I hate these things

"They'll do their little dance... then they'll give the word."

The Walking Dead, multi-ship, nsfw, role play blog.


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maggie-greene:

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duetothedead:

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ooc    special projects    

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Bloody Monday || Martinez & Andrea 

truthispoison:

"Why you? Why us?" Andrea focused all of her attention on him. "Because you and I, Caesar, we’ve lost everything. We have nothing left to lose, no family, no loved ones. But these people here, they have hope. They believe the dream of this community that was spoon fed to them by Philip. They think their families are safe here. They think they are safe here. But you and I, we know that isn’t true, don’t we?"

She took in a deep breath, and looked out over the biters on the other side of the wall. She crouched down to get a better look at one that reminded her of Amy, but she knew it wasn’t Amy. She’d put her down herself when she’d changed at the quarry. This was merely a coincidence, and a reminder. “If we don’t do something, these people will end up no better than these biters on the other side of this barricade.” She turned to look up at him.

"You and me. Each other’s fail safe. He might be expecting one of us, but not both us. As far as he knows, we never talk, because we haven’t. If anything there has been a cool animosity between us. That is our strength." She stood and move to stand in front of him. "You want a plan? We kill him. Simple right?"

"We kill him," Martinez tested out the woman’s words on his lips. It was an obvious answer. The only answer if what she was proposing were to actually come to pass. There could be no reasoning with a man like Philip. Martinez knew this, and he knew Andrea did as well. If they were to really help the people living inside Woodbury’s walls, it’d have to be this way. "So that’s why you need me. Somebody with blood on their hands already?" he questioned, tipping his head only slightly to study her face.

Before the end of the world, he’d known her type — smart, educated, probably made good money. Here at the of the world though, it didn’t mean much of anything. They were both standing here in the darkness, sizing each other up and contemplating murder. Slowly, Martinez nodded and glanced up to look the woman in the eye. “So be it. What have we got to lose?”

His words felt more hollow than he’d have like them to feel, but murder wasn’t something that came naturally to him. If Justine could see him now — his stomach rolled, and the canned beans he’d eaten for dinner churned. The end of the world had changed everybody, and for the first time a part of him wondered if perhaps it wasn’t a good thing Justine hadn’t lived to see the worst of it. This line of thinking felt blasphemous, and he quickly cleared his throat and glanced up at Andrea once more. “Sorry, Blondie,” he apologized, shooting her a half-hearted grin at her distaste for the name. “So what’s the first step in this master plan of yours?”


bloody monday    andrea    truthispoison    

breakfromthemundane:

First day off in, yes count them, 26 days. Curled up with my lappie, tumblr, and a bottle of wine.


ooc    

Exodus || Faye and Martinez 

faye-rivers:

Faye paused to wait on him, hefting the little girl in her arms, along with her pack, but knew that she couldn’t wait long. When he told her to go, she frowned, almost protesting before realizing that if the dead caught up to her now, both her and the girl were goners. “Straight ahead,” Faye said, making sure he knew the way to the old house before taking a step away from the approaching walkers. “Be safe.” She glanced one more at the lumbering dead before taking off through the weeds and bramble. 

The grass was high and thick in the pecan grove, coming nearly to her waist in certain places. Her feet slipped on fallen pecans hidden by the sea of green, and she struggled not to drop the still sleeping child on more than one occasion. It was eerily quiet here in the trees. Nothing but the sound of her own breathing and the brush of the saw grass against her jeans. 

Then the sound of a gunshot broke the silence. She started, stopping and turning back towards the sound. Her first instinct was to scream for Martinez, but she knew that would be foolish. She waited, hoping to whatever God still existed that he would be alright. For Lucia’s sake. A rustle to her left drew her attention, and she turned to see an old walker in a pair of torn, bloody overalls stumble out of a bramble patch.

"Shit," she cursed, backing away and resuming her run to the house. Lucia stirred on her shoulder,waking up from her slumber, and Faye heard her whimper for her daddy. "Daddy’s coming, baby," she said, trying to soothe the little girl before anything bad happened. 

It didn’t work. 

Lucia screamed. 

The undead were everywhere. Grasping and clawing at each other to get to him. Martinez tried not to pay attention to their number as he swung his bat at their heads again and again. The sludgy black blood and guts coated his skin and clothes as their skulls caved, he knew, but he tried not to think on this either. It was better not to think. The words of a prayer he’d known since he was a small boy murmured over his lips, and he could only hope that God could hear it over the moans of the undead. 

His arms were growing tired, and an aching burn pulled through the muscles of his triceps. It’d been some time since he’d exerted himself like this. This hoard was nothing like the one or two he and Lucia had come across while on the highway, or even the handful they’d escaped from after Faye had found them. Groaning audibly, he swung again, pushing the fatigue from his mind. He wasn’t ready to die just yet. Lucia needed him. And he needed her. Even so, when his day came, he didn’t want it to be like this.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a quiet voice told him that perhaps this was the way he deserved to go after standing  by Isabelle and Justine. To watch as his body was torn apart. 

