#bethisms

one shoe on ONE shoe off, and her favourite white frilly socks covered with DIRT is enough to make for ONE very grumpy angel. the state of the human world has NEVER really been something she’d much CARED about. well UP until she lost her SHOE because some stupid walker scared the shit out of her.

                         peering into the DISTANCE, she spots a blonde. oh                                               thank dad. CIVILISATION. 

“hey, oi! i don’t suppose ya got a spare shoe?”

📂 - For a useless headcanon!

Heavy lids flutter open, meeting a brightness his pupils weren’t quite ready for, sending a sharp pulsation pounding through his brain. He winces at the sudden onset of a migraine, groaning a bit as he tries to move. His limbs are weak and his breathing his shallow —- he’s fatigued and hungry, dehydrated. There’s an ache in his leg where he was shot by some fucker trying to hunt him (in that “fucker’s” defense, Mack was taking the form of a deer at the time — just to outrun a herd of the undead), and he notices he’s lying on a cot of some sort, bandaged and clean. His naked body is covered with a thin, yet soft, blanket and a folded up outfit sits on the end of the cot seemingly for him.