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inaposite‌:

sidney  hall,  a  man  (  hopefully  )  only  halfway  through  his  life,  was  a  stupid fuck.  one  who  preferred  not  being  told  what  to  do,  and  when  warned,  often times  did  what  he  wasn’t  supposed  to.  just  because.  it  was  his  greatest  downfall,  that  and  his  fear  of  elbows.  “  why?  ”  he  questions,  glancing  where  the  young  man  had  come  from.  despite  being  a  coward,  sid  was  obnoxiously  dumb.  “  somethin’  down  there  you  want  for  yourself?  ”

riley wasn’t exactly desperate here, he didn’t quite care which direction the other chose to take, but a fair warning was out in the air. it was the least he could do, and by god, he’d done it. “ little hoards scattered throughout the forest. “ a short elaboration, but it spoke for itself. riley was barely a match for the one he got through, let alone the rest of them. and if they merged, well then they’re all screwed. 

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emersonmonroe‌:

“duh,” she replied, almost a little insulted that anyone had to ask if it was her. she was much more memorable than that. it took her a minute to remember that she had , infact, met him before, though that could have been the blood. “nice to see you again, riley,” emerson added, her tone a bit more biting than she intended it to be.

her eyes grew slightly wide at the words, her heart began racing a bit faster than before. she’d done a damn good job avoiding hoards so far. “well, shit,” she finally said, her words filled a slight panic. “okay,” she continued, “yeah, definitely gotta go. but where?”

while the company wasn’t ideal, the girl had saved him once. if she hadn’t put out the fire in time, saved his skin from melting, he’d just be another rotter roaming around the dead earth. so, tolerance was given. that, and she wasn’t the most annoying survivor he’d come across here. 

only a nod was given in response, a quick flicker of the eyes back to the forest behind them, then his focus is on the open stretch of land. “ head that way, make it to shelter to wait them out. “ it was a shotty plan, one with holes at every angle, but it was all he had. and they had to think fast.

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msplacedsrvor‌:

His eyebrows shoot up fast enough that they could have disappeared below his hairline, had this been a cartoon and not something that seems to be evolving into a life-or-death situation. Where a soldier’s natural instinct and response would be lifting and aiming their gun, Thomas’s natural instinct to this situation is to approach and treat.

Only problem with that was that with the appearance of the Corpse Riders, distrust had begun to grow faster than the vegetation had after humanity had no longer been able to mow it down every chance they got.

“Are you okay?” The sound he’d made hadn’t sounded like a yes should follow that question, but Thomas has learnt one thing the hard way during these past four years: people didn’t like being approached before, they sure don’t like it now. And there’s enough blood on the other’s figure that he should either be dead or wasn’t exaggerating when it came to what he’d just told him. He lifts his hands, palms out, a showcasing of no ill intentions he hopes the other will see the as such. “I’m a nurse – a medic. I’m from one of the camps nearby, I’ve treated people before. If you’re hurt, I can help.”

riley didn’t care much for strangers, they often showed no mercy and he did the same. either that or total ignorance of each other was the way to go. but some how, some way, he always found himself in these situations. his instinct told him to keep walking and ignore the guy until he gave up, but the corpse riders were nearing closer and he knew the damage they were capable of. 

“ i’ll be fine. got bandages, water. “ it was as much as he was willing to explain, and he showed it. a stone-cold face and a bloodied jaw, he started moving away from the clearing. 

“ just exhausted. try going through a hoard alone and say you wouldn’t feel the same. “ he sighed softly, pulling his pack tighter on his shoulder as he tried to lead the other in a safer direction.

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rpmemesfam‌:

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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bittersglory‌:

                                                               she’s  sure  her  heart  almost  POUNDED  straight  out  of  her  chest  when  she  heard  him  ,  the  male  voice  breaking  through  her  haze  of  panic  as  she  tries  to  figure  out  a  plan  —-  where  to  go  ,  what  to  do   —-   her  self  -  made  camp  consisting  of  a  kombi  van  and  some  plants  was  the  furthest  from  SAFE  that  she  could  get  from  them.  in  fact  ,  she’s  heading  in  the  direction  of  camp  serotonin  when  she  comes  across  another  ,  and  for  that  brief  moment  she  almost  thought  she  was  as  good  as  DEAD.    ❛  god !  you  scared  the  frick  outta’  me.  ❜   a  trembling  hand  flutters  above  her  chest  ,  inhaling  &  exhaling  breaths  to  try  and  steady  herself.  

