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t’challa got to his feet, dark eyes staring around the place, trying to figure out where he was and what had just happened. the last thing he remembered was realising that his body was fading away. realising that he was dying. and now this. waking up here, in this unfamiliar and confusing place. “where am i...?” he muttered to himself.
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Sitting quietly on one of the old discarded barricades, Bilbo has Sting dangling from his finger tips. He’s keeping watch over the cracks in the wall. Making sure nothing slips in and threatens the little sanctuary they have. No one’s asked this of him, but he finds it hard to fill the days when there is little more to do than fighting corpses. He dare not pull out his pipe and relax, there’s no time for such luxuries in the end of the world.
Once again he finds himself wondering just why he was pulled to this place. Why he was one of the chosen to fight these hoards. How he was pulled form his peaceful home to such chaos. Literal chaos running up and down the street. Lips purse as he looks down at his, once again, dirty hands. This isn’t as crazy as the battle for Erebor, not nearly as turbulent, but it comes close he thinks. Orcs are only so much better than the undead. They even smell the same.
When he registers a voice coming from behind him, it’s too late. They’ve already said their peace and he hadn’t heard a thing. It’s been a few hours since he’d seen any of the other survivors so he wasn’t exactly expecting company at this time. He blinks once before turning around, offering up a face of remorse.
“Sorry, didn’t hear that last bit.” Bilbo says easily enough, squinting over at the figure.
with a final swing of his silver sword & a grunt , the last necrophage’s head flew from it’s body. blood spurted & flesh oozed as whatever life it had left it’s body. then , with a gruff sigh , geralt took out a cloth & cleaned his silver sword before putting it in one of the two sheaths on his back. “ how many of those are here ? “ he hadn’t seen this many in one place before.
this wasn’t right.
Allison was startled, naturally, when she woke up. The fact that she had woken up at all was a miracle, considering just a few months prior, or was it longer, she had died. She remembered being in Scott’s arms as he tried to take her pain, comforting him and accepting her fate.
Yet, here she was, standing in a jacket, dress, and tights, eerily similar to the one she died in, somewhere in a town she didn’t recognize. It was baffling, but her first instinct was to find somewhere safe, to figure out where she was and how. She couldn’t be alone, but the dismal surroundings seemed to suggest otherwise. Perhaps this was some trick? She was still dead and this was just some hellish after she got stuck in.
So, off she went, watching carefully where she went and trying to remain as quiet and cautious as possible. She was painfully aware of how thirsty and hungry she was, and she wondered how long it had really been. If she saw somebody, she decided, she’d try to figure out where they were and how she could get some food and water.
“Hey, you!” Allison’s voice was raspy and harsh coming from her throat, as she tried to call out to the figure she saw turned away from her. Her hand instinctively went to grab for the Chinese ring daggers she owned, and she found a knife conveniently strapped to her upper right thigh. She was surprised as she hadn’t noticed it before, assumedly just due to it being such a familiar sensation, yet she couldn’t truly decipher at that moment.
“Where are we?” She called out again, hoping to catch their attention and get some answers.
roughly, the bat in her hands crushes the skull of the walker as she continually hits it, saving the person it’d been attacking just moments earlier. when it was finally dead, she wiped the sweat off her brow and turned to them. “you’re welcome.” she huffed, out of breath. “you need help getting up?”
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with a bone-chilling CRACK, the short woman with messy blonde hair broke the thief’s finger, a wicked grin on her face as he clutched his hand in pain. just moments earlier, he’d gone for some of her food when he thought she wasn’t looking, and that had obviously backfired as she reacted harshly. “if you try -,” she began, her eyes narrowed at those around her, her mouth half full of food while she pointed a butter knife at them all. “i break yours next.” she threatened, the wicked grin returning to her face.
new beginning (open starter)
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that Maya was lost without Riley.
Truthfully, the blonde had always looked to her best friend to see the best in things, situations, and people. She was the optimist, always looking for the brightness in the world. Meanwhile, Maya was always rougher around the edges, haunted by a past that would not let go, and therefore was always more likely to see the darker side of a situation.
Waking up in Blackpool was definitely one of those times. She had no clue how she got there, or when, or even why. All she knew was that she had finals finishing in a few days and she couldn’t afford to miss it. Clearly, this place seemed downright apocalyptic, but there had to be somewhere with cell service, right?
Maya knew she shouldn’t stand in one place long, not with shadows looming on the horizon and the sun slipping down, casting it’s last rays out before the moon overtook the sky. She would have to find somewhere to stay, at least until she figured out where she was and how far from home she was. As soon as that was established, she would be gone.
With plenty of worry on her mind and a tension obvious in her posture, she headed in a random direction, hoping to run into somebody in this godforsaken place.
glenn rhee has fallen into his role as a leader alongside his wife, as a father of a baby more perfect than he ever could have dreamed. hershel is cradled in his arms now, wrapped up in a blanket so soft that he thinks it must be brand new. such luxuries would be lost soon, but he’s grateful that the baby can have them now. he walks the streets carefully and quietly, a gun tucked safely in its holster and a knife more readily available. the walkers in the area are dead, and what’s left is the living, the traumatized, the ones who still believed that walkers are the worst thing in this world. he hoped they would never know how much more awful it would be.
he glances at the person beside him, attempting to smile ( he doesn’t smile at much these days, except maggie and hershel ). “holding up okay?”
