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izombie sentence starters ( season 1 episode 13.)

“ just calm your ass down.”

“ who is this guy and why is he up in our business?”

“ see. brains.”

“ hey buddy.”

“ kiss. my. ass.”

“ i love the moxie. but i’m the mick jagger here. time is on my side.”

“ it would certainly motivate me.”

“ i hope you brought your appetite.”

“ piss off, nancy boy.”

“ this indian mustard you brought in sucks donkey parts.”

“ ___, come here!”

“ ta-daaaa!”

“ screw that, i’m ready now!”

“ i don’t care.”

“ i want my life back, ___.”

“ it’s disgusting.”

“ i’m disgusting.”

“ i’ll sign a waiver, just let me do it.”

“ rub it in, you smug little…!”

“ i’m such a moron.”

“ what happened to your face?”

“ it’s a long story.”

“ who writes this stuff, right?”

“ you’re suggesting that i’m somehow responsible?”

“ if the subtext is confusing, yeah, i’m suggesting you had something to do with it.”

“ hey! creepy-stares-alot, i can see you.”

“ i would never root for anybody’s death, okay?”

“ we gotta move.”

“ this has got to suck.”

“ so i’ve been doing a bit of online research, trying to figure out how long you’ll survive in here, and guess what i discovered.”

“ spoiler alert.”

“ i can keep you in here, alive and suffering as long as i want.”

“ why are you doing this?”

“ wow. that felt really good to get off my chest.”

“ knock, knock.”

“ no one’s stopping you, brother.”

“ look, i don’t know if you’re hungry, but you know what my mom always says? there’s always room for soup.”

“ come on!”

“ there you go.”

“ say what you want about the lady that owns this place, she makes a mean bean and bratwurst stew.”

“ what the hell?!”

“ oh, looks like you found the secret to our secret recipe.”

“ aw, c’mon. eating brains doesn’t make you a monster. it takes a little more effort.”

“ what are we looking for?”

“ what were you thinking?”

“ i’m kick-starting this bitch, man!”

“ hey, how would you like to earn ten dollars?”

“ let me see it.”

“ i turned around for like, a minute, and when i turned back, i saw some dudes rolling out from under the car.”

“ geez, hon, relax, i was kidding.”

“ dude, i’m dying here.”

“ then what do you want from me?”

“ i want to know what sort of person kills his friends for three hundred grand.”

“ i want a deal.”

“ i can live with that.”

“ it’s just caffeine, right? not like it’s magic.”

“ it’s ridiculous… unless it’s not.”

“ hey, what’s up?”

“ i’m so sick of this life, ___”

“ hang in there. it’s not much longer now.”

“ i’ll be damned.”

“ i was starting to worry about you.”

“ after all we’ve been through, that warms my heart.”

“ why do you have ___’s phone?”

“ please don’t hurt him/her!”

“ i give you my word.”

“ i want to see ___”

“ you don’t want to catch up first? i have so much to tell you.”

“ mmm, so good!”

“ get down!”

“ oh, god, no, please, please!”

“ it’s okay, just get out of here.”

“ thank you, god bless you.”

“ look what you did, man!”

“ just what we need. a noise complaint.”

“ you got the slow and agonizing death thing under control, right? great. hope it hurts.”

“ ah! mother jones! that hurts.”

“ you killed ___, didn’t you?”

“ okay, let’s put the gun down, huh? let’s talk.”

“ there’s a reason you didn’t aim for my head.”

“ so really, you can’t kill me.”

“ you murdered ___!”

“ just listen to me!”

“ we have to stop the bleeding!”

“ just be here with me, okay?”

“ i told you there were zombies. you didn’t believe me.”

“ wait. oh man, you don’t know?”

“ dude, you’re about to go out with one large dose of irony.”

“ you thought those were what, just questionable style choices?”

“ ___, please, please, i…”

“ what a waste.”

“ all this sound and fury, and for what? nothing.”

