#mabile

Tuesdays at Lunar Heights were typically slow. They were lucky if they got a handful of regulars, which really..was not a bad thing in Jaxon's book. For one, it provided him with the opportunity to send his staff home early and second, get his own hands dirty behind the bar, which he hadn't experienced nearly enough lately. He had missed it, really.. the quiet satisfaction in the methodical wiping of glasses, the occasional small talk. It almost made him forget how crazy things were outside of these four walls.

Reed was in the middle of just that when a soft chime from the bell above the door broke the silence. His head snapped up, his worn-out dishcloth pausing mid-wipe just in time to see a new face walk in, their eyes meeting across the room. Nothing about that should have felt unusual. Not really. But as she got closer, Reed couldn't help but get the odd sense that his evening was about to change.

"Evening," he said, his voice a low rumble. He gestured with the dishcloth toward the empty stools. "Grab a seat wherever you like. What can I get for you?"

Status: Closed @madmabzaman

When: Zombie AU

Where: I4 - An old convenience store

Five days. That is how long it had been since they'd run out of their last supplies. Five days of empty stomachs and frayed nerves --ten days since they'd last been to see their little girl. Perhaps that was why they hadn't been as careful as they ought to have been when they decided to raid that old convenience store. Inside it was dark, cold and covered with mold but at least they had managed to get their hands on a few cans and wire cutters before shit went south.

The 'south' came not from the front door, or the ragged hole where the back window used to be, but from the faint, rhythmic thudding that started in the ceiling above. It sounded heavy, wet, and too methodical for the wind..almost like something was being pulled across the brittle drop-tiles. It was then when the ceiling at the far end of the store collapsed, showering the ruined products below with debris and two of about four of those creatures. Outside, the groans and moans grew louder too. "Shit." Jaxon hissed, taking a step forward in front of Mab. They had been too greedy, too loud. They had lingered..and now they were fucking trapped. "The back door, Mab. Now!" The wolf yanked his machete and with all strength he had left shoved a shelf down in front of the zombies, hoping to slow them down long enough for her to run.

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The best way to define how Jaxon feels about Mabile is 'it's complicated'. She intrigues him and there is unmistakable chemistry, but it is hard to tell whether they really know each other or it's all about the versions of themselves during the Zombie AU. If that were the case, he'd like to change that.