                                                               ❛  is  it  the  infected  or  .  .  .  the  corpse  riders?  ❜   she  doesn’t  know  which  answer  would  be  more  preferable.   ;   but  indiana   knows  better  than  anyone  that  the  LIVING  have  taken  their  slice  of  flesh  too  ,  that  the  undead  weren’t  the  only  threat  left  walking  nowadays.  green  hues  trail  from  the  path  behind  him  to  his  features  ,  splattered  with  fresh  crimson  ,  and  the  concern  that  overrides  the  fear  is  relieving  ,  for  a  moment  at  least.   ❛  hey  ,  is  that  your  blood ?  are  you  hurt ?  ❜

a soft breath heaved from his lips, the soft taste of oxygen fresh on his tongue. he’d been running for half an hour, maybe more. all from them. it wasn’t huge, not that one, but the others... he wasn’t sure. 

“ infected. little hoards... think it’s a sign. “ riley knew what was heading their way, he’d ran across the corpse riders once before, only last year. off on his own, he ventured north in hopes of supplies and slower hoards, but he ran into terror instead. watching from the sidelines as they slaughtered survivors in every town they touched, riley headed back south to stay out of their way. but shit never went his way.

“ no. “ a simple answer for such a complex situation. “ they’re heading this way. you need to turn around. “

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msplacedsrvor‌:

Lost again. By far the worst habit he could keep when a shitty world was getting even shittier. He’d never had the easiest time crossing the forest settled between the camps; most of the time he was so lost in his own thoughts that he’d forget to find any landmarks. But he’d always make it, in some instinctual way or another, so that he’d never bothered to worry about it.

But now he should worry, he should worry a lot, about the unfamiliarity of his surroundings, and the growing ringing in his ears. Losing himself to his own defence mechanisms, hiding so far back in his mind that looking at the world felt like watching a film from a first-person point of view, it’s not something he can’t afford to keep doing. And yet, it seems like he’s more likely to now than a mere few days ago.

He almost walks into the man - man-boy, really - and startles so badly that he forgets to breathe. Then his gaze settles on the blood he seems covered in and he starts to frown, the intensity of panic keeping most of the edge from it. And with panic came the distance. “Alright.” It’s stupid, to just agree, but what else was he supposed to do? He barely knows what’s up and down anymore. “Are you okay? Do you… Were you bitten…?” And another worrisome thought, that causes him to take a step back and away from the figure.

riley was out of it, his body weak from exhaustion, his mind running wild in every direction. thoughts were crossed and words were non-existent, but he managed to pull himself through. he always did. a soldier never went down without a fight --- he always fights, he just hasn’t gone down. not yet. 

the other seems to get it, their attention now facing far away from the woods. but then, questions came and his fried mind couldn’t handle it. a soft groan falls from his lips --- but nothing was hurt, the blood wasn’t his. well, it might have been. but most of it wasn’t his. he knew that much. 

“ not bitten. cut their heads off before they get too close. “ his eyes narrowed at the other. if he’d been bit, he’d have shot himself right then and there. between the eyes. 

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emersonmonroe‌:

her eyes grew wide for a second before they narrowed in suspicion and more than a bit of curiosity. things had clearly gone even more to shit in their world than they had previously, emerson knew that. but she refused to act like it.

“why?” she asked, though her question probably made her seem more stupid than cautious. of course there were things she was afraid of out here, especially with william still mia, but confidence was something you couldn’t buy anymore. “what’s that way?” she gestured blindly around her. 

he knew what it looked like, he could feel the blood drying on his skin, but it was no time for a shower. it was only then that he realized he’s met this one before. brows furrow and riley cocks his head. “ emerson ? “

her questions brings him back to the situation, eyes flickering behind him before they lock back on the girl before him. he hesitates for a moment --- he knew he shouldn’t have been heading north, he heard the broadcast, but he’s met them on the road once before. “ it’s hoards. i made it through one... but we have to go. now. “

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run. it’s all riley could think as he heard ailton’s warning call through the static of his old walkie talkie. he’d rigged it as an all-signal receiver, never a call out. legs pumped and pumped, carrying him right to a hoard of rotters. he didn’t get them all, but he fought his way through. 

blood splattered red across pale skin, a stern look in his eyes as he came across another. he didn’t usually warn others, but they were alone. he barely made it out himself. 

