#toxinstart

[silcntrilcy-blog]

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

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

                     “ don’t go that way. “

[nathan-meiger-blog]

"It's not a bite or a scratch." The insistence was no less even for the words being mumbled, it was shocking that his eyes did roll with it but Nathan was trying not to hit more raw nerves and set off the person opposite of him while they scrutinized a new slash splitting the skin just above his left eye. "Tree limb, I am closer to some of those than other people." 

Not at all did it help that his usual default was not being the most graceful on his feet, most people had the sense not to smack their skull on low hanging limbs and that was all well and good but most people were also not tall enough to hit the higher ones that were easier to misjudge either. And any hint of blood or cut, scratch of possible infection, well, that always brought up questions. Did anyone actually think he was selfish enough to go back around people if infected? Yeah, probably.  It was already uncomfortable enough admitting the injury was his own fault but the prodding at it certainly did not help. 

Shutting the one eye, his other focused away from the face staring him down, likely weighing the words and the truth to them, Nathan's lips drew back into a thin line. "Unless that oak tree has started snacking on the locals I'm pretty sure I'm not a hazard."

[scintamclia]

s n a p ,   the  gun  clicks  and  the  woman’s  gaze  is  hard .  years  of  restraint ,  obedience ,  trainging ,  it  all  kicked  in  at  once ,  like  a  wavering  tide  at  bay  in  her  mind .  a  sleeping  soldier ,  rising  to  the  occasion .  “ so ,  are  we  going  to  do  this ,  or  what  ?  “  tone  dark  and  steady ,  amelia  gazed  at  her  company ,  a  silent  brow  quirking  in  wait .  “  live  ,  die  , decide .  “

[healisms-blog1]

The person, thing, whatever it was, whoever they had been, was considerably taller than Mariella, but seemed to be slowed down on account of a broken ankle. Quickly weighing her options before making a final decision, she decidedly dashed forward and plunged her knife into it’s skull. Like a light went off, the thing ceased to struggle. But instead of falling away from her, the figure toppled forward, threatening to knock her back and trap her underneath it’s weight. Light enough on her feet that she was able to jump back in time, she still came falling to the ground in the process. The snap of a branch nearby alerted her of company as she gathered her bearings, quickly moving to grab her knife from the formerly undead’s skull. “I’m armed, and uh, not afraid to attack if you get too close.” She lied, but gave her best go at being intimidating. Once the knife was back in her possession she scrambled to her feet, turning to face whoever it was that approached.

[mickeydelgado]

“You know you’ve ought to be more careful...” Micah mumbled beneath his breath as he gathered the small med kit he kept under his desk. He pulled out . some gauze and stitching as he looked over at the individual . that had just sulked into the tent. “What’s hurtin’? i’ll do my best but we’re low on supplies.” he sighed, his fingers pushing through his hair.

[jcnahlivcs]

“  okay ,  but  just ---  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤  about  it .  if  it  rained  down  and  people  were  infected ,  from  the  start ,  before  they  even  died ,  wouldn’t  the  toxin  just  be  the  virus  𝙀𝙑𝘼𝙋𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂  through  the  skin  ?  so  like ,  they’re  decomposing  or  turning  human .  it’s  gotta  be  one  or  two .  “

[astra-campserotonin-blog]

‘Our home was destroyed. We have no place to go.’ This was a phrase that Astra had heard all to often and standing there looking out over the camp she could still remember the day that her party had stumbled upon the camp, she had finally found a safe place and would do whatever it took to ensure that people looking to survive would always have a place they could call home. Astra was pulled back to reality by the sound of footsteps behind her, after living in an post-apocalyptic state for 4 years you would be amazed and how your senses can change.

[emersonmonroe]

location : out & about somewhere time : late afternoon status : open

   emerson took another sip from her flask. it was nearly empty of whiskey, but that was a common occurrence nowadays. it was a harder vice to keep up with, one she rearely was able to indulge in anymore. but alcohol at least gave her some semblance or normal; it helped her to feel as though she wasn’t constantly on the verge of a breakdown. “not the best idea, i know,” she admitted with a small shrug. a sip or two wouldn’t likely get her killed. “want some?” she asked holding out the flask and shaking it a bit. “it might be the best part of your day.”

