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artificialqueens · 4 years

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&New (Sashea) - Chae

summary: shea is a famous model, sasha is a famous designer. they *attempt* to have a nice, low-key, friendly date. a paparazzi has other plans.

a/n: i just posted this finished product to ao3 and thought why not bless the tl (wait is this even considered a tl.. well anyways) with some Sashea aka my favorite ship ever– whilst also proving i am not dead! also the lil marked line is where the smut starts i really said “cute… but also porn”

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24913066?show_comments=true&view_full_work=true#main

“What are you thinking about?”

“Hm?” Sasha looked at Shea from behind her coffee mug, taking a sip of the scalding beverage and carefully wiping around her red lipstick. “Nothing, really.”

“You sure?” Shea raised an eyebrow. If Shea knew one thing, if there was one motto she lived by, it would be that ‘Sasha is always over-analyzing something.’ Today, it could be her coffee at best, or her entire relationship with Shea at worst.

“I swear!” Sasha laughed, her eyes crinkling up in that adorable way they did, her mouth turning into a little scarlet-colored heart. If Shea knew two things, if there was a second motto she lived by, it would be that she could watch and listen to Sasha laugh forever and ever.

“What are you thinking about, Miss Coulee?”

“You,” the model answered honestly. There probably wasn’t a day Shea didn’t think about Sasha. No, fuck a day, a minute. They were ‘friends,’ sure, but both of them knew it was much more than friendship.

Unfortunately, the entire general public suspected the same thing.

Yes, Sasha was famous, but Shea was mainstream. Everyone knew about her, the newest model-Instagram-star-actress-songstress-activist-pole-dancing diva on the scene. And everyone caught on when Shea and the popular designer she’d walked for during fashion week were spotted in public together on numerous occasions. Straight social media played it off as business-partners and friends, but any fan with a brain—especially Shea’s young, very queer fanbase— would spot the gay energy from miles away.

And just like Shea’s sexuality, their relationship was undefined.

“Me?” The coy question was followed by the clack of Sasha’s teeth against the silver fork that held a pastry, which she placed delicately in her mouth.

“I said that,” Shea affirmed, her expression reading serious, yet her eyes gazing at the blonde with adoration.

“Why are you thinking about me?”

Shea scoffed. “Why am I not thinking about you?”

“You are a busy woman.”

“Not busy enough for you to leave my head.”

Sasha’s pale cheeks reddened. It was common for them to flirt, she should have been used to it. But every time Shea said something nice to her, she couldn’t help herself. God herself could have been complimenting Sasha and it wouldn’t compare to what Shea Coulee had to say. That was to say God wasn’t Shea Coulee.

Shea loved it when Sasha stared at her. When her piercing blue eyes bore into her soul like she was solving an unsolvable equation. It was funny how the petite woman considered Shea a goddess (she knew she did), when the only thing Shea wanted to worship was Sasha. Everything about her: her kind smile, her perfectly and uniquely beautiful face, her analytical shenanigans, her voice that sounded like how honey felt sliding down your throat. Almost a year of friendship, and every moment with her felt brand new.

All of a sudden, Sasha’s eyes snapped to somewhere behind Shea’s head, and her face fell. Shea had a feeling she knew what she was looking at, turning around to see a familiar camera nearing the coffee shop. Her heart dropped to her stomach, not wanting this paparazzi bitch to ruin the amazing day she’d planned for the two of them.

“Let’s go,” Sasha said hushedly, picking up her bag and completely ignoring her unfinished food and coffee mug.

Shea nodded, doing the same, a plastic cup filled with her frappuccino in one hand and Sasha’s own hand in the other. They’d held hands a few times, sure, but nothing beat the rush of interlacing her fingers with the shorter woman’s. She hadn’t really held her before, hadn’t cuddled or snuggled her often, but when she had Sasha’s dainty hand in hers it almost made up for every time she wanted to hug the breath out of her.

They raced down the street laughing, the entire situation almost comical. They looked like two crazy women, walking so fast it might have been classified as a jog and cackling like schoolgirls. But it felt right. As cheesy as that might sound, there wasn’t a better word for it. Familiar. Comfortable. Right.

Again, that was implying that everything didn’t feel right when Shea was with Sasha.

Shea led the other girl a few streets down, ducking behind a mahogany door and checking if the coast was clear. The pair found themselves in a small thrift shop—well, small was an understatement. It was a pretty big thrift shop. But it was quaint, and very artsy, very post-vintage. Very Sasha.

The designer, wearing her sunglasses to hopefully conceal her identity (some face mask, especially next to Shea, who forgot hers at home), looked at the shop in awe.

“Shea… where—”

“The internet,” the taller woman replied smugly.

“You went out of your way to find this for me?”

“It’s the least I can do,” she chuckled. “I wanted today to be fun for us.”

Sasha smirked. “With the camera creep on our tails?”

“More fun for us. Keeping you on your toes.”

The blonde laughed, a soft and knowing giggle. She perused the racks of clothing, feeling the fabric of every sleeve, every pant leg, tracing her fingers along the leather of heeled boots. Shea anticipated the well-dressed woman to pick up a garment multiple times, but she never did, not even the ones she thought were cute. Which left them for Shea, of course, but it also left her wondering what kept her from purchasing them. The designer was known to purchase both expensive and average priced clothes, Sasha caring more about the fit, the cut, the style more than who made it. But she was being extra picky today.

“Something on your mind?” Shea asked.

“No. Just… none of these are speaking to me.”

“Suit yourself,” the model clutched a fur jacket and a PVC skirt in her hands, ready to snag the cute plastic earrings at the cashier before checking out.

“Are you at least getting some inspo?” she asked again.

“Yes! I think. I don’t know. If it’s from this. I’m inspired, though. I’ve been inspired,” Sasha played with a lock of her curly blonde hair.

“By…”

“You.”

Shea smiled. “Me?” she mimicked Sasha’s earlier response.

“Shea,” the russian rolled her eyes. “Stop making fun of me when I confess my undying love,”

“Is that what we’re doing now?” Shea feigned surprise. “In the middle of the store?”

“Let’s buy you some lesbian earrings, I don’t think I’m going to get anything. Today,” she added.

It was when they were at the cash register when they simultaneously spotted the paparazzi—again. The same one. Across the street. Coming closer. Fuck.

Sasha bit her lip, not wanting to abandon the clothing Shea seemed so excited about. She didn’t have much time to think, so she mustered a “could you put these on hold? We’ll be back eventually,” before sliding the worker a twenty for their hassle. Whether or not they accepted that offer was yet to be found out, as Sasha and Shea were already out the door.

Their rush to escape the prying eyes of the cameraman took them to the metro, into a subway car, breathlessly plopping down in the only two open seats. Would either of their management teams let something like this occur? No.

Well. Too late. They were off, hopefully away from the paparazzi for good this time.

The pair kept their heads down in order to attempt to conceal their identities, as if that would do much on a crowded subway. But attempt was the key word in this situation. It didn’t stop them from stealing glances at each other the entire ride, smiling stupidly at absolutely nothing.

“So, Shea,” Sasha started.

“So, Sasha.”

“Where are we going?”

“Dummy, you’ll see, that’s the whole point.”

“You did not just call me a dummy.”

“What if I did, blondie?”

“Perpetuating not only female stereotypes, but hair color stereotypes? Tsk tsk,” Sasha shoved the taller woman’s arm lightly. Shea giggled in that full, sexy way that her voice always sounded, her voice trailing off into nothing, the pair falling into comfortable silence for a few moments.

“What?” Sasha asked, her voice laced with a joking tone.

“Nothing, I just like your face,” Shea replied with a wink.

“Oh my god, I swear I’m going to kill you one of these days,” Sasha rolled her eyes playfully, her cheeks flushing pink.

The train stopped, Shea perked up.

“This is us,” she said, her pearly white teeth peeking out from a satisfied smile.

Once again their hands interlaced in a gentle display of affection, Shea more familiar with public transport (despite a couple years of not using it) than Sasha, leading her through the complicated catacombs of the metro station.

They emerged in a park, and a smile immediately found itself creeping onto Sasha’s face. Reluctantly, they severed their skin-to-skin contact at the sight of the crowded lawn, Sasha dubitifully following Shea’s path.

Their altitude heightened and the amount of people decreased, and the sun shone bright on the two girls as the hill they climbed steepened.

Shea stopped, smiling at the sight of a familiar footpath.

“It’s still here!” She pointed out, mainly to herself, almost jogging through an overhang of trees.

Sasha scurried after her, the sun disappearing briefly behind the leaves before reappearing even brighter than before in a small, protected, deserted clearing, overlooking the entire city.

Shea stood at the edge, looking like nothing short of a painting with a slight breeze ruffling her long black hair, set against the picturesque landscape.

Sasha appeared behind her, the sunlight bringing out her rosy cheeks and freckles.

In that moment they were joined together in the same work of art.

“Shea, this is so beautiful,” was all Sasha could say.

“I came here to think when I was younger, after school. I kind of hated my friends. And then I met new ones, and then we came here at night and we drank and we smoked. And then, you’ll never guess,” Shea explained excitedly. Sasha hung onto her every word like it was gospel, wanting to retain every single slice of the taller girl’s life.

“I think I have some idea,” Sasha laughed.

“I had my first kiss here, too. Only good memories. I haven’t been back for a while, but I guess I just never found the need to.”

“We’re coming back, Shea. When we get chased by paparazzi, we’ll go here,” Sasha said, her eyes darting from the city to Shea and back again, not quite sure which sight was more beautiful.

They found themselves laying in the grass, side by side, staring up at the clouds. Cliche, but so, so wonderful.

“I’m just glad we ditched that creep,” Shea mused.

“I just— what does he want? What does he want out of seeing us together?” Sasha pursed her lips.

“I think you know just as well as I do.”

“Yeah, the fans get even more fuel for their shipping fire.”

“We are always together… “

“Of course, but we’re not together together.”

Pause.

Shea turned her head to Sasha, who was already looking at her.

“What if I wanted… to be together. Together,” the words weren’t exactly unplanned, but they still sounded alien to Shea’s lips.

“Shea—”

“No, it’s fine if you don’t. I just thought, natural progression.”

“Shea, oh my god, I think I love you,” Sasha’s warm hands were on Shea’s cheeks.

“Wh-” and the word was cut off by the most magical, euphoric, shiny sparkly fiery kiss that Shea had ever experienced in her life. The first thing she registered was the taste of coffee and vanilla still on Sasha’s lips. The second was each time their tongues found their way into the others mouth it an entire fireworks show exploded. The third was her arms snaking around the pale girl’s small waist and her own arms tracing up and down Shea’s side.

“I love you,” Sasha repeated against Shea’s lips, catching them between her own red-stained mouth.

“I love you, too, Sasha Velour. That’s what I wanted to say today. Thank you for making it easier,” Shea kissed the other girl’s nose.

“You put together this whole day for us, for it to get ruined, for you to bring me here?”

“We were coming here no matter what. Only good things happen here. Sasha, you’re the best thing yet.”

Sasha blushed, unabashedly now, then pressed another kiss onto Shea’s lips. She traced the side of the raven-haired woman’s face, Shea sighed into her mouth.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?” she asked, Sasha laughing at the obvious question.

“Nothing would make me happier. Really.”

The gaydar of the world was correct, it seemed, in picking soulmates in the two girls.

Under the light of the sun, in the grass, with the breeze sliding over their faces, they were Living & New.

——

The door clicked shut.

And Sasha’s pale, slender hand dropped from the handle. She turned around, eyes scanning the woman taking off her jacket.

Shea looked back with a smirk, finding it hilariously sexy when Sasha tried to give ‘the look.’

“There’s no need for bedroom eyes, we’re already in your bedroom.”

“Really? I would have never guessed,” the blonde teased as she took their coats and shoes and placed them by the door. They’d come in so excitedly that they headed straight for Sasha’s room without thinking.

“But it’s okay,” the taller woman padded over to Sasha, lifting her chin up to face her. “I like it here.”

“You’d better, especially since you’ll be here so often” Sasha leaned in close, her voice a playful whisper.

“Will I, now?”

“Hmm,” was the Russian’s response, as her lips were already interlocked with Shea’s.

Their lips moved together familiarly, the feel and taste of each other’s mouths still fresh in their memories. Almost immediately Shea’s hands reached for the hem of Sasha’s turtleneck, beckoning her to remove it, and Sasha smirked as she pushed Shea back onto the bed. The woman was silhouetted against the nighttime cityscape behind the bed — similarly to earlier that day at the park.

Sasha broke the kiss with a soft bite on Shea’s lip, wiggling out of the taller girl’s grasp. Shea made a noise in protest, but the blonde shushed her. She walked to the other side of the bed, so now her back was to the giant plexiglass window.

“You want my shirt off?” she teased, watching Shea scan over her quizzically.

The model nodded.

Sasha chuckled softly while slowly stripping off the cotton top. Her bra was lacy and white and pushed her breasts up slightly in a way that drove Shea mad. Shea crawled over the bed, beginning to unzip her own dress frantically.

“No, babe, wait,” Sasha smiled. “I thought you’d like a show.”

Shea’s eyes widened. “No way.”

“Yes way.”

“You spoil me,” she brought her hands to her heart. “This is so fucking sexy.”

The slight growl in the model’s voice sent a shock from the back of Sasha’s neck to her core. She fumbled with the zipper of her pencil skirt, trying her best to remove the stiff fabric in a provocative manner. Of course, the designer could fall flat on her face and Shea would still find it sexy, but Sasha was nothing if not a pleaser.

To Shea’s surprise and delight, Sasha was hiding a pair of matching white garters underneath the long skirt. All day. Just for her.

“Holy shit.”

“Like what you see?”

“Fuck, Sasha,” Shea raised a hand to beckon the shorter girl over. Her palms hovered over Sasha’s hips as she took the girl in entirely. “Can I—”

“Always,” Sasha bit her lip, brushing a finger through Shea’s dark hair.

Shea guided Sasha onto her lap, the motion causing her minidress to ride up as she pressed her lips onto Sasha’s once again. Kissing Shea was an experience that could only be described as heaven on Earth, her lips encapsulating the entirety of Sasha’s psyche, the way her tongue intertwined with hers intoxicating and addicting and beckoning to push deeper into the kiss. Her hands threaded their way through Shea’s long black hair while Shea’s roamed Sasha’s small frame, feeling every bit of soft exposed skin and every inch of scratchy lace.

Sasha felt Shea’s lithe fingers unclasp her bra, and hummed softly in affirmation as she let the other woman slide it off. Shea’s pillowy lips latched onto the crook of Sasha’s neck, tracing short and gentle kisses, sucks, licks, and bites down her clavicle. She looked up at Sasha to see her blue eyes blown out and dark, a pale finger swiping over her cheek and a smile creeping onto her stained-red lips. Shea smiled back mishieviously, taking the girl’s nipple in her mouth and swirled around the bud, her other hand cupping the other breast. Sasha let out a moan at the sensitive contact, greedily pushing the back of Shea’s head closer. Shea nibbled playfully in response and let out a muffled laugh into Sasha’s chest.

“You’re so needy!” she smiled. She pulled back and continued to knead the other woman’s breasts.

“Shea, I made a mistake,” Sasha bit her lip. Shea confusedly paused, worry glazing her expression.

“Baby, are you okay?”

Sasha couldn’t stop herself from grinning foxily. “I shouldn’t have got you so worked up, now I have to wait for you to fuck me.”

Shea snort-laughed, her hands instinctively reaching out and touching Sasha’s arms. “You little shit! Get on your back already!”

Sasha contentedly obliged, getting comfortable at the head of the bed. Shea took off her dress in the meantime, crawling in between Sasha’s legs.

“Is this better, my fair lady?” Shea asked sarcastically.

“Yes… but….”

“But….”

“Your mouth is up here, and not down there!”

“I hate you.”

“I love you!”

Shea smirked and crashed her lips on Sasha’s once again, her hands gripping at the hem of the pale girl’s underwear and shimmying it lower. She disconnected the kiss and stripped the rest of Sasha’s garters off, taking a moment to admire the woman laid before her. Sasha was thin, with toned arms from her hours of drawing and sewing, broad shoulders and smaller breasts and a tiny waist. Her skin was airbrush-smooth, and freckles dusted her collarbone and shoulders and thighs. Shea wanted to kiss every little spot on her body.