“ i’ve got friends in high places.”

“ kill my crew, i’ll make more. kill my customers, i’ll make more. cost me money, i’ll make more.”

“ make more now, bitch.”

“ what did you do? did you… is this…? oh, no…”

“ oh, no, you’ve really screwed the pooch now.”

“ let me know if you survive. you’re our guinea pig now.”

“ you should try to get this down.”

“ it gets better. but it would be lying to say you get used to it.”

“ but doesn’t lying come naturally to you by now?”

“ instead of telling me the truth, you decided it’d be easier to break my heart.”

“ you have no faith in me.”

“ i have more faith in you than anyone ever.”

“ so that’s what helps you sleep at night. hm. what about me? what’s the greater good for me?”

“ trust me, i’m just getting started.”

“ whatever happens now, i hope you can forgive me. i doubt humanity is going to.”

“ what? what did you do?”

“ oh, thank god you had your phone on!”

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izombie sentence starters ( season 1 episode 9.)

“ get comfortable.”

“ this intimidation routine you’ve got going must usually work wonders.”

“ thing is, i’m bigger and i’m not going anywhere.”

“ you okay?”

“ i saw what i saw.”

“ i should’ve done something.”

“ what could you have possibly done?”

“ we need a plan.”

“ do you have another option?”

“ ___, you home?”

“ oh, it has been too long, my friend.”

“ now, who wants to go slay some dark creatures of the night and make the world a safer place for all of mankind?”

“ it is my quest, and i will not shrink before it.”

“ we need to talk.”

“ hey, yo, man. i shot you.”

“ wait, i don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“ i don’t go looking for triggers.”

“ i was starving. i didn’t have a choice.”

“ there’s always a choice!”

“ that’s the only reason you’re here? to get that information?”

“ there is no us. there is me and this guy who i don’t recognize.”

“ what does it matter to you now, anyway?”

“ sex, i can get whenever i want. this, though…”

“ nirvana was the soundtrack of my youth.”

“ dibs!”

“ aw, come on!”

“ you squealed? bitch move, man!”

“ i… i really don’t want to talk about it.”

“ i can’t lie, it stung.”

“ you’re freaky-looking.”

“ i don’t wanna do this.”

“ stop! please!”

“ i don’t wanna do this anymore.”

“ so, it’s last man standing, huh?”

“ hey. how’s it going?”

“ it’s your lucky day. i happen to have some time.”

“ i think i got that in a fortune cookie once.”

“ by killing one person, you could save a lot more lives.”

“ i know you’re upset, but i’m being real clear here. you need to leave.”

“ you dug up a grave?”

“ i’m sorry, i’m sure that was awful.”

“ and i- i…  i’m sorry. i’m- i’m… i’m so sorry.”

“ you sure you’re up for this?”

“ well, i could not possibly be more terrified.”

“ i’m always better with an audience.”

“ so, we’re really doing this?”

“ so, uh, what’s with the get-up?”

“ it’s not a get-up, i am a sartorial chameleon. indie rock scene, country club, i fit in everywhere.”

“ you need to listen to something other than bob seger, my man.”

“ i see an opportunity here. for the both of us.”

“ and you know what happened then? you. you happened. you ruined my life.”

“ you’re going to help me.”

“ like that’s ever stopped you before.”

“ uh. when did you get in?”

“ i believe i have some happy news.”

“ you had more than enough on your plate, i didn’t want to worry you.”

“ we’re in this together. i’ve got your six, ___”

“ roger that, soldier.”

“ do you have time to look at a couple of youtube videoes?”

“ surely you can’t be suggesting…?”

“ and i am officially never going outside ever again.”

“ how soon will you be here?”

“ what the hell did you do, ___?”

“ this’ll be easier on you if you don’t move.”

“ some life is like a virus. one that can’t be allowed to spread.”

“ okay, pretty boy, i’m gonna ask you one more time.”

