❛ Sumset.

send ‘FIVE TIMES HUGGED’ for five times our muses hugged. ( accepting. )

          The first time they hugged was back on the farm when Rhee was still just a little boy thrown into the dead world. To him, he had no clue what horrors lied beyond the open fields and pretty sunsets. ❝   Uncle Ben! Wait up! ❞  The toddler had bounded out the house and wrapped his arms around Ben’s leg, hugging him tightly. While he didn’t know that this could be the last time he got the chance, he still did so like he knew.

          Second time was when Rhee was old enough to get a TASTE of what truly lurked outside. The farm had been overrun and the family had been in complete shambles as they piled up into the car and drove away. Drove away from the only place he knew as home went up in flames. With his mother and grandfather torn to pieces over the devastating situation, it had caused Rhee to catch a case of the sniffles. He was quickly soothed by a hug from his uncle as the boy turned a cheek to unleash his sorrow.

          ❝   You ain’t gotta stand on watch alone. ❞  The teen spoke as he joined Ben on the lookout tower balcony, rifle in hand. He was getting older and the world had done enough to prepare him for whatever was coming his way. Even though Ben had protested about being able to handle it, Rhee was already snaking an arm around the male to hug him gently. ❝   Go on. Rick probably needs some help with Judith anyway. ❞  He smiles afterwards once his uncle relents and casts a glance to the walkers outside the fence.

          The hug had come so naturally when Rhee had saw Ben at the hospital. After a daring rescue, the boy had been reunited with his uncle. No one dared to argue with the sweet moment, not even Dawn who was receiving glares from the other members of the group. All that mattered was Ben was ALIVE and safe, back where he belonged since being split up from the prison.  ❝   Mama’s gonna be so happy to see you! Daddy too! ❞  He exclaims, knowing his parents were definitely on the way.

          It would be their last hug this time. Where did things go wrong? Was it back with his grandfather? His lack of being able to help find the Governor and stop him before he took more lives? With every death in this world, came GUILT. It came when their blood soaked and drenched your sins. It came when different scenarios played out. It just came. There was no way around it. Rhee was still in shock, trembling on his knees as palms rested in blood and brains. The blood and brains of his uncle. He had no clue that his reunion would be so short yet here he was, sobbing into a crimson mess. Shaky hands are gripping at Ben’s lifeless body and he’s heaving the male up into his arms for one final hug that would never be returned.

🎃    HALLOWEEN   SENTENCE    PROMPTS  !  ( ACCEPTING. )

        ​❝   I look ridiculous dressed like this.  ❞  Rhee whines as the girl fixes the Count Dracula cape around his neck, lips jutting into a pout when he realizes she’s not giving up. Perhaps it would look cool if he was out there killing walkers or running up and down deserted streets. Like the people sometimes said - every day was Halloween.

🎃    HALLOWEEN   SENTENCE    PROMPTS  !  ( ACCEPTING. )

         It had been one of those upcoming days where the Alexandrians had been gushing over the upcoming holiday, while Rhee had always been unable to experience the joy they did. So the question grants the rise and fall of shoulders. ❝   Somewhere that doesn’t involve stale candy. I don’t really grasp the whole trick or treat concept yet. ❞  

🎃    HALLOWEEN   SENTENCE    PROMPTS  !  ( ACCEPTING. )

        ❝   Oh, please don’t tell me you’re scared. I don’t think walkers will be crawling out the graves like in the those books I read! ❞  He teases, lightly tugging on the male’s arm playfully. Since the holidays were so rare with the lack of calendar and his group being so busy with war, Rhee didn’t have many takers when it came to celebrating.  ❝   Please? I promise to keep us both safe. ❞

         Ever since the fall of the prison and the agonizing guilt that welted upon his still healing skin, Rhee just walked. He walked because it was strangely numbing not only to his feet, but also his mind that insulted him daily. Don’t look back. Not now. Who knew it would have been the same after he had crossed the border into Mexico? Who knew that after finding SOMEONE during his stay at the trading post would end so...similar? Even though Rhee hadn’t really gotten to know Nick, he had been someone that Rhee followed despite not really liking Troy much.

