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ava;

“Why?” She asked, tone harsh as she stood right back up again. A frown plastered across her features as she eyed her brother. It bothered her, bothered her more than anything that he didn’t believe she was capable to hold her own. “I’m eighteen years old. I’m not a kid anymore. And you’re sure as hell not my father.” Ava didn’t care in that moment if she hurt his feelings or not by her words, too frustrated to even consider how Aiden might feel. “I’m not going anywhere. You don’t think I can take care of myself, go alone. I’ll be the prisoner you clearly want me to be and lock myself in this goddamn room until you return.”

                          ➵ She was right if he really thought about it. She was old enough to hold her own with how good of a shot she became since leaving the military base. Yet, in his perspective, she didn’t act like she was eighteen. After holstering one of his guns, he turned to her, a mix of anger as she brought up how he wasn’t her dad, he was her brother. ❝ You’re not going to pull the I’m eighteen I can do whatever I want card and then act like a fucking child. I’m not your dad, I’m your brother. I’m close to whatever god damn family you’ll ever have since, HEY, neither parent seems to be around right now. ❞ and might be that way forever. ❝ If you want to stay here, be my guest. But don’t ever say you’re eighteen and believe that the world revolves around you. Because, guess what Ava, it doesn’t. ❞ He stared at her for a moment, a stern look of anger coursing through his veins. At this, he had had enough of her and started moving towards the window.

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more people should write with aiden

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* apocalypse prompts

‘ wanna trade? ’

‘ nothing scares me anymore. ’

‘ i’ll gut you like a fish. ’

‘ we got a code around here. protect each other. ’

‘ aim for the head. ’

‘ i will crack your face in two, do you hear me? now shut up and get back to work. ’

‘ got a death wish? ’ 

‘ i lost someone, too. ’

‘ we need your help. ’

‘ but you’re just a kid. ’

‘ we need supplies. you coming? ’

‘ you took them away from me. my family. people i loved. ’

‘ sometimes, you have to do bad things to survive. ’

‘ i don’t sleep. ’

‘ have mercy! ’

‘ look, it was either him or me.’

‘ they turned. ’

‘ surrender and i might reconsider. ’

‘ get the fuck away from me. ’

‘ are we going to be okay? ’

‘ yeah, i’m a good shot. ’

‘ what do you want? ’

‘ why, that’s a gun pressed to the back of your head. rise and shine, sleeping beauty. ’

‘ you know how to use a gun? ’

‘ i told you to hide. this isn’t a game. people are going to die. ’

‘ we’ll bring them back home, somehow. ’

‘ they’re coming this way. ’

‘ hands up! ’

‘ what was it like? before the world changed? ’

‘ it’s a trap! ’

‘ they’re gone. ’

‘ i can’t walk. ’

‘ easy, easy. it’s only me. ’

‘ we need to keep moving. stay ahead of those things. ’

‘ get some rest. i’ll take the next watch. ’

‘ those things tore your friend apart. remember that. ’

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betty;

                HER HANDS TWITCH at her sides in MUTED anticipation. she is ALWAYS on edge like this, at all times, but for a MOMENT … she can look up when HE does, observe the way the SMOG hides the stars. ❝ GOOD to see you, too. ❞ her smirk is SMALL, a slight humor to her words, before his INQUIRY halts the amusement. her gaze FALLS from the heavens and cuts SIDEWAYS to him. ❝ there’s only TWO of us left. ❞ she says it SOFTLY, hoping that she need not explain FURTHER. hoping she won’t need to reiterate the GORE that trails BEHIND her.

                       ➵ A moment to listen to her words as his eyes laid on the stars. Since lights had burned out, the night sky became a much prettier thing to look at when he was feeling lost. But, he wasn’t focused on that, he listened to her words, how the pain and unspeakable things she had to to escape. The same as him. ❝ When we left, there was more, ❞ he said, remembering the kids he actually liked. ❝ What matters now is that you’re out. ❞ 

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                       ➵ It has always been Aiden and Ava. Now, it’s Lara, Ava, and Aiden. Which, he didn’t really mind since it was one more person to help keep Ava safe. But, their growing relationship, their whispers and giggles from behind him as they sat atop of the balcony of the Hotel Grand made him a bit.... he wouldn’t call it jealousy, but he did feel something. Of course, Lara was giving him shit for it and he immediately regretted bringing it up. Now, he was curious as to what they were talking about that he shouldn’t hear. ❝ Are you talking about me ? ❞ He inquired, a now smile spreading on his lips.

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ava;

The dangers that lied on the balconies of the hotel were none, safe and sound with a breathtaking view. A view that helps her forget the world for at least a second. Tired eyes fall onto brother as she hears his voice, finding herself climbing back through through the window as she listens to the scolding she doesn’t believe she deserves. “The balcony is hardly leaving.” A roll of the eyes following as she sat herself down on the edge of the bed. “Sooner or later you’re gonna have to realise I’m old enough and wise enough to take care of myself. You can’t always be around to protect me, as much as you’d love for that to be possible.”

                      ➵ The balcony only seemed safe but there was something about it that ached at the back of Aiden’s head. Sure, she was eighteen now, but that didn’t give her the reason to give her older brother near panic attacks because when he enters the room and she’s suddenly missing. Aiden had taken the small task of counting the days, like his mother did, so he knew when it would start to get cold. A quick glare at her before he reached over to grab his backpack. ❝ You shouldn’t go out alone, ❞ he muttered, strapping his belt on. ❝ It’s not safe, there might be more infected coming around because winter is almost here. Come on. ❞ He moved over to the opened window. ❝ Grab your sweater. ❞ That conversation of if she was old enough to take care of herself would have to happen later since they were running low of a few things; like warm clothes for example. 