“ now, answer me straight, or i’m gonna take you on a guided tour through a world of pain.”

“ i don’t know anything!”

“ then i guess it’s all aboard the pain train. first stop, hand fransisco.”

“ i figured an occasion like this called for something special.”

“ to old clients and new friends.”

“ you limeys sure can put it away, can’t you?”

“ dammit, move!”

“ everything okay, amigo?”

“ hell, i’ll go again if you’re up for it.”

“ you’re kidding me.”

“ fancy a go?”

“ i would literally never forgive myself if i said no.”

“ i’m sorry, i didn’t even know who to call.”

“ hey, you need to pull it together.”

“ i killed a man.”

“ have you been taking any medications? or have you stopped taking any?”

“ wow. this is unreal.”

“ what? that’s unacceptable.”

“ what the hell happened?”

“ no, no, you stay right where you are.”

“ hey, man. sorry, i gotta go. work emergency.”

“ you’re a lousy host.”

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izombie sentence starters ( season 1 episode 2.)

“___, you missed a great dinner!”

“who doesn’t love a vibrant, abstract nude?”

“hint: she eats brains.”

“overshare, right?”

“wow, you’re really a flip to the last page of the book type guy, huh?”

“fresh brains anyone?”

“this is my contribution to society.”

“better?”

“you didn’t need to do this.”

“i’m thinking maybe this calls for a road trip?”

“i’m just kidding around.”

“oh, hi. hey. should i not be here?”

“want to grab a bite?”

“maybe you should take a break. you know, chill out, clear your mind.”

“i stole it from the dentist office.”

“you feel like joining me?”

“nobody got hurt.”

“you seemed a little distracted.”

“wait! i’m being totally serious now.”

“___, you’re here! fantastic!”

“sorry, i’m having trouble processing that.”

“it’s horrible!”

“that’s so awful!”

“no, it wasn’t awful, it was fun.”

“heard you were looking for me.”

“just so we’re on the same page here, your skin and hair being the color of chalk, that isn’t a style choice, right?”

“i have no idea where you got this, but it’s totally my new profile pic.”

“so. what do you want with me?”

“i wanted to meet you.”

“i ate his brain.”

“well, how do you get your brains?”

“i grave-rob. super fun.”

“i mean, come on, look at this!”

“he tried to mug me, just so you know.”

“you know what, never mind. it doesn’t matter.”

“it is the single most disgusting thing a person can eat.”

“it’s the consistency that kills me.”

“i saw a kid eating a peanut butter cup last week and i almost cried.”

“who knew death would be this isolating, right?”

“thrilled to have you here.”

“brother, you do what you gotta do.”

“so how did you become a zombie?”

“oh my god, i can’t even… are you sure it was me?”

“how do i even apologize for something like that?”

“i swear to god, if i wasn’t 95% sure i would survive, i would throw myself off a bridge right now.”

“did you just…? where did you go?”

“i’m not sure that was necessary.”

“how did that happen?”

“do i need to ask you to leave?”

“you gotta let me buy you a drink. i need something in the win column today.”

“i think you need to set the bar a little bit higher.”

“why was i such a jerk?”

“there but for the grace of god, right?”

“i wasn’t going to eat him.”

“you understand why i’m not ready to kiss and make up, right?”

“yeah, i get it. you saw me almost kill a guy. i’m not the same person as i was. at least i’m trying not to be.”

“… jeez. that pause was like a year!”

“all right, all right, let’s calm down, shall we?”

“you gonna help me out here, brah, or…? no?”

“the way you disappeared, everyone thought you were dead.”

“can i come in?”

“what’s happening to me?”

“death’s gonna be swell.”

“first rule of brain club, you don’t talk about brain club.”

“there are some things worse than death.”

“i don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“sounds kinda lame now that i say it out loud.”

“i’ve heard of bad cop, good cop before, but bad cop, horny cop was a first.”

“i’m not the kind of girl/guy you want to mess around with.”

“are you drunk?”

