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He dropped down, landing on the balls of his feet. Silas removed his hat, placing it atop of the saddle. “You’re close, if that eases your worries some,” Silas approached, pointing towards the way the contraption was tied to the tree. “But no animal is gonna stay caught in that. Might wanna tighten some of the ropes.”

     “Really?” Miran asked in surprise, believing that she wasn’t even close to completing the trap. Miran nodding, tightening the ropes like the man suggested. “Thanks for helping me. Normally people would have continued walking, so it means a lot to me.”

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“I’m old. My brain isn’t like a sponge anymore,” Nathan smiled. It was refreshing to see such a bundle of optimism, a feat that seemed to have gotten lost along the way. “Fine. When I’m up for it, I may accept your offer. It’d be nice to keep busy.”

     “Awesome!” Miran cheered, smiling over at him. “You won’t regret it! Come to me at any time. We literally have all the time in the world.” She laughed lightly, tapping her fingers rhythmically against her guitar.

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I wish the memories had walked away with you.

highlypoetic (via wnq-writers)

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     Miran raised her hand in the air as a surrender, “I wasn’t expecting anything... Sorry to disturb you.”

“I don’t know  what you’re expecting, but if I were you I’d turn around and walk away.”

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     “This is nothing,” Miran mused with the shake of her head. “New York can be much worse in the summer. The humidity there was terrible!” It also helped that Miran was wearing a short sleeve shirt and her hair was pulled up in a high pony tail.

Bambi stuck her hand into the cold water, lifting her hair out of the way before bringing it up to the back of her neck, then around the front of her neck. Turning her head up at the other before doing the whole thing again.. “Iv no idea how you’re not overheating yet..”

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     Miran yelped, surprised at the sudden sound of the male’s voice. “Oh, uh, really? I was sort of hoping that I was getting somewhere,” Miran coughed, embarrassment visible upon her face.

Silas urged Beau forward with a nudge of his heel. “Forgive me for interrupting–but y'all know that’s not how you set a trap, right?”

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“WASN’T LIKE THAT for me,” he responded. His life before the outbreak was equally as shit. “Never depended on anything. All that’s really changed is the whole zombie thing.”

     Miran nodded in understanding, “Yeah.” Before the outbreak Miran desired her parents and a life that gave her opportunities. Now that she looked back she had everything she needed – her grandmother and her love.

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Sebastian kept looking aimlessly for the record player. It was a shocker for this place not to find a player by itself. It was a music and media store for crying out loud. He wandered to find the top of this battery operated broken, but the place where the records lay fine. He exhaled a sigh of relief as he picked it up from the rubble and walked it carefully over Miran. “I think I struck gold,” he spoke almost breathlessly about the item in his hands. “I know the top’s broke, but it must work with a few batteries.”

      Miran grinned widely at Sebastian’s new discovery. “I have a ton of batteries you can use! Let me see if I have some on me,” Miran explained, taking her backpack off her shoulder and ruffling through its pockets. A sigh of relief left her lips once she saw a pack of batteries. “It’s a Christmas miracle!” She tossed them to Sebastian, and prayed that they worked.

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A quiet tsk of disappointment sounded. “’Friad not, honey. Not at the moment.” He cast his eyes towards her, almost blinded by her beam. He supposed teaching him would be a challenge, and a way to pass the time for her. “I don’t think I’m in a fit enough state to be a good student.”

     “And why do you think that?” Miran asked curiously, wondering what the man didn’t believe he’d be a good student. “If it makes you feel any better, I was terrible at playing when I first began to learn. I could never get my fingers in the right position and I couldn’t maintain a beat. And look at me now! All I needed was time, patience – which is so hard to do –, and the belief that I can do it!”

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A hint of a smile crept upon his face before he turned around to face the person. “It’s almost sad, but in a good way, I guess,” he shrugged with the smile turning into a grin. “As for things inside the case, it looks like there are some expired sodas and it looks like there’s only one bottle of water left in there. Want to call dibs on anything?”

     “I’d say the water, but since you found it first I think you deserve it. I’ll take a soda I guess,” Miran replied, walking over towards the man, a smile spread across her lips. She stepped over the walker’s corpse and looked inside the vending machine. The guy was right; she was a little disappointed that there was only one water bottle. 

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Character Aesthetic  ➙ { the shy songbird }

notebook lyrics,           cat sidekick and nothing but a LOST voice singing into the silent bedroom air

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     Miran watched the scene before her with an arched eyebrow, trying to resist the urge to laugh. As she continued to watch, a giggle fell from her lips, causing her to quickly cover her mouth. “Um, I’m sorry. It’s just funny how the walker was chained to the vending machine! Is there anything good in there?”

“Let me tell you something… This machine is worth way more than you,” he answered before he stabbed the walker that looked like it’s body was chained to the vending machine in front of him. All he wanted were the treats that remain behind the glass barrier. The decapitated body fell to the floor, limp and lifeless. He stomped on the head before he got closer to the machine to examine the food inside. 

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“As of today, as of right now, I’m going to fight.”

[ @sebastianactingout ]

     Miran arched any eyebrow and tilted her head at Sebastian, confusion filling her eyes. “Um, okay? As long as you don't fight me, I will support you whole heartedly no matter what happens.”

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“I think I might have to take at least one box, and I’ll make sure to let you keep the amazing cassettes you discovered,” he answered. “I think they were making a comeback, and it would’ve been the turn of the century if they came back on time. As for the player, I would like to think so, but I’ll have to skim this place some more.” 

     Miran grinned, “Thanks.” She nodded along to his thoughts on vinyls and cassettes. Back in New York, she knew that vinyls were slowly coming back from the dead. “They have to have at least one record player, especially with the amount of vinyls they have!” Miran mused, looking around the store in hopes of spotting one.