“You are so beautiful,” Shea breathed.

“I’m beautiful for a mere mortal, but that’s nothing next to a goddess like you.”

Shea’s cheeks grew warm, the praise making her heady. “If I’m Aphrodite, you’re nothing short of Athena.”

“The lesbian love story the Greeks didn’t deserve,” Sasha laughed. Her hands were kneading at the sheets under her, and although Shea could tell she was trying to be intelligent in the moment, she was obviously growing impatient. Shea looked down and could see the wetness coating Sasha’s pussy and had to hold back a chuckle at how well the girl was holding herself back.

Conversation ceased as Shea leaned down, fulfilling her self-promise and kissing up Sasha’s milky thighs, nearing closer to where Sasha wanted her the most. Shea avoided it, kissing around her pelvis and nipping where the skin was soft. Again, her mouth drew nearer and Sasha whimpered.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Shea…”

The model looked up with a glint in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Sasha, you’re with me. You don’t have to be so uptight, especially not now.” She kissed right on top of her clit. Sasha whined.

“What do you want me to do, baby?”

“Just—just… you know, just—”

“I don’t know,” Shea smirked.

“Goddamnit, just eat me out already!”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, princess.”

And Shea was licking languidly down Sasha’s folds, savoring the way she tasted and going back for more. She probed around her entrance, the soft sounds Sasha was making before gradually growing into prolonged moans. The designer’s voice wasn’t high pitched naturally, so it translated into musical and full sounds under Shea’s touch and Shea couldn’t get her unique moaning out of her brain. She flattened her tongue against her clit and immediately a strangled ‘mmph’ sounded above and two small hands found themselves buried in Shea’s hair.

Shea licked, pressing harder with each pass as Sasha got more and more worked up. Her voice was breathy and her hips were bucking off of the mattress and her head was turned to the side, and she just looked so pretty with the sheen of sweat coating her forehead and her hair around her head in a curly halo.

Sasha’s hands roamed to her own breasts, the motion being impossible to hold back as she kneaded them in time with Shea’s mouth. The taller woman hoisted Sasha’s thighs upwards and continued to lick, sucking over and over again at her clit, now at a better angle.

Sasha’s thighs were trembling as the pressure in her lower abdomen increased, her calves spasming as the sensations became too much to handle. She couldn’t stop herself—even if she wanted to— from letting obscene, low, drawn out sounds escape her throat. Shea’s mouth felt too good to suppress it, and Sasha was willing to let it go for once. If not for her own good, for Shea.

Sasha tried to catch her bottom lip in between her teeth, but as soon as she bit it another shock of Shea’s tongue brought out another moan and her head was knocked back and her lips open.

It was when Shea heard her name being yelped over and over that she knew Sasha was close, and registered that she herself was probably dripping wet. If the nonverbal sounds turned Shea on, her own name almost sent her over the edge.

Shea brought her hand up to gently hover around Sasha’s entrance, continuing her assault on her clit.

“S-sh-oh my god, oh my fuck-” was something along the lines of what Sasha rambled on about, gasping for air as her orgasm reached it’s very climax. Shea felt her tense briefly, before her entire body relaxed and Sasha was muttering softly and finally breathing regularly again.

Shea’s mouth was swollen, her tongue sore, her body tired. She fell beside Sasha on the pillows, turning and watching as the blonde regained her senses. She was a vision, wrapped up in the sheets with her makeup smudges and her eyes half shut and tired. Suddenly, she seemingly remembered something and turned to Shea.

“Do you need me to, now?”

“What, fuck me?” Shea smiled. Sasha nodded.

Shea looked down at herself. She was wet, that fact was undeniable. She was also tired, but as her arm tingled at Sasha’s feather-light touch, her energy inconspicuously returned.

Shea kissed Sasha softly, all lips and no teeth, as Sasha’s hand made its way lower and lower. Sasha cherished Shea as if she was a goddess — well, to her, she was. She wanted to feel every part of her warm skin, register it’s softness and make sure it was real and that the beautiful woman lying beside her was, in fact, tangible. Sasha caressed her thigh and moved inward, trying to fit her dainty hand in between Shea’s thighs.

Shea’s breath hitched when Sasha’s fingers hovered over her clit, and she gave the other woman more space so her hand would slip lower. Sasha gently slid her hand through Shea’s already-slick folds, and a little whimper drew itself from Shea’s throat.

“You sound so pretty, Shea,” Sasha’s voice was soft.

“I-” Shea was interrupted by her own whine as Sasha pressed against her clit. “Not as g-good as—fuck—you, I bet.”

“I beg to differ,” Sasha replied with a smirk and a breathy tone, massaging small circles now. Their faces were nearly touching, but Shea threw her head back now, mouth stuck in an ‘o.’

“Aah—agree to disagree-ohh-” Shea looked back with wide eyes. “Right there, fuck, that feels so good,” her hips were doing their best to grind forward, knocking into Sasha’s pelvis a little.

Sasha had an idea, then.

“Darling, prop yourself up,” she smiled, planting a quick kiss on her forehead. Shea only had it in her to follow Sasha’s orders without a word.

With some maneuvering, Sasha managed to hook a leg over Shea’s and entangle herself in the other woman so that she could feel the heat from her sex on her own. Shea understood the scenario exactly, a giddy smile plastered on her face.

“Sash, you know me too well.”

With a considerable amount of effort, Sasha managed to bring their genitals into contact, and the sounds that escaped both women’s lips could have come straight out of a porno.

As they grinded in time, rubbing their pussies together, feeling probably the best they’d ever had ever and completely disregarding a need for lube because they were already wet anyway, they wondered why the hell they hadn’t thought of scissoring before.

“Holy shit, Sasha, if I’d had known, fuck,” Shea tried to get out, but the pressure or Sasha against her clit just drowned out the words.

Sasha was basically post-verbal at this point— quite an achievement for someone such as herself— and she grabbed into Shea’s thigh in a vain attempt to ground herself. A feeling like this made her feel so high she wasn’t sure she’d come back down.

And so their cunts rubbed together, the only sound in the entire large three-story house the almost-hypersexual moans of the pair as those grew louder and closer to screams than anything.

“Shea, Shea, Shea, I-I think, oh god I’m going to—” Sasha frantically jerked her hips and yelled her relief as her second orgasm tore through her. The rush of fluid onto Shea’s pussy was enough to get her throbbing, and it wasn’t long before she finally got her release, shouting Sasha’s name.

The next few moments were a blur, the two women beyond spent, muscles sore and heads light. Apparently they both managed to hobble to the bathroom and tidy themselves up a bit, because the next thing Sasha fully registered was cuddling into Shea’s side. Shea didn’t even get that far, the moment her head touched her pillow, she was fast asleep.

Moonlight mixed with the lights of the city, basking the entire room in a periwinkle afterglow. It was entirely possible someone in one of the high-rise apartments across the street saw their whole ordeal, and the thought made Sasha laugh. If they’d known who they were, if they’d known what Sasha and Shea were doing, their lives would be over. The only thing that meant more to Sasha than Shea herself was Sasha’s work, her designs. To have that taken away was impossible, and she knew Shea felt the same about walking a runway.

Sasha squeezed Shea. In the privacy of her home, she could get used to this. In the light of the stars there was nobody to stop them from loving each other. No prying eyes and paparazzi stalkers. It was Sasha and Shea. And during the day, they could both have what they loved.

It was give and take. It was upsetting. But it was life, and the comfort of seeing each other after a hard days work made it all worth it, somehow,

Living in the sunlight, Loving in the moonlight.

#rpdr fanfiction #sasha velour #shea coulee #sashea #song fic #lesbian au #fluff #smut #model x designer au #chae #submission

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dopescotlandwarrior · 4 years

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Beauty Chooses II-Chapter 8

A special thanks to @statell for all your help

Previous chapters at AO3

Chapter Eight- Nick of Time

I felt tears running down my face and said over and over again, “I love you Jamie, please don’t leave me.”

Misses Crook commanded the faucet to shoot water out and filled a large pan. She wielded her power to push the burner to high so the water would boil. She was not afraid. The Laird needed her attention and skills to pull through and the devil himself would not alter her purpose.

Glavia brought stacks of towels from upstairs and tore into linens to make bandages and fabric for compresses. I witnessed the mobilization of the household to pull Jamie from death’s door and felt him pull me to him.

“Stay with me, love. I am afraid to leave ye. I’m afraid.”

“Don’t be afraid, I will follow you through the gates of heaven or the fires of hell. I will not let you go.”

My hands gripped his upper arms and Joe somehow worked around me. I could tell there were many wounds that were cleaned and bandaged one at a time. I heard Baritone call out beats per minute and blood pressure as Joe worked swiftly to stem the bleeding from so many wounds. I just laid with Jamie and made him feel my love.

I was coming to the surface from somewhere unknown. My back was screaming at me to move and my arms were completely numb. I panicked because I could not hear Jamie. My head came up and my wide eyes looked around the kitchen for Joe. Jamie had white bandages all over his legs and arms, chest, and head. I looked for someone, anyone, to tell me Jamie was alive. I felt myself getting hysterical and then Joe breezed into the kitchen and looked at me smiling.

“You’re awake Pet, and your husband lives.”

“He will live? Joe? Oh, my God! Thank you, Joe, thank you. You brought him back, didn’t you? He was dead when we found him, wasn’t he?”

Joe looked at me with such compassion, and when he spoke, I felt the magic of the stones, time travel, and a promise made two-hundred and fifty years ago. It was all in me, filling me up. I looked at Joe, waiting to hear the miracle.

“Yes, Pet. Jamie had passed already when we found him. You got us back here in time to restart his heart. If his heart had been beating when we traveled, I think it would have killed him, judging by the pressure exerted on me going through the centuries. It took all of us, including you, keeping him calm, giving him a reason. When he took that first breath I almost fainted. I would not have bet on him to rally.” He touched my cheek. “But he did.”

I was too happy to listen at the moment, but I tried anyway. I wanted to shout it from the rooftop that Jamie lives!

“I knocked him out so he could rest for several days and start healing. He would sacrifice everything to make sure you’re cared for, so I took that option away. I’m sorry Pet. I want him to wake long enough to eat and then another injection to put him back to sleep. If I had the equipment, I would feed him by tube and not wake him at all. Will you help me Pet? While he’s awake eating you talk of daisies and blessings. Okay?”

I got up and put my head on Joe’s shoulder. “Okay.” My arms went around him, and I hugged him with all my might pulling a chuckle out of him.

Later in the day, Jamie was stable enough to be moved to a bedroom. Joe suggested Murtagh’s room because it was on the same floor.

”Please Joe, is it so terrible to carry him upstairs so he wakes in the Laird’s room, his room?”

All the men gathered around Jamie and carried him upstairs to his room. I laid beside him and held him close to me. On the third day, I heard Jamie chuckling in his sleep.

“Ye have a kiss for da? That’s a good lass.”

I was happy that Faith found him in his dreams and gave him love. I looked at his face in sleep and saw him smile. I dropped back to sleep and sometime later, felt a warm hand move up my arm and jerked my head up. Jamie was still smiling, running his hand down my arm like he used to. I cuddled him close to me and saw it was dark outside, so we had a bit more time to dream together before Joe woke him up.

My little Faith had been brought to me for three days so I could nurse her. While nursing she would tug at Jamie’s shirt and babble at him. Several times she would cling to Jamie when Glavia came to bring her back to the nursery. I would lay her next to her father, so she could fall asleep holding his arm, with her thumb in her mouth. It took my breath away to see her love for him as they slept together for hours while I watched.

On the fourth day, Joe did not come with an injection after Jamie ate. We were left alone, come what may. Jamie slept for many hours and Faith decided she had to stay with her da after I fed her. I hardly knew if it was day or night anymore. I looked out the window at the low light and wondered if it was dawn or nightfall. I didn’t care.

Faith wrapped her arm through Jamie’s and babbled to him. She wasn’t falling asleep like usual and squirmed until she had climbed on his back and put her head down. Her fingers were in his hair and she worked her way into his neck. The thumb found her mouth and the babbling stopped. I watched the miracle with a full heart that almost stopped when Jamie asked her for a kiss.

He raised his head and turned his face toward her while she grabbed for more hair.

“Faith, do ye have a kiss for yer da?”

She kicked her legs and pulled on his arm trying to get her puckered mouth to his face. He leaned into her to receive the requested kiss and his hand came out to hold my arm. I shook with my tears watching him come to life. When he looked at me, he smiled.

Sometime in the night I felt Glavia touch my arm and point at the baby. I extracted a sleeping Faith from under her father’s arm and handed her over. When it was just me and Jamie, he pulled me close to him. I placed feather-light kisses on his face as he smiled himself to sleep.

When Jamie was awake enough to meet Joe, the moment felt suspended across two and a half centuries. They were both sparkling happy to meet the other after hearing so much about each other.

Joe examined Jamie’s wounds checking for infection and then redressing them. He had come prepared to treat anything I assume, because he never seemed to run out of needles and tiny bottles as he attended Jamie. I finally put myself in Joe’s shoes and realized just how much of a hero he was. What was he doing in London, how could he get away at a moment’s notice, how could he get all this medicine and instruments? It seemed an endless supply and then there was Baritone. What was he doing in London with Joe? I had a million questions that would have to wait until Jamie was under his own power again.

The men were locked in a conversation about the weapons used to cause the various injuries. Jamie did his best to describe the event, the arc of the weapon, the force used to wield it, and Joe made drawings and scribbled notes next to each.

“It’s lights out for you my friend. I apologize for so many questions. I look forward to talking again.”

Jamie’s eyelids were insistent and closed for a rejuvenating sleep that would last for hours. I pulled the quilt up under his chin and walked Joe down to the kitchen just as Baritone was plowing through the door holding a king's ransom in clothing. Bag after bag was placed on the table as I tore through them. I had washed my breeks and shirt every day, but I was very ready to relieve myself of this ugly outfit. I thought about Misses Crook and Glavia for the first time in four days, feeling ashamed it took so long.

“Where on earth did all this come from, Baritone?”

“I have scoured every thrift store in Edinburgh and a church rummage sale to find this stuff. I asked the women what they would feel comfortable in and pestered them until they let me measure them. It was an easy conversion of my hand width although Misses Crook may not recover from being touched continuously for ten minutes.” He was laughing. “She clung to Glavia the whole time and closed her eyes. Glavia was easier. That girl is game for anything, it’s awesome. I tried to get them into the jeep for a ride but that is still a no-go zone.”

I kissed his cheek and hugged him with my thanks, he was a good man who took it upon himself to see to their every need.

“This is the fun part, go get them so we can find some stuff that fits!”

I ran upstairs and pulled the women down taking Faith so she could watch the excitement as they held shirts and pants in their arms. Well, Glavia did. Misses Crook looked traumatized at having to wear such things and looked at me for an escape. Baritone handed her a bag of special things he found just for her and he smiled at her fearful face. I pulled each item out and was astounded he found such things. There were six garments that would suffice as a shift and long dresses that covered her completely. Glavia pulled her upstairs so they could finally get out of the dresses they had worn for five days. It was a tense twenty minutes.

When I heard footsteps on the stairs, I held my breath until two transformed women walked meekly into the kitchen. Joe and Baritone won the world record for compliments and esteem building statements. I felt the tears again and wondered if they would ever stop. Faith pushed the tears off my cheeks, “no, no, mama.” Then she kissed my face for several minutes making me laugh.

Misses Crook wore a casual floor-length dress that was all the rage when I was last here and her boots. I told her how nice she looked and saw the red rims of her eyes as she looked at the floor. She was miserable and my heart broke for her.

“Misses Crook, I am rather good with hand sewing. I don’t know how long we will be here, but I will dedicate time to crafting something more suitable and beige. Skirts, jacket, petticoat, and bum-roll. You only need to wear this when I wash your dress. Okay?”

She reached out and grabbed my arm as the tears fell. “Mistress, I thank ye. Bring the fabric, I can sew my own.