“let’s hang out.”

“i just think that you’re being really weird right now.”

“what the hell, ___?”

“you need to go!”

“no, just go, all right?”

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“ look out, buttercup!”

“ nice haircut, ___”

“ hello? is anyone there?”

“ i’ll pass.”

“ it pays a lot.”

“ so… how much money?”

“ guns n’ ammo are easy to come by. even in france.”

“ i’m itchin’ like nuts – you mind if i take my face off?”

“ you must be yourself before you can be one.”

“ yeah. okay. don’t do that. preach. don’t. i WILL gouge eyes and stuff.”

“ so you ain’t freaked out by this?”

“ okay, now see, I’M grossed out!”

“ keep the motor runnin’ in case this place freaks me out too much.”

“ okay, first of all, i haven’t taken the job yet.”

“ am i on star trek or somethin’ – ‘cause i can do the shatner-roll if i have to.”

“ doctors say it ain’t contagious.”

“ sounds rough.”

“ i was EMPTY inside. as are so many of us. as are you.”

“ madness or genius?”

“ hah! you ARE humorous.”

“ a regular riot once you get t’know me.”

“ exactly what is this job?”

“ jerk.”

“ i must be hungry.”

“ you haven’t eaten any of your food.”

“ i wanted to get to know you.”

“ don’t get agitated. i wouldn’t like you when you’re agitated.”

“ what choice did i have?”

“ you could have learned to control your abilities.”

“ i don’t cause, i END.”

“ do i get the story?”

“ so, is this going to be, like, a testosterone thing?”

“ i’m here to help.”

“ ah, c’mon! you got my shoes!”

“ sorry. i feel terrible! how come this stuff we swallowed isn’t affecting you?”

“ notice anything strange yet?”

“ i can’t find my keys!”

“ look where you always lose them!”

“ idiot. every day, same thing.”

“ how about you try earning some money?”

“ oh, have you been earning money? i hadn’t noticed!”

“ aagh! i’m hit!”

“ say you love me. say it.”

“ whud time– ah-hmhhm… what time is it?”

“ time for you to help me.”

“ so, i was HIRED to find this stuff, ___. what’s YOUR excuse?”

“ so basically, it’s a very dangerous weapon.”

“ i prefer not to be so cynical.”

“ and exactly how would that be a good thing?”

“ believe whatever you want.”

“ so since my job is ‘bring back safe and sound’ an’ yours is ‘search and destroy,’ i guess kicking your butt is inevitable?”

“ don’t make me laugh while i do this.”

“ no, because this stuff is going to kill you in fourty-seven seconds.”

“ i know. relax. i can take the pain away.”

“ ‘systems don’t work, people work.’ i only wish i could be sure that people really DO work.”

“ you have no clue what changing a world REALLY requires.”

“ youth doesn’t excuse stupidity. but it does give you a second chance to get it right.”

“ where were you an hour ago?”

“ all that soda, y’know. then there was this soccer game on, an’ someone left a crossaint basket out, with all the little jellies and… ah, i can talk ‘til you’re all blue in the face– and soon, you will be!“

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the grand tour s1ep3 starters.

“ let’s dance.”

“ it was on this very spot that mankind separated from the ape.”

“ be reasonable. you’ve learned to put socks on, but other than that, mate…”

“ listen, i’m trying to be profound here, ok?”

“ well, how can i put this?”

“ yep. can’t be too careful.”

“ it’s not bad, except they got the word wrong.”

“ it’s wrong, isn’t it?”

“ yes, good idea. good plan.”

“ spectacular, isn’t it? but not very practical.”

“ oh, god… ow! agh!”

“ hold on… nope.”

“ how are you–? no… agh! now i’m totally stuck.”

“ you will be able to edit this out, won’t you?”

“ it’s quite normal.”

“ it actually sounds like i’m stamping on a piglet.”

