#hauntedfriends

      SHE’S WORSE FOR WEAR, and cherry has absolutely seen better days. grease and dirt adorns tan skin, hair dangling from a sloppy bun resting atop her head. but what’ll really catch attention? the blaster holes still singed and burnt in her jacket. she looks up, huffing softly and blowing a strand of hair from her face.

      ‘ this? ’ she laughs. ‘ oh, this is nothin’. just some monochrome bastards mad i jacked their shit! ’

     PEOPLE RARELY come to his cabin lost somewhere in zone 4, either because of its decaying, somehow scary exterior or because of its resident. Thus, it kind of surprises him to see a car speeding down the road - a vehicle unknown to him until it is closer. Oh. Nny thought he would never see him again. Leaning against the outside wall of his home, arms crossed on his chest, eyebrows raised, he waits for the car to stop and the driver to get off, then - and only then - he speaks.

          *  NOSE  SCRUNCHES   /   PEERING  THROUGH  GLOOM.   concern  etches  itself  onto  too-innocent  features,  voice  raising  to  be  heard  over  the  howl  of  sandstorm  battering  diner  windows,   ❛   have  you  got  somethin’  in  your  eye  ?   ❜   

                she  still  believes  in  those  creatures .  +  she  still  drives  cross  country  to  find  them .  despite  having  to  give  up  her  pacifistic  ways  out  of  necessity ,  she  still  enjoys  it .  (  she  particularly  hates  california ,  however ,  where  she  finds  herself  now .  even  if  fresno  is  no  longer  there ,  she ’ s  sure  the  nightwalkers  are .  )  but  still ,  she  drives ,  becoming  something  of  a  cryptid  herself .