[biterun]

             mad man with a magicians flourish     ;     lights of Vegas to the strobe light heart     &.    beacons of furious       ,     neon signs. he exists purely in a world of impulse thought.       ❝    bro    ,    bro i was thinking about youtube last night     &.   i had an idea.     ❞      a slot machine mind spitting out ichor into the faces of men that can hardly pronounce the names of the old gods they worship in secret.  sometimes his words start to spin like a carousel.     ❝    lets do 100 layers of glue on our face    ,     it would be so funny dude.   ❞    his eyes grow wild with the idea    ,    glue in hand &.  a  half chargedcamera in the other             ready to make art.

open !!!

[dangeridden]

LOCATION: the woods?

dareon is really missing the little things nowadays. hot showers, a cheeseburger, sleeping in on sunday mornings and having dinner with his family was only starting the small list of things lost once the outbreak settled in and the world fell apart. he’s not physically tired, just tired and sitting on what is left of a broken log for now guard still up. “ funny seeing living faces around here. “ outside of the camp, he hadn’t run into that many survivors among the vast woods and it might be better that way.

[silcntrilcy-blog]

it  was  a  nick ,  nothing  more .  but  to  others  ---  the  sight  of  blood ,  fresh  blood  at  that ,  accompanied  by  an  open  wound  would  lead  anyone  to  think  the  worst .  “  not  infected .  “  the  words  fell  from  chapped  lips  instantly ,  hidden  in  the  shadow  of  a  scope . 

                    “  fought  the  living ,  not  the  dead .  not  INFECTED .  “

[cnnormurphy-blog]

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t follow me..” Connor spoke, his voice heading a warning as he traveled through the woods, his intentions to make it over to a spot he was hoping held resources, a good hour and a half walk from his site. He had been walking about forty minutes when he felt someone behind him, he was certain he’d walked away from the camps but he was starting to think he planned his route a bit wrong. 

[subterfug]

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

wind  blows  hard  through  the  trees,  cool and sharp  against  exposed  flesh  ---  porcelain  turning  to  ruby.   soft  whistles  and  rugged  creaks  form  an  unsettling  melody  as  she  wanders  the  sort-of  graveyard.   sneakers  crunch  against  overgrown  pathways  and  crumbled  cement  until  she’s next  to  her  favorite  attraction  :  the  carousel.  a  familiar  tune  begins  on  her  lips,   a  soft  hum  increasing  as  she  begins  circling  the  horses  --   looking  for  something  ( important ). 

[terrortinc]

“-- shiiit, end of the world ain’t so bad.” david’s smile is all teeth, his head cocks. “no traffic. no more taxes.” as if he hasn’t always evaded them anyway. sprawled over an old rusted out chair, he chomps messily into an apple. glittering eyes scan the horizon. “sure, you can’t turn around without knocking over some dead thing tryin’ to kill ya, but hell. better than holding your dick in a dmv line or something.”

resting his implicating gaze on the person opposite, david leans forward onto one knee. his lips purse into a curious smirk. “except cigarettes. damn, i’d kill to go to the corner store for a pack right about now.” nevermind the carton he has stashed in his cache -- emergency trade stock, or maybe a particularly shitty day. “wouldn’t happen to’ve found any around i could bum, would ya?”

[blumeisms]

Flora had spent most of the morning sorting through the latest supply run. It made sense for everything to be organised, and the other medics could cover anything urgent that came in. She hummed quietly to herself as she methodically scribbled down the name of each item, gave it a number, and then popped it into the cabinet. The only logical reason to do this was so they could keep track of every drug on site, and know for certain if any ever went missing. 

After a short while of sorting and labelling, Flora heard footsteps approaching the room she was in. The door was already open, so there was no need to knock. She didn’t look up from what she was doing, because she just wanted to finish off this last one before she took a break.  “Just take a seat, I’ll be with you in a second.” She waved a hand over towards the bed at the other side of the room. “I just gotta finish this, but I’ll be as quick as I can...”

[inaposite-blog]

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

eyes wide, his mouths falls open slightly as he observes the figure in front of him pull out a shiny piece metal. “ that’s ... that’s a knife. ” pointy end of the blade is pointed towards sidney’s chest as the individual shows it off from different angles and points out the positives to owning it. “ looks very sharp,” he notes, taking a small step back, arms up protectively. “ what’d’ya want for it?”