“ i’m not going to say that it’s like being attacked by a bear, because it isn’t. but it is like being in a room with a bear that’s thinking of attacking you.”

“ the bear is in attack mode!”

“ everything can be adjusted to suit your personal taste.”

“ i’m starting to get used to it.”

“ i love this thing very much.”

“ are you kidding me?”

“ old time rock’n’roll has beaten rap and techno and r and b.”

“ it’s like having an invisible elephant. what if it falls off?”

“ it’s not a real elephant! it can’t fall off!”

“ but how can you trust something you don’t see?”

“ well, that’s not gonna happen either, is it?”

“ i’m gonna bury myself and get it all overwith once and for all.”

“ what sort of madness is this?”

“ yeah. this is insanity!”

“ a python is not like a burglar alarm, you can’t turn it off.”

“ when you come back to the car, how do you say to the snake: it’s my car, don’t strangle me?”

“ it’s not gonna work.”

“ yes, i know, that is a bit of a problem. we’ll gloss over that.”

“ that was quite impressive.”

“ well, it’s not like they were using real bullets.”

“ and there you are. real bullets.”

“ and i managed to shoot myself.”

“ oh, yeah? how did you do that?”

“ you’re gonna be rubbish at this.”

“ well, i’m not gonna be able to use an assault rifle.”

“ why are you wearing white?”

“ this is gonna take forever.”

“ pretty much, yeah, that’s it. that’s how it goes.”

“ you could be leader.”

“ get out there, show us how it’s done, we will follow.”

“ i don’t want to.”

“ i’ve never climbed a rope or gone down one in my life before, ever.”

“ well, what a time. get on with it.”

“ i can’t do that. i’m scared of heights.”

“ lead by example. be an inspiration to your men.”

“ ok, here it comes. let’s do this!”

“ whoa, jesus christ, stop! oh, shit.”

“ i’m very scared.”

“ mate, that’s not the attitude!”

“ go on, then! go down the rope!”

“ do you want me to tickle your belly?”

“ i’ve got a better idea.”

“ i can’t see a thing! literally nothing.”

“ we are trapped in this room.”

“ well, why don’t we just go out of the window?”

“ yeah, i’ll cover you.”

“ i’m stuck.”

“ this is very uncomfortable.”

“ kill me. shoot me.”

“ how did you miss?!”

“ just kill me. use the shovel, hit me with that.”

“ yes, final words is i hate you.”

“ hurry up!”

“ do you mind if i go through the door?”

“ go down there and steal that renault.”

“ you can’t just keep doing the same thing over and over again.”

“ nah, he’ll miss eventually.”

“ what do you mean, no?”

“ i’ll never be able to do that again.”

“ have you not seen every single movie ever made?”

“ i was very brave doing that. i was!”

“ they were tears of bravery.”

“ it’s lively, it’s interesting and it’s youthful.”

“ i don’t like the smell of tyre smoke in the evening.”

“ oi! get back in!”

“ was there any part of that that you enjoyed?”

“ literally nothing we can do.”

“ stealthy, you see.”

“ oh, i see. you wanna do this the old-fashioned way. okay.”

“ well, now what are we gonna do?”

“ there’s a time and a place for talking about that stuff, mate!”

“ hold it steady, i’m gonna shoot them.”

“ shoot them in the face!”

“ why are you listing films?”

“ shut up.”

“ stop talking about films!”

“ petrol only blows up in films.”

“ i’m doing my best!”

“ just keep moving!”

“ am i going the right way?”

“ and you lived?”

“ well, obviously, yes, look. i lived.”

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the grand tour namibian adventure p1 starters.

“ i can’t do many things, i admit… anything, but i can do that.”

“ sometimes, if you listen very carefully, you can hear my genius.”

“ do you have any water? i just need three gallons.”

“ i’m not gonna be competitive with you about who’s the coldest! we’re both the lostest.”

“ we will find a road. there must be- i mean, it can’t go- it can’t go on forever, can it? it has to… there will be a town, a road, something.”