                     “ don’t go that way. “

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harpmeiger‌:

“Oh how lovely, he still speaks,” she said after sometime went by before switching her position to what previously was a blindspot. If it were up to her, she would have left him for being such a prick. Not that she couldn’t be an ass herself at times, one would think with a bunch of idiots firing nonstop in the woods like morons, that what seemed like the two most intelligent individuals in the space would band together. It was like pulling teeth with this one and she couldn’t wait to finally get away. After what felt like fifteen more minutes pass by, she finally put her gun away. “I’m going now. Where you from anyways or are you riding this out solo?” Harper most certainly hadn’t seen her in their camp and she honestly couldn’t see him meshing well inside any camp to be honest. “You can at least get that head patched up and leave with fresh water,” she suggested. 

his lack of speech seemed to be a common topic around other survivors, most could talk your head off, but it was more common than not to find someone to tortured by the world that they’d rather not speak at all. someone had pulled him from those depths, and they’re lucky he spoke any. “ don’t seem to be heading our way. “ riley noted as the time passed, no sign of life showing from their view. she mentioned leaving, and he stood, a soft nod showing her way. “ alone, keeping it that way. “

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cleo-king‌:

Cleo didn’t have time to get back up before she turned around to see a guy and a gun pointed at her. Oh, fuck. Too often she found herself in a situation like this, but this was different. Half the time, Cleo walked into circumstances– he’d caught her. She felt like she was gonna die this time, and though she spoke evenly, sounding harsher than she meant to overcompensate, her eyes were already starting to water. “I think a dude with a gun is a pretty good reason to run.” Cleo was on her knees. No sudden movements, but she slowly wiped the debris off her hands and rubbed her eyes. “I’m a medic for the Saints. I don’t have anything.” Her voice trailed off as she thought of something else that could probably get her to live a little longer. “But I can help you. Heal you. Whatever. You can’t be out here without needing something patched up.” Cleo watched him intently, hoping he’d lower the gun. “You can shoot me after.”

curiosity lied beneath the darkness in his eyes, the child in him peaking through and gazing upon his captured prey. those eyes filled with wonder and adventure, waiting to scope out the next challenge. but he held that back, gun gripped tighter and gaze harder. his eyes flickered between her and his scope, it was only when eyes flicker back once more, taking and extra glance, that those features started becoming familiar. “ looks like you ran before you saw anything. flight over fight, huh ? “ his banter had evolved over the years, rising to this moment, where he can actually show his wit in a come back. if he wasn’t in s o l d i e r mode, he might’ve high-fived himself for that one. “ don’t need anything. your group ? out here raiding rogues ? or are you spreading the gospel of the saints ? “

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task 001 - the moment everything changed

sirens blared and ringing became a common occurrence as riley rushed through the halls of the base. his family held close, armed from head to tow, leading the other families through the exits. the undead had entered, and now, the main priority was to get everyone to safety and kill anything that groans. riley had only seen a few of the rotting walkers, his parents often “taking care” of them before he got the chance. now, he was fearing for his life --- this hoard was big, and there were only so few soldiers left...

broken fingernails scratched at his arm, red lines flowing and fading, the nervous tick the only thing riley could relish in at the moment. screams echoed within the military base, banging and broken glass flowing in a harmonic wave as they hit the young man in waves. just nineteen, but so obedient. he was barely a year fresh from boot camp, three years engraving obedience and solitude into his brain, driving him further to a soldier. he followed his parents like they were linked, turning every corner like a singular object. they truly were a team, each of them fitting like a puzzle piece. 

families were pulled into the caravans, soldiers and civilians alike attempting to hold off the freshly-turned with whatever weapon they could find. soldiers were scrambling for defenses, deprerate with their leader missing or dead. riley’s parents took charge, among other high-rankers, and tried to control the situation, sending small troops out one by one, but as each one was swallowed by the mass of undead, they were sent into a free for all. 

three months. three months of true survival led to this. riley rushed forward with his parents, determination and a flicker of hope in his eyes, and they fought. and fought. it took only seconds for riley’s mother to pull back a bleeding arm, the rugged flesh-imprint of teeth becoming evident before yet another jaw slammed down, ripping the flesh from the bone, and it continued on. riley’s father tried to save her, jumping in, but he was bitten just as soon. riley stood there, frozen, watching the scene unfold.

then it all goes black. 

riley’s not sure what happened --- if he fought until the end or if he cowered in the corner like the little boy he truly was. but what seems like days pass and his eyes open, vision focusing to a sea of bodies and not a breathing soul in sight. 

he treks through the floor of flesh, hiking his father’s jacket a little higher on his shoulders, slinging his rifle on his back, and just walks out. he doesn’t look back, fearful that he’ll see the dying eyes of his parents, watch as the light goes out. but he knows. they’re all dead. and he’s the only survivor.

