Help, I'm alive

Isaac hadn’t had many stand-offs in his life, but he knew for sure that this had to be one. It was like a stalemate of sorts. How they’d reached this point he wasn’t sure, but he was stood there with a knife in each hand, eyes never faltering their glare at this stranger. What was it with people and thinking he’d stolen stuff?! Sure, it was mostly true, but surely they understood that in this place, you hid your stuff or people just took it?

“As cute as your threats are, I really should be going.”

Isaac hated the nights. Every single one of them and there had been a lot of extremely long ones, but tonight seemed to be one of the longest. He couldn’t sleep and quite frankly he didn’t want to. He’d had one too many close encounters with walkers that day and he was too on edge to even consider he might be safe for  few hours. It was when he heard something snap around him that he was called to attention completely, shooting up to his feet, grabbing his knees from his side. “Who’s there?!”

His eyes flickered over his surroundings, trying to get a feel for this newer place. He’d been around the area for a few days now, figuring it fairly safe - or at least, more so than previous places he’d faced.Sure, he’d killed a fair amount of Walkers, but that was always to be expected. What he hadn’t expected, was to very nearly run into another very much alive person. Waiting, ducked behind what looked like an abandoned building, he kept his eyes on her, just hoping not to get caught, but too curious to run.

Isaac took deep breaths, claws coated in blood as he tried not to panic about the body a few feet away from him. His eyes were still glowing, his fangs starting to grow out even if he hadn’t transformed completely yet, but he didn’t know how far off that was... “You need to go. Now... Please, I don’t wanna hurt you.” He was suddenly saying to the other person’s scent he caught. Krista... “Go!”

"Yeah, I am aware that I am an asshole. Your point?”

“I can’t be with you. Loving you just gives my father a reason to kill you. I’m sorry. I…I won’t be sneaking out to meet you anymore.”

“What? No. Zoey, that doesn’t even make sense... How does loving me make it worse Surely it... He’d care enough that it’d make it better? Right...?”

ORdinary:  @packlxss , @kristafreyteenwolf

the dead amongst us: @facetiious , @makahwclfgirl , @hiddenthornes

What was with the growing number of survivors? And why were they always in his neck of the woods. How many times was it this week? Ergh, he’d lost count now. However, he did enjoy it when they ran. Scott knew this part of town like the back of his hand so it was always easy to navigate, and quickly he had recovered the runner. 

Eyes rolled at the dull threat, it was wishful thinking on his behalf that that tiny blade was going to reach him let alone his neck however, he remained still. Just by looking, he knew the other had very little stamina left. He’d be able to catch up with him again. “Come now… No need for idle threats, I just want back what is mine…” He managed to hold back a growl and extended a hand. “You stole from my group… I need it back.”

Isaac wasn’t sure why he’d ended up here. Not that he’d been intending to end up anywhere in particular, but he really had just bee living like he had for years now. His eyes stayed firmly locked onto the other male. Isaac was taller, potentially stronger, he could throw that knife before the other had even taken a step. Okay, maybe not in the throat but he could give it a damn good try. Still heaving in painful breaths, he tightened his hand around his bag. 

“I didn’t take anything.” Isaac answered firmly, shifting his weight a little, almost like he was preparing to run. “I didn’t get the chance. Now back off.” Okay, it was a slight lie, but he didn’t think a can or two from that place was going to leave them wanting.