Elizabeth M. Frost.

Give me your reaction to finding my character lying on the bloodied floor after having a miscarriage.

Break the ice; have our muses interact!

"You should know who the fuck I am already. Frost. Elizabeth Frost."

Send me one of these:

"And now we’re paying for it instead of taking care of the problem before it got out of hand," he snapped back at her when he was tired of listening to the woman argue her side of it. "If what you’re saying is true, and they’re out there, you’re risking too much to go out there searching. Energy, bullets, time. You could get killed going out there on a guess when you should be staying here where you know you’re safe." This was useless. "Unless this is supposed to be your way of telling me that you’re going after them with or without help…"

His comments took her off guard as she attempted to process what he was telling her. There really was no way to guarantee that she was even safe with them no matter how hard Carl was trying to convince her otherwise. She didn't grow up with these people. She could barely even remember their names, and she was expected to trust them? Elizabeth dropped her hand down to her side as a demented smile crept upon her features, simply shaking her head. "That's the thing. I don't trust you, how can I? You could be just like, just like.. them." Shrugging her shoulders innocently, Elizabeth smirked. "Don't worry. I won't be taking any of your precious ammo, I don't need your help."

Why was there even a comparison going on between the two? “Look around you! What more proof would anyone need that walkers are taking over?” He threw a gesture to the general space around them if only to (weakly) emphasize his point. “You’re here and you’re safe. That’s what matters. We can’t waste time and supplies by going out on a search for people that, for all we know, could be part of those assholes out there.”

He just didn't understand. How could anyone understand what she was trying to say? They were still out there, she knew it- that was the only piece of hope she clung to. "You didn't know that in the beginning. You didn't. None of us believed it." Elizabeth shook her head, raising her hand to run her hand through her hair in frustration. This was going to go nowhere. "You would do the same thing if the roles were reversed." Elizabeth went quiet for a moment, shaking her head, "You would go out there looking for your family."

"You’re joking, right?" He shook his head, refusing to be defeated in the discussion. "And what if I don’t want to? What if I need more proof then just what you’re telling me?"

"Why in the world would I be joking right now? My sister and father could still be out there, I know it." Elizabeth narrowed her eyes over in his direction. She wasn't about to give up that easily. "I bet you didn't ask for proof when people told you that people were coming back from the dead, did you? You just blew them off like you're blowing me off now."

Why won’t you believe me?

"You have no other choice."