“ i’ve been joined by the 1970′s.”

“ i wasn’t scared.”

“ it’s brilliant!”

“ there, i believe, is the start point of our adventure.”

“ what an extraordinary place.”

“ ladies and gentlemen… dick-tari.”

“ what are you wearing?”

“ these trousers– did they say in the shop, ‘i’m afraid they are yellow, sir’?”

“ when you left, they went ‘yes! twenty years we’ve had those on the hanger!’ ”

“ hang on, what’s that?”

“ well, it doesn’t fit!”

“ it’s obviously impossible.”

“ it’s interesting, isn’t it?”

“ nothing about that is interesting.”

“ this is a blank canvas onto which you can paint your personality.”

“ it’s not- what do you mean, standard? it’s a ___. it’s tasteful.”

“ uh… do you think he’s taken leave of his senses?”

“ well, he was never that good at geography, was he?”

“ it’s 1,000 miles away.”

“ let the journey begin!”

“ right, the sea is there- that’s half a mile away. so he got it up the beach, and then sort of did a hand-break turn.”

“ how did it get here, seriously?”

“ it’s cold. that’s an unwise wardrobe strategy.”

“ can i have a push?”

“ the sun, as you can see, has set, and we still haven’t found a road. it’s also going to be very, very, very cold.”

“ we have got to find this road. this is not going to be too clever in the dark.”

“ ooh, hello! hello! what’s that?”

“ oh, wow, look at this! there’s still like, plates and cups and saucers and things in here.��

“ i’ll tell you exactly what this is. it’s an abandoned mine.”

“ yeah, but they wouldn’t have left if there were any.”

“ they obviously left, and not yesterday.”

“ look, there’s no road here, is there?”

“ apart from anything else, we can’t find our way around in the dark ‘cause we can’t navigate.”

“ ok, how do you navigate by the stars?”

“ yeah, but that’s really complicated.”

“ so, we have to keep going, whether we like it or not, till we find… we have to, so listen.”

“ i’ve found it! ha! i’ve found it. it’s there.”

“ i’m not getting many directions from you, is this right?”

“ good, good. oh, i’m so confident.”

“ oh, this is grim.”

“ i’m sorry. i can’t do this. it’s three o’clock in the morning. i’m exhausted.”

“ you muppet.”

“ i couldn’t possibly- i- really, i don’t understand that.”

“ i haven’t even got a thin coat.”

“ never mind. look, let’s not get bogged down with whose fault it was.”

“ 24 hours of cold misery to achieve exactly nothing! i mean, it is exactly nothing.”

“ are you honestly suggesting we go back in the–?”

“ where else can we go? we’ll either drown or starve otherwise.”

“ that is getting closer to that. and when that happens, we’ve had it.”

“ that’s the sea! it’s the sea, there!”

“ oh, no. no, no, no, no, no. not a good place.”

“ could you go and get us some driftwood for the fire?”

“ could you fashion a rudimentary barbecue grill of some sort?”

“ ok. can i just- where did you get the fishing rod from?”

“ this is gonna make a perfect little fish grill thing, look.”

“ have you got a fire lit yet?”

“ i thought you were fishing.”

“ i am fishing. my car’s fishing.”

“ it tastes like fish, doesn’t it?”

“ ok. does anybody want a beer?”

“ that deserves a stabbing.”

“ please, make it. please.”

“ i know, but it- i know that, it just- it occasionally has a little misfire moment, and then i lose it.”

“ there is no way in hell i’m doing this!”

“ we appear to be a man down.”

“ it’s getting harder and harder to read the terrain now. is that a drop? is that a hill? is that going up? is that a cliff? what is it?”

“ it’s just a black abyss. that could be a huge cliff again.”

“whoa, this is a monster.”

“ oh, i don’t think i can do-oooh!”

“ right then, let’s see what all the fuss is about.”

“ that is frightening.”