I turned my attention to Glavia, and it was like looking from night to day. She was dressed in loose pants and a cotton button-down with flat shoes. She radiated happiness in her modern clothes and touched her ribs constantly. I walked to her smiling.

“It feels weird at first not to wear a corset, but you will learn to love it.”

She beamed at me and curtsied reaching for Faith who now had a belly full of milk and drooping eyes. When she left the kitchen to take Faith to bed she backed out, smiling and nodding. That was weird, I thought. I wondered if she was self-conscious of her butt showing with no bum-roll.

With Misses Crook still looking at the floor and sniffling, I pulled her upstairs to gather the soiled pieces of her dress and get them in the wash. She stayed in her room and sat quietly on her bed until she had her skirts, jacket, bum roll, corset, stockings, and shift back. I hurried.

I raced downstairs to hug both men who were making sandwiches and drinking beer. They both wanted me to sit with them and talk and I realized how little time I had given them while they were so devoted to each of us. I moved toward the table and heard a crash upstairs, spinning on my heel to race up the steps.

Poor Jamie was on the floor passed out. I called for Baritone and Joe, then heard Faith crying after being woken up by my yelling. I was hysterical and torn between helping Jamie and helping Faith. I could hear Glavia coo’ing to the baby and her crying stopped. I helped the men get Jamie back into bed. Joe sat with him, finger on his pulse and Baritone came back with the blood pressure cuff.

“He needs blood Pet. I hoped he would build his blood by eating but there is too much taxing his resources with all his wounds. I don’t have the equipment to test everyone’s blood type and give him a transfusion.”

Joe hung his head and looked crestfallen. “How could I forget that?”

I hugged him and told him of everything he did bring and how it saved all of us, but it did little to help his concern. He would be staying with Jamie for now and suggested we relax for the afternoon. We were being dismissed and Baritone held the door for me looking at Joe compassionately.

“He will be inconsolable for the rest of today Claire. That’s just Joe, especially when it affects someone so important. He will be fine as soon as he forgives himself.”

I was horrified and pestered Baritone for a way to help Jamie.

“I may be able to help but it won’t be quick, or ethical. If Joe is this distraught, he must fear for Jamie’s life so I will do what I can.”

He was holding me down telling me to breathe and calm down. He kept apologizing for his insensitive comment about Jamie dying. I just wanted to run upstairs and hold him, but Baritone pleaded with me to let Joe doctor him. It took a good five minutes, but I finally nodded my head and sat back on the couch. My whole body was shaking, and my head was screaming but I promised Baritone and put my faith in Joe.

It was a long afternoon and the minutes passed like hours while my mind conjured up every awful scenario, driving me closer to insanity. I turned the television on hoping for distraction and watched a program like it was yesterday I had done such a thing. Misses Crook came quietly downstairs and launched herself into the closest wall when she looked at the television. Her hand was pressed to her chest, eyes wide, and mouth agape. Like she had just seen miniature people interacting inside a box. She was crossing herself continuously and trying to melt into the wall.

“Misses Crook! It’s alright, I’m sorry for not warning you about this box. It’s alright, those people are not real. Well, they’re real but not in the box, umm, let’s turn this off and explain another time. I think your dress is ready, let’s check.”

She would not enter the laundry room, too small and too loud for her nerves I think. I handed her a fresh, warm dress and smiled encouragingly. When she came downstairs the next time, she looked just like the old Misses Crook with renewed confidence and a clean dress.

The afternoon went by at a snail’s pace until I could not stand it anymore. I opened Jamie’s door quietly and looked at Joe who was deep in concentration. Jamie looked very pale in his sleep and wore the deflated cuff around his arm, apparently for repeated readings. Joe didn’t notice I had come in the room and I was too scared suddenly of what he would tell me. I slipped out and went back to pacing the downstairs.

We prepared dinner and I nursed Faith while I watched the sunset and darkness set upon the estate. Where was Baritone and what was his mission? He said he would try to help Jamie and left hours ago. I handed a sleepy Faith to Glavia and walked upstairs hanging my head. I didn’t want to hear that Jamie would die; I didn’t want to hear Joe could not help him. I entered the room with tears flowing and looked at the two of them. Jamie looked even paler if that were possible. I knelt at Joe’s feet and looked up, ready to be devastated. He pulled me up and walked me into the hall. He would not let go of my shaking hands.

“It’s time to make a decision Pet. Without a transfusion, Jamie won’t make it through the night. The hospital will want identification, at least a name they can match with birth records. They won’t find anything for a twenty-five-year-old Scot named James Fraser. They will treat him and then interrogate us for his next of kin, parent’s names, siblings, anything that will provide his identity. His wounds are not consistent with any weapon we use today. They will send his picture to every agency in Scotland asking for identification.”

What Joe couldn’t tell her is he could not be involved with the hospital and their pursuit of Jamie’s identity. He could not risk involving himself with a man with no identity. It felt to him like abandonment because she would have to bring him in alone. It was the only way to save Jamie at this point.

I pulled Joe to the kitchen for much-needed food. There was something he wasn’t telling me and that was my worst fear now. I tried to eat but could not, so I crept into Jamie’s room and carefully laid down next to him. His skin was the color of a white sheet and my tears were pouring out of my eyes. There was no decision to make. We had to save his life and pay consequences later. I went back downstairs to tell Joe. I could hear excited talking and Baritone’s voice, which was never hard to miss. When I walked into the kitchen Joe was crushing Baritone to him with a huge smile. I saw a cooler on the table and two bags full of what looked like medical equipment. I looked at Joe blankly.

“We are saved Pet, because Baritone is the smartest, most resourceful person in the universe! We have blood for Jamie!”

It was quite a leap from utter despair to saved and all I could do is smile vacantly and wonder why Joe wasn’t shooting the blood into Jamie already. I looked in the cooler and saw piles of O-negative blood bags. Joe took my hand and the cooler as we walked upstairs. He took some time to smooch with our hero Baritone while I cuddled up to Jamie.

“Do not be afraid my dearest love. Help is here and you will feel better in a short time. Be strong and brave for me, don’t give up.”

I gave him the lightest kisses while Joe and Baritone set up a crude stand for the blood transfusion Baritone was blushing from Joe’s constant praise which made his Hollywood-handsome face even more disarming. I watched the blood run down the tube into Jamie’s arm and felt the first ray of hope in this devastating day. Joe shuffled everyone out of the room and closed the door leaving me alone with Jamie.

I started telling him what I remembered of our days together before we sailed for France. I explained the funny times when his joy would sweep me away and the intimate times when we celebrated our never-ending desire for each other. I talked myself into a deep sleep, disturbed only by Joe coming in to check Jamie’s blood pressure and heart rate., or hang another bag of blood. I could not remember how many times Joe checked Jamie as he was in and out of the room for most of the night. Several times he touched my cheek or squeezed my hand and my heart was bursting with love for my friend. For saving Jamie.

Deep in the night, I felt Glavia touch my arm and I heard Faith sniffling. She had cried so hard she hiccupped when breathing and held her arms out to me. I didn’t hear her cry meaning my sanity edged farther away from me. I told Glavia I would keep her for the rest of the night and sent her to bed.

I hummed while Faith nursed and settled down. When she was deep in sleep again, I laid her between us and drifted back to the black.

“Da-da-da-kish-da-kish ohh ma-mum-mum-mum-up mama.”

My eyes opened to Faith’s nose pressed against mine and she smiled and sat up reaching behind her to play with Jamie’s shirt. I kissed her a dozen times and went rigid in shock when I heard Jamie’s voice say, “wee lassie.” Faith was babbling to her father while I shot up to look at his beautiful face. His color was back, and he was reaching for me. I noticed there wasn’t a bag of blood hung so Joe cut him off sometime in the night. I cuddled him and said good morning.

When Joe came in to check Jamie, I took Faith downstairs to start breakfast for everyone. Misses Crook had a large pot of oatmeal ready to serve and I demonstrated the use of the toaster to her and Glavia. I pulled fresh fruit out, butter, and cream cheese just wanting everyone to eat all they could and then celebrate the day.

Baritone was picking at the oatmeal, still a slave to his body fat index. He handed me a large bag from Macy’s and smiled as I tore into the treasures inside. There were two pairs of designer jeans and several shirts, belts and sandals. I launched at him and kissed him soundly while he laughed deep in his belly.

“I turned the horses out lassie.”

My head shot up at the sound of Murtagh’s voice. I hugged him for a full minute because it had been so long since I’d seen him.

“And the Laird?”

“He is doing much better Murtagh.”

The passage of time was finally less painful, in fact, it was springtime when everything is renewed. The days were warmer, Jamie got stronger, and the household settled into a routine. One morning I awoke early, just as the sun was coming up and went downstairs for some juice. Joe was sitting in the big lazy boy reading the paper, just like I remembered him doing. I watched him, missing the closeness.

“It will always belong to you, Pet.”

“What will?”

“My lap.”

I hugged him and found my drink before returning to Jamie. We have been in this century for four weeks and even Misses Crook has accepted the wicked technology of the television. At least she doesn’t throw herself at walls anymore when the television is on. I could not wait to get back to Jamie’s time at first, but I am getting accustomed to the luxury of hot showers, toilets, cars, and riding for fun rather than transport. What will we do when Jamie is strong enough to travel the centuries?Will we stay or will we go back?

Misses Crook made a new kilt for Jamie from wool Baritone purchased along with several white shirts. When Jamie could stand for a few minutes, baritone measured his waist and thighs for pants. He still slept for most of the day but in the evening, he would get a second wind and we would play with Faith on the big bed and talk a little.

“Sassenach, where are we? I assume this is your time because of Joe bein here, but where are we?”

I was stunned. “You don’t recognize the house? It’s Lallybroch Jamie. Fixed up and modernized but it’s your home and land. Remember me telling you I purchased it from the bank?”

Jamie looked around the room as if for the first time. His eyes were very large as he considered the possibility. “I want to see the rest of the house, please Sassenach.”

Joe had mentioned recently that Jamie would want to get out of his room as he felt better and warned me to go slow but let him out. I giggled at that, then and now, like I would have any power to stop him.

We walked slowly down the hall so he could see the door to the attic, the grand hallway of the second floor and doors to the same rooms he and Jenny had when they lived here. He moved toward the stairs and I pulled him back asking him to rest first. I could see his eyes blazing with excitement that this really was his childhood home.

He pulled me into a hug and looked down at me cocking his head.

“Well Sassenach, I could leave ye here and go myself but that wouldn’t be much fun so yer goin with me.”

He saw Faith sitting on the floor playing with her blocks and his smile beamed. When she saw him, she started babbling excitedly, “da-da-da!” Glavia looked up and saw Jamie taking a careful stair at a time and she jumped up and down and clapped her hands calling for Misses Crook. We had an audience as our feet finally landed on the first floor. Jamie looked pale and I freaked out pulling him to the couch.

I brought Faith to sit in his lap and the two of them went into their own world while I looked for Murtagh. I finally found him repairing fencing and shook my head smiling. The work ethic of a healthy Scot could not be ignored. They were driven to work. It’s what gave their lives purpose and stability. I remembered times when one man could finish the chores on Jamie’s estate, and Murtagh would go work with a neighbor that needed help. I suddenly felt nostalgic for that better life and realized the trappings of the modern world were complicit in separating people from all I loved about 1745. I knew Jamie would feel it too, eventually.

Murtagh was full of smiles seeing Jamie on the couch. They sat and talked a bit while I nursed Faith. She was getting quite good at drinking from a cup and it was time to start weaning her. My heart broke a bit as I rocked this sweet child looking up at me, forcing her eyes to stay open. Sleep won and I handed her to Glavia and followed them upstairs to change the sheets on our bed and air out the room. I made fast work of it and coming down to the laundry room saw all the men sitting together talking about life in Jamie’s time. I started the wash and saw Jamie’s eyes follow me, beckoning. I sat next to him and joined the conversation until Joe declared enough for the first trip downstairs. Murtagh and Joe helped Jamie upstairs and into bed. He barely had the strength to lift his leg for the next step. I thanked them all and said good night.

“Sassenach, I canna sleep with all these clothes. Will ye help me get them off.” When he laid down on cool clean sheets, he sighed for so long it made my heart hurt. I never thought to take his clothes off while he laid there, week after week. I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hands through his hair until he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Jamie’s recovery was nothing short of a miracle and in a week's time, he was walking short distances outside in the fresh air, looking at fields that hadn’t changed since he last saw them in his time. When I knew he could make it to the barn I walked him in and watched the shock on his face as Donus stamped the ground and snorted in his happiness.

“Donus, how?”

“I brought them so they wouldn’t starve just like you told me to.”

Jamie’s face lost color and he staggered to a hay bale to sit down. “Come sit with me Mo chridhe and tell me how you got them here. How you got any of us here.”

My heart was racing as I took one-inch steps toward him. I had avoided all talk of transporting people across the centuries, pulling them away as the British musket balls flew through the air toward my head. How we were unable to sail to safety with no alternative but to seek shelter in the high caves only to be discovered the second day. I didn’t want to tell him how many trips I took to the gorge looking for the blue stone. I didn’t want to tell him how I betrayed him.

“Sassenach, no matter how slow ye walk ye will eventually answer my questions.”

When I looked up at him, I heard the gasp. “Come here lass, now, ye look like yer walkin to the gallows. What can trouble ye so?”

I sat down on the hay with him and looked at my feet, pleading for a way out of this.

“Are ye ready to talk to me, sweetheart?”

“I’d rather not actually.”

He took my hand and dropped his head back to rest on the wall behind him. “There are two women in ye Claire. Here, yer independent and commanding in the nicest possible way. Suddenly, I’m with the wife I remember in our life at Lallybroch. Timid, quiet, subservient.”

He pulled my shoulder so I would turn toward him and lifted my chin to look at him.

“I loved her, with all my heart. But I love ye more this way Claire.”

His eyes were burning with his truth and it took my breath away. Was he telling me he loved the take charge Claire the most? I was confused, remembering the day he tortured me about the money I took from his desk. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it.

“I can see ye bein tossed on an ocean of changing rules and roles and I want to quiet yer mind love. We do as we are taught until we see another way that is better. Forgive me for my dominance of ye, forgive my callousness. Open yer mind like ye have opened mine. I’ve watched ye for the past weeks and I’ve fallen in love all over again. Speak yer truth Sassenach and please don’t lose yerself again to walk in my shadow, not ever.”

His eyes were full of compassion and I felt my back straighten and met his gaze.

“Now then, how did ye get everyone to this time, love.”

I had a choice, to believe in what he said about loving the strong Claire, or dodging his questions and getting him back to bed.

“Well, Murtagh tried many times to book us passage to America. He told me you would escape, and we had to be ready to disappear with you. There were no ships because the British army had taken them. As the battle got closer, we had no choice but to hide in the caves until we could find a ship. We emptied the house of the valuable pieces and heirlooms and put them in the priest’s hole. I went to the gorge four times after they took you, looking for the blue stone. I had a bad feeling we wouldn’t get away, so I kept searching. After our first night in the cave, I snuck Brimstone out of the barn and rode for the gorge. A huge storm was above me and it ripped open leaving me with no shelter against the pouring rain and lightning. I was heartbroken, defeated, and utterly empty inside as the rain soaked me through. I didn’t pray. I just stared at the rocks. Then, the outer dirt melted away from a brilliant blue rock, right in front of my eyes. I grabbed it and saw others, putting them all in my sack.”

“I galloped back and saw the house was full of red coats. When I reached the cave, Murtagh, Misses Crook, Glavia, and Faith were being pushed out of it by two British soldiers. I believe Faith was crying which led the soldiers to them. I waited, hearing them taunt Murtagh with watching them throw Misses Crook over the edge followed by Faith and then raping Glavia.”

I cried with the memory. It was terrifying and this was the first time I brought it all back. Jamie held me close to him and asked me to continue when I could.

“The soldiers were talking among themselves and distracted so I ran to the group, telling them to hold hands and not to let go. I was so scared. I saw the soldiers raise their rifles, pointing at my head. I closed my eyes and thought about Lallybroch in my own time and suddenly we were whisked away, seconds before the musket balls could crash into my head.”

“Jesus Claire!” Jamie hugged me to him, and I felt his strength and his love but there was no anger. It gave me the strength to continue.

