came to a club with friends and now you’re standing in the bathroom talking to me?" Myrtle jokedwith a light laugh, avoiding his question.

[zackdebrine]

Zack chuckled, shrugging just slightly. "Uh.. Yeah, that's about the long and short of it," he explained. "But I'm sure you have better things to do than standing around talking to me, right?"

[twoangels-twovampires-deactivat]

"Exactly" she said nodding.

[zackdebrine]

"Figured," he smiled, giving a shrug. "And what might that be?"

[awkwardblossoms-archive-archive]

"Oh, you have no clue how much I hate people, especially in my home town." Alexis nudged him back, which was surprising since she didn't really touch people. She grinned at him before stroking an imaginary beard. "So, anything else about you I should know Kleenex man?"

[zackdebrine]

"Really?" he asked, brow quirked in surprise at her words. "Why's that?" He could admit to being generally curious, though he hoped he hadn't crossed the line into prying. "I did too. Well, I never really lived in a place long enough to call it my hometown, but I was never exactly.. Mr. Popular anywhere I went," he shrugged, letting out a laugh at her question. "Kleenex Man? That's a new one. But uh.. I don't think so? You could always ask questions, if you wanted. I'm shit at talking about myself."

[notsogeniusgirls]

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[notsogeniusgirls]

"They’ve just gone out. But they’ll be back in a bit. You’re welcome to wait here if you like. They won’t be long"

[zackdebrine]

"Oh, okay. Cool, thanks," he told her with a smile, stuffing his hands in his pockets after a second. "I didn't know they had a little sister."

[foreverthiersecondmom-deactivat]

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[foreverthiersecondmom-deactivat]

" Yea I uhm..well nevermind, if i told you the truth you would think i am crazy and be more confused" she laughed a little. "Let´s just say…i am a human for almost a year now before i had this body i was..something else"

[zackdebrine]

"Uh,, Okay," he said, still quirking a brow at the woman sitting across from him. He wasn't sure it was possible to be any more confused than he was in the moment, but at her words he found himself proven wrong. "So, you haven't always been.. human?" he asked, wetting his lips after a second. 

[the-charming-vixen-deactivated2]

She sprang out from behind the dog, sliding to an abrupt stop behind him. She stared at the man for a moment, trying to figure out if he was maybe a threat. She eyed him, crossbow at the ready. "Friend or foe?" She spat, large dog snarling in front of her.

[zackdebrine]

Zack's gaze quickly averted to the girl as she seemingly came out of nowhere, causing him to jump just slightly. "Friend," he said, the answer coming to him easily. "I won't hurt you if you return the favor," he explained, feeling a bit hesitant as he slipped his gun back inside its makeshift holster to prove a point.

[thelovelypansyparkinson-deactiv]

@zackdebrine

[thelovelypansyparkinson-deactiv]

Pansy nodded. “And where or what is familiar to you?” She shifted on her high heels. “Full disclosure, I am not a helpful person.”

[zackdebrine]

Zack stuffed his hands into his pocket, letting out a quiet sigh. "Uh.. I'm actually not really sure. Not from around here," he swallowed hard. "But you don't have to help me, honestly. I'll find my way. I just didn't want you to think I was.. a creep or something."

[mrmarkhooper-deactivated2013112]

zackdebrine

        { He had to be quiet.                    So quiet. 

             He could hear the groans of the walkers behind him, and his heart was beating so fast— they could probably smell him already. 

 He fumbled awkwardly with the rifle in his hand, he was left by his friends and family— he had no idea where they were or if they were alive. He had two guns, the rifle in his hand and the handgun that was tucked into his belt— thank god that Sherlock taught him how to use them before they all scattered. He also had a knife, but he only used that for a single walker. } 

       Jesus Christ. 

  { He breathed heavily. He felt sick, and dizzy. He wasn’t used to this new world— how long had it even been since the outbreak started? He had no idea, he stopped keeping count when he watched his mother die. 

       He turned quickly, holding his rifle up and breathing in deeply. He stared at the being in front of him— it wasn’t a walker— it was someone living. Somebody that wasn’t rotting. 

             Did they even notice him? } 

         Hello? 

 { God, Mark. That was the lamest greeting in the history of the world— and half the people are gone. }

          Please help me. 

  { He whispered, lowering his gun from the man’s head.}

[zackdebrine]

Zack moved quietly, hearing the streets around him buzz and breathe with the groans of the undead. Goosebumps rose against his pale skin at the sound, the way it felt like nails running over a chalkboard or someone breathing down your neck. His back was pressed tightly against a brick building, the masonry scratching at the back of his neck as he peered around to see if his coast was clear. Each time he pressed out into the open, trying to tread as lightly as possible on two large and sometimes clumsy feet, he felt as if his heart was going to bottom out of his chest. Yet it continued to thump, albeit irregularly each time he returned behind a wall and to what could modestly be called safety. His fingers curled around the grip of his handgun, the weight of his spare—one could never be too prepared, especially when it came to ammo and personal safety— pressing into his leg. Still, as he continued to make his way, he swore he heard another person’s voice. Not the monotone and still horrifying groan that he had become so familiar with, but an honest to God living person’s voice. His head whipped around, eyes widening just slightly when they came across the source of the sound. Zack peered around him before jetting out to do just what the other man had requested of him despite his reservations—he seemed helpless and Zack remembered being something similar not so long ago. “What are you doing?” he whispered, brows furrowed, tugging the man by the arm and behind a wall before he turned on him once again. “You can’t just walk out in the open like that. Don’t you hear them?”

[childofhelheim-deactivated20131]

4 came to see the undead freak

"Hello there dear people, my name is Hel…

"And i’m Kenia ! nice to meet ya all!"

[zackdebrine]

"Oh.. Uh, Hi," he smiled slightly, raising a hand to wave. "I'm Zack."