#angerdad

‘Please don’t stare’ Ellie quickly pulled her sleeve down to cover her scar. “No one ever told you it’s impolite?”

✧ ━ SHE KEEPS HER BOW RAISED; finger resting gently on the TRIGGER as she points it directly at HIM, towards the face of the man she had deemed DEAD. ❝ don’t move. ❞ she demands through gritted teeth, brow furrowed down as the AGITATION began to fill her. she has NO love for this man; all his face does is bring up memories of his attempts to JEOPRADISE her efforts to keep her group safe  ━━ a group that included HIS family. lilly doesn’t plan on starting some kind of SENTIMENTAL reunion as she can’t care less about KENNY or his journey; she is TORN though, between shooting him DEAD, letting him GO or  ━ and this was a longshot  ━ perhaps RECRUITING him to join the delta. she was still NEW in the group herself && had been sent out to TRY to recruit new members, she had to show her LOYALTY to her new home; and as much as kenny INFURIATED her, she knew he was TOUGH and built for this world. if she brought HIM back, she would be rewarded and PRAISED. but there is ONE question from the past that tugs at her, she ponders at why he is by HIMSELF; curious to the fates of her old group.  ❝why are you alone? ━━ what happened to everyone else?❞ // @angerdad​ 

     {➹} – TO SAY THE HEDGEHOG didn’t want to be there would have been a vast understatement and, if he had a choice in the matter, he wouldn’t have gone more than a few lightyears within the place, not after what a certain someone had told him about it. But that was the problem, he didn’t have a choice. He was there for a reason, and a damn good one in his mind. He had to find someone, and he wasn’t going to stop until he did just that.

     Despite the feeling of dread, of lingering danger, in the pit of his stomach and despite knowing what (or who) was out there, he was going to press on. He had to fix this. He had to know that Kenny was alright after what had happed, after what he had done. 

     Looking around at the overgrown plants, crawling their way over old buildings and cars alike, his hand tightened around the bow in his hand as mismatched ears twitched back and forth. They picked up on nothing and the hedgehog sighed, an almost defeated sound. There was no one around, both a blessing and quite unfortunate. 

THE GROAN THAT ESCAPED JAVIER’S LIPS WAS echoed through the abandoned gas station, empty of stock besides the rotten goods that littered the floor. His eyes remained fixed on rack of magazines, toppled over in front of the office door in a last-minute barricade. He set his bat down on the ground to pick up one of the blood-stained copies, his own face staring back at him. He could only just make out the line on the front cover: 

         GAMBLING GARCIA: TWO YEARS LATER. 

A few years earlier, he would have flipped through and read it, shouted out some sort of profanities towards whoever had written it. However, he simply glanced at Kenny behind him, then crumpled it up and tossed it towards the overflowing trash can, watching it bounce off the top of the pile and fall to the floor. The one downside of heading back towards Florida - the team he’d left behind had never really stopped talking about what had happened.   ❝ The one good thing to come out of all this - no more moscas following me around asking what I’m doin’ with my life. ❞

The herd could be spotted for miles, this steady movement of walkers was akin to some sort of twisted migration. And Forst would have passed it by, if it wasn’t for the distinct scent of someone alive in the midst of the dead.

Carefully, the flare flew overhead and lined himself up before taking a deep breath and letting loose a jet of flames onto the herd several feet from the loud man.

The walkers all lit up like firecrackers, the surrounding dead attracted to their burning kin and the rumbling bellow Forst let out as he passed by the circle of flames he had created.

He then banked back towards the man, landing heavily beside him before chuffing lightly towards him.