█ MISSING PERSON.

lord give me strength........

“ Right. Let’s just PRETEND              that’s not there. “

           ❛  Orrr, we could, y’know... take it off?  ❜

    she reaches out to the snowman and pulls the third arm from its form with one quick jerk. Unfortunately, she must have miscalculated just how stable the snowman was, because it quickly falls over as a result of her actions and she winces, firmly holding the stick used for the arm in her hand and looking at the remains.

@floralbeanie

“Holy fucking shit–are you real?” It had been nearly a month since the two fell off the cliff, fallen into an area that they had yet to even find and somehow–Sibyl immediately pushed those thoughts away, instead she focused her attention on the woman that she thought was dead. “Wait, shit nevermind that, how badly hurt are you?”

            ❛  Oh my god!  ❜

     her voice held a shakiness to it, a sense of relief scrambled in as well. It was almost impossible to believe that she was talking to someone --- someone who wasn’t Hannah, anyway --- for the first time in nearly an entire month.

X.  floralbeanie

“ You see that? Now that’s    what I call a SNOWMAN. “

a curt nod.

❛  that’s all i need to know.  ❜

she can sense the tension it’s causing her and frankly, if she had known about anything past a busted leg and a cliff before-hand she wouldn’t have even asked. she presses her lips into a fine line and pauses, before the roll of bandages on the floor to her side are picked up and unwrapped.

hearing that she had lost someone wasn’t something to be surprised about, considering many, many people had expreienced the same thing even before the infection began. still, she seemed young, and being raised in a family of five lets mocha hues travel up at the other with an expression of sympathy.

❛  i’m.. i’m real sorry to hear that. you made the best choice though, ‘cause if you didn’t, you wouldn’t sitting in front of me right now.  ❜

she can’t do much but console the girl for the time being, for death is swift, but leaves scars that’ll last years and years and years. hell, hers are barely starting to heal- it wouldn’t be fair to try and talk like she knows about something she doesn’t, but she at least knows what it’s like to lose, which might help.

              ❛  … Yeah.  ❜

    she speaks solemnly, trying to force even the smallest curve of a smile but failing to do so. It doesn’t serve any comfort in reality; the idea that she’s alive when she could be dead. She knows it’s meant to help, and she can act like it does if she really tries hard enough, but she doubts that there’s a single thing anyone could say right now to make her feel any better about what happened.

                ❛  I don’t think I’ll ever see anyone I knew before again.                       I don’t even know if any of them are still alive.  ❜

    going from having nine people with you, to one, to none — and in such a short amount of time — it takes a toll, leaves her lonely and hopeless. If it weren’t for Rochelle, she may have decided to give up already.

             ❛  Can you not eat all of the Halloween candy this year, Josh?  ❜

Sam returns to Beth’s side, slipping the hot tea in front of the other on the coffee table. She sits by her friend, then, blowing on her own cup of tea. It’s practically steaming. She tests a small sip, feeling her tongue warm up from the liquid, and her green eyes dart over to Beth. The other is fairly quiet, but then again they all have after all that has happened. Idly, she stirs the honey rod in her tea, darting her gaze back down, expression turning pensive.

“Beth,” she begins, her voice soft, “Talk to me here.”

    she lets the tea sit idly, doesn’t even glance at it, because she doesn’t feel like she can possibly stomach it. For now, she can at least claim it’s too hot if she’s urged to drink it, but she wonders how long it will be until that excuse is no longer viable.

             ❛  I...  ❜

    though she begins to speak, it’s obvious she’d rather not. She doesn’t know what she’s meant to say. What can she say? Hannah’s gone, but that’s old news --- and now Josh is gone, too. It’s all that’s on her mind but she doesn’t want to talk about it. She supposes her only hope is to switch the focus over to Sam.

        “ — I don’t need this from you, I’ve been dry                   heaving for THREE hours. There’s nothing                   left to come up, but it wants to come up.                   – And, for the record, maybe we shouldn’t                  keep three week over-date milk in the fridge! “