Just then a shrill scream carried through the air — Lucia. He’d know that cry anywhere. The sound seemed to stall the oncoming wave of the undead for just a moment and he shoved at the nearest, creating a gap between them. Slipping through the gap, his feet broke into a run towards the sound. Straight ahead through the pecan grove. 

His footsteps felt heavy and uneven as though they weren’t quite communicating with his brain. He knew, without looking behind him, that the undead had surely followed him. He could still hear their groans under his skin —

All of a sudden, he lurched forward and down into some sort of pit. His body his the ground hard and his vision swam for just a moment before he blinked it off. Looking to the edge of the pit, he watched as the first of the undead stumbled over the edge. He made short work of the thing, bringing his bat down over its head with more force than was necessary and  climbed up and out the other side. Luckily, the clay soil was easy enough for his hands and feet to find purchase in. 

On the other side of the pit, he dropped down to the ground and watched for what felt like a long moment as the undead that had followed him all fell down into the pit as the neared the edge. Taking a deep breath, he pushed up to his feet. and looked around. He needed to make towards the farmhouse and his Lucia, but first, he needed to figure out which way he’d gotten turned around. 


exodus    faye    faye-rivers    faye rivers    
heinouzdavestrider:

Chilhowie, Virginia

heinouzdavestrider:

Chilhowie, Virginia


Exodus    setting    pecan grove    faye    

"Deep down, you’re scared. Aren’t you?"

afterwhattheydid:

Martinez eyed the woman warily. She was a new comer to the RV camp — had shown up one day out of the woods with little more than a canteen of water, a gun, and a set of knives — but she’d pulled her weight. Setting his rifle down and allowing the butt to rest in the dirt at his feet, he ran hand back over his head and let out a long sigh. “Si,” he said at last, looking up and making eye contact with her. She’d been close lipped since arriving in camp, and he knew very little about her aside from her name, but something in her eyes her spoke of her strength. “I’m afraid.” His eyes traveled around the cluster of RVs and his mind shifted through all of the people who looked to him for leadership. “I was never meant to do this. Be a leader. It’s not who I am.”

He wasn’t sure why he was telling her this, but for whatever reason, he felt at ease placing his fears in her hands. 

Martinez silently scoffed at the compliment and tipped his head head down and away from her line of sight. He knew the rest of the camp looked to him and he knew that was in charge of the place, but it wasn’t something he liked to think on. It weighed heavily enough as was.Clearing his throat he brought his hand that’d been resting on his head down to pat the sides of his jacket. He knew he had a pack of smokes somewhere. Smoking had been something he’d done before the the biters had started walking, but pastime had developed into a full blown habit since then. God, if Justine could see him now. Glancing upward, he shook his head before returning his attention to Carol and placing a menthol between his lips. 

"Shit, you don’t got a light, do you?" he asked, realizing he’d left his lighter with Pete earlier in the day. Somebody hadn’t covered over the fire wood the night before, and Ms Arnold had been having a hell of a time getting it going for lunch. 

Her words struck him and he returned her smile. The man he’d been a year ago — He felt the line of his lips tighten. The man he’d been for the past year wasn’t somebody he wanted to totally claim. But he’d done what he thought he’d had to do. Focusing instead on Carol, he hadn’t realized he was wondering aloud until he heard himself ask her who it was she’d been a year ago. He realized it was a personal question, considering he hardly knew her, but it was the end of the world and she’d brought it up first. 


fear    carol    nolongerthesamewoman    

"Deep down, you’re scared. Aren’t you?"

Martinez eyed the woman warily. She was a new comer to the RV camp — had shown up one day out of the woods with little more than a canteen of water, a gun, and a set of knives — but she’d pulled her weight. Setting his rifle down and allowing the butt to rest in the dirt at his feet, he ran hand back over his head and let out a long sigh. “Si,” he said at last, looking up and making eye contact with her. She’d been close lipped since arriving in camp, and he knew very little about her aside from her name, but something in her eyes her spoke of her strength. “I’m afraid.” His eyes traveled around the cluster of RVs and his mind shifted through all of the people who looked to him for leadership. “I was never meant to do this. Be a leader. It’s not who I am.”

He wasn’t sure why he was telling her this, but for whatever reason, he felt at ease placing his fears in her hands. 


Fear    Carol    nolongerthesamewoman    

Random Sentences (Angsty ones) 

rpmememaker:

"How do you really feel about me?"

"Can’t you pretend to love me this once?"

"Would you care if I was gone?"

"Don’t you know the hell I go through to keep you safe?"

"I can’t take this any longer. Help me."

"Deep down, you’re scared. Aren’t you?"

"You’ll stay alone if you…