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lara;

           JAW TENSED, the mere thought of facing the wilderness made her bones tremble and have goosebumps. She swallows, knows for certain that he won’t change his mind, he’ll go after his sister whether Lara accompanies him or not, and quite honestly she wasn’t up to stay inside the hotel no matter how secure it seemed to be, what if the military returns ? she won’t risk it, no.   ❛  fine !  ❜    surrender, she can’t be that far, right ??    ❛    but i’m telling you, if she gets mad i’ll say this was your idea, no one elses  —-  ❜.

           It was definitely not a query, she was just giving him the information she believed to be important as hands secured the strips of her backpack.  Lara will follow Aiden’s lead, he knows his own sister way better than she does, after all they are nothing but circumstancial companions, nothing more.  SHH SHH  (  duck duck !  she frantically gestures  ).  ❛  look  —-   ❜   she points down to the street    ❛   runners,  —-   recently turned   ❜ 

                          ➵ They left through the window, as Ava did only hours prior with the intention on finding her this time. They took the usual route, walking along side balconies and walking across boards to other rooftops. One pistol locked and loaded resting in his head as the twin clip to his belt in its holster. He always had two guns, sometimes one wasn’t enough to finish the job. There was silence between them as he lead the way, it made him near uncomfortable since he was near the verge of losing his mind. With the quiet, he was left to his thoughts with the promise that he could freak out. 

But his thoughts were interrupted as Lara pointed out the company up ahead that seemed to be regaining consciousness from being recently dead. Survivors that must’ve been bitten and accepted defeat. ❝ Let’s take them. ❞ he whispered, shifting in his shoes as they hid behind a blockade. They were only runners, they had the weapons to do it so, there wasn’t much of a problem from his point of view. 

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lara;

   SHE WOULD OF HAVE ROLLED HER EYES IN ANNOYANCE if they were in a complete different circumstance. Ava knows how to take care of herself, why it’s so difficult for him to have some FAITH ? …  she always comes back, why wouldn’t she this time ?  what’s different ?    ❛   Aiden, you really need to calm down, you’re STRESSING ME out   ❜   gruff voice,  she is worried too, but someone has to think straight if they want to actually find her in one piece before something actually happens  ❛    what if she left the Hotel ?  —-  what if she is OUT THERE looking for supplies ?  —-  this damn place is empty !  you know that   ❜    

                          ➵ She didn’t know that it was his job to protect Ava with everything he had. With the little bullets that could keep them safe from the infected that walked the halls at night because the two of them were too worried of using the last of their ammo just to have peace and quiet. Yet, it seemed more for security purposes to keep them alert if suddenly the halls were quiet from the moaning of the running from down the hall. ❝ I know. ❞ He had known for days now but they had been golden with the four full bottles of water that sat in one of the dressers towards the window. A quick run through his hair with his hand as he flipped his gun from safety; getting into gear. ❝ Then let’s go find her. ❞ Aiden said cooly, starting towards the window. 

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                          ➵ A quick glance at Lara in near defeat. Where was she? Why did she decide that now was the time to be a rebellious teenager?? The Hotel Grand seemed to be looked through with every inch and, even with flashlight, Ava was nowhere to be found. Aiden was beginning to get anxious to if something happened to her. Did he fail what his father instructed? A grip on his gun. ❝ We’re not going to find her. ❞ he muttered, looking down. 

@surviivorborn 

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MOM…                                       DAD…                                                                                                                                                  i miss you.

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                           ➵ A look at the sky with a scoff in her direction. A night where it seemed to be normal without the promise of infected turning the corner and biting one of them. But his gun, one of them at least, still sitting at his side at a comfortable distance if he so needed to click off the safety and fire at anything that came behind them on the balcony of The Hotel Grand. Ava, asleep. ❝ I honestly didn’t expect for you to find your way through here. How’d you get out ? ❞ he inquired, removing his line of sight from the stars to Betty. 

@bettycoooper 

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               ➵ HOW MANY TIMES DID he have to tell her not to sneak out of the building when it was close to dark. He could already hear the closing of infected moaning and clicking their way off in the distance from the hotel. ❝ Ava, ❞ he said as she wiggled herself back inside from the window. ❝ You can’t just... fucking leave like that. ❞

@survivcrmade 

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Losing 

                                                       E V E R Y T H I N G 

really takes a toll on 

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    independent The Last Of Us ocs. Created & Loved by Hail & Megan. 

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stranger;

❛ ☣ survivcrbuilt║ ✧ — STARTER CALL ║ accepting

     SHOULD I SHOOT HIM ?  what is he doing here ? how did he get in without activating any of my traps ? what if he is not alone ?  what if …  too many question and so little patience   ❛   don’t you know how to read … huh ?    ❜   enforcer remains ferocely pointed at him, won’t yield, not without having a convincing explanation, she hasn’t been able to bring herself to shoot people on sight, that’s not who she is, and perhaps that’s what will get her killed sooner or later    ❛   YOU ARE TRESPASSING PRIVATE PROPERTY !   ❜

              ➵ PISTOL RESTING IN his hands, held close to his body as brown eyes laid on the enforcer that seemed to be in a condition of great excellence; considering their current situation. ❝ I was under the impression that there was no longer the unspoken rule of private property, ❞ he hissed, a grip tightening on his own weapon. If she wanted a fight, she’d lose considering there was only her and no one to fight for.