&. roll the dice

“hey–   catch anything in the rat traps?” she quipped as she ventured a little closer to the group, a half-eaten peach in her left hand.  Their men were capable– strong; they were good hunters, and Lancaster’s snares had been a fairly steady source of small game, but the weather had been harsh for days now, if not weeks, and the food sparse; everyone had been on edge, impatient, hoping for a better hunt today, what with the weather taking an unexpected (yet much wished for) turn for the better.  Squinting softly against the glare of the sun now, she took another small bite of her fruit, and smiled a little, watching them unload the truck.

“is that what those things are?” lex looked back at the new arrival, a small smirk turning his lips up. he’d been gone from camp for awhile this time, supplies in the immediate locale were sparse, they’d been steadily expanding their radius. a slow process, always better to be safe than sorry, he figured. “think this is a flying visit,” he shrugged. “i’ll be heading back out tomorrow morning. figure i deserve one night of good sleep — not that the beds here are much better than out there.”

tex knew the other camps had their hunters— she had made friends with one or two out on a hunt, but seeing strangers, or an unfamiliar, uneasy face, it threw her off. everyone gets defensive at the begging of each conversation since the end of the world. always a finger hovering over a trigger, jittery hands that fumble for any weapon in range. it was instinct, engraved inside within the first month. trust no one. trust nothing. but tex held against her instincts, offering the man a soft, wavering smile. “ animals or biters ? i’ll give you a hint, one’s a bigger number than the other. “

“i don’t expect we’re going to happen upon a herd of wildebeest, so yeah, biters.” there was a part of lex that could almost hear his mother admonishing him for his curtness, his bad manners, as she would’ve called it. but, old habits died hard, and the end of the world wasn’t a cause for celebrations. he took a slow breath, silently counting to ten. play nice with the others, lex. “you at one of the camps up here?” he’d mostly seen her in this area, not many but the hunters at the detention centre seemed to venture down their way. it was understandable, they were often out for days at a time, but it was always better to be closer to your home base. or a base you had a fairly good relationship with. 

it wasn’t as if the groups were enemies per se, but they weren’t exactly friends either. maybe some were, but lex wasn’t about to sit around a campfire and hold hands while singing fucking kumbaya together. no, he had a job to do. which, did, in fairness, usually mean he saw the same people out and about. this girl, was no exception. he didn’t know her name — maybe she’d told him once, or he’d heard it, but it wasn’t information he’d filed away as need to know, so he always referred to her as long haired girl in his mind. he’d ventured into the city — not that his camp wasn’t in the city, but it wasn’t downtown toronto like the others. it always felt like their turf. maybe they felt it too. but it meant he was more cautious than usual. cities were far more dangerous than wooded areas, he’d found. “seen many?” he murmured, nodding to the girl as he approached.

    —– it  wasn’t  unusual  for  winnie  to  be  out  of  the  camp  for  days  at  a  time ;  part  of  her  felt  like  a  failure  if  she  didn’t  bring  back  a  moderate  amount  of  food  back  for  everyone.  her  ears  were  always  listening – even  when  her  mind  was  elsewhere.  suddenly,  there  were  a  lot  of  footsteps … far  too  many  for  her  to  ignore.  winnie  quickly  peaked  her  head  around  the  corner  of  the  building  to  see : and  there  , in fact , was  a  large  group  of  zombies  coming  her  way.  she  was  quick  to  get  inside  the  nearest  building.  what  she  wasn’t  expecting  was  to  see  someone  standing  there. “ we need to be quiet. ” she  warned  –  praying  they  would  catch  the  drift  that  they  were  in  danger  and  had  no  time  to  be  skeptical  of  each  other  ( & that was coming from her … one of the most skeptical people ) .

it had been quiet for most of the day — too quiet, as the old cliche went. lex wasn’t superstitious as such, but he knew things never stayed quiet. not these days, anyway. he was out on a hunt, he’d heard news of a store not being raided yet, and though it could be a trap, it was always worth checking out. there were no shortage of hungry mouths to feed. he had just cut through a building and was on his way out the other side, when he was unexpectedly joined by another. “fuck,” he murmured, stepping back to let her fully in the door. not much surprised him these days, so he carefully closed the door behind her, glancing over at the new arrival. “how many?” he whispered, hand making it’s way down to the machete hooked into his belt. 

( theo james ╲ 34 ╲ cis male ) ALEXANDER ‘LEX’ KINNAIRD has been in THE UNHOLY for 10 MONTHS as a HUNTER. HE can often be seen with a BROKEN WATCH; how sweet is that? their friends see them as the MACGYVER - which makes total sense seeing as they’re +RESOURCEFUL & +BRAVE as well as being -COOL & -ABRASIVE. I wonder how long they’ll survive for… 

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