“ love this desert. i’m never, ever, ever happier than i am when i’m in the desert.”

“ you can never really lose sight of the fact though, that what it actually is, is a big, orange killing engine.”

“ i don’t know, ___! ___, seriously.”

“ how the fuck did you get down that?!”

“ what’s going on here? what’s up?”

“ the good thing about this hat is you can angle it, like a heliostat, to where the sun’s coming from.”

“ yes, that’s true. but you still look a tit.”

“ i suspect that if we manage to find somewhere tonight near civilization, we should probably have a ceremonial bonfire of the underpants.”

“ pylons. pylons! that means electricity!”

“ i honestly thought we had another night sleeping in the sand, but no! look at it!”

“ nicest thing i’ve ever seen.”

“ you know what we’ve just done, don’t you?”

“ there is literally nothing can stop us now.”

“ what the hell was that?”

“ it’s really straight-forward, ok?”

“ or we could go have a beer.”

“ somewhere along here, there will be a place, and that place will have a bar in it that will contain beer.”

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THERE   WAS   AGGRAVATION   IN   THE   BOWMAN’S   DARK   EYES.  He knew he was capable of making it through this but he wasn’t so sure without his help the other would be as lucky. He wasn’t no sadistic fuck, neither. He didn’t want to leave behind anyone if he had another choice. The other hadn’t attacked him or given him any reason to think he was bad people. Perhaps, a little annoying for not doing immediately what was told in such a dire situation. ❝  If I wanted ya’ dead you would already been dead. You got no choice but TRUST ME if you want to live. I will go clear out the hallway , you stay here where it’s safe , and i will come back for you when they’re all gone. Even if you don’t trust me trust that it’s a hell of a lot uglier out there.  ❞

❝ so, what? you’re just gonna take them all out by yourself?❞   he scoffed, although keeping his voice low so as to not alert any more of the dead out there in the hallway. to be honest, at this point it didn’t really matter if the other guy could be trusted or not — regardless, the plan carried too much risk of it going sideways for jace to be willing to go along with it. besides, while he wasn’t an expert with weapons, he wasn’t completely useless with them either. he’d killed enough of those things by now that he’d started to get the hang of it. otherwise, he wouldn’t have still been alive by now.

❝ look, i know how to kill those things-- walkers, whatever you’re calling them, okay? so how about instead, you trust me and we work together on taking them out? ‘cause if you go out there and you die, or decide to run away, or if anything goes wrong with your plan, then suddenly i’m stuck here having to deal with those dead fucks all on my own.❞

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@kiiteiru​ / cont.

All Sereya did in response was smile. He’d figured out her secret, hadn’t he? How quaint. “Officially? But i was unofficially the most terrifying before, right?” She pouted. “It’d be a shame if i weren’t. Then i’d have to be worried that i’ll lose my place… Ah, it’s not worth it. I’d rather spend my time being the most terrifying.” 

“ oh, i wouldn’t worry too much about keeping your place. i meet something that’s more terrifying than my last encounters almost monthly, so i’d say you have about... three weeks left on the top spot?”   a beat, as he gave a casual shrug of his shoulders. “ maybe less.”  he then finished, a sarcastic smile finding it’s way onto his lips.

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@kiiteiru​ / cont.

Winnie wanted to snap back, but honestly why bother? He was a hunter. She did not want to die today. “I’m trusting you too. So if you’re gonna try to actually kill my friend, and not just talk to her like you say, go ahead and kill me first.”

Usually she didn’t snap at people. However this dynamic was on the rocks without questions of trust.

with a small sigh, joey’s hands moved to the side of his belt where his weapons were holstered, although it soon became evident that he wasn’t actually reaching for any of them, he was removing them, letting them drop to the ground, one by one, as to show that he wasn’t lying.

