Survive.

“Do they still hurt — ?” Eyes are wide with a mixture of concern and curiosity as she leans closer, lips parted to take in a startled breath; it’s the first time she’s seen something like this in person and not on television, but she remembers her manners in time to draw back after a beat. “Ah, I’m sorry — it’s fine if you’d rather not talk about it, my apologies for prying!”

Do they still hurt? Honestly, physically no. They didn’t hurt at all. Mentally? Yeah, they still hurt and did so a lot more than he’d like them to. Of course, that was just the payment that came with being employed as a survivor, wasn’t it? You lived, you gained, you lost, and you got paid in body marring to constantly remind you of how much you battled.  Regardless of such a cynical aspect, he gives a shrug to her question, a small smile forcing itself against his lips. “ No, not at all. “ She’s only curious about them, and seems harmless enough, so he chooses to ignore her closure, not minding it as much as he would if she were armed. “ Hey, you’re fine. Don’t worry about it. If you’re wondering, they’re from fighting and falling a lot. Mostly falling. “

      【★】”I fuckin’ love today. Not only is it time to gobble gobble some dick, but it’s also spankin’ time? Fuck, I think I have a new favorite holiday!”

✜ – ❝ this whole thing sounds boring ––––– what’s the POINT ? ❞ 

“ Eating as much as you want without feeling guilt. “

“I mean, it could be worse.” he tried to drop the bitter facade from himself by smiling. “At least they give us somewhere to live.”

“Hey...hey.” Immediately his voice lowers and he moves in closer to the elder, looking him in the face while ensuring eye contact might be considered. “They took you here? If you don’t want to be here, you shouldn’t have to, having somewhere to live or not. I..I can find my people, they could be around and we can work a way to get you out with us.”

“I am not sure what sort of joke you are referring to, but the Gregorian calendar system fell out of use over 1000 years ago in my time. So you would call it the 32nd century.”

City being something aside, he can’t help but sit in an awkward silence for a moment as the other continues to speak. Maybe it’s the way he’s doing it that baffles him or maybe it’s a more simple solution and that matter of what he’s saying that is so absurd. “Right..” Is what he mumbles, shifting from one foot to the other in a better way to gather his thoughts. “I’m okay with people who LARP, embarrassing to say I’ve done it too back in high school, but uh. We’re at the end of the world here, is pretending you’re from the future..or..uh past? I don’t know what one you’re acting from, is that the best way to cope right now?”

     “Walkers…? I have no idea what those are…” Claire mumbled, adjusting her ponytail. “And even if there was a need to run and hide, I’m sure we could use the many buildings around us.”

“Oh, yeah.. sorry. It slipped my mind that not everyone calls them that. They’re the dead, or what you see everywhere out there. I used to call them geeks myself, but Walkers seems to fit them because all they do is walk around looking for someone to..” He trails off, giving a sigh at how morbid the complications of them are. It’s better to be blunt in these times, as communications run quicker with a sturdy composition, but just thinking of the ghouls. He’d honestly rather not do it. “Buildings? Look, I don’t know if you’re aware, but there are thousands of them out there. If they get in here? Trapping ourselves in a building is the easiest way to be an idiot.”

“Yeah. It’s a little depressing..but.” He gives a glance around, trying to spot something, anything. “If the walkers come in, how is anyone suppose to you know..get out or hide?”