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“That’s enough-” He shouted, and shoved Carl back, covering the bite mark with his palm. “I am not having this conversation with you if you can’t- shit! You bit me!”

“Morning, sunshine.” Shane said, tugging the curtains open inside Carl’s trailer. “Maggie’s sending me out, and you’re coming with me. Come on and get dressed.”

       “Someone to annoy, huh? If that’s your attitude, it’s no wonder you’re always getting into trouble.” Nevertheless, he rose to his feet and dusted his pants off, checking (as he always did) to ensure that his pistol was still strapped to his thigh, and that the silencer was firmly in place. Not that it would do much, if and when he fired -- “silencer” was a poor term for it, and had been even before the outbreak. The amount of noise a gunshot produced with this thing on was still more than enough to draw any nearby hoards in. He would have been better off using a knife, but, years after the fact, he still couldn’t bring himself to touch the one he’d lifted from his former community. It just doesn’t feel right, he’d told Hal, once, and that was the most anybody had gotten out of him regarding the “no knives” rule. “I saw a couple of your people over that way. You could try for them.” By you, he meant we, but it was just too strange to say. Yet. Maybe someday soon.

she feels loss sometimes so deep it echoes inside her bones, her body, her ribcage. tired, tired, tired. she’s always tired, but there are people to be helped, and these people, these ones, she’s trying to help the most. it’s fucking amazing the skills you learn in the goddamn apocalypse. did you know she can help build a house now? and twist a man’s head right off their neck. fucking miraculous. “goddamn it,” she swears, and it feels odd, full mouth of sharp teeth, frontal fangs and all. she’s herself herself, the hellcat not her secret anymore. the costume’s worn for its protective qualities, but there’s no mask to hide her face. “no. you’re right. people assume safety so easily in something content. and they’re wrong if they think it won’t have an end.” she fidgets-- carl’s thrice her size, so much smaller than she, but she looks down at him and where he falls into her bulky, muscle-laden shadow, “--what can i do to help, carl?”

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