i exist;

Watching at the awkward angle of above as each of the walking corpses began slunking down to the ground, the blonde tried to pull herself up one more time before she inevitably fell down as well. It wasn’t the farthest fall, but as she hit what was beneath her, the stench of rotting flesh quickly filled her nostrils as her body practically smashed against the ribcage of one of the walkers. Shuffling off of it, the blonde trembled, gagging at the experience all together. It wasn’t until she looked down, however, that she realized the mess of blood and other bits that covered half of her body. Perhaps it was shock, but she couldn’t bring herself to crawl much farther from the spot.

Having left Avery alone at their camp(If a long-forgotten strip club could be considered a camp), Natalie walked by herself. However, at the sound of someone screaming for help, the brunette went running towards it. About twenty feet away, she spotted it. Three walkers trying to get a girl in a tree. Call it a weakness, but Natalie had a soft spot for people in need of help. Without a second thought, the brunette grabbed her gun and her knife out of their holster and whistled. Loud. The zombies looked to her, losing their attention on whoever was in the tree. “Over here, fuckers!” Nat shouted, the walkers getting closer. She fired. One zombie fell to the ground. She ran at another, her knife driving into its skull. The brunette turned to the last one shooting it. Aim off, the bullet only hit its shoulder. Wasted bullet. Pulling the knife out of one, Natalie charged the remaining one, stabbing it in the neck. It toppled to the ground, the brunette turning it on its stomach and pressing her boot into its back. She ripped the knife out of its neck and rammed it into its skull. For a moment, Nat forgot about the person in the tree, her breathing ragged as she regained her composure.

In an attempt to swing her legs up to the tree, Carina found herself to be weaker than she thought she was and only ended up loosening her entire grip on the branch. But then ---- like a vulgar voice from the heavens ---- a shout from afar had slowly but surely distracted the rotting, hungry corpses below. A gun shot and some struggling, and then a moment of silence to follow. It was then that the blonde decided to peak down to see the three walkers were taken out and the girl who had saved her was a bit out of breath. Unable to really hold on any longer, Carina willingly let herself slip off and land with a thud in the moist leaves below. Boosting herself up, she offered a shy yet nervous smile to the stranger, her hand coming up to the opposite shoulder to pick at her tank top. “...thank you,” she uttered, bright blue eyes attached to the other like a deer in the headlights.

you hold your head up to the sky say, ‘what kind of blue are you?’