“I thought you were dead. You came to me in my dreams and told me to get the horses or they would starve. You woke me up and told me to go. So I did. Watching the house, I started to move toward the barn, and you told me to wait. A red coat walked out the kitchen door and rode away. I brought the horses here soon after.”

Jamie was speechless but continued to hold me close, lending his strength so I could tell the story.

“How did I get here Sassenach. My last memory is laying on the grass of Culloden Moore, knowin I was dyin and praying you would forgive me.”

“For what?”

“For being taken and leavin ye alone.” He dropped his head. “For breakin my promise to get us away before the battle.”

“Jamie!” I threw my arms around him and told him it wasn’t his fault and I never thought it was. I was crying and he just held me to him.

“The British gathered the living and we waited our turn to be shot. I had no more life in me and felt myself drifting away. Rupert McKenzie shook me, askin if I was alive. It brought me back, to the pain and the visions of you and Faith that were breakin my heart. They pulled Rupert away and I heard the shot that ended his life. I remember nothin after that, so how did I get here.”

“You woke me up and asked me to help you. I took Joe with me and found you in the dooryard of Lallybroch. Someone had left you there, I don’t know when. Joe told me to get us back immediately, so I did. They worked on you all night and I later learned you had passed already, and Joe brought you back by restarting your heart.”

I was sobbing now and clung to Jamie like a lifeline. He had gone pale again and I suddenly worried I had overtaxed him. I begged him to wait right there and ran to the house for Joe sprinting back to my relief he was still seated where I left him.

Once Jamie was in bed with some juice, he held my hand to him. “Dinna leave yet Sassenach.”

I stayed back when the others left and closed the door. Jamie looked up at me like he was seeing me for the first time. His eyes radiated love and appreciation and he kissed my hand.

“Ye set yer cap for me Sassenach and fought death itself to keep me. I am so grateful mo chridhe. I saw ye as the beautiful woman that ye are before, now I see ye as a warrior, like me. How did I win the love of one so special?”

I laid down next to him and he held me close. I looked into his crystal blue eyes and smiled. “I fell in love with a handsome, dashing Scot, in a barn, in the middle of the night, when it was bitter cold outside. I haven’t seen my heart since.”

I kissed him and felt a kiss I remembered. Soft at first, gradually claiming my soul, stealing my mind, promising everything, and leaving me breathless. I felt my arousal and panicked trying to think of a way to extricate myself from his arms. I felt his breath on my cheek and saw he was sound asleep. I cuddled with him, giving up the reins of the day, happy to free-fall with my dearest love, into the surrender of sleep.

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Of Those prompts you reblogged....#27.....hhhhng that’s so dhnfjgngngkkdjdjfk

27: “You are not wearing that to dinner with my parents.”

from spring fic prompts meme here

PLEASE!!!!!!! also the sign i ref at the end was in a tumblr post that i can’t find atm but i’ll link it when i do lol

“Well?” Newt says, arms outstretched. “I look good, right?”

It’s a rhetorical question. Newt knows he looks good. The best he’s ever looked, he’s pretty sure--hair combed neatly, combat boots swapped out for Oxfords that he hasn’t quite broken in yet and are pinching his feet, corduroys and skinny tie for plaid slacks and a green bow tie. He doesn’t look good without reason: tonight’s the Big Night and all. After thirteen years of knowing each other, five of sharing a lab, ten seconds of sharing a brain, and a handful of months of a whirlwind romance ending in a wedding ceremony five minutes after Hermann (three sheets, and daiquiris, to the wind) tipsily proposed to him on their well-earned vacation, Hermann’s finally taking Newt home to meet his parents. Or, actually, taking his parents home to meet Newt, since they’ve insisted on coming all the way from Germany to...pat Hermann’s shoulder firmly and compliment him on not being a failure and look at Newt critically, or something like that. (Newt can’t help but envision Hermann’s parents as exactly like Spock’s.)

It’s all a little backwards, really, but at least now Newt won’t have to ask for Dr. Gottlieb Senior’s blessing to get hitched to his son, or pretend to ask. That’s just--well, yikes.

Anyway, Newt knows he looks good. He just wants to hear Hermann say it out loud, because he likes when Hermann says nice things about him out loud. He gives a little twirl.

Hermann’s at the sink, peeling potatoes in the sink for dinner--blazer and shirt cuffs rolled up around his elbows--and his reaction is not the sort that Newt had been expecting at all. Hermann sets down the peeler. He fixes his cuffs. He snags his cane, which leans against the counter, and clicks over to Newt. But he doesn’t try to kiss Newt, or get handsy, or try to talk him into a quickie while the potatoes cook or anything like that, which is what he usually does when Newt spruces up his appearance for him.

“You are not wearing that to dinner with my parents,” he declares instead, and then immediately works the bow tie off from around Newt’s throat with one hand.

Newt, a bit dumbfounded, lets him. “Why not?” he says. Hermann shoves the bow tie into his pocket and, bewilderingly, begins to flick open the buttons of Newt’s shirt. “I thought it was nice. You always say green looks nice with my eyes.”

“And it does,” Hermann says. “You look very nice. Exceptionally so.” He rucks up Newt’s shirt from his slacks and flicks open the rest of the buttons. Newt furrows his brow.

“Uh,” he says. “Then why--?”

Hermann drops his hand once he’s stripped Newt down to his undershirt. “You think I want you to look nice for Father and Mother? Really, Newton.” He scoffs. “Change at once. Those pinstripe jeans will suffice.”

He says pinstripe with a particular disdain that makes Newt automatically rise to their defense. “They’re cool jeans,” he says. Just because they’re from Hot Topic doesn’t meant they’re not cool, and the amount of holes he got in them fleeing for his fucking life from Otachi only adds to their cool factor. But that’s not the point. “Hang on. You want me to look bad on purpose? I thought--”

“Obviously,” Hermann says. “Why else would I be wearing this?” He gestures to himself. He’s in his usual drab combination of too-baggy too-long tweed slacks, too-baggy sweatervest, and a too-baggy blazer to match. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. It’s hardly different from what he wore to their wedding--by Hermann’s standards, it’s formalware.

Newt finally gives up on trying to spot the problem. “Wearing what?” Newt says.

A strange look of glee crosses Hermann’s face. “Father hates this shade of grey,” he says.

“Oh,” Newt says. “Right.”

“Pinstripe jeans,” Hermann says, and, after some deep contemplation, “and that terrifically obnoxious Hawaiian shirt you bought on our honeymoon.”

Newt bought several obnoxious Hawaiian shirts on their honeymoon. He had the money, you know, and they were buy-one-get-one-free at the boardwalk shop, why not. “You’re gonna have to be a little more specific than that, babe.”

“The one with the shirtless men,” Hermann says.

Newt breaks into a grin. The one Hermann’s talking about--decorated in garish pink and orange flowers and shirtless, hunky surfer guys--has been sitting in the back of his closet for months, just waiting for the perfect occasion. Newt can’t think of an occasion more perfect than this. “Oh, shit, absolutely.” If he has the time, he’ll break open his nail polish collection and pick something equally garish to go with it.

Hermann pats the seat of Newt’s slacks. “Off to it, then, my love. Oh. Actually--” The look of glee returns, and, if Newt didn’t know any better, he might say it was a little mischievous, too. “On the subject--do you recall that sign you bought at the, ah, thrift shop?”

Newt does: it’s a cross-stitch that says We Had Sex In This Room. He bought it as a joke when they were going furniture shopping for the apartment, and has threatened, several times, to hang it in their kitchen when they inevitably have guests over, but it’s currently shoved out of sight in the bottom drawer of their shared desk. A similar fate to that of the Hawaiian shirt, now that Newt’s thinking about it--waiting for the perfect time to be of use. “Want me to put it in the guest room?” Newt says.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” Hermann says. God, Newt loves him.

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sofreakinmanyfandoms · 6 years

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It Started with the Mud Puddles - Bucky X Reader

Hello, lovelies! This is a Bucky x Reader one-shot I wrote for the wonderful @barnesrogersvstheworld‘s Marvel Kiss Challenge.

Challenge: Feature a significant kiss

Prompt: Mud puddles

Word count: 2813

Warnings: None. Iz fluff and wholesome weirdness. Actually, no, one warning: DO NOT DO WHAT CLINT AND THE READER DO. (That will make sense in the end.) Just don’t do it. Don’t let anyone else do it. I have not researched what could happen but it can’t be good. Don’t do it, nope, nope, nope.

I hope you enjoy this! Feedback is always appreciated.

You had had mixed feelings when you were asked to join the Avengers. On the one hand, you wanted to help people, and the Avengers would give you a way to do that on a larger scale. On the other hand, you would have to move to their compound in upstate New York. Your tiny apartment in New York City was home; there was no way some compound could ever change that.

Consider your mind officially changed.

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face as you zipped up your coat. The yellow rain gear and red boots reminded you of your favorite children’s book. It had rained all last night and you couldn’t wait to get out in the yard.

The fresh after-rain scent of the grass and surrounding trees hit your senses and set your heart racing. Rain in New York City left a hint of a fresh scent in the air, but it didn’t have what the compound was surrounded by right now: mud puddles.

With a squeal and a running start, you launched yourself into the first puddle you saw. The splash flew up around you and you felt like a little kid again. Puddle stomping had been a tradition for you and your siblings after every rainstorm when you were growing up. It had been so long since you had lived where puddles like this formed and you were going to spend the day enjoying them.

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Bucky followed Natasha off the jet and onto the rooftop landing pad. Exhaustion was seeping from every pore and visions of his bed were dancing through his mind. It had been a long mission and he was ready to crash.

Before he could get inside, a laugh from the yard caught his attention. He looked over the edge and saw you splashing in the puddles.

Who is that?

Steve came out to welcome Bucky back and found him watching you. The Captain’s face lit up with a soft smile when he saw you splashing around.

“I see you’ve spotted Y/N.”

“Who is she?” Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“The newest member of the team.” Steve clapped Bucky on the shoulder. “Come on in and get cleaned up, maybe get a few hours of sleep. Dinner is at seven. I’ll introduce you then.”

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At six thirty you finally forced yourself to go back inside. Several splashes had worked their way up your pants and into your boots, soaking you with cold, muddy water. You couldn’t care less.

You used your half-hour before dinner to dry off and change. It was exactly seven when you padded out of the elevator in your leggings and fluffy socks, Tony’s MIT hoodie enveloping you in its warmth. He’d probably want it back once he found out you were the one who stole it. Too bad for him; it was your new favorite item of clothing.

Most of the team and two people you hadn’t met were shuffling around the kitchen and dining room, determining the contents of various Chinese takeout containers and distributing them to the correct recipients. Since arriving, you had learned that Tuesdays were for takeout and video games. It was your favorite night of the week.

“Y/N, I’ve got some people for you to meet,” Steve called when he spotted you. He motioned to the two you didn’t recognize. “This is Natasha, and this is Bucky. They just got back from a pretty long mission, which is why they haven’t met you yet. Guys, this is Y/N, our new resident telekinetic.”

You smiled at Nat, a bit nervous at meeting the famous Black Widow. “Nice to meet you both.” You turned to Bucky. “I hope the mission went okay?”

Nat waved her hand. “It turned out in the end. I think we’re both just glad to be back.”

“You’re a telekinetic?” You weren’t sure what the look on Bucky’s face as he asked meant, but you replied before you could stop yourself.

“No, I actually just shapeshift into a huge bat. Travel by echolocation, eat fruit flies, sleep upside-down – stuff like that. Not sure why they thought I should be an Avenger.”

Clint cracked up and Bruce smiled, handing you a container. You accepted it and peeked inside. God bless Bruce; beef lo mein was your favorite. You quickly snagged a pair of chopsticks and settled into your usual dinner perch: on top of the fridge.

Nat quirked an eyebrow at your strange position. “I see there’s some stuff I’ll have to get used to.”

Bucky was openly gaping. “How did you get up there?”

You grinned at him. “Didn’t you see me transform into a bat? I flew.”

“She can make herself fly with telekinesis,” Clint informed him with a smirk. “Hey!”

He grabbed for the shrimp floating out of his container but it dodged his hand and deposited itself in your mouth. You bit off the tail and flicked it at him with a giggle.

His pouting made you feel a little bad. “I’ll let you have a bite of my lo mein,” you offered. Clint reached out his chopsticks and you held your container down where he could reach inside. Once he’d snagged a bite, he headed towards the common room where Sam had started setting up Mario Kart.

“I want a rematch against Bruce,” Wanda announced as she joined the group. “Sam and Clint can have their weekly pissing match after I get my revenge.”

“Tony finally bought more controllers to replace the ones broken last month,” Steve laughed. “We’re doing four at a time again.”

Wanda shrugged. “Then they can do their weekly pissing match while I get my revenge. I’m not picky.”

This was your favorite part of living with the others and precisely why you always settled up high where you could watch everything that happened. The team was one big family, teasing each other and having a great time. Sometimes you missed the peacefulness of your own apartment, but by now you wouldn’t trade these evenings for the world.

You brought your lo mein with you as you transitioned to the hammock swing Tony had hung for you in the common room. On the couch, Bruce and Wanda had settled in for their rematch; Natasha and Steve had snagged the other controllers. Wanda selected a track and with that, the night of gaming had begun.

You were so focused on the games happening you didn’t notice that Bucky studied you all evening.

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Bucky rounded the corner to the kitchen and found you perched on a bar stool, a canvas board and paint spread out across the counter. You didn’t notice his arrival until he cleared his throat.

“Oh, hi Bucky!” Your face lit up with its usual smile when you saw him. “How was your morning?”

“Too short,” Bucky replied, his voice betraying the fact that he had just woken up despite the fact that it was now the early afternoon.

You gave him a solemn nod. “I haven’t been on any long missions yet, but the short ones are exhausting and I imagine your body needed all the sleep it could get. Coffee pot is fresh even though it’s not full. Tony just finished brewing more and he took more than half the pot with him.”

Bucky poured himself a mug of the offered beverage and surprised you by settling onto the stool next to you.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking at the colors across the canvas.

“Finger painting.”

His eyes shot to yours, unsure if you were serious or not. You waggled your paint-stained fingers at him.

“Nothing should get between the artist and their art. I just take that a step further than most.”

Bucky looked back down at the picture you had were working on and creased his brow.

“You did all of this with your hands?”

You nodded and tucked your hair behind you ear, leaving a smudge of green behind.

“It makes me feel more in touch with what I’m painting. It’s kinda like sculpting in two dimentions.”

“Except you need more work on your sculpting,” Steve teased as he entered the kitchen. He reached into the mug cupboard and pulled out a misshapen monstrosity decorated with a shield design.

“Hey, you still use it,” you grinned at him as he filled the mug with the remains of the coffee and set to work brewing more.

“That I do,” he laughed. “Clint keeps asking when he’ll get his.”

“Tell him I’ll make him one whenever I make it back to the studio.”

You and Steve fell into an easy conversation. Steve noticed Bucky alternately studying you and your painting. He tucked it away in his memory as something to think about later.

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“Hey, Bucky, have you seen Nat?”

Bucky looked up from the book he was reading and froze. You were standing with your hands on your hips decked out in the most ridiculous outfit he had ever seen. Your t-shirt was neon green and your leggings were purple with pink and blue triangles of varying sized across them. There was a bright yellow terrycloth headband around your forehead and bright orange bands on your wrist, and you had pulled your hair up into the biggest side ponytail he had ever seen.

“Well?” you prodded when he didn’t reply.

“No, I haven’t seen her,” he managed to get out. “Um, what are you wearing?”

You glanced down at your outfit and waved your hand dismissively.

“Oh, Clint found an 80s workout video while we were thrifting earlier and we decided to try it out. This is just my way of getting into the spirit of it. He thought Nat might want to at least watch.”

“Watch what?” Nat asked, blowing a bubble as she walked in. The bubble popped as she took in your outfit. “Never mind what. The answer is yes.”

“Did you find her?” Clint poked his head into the room, a neon pink headband the same style as yours wrapped around his head.

“Yup, we’re coming!” you replied, grabbing Nat’s hand and dragging her behind you. “See you later, Bucky!”

