#bitelove

his lungs hurt. his lungs always hurt, but having to run made it so much worse. he tried to make it a point to never have to run, but sometimes, it couldn’t be helped. what could be helped was not getting distracted. survival was all that mattered; he had done it before, even turning his back on his friend in order not to die by a madman’s knife, and life felt it fit to keep throwing shit at him like it was desperate to break him for good. he tried to stick by a strict code of rules in order to go on living, though he didn’t really understand why he wanted to keep on surviving. it wasn’t as if life was going to get any better, only worse. it would probably be so much easier to give up, but some animalistic part of his brain refused. benny didn’t think of himself as a cockroach, but maybe it was apt. especially these days. he survived because there was nothing else to do. stopping in the middle of his escape from a horde was not conducive to survival, however. benny skidded to a complete stop, almost slipping on wet leaves on the forest ground. his head cocked to the side, eyes widening to a comical degree. “what the…” benny whispered to no one, scared out of his mind.

her eyes blew wide at the sight of a figure in the distance. her nose was pressed up to the glass, hands splayed open and framing her face. it had been months since she had seen anyone come across their property. the television went dark almost immediately, so she hadn’t managed to see more than two or three news reports at the beginning. the dead walking the earth. it seemed like such a fantastical concept, something she’d read in a book. no one ever came by the winesap mansion before the outbreak; rumors swirled all around town that the winesaps were witches, and anyone that approached their home was swiftly met with a shotgun pointed at their face, courtesy of mama. though neither collie or her mother were completely convinced that the world had ended, mercy marie would greet strangers with her shotgun, alive or undead. that meant collie had to work fast. hurriedly but quietly slipping out of the house onto the front porch, she held her hands out in hopes the stranger would stop approaching. “wait! you can’t come here!” collie was half between a whisper and a yell, afraid they wouldn’t hear her but that her mother would. “it’s not safe for you here.” it wasn’t safe for anyone, and it had nothing to do with the apocalypse.

“  yeah.  ” he'll give him that at least. “  yeah, it does feel good.  ”

“  it's fine, it's all good,  ” he speaks nonsense as a hand absently reaches out to grip nicholas' arm in return, using it as stability while he rubs the sleepiness from his lashes. he stifles a yawn before he shoves the curtain of his blonde locks out of the way so he can get a good and proper look at the other man. “  i must've conked out pretty good last night to sleep here. sorry about that.  ”

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the logical thing to do was to not go to a junkyard at three in the morning with winter just because they finally got ahold of cctv footage. the logical thing to do was to not feel heat between her thighs as they uncovered the bloodied, crushed cars piled up at said junkyard. townes had winter pressed up against the hood of a rusty jaguar, gripping them by the collar of their shirt. "we should ..... take pictures. and leave. shouldn't we?" but her fingers curled around the collar a little more, breathless. she didn't want a logical answer whatsoever, the flickering light seemingly encouraging her hand to grip harder.

being a salon owner came with its perks, surely. coming from a rather wealthy family was even better. "look, i just need you to go to this event with me and i'll get you whatever you want." and she means it wholeheartedly. she grew extremely fond of them, especially since the start of their new arrangement. she picks up her phone to scroll through a list she had made, full of outfits she would die to see them in. after all, they were meeting her rather lush friends. "what about this one? the blue's gonna look so good on you.. bring out your eyes just the way i like."

anyone with eyes could see that they were about to fold like a wet paper bag. but especially wes, considering just how acquainted they'd been with each other over the past few months. this push and pull, cat and mouse relationship they have would never get old for him. just the sight of their name popping up on his phone had him grinning smugly to himself. "if you didn't call me up to fuck you, then why am i here?" it's an honest question, really. there's nothing he could possibly think of that would warrant such a late call from them. "come on, who're you kidding?"