MEAT

It started off as rioting. But right from the beginning you knew this was different, because it was happening in small villages, market towns... and then it wasn't on TV anymore. It was on the street outside. It was coming through your windows. It was a virus, an infection. You didn't need a doctor to tell you that. It was the blood, or something in the blood. By the time they tried to evacuate the cities, it was already too late. The infection was everywhere. The army blockades were overrun, and that's when the exodus started. The day before the TV and radio stopped broadcasting, there were reports of infection in Paris and New York. You didn't hear anything more after that.

             A MEME I LOST !  .::   @stillcominback  /   ↪  no longer accepting

                                           ❛❛  Anyone  ever  tell  you  that  you  sound  a  bit  fuckin’  paranoid  ?                           THAT’S      how  you  get  killed  Rick  …  ❜❜  tongue  clicks  against  front  teeth  as  one  can  visibly  make  out  a    ‘tsk’,      ❛❛  haven’t  you  watched  enough  movies  ? ❜❜  Humor  dry  as  he  goes  to  unload  truck.  They’re  about  three  weeks  into  their  road trip  with  one  another,  and  it’s  been  interesting  to  say  the  least.  Although,  can  it  TRULY  be  a  road  trip  if  they’re  constantly  being  chased  by  living  corpses  that  want  nothing  more  than  to  rip  their  throats  out,  and  feed  on  whatever  flesh  they  can  ?  ARMS  going  to  lift  two  bags  of  supplies  as  he  sports  a  newly  minted  BRUISE  over  left  eye.

                                       WORDS  drifting  as  he  jumps  down  from  pickup  truck,  and  goes  to  close  tailgate.  Supplies  shoved  Rick’s  way  —  they  don’t  know  each  other  well  enough  yet,  and  he’s  not  quite  comfortable  with  telling  Rick  that  Jackson  had  ANOTHER  way  of  re-stocking  supplies.  A  way  that  usually  resulted  in  someone  being  knocked  out  or  losing  a  life.  There’s  no  place  for  sympathy  in  this  new  world  that  has  somehow  managed  to  be  created;  a  world  that  Jackson  knew  ten  years  ago.  The  kind  of  world  in  which,  you  had  a  couple  close  friends,  and  you  managed  to  look  out  for  them.  VIOLENCE  came  easily  to  Jackson  sort  of  secondhand  nature  as  he  lived  his  previous  outlaw  existence.  

                     mia kind of regretted reacting that way.  what a way to become a smooth operator than to sound like a pathetic needy girl.  and she wasn’t anything like that  —  the teen knew that herself.  yet,  when she caught what he said there seemed to be a trigger of sorts that only came up when she feared abandonment.  sounds pretty sad,  he didn’t know her long enough to know the extent of her past  (  and she wanted to keep it that way,  fearing the worst outcome of course.  )  but reassurance was good to hear,  a weight lifted and once relaxed she laughed through her nose.  her own head shakes and now feels a little foolish,  “  shit  …  i’m sorry.  you must think i’m the idiot.  “  eyes fall from his and they roll around quickly,  though they return on him once he mentioned her leaving him for eddie vedder.  “  right,  i’d dump you just so i can live out my groupie fantasy.  “  another laugh,  one that brings a smile to her face,  her head turns over her shoulder to look at what jackson was gesturing towards.  “  and you don’t drink too much  ?  but sure,  i could use some air,  smells like ass here anyway.  “  

the teen picks up her jean jacket,  one with many pins and patches all around.  then places it on her body while following him down the shoreline.  the waves crashed against the water’s edge,  for a few seconds she took off her socks and shoes to walk barefoot.  the water was a comfortable cold that wasn’t too overwhelming when it hit her feet. “  your friends are a bunch of jackasses,  “  eyes sliding to the right to look at him for a second,  a smile once again appears.  she means it in a good way,  “  but overall it was pretty rad,  thanks for inviting me by the way.  you didn’t have to.  “  not like there was an obligation,  it was just nice to get out and actually meet new people.  her hand goes to take the water bottle from him,  then takes a sip from it before handing it back.  it gave her some time to think of a little white lie because she wasn’t about to tell him how she came to town.  “  ye-up,  i’ll be here.  i’m stayin’ with some family here for a while.  “  she wants to ask why he only comes every friday but,  mia had already made a fool of herself earlier.  “  so i guess i’ll see ya’ every friday,  huh  ?  “

                             ❛❛  You  love  us  yet  ?  ❜❜  BOYISH  smile  hangs  from  lips  as  it’s  uncertain  if  it’s  safe  to  linger.  ❛❛  They’re  you’re  favorite  kind  of  assholes  huh         ❜❜  HEAD  goes  to  turn  over  shoulder  as  he  hears  the  faint  cackling  of  laughter,  and  the  shift  in  musical  tastes.  Goes  to  sit  down  on  sand  as  he  nimbly  takes  off  shoes,  and  socks  are  safely  tucked  away  in  the  confines  of  shoe.  ❛❛  You  just  sort  of  looked  like  you    NEEDED    company  y’know  ?  Plus,  your  taste  in  music  isn’t  fucking  terrible.  ❜❜  Glancing  upwards  as  hands  go  to  roll  up  the  bottom  of  jeans,  and  Jackson  goes  to  stand.  Hands  don’t  bother  to  brush  off  sand  that  NOW  adorn  jeans,  that’s  the  thing  about  living  close  to  a  beach;  you  just  get  USED  to  it.  Heads  towards  the  waters  edge  as  water  rushes  over  toes,  and  he  goes  to  push  some  hair  behind  right  ear.  ❛❛  Yeah,  it’s  my  only  day  off            we  sort  of  all  work  at  a  garage  so?  We  take  advantage  of  havin’  one  day  off.  ❜❜  Gaze  averting  towards  ocean,  and  the  lighthouse  that’s  long  ago  been  abandoned.  Lights  from  pier  were  enough  to  warn  any  captain  of  the  dangers  of  getting  too  close.