Steve came across his friend half an hour later. Bucky was staring at nothing, his mind still lingering on a certain colorful telekinetic.

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“You know, stuff like this never happened off-mission before you joined the team.”

You shrugged at Sam. The movement caused you to wince. “I’d like the record to show that I don’t have a fully-developed frontal lobe yet, but Clint does, and he thought it was a great idea.”

“Which in retrospect probably should have been the first indication it was actually a terrible one,” Tony admitted.

Bruce had Clint laid out in traction until a chiropractor could come to fix his back. You had dislocated your shoulder and were now icing it to keep down the swelling and pain from it being forced back in place. Tony was only in the med bay because that was where the two of you were; he was being forced to listen to Sam and Steve’s “how could you be so reckless” lecture because you and Clint probably couldn’t have pulled off your stunt without him.

“It was so fun, though,” Clint retorted from his bed. “How many people can say they’ve been hit with a six-foot water balloon?”

“One too many,” Steve replied before turning his glare to Tony. “And you! You built them a slingshot?”

Tony held up his hands. “In my defense, I only knew they wanted to launch a giant water balloon. I didn’t know they were going to aim it at Clint.”

“That bit was Clint’s idea,” you cut in. “I just wanted to launch it. He wanted to know what it would feel like to get hit with it.”

“It was great,” Clint added sleepily. His pain meds seemed to be kicking in.

Bucky watched the whole scene from the doorway and tried to fit this piece into the picture of you his mind was forming.

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“Power of positive thinking, Barnes. Power of positive thinking.”

Bucky clenched his jaw and glared at you. “You’ve been shot. That’s not positive,” he growled, taking out two more HYDRA agents.

“But it won’t be fatal and I don’t need my arm to do damage,” you retorted in a sing song voice as you telekinetically ripped a man’s gun from his hands and shot him with it. “We’ve still got to get out of here. Might as well have fun doing it.” You launched into an off-pitch rendition of “Hakuna Matata” and lobbed a grenade to your left.

Bucky swore under his breath and followed you toward the exit. Going on missions with you would be the death of him.

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“Y/N, have you seen –” Bucky entered your room and cut off as you shushed him, motioning with your eyes to the sleeping child in your lap.

The team had rescued a group of orphans on the last mission, and Tony had made room for all of them at the compound until they could be placed in good foster homes. One of them, a small girl no older than four, had stumbled upon you sitting on the floor and curled up in your lap, promptly falling asleep with her head against your chest.

“What are you looking for?” you whispered ask Bucky sat next to you.

“Her,” he whispered back. “Bruce did a head count and was wondering who was missing.”

You studied the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deeply. “Bruce is remarkably good at mothering.”

“Seems like you’re not so bad at it yourself.”

You smiled shyly at Bucky and the two of you sat together in silence until Bruce found you and whisked the girl back to her bed. Bucky felt a tug of disappointment in his chest when the two of you had to go your separate ways. The more time he spent with you, the more being with you felt right.

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“Dude, decorating the tree is so much easier with Y/N around,” Clint called to Bucky as the latter entered the common room. Everyone was there bustling around and decorating, but you were what his eyes were scanning for.

You were sitting crisscross on the floor by the couch, eating sugar cookies and holding Clint up in the air near the top of the tree. He was reaching out to put the star on top when you pretended to drop him.

“Not cool, Y/N. So not cool.” He glared once you had stabilized him.

“That’s okay, I prefer being hot anyway,” you smirked back.

Bucky sat down next to you and took the cookie you offered.

“These are pretty good. Who made them?”

You shrugged. “Whoever Tony bought them from. I was going to protest buying Christmas cookies, but these are better than anything I could make, so I decided to roll with it.”

“Hey guys,” Natasha sang from the couch behind you. “Look what I found!”

The two of you looked up to see Nat holding a sprig of mistletoe above your heads.

“Gah!” You had actually dropped Clint that time. At least you had been lowering him so he didn’t have as far to fall.

“Sorry!” Your hand came up over your mouth as Clint stumbled to his feet. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I got distracted.”

“He’ll forgive you if you two kiss,” Sam said with a grin.

“Sure, what he said,” Clint confirmed, rubbing the back of his head. “Go on, kiss him.”

Chants of “Kiss him! Kiss him!” rang out around the room. You and Bucky looked at each other, and almost before you could realize it he had pulled you into his arms and was kissing you. The two of you lost yourselves in the feeling of each other’s lips on your own, deepening the kiss until finally you had to pull back, gasping for air.

“It’s about time that happened,” you breathed, your faces only a few inches apart.

“Been wanting to do that for a while,” Bucky admitted. “I’ve never met anyone like you before, Y/N. You’re perfect. You live through what we all go through every mission but still manage to keep a sense of wonder. It’s… it’s really nice. It started with the mud puddles; when I first saw you, you were out in the yard splashing around and having so much fun just… being. The more I get to know you, the more I don’t want to ever have to live without you again. You keep me from losing myself, and I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”

“Look what you did,” Clint complained to Natasha. “Now they’re gonna go all lovey on us.”

“Shut up, Barton,” you laughed before pulling Bucky in for another kiss, whispering something only he could hear.

“I think I love you, too.”

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ecogoth1 · 4 years

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I am the only one who's been out there the whole time 1 Christian Army soldier marching I came walking I need new boots that I can keep walking in and by the way the Sabbath is Friday night to Saturday night and maybe that's part of why are you brought this curse down on you you can go to church on Sunday but you should be resting Friday night or Saturday night because that is what Christ commanded you want to keep changing the Bible go for it I won't I will not tempt God So if you need prayer I'll be out there. Be not afraid I do not have the virus I have a letter stating that I also am probably immune to it because of the plants People who are dying I pray for your souls I pray your transitions easy because I have been dying before and I've survived cancer I am surviving so many things if one of you would do a news story about it Go free to find me while I'm out there I'm trying to find a thrift store that's actually open so I can get the supplies I need because I plan on camping the rest of the month after I stay here for a couple weeks state locked down now not like I can go back to California They locked down When I'm able to travel I need to go to Minnesota and complete the promise I made to my grandfather to build the cabin there he was a mighty man of God and so am I with a native edge with a with the blessings of the Buddhists Blessings of the keltics my parents ancestors The blessings of the sky (at 13223 Extended Stay America, Houston) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-hqlslHfl2/?igshid=1cm0547md6zb2

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theplaywrightinblackdress · 5 years

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Dilemma of a Fashionista

As I stealthily look at my dirty and old drawer closet, transfixed as to what I am suppose to wear for a certain plain boring day. Eyeing a very dainty white v-neck shirt that could easily be blended with a tight fitted jeans or even a wild bermuda shorts for an instant. It's been a blessing in disguise since I last bought a trinity of polo button down plad from a boyish brand at mall, it is so astonishing to find myself obssessing with these lovely tropical tops since they fit the trend, and my can use them as an excuse to dress entirely different from these crowd of norm core people who dresses the same for 'gods sake!'

As I open the second drawer. I can see these printed shirts that I tidy with the same texture of colours, and with a very minimalist logo that transcend my personality to begin with. Since I am a fan of large tees and printed symmetric t-shirts that I love getting from thrift shops or to a hand-me-down friend of mine or whatever, they are a great salvation when my lazy ass soul takes over me at some places.

As I tried to debate whether to wear a mickey jumper or a heavy adidas jacket, I had this bizarre encounter with my bottom outfits. I had several shorts that was tailored in different angle, shape, and length. I owned a lot of paired jeans that goes perfect with my thighs and legs. I like them quirky so I usually bought them cutted, ripped, and patched. I just love the persona that a tattered jeans give me so I vouch for them pretty much of my time.

Also, my shoe dresser is a thing now! I did want to wear pumps and boots to make my OOTD's edgier. But they are to costly so I will just settle in the mean time for my vintage sneakers and plain strap sandals that is a fit for my budget. I like to wear them in any season possible because they are all black, white, and nude.

Just a quick run at my personal style: I can be straight fancy or boring depending on my mood in a daily basis. Sometimes, one can see me sporting a very wild street style with semi-coloured shades that I love wearing when walking down the streets or when I feel like a walking 'Rihanna' at some point. Or when I have plenty of time to decide on what outfit should I choose, I can tie a ribbon in my trousers or knot them in my collar just to give my style an accent that's definite and equal to the eyes. I don't usually go formal rather I love casual dress up gaming because it gives me the 'extra' feeling that I want on a specific date, but if needed I can be an 'Aubrey Hepburn' at some point too. I love to add spices in my style; a watch, minimalist necklace, and a girdle would do. Some pretty eye-glasses too and a pair of bangles and earrings, why not 'eh?

I can say that my style would be: Casual, Street, and experimental. And yes, in an Androgynous way. I love wearing both male and female styles. I would be very critical when it comes to occassions, and that is where I base my clothes and it easily gives me the decision on what should an entire fiasco would look like.

I am no trend fitter, as much a possible I don't buy trendy clothes, bottoms, and shoes just to impress people and their race. I have a strong faith in my guts and as far as I can remember, my instinct never failed me at many times. I don't think that someone can get inspired by the fame and praises that they will surely gain from these outfits, but totally depending your style just to impress people is just feeding their ego's and will not get you any better designer at the end of the day.

I am finicky and strict about the outfits that I wore, and I hate it when someone dictates me and rub their own personal style at me. I don't give a damn about how weird you think my style is, as long as I am happy and contented with it. That's the hill I want to die on, lol.

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prin666 · 5 years

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Out of all the embarrassing decisions I jumped into during that carefree time in my life called “the teenage blunder years”. I think there is nothing more downright cringe than my desire to be understood by being misunderstood. What the fuck does that even mean, right? This desperation to have the world understand that I wasn’t like them fueled a lot of what I did to represent myself outwardly. I dressed in thrift store clothes and brand skate shoes. I shaved the side of my head and dyed it bright red. I looked like an 80s hooker a lot of the time. If you can imagine a hot mess on the outside and the inside and give it smooth caramel skin, perky tits and a tight body that was me. I was a hot mess and fucking proud of that. I’d kill to look like that lil sloot bag again. I could throughly dissect what was actually going on with me but that’s besides the point because my stupid ass went ahead and got “warning” tattooed right above her pelvic bone. That’s it that’s the dumb thing I did.

That would be and continues to be my own personal tagline. It’s very On brand even till today which is why I don’t actually regret it or anything like that I’m actually happy and proud of it but I’m still capable of admitting how stupid it is. It’s also the punchline on the joke that is my fucking life. Warning. Ha! Immediately i regretted it because of its placement. Did my vagina have teeth? Was it riddled with diseases? Why is there a warning? My brain failed to realize that most people don’t sit around thinking in metaphors. This was not a literal warning about my body but more so who I was. I was unstable, messy, lost, and all those things you glorify as a teenager without any guidance.

“Do I sound mad? Well I guess I'm a little pissed

Every action has a point, five points make a fist

You close em', you swing em', it's hurts when it hits

And the truth can be a bitch, but if the boot fits

I got an idea: You should get a tattoo that says warning

That's all, just a warning, so the potential victim can take a left

And save breath, and avoid you, sober and upset in the morning

I wanna scream, "Fuck you Lucy!"

But the problem is I love you Lucy

So instead I'ma finish my drink and have another

Well you think about how you used to be my lover”

Those are part of the lyrics that directly told me to get a tattoo that said warning. Thanks, Sean. I should have just legally changed my name to Lucy so that the overly dramatic part of me that related to “her” would be satiated and i wouldn’t have to explain to the men in my life that I did in fact have a tattoo that said warning on my body 😩 and no there is nothing wrong with my vagina. This tagline that I’ve attached to myself still rings true. I’m not the same type of mess I was back then.

But it should be said that it includes

Warning: Work In Progress

Im a woman now in intensive therapy because I’ve taken responsibility of my life. I’m in control now. The messy parts of me don’t call the shots like they used to and none of this is pretty. Everything fucking hurts and i don’t get to run away from it anymore. I don’t get to drink until it doesn’t hurt or fuck strangers to fill the void. And that’s my choice I don’t want to do those things. I have chosen life and in doing so the warning still stands. That is my tagline. Im just a baby deer standing on its wobbly legs trying to grow big and strong and graceful. WARNING! I’m fucking sensitive. Im BABY.

I might have gotten it tattooed somewhere else tho if I could time machine back perhaps on my feet at the very least but guess what I have on my foot. It’s a fucking shark 🦈 and it’s drinking a fucking 40oz and every time I notice it I let out a genuine belly laugh because it’s glorious. I am something else. Truly, I never needed to make it a point to prove to the world that I wasn’t like them all I had to do was exist. But then I wouldn’t have all this ridiculousness to reflect on and then I’d just be bored. God Bless teenage me. That dumb ass crazy bitch 💕

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maddogpunk13-blog · 5 years

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“Punx not un-dead!!”

punx not un-dead!!

October 16, 2013 at 7:53 PM

Helicopters and cop's every where...I think I just hered like six car crashes and an explosion. Also saw the guy across the street attack his lil shit dog and start biting it. Dog got away but then he smashed his own door open and started taring threw the house. Man what a day gonna take the chopper out and see what the hell is going on.

Day 1...

Went into town yesterday to figure out what the hell is going on...MAYHAM! People were tarring each other apart looting and fighting with not only cop's but with each other to! Started seeing National guard! But I don't think they were here to help. They started spraying the crowd with mini guns! Needless to say I got the hell outta there! Got stuck at a Walgreens... and figured hell if everything is going to shit ...fuck the Obama care im snagging what I need for meds now! got a good supply of stuff for Bail, Max and I. On top of a small amount of food for us. Shit I could get a bus a food and it would last a day with my wife and pets! Any ways. Trying to start callin some of the crew and others now...hope this crazy shit chills for the rest of the day...

day 2...

So I'm runnin threw the house grabbing every weapon I can and as most of you who have been to my place know I got knives and hand made battle axes brass knuckles and all kinds of fun stuff all over the place. Most of it I keep in a ol'school lunch box I carried around in high school that's collaged with punk stickers spikes and picks from old flyers...any ways...I grabbed all the gear got to the car and started pullin out all the useless crap we don't need to survive. Like old bike parts stuffed animals she found at a thrift store. You know. Shit like that. Well I'm doing so Bail comes out and says hay! what the hell are you doing? I told you there's no such thing as zombies!! Not realizing that coming up behind her is our ass hole neighbor Louy! Zombified! At that moment I moved her out of the way grabbed a pair of her hair sheers and burred them into his eye! He went down like the bag of shit he is! She then turns around and looks at me and says... Hunny if your going to grab stuff to bring to Lee's compound then please leave me my hair tools for taking care of your mohawk....All I could say was yes dear as I kissed her forehead...

day 3...

Just tried calling who I can in the crew everyone is held up in a Wal-Mart in Fort Pierce. I can't get there sooooo....on to I-town to the compound. Pulling out we start booking out of the neighborhood. Hitting a right turn of 2nd we ran into Bammas kids!! Literally! Vicious little red neck shits! One missing an arm and I think the others chewing on the head of the neighbor who's always yelling at his wife. Sick to see but at the same time I think. Is this the way the earth gets rid of ignorance and other such people who you would prob see in the movie "God bless America"? Any ways. We get out of our place and hit U.S.1 I start to do a mental check list of what we grabbed...rice, and a full box of all the food in the trailer,all the weapons, I.E. Shot gun and ammo and even the kitchen knives, plus the lunch box, a bag full of lighters I'v collected from shows and partys over the years prob about 50 or 60 of them, leather and jean jackets, two pairs of combat boots Doc's and Bait's two suitcases of clothing, her hair supply's plus glue and hair spray, all my books on zombies (even the funny one's!) the chopper bicycle and her Schwinn, a shit ton of tool's, dog, ratt,rabit, fuzzy blankets and pillows, all the meds, vitamins, band aids, a+d ointments and such things like that, what I could for c.d.'s and all my sewing stuff...(patches, safety pin's, thread needles ect ect ect...) Ok I think I'm good. We get to Cove road hit a right and... SHIT!!! Some middle aged yuppo flipped his truck with a boat on it...wait were good just gotta take him and his fat wife out! I think...get out with the hammer axe and get to him. He turns to start at me covered in blood I swing! I hit what he was eating at and get the axe stuck! SHIT! Again! He's on me! Thank the God's I got spikes on my rists! I dig them in his head they don't do much but knock him back a few but hey better then nothing! That gives me time to grab a blade out of my pocket and bury it in the top of his skull! I turn to see where the wife is...yep! You guessed it! I already took her out! That's what he was eating! I was lucky enough to put the axe right in to her head! I get to the car with Bail looking at me very wantingly and she lights up a smoke and says...I think he had a wig on...I said really!?! She said yep! Look at your blade. At that point I realized I still had it out...and damn if she wasn't right! I had that old yappos bloody wig stuck to my knife!! After I threw it out the window she said oh hunny...I'm hungry and we also need cig's. Can we loot that gas station? What can a good husband say?...Yes dear...

day 4...