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survivcrsgvilt‌:

         gone. they’re never just gone. at least from his own experience while roaming this vast wasteland that was once a functioning society. the hostiles roamed in packs, tracking their prey and picking them off in violent confrontations. it was best he didn’t stick around this too area for long, they were bound to come back— they usually did. “alright…” hand reaches to the bat kept securely against his pack, fingers brushing the cool metal. if this kid was a good shot, there was no way he was going to move fast enough to get the drop on him.

“take it easy, kid. if i wanted you dead, we wouldn’t be in this little stand off right now.” he raises himself up off the grass. “I don’t know about you but I kinda want to get the fuck outta here in case these friends of yours come back— or worse.”

riley knew others didn’t like the lack of information riley gave, he always kept it vague, enough to save his own ass and make sure no trail is left. he’d fumbled on that a few times, letting his guard down, but it rarely ended well. solo survivors were cast out, and it made it hard to trust. that had all died with the first infected. riley glanced around, and it seemed safer than where he’d previously been, less hostility. the man seemed a threat, but not in the moment. he almost had him.

the man reaches for his gun, and riley hovers the trigger of his gun. they both knew how this would end. one wrong move and only one survives. it was kind of odd, sometimes, when you knew you’ve got the advantage entirely. it held a power, one riley didn’t enjoy. but survival beats emotions every time. 

“ could’ve killed me when i walked up. “ the man noted, a soft wince on his face but his expression stays solid --- cold, steel face. “ then let’s go. “

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riley was never one to announce his presence, always finding a way to be silent in his movements. it was the years of training, ontop of the years of bootcamp, mix the apocalypse into it, he was a true golden soldier, surrounded by the fight he’d prepared for his whole life. 

he’d caught the rumble of human voices, not riddle by the groan of the undead, and he hadn’t decided if they happened to be a threat. stalking was a word of choice, but riley followed them through the trail, skill leading him in soft spots, but he hit a snag when one sat down, letting her group leave her behind. he couldn’t catch a face, but he could hear the heavy breathing, root out a sense of anger inside. he waited until the group made it far enough, that any sound might not hit their ears. then, he moved through. 

gun raised and eye set through a scope, riley peaked through, but the target was gone, off into the distance and he was blown, but she could warn the others. feet moved quick, rounding the curve just in time to see the girl trip over herself, crashing to the ground. he sped up, stopping quickly and keeping his distance. but his aim was lined up to her head. 

“ who are you, why did you run ? “

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Travel sucked. Or namely, walking did. Cleo never really did much of it before, and she still did her best now not to do it too much. It tended to wear her out more than it did anyone else, so it really sucked when they did need her to get to one camp to another. The group she was with was kind enough to do all the heavy lifting and carry the supplies back to the Saints, but they weren’t kind enough to let her take another break to catch her breath. An argument ensued and they forged ahead, not turning around to see her flip them off as she sat. As scared as she was to be alone, Cleo’s spite and tiredness really won out here.  It’d been a good couple minutes and Cleo couldn’t see them anymore. Her legs were still worn, but she could breathe alright. The quiet of nature unsettled her– she really did fucking hate silence. Effectively wigged out, she was already gearing to continue the trek when a shuffling in the thick shrubbery caught her ear. Not a second wasted in case of a fucking rotter or cannibal or whatever horror movie shit lurked out, Cleo scrambled for as much distance as she could, expertly navigating herself into a downward tumble and swears.

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hermnic‌:

“Uh, maybe so, but, it’s…” the shaking in his voice still hasn’t ceased, the sound of it causing him to stop mid-sentence and grimace. Oh, how he hated to wear his heart on his sleeves, along with worries and fears and wishes. He wonders if he’d have survived better if he’d learnt, at one point or another, during the past four years of getting to see another day out of dumb luck or the best of a bad decision alone, to become a cold and stoic survivor like the man before him probably was.