          He had assumed the dam would be his home from far away home until he decided to say farewell to Nick and start home to find his family. But god was an asshole when it came down to simple endings. When the dam had been overtaken, it was pure luck that befell upon him that he hadn’t been gunned down. Luck that only lasted until he reached the bridge and heard the dreaded words being uttered out of Nick’s mouth. The urge to RUN to him was so high, it was painful. Rhee could only witness yet again someone else be stripped from his life -- no matter how short their time together.

          When gunfire erupt once more, only then does Rhee m o v e. He gets thrown off balance the second the bridge is becoming a crumbling mess beneath worn soles of his boots, but he crawls and staggers his way to the boy who’s watching his family be sucked into the devil’s mouth and swept away.  ❝   Nick! We have to go!  ❞  The boy yells, hands finding stiff shoulders as Nick’s eyes are stuck on the water flooding into the valley below and clutching at the chain-link fence. A shared moment of silence is given as Rhee tragically relates in some weird, cruel way. For some reason, dying on the bridge at that moment felt g o o d. Natural. But fight snaps Rhee back into reality and once again he’s trying to get the other boy to move.  ❝   If we don’t move now, we’ll die, Nick.  ❞  He splutters out frantic. When the bridge begins to cave in not far from them, it’s now that the half-korean boy is yanking at Nick’s arm.  ❝   NICK, PLEASE! I’m not leaving this bridge without you!  ❞  While most people would have been fled, Rhee wasn’t about to ABANDON anyone.

         Werewolves were not one someone should take lightly. Just the simplest scratch could turn a mere human and among most coven rules, that was absolute treason. But the Hilltop coven had tried to live in peace as long as the mutts followed a certain code -- mating with a human was forbidden along with conceiving a child. These’s were the lessons taught to the younger hunters who were in charge of hunting down those who disobeyed. But for Hershel Rhee, his desire to hunt was driven by REVENGE.

          There was no around what had happened to his father Glenn. Killed by the very monster who had also taken the life of his wife and son years before.  ❝    When you see him, you don’t hesitate to fill him up with silver bullets.  ❞  Shane, the coven leader had told Rhee the moment he found out the young boy’s aim and determination. This whole situation was like deja vu; another Rhee going after the same killer. The name Rick Grimes haunted Rhee’s mind the entire time he was out tracking the man down. As difficult as it had been to find him, what was once something so easy to execute in his mind had become IMPOSSIBLE in reality.

          This Rick looked like hell harbored in his veins, carnivorous in the way it ate at what was left of a s o u l. To Rhee, the werewolf didn’t look like a killer. There were always little signs no matter how different the wolf or social standard in the pack-- their eyes held the same murderous glint. With his pistol still aimed, Rhee can only bask in hesitation.  ❝   So, we finally meet.  ❞  The boy speaks, thankfully shielded by the darkness of the forest for now. While his mind screams pull the trigger, Rhee shows momentary m e r c y.

           She grips his hand giving it a small shake as a sort of smile tugged on the corners of her mouth. Meeting new people now was risky but she was just happy she managed to come across someone who still managed to have a bit of a sense of humor.  ❝ Kira. ❞  She let’s her hand drop back down to her side before giving their surroundings a once over.  ❝ So uh - I never got the chance to ask you but, are you by yourself? ❞

        ❝   I think that’s a question that will be answered once I make sure you’re someone I can trust.  ❞  Rhee hums out and shifts on his feet, sheathing his blade now. While he could already tell she wasn’t a threat, it was per Rick’s orders to be cautious of those they came across. While she didn’t look like one of Negan’s goons, he couldn’t really be sure of it.  ❝   You don’t mind a little waiting, right?  ❞

        ❝   Come on, uncle. I told you, helping out at the prison is NOTHING compared to doing runs out there. Let me do this with you.  ❞

“I think we ought to leave a couple ‘a things for your dad to teach you, don’t you?” Shane asked, shaking his head. He wiped the blade of his knife off on one of the walker’s sleeves, then went back to thrusting his knife through the chain link.

         ❝   I asked him and he keep saying no.  ❞  Rhee grumbles as he goes back to his task at hand-- killing a dozen walkers through a fence. As much as he was certain his father was just worried about his son getting killed, Rhee knew he was capable of handling a car on a deserted street. Sure he might have to wash the grill afterwards, but it would be worth it. He shoves his blade through another skull, grimacing when blood coats his cheek.