Gotta luv some of my wife's ideas! Looting the gas station on cove was 1 of them realized it was getting dark so we got held up there all night. but back on the road now picked up some more food all the tobacco and a ton of lighters and matches...also scored an extra baseball bat they had behind the counter...headin towards 76A now... funny I keep seeing swirling orange lights up ahead hope its ok...get to the orange glow and what do ya know...its our youngest l.d.p. hooligan doing his poi! its Zack!! the kid is beating zombies back with his flaming ball's!! lolz! so we stopped to help out and I grab the bat I just got and start swinging on 2 that didn't notice us pull up...guess the fire attracts them more then anything...bail got out and did some ninja shit I've never seen and kicked one of there head's right into a broken bottle on the road! zack took the last one out by wrapping the poi ball around its neck and grabbing his blade and shoving it in its head as he pulled the poi tourds him...quite impressive I gotta say! so how you doin bro I say? eh another day in stuart he says... we get in the car and max makes for zack's face with a lick from hell we all laugh...we get further up the road and run in to a road block...2 cop cars and a military Humvee... looks bad...dead body's and a couple of zombies wondering around nawing on what's on the ground...look at bail and zack and all I say is...you ready? both yep! lets do this! 4 cops and 2 military zombies... I take out 2 of the cops and get a good swing on 1 of the solders but I miss his head with the hammer axe and just cut his throat...at that point bail takes the bat and knocks the rest of his head off and zack shoves his knife in the top of its head on the ground... ok grounds clear to move the cop car in our way. bail gets in the drivers seat and zack and I start pushing it onto the grass...bail gets out looks at us with a smile and says hay! look what I got!! a fully loaded shot gun in her hands! awesome!! zack and I look at each other and with out words start grabbing what we can for weapons and supply's...got out of there with 4 shot guns 6 hand guns 2 m-16s about a dozen hand grenades 2 full boxes of tear gas radio equipment and 3 boxes of m.r.e.'s...i'd say a pretty good find for us....get back in to the packed car and bail looks at me and says i'm glad we have food and all but...um...we can't loot any more...there's no more room luv...yes dear I reply and we peel outta there and finally get to lee's compound in I-town we pull into a dirt drive way with about 6 or 7 wiggling zombies hanging on the sides of the road...all I can say is...yep! lee's home! get to his gate with him standing there with a fully automatic ak-47 pointed at us demanding we get out with our hands up! we do bail and zack look terrified and I got a grin on my face...bail looks at me like wtf!?! lee says one rule u come here you take care of what's yours! you all got food?? I say yes hold on... I dig into the car and grab lucky...our rabbit...lee brings his gun to his shoulder and replies with...perfect come on in!! lolz! get back in the car to pull in and bail looks at me punches my arm and says don't you ever scare me like that again and we are not eating lucky!... what can I say other then...yes dear...

day5

Well were at the compound now settling in...zack and bail start unpacking the car and settling in to the house max starts hummping dizzy (lee's dog) and every thing seems well...lee walks up to me and ask to talk in his work shed...a place we used to make custom low down punks bike's... now i'm sure were going to make what we can for weapons...so what did u run into on the way here? I told him my story and he said ok u know what the road block was for right? I thought about it and said damn...what the hell were they there for? the hospital. I said oh shit! that makes sense...u thinkin of doing a run out that way any time soon? yeah that's what I want to talk to u about... I can tell by his voice he seemed concerned about something but before he could say any thing I looked up and said hay I gotta swing by my mom and dads place on the way there...he said I know...that's it...I got on the old c.b. radio last night and picked up a signal from out your parents way...there alive! but running hard outta food and water they prob only have a week or so left...your mom was on the way to go shopping and that's when the shit hit the fan luckily your dad took out a dead head trying to get to your mom...I say Oh shit! we gotta go!! he grabs me and says hay bro chill there good for now we will reinforce the van and gather armor and weapons asap then go...I chill out light up a cigar look at him and say ok lets do this...we all sit down inside and focus on what needs to be done and explain to bail,zack, and sara (lee's wife) what's going on and that they are to stay there when we go for the rescue and raid tomorrow...bail automatically along with zack say no! where going with you! I say no there's not enough room for the 4 of us plus my parents in lee's van and it will be quicker with less ppl going.......bail looks at me and agrees and being funny says plus you can fit more food in the van with less ppl! we all laugh...lee agrees looks up and says well tonight we prepare and tomorrow pillage and plunder!!

day 6...

Packing the van with plenty of make shift weaponry and enough guns and ammo that we can carry easily amongst lee and I...We reinforced the van last night and some of this morning with extra aluminum siding re-bar and other such things like that added a bulldozer front end to the front to move pretty much any thing in our path and added an extra gun hole on both sides of the van just in case it gets to deep out there... I also took the time to do a lil paint job with some rattle cans ...some flames and low down punk's on each side and in marker I wrote free brains under each gun hole...yeah it's awesome and bad ass at the same time! say good by to bail and as i'm leaving she says bring back some sour patch kids! and I love you!! ...yep...yes dear!! pull out and book tourds the hospital we decide getting there first we can get outta there faster with out my parents....hit salerano road where the hospital is ...ran into another 3 cop cars and a military jeep with a gatling gun on the back easily we take out the 7 or 8 zombies and do a quick raid on what's there about 8 more hand guns 3 more m-16's small amount of grenades some more tear gas and flash grenades this time with a launcher to shoot them with some flash lights hand full of tools and yep the gatling gun! get to the hospital running down zombies on the way we decide to go not to the e.r. but to the front desk instead. we get in and the generators are still working but just barley...with a machete and 2 crow bars we take out a hand full of dead heads before we get to the main medical storage...we both have each a back pack and a duffle bag.... we start loading up on bandages, insulin, pain killers, morphine, i.v. holders and maltable bags for i.v.'s...basically every thing we need to make sure no one gets bad if they get sick or any thing like that...well were doing so lee looks up at me with a grin holding his 2 bag's and says hay it's better then free medicare!! lolz!...we try and scope out what we can around the rest of the hospital and kinda lose track of time we notice its getting darker out and lee says lets go! I look up and say we can't we need light to get to the van and then we need lights on the van... these things are attracted to light...well shit now what then bro he says...I look around and say hay there are beds here you take this room and i'll take the one across the hall...well we wait till dawn lets organize what we got and try to make room for more stuff...like what? he says... sour patch kids bro! what else! lolz!

day 7...

Leaving the hospital now ran into a small group of the deadheads but easily took them out...got to the van and started pulling out. there's a neighborhood across the street and I notice a house with a flat bed trailer in the drive way...look lee and say we can use that bro! he agrees we book over the median in the road and start hooking it up while he does so a zombie starts coming out of the house I see a lil flowery welcome sign on a iron twisted rod sticking out of the ground at the foot of the walk way I grab it and walk up and shove it hard enough into his head the spike part of the rod sticks out of the back of his head so when he landed back words it made it look like it was still standing up in the ground...I say yeah your welcome shit head! turn to keep my eye back on the street and see 2 more coming our way one with its head almost coming off and another missing an arm and a foot...grab some bush cutters and cut the head off the one who's head is hanging then shove the open cutter into both eyes of the other one at that point lee is done and ready to go... we leave and he says you get your rocks off? nah...just there heads! hay before we book outta here you know my place is like 5 mins up the road right? yeah so he says? well I got some extra bikes and other things there i'd like to have...he doesn't really want to but agrees any ways... I know I know prob not my best idea but hay at least we can get more clothes and parts, tools, and paints to last awhile...we get there and start grabbing the bikes and almost every thing in the shed I pack 2 more suit cases of clothes...1 for me and 1 for bail....also grab the weights and the door pull up bar to. hay gotta at least try and stay some what fit!... we also grab the death fink bike the pea picker, bails pride (her trike),and bail my big ape hanger low low bike...any ways we leave taking some zombies out with the van on the way out...get back to us 1 and I say hay I know i'm askin a lot but we gotta raid another gas station bro. he says wtf!?! now what!?! sour patch kids man! oh god damn it all mad dog he says! hay man blame my wife bro she's fatty! yeah yeah yeah...fuck it I wanna see what's left for beer any ways...have fun with that bro i'll stick with my dmd and tea...(i'm sober) We hit sr76 and pull into a station that looks ok to us from the out side...surprisingly we don't see any dead heads...we get inside powers out but lee says fuck it and grabs like 8 things of different kinds of beers from what it looks like pbr,mickeys,and some dark stuff...idk...I book for the sour patch kids and right before I get to them 1/2 a zombie starts crawling towards me I try to get around and there's another 1 right behind me! I try to knock the walking one away and when I do it stumbles right in to an axe lee has in his hands lee moves me and chops at the crawler on the ground reaching for me...he says u get fatty's candy yet?? I reach around and grab like 8 bags of them and turn back to him and say...yep! great lets go! we snag some more Tabaco and I grab some cool ranch Doritos and we book to my parents....we get to the neighborhood they live in and start mowing down deadheads...get to there street and do the same there...pull into there house rather fast knocking one of my moms garden statues over...get in the house and do the whole I love u and you alright thing I and lee explain what's up and to gather what they need. the cats are missing and there bird has died but little's there dog is fine and coming along. getting out of there we notice again its getting late we decide against my mothers will seeing she's not happy about her statue to stay at there place...dad and I go to the van and grab some food and a couple of guns he says i'm glad you came for us but that was a risky thing to do son...I know dad but I had to make sure your ok and we had to get extra supply's you've seen my wife eat! we laugh and he says well i'm glad your ok and i'm proud of you son...do you know what's going on? no not yet we'll talk about it with every 1 else at lees place when we get there tomorrow for now thoe lets just get some food in you and lock down what we can and get some rest...ok son he says with a smile on his face...ok son...

day 8...

Just got back to lee's compound...dad mom and I took the van back... lee took my moms suv and hooked up my dads camper...we realized it would be easier to bring it and some extra camping supply's if we bring that to so now they have a place to stay as we figger out what were going to do from here on out...we pull in to lee's place and there's bail and the rest looking very relived and well...mad at the same time...I get out of the van and she runs up and hugs me then slaps my chest and says what the hell took you so long!?! I look up and say hay! I had to get Doritos along with your sour patch kids!...she looks at me and says and that's why I luv you...lolz! we get every thing settled and gather around the fire pit to figger out what the hell is going on...we of course explain to my parents the only way to kill the dead heads is to aim for the head...we ask if they know what's going on and my dad looks at bail and I and says yeah a lil bit...I hooked up the old wire radio a few days ago to see if I could hear any thing and I got a broadcast from a west palm station it came in faint but the voice on it said it might have something to do with all the water way pollution that's been going on lately...i'm not sure thoe but I think the voice was your father bailey...she seems stunned not able to speak then she stutters we have to get him! lee and I look at each other and agree but realize this is going to be 1 hell of a trek lee says to my dad do you remember the station it was on? he reply's yes I have the radio with me I never changed the station on it...ok were going to need a couple of days worth of supplies ,and exact easy rout on how to get there and enough weapons for mad dog,zach, and I (lee)...and for me! bail says excitedly! I automatically say no you should stay here! she calmly looks at me and says damn it stop acting like I can't do this sort of thing! there my parents and I have been trained in martial arts, and don't forget you taught me how to use a knife and lee has shown me gun controlle I will not sit back and worry at home wondering what the hell is going on with you and feeling help less I can do this...not only cus I want to but because I have to...reluctantly I look at Zach and lee and they both agree with her...I turn to her and say...yes dear...your a bad ass! she says ok then...goes to her car and breaks out an old paper map from the center console and wrights down the address...we start planning for at lest a 4 day trip and after we start barricading the property and hanging up trip lines with old rattle cans and bells so we can get a heads up if any zombies try walking up on us...latter that night when we finish up and start getting ready to rest up for the night bail and I sit under the arch that lee and I made for bail and i's wedding and I look at her eyes and tell her how beautiful they are and how proud I am of her...I also apologize for underestimating her and that i'm glad she wants to knock some dead heads to help her family...after I say all these things to get off my cheste she calmly looks at me kisses my for head and says...yes dear...lolz! of to bed and well you can guess what's up next...

day 9...

I woke up a lil latter then I do normally this morning to see lee and zach finishing up mounting the gatling gun to the top of the van with a hatch that opens up to it with a make shift seat so we can take out bigger groups of dead heads on the road. my dad doing target practice around the other side of the barn with a shot gun and a small 22. my mom and sara are inside making breakfast and my wife is digging around grabbing what looks like black clothing and knives...so I decide to sharpen some knives and get a lil practice throwing them in to a target I put up to do so... a lil while later we all sit down to eat to a rather big meal of freshly killed bacon and ham, farm fresh eggs, toast with butter and fresh honey made from lee him self and fresh orange juice from the trees out side...it's always good to eat at lee's place the food is always real and good...we finish up and start getting ready for our trip to get bails parents down south. we start packing the van and double checking ammo, guns, medical supply's and food....finally ready but bail is still in the dog house (a lil room out side of lee's shed he built for me when I had no where else to go)...I yell out hay babe you ready yet at that moment she comes out and every one looks up with zach dropping his jaw and what he's holding, my parents looking like wtf?? and lee starting to clean his glasses and winking a bunch of times with me looking at her I start to laugh...she's in skin tight leather pants a tight black shirt combat boots with spikes in the toes biker gloves her l.d.p. hooligans leather jacket with a spiked out collar and make up to die for loaded with a gun on each hip and one on her leg and knives in her boots inside her jacket a katana on her back that she got as a wedding present when we got hitched and a double barrel sawed off in her hands...I look at her and say let me guess and before I could say it she says yep! you can't kill any zombies as a girl with out looking like a bad ass dominatrix! she gets in the van and looks at us and says well? we doin this?? um yeah lets roll lee says...she closes the door and before we get in lee says to me I don't get it...I look at him and say you ever see bad monster movies where the chic kills them like resident evil? they all for some reason have to be in as much leather as possible...the difference between them and bail is...she really can kick ass! with bail, zach and my dad in the back, lee driving, and me in the front we take off tourds the 95 exit south tourds wpb. Zach looks at bail and says awesome just awesome....I look back and say i'll kill you Zach. i'll kill you...lolz! we get to the exit and see there are some cars in the ditch and dead bodys and bullet holes in the car's then we notice millitery trucks and guessing they were taken out by the solders that are now dead heads and wandering around so we plow them down and get on the ramp...seemed like the 95 side going north was more packed then the south side witch makes it easy to get to where were going...we get to west palm and we need gas bad so we pull into a small ghetto looking station and check it out luckly the pumps still work...my dad and lee stay with the van and start filling it up...bail, Zach and I go inside as we do bail takes out the teller traped in side the register box with a quick shove of her katana in to its head. Zach pulls a pistol on 1 coming from the back room but I stop him and throw 2 blades at it. 1 hits his chest and he keeps coming, and the other hits him in the head he goes down...Zach says wtf I had that and I say noise bro! you want more of them to come? he says oh ok and with out looking to his right grabes his blad and shoves it into the head of one that was creeping up on him...I look at him and say now that was awesome! we find some new gas cans and some chipps and tea and head back to the van. we fill up on more extra gas in the new cans and head out...we finally after plowing through a bunch of deadheads milling around get to the radio station we get out and deadheads are every where we try as hard as we can to get threw them but its getting thick now and dark at the same time...we get to the door and her dad busts out wearing what looks like police riot gear and some make shift speares made from michrophone parts and other such things we get in and calm our selves down I check on bail and she is shaken but ok she runs to her dad and there very happy to see each other he says to her well you always did have an interesting taste in fashion and impeccable timming...I look towards lee and Zach and ask wheres my dad? zach walks tourds me and says bro... I say what?? I see my dad sitting on the ground holding his neck and lee shaking his head...I screm out no there is no way this is happening!! I run to him and start freaking out he looks at me and says son its ok we all have our time to go. I must say you may not have been much to society but in a world like this you have definitely made me proud to call you my son please tell your mother I love her and to never give up I can here him fading out and with his last breath he says I love you son...with a tear in my eye I see lee with a pistol he is handing it to me I know what I have to do... I stand up and grab it and point it at my dad. I wait and a about a min later he turns...I look at him and say I love you too dad and I pull the trigger he goes down...bail runs to me and holds me. We all decide it is a good idea to crash at the station and figure out what our next move is in the morning. pluss I don't think I have the energy or the mental capacity at the moment to do anything so I call it a night...bail asks if im ok and reminds me I still have her and that she loves me...all I can say is...yes dear...

day10...