“... like i said, i’ll just talk to her,”   he repeated, once all his weapons were removed, as he looked back up to meet her gaze again.   “ i’m just hoping you’re right on this.”   of course, he wasn’t going in completely defenseless — he still had his wits and skills with him, which was at the very least enough to get him out alive, if she turned out to be wrong about her friend. after all, the creature he’d tracked who’d killed at least five people by now, the tracks, they’d all pointed in the direction of her friend.

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ooc.   just gonna make an official post ;  i am sorry in advance if i’m slow / inactive for a couple days. i’ve gotten a cold and it’s only been getting worse and it’s just draining me of energy. i do attempt to write whenever i feel a little better, since it kinda comes and goes, but i might be slow with replies. that said, please don’t take my inactivity as me not being interested in writing lol. i would love to write w/ all of you, and if you ever wanna plot, or just throw random things at any of my muses, feel free and i’ll get to it asap! ♥   also if anyone wants to chat ooc, my disco is viking#3024  (pls lmk in the ims who you are tho if you add me.)

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                                   ❛❛  YOUR WORST ENEMY IS YOURSELF...

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sentence starters inspired by & taken from horror movies.

‘ we should split up.’

‘ it was probably just the wind.’

‘ it’s probably nothing. just my / your imagination.’

‘ aw, come on! it’s  just a silly game someone made to scare little kids. it’s not real.’

‘ did you see that? i think i saw something move…’

‘ wait here, i’m gonna go check it out.’

‘ i heard this place is haunted. let’s go have a look.’

‘ i feel safe here.’

‘ i don’t feel safe here.’

‘ i feel like there’s someone / something watching us.’

‘ hello? is somebody there?’

‘ there’s no signal on my phone. you?’

‘ my phone’s ( almost ) out of battery.’

‘ and there goes the flashlight. how are we gonna see anything now?’

‘ what happened? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.’

‘ RUN!’

‘ you’re scaring me.’

‘ if this is a joke, it’s not funny.’

‘ just stop, this isn’t funny anymore.’

‘ it’s not real. it’s not real!’

‘ i’m just dreaming… this is just a nightmare.’

‘ how about we DON’T go into a haunted place in the middle of the night? just a thought.’

‘ yeah, i’m NOT gonna follow a blood trail into a creepy dark place, thanks.’

‘ you know, when a sign reads ‘dangerous. keep out,’ i kind of want to listen to it.’

‘ the door opened up by itself. no way in hell i’m going in there!’

‘ yeah, i’ve watched enough horror movies to know that’s a terrible idea.’

‘ there’s no need to be afraid. it’s just a dream.’

‘ it’s waiting for you.’

‘ it’s just a dream, right? or is it?’

‘ so, now you’re afraid of the dark, yes?’

‘ you’re afraid to sleep?’

‘ i just don’t want to see them again.’

‘ i think they want to hurt me. to take my place.’

‘ i’m going to die.’

‘ you could scare the hell outta somebody.’

‘ i didn’t want her / him to suffer.’

‘ jesus! fuck! what the fuck?!’

‘ my god, are you serious? that’s crazy!’

‘ his / her face was all swollen and- and bruised, and bloody.’

‘ it was so scary. when i woke up, it seemed like it was still in the room with me.’

‘ it was the worst nightmare i’ve ever had.’

‘ there’s something out there, isn’t there?’

‘ they’re going to kill me for sure.’

‘ you were screaming like crazy.’

‘ it was dark, but i’m sure there was somebody in there.’

‘ i thought it was just another nightmare.’

‘ i don’t think you’re crazy.’

‘ you’ll never come back!’

‘ it’s got a death curse.’

‘ at least i’m not afraid of ghosts.’

‘ you’re doomed if you stay here.’

‘ it’s ten miles to the nearest crossroads.’

‘ we’ll be laughing about this tomorrow.’

‘ no, no! they’re all dead! they’re all dead!’

‘ don’t leave me! they’ll kill you too!’

‘ what monster could’ve done this?’

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MEME CALL. ( JOSEPH.)  give this post a like & i’ll throw some memes at’chu from joey.

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