Hatch and Tyler from “We Abide” by @arcane-vagabond

“Humanity always survived to carry on.”

I did a thing last night and made four different moodboards for Hatch

Bonus Tyler moodboard

RuRu!!! Y’know, I DO actually have a couple of reference photos….

Mars is very Golden Retriever but red looking—hence his name lol He’s the bestest boy!!

Hatchet "Hatch"

Story: We Abide (Apocalypse!AU)

Love Interest: Tyler Owens

The world should have been more prepared. Humanity had faced countless bouts of pestilence that threatened their very existence, and they had gotten good at beating each and every one thrown at them.

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Nonny, oh my GOD!!! Yes!!!!! This is EXACTLY the kind of vibe I’m looking for!!

It’s been added to both the We Abide playlist and the DHTN playlist!

I feel you on the sideblogs thing!!! Ummmmmm….as of right now, it’s just Tyler in this one.

I will say though, there was a draft of this story back when I was working on it as an OG fiction where there was another person alongside main guy and girl, but I’m not sure.

The sound of a motor caught your attention, Mars’ ears perking alongside you. Your head snapped towards the water, watching as a small motorboat made its way towards the dock just a little ways ahead of you. You saw two figures on the boat, one steering and the other looking out over the edge towards where you stood.

As the boat drew closer, you began walking once more, albeit faster this time and with Mars hot on your tail.

The boat docked as you trotted up onto the wood of the platform, your steps echoing as you approached.

“Ain’t ever seen you ‘round these parts,” one of the men said as his companion tied the boat to a post. “Wasn’t sure if you was snapper or friend.”

“Friend, I hope,” you offered smoothly, earning a grunt from the same man. The other finished tying his knot, standing straight to look at you. Both men were older, perhaps somewhere in their late forties or early fifties with graying hair and weathered faces. The man who spoke to you had clear, blue eyes that assessed you with curiosity, the man next to him watched you with caution in his dark eyes.

The first man brought a hand up to scratch his bearded chin thoughtfully.

“You the one then?” He asked gruffly, eyes drifting down to watch Mars seated next to you. “The one my buddy up in Cassville radioed me about? What’s it they call you? The Wanderer?”

You held back a scowl at the mention of the moniker you had earned on your travels. No one traveled as far as you did, if they did at all. The only ones that moved outside of the communities these days were those running supplies to and fro.

“I’d rather you didn’t call me that, actually,” you told them, supplying them with your name instead. The man repeated it, mulling it over before nodding slowly.

“Alright then, little miss. I suppose you’ll be wanting a place to stay then, hm?” He asked. His friend stepped past him and onto the dock, grabbing a box that jangled with its contents before walking down the dock and towards a shack that lay past the water’s edge.

“It’d be nice,” you agreed, watching as he grabbed a box of his own to carry towards the shack. “I don’t have much to barter with at the moment, though.”

“Well, we can worry about all that later. How’s about you grab a box or two and help us unload? The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can head back to LaRue and get you settled.”

You followed suit, grabbing a box that was much heavier than it looked and catching yourself before you stumbled back into the water. You fell into an easy rhythm between the blue-eyed man—Bill as you would later learn his name was—and Les.

About a half hour later, the boat was fully unloaded, and you sat on the back bench across from Bill as Les prepared the boat for departure. The sun sank lower towards the horizon now, level with the treeline around you. You bounced your leg in a nervous habit that you had never quite been able to shake, only stopping when you caught Bill watching you.