At least, that’s what he gathered from the easiness with which he holds that gun, practised, and with just the kind of familiarity that makes Nicolas wonder whether remembering he had a gun too, untouched for a whole year now, would have done him any good had the other deemed him an actual threat. “Bleeding means it’s bleeding…! A lot! If I might add, listen, I have-” he reaches behind himself, in a moment of carelessness, forgetting just how dangerous the object in the other’s hands was, especially considering how expertly he was wielding it. “I think I have– I got some bandages, just a roll, but, maybe it’s enough to, to y’know, help with that.”

eyes focus to remain on the other, speculation flooding vision --- this survivor didn’t seem much like a survivor at all. riley had come across many, each different with their own form of crazy or rage, it suited each of them. one more glance, and riley seemed to realize. this suited him, too. brows knit as they listen to the man, one quirking with curiosity. quickly, he winced, the adrenaline that was once numbing the pain now gone. 

“ yeah, yeah, bleeding, whatever. “ the ringing grew louder, riley moving to sit down. it might’ve been the blood loss, or possibly the deliria setting in, but riley asked a question. a full blown question. still hard with cold eyes, he turned to the main. 

“ you haven’t raised a weapon at me once... why is that ? “ he hears the mention of bandages, and he’s tempted, but his focus is still on the answer. what survivor wasn’t wary of other survivors ? fearful, he was, but he made no move to defend himself, only verbal reactions. 

he shakes his head towards the man, denying any help. it was stupid, but it was a lesson to be taught. don’t trust others.

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harpmeiger‌:

“Clearly you got in their way and now they’re firing at anything that isn’t them!” she said pissed off. She had to leave a good chunk of items behind because bullets were flying everywhere. Before they know it they could be attracting a mass amount of infected and other problems. That’s the one thing Harper hated about the world today, especially rogues. It was all about them but at the end of the day they were all they had. She couldn’t just complain, so she got down and looked around to see if she could spot the assholes who ruined her hunt before pulling out her handgun. “I’m Harper. It’s nice to meet you to no name.” 

confusion ran wild and riley couldn’t put two and two together --- none of this made sense. but one thing he was sure of, there were threats lurking in the woods. threats ran red in his eyes like wildfire, setting off alarms and moving gears like no tomorrow. “ i don’t know what you’re talking about. “ brows knitted, but soon enough, his company was beside him, lining up her own aim and introducing herself. god, what had the apocalypse done to people. he merely quirked a brow, silently going back to his own aim, hoping to spot movement within the trees. a moment passes before he decided to speak. “  riley .  “

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manuelposadas‌:

With the initial shock wearing off, Manuel took the time to assess the other’s condition. If this was their own blood then they were certainly in need of medical attention. “We could stand here and stare at each other for another five minutes,” he said, “or we could get you some help. Up to you, really, but I’d suggest getting those wounds checked out before you pass out. My guess is that you’re running on adrenaline. Right?”

riley couldn’t hide the fatigue, the pale face, the crimson that trailed down the side of his face. he was in bad condition, and even he couldn’t fight this one out. he needed medicine, food, anything to help him get on his way, but he’d be damned if he asked for anyone’s help. “ don’t need help. “ the words were bitten out between shaky breaths, a flutter of his eyes. the other just kept talking, and riley didn’t know what to say. he could only drop his gun, gripping onto the useless truck before his knees had a chance to buckle under him. it was close.

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tarrcntino‌:

pointed    look    warned    him    !    cold    ,    but    eyes    that    warmed    as    her    mind    threatened    a    smile    on    stoic    expression    .    one    day    ,    she’ll    find    herself    patching    a    gun    shot    wound    she    caused    ,    or    treating    a    bruise    the    back    of    her    pistol    created    .    but    that    was    a    part    of    their    strange    relationship    ,    wasn’t    it    ?    elbow    jabbed    into    his    side    as    she    passed    him    ,    making    quick    way    of    the    pocket    zipper    .    ❛    any    luck    on    your    side    ,    with    the    herbs    ?    ❜

one  day ,  he’s  truly  going  to  catch  her  by  surprise ,  a  little  less  hesitant  in  her  movements ,  a  little  less  care  in  her  touch .  hell ,  he  wouldn’t  be  surprised  if  he  died  by  her  hands ,  but  he’d  be  smiling  in  hell .  he  knew  that  for  sure .  she  goes  for  his  pocket ,  and  he  turned  sparks  into  flames ,  the  grill  beginning  to  warm .  “  i  found  a  bit  of  yellowroot ,  some  motherwort ,  not  much .  “  a  shrug  falls  on  shoulders  and  he  glances  back  over .  “  find  any  weapons  ?  “