#coltpythoning

Tell my muse what animal they remind your muse of and why.

hahaha the human thinks i am a tigerwhen really, i amPIG

“How long you think you can keep me in here?” Shane drawled, leaning his head back against the cold concrete wall of the Alexandria basement cell.

🎙️- To comedy roast my muse (Roast goes here)

My Tumblr Crushes:

bellatorvm

coltpythoning

belcvedcne

dcntopen

bitersbait

lookatmydirtynegan

soldier306

neganspeepeepantscity

        “ what? “ jolene stood in the doorway, nearly all four feet, nine              inches of her sprayed with blood, her knuckles busted and               her hand coiled tightly around the handle of rick’s ax. rubbing              a hand across her face, she smeared blood over her soft               features, an image that didn’t look Q U I T E right. moving               across the floor, she dropped the ax, peeling her bloodied              shirt from her body, using it to clean the crimson from her face.

           “ y’all’re awful quiet. is there somethin’ on my face? “

As Carl tosses his soccer jersey onto the floor of his bedroom, he shakes his head, letting his shaggy hair fall out of his face. Another game they won. Nothing new though, they were the best in their division. Best high school soccer team in the state, too. Carl wasn’t the captain, but he was the fastest player and most often, the best.

Whistling as he steps over his jersey, Carl saunters off to the bathroom. “Mom, I’m going in the shower!” Maybe it’ll help the headache, the kid thinks. He calls out down the hall. The 17 year old was sure that his mother was making dinner and that his dad would be home sometime soon. Reaching for the knob to open the door, Carl stops, his breath catching in his throat. The knob is turning from the inside of the bathroom. “Mom?” He asks as he steps forward, knocking on the door.

There’s no answer, but the knob turns again. Taking in a deep breath, Carl sucks up the fear and swings the door open. A zombie lunges himself forward, knocking Carl back against the wall with a loud T H U D, the kid has his eyes shut tightly. His heart is racing with fear. That’s the second time this week he’s been “attacked” by a flesh-eating monster. Slowly, Carl opens his eyes and sighs when he is staring at the open bathroom in front of him, the door banging lightly against the wall.