Stayed up most of the night...we moved my dad into one of the offices at the station rapped him up in some curtains from the front hall way and placed him on a couch...it was the best we could do. bail did her best to comfort me and it kinda worked but I guess I had to know at some point during this zombie uprising that some ppl you luv are just gonna be apart of it...So we all get together and come up with a plan on how to get outta there we figger we have about 8 flash grenades and a hand full off hand guns and 2 riffles...lee and Zach go to the roof and start tossing the flash grenades 1 at a time to draw the deadheads around the building away from the front door and lead them to the back of the building then lee starts taking out any stragglers by the front door as Zach starts shooting off as many as he can tourds the back basically he's keeping them occupied...me, bail,her mom and dad run out the front tourds the van there's about 5 more zombies lee cant hit cus of an over hang above the door...I with rage pump a full clip into the first one to come to us and start kicking its head into the curb cussing it out....bail comes up and slashes another one's head clean in 1/2 right behind me grabs me and pushes me tourds the van and yell's I understand baby but now is def not the time! I snap out of it and realize what's up see her dad taking on 2 of them as 1 walks tourds me I grab the crow bare I had on my side and bash the one near me in the head and run up to one of the zombies her dad is taking on and shove the hook end of the crow bar in to its head and bring it down on to the ground it's dead...her dad shoves the make shift mic spear into the last one and when it hits the ground he takes out it's neck with the riot shield...we get in to the van and pull around to the side and toss a grenade as far as we can away from the building BANG! it works the last amount of dead heads are going tourds it. lee and Zach come down a set of steal ladders set up on the side of the building and rush to the van get in and we haul ass outta there we get to us 1 and hit right ... we all make sure we have no bites and or scratches and calm each other down. about 45 min's into driving lee realizes we went the wrong way! were going south guys...what!?! how do you know? bails mom asks I look out the window and see a sign that says 10th ave. and a burnt out building that i'm sure was a Walgreens...I say...cus we just got in to lake worth...lee slows down to turn around and bail says wait! lets go to the speakeasy! and I say hun I doubt there's a show going on lolz! she says no no steavin has a place above it! there might be some friends there! I say shit your right! so we start booking tourds the easy and see a blockade at the publix where we turn to get there so we hit the main strip for down town and run in to about 15 or 16 dead heads and holy shit! is that who I think it is!?! bail pops out and says yeah its powder and rosa and some other c.b.c!!so we get out me,bail,zach,and lee...we have her dad and mom stay in the van they still need to get there strength back up...we start helping take zombies out left and right there's about 7 c.b.c.'s and us now so we clear the area in a mater of minutes and ask how there all doing rosa points at the ground and kicks one in the head and says just another day in south florida takin out bone heads! we ask if they need any thing and they say no they were going on a raid to the publix apparently the got up with Spartacus and a bunch of other ppl at a show when this all went down and sparty had another place out side of town that there all now staying at...I say ok its good to see you all were going to the easy to see if any one is there we start packing up and powder hands me a map of where his crew and him are staying. he says its getting late if u need its not to far from here your welcome to come stay the night. I say thanx and he reply's no prob bro c.b.c. and l.d.p. stick together I say Oi! Oi! and where on our way... we get to the easy and Zach and I go to the top floor we can see light under one of the doors on the inside we scope out the out side and don't see anything so we tap on the main glass door a moment later the door creeps open on the inside and wouldn't you know it grizzly pops out! our l.d.p. lake worth capt! he lets us in and the place is bare. he explains that the easy got taken over quick and he has no clue where any 1 else is he's hungry and tired I look at him and say grab only what you need were getting you the hell outta here! he grabs a back pack with a small amount of knives and couple bottles of water we leave and it starts to get dark so we look at the map powder gave me and its only about 3 to 4 miles from where were at we head that way and hit a dirt road and get to a gate with spray paint saying c.b.c! all bone heads can die twice! I say yep this is def the place! we get in and there's at least 25 to 30 ppl there we meet up with Spartacus and he welcomes us to stay as long as we want. I say thanx but we gotta book out back to I-town in the morning. is there a place to rest and shower? he lets us stay in a trailer he has in the back and tells us there's an extra out house with full pluming and a hot shower in it its late now so we all try to get a good shower and hit the beds...I walk up to Spartacus and say thanx bro your a good friend...he says bro any time! we'll talk more tomorrow, I agree and go to my wife and hit the bed she looks at me and kisses me and says thanx hun I love you.. I say yes dear...I love you to and I fall asleep...

day 11...

Got up and met up with rosa, powder, and Spartacus around a camp fire I realized most of the ppl I know from the scene are there. apparently they were mostly all at the show the night the zombies started the up rise...we hang out for a min and start to pack up to head back to lee's compound. I ask grizzly to come with us and he declines and says he would rather stay where he is and help out. plus what's south f.l. with out at least 1 l.d.p. hooligan hanging around? Reluctantly with out Grizz we start to leave and Spartacus notices that the van is a lil cramped he says hay Mad Dog here ...and hands me a set of key's I ask for and he reply's with look bro I know bailey has been dreaming about 1 for a long time and well.. I couldn't get to my other place in time and I at the moment have enough shit to deal with...I say ok bro thanx man! and we roll out we take ol'dixey north and I tell lee where to go to get to Spartacus's old trailer and we... start heading that way... we get 3/4 of the way there and hit a narrow road with a lil more then a dozen deadheads in the way to much to get around and or plow down so bail's dad jumps on the gatling gun and Zach and I take the gun windows her dad starts spraying them down cutting them in 1/2 and Zach and I start taking head shots on what's left...we get out clean and reach Spartacus's old trailer and there it is in the car port under a tarp...we get out and quickly take out about 4 zombies get to it and lee and I rip the cover away...it's a 1968 high gloss black chromed out elcomeno with white wall racing tires, leather bench seat 3 foot hurst stick shift with a brass knuckle handle, righno lining bedding in the back and an out law hood with a painting of an olive writhe with Oi! in the center over a big block 454 edelbrock engine! this elco is siiiiick!!! I look up at Lee and Zach and say who want's it? then realize Bail is in awww and frozen from what she see's...looks at me and says sooo do you like sleeping with Max?? I toss her the key's and me her and Zach roll out with Lee and her mom and dad in the van in the lead on u.s. 1 to avoid the dead heads and dead cars on 95 north...takes us about 45 mins to an hour to get threw west palm and we get to the tip of Hobe sound and realize its about 8 pm...we decide to pull into a gas station and chill there for the night cus we don't need and zombies rushing the cars on the road...get in side take out the teller and 2 other dead heads and start to rest for the night...Lee takes first 1 hour watch then Zach,me,and her dad...starting to get some rest with Bail I ask if she needs any thing she says yes! gummy bears! I give them to her and she says good night thanx hun with a smile and I say ...yes dear...

day 12...

Got woken up rather early Bails dad got us up saying we gotta go! now! We scope out what's going on and realize were getting surrounded by zombies! Well more then 30 or 40! Really didn't take the time to stick around and count! Zach had luckily in his back pack 4 flash grenades we find away to the roof and start tossing them to the far end of the parking lot it took 3 to get most of them to go that way...get threw the front doors with Lee and an m-16 in the lead he takes a good 7 or 8 down easy...get to the elco and the van and start to leave I have Bail stop at the gas pump and I start spraying gas all over the place on the dead heads and every where. we peal out and I throw a book of matches and the fire hit's fast! get about 3/4 a mile up the road and the place explodes with a small mushroom boom! Hauling ass north on u.s. 1 we finely get back to Stuart we get back to the compound and settle down and do a count on what we have for weapons, ammo, and other supply's were ok for now but a good run into town won't be a bad idea...I start to talk to my mom and let her know that dad went down swinging and that he loved her very much and to never give up. surprisingly she takes it well and say's I know he did I think I'll make some lunch now. I agree but feel worry as I watch her walk back to the house. I start to wounder if this is what catatonic looks like? I don't think much more of it. Lee and the rest of us decide to pack up a couple of bicycles to carry what we can back from in town in Indian town...bikes are quit so it will help to be a lil bit stealthy for this trip and it will save on gas. We are taking Bail's 3 wheeler, my chopper, and Death Fink. Lee came up with a side care for the Fink to put on and take off easy he is on Fink with Zach. Bail on hers and me on the chopper but we worry about how this planes out for tomorrow we've had enough for now and just want to get our energy back up and just chill around the fire...plus I wanna keep an eye on my mom...gonna go to bed early tonight and tomorrow we ride l.d.p. style!!

day 13...

Started working on a small trailer for Bail's trike for the ride into I-town Made it about 3 feet long and 1 1/2 feet wide. Lee thought it would be funny to make it look like a casket so we did. hooked it up and each grabbed some knives and flash lights, Zach and I with a crow bar each bail with her katana and an m-16 lee with the grenade launcher and a box of flash grenades and a first aid kit just in case...we ride out and its a short trip to the first gas station in town. We go in and decide to hit the tobacco first. A dead head teller comes out and starts wobbling Lee's way! He looks up and says oh ho come get some Ham beast I toss him the crow bar and with 1 good hard upper cut he takes her down then crushes her head with his boot her last gasp almost sounds like a snort from a dyeing hog...and he looks up and says now that's what I call a zombie kill of the week! I'll give you that 1 I say but last week was def Zach with his poi ball's!! Zach reaches for a thing of lighters on the counter and jokingly says yeah I got my moments... and at that moment another teller gets up from behind the counter and goes for his arm! with a quickness Bail shoves her katana into it's head and it drops to the floor. we check Zach who looks up shaking and says holy shit! no blood he's fine. Bail says yeah about those moments kid. We scope out and grab some extra food and a small glock behind the counter and roll out. We notice the Mexican gas station has burned down and up the road cars and dead heads are in the way so no checking on the hardwear store just yet. We decide to hit the Rin's supper market instead. The doors are open so we ride the bikes in I look up and say gee idk why but I suggest staying away from the fish and that I'm sure there are plenty of canned good's. Going threw we take out another couple of dead heads 2 with crow bars, Lee and Zach take one out with a broom and a mop from the cleaning isle coast seems clear we loud up on canned goods pasta veggies the normal crap u find in them, more tobacco, Bail and I grab some dog food and then hit the candy isle and she grab's a bunch of sour patch kids, twizzlers, skittles and other candy's that should last her about an hour I think to my self. We make it back to the front door. Lee and I leave our food stamps at the registers. Get to the bikes and as we try and get out damn it all! More dead heads!! We look around and notice tourds the other entrance opposite of the 1 we came in the last window is broken with about a foot diameter hole in it!! I look at Lee and say you thinkin what i'm thinkin?? On it he says! Like a fuckin terminator he grabs the grenade launcher and pumps out like 3 flash grenades Instantly the zombies rush to where they landed and we grab our rides and haul ass back to the gas station. What now Lee says? I look up and light a cigar and say ok we need a plane man. We're def not going to be able to stay here for ever and I still got my crew stuck in a shit ass Wal-Mart in Fort Pierce. We gotta get north bro! What the hell does that have to do with anything right now he says back? I say the hardwear store men we need building supply's to reinforce the elco and add better stuff to your van! Bail looks up and says what!?! Not the elco! Zach looks at her and says he's right that glass in that thing is ok but up against to many and were deader then the dead heads...she reluctantly agrees and we check what we got for ammo a few flash grenades left and we haven't used our bullets yet. but there's no way around the pile of cars and dead heads with just the bikes...shit! now what? ok we've been out to long and we won't be able to carry every thing on the bikes for what we need and any extra stuff we might come across let's go back and call it a night and take the van out there tomorrow Bail says...I look up with a smile and say ...yes dear...so we head back and clean up the van and put in some ammo for our trip back tomorrow...

day 14...

Took and re-loaded the van with a small supply of water, first aid and plenty of ammo and hooked up the trailer. Lee, Zach and I rolled out to take on the swarm of dead heads in the main street of I-town. Got about a few good yards from where the cars are piled up and I say ok we need to come up with some kind of plan. At that moment Zach pops out and points to a small gas truck to the left about 25 yards away from the cars and says Lee you think you can get a few flash grenades over that way? Lee looks closely and says yeah but why? Attract them tourds it and then we get a good amount over near it we can blow the thing up and take some out! good idea he says and starts to load the grenade launcher...I say wait! better idea! What? they say. Give me that! I go out and aim the launcher across the street a lil ways up. pop out about 4 flash grenades. The zombies start there way in that direction about 50 or 60 get huddled around a school bus and I start firing at it with the m-16 I'm def hittin it but nothing is happening Lee jumps out with his AK-47 and starts firing at a small section in the rear of the bus ...it blows up and eliminates what's there for dead heads! Lee turns and looks at me and me with a confused look says my mom and wife drove those thing's for ever. you learn a thing or 2 when your around them that much...well ok then... Lee looks at the pile of cars and says we need to move the red neck lil dick truck first but the front end of my van won't do it alone I need to pull it out first then we can get threw. you and Zach get as many dead heads to stay back as you can while I do the work. He un hooks the trailer and backs up to the truck with the tow cable and hitch. He rips the truck out and moves it to the side of the road and then hooks the trailer back up well doing so Zach, Bail and I start spraying down dead heads with the double barrel, and 2 M-16's. Pretty easy seeing how there's only about 15 to 20 left we get back to the van and plow threw the rest of the car's fairly easy. Damn that was pretty hard core Zach says but why didn't we take out the gas truck? Think about that for a sec bro I say...hu? Ok bro we go to the hardwear store get what we need. On our way back we get the gas truck and bring it back to! That way we can fuel up before we go north...duh! ooohhhh!! Ok he says. Good idea Lee agrees. We get to the hardwear store. Luckily it's been fenced in so no dead heads this time. We go threw the fence and break in with our crow bars and started grabbing rebar, medal sheets and pipe cutters, lights, all the machete's, a welding machine, a couple of chain saws and some other tools that might come in handy at some point. We get out and start to head back and it's late in the after noon but that's not the big worry at the moment...zombies! Every where!!!! The explosion from the bus brought more of them to that area! Zach! get to the Gatling gun! Lee yells you get some more ammo for that M-16 your gonna need it! I go in the back and see a box that says flares under the bench seat. I grab some and out of the passenger window start taking head shoots as Zach makes it rain death on to the dead from above while Lee with a hand gun starts driving and popping of rounds out of his window I yell get to the gas truck! We star heading tourds it and I start throwing road flares as far as I can out the window we get to it and the window is open I climb over Lee and get to the truck but a dead head is in the cab! I grab for a knife on my side but it falls to the ground Lee goes for his and hands it to me fast! right as the zombie gets to me I shove the blade into it's eye! and say can you see me now bitch!?! I get in to the cab and... Shit! Where the hell are the keys?? the zombie! I roll him over and there they are on his belt loop! I get them and it won't start! come on you half wit red neck mother fu...it starts!! Go Lee! go!! He starts plowing down what's left of dead heads and I fallow behind... we get to the road to get back to the compound and turn in to it...get to his drive way and its getting darker now...but we see Bail, her dad and mom Sara and my mom with guns at the end of the drive way where we installed a gate to keep the dead heads out. We pass them and they start closing the gate and spraying down a good hand full of zombies Lee, Zach and I get out with some guns and start unloading on them my mom is losing it at this point as were all trying to stay clear of each others firing path my mom starts walking tourds the zombies with the shot gun and empties the gun quick! then takes out a pistol and starts firing she starts screaming! You son's of bitches! you took one of the only thing's I cared for in this god damned world and now you wanna take my son!?! NOT TODAY!! NOT TODAY!!! NOT TODAY!!!! I scream! MOM!! NOOO!!! I try to go to her and Lee, Zach and Bail's dad grab me and get me to the ground...Bail and her mom look on word in terror and Sara drops to her knees and starts crying...I can't stop it as the dead heads take my mother... I sit there for a good long time with Max by my side as every thing calms down and just a few dead heads gnaw at the gate...every 1 try's to console me but ...I know they are there, I know there talking, but...I just don't care at this moment....Bail is the last one to come to me and she say...I know you've lost them but don't for get you do still have us...and we need you and we have to get north soon...they need you too...please baby come back to us....I look up and wipe some tears from my face and get up and walk to one of the dead heads still gnawing at the gate and say yes dear...and shove a blade in to its skull and walk back to a fire going on in the back yard with my wife...I look up and see every one there and say thank you all for still being here and being my family...my wife gives me a hug and says no...thank you!...

day15...

