#dyiingliight

She also barely talked to other people, but she figured to give this fellow a stab...not literally though she had done it in the past.

“Why doesn’t anyone just call them zombies? The opportunity is RIGHT there! Roamers, walkers--!! You can call people that! We walk AND roam! Just call them zombies for Christ sake!” 

❝ that...doesn’t sound like quite a good idea--- ya sure about doin’ that ? ❞

The redheaded man looked over his shoulder for the hundredth time as he had his way down the street. He just needed somewhere to hold up.

 eyes  peaked  back  to  jae ,  they  were  watery  ,  though  slowly  trying  to  recollect  herself ,   fighting  the  tear  to  remain  in  duct  and  not  let  it  show  more  than  it  already  has .  ❛   DONT ...  TELL  ME  WHAT  I  FEEL ,  JAE .   ❜  voice  may  have  wavered ,  but  it  was   strong  while  being  spoken . ❛ i  may  hate  myself  ,  but  that  has  nothing  to  do  with  how  i   feel  for  you .  it  doesn’t  change  the  fact  that  i  was  a  shell  until  you  came  along ,  it   doesn’t  change  the  fact  that  you  helped  me  find  myself  again .  if  you  don’t  love  me ,   thats   fine  .  but  dont  . . . don’t  take  away  what  i  feel  for  you . ❜ 

the apocalypse was perhaps kind to hyun-jae park. the girl hadn’t lived the best life before, found herself on the wrong side of the law when she was still just a kid. she did what she had to do to survive, something that everyone seemed to be doing these days. there’s a comfort in the solitude of the end of the world, though the girl does feel lonely sometimes. she’d never been good at making friends before, though, so it isn’t that different from how life was. she rounds a corner to find herself face to face with a stranger. instincts take over and her gun is raised, finger hovering on the trigger. she looks him over, sizes him up. he could be a problem, but she’ll give him a chance. “there’s nothing good back there.” gun is lowered as she speaks, but she keeps it tightly clutched in one hand. “just more of the dead.”