* 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 / PERSEVERE !!

❝   i wouldn’t,   ❞   a soft warning,   from soft features. do not be mistaken   :   she is not a soft girl.   ❝   move   &   you’re dead.   ❞

   she was sitting somewhere outside while eating her dinner. the area was quiet around her and she was trying to take in the peace of it all. the only sounds heard were the wounds of the wild and her fork scraping against a metal tray as she shoveled the food into her mouth happily. her rifle sat near her, as it always did, and her hair was a sea of red, long and somewhat wavy, down her back and her attire wasn’t exactly set for going anywhere. she was just going to enjoy the peace while she could, maybe find a book to read out of the many she’s already read, and try to sleep through the horrors of the night. footsteps were heard behind her but she didn’t look. she felt safe in this camp and instead she continued to put another forkful of food into her mouth. ❛ you know i sit here and i think this is all a dream. ❜  she voiced her thoughts, her eyes staring off into the wilderness. ❛ sitting here in this moment… at peace, quiet, and relaxed. ❜  a small pause as she took in a breath of fresh air. ❛ we’ve known death and disease for so long that i’ve forgotten what it’s like to relax for once. ❜

HE SPENT TIME thinking about what the woman had to say, opting out of interjecting with his own, typically half-baked thoughts. her statement resonated with tobias, his own understanding putting pressure in his chest and setting a tight-lipped smile across a previously neutral face. he was a blank canvas devoid of thought and a brain adapting to the wastelands so easily, it wasn’t hard to be convinced primitive behavior was only a few years out of reach. hopefully, relaxation and mindfulness would push it back a little further. ‘ thinking this is a dream --- it’s a couple of months out of fashion. ’ a small laugh escaped him. ‘ it takes a minute, though. to breathe and let your guard down. to truly feel at ease. it’s one of those things that are easier said than done. ’

‘ when’s the last time y’ ate? ’ the space around them is quiet save for muffled movement outside —- the shuffling of pearl street’s finest attempting to get as much done as they can in a short amount of time. the shack is relatively dark, lit only by daylight streaming in through the windows. they’re waiting, predatory, yearning for something to get their claws into. down the road a couple miles there’s a smaller collection of so-called “raiders” attempting to get themselves together —- some former pearl street, some not. they’re pathetic, can hardly fend for themselves with what meager guns and ammo they have, alongside shitty equipment.

joseph intends to take them by surprise. he kicks his boots up onto the coffee table. the house is old and abandoned; the ceiling fan doesn’t move. the pastel pink couch is covered in dusty cat decorations. there are photos on the wall of a middle-aged woman, man, and children. a family, he can only assume. ‘ exhaustion from hunger’s real. ’ he reaches into a nearby knapsack and draws out a granola bar, half eaten, dangles it by the wrapper. just out of reach. ‘ you want it, it’s yours. can’t have you bailin’ out on me now. ’

‘ IT’S BEEN a, uh, pretty long time !! ’ his voice was taut, almost brittle as he spoke. he was sure that if he listened and complied to the older man’s direction, he’d be let go in a couple hours, maximum. hopefully. that, or he’d take the knife from his boot and stick it somewhere painful. tobias was never a fan of killing real people, not the infected, or characters in video games. in the ten months he’s spent going through hell, not even sure if there’s anyone other than his daughter he could come back to, he’s killed more civilians than he care’s to admit.

when the man taunts him with the only food he has the possibility of eating right now, the worry that was bubbling tight in his stomach faded into kneejerk anger that he’s so accustomed to having. he’s not a pet, and he’ll be damned if he lets some asshole raider treat him like someone’s dog.

‘ i’m fine, though. ’ he held his anger back like bitter bile. ‘ i’ll live. ’

hey !! i’m al, i’m eighteen, and i’m totally not gonna start my intro the way LITERALLY everyone starts their intro. anyway, it took me about 24 hours to write this bio and it turned into something similar to a shitty bio. i made it a page on my blog for it and i’m linking it right here. other stuff can be found under this cute lil cut right here.

he also has some stats, just for fun. anyway, there are some things i didn’t put in his bio that i’ll list here. also, if you wanna plot, my discord handle is oingo boingo #2294 and i’ll reply to it faster than tumblr ims.

*edit !! i had to post this privately and resend it because tumblr was bugging. hopefully you can read everything now.