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“I don’t think it’s too bad -” he winces, watching blood pool from between the cracks in his fingers. His hand is pressed to his chest, trying to staunch the blood flow from a bullet wound sustained only a few minutes ago.

            ----- ‘ YOU DON’T HAVE TO KEEP looking at me like that --- ‘ the stares from every - she should have gotten used to them by now, except micah definitely has NOT gotten used to them - maybe down the line the deputy will eventually ignore them but now - the looks from everyone were just one thing that annoyed her.

          “ knock knock, ” she says, stopping her cart short of the door and peaking her head inside. “ i picked up some books from my rounds and have some cloth from recycled clothing if you’re interested. ” trading among a small group of people wasn’t exactly easy. especially when most of them hated her for even being there in the first place. but, she held her head high and made her way around regardless of what they thought. she loved her job before they were put into the bunker, and she wasn’t going to stop just because people didn’t like her. “ i even have some pieces of wood that’s no longer being used. i suppose they could be carved or used for a shelf or something like that too. ” a smile is offered up to the woman as she steps back and digs through the cart again. “ anything you’re looking for? ”

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“Three guesses.” there’s a copious amount of spite in his tone as he raises his bottle of beer up to his lips and takes a healthy swig. Fucking stress of it all is gonna eat him alive.

soma starters // ACCEPTING

                                                               ( @givncs )

          His hands were sturdy — as they always were. They were full of purpose and held no hesitation. He was a man with purpose, even if some might disagree with that purpose. Joseph was blessed with GREAT purpose. He was following the Voice’s guidance and leading his flock onward to a better beginning. There was a dry laugh that caught in his throat. All-knowing eyes staring right through the woman’s form.

          She was a ghost to him. As if he could see right down to her soul and pluck it from her. It was that eerie glance that unsettled most that fell into his clutches. But she was John’s pet project. Not his own. Yet, everything that was John’s was his own. The communion of brothers.

                              That never stopped him from doing anything before.

          Either hand was gently rested on her face with that confident grasp, steadying her as he examined her sinful spirit. “Do you speak of society, my child? Of the world?” His voice was clear with a distinct lilt on certain syllables. His thumb traced over her cheekbone as it flaked off some of the dried blood upon her skin. John’s doing. He could see more fresh wounds decorating the exposed parts of her arms. “I know of the corruption that rots the land beyond this place. We have carved out our little piece of Eden here and we intend on keeping it that way.” A somber, warning tone crept in. He leaned in ever closer.