Helter Skelter.

DEAD END

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my mind and my gun they comfort me, because i know i’ll kill my enemies when they come.

“Didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that. Where you stand there’s no fault for you to think that way because honestly the way it is now is kill or be killed. Romance isn’t a thing that exists anymore unless you’re the kind that thinks killing a walker is romantic… then something’s probably wrong with you.” Adam jokingly replies as he shakes his head. “It was all just curiosity anyway. I don’t think giving up on love is something I can personally do but romance? That’s an entirely different thing now.”

“Love is something good to hold onto, something to keep you grounded I suppose. But I think my love died along with Dad and Kyle.” Perhaps it didn’t die completely, but she sure as hell didn’t want that feeling bubbling up again for anyone else. Watching those two die nearly killed her; why get close enough to someone to let it happen all over again? “So, I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

i was a heavy heart to carry my feet dragged across the ground and he took me to the river where he slowly let me drown

“I guess so, but you can have the first taste.” 

“You sure? I don’t give a fuck if it’s stale. I’ll eat the whole thing.”

Elliot cocked his head to the side, his attention fully on the blonde. “That’s how they get you. They put on bright smiles and pretend to be happy and bam you find the skeletons they’ve been hiding.” he spoke leaning back on his heels. “This place though, no…they’re not hiding something….trust me I know a bad place, and this place…isn’t all that bad.” he sighed turning his attention away from the other, eyes scanning the neighborhood. He did feel a bit unease about some of the people, mostly his own group, but the whole town made his feel…safe. “What do you mean by that?” Elliot’s attention returning to the hiden face of the woman. “Really going to go out there on your own?”

She was very interested on Harley's next move in this issue of Harley Quinn. She was lucky enough to have stumbled upon an old comic shop a few weeks back, because without something to keep her mind occupied, she might’ve had another break down. So when she heard his voice once more, it was slightly harder to put her full attention on him. “Trust you?” She chuckled, finally pulling her gaze away from the book. “And why should I trust you over the rest of them? Because you came over to talk to me? I don’t even know your name.” She closed the book, sitting up a bit straighter. He made it sound like being alone was some sort of death wish. It wasn't easy, but it was possible. And she liked those chances better than sitting around with strangers waiting for food to run out. “It wouldn't be my first time. Besides, I’m trying to make it to the coast and no one here looks like they want to leave any time soon.”

Truth be told I’ve been here, I’ve done this all before I take your gloom I curl it up and puff it into plumes…