Wake up! Son get your ass outta bed! your gonna miss the bus! I walk out wearing a patched up cammo jacket with torn jeans a black Mohawk combat boots and my lunch box. Didn't really have food in it just random crap like a couple of mixed tapes a walk man glasses some shake weed and smokes and some change to get a soda....oh lord are you trying to embarrass us? My mom says as she's in the kitchen making breakfast you look like a bum! My dad says sternly. I gotta go I say as I grab some toast and walk out. I wonder of that boy will ever achieve anything my mom says to dad as I walk out the door. Not lookin like a bum he won't!! ... I here birds now as I open my eyes the air feels cool out side and I can smell fresh country cooking from the house the dew is still noticeable in the shade in some parts of the yard. I see Lee, and Zach are at the front gate taking out zombies with crow bars threw the fence, Sara and Bail's mom in the house cooking and Bail and her dad doing target practice with some knives. He's pretty good! and she's not bad her self I think to my self. Sara rings the bell for eats and we all sit down to fresh eggs, grits, o.j. and biscuits...it's quiet at the table then Sara asks if any thing is going on? Lee mentions working on the van with Zach and ...and...I feel like shit...words are going in and out can't get my vision to stay straight Max starts whining and Bail looks at me ..hunny what's wrong? You ok?? I hit the ground! ... blurred vision head ache thirsty, skin is crawling now...i'm in bed! wth!?! Baby chill! You passed out your sugar was drastically low so we feed you a ton of sugar and brought you back here. Yeah I gathered that babe...lil much on the sweets hu?...You need some insulin don't you? Yeah what gave it away? Your being a dick. Oh sorry...just feel like ass...thanx baby I don't know what i'd do with out you. We feel the same about you you know...hu? Look hun i'm sorry you lost your parents I truly am but you have got to take care of your self you may not think you're no more then some street punk but to us well your a leader of sorts a friend, family and my husband. I don't know what I would do with out you. we sit and I think for a lil while and after a lil bit I look up and say yes dear I love you to. We walk out side it's dark now I must of went out hard. Zach walks up you good bro? Yeah man I can hang. Ok so what's the plane prez? Ok I would like it if it's cool with every 1 to ...um...get my mother and give her a proper burial...then after I think we should do a supply and ammo check then check and see what we have for gas and stock up the cars and vans and get ready to get the rest of the l.d.p. hooligans. We have 3/4 gas in the gas truck should hold us over for a lil bit at least get us out of the state or at least past Orlando if the conditions are good...vans 1/2 full and the elco is good to. Sara's car is fuckered but I think were good with what we got for now any ways says Lee. Ok then we figger out the rest tomorrow right now lets get some wood for the pit and try and get our heads straight. Proud of you baby Bail says to me...Yes dear...

day 16...

Had a dream last night I was at a hard core show and old habits was playing...I was in the pit thrashing as hard as I could with friends from down south and all of a sudden they all turned into zombies and I couldn't get out! Bail was on the out side saying softly I'm here baby...Don't give up...At that moment I awoke to the sound of gun shots and yelling! it was Lee ,Zach and Bail at the front gate! the crowd of dead heads got thicker and they were fighting them off threw the gate. Lee was yelling for Bail's dad to get Sara and Bail's mom to the house and to come back with the grenade launcher asap! I shock my head to get out of my daze and looked across the shed and saw the launcher. I grabbed it and threw it across my back and grabbed a mixed box of flash grenades and regular ones... got there and loaded the launcher with some flash and started shooting them tourds a car on the side of the road a lil ways up...re-loaded the launcher and waited for the zombies to go in that direction 3/4's did shot 2 more and ...direct hit to the car! it goes up in flames and takes out a light pole as well making it much harder for any more dead heads to get our way. Bail with the double barrel and Lee and Zach with M-16's I grab a 38 hand gun at my side and start taking head shots. With about 19 or 20 left we clear the area quick...we get back to the house and everyone seems fine for now. Lee says we need to do something about getting a stronger gate out there. We all agree Zach mentions the dead cars and trucks out side and moving them out there ..I look up and say it's not a bad idea but what are we going to do when we need to get out of here? Lee mentions getting a welder and a plasma cutter at the hard where store when we went. So we decide to hack what we can from two cars, a truck and an old Yamaha motorcycle sitting in the yard. We barricade both sides of the fence and put big enough holes in it to be able to stab threw with a crow bar and or dagger if need be. Affter all that it starts to get late so we do a check on ammo, first aid, food and other supply's. To many blades to count, about 8 M-16's, one AK-47, grenade launcher, a Gatling gun, a mini gun, 20 or so different hand gun's, and enough ammo to last at least till fort pierce...food...well were ok on that for now but at some point we will need to get some more...Lee mentions the dollar store in town and they have more food there but I say ...Bro the dead heads are getting thicker...he reply's hay man this town isn't that big i'm sure there's not much left...Sara says he's right if you go now and come back quick then we can plan to get outta here and get to your crew...ok then I agree but we go light. We'll take the elco Lee and Zach in the back and Bail and I in the cab...we grab some crow bars and hand guns and a few flash grenades and head out. We go the long way around seeing how there's a light pole down and dead heads on the other side of it holding them back. We get threw a neighbor hood taking out a small amount of zombies on the way with Lee and Zach taking head shoots as we drive by them. We get to the store and it's locked up Zach walk's up to it and shoves a crow bar in and pull's the door open we get in ok. Lee and Zach to the right and Bail and I will go to the left and see if there is any thing else we can use. They head of with a shopping carts and we do the same we end up in cheep hard where and electronics I start grabbing bungee cords and Bail is snagging flash lights and batteries, Bail see's towels in the next isle and grabs some and comes back to the cart. I look at her and say towels? She reply's with "Never leave home with out a towel cus your never going to know when you might need it!" I laugh and say ooohhh I see what you did there! Hitch hikers guide! Awesome! She smiles and turns around to grab some lanterns on the shelf and at that moment a dead head creeps around the corner and goes for her arm! I quickly grab her and throw her behind me and start pushing the dead head back! we trip over a sale rack and it ends up on top of me. we struggle and Bail try's to get it off of me but falls back too...at that moment Zach runs up and shoves the crow bar into it's back and pull's it off of me and grabs a Frainkienstien sign off a halloween display and shoves the steak end of it in its head! I get up help Bail up and Lee says we good? Yeah I got my fill for the day you? We're good. More caned food, dog bones for the pup's and candy and chips for the lady...Bail jumps with excitement and we start to leave I notice some thing at the register on the way out and while there putting the carts in the back of the elco I grab it. At that moment another deadhead comes up from behind the register slowly and this time I get the better of it and grab a nail file from a bucket of them sitting at the register for sale. I shove it in to its eye...it falls quick and I say this rose is not for you bitch! Get back to the elco and get in...look at my wife and kiss her and as I do so I give her a scented fake rose...I know I know corny but hay she like's that sorta thing. We get back to the house and its dark now. For the rest of the night we plan out our trip to get to the rest of the l.d.p. crew. We go to bed and I say thanx dear. For what she says? For helping me threw everything. She reply's with...yes dear...that night I dreamed while I about dancing at our wedding...no zombies this time!

day 17

Bit of a chill in the air as I woke up this morning got dressed and stepped ou of the dog house. BOO!!!! Holy shit! What the hell was that!?! ...Bailey...laughing her ass off with Zach and Lee joining her... Happy Halloween baby! What? Really? We don't have enough scary dead heads trying to eat us and you wanna do that?? I am soooo gonna get you for this woman! Come here!! I chase her a lil bit then get her and throw her over my shoulder ghost sheet and all! I look around for a sec and yes!! The out house!! I go for it!!! Get in and hold her over the hole...and...and...BREAKFAST TIME!! ..Oh you are so lucky hun! Saved by food. After seeing what I just saw down there I don't think I want food she says. Simultaneously Zach and Lee look up and say BULL SHIT!! She looks at me and says they know me to well...sure do fatty! Go to eat with my arm over her and sit down. Oatmeal in water, o.j. and pork meat in a small amount of potato's...I think to my self well looks like were runnin out of meat...least we have tuna in a can for th other meals and there's plenty of rice and flour for bread if need be...canned good's are ok to. We finish up and head out. What now prez? Says Zach. Well is everyone ready? Packed loaded and armored? Lee says yeah mostly. We got the gun's and ammo all ready to go in the vehicles and Sara and Bail's mom packing food and other supplys in the house and Bail and her dad taking care of the animals. Ok. Tool's? We still need to get them loaded...ok then lets do it. We start loading up whats left of what we need. bail and her dad get Max and Dizzy. They put Max in the elco with us and Dizzy in the van, then grab skinner (my hairless ratt) and put him on the dash board of th elco. He's good he won't jump down so no worry's on that. They go back and Bail's dad says to her I'm proud of you kid. Thanx dad. You got a good husband and his friends are good people to. He says. True she reply's...listen hun I gotta say something...what? she ask's. It's just that...if any thing were to happen to me or your mother i...Dad! Stop! Your gonna be fine... I know I know but just in case...I want you to know I love you. He reaches down to his key's and there's a key a lil bit larger then the rest that says cold on it. It seems a lil out of place. She says what's that? You need to have this key if any thing were to happen to us.Then he reached in to his pocket and handed her a laminated card and said hold on to this and do not lose it or give it to any one. Do you understand? Um...yes dad...Is every thing ok she says? He reply's with. As long as you all survive and do what I just said everything is great dear and kisses her on her for head. They get to lucky who is hopping around like crazy. Gotta put him in the smaller cage to fit him in the car. She grabs the new cage and her dad opens the one Lucky is in. He jumps out and lands on the ground! she tries to grab him but he's to quick! He zig zag's away and gets to the edge of the woods and stop's turns around and looks at Bail and her dad then looks back to the woods on his hind legs looks at Bail again and she stops and says i love you to. I'll miss you! He turns and hop's off... They meet back up with us and tell us what happened with Lucky but the other animals are fine...I comfort Bail and at that time Sara and Bails mom finish up packing what they needed to pack . We finish up and double check every thing and lock every thing down...I keep thinking that at any moment a horde of dead heads is going to come out and chase us off...nothing happened... We plan on taking 95-north in stead of going the u.s.1 rout we get threw the exit and head north pass the palm city exit and get close to the exit for p.s.l. and yep go figger a dead car jam! we carefully get out to check around... Zach spots in a truck a bow and some arrows and a bag of hatchets and billy club's. I spot some water in another one not much just a 24 case and then I see Lee up ahead sprinting back! what's up? I yel. Get back to the cars! dead heads and a lot of'em! run!!! We look in the direction he came from and...HOLY SHIT!! its like a gross walking bloody black cloud heading tourds us! With Bail and I in the elco, Lee, Sara and Zach in the van and Bail's mom and dad in the gas truck we race back to the vehicles. Sara doesn't notice the commotion going on Bail and I get to the elco I see Zach and Lee get in the van but her door is still open with no one in her seat! I see Lee looking around franticly. SARA!!! Bail yells out the car! SARA RUN!!! She looks up at us and then turns around the heared is right at her! She sprints in the vans direction shooting a pistol at the direction of the zombies! Gets a lil closer and run's in to a bumper she didn't see. Lee, Zach and I get out and start shooting in to the crowd of dead heads...it hardly put's a dent in them! Lee has to change his clip in his AK-47...in doing so she screams! ...They got her and drag her down to the ground she furiously starts shooting and thrusting a blade at every thing coming at her ...She takes about 4 down but it's no use! Lee is freaking out now! we all realize its over for Sara and sadly so does she...she takes the pistol as their pulling her apart and aim's it at her head and screams to lee her love for him and for us to never give in to these bastards!! BANG!!! ... Lee loses it! He empty's the mag from his AK-47 in to the dead heads around his wife. He drops that gun and grabs two revolvers at his hips and starts taking head shots at them. Empty's them and grabs a pair of brass knuckles and a machete and starts going tourds the crowed like a Viking worrier! Yelling VICTORY OR VALHALLA!!!! Ready to kill and die! I jump over the hood of the elco! Zach and I run to him! We grab him and throw him to the ground. No easy task but you would be surprised what adrenalin can do to you. I start yelling at him...Bro! I am sorry for your lose but we can not fall apart now! We need you! We need you to get your ass back in that van and get the hell outta here! Survive now and morn latter! He yell's out a yell that seem to even stun the dead heads and gets up and jumps in the van with Zach and says hold on kid! this is gonna get messy! Oh shit Zach says and buckles up and braces him self. We get back to the elco and Bail's dad says Lee clear a path then follow me!! Lee rev's the engine and takes off! Machete out the window in one hand swinging at any thing coming tourds him and the other hand on the wheel he plows threw like a monster truck in a puddle. With the gas truck behind him and the elco at toe we get threw . There's the exit for p.s.l. Bail says and then her dad in the gas truck starts blowing on the horn for Lee to follow. The exit is swamped with zombies but their nothing for the truck! We notice two cars blocking the exit at the foot of Gattlin blvd to p.s.l. Lee takes the van and goes off the road and passes the gas truck and plows right threw them like butter with sparks flying! Bail's dad gets back in front of the lead and we pull in to a storage unit just about a quarter of a mile from the exit by crashing threw the gates. It seems safe for now here. We do our best to comfort Lee who seems ok...for now. What are we doing her Jim? says Zach. Our exit is Fory Pierce not Port saint lucey. There's some thing I need to get. Ok let's do this and get outta here then I say. Bail looks around with her mom and says I don't recognize this place. You wouldn't Bail's dad says. All the storage unit's each say a number above the door's in black. We get to the very end and one of the numbers is in red... #42...What's this? I say...It's the answer to life kid he says...He opens it up and HOLY SHIT!! Gun's, ammo, m.r.e.'s all kinds of supply's! What the hell is all this?? Bails mom asks. If I told you I would have to kill you luv. Her dad reply's...Bail looks at Zach, Lee, and I...cold war. that's all I'm sayin...Lee and Zach look at me and I just say man I love this family! As I pick up a fully automatic machine gun with a grenade launcher, scope, laser pointer, the works! Lee looks around...r.p.g.'s, sniper riffles, 44 mags, C4, throwing knives, pass ports cell phones...wow! Never thought i'd see something like this. No shit says Zach...wait! wait! throwing knives? I say. Yeah what's wrong with that her dad says...nothin! I say that's what i'm all about! ...Ok gang it's late were gonna stay her for the night get our nerves in order and pack up as much as we can. Then the ball is in your court sir her dad says to me. We look at each other and I can tell he is proud of me for taking care of his daughter in this zombie up rising and I nod my head and we all chill for the rest of the night after packing what we can up Bail looks at me before she drifts off to sleep and says told you my dad was a bad ass. I laugh and say yes dear and full asleep to...

day 18...10/31/2013 Written by D. Ryan Moran, AKA Mad Dog.

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