Seth Sheehan

“I’m sorry– but I can do better? You do realise you just called me Hannah Montana, right? That hasn’t even been on in years. Like jesus christ, at least be original, don’t copy every sitcom’s joke. Secondly, twenty is hardly that young. But you felt the need to go there so… I’m going to go on calling you old.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I have a big crush on you.”

“Firstly, 30 is hardly old. Secondly, older people trying to pretend they know what’s going on? Better than some 20-year old using that ‘Trending’ list on Facebook for the news. And I understand your joke, darlin.’ I just think you can do a little better than that.” 

Alaska stuck her tongue out at him. “Yeah, well, at least the trees would be more interesting than your Irish ass.” She quipped. “Besides, I was just looking for something to kill. Be it time, a zombie, a person. I’m down for any.” She smiled at him as she fell into step besides him. “I promise that I won’t make up any jokes about your group while I’m here. Mostly because you guys make it so easy that I don’t have to try.”

“Please, you staring at my ass is the only reason you’ve been following me,” Seth teased. He cocked one eyebrow at her when she promised not to say anything else about his group. “You’re going to get lonely one of these days, and when you come over to my guard post asking for entrance, I’m going to laugh real hard before I let you in.” 

She snorted, “Must’ve missed the part where I asked for some old man’s opinion on my age. What are you anyway? Like 40. Your need to insult me and bring a group of guys that are probably dead into it shot you right on up there to 60. Going to start telling me about the good old days next?”

“Ehh when you become FBI they sorta drill it all into you pretty well. If you ever think a non patriotic thought you might end up being kicked. Okay I might be exaggerating but that’s where a lot of my pride comes from.”

“Well, I’m Irish,” he sighed, “So I guess I can’t do too much judgin’ for patriotism. You shoulda seen me during football season.” 

“Request, order, or whatever. I’m still not going anywhere.”

Hamilton could feel that Seth was onto him, but he wasn’t going to reveal the identity of who it was he was going to meet. Better yet, not even explain his original plan. “Well, sir guard sir, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not lying. I was on my way to meet up with an outsider so I could convince them to join us ‘happy folk’ at Crimson Tide. Do you honestly believe that’s a bad idea?”

Marley was annoyed at the condescension the stranger had offered her. She was equally annoyed at the condescension from her own team mate. She knew that the other Tide member was joking, but she also knew that it was the fire that made her worth having around anyway. She could hold her own. At his comment, she painted a sarcastic smile on her face, deciding to flip him off as well, just for good measure. “Treated me like a child, actually.”

He grinned when she gave him the same gesture. “Right, so you flip the bird,” Seth nodded, “You just moved from 10 years old to 15. Congratulations.” 

To be honest, Seth would make a horrible scout. He didn’t see the potential in some people. And he remembered when Marley was first brought in, how he had just expected her to be another little girl that liked to wander off. Watching her now, though... He was equal parts amused and impressed. “Yeah, that was a... Great show,” he chuckled, “What’d they do to you, insult One Direction?” 

There were only so many times that Alaska could sharpen her knives. She was bored, more than any other time before. But of course she would say that, she hated sitting by idly. It was times like these that she seriously considered joining a group just to have something to do. To combat this she figured she could use some unsuspecting walkers for target practice but she had cleared the area around her camp a couple days ago. She sighed as she grabbed a bag with a few essentials and slung it over her shoulder. If she was lucky she’d probably find something more excited.

His gun jerked in the direction that he heard the voice coming from. Luckily, he knew Alaska’s voice and her laugh. It brought back memories of them with their buddies, relaxing in an English pub swapping stories about past jobs they’d done. That had been his family, back in those days. Seth missed it. 

“No. Them not being here now either means a) they’re not a Crimson Tide member or b) you’re lying,” Seth replied, “And both pose a problem for me.” 

     Just the idea alone made her cringe. ❝ It wouldn’t surprise me— ❞ She rolled her eyes and eliminated it from her thoughts all together. ❝ I’m Erin. ❞

“Seth,” he replied, giving a single nod.