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vic shook his head at her apologies, there was no need for them, he understood and he knew the girl was very able to take care of herself but if he had a soft spot for someone, they were family whether he would admit it or not. and if something happened to her, he would never forgive himself. he tapped the baseball bat he was holding to the tip of his steel toe boots as he waited for her to head towards the back door. “ a little action never killed anybody. ” he chuckled. “ bad phrasing. 

    ━━━━━━   winnie  rolled  her  eyes  &  let  out  a  laugh  at  his  comment. she  wouldn’t  admit  it  but  vic  was  a  far  better  father  figure  than  her  own  father  ever  was ( he left them for dead, for christ sake ... some dad he was ).  it  was . . . . weird ; having  a  figure  like  vic  in  her  life -- - an  older  man  who  actually  cared  for  her  &  her  well -  being.  it  was  something  she  rarely  experienced.  maybe  one  day  winnie  will  tell  him  how  she  sees  him.  but  for  now?  they  have  more  important  things  to  worry  about.  just  as  the  girl  was  leaving  the  building , she  fell  to  the  ground  , letting  out  a  groan  of  pain. “ fuck------ sorry. ”  she  clenched  her  teeth  together  &  held  her  lower  abdominal .

her supply run was somewhat of a success: some diapers that were still a little too big for irene right now, and some toys. all that was left was to head back home before it got dark, and hopefully run into winnie on the way back. she didn’t expect much; toronto was a huge city, after all, and most areas that could be hunted in were some ways away. some might have said claire looked out for winnie a bit too much. she didn’t like the idea of her being away from camp for too long. sure, it was still early into winnie’s pregnancy, but what if something were to happen when she was alone? she shook the thought from her head when a figure turned the corner. “winnie! there you a—” at the girl’s warning, she shut up immediately, a hand reaching for the knife in its holster. “how many?” she whispered, barely audible.

    ━━━━━━    winnie  had  to  admit . . . she  was  relieved  to  see  claire.  she  was  far  too  appreciative  of  the  leader ; having  someone  who gets  it  ( pregnancy & its side effects ) was  a  lot  of  help -- - more  than  the  girl  would’ve  expected ,  truthfully.  with  not  having  her  own  mom  around  to  guide  her , claire  was  a  good  substitute.  heart  begins  to  pick  up  when  the  sound  of  the  horde  starts  getting  louder.  winnie  is  quick  to  walk  closer  to  claire.  “ fuck -- i don’t know. a lot. ”  the  girl  didn’t  exactly  have  enough  time  to  do  a  head  count. “ enough that if they hear us, we’re royally fucked. ”  a  shaky  hand  reaches  for  the  crowbar  that’s  hanging  off  the  side  of  her  backpack. “ we just gotta --- ”  out  of  no where,  winnie  starts  to  feel  lightheaded : enough  that  she  slides  her  back  down  the  wall & sits  on  the  ground. “ -- stay quiet. ”

He chuckled when he caught glimpse of her grin,”Wish I had met you then..” He had to double take and think about the rest of what she had just said. “Horde?!” His voice became a shrill whisper. “You could have mentioned this sooner… I only have this.” He brandished a tarnished silver straight razor. “I found it when I got here…There was also an old sleeping bag. Lucky me.” He clutched his bag closer to his side, she may be pregnant but his stuff still was worth more than his own life so he couldn’t trust anyone.

     ----- she  crossed  her  arms  at  his  comment ; he  probably  would’ve  hated  her  during  that  phase  of  her  life.  god . . . she  hated  her , thinking  back  to  it. there  were  habits  she’d  done  then  that  she’s  still  trying  to  get  out  of.  “ i would have mentioned it sooner if you didn’t talk about shooting up some damn insulin. ”  eyes  roll  &  then  a  snicker  escapes  her. “ yeah . . . lucky you to find a dirty razor. ”  winnie  felt  lucky  she  didn’t  have  to  worry  about  shaving  &  keeping  her  outside  appearance  clean or ... she  chose  not  to , anyway. “ a sleeping bag is better than sleeping on the floor, i suppose. ” she  put  her  weapon  back  in  its  rightful place -- - this  guy  seemed harmless. “ did you find any other goodies ? ”

“Go figure,” Jeffrey sighed as the stranger barged in, “Just when I thought I found a good roof for the night.” Then it set in.. He must look a wreck right now arm tied off and barely standing all the while clutching a syringe. He clumsily popped the band off his exposed bicep before tossing his belongings back into his canvas bag strewn across his shoulder. The sounds of the encroaching undead were beyond his perception while his ears were flushed from embarrassment. “It’s… Insulin.. Yeah insulin, you know.” He barely murmured still oblivious to the panic clearly on the strangers face for reasons unrelated to himself.

his skin crawled at the intrusive thoughts that flooded his mind when winnie never showed up for their usual hunting trip, he didn’t care for anyone in this world besides his son, but then a few people had gotten through his barrier and hes began to care and worry about them, it scared him to be honest. tessa and finley, winnie and her unborn baby. the babies in the surrounding groups made him hopeful but incredibly sad about his own deceased family. he used his tracking skills, finally he had caught up to the younger girl, it was dad instinct or something. vic nodded when she appeared out of nowhere, he didnt think he was that close to finding her. “ fuck – you had me worried.” he muttered, pulling out his gun from his waistband. “ out the back, you need to get back to safety.” he whispered

     ----- “ sorry . . . sorry, ”  wandering  off  probably  wasn’t  the  best  idea . . . especially  when  they  already  have  a  solid  meeting  place. she  took  a  small  breath ,  feeling  slightly  out  of  breath  after  rushing  to  get  inside.  this  kid  was  already  changing  her  in  ways  she  hated.  winnie  began  walking  but  stopped  in  front  of  the  other  &  looked  up  at  him  and  said :“ you need to get to safety too, ” she  pressed  her  lips  together  ,  creating  a  small  smile. “ c’mon , ”  her  head  nods  towards  the  back  door. “ let’s just hope this horde doesn’t decide to change directions. ”

riley let his spear swing, hooking at the top of his bag. it wasn’t needed, not yet. he tried his best to outrun his foe, attempting to avoid confrontation. trying to talk to others in the apocalypse was worse than anyone had imagined. each word could determine your fate. but as his opposite shouted at him once more, riley swiveled, his shot gun lined at her head. “ watching. “ he called out. it was simple— observing the way they survived, how they managed to keep connections within the end of the world. how they lived. but not only that; it was for his own protection as well. know yourself, know your enemy.  

it’s  rare  to  find  a  pencil  &  paper  these  days  but  somehow ,  in  her  findings  , there’s  a sheet  of  blank  paper  and  a  slightly  sharpened  pencil.  winnie  sits  at  a  school  desk  and  begins  to  write . . . .

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