#fairvalestart

where: hard times

when: whenever

after every successful supply run (successful meaning she came back through the gates of fairvale relatively uninjured or simply that she came back at all) colette usually liked to spend a little of her hard earned tokens drowning her sorrows celebrating the win. 

on the road booze had been in short supply, and the few times mateo and her had stumbled upon a little treasure trove she hadn’t wanted to let her guard down too much to indulge all that much well aware that out in the open keeping her wits about her was the number one priority.

now though, safe behind high walls, now she could let go.

drink in hand she slid into the first open stool she came across, grinning at the person next to her. “you gonna sit here moping all night or do you wanna have a little fun instead?”

There was a clang of metal against metal followed by a frustrated stream of curses coming out from beneath the hood of a car, Javi hunched over it. Since arriving at Fairvale only a couple months prior he’d finally gotten the chance to throw himself back into some more familiar work, something far more easing of the mind than a battle against the zombie hordes beyond these protective walls. Or, as he’d come to know far more intimately than he would have liked, the even worse enemy that could be other survivors in this world.

At the flicker of movement in his peripheral vision Javier’s eyes shift in the other’s direction, trying to ignore the flush of adrenaline in his veins at even the notion of someone sneaking up on him - even though he was rather certain they hadn’t intended to. Fairvale...it was safe. These people were good. He wished he just didn’t have to keep reminding himself of it. 

where: common grounds

when: early morning, monday the 15th of june 2020

too many people...there were too many people for being so early in the morning and holly was in no way equipped to deal with it. arms wrapped defensively around herself as she stood in line waiting to be served and trying to convince herself in no uncertain terms that being at work was better than hiding away under the covers in her bed, she gnawed at her bottom lip as she glanced around.

‘ fuck, ’ he mutters under his breath after the first swig. ‘ people actually drink this shit? ’ it’s not that he’s not aware of the other’s gaze on him, but he doesn’t blame them for staring. he’s sure he must be a real sight right now, lounging on the grass with half of his tank top stained with the reddish brown of dried blood. there’s a long gash along his upper arm from where he’d gotten caught in a chain link fence during that morning’s supply run, but his tetanus booster is up to date—death by rusty metal would be such an uncool way to die—and he’s gotten roughed up enough times to know when an injury looks worse than it actually is.