Don't get bit.

Do you still- still love me?

{Words by: Virginia Woolf from day and night/ Mahmoud Darwish}

People think that torture is pain. It’s not pain. It’s time. It’s time to slowly realize that your life, it’s over.

‘ 𝘕𝘖𝘞 - 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. ’

Eric was completely right about his very rehearsed speech being 'nausea inducing' ; it sounded like something that a bad telemarketer would say to try and sell someone on a scam in this new, weird world that they lived in. A community welcoming people in without any sort of vetting process? Were they really that naive? " Interesting sales pitch, Red, " he nodded along, lips rolling together as his eyes drifted away from the other man momentarily. Eyes drifted across their surroundings, taking it all in -- you could never let your guard down anymore, especially when you were accompanied by a stranger. When he spoke up once more, dark orbs landed on the man once more, his skepticism apparent in the way they narrowed slightly. A little pitch of the truth finally coming out. Those people needed people like him, it seemed. They needed people that were hardened by the outside world, to keep them all safe and cozy. " Doesn't sound like the worst trade, " he agreed, rolling his shoulders back slightly, feeling the tension that lived there so deeply, " I could use a little bit of comfort, that's for sure. But you know those people . . . they ain't gonna stay like that forever -- they can't. " He had seen it before with Hershel and his family. They were out there, living on the farm -- unphased by the reality that plagued the Earth. And now, who knows what came of them. Shane expected the worst, but a part of him did wish that family well. It was the least he could do.

He couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips, clearly amused by the girl's response ; Lena was definitely a Grimes, that much was certain. She had always been stubborn, almost as much as Rick, and it only seemed more evident the older that she got. " Alright, let's take a look at it, " he nodded along, reaching to his back pocket to retrieve a rag. It wasn't necessarily clean, but it would just have to do. He eased himself down onto his knee and pulled his bag off of his shoulder, placing it down beside him. He reached inside to retrieve a bottle of water, and poured a bit onto the rag to dampen it. " When we get back, we'll get you patched up . . . again, " he mused, " but this time, you're gonna rest up until that thing is healed. Can't have it gettin' infected. " He carefully held onto her leg with one hand as he pressed the cloth against her knee, dabbing away the blood as best as he could.

“Easy’s got nothing to do with it.”

From A Madea Family Funeral (2019) - ‘…the only time I punch a bitch in the face…’

‘ 𝘐 𝘔𝘌𝘈𝘕, 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘡𝘌 𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘞𝘌𝘐𝘙𝘋 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘐𝘚 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘔𝘌. ’ The feeling was mutual, there was no denying that ; but said feeling only ever seemed to be acknowledged where the other party was concerned. After the past few years, being offered safety ( or at the very least respite ) out of the blue was SURE to sound like nothing short of complete bullshit, but to be the one making the offer, having to sell the idea of being comfortable and out of harms way as if it were a beat up old car instead of the gift that it was . . . well, the whole song and dance became exhausting after a while, and for Eric ' a while ' came sooner than it may have for others. With a tired sigh fingers raked through messy ginger strands, the sound of boots scraping across gravel filling the silence as the man turned in place, walking backwards as to keep eye contact with the other as he spoke. ‘ 𝘊'𝘮𝘰𝘯. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘖𝘈 - 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦. 𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦. ’

Since the beginning, Shane had always been very skeptical of other survivors ; it wasn't that they were all bad, but you really could never be too careful. He'd seen it time and time again, hence why he had opted to just stay out there on his own. It was easier that way -- no longer looking over his shoulder, expecting a knife in his back. The dead were easy, lumbering around without a real thought in their heads. The living, however, were dangerous. Dark orbs watched the other man intently as he walked ahead, his gun still gripped in hand. The ginger didn't pose much of a threat, which did allow some sense of comfortability around him -- but the uneasiness was still present. That was something that would probably never go away. A huff of laughter escaped his lips, his head shaking at the other's remark. There was a small part of him that didn't like the idea of leaving him alone out here to fend for himself. It just didn't feel right. On the other hand, would it be stupid of him to follow him back to this community? Would he be walking right into a trap? It really did feel too good to be true. " I'll walk you back, Red, " he agreed, his expression stern, " but can't guarantee I'll stay. Besides . . . sounds like y'all got enough goin' on there, why would you want another mouth t'feed? "

if nothing else, i would love to plot! like this and i will hit you up!

. "Might be worth takin the trip over that way. Checkin' it out." He eyes Shane's bandage again, "I hope the pain ain't troublin' you too much. We're short of vikes at the moment."

" You wait 'till then? I'll take you to the farm. "