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"Watch out!"

"You could have been killed!"

"Run! Hurry up, go!"

"Save yourself, I’ll hold them back."

"Leave me here! Go! Hurry! I can handle it."

"I promise I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you."

"They better not have laid a damn finger on you or I’ll [insert threat]."

"I swear, if they so much as breathe next to you, I’ll knock them out.”

"I’m not leaving you here!"

"And let you get yourself killed?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"I don’t trust him/her. They seem off."

"I’m saying this for your own good!"

"Don’t worry. I’ll protect you."

                   ’  I  KNOW.  ’

    woah. was that arrogance upon the boy’s     tainted  lips?  that  CERTAINLY  was  a     first.  he’d  never  had  anything  TO BE     cocky about.  it was more of a  mockery     of himself. 

She chuckled to herself, sliding the notebook over to him.

"Not much in that one. Recounting my CIA days, mostly."

With the threat gone, the strained muscles of the young girl nearly gave out; at least, they were on the verge of doing so until she was hoisted to her feet.  Her muscles forced themselves to stay strong though her limbs shook. Whether from fear or the exertion even she didn’t know, but she wasn’t keen on finding out any time soon— no matter what the reason, they’d surely be sore later.  A glance was stolen as she struggled to capture air into >her lungs in order to retrieve a proper pattern of breath, uncertainty evident in the hesitation that her body had no problems showing.  The rule of associating with strangers transferred over to this new world, making Mika reluctant to go with this unknown woman.  Only a millisecond later she decided that she had no other choice, lest she desired to become one of the corpses shambling the earth.  

She kept her hand on the girl's shoulder, keeping her in front. One eye on the little blonde head, the other ahead of them, making sure no Rotter came out. Questions filled Ronnie's mind - why was she out here alone? Where were her weapons? - but waited until they came to a road. Lucking, her car was were she left it, parked on the side of the road. It looked old and used, just as she wanted it so no one would try and jack it.

         "There. That's my car. Get in                         the passenger seat."

Guilding the girl, she opened the door and pushed her in, glancing around before closing the door and getting into the driver's seat. She stayed parked, turning to face the girl.

      ’  stop  laughing  at  me.              it was better than YOURS.  ’ 

  ben was shy at the best of times.  he  was   embarrassed easily,  a  blush tinting cheeks   as his head  drops  to  stare  at  his  muddy   shoes again.

          "It was ten times better than mine."

Her laughter drifted into small chuckles, reaching towards her back to pull out one of the blanket notebooks. Sitting up fully, she reached back into it to grab a pen. The idea sounded wonderful to her. It was something to look forward to and that they could do together. Anything to keep spirits up.

       ’  uhm..  ’

  UNDER PRESSURE, is all ben feels. he was   more of a spontaneous individual, without   thought of what he was about to do. that’s   just how he worked.

        ’  veronica forced me to bust a rhyme               a special one for valentine’s, am i                 supposed to declare my so-called                     love to make her mine ?? 

She had to cover to mouth to keep her laughter under control. It was a much better poem than hers, she had to admit. Falling to a laying down position, she stared up at the kid, a grin on her face.

     he bows his head in MILD embarrassment.      ready to find any little detail for him to      criticize. and all he can come up with is      spoken in a small, embarrassed mumble.

"Poems don't have to, suger."

             Reaching her foot over, she gave              his leg a little nudge. 

           ’ …                  i,  uh.. failed english. TWICE. ‘

       he should specify ‘english literature’, for that’s        the one with the POETRY shit. he was a smart        kid, but ben wasn’t one to read between the lines.

"And I never liked flowers much. It's the principle of the matter."

     A smile tugged on her lips as she      settled back, notebook stuffed back      into her back.

"I could write you a poem-

                            Oh, Ben             The way you killed that Walker         It was like thee knew how to make art

From the season one finale.

"Well hopefully he’s got a nap ahead of him."

"It’s a beautiful day.  Let’s take a walk."

"Doesn’t take much to make people act like savages.  Just take their food away."

"Colorado is the new California."

"Yeah, I got a bone to pick with that bitch."

"Define alive."

"You’re going to have more needles stuck in you than a damn tomato in grandma’s sewing basket."

"Looks small."

"Trust has got nothing to do with it."

"Oh, you want my help?"

"Hold your pants on."

"Quick, group hug."

"You know, before the apocalypse, I had the same effect on the ladies."

"Dibs on the last rose."

"Puppies and kittens."

"Pilates."

"Remember that time in Missouri?  At the Piggly Wiggly?"

"I didn’t touch anything."

"Who’s for getting out of here right now?  Show of hands."

"I just thought we might wanna … I don’t know, live?"

"These walls have many sad stories to tell."

"I can’t be responsible for every vodka-soaked idiot that comes in here to steal."

"Zombie apocalypse, how may I direct your call?"

"So what fresh hell awaits us?"

"Eyes up front, young man."

"I’m not the goddamn elephant man, I’m a human being.  Sort of."

"Man, I think I fried my gonads.  I should have put sunscreen on my junk."

"I hope God doesn’t know about this."

"Go talk to them.  Do that thing you do."

"Just don’t tell anyone my name, alright?"

"You might want to say your goodbyes."

"Could this place get any creepier?"

"Wow, look at that resume."

"Somebody made their mama proud."

"Redacted my ass."

"I’m sorry about all of it."

"He’s actually very civic minded."

"I lost everything!  Including myself!"

"What is wrong with us?"

"Keep it.  Make some awesome boots out of that."

                                  “Let G O of me!”

She could hear the screams from the creak she was at.. With little hesitation, she grabbed her gun and started towards the sounds. Breaking into a clearing she saw the little girl, fighting off a Rotter. Raising her gun, she shot it the head, watching as it fell on the girl's feet. The screams had brought more, whom she decided weren't worth killing. Two wasn't easy to out run, even with a child. Reaching down, she grabbed the girl's arm, lifting her up with ease.

           "Come on, sweetheart. More will                   be coming; we can't stay here."