I hate these things

“He’s a tough son of a bitch. Picked that walker apart in minutes.”

                               + We Get up and We Go To War +

"Like you’re not stubborn," she said as he turned away to keep watch. Faye settle as best she could on the hard ground. There was always a stick or a rock lodged in her back when she woke up. God, what she wouldn’t give for one night in a real bed, or even just not on the ground. She’d take a dirty floor over cold Georgia clay any day. They’d have to move soon. They were low on ammo, food, and only luck had kept them from being discovered on more than one occasion, well-hidden though their little camp may be.

Danger was always a stones throw away.

Another rustle sounded out through the air followed by the snapping of branches on the ground. It was closer this time. Closer, and too sharp to be coming from a biter. Another person maybe? This thought did nothing to ease his mind.

Glancing down towards Faye, Martinez whistled and nodded for her to join him atop the downed tree trunk. People could be just as bad if not worse than the dead. He'd learned this from experience. Knew this from his own past actions. After everything he'd done, all the innocent blood on his hands, perhaps he deserved whatever came to him, but not Faye.

"True delicacy is not a fragile thing." 

Zeba Ahsan. Independent female OC.

Multi-ship

Multi-verse  

Mun is 21+  and has been role playing on tumblr for two years and writing fan fiction for over a decade. 

Depending on verse, Zeba is a twenty-something year old medical student/doctor of Pakistani heritage. Regardless of verse, she is loyal, honest, and hard-working and both loves and regrets deeply. 

"Don’t call me ‘lady’," she said dryly, ignoring the verbal jab. "And I disagree; I think that’s one of the only things we’re entitled to anymore. Being a memory. Can only hope it’s a good one,” she smirked.

"Not tired…" she lied, trying to cover a yawn but failing. She took his hand and let him help her up. The campsite was small, made among a pile of fallen trees far enough off the road to  avoid being seen by the dead, or the living for that matter. The last couple of weeks had been rough on the unlikely pair. Pulled together at first out of necessity, Faye found herself growing to like the man’s company. They hadn’t killed each other yet, and seemed to trust each other well enough. They each owed the other their lives several times over. That had to count for something.

Checking the clip in his handgun, he watched as she settled down onto her sleeping bag. Weariness was almost tangible on her voice and he was skeptical of her offer to help. "You don't ow me anything, Faye," he said, re-securing the clip in place. They'd need to scrounge up ammunition before much longer. He rarely used her name, he realized. The syllable feeling foreign on his tongue. "Besides, I know you'll do what you want, anyway. Stubborn." This last word he muttered in Spanish, fighting to keep the smile from his lips. 

Turning away from the secluded corner where their sleeping bags were nearly invisible from the surrounding area, he hoisted himself atop a pile of fallen limbs. From there, he knew he could see a good distant in the daytime. The vantage point served little purpose in the darkness aside from perpetuating the feeling of keeping watch. Lighting a stale cigarette, he felt his mind begin to wonder. It'd been nearly a week since they'd happened upon this location, each of them avoiding the question of what came next. No place was permanent nowadays, it seemed. 

He offered the usual welcome, along with his name. Two were usually such an easy group to deal with. Two rarely warranted the rail cars. Assuming of course that they didn’t pose a threat. Gareth heard the shuffle of a sniper on the roof and felt better about things. He had back up at least. Then he felt Alex by his side and he relaxed a little more. “We ask that you set down all your weapons, and let Alex here do a quick check, then we’ll get you situated with a place to put your things and some food.

He offered the usual welcome, along with his name. Two were usually such an easy group to deal with. Two rarely warranted the rail cars. Assuming of course that they didn’t pose a threat. Gareth heard the shuffle of a sniper on the roof and felt better about things. He had back up at least. Then he felt Alex by his side and he relaxed a little more. “We ask that you set down all your weapons, and let Alex here do a quick check, then we’ll get you situated with a place to put your things and some food.