#miloutzy

All in all, Kara didn’t find the zombie apocalypse to be too intimidating. With her unbreakable skin, super speed, and laser vision, she was pretty well protected against bites and attacks. She could also take good care of those around her, and so could Alex, as long as there were plenty of bullets and big guns. Alex was really the only reason she felt comfortable leaving the small group of survivors to go find food every few days, as she knew her older sister was capable of keeping everyone safe in her absence.

As she flew through the air over the decimated landscape of National City, she glanced at Cat Co. and grimaced, wishing she knew where Cat had dove off to all those months before. She missed her boss and hoped she was well, wherever in the world she was. She couldn’t keep wallowing in what she didn’t know, however, so she altered her flight plan to go more directly back to the camp out in the desert. The old DEO facility had turned out to be a pretty good hiding spot, what with its security measures and weapons array.

Landing, she frowned. Normally, there were half a dozen people waiting to greet her and take the supplies inside. Now, though, there was nobody. She didn’t mind carrying the bags in, but worry began to gnaw at her stomach. There was blood on the door, which was cocked open. She stopped. She dropped the bags.

Sprinting into the facility, she listened for the sound of heartbeats and followed the path to a locked door, the outside of which was thronged with zombies. Blasting them away with heat vision and fists, she cleared the horde out and yanked the doors open.

She found Alex immediately, eyes downcast and shoulders hunched. She counted through the other survivors, all of whom were fine but shaken. Finally, she realized Lena was on the floor with a rag pressed to her ankle. Heart in her throat, Kara all but flew over and grabbed her hand.

“Did it bite you?”

Lena managed to pry an eye open. For a moment, her lips moved without noise; then her tongue dabbed them moist, and she tried again, “No. Kara, I’m fine.”

“But your ankle--”

“I tripped.” Lena closed her eyes again. “Got cut open. That’s how they followed us here. The blood.”

Rules: Answer 20 questions and tag 20 amazing people you would like to get to know better.

Name: Romane

Nickname: None (sad I know)

Birth Month: July

Height: 1m64, 5′4

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Orientation: Lesbian

Favorite Fruit: Banana (or kiwi)

Favorite Season: Summer

Favorite Book: A Study In Scarlet...? Maybe? (SO HARD TO CHOOSE)

Favorite Flowers: Camelias? Tulipes? Hmmm...

Favorite Scent: Recently cut grass

Favorite Animal: DRAGONS (yes it counts)

Favorite Beverage: Coffee

Average Hours of Sleep: 8/10

Favorite Fictional Characters: Ron Wealsey, Sam Winshester... mostly

Number of Blankets You Sleep With: 1/2 depending the season

Dream Trip: Alaska

Blog Created: 2013 I thiiinnk...

Number of followers: 352

Tagging @perpetuallynocturnal, @pipariperho, @runningforprussia, @roublardise aaannd I can’t thing of other urls rn i’m drinking wine and eating pizza so you 4 will be my 20, right? x’)

Rules: Answer 20 questions and tag 20 amazing people you would like to get to know better.

Name: Hélène

Nickname: Lélène ? Not really tho

Birth Month: January

Height: 1m60 (5′2 ?)

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Orientation: Pan

Favorite Fruit: Raspberries !!

Favorite Season: Autumn

Favorite Book: Humm maybe “Satan était un ange” or “Le miroir de Cassandre” ? (or maybe “La nuit des temps”.........><)

Favorite Flowers: (red) Lilies <3

Favorite Scent: Pastries in the oven ? That “baby cream” smell ? idk

Favorite Animal: Don’t make me choose between cats and dogs ! I can’t T^T

Favorite Beverage: Hot cocoa or Cherry Cider

Average Hours of Sleep: 7

Favorite Fictional Characters: How am I suppose to answer that ? x)

Number of Blankets You Sleep With: Just a sheet in summer, otherwise a duvet.

Dream Trip: Iceland !

Blog Created:

Number of followers: 9 xP

Yeah, I think it’s very easy for people to frown upon selling when they’ve never been in the position to want or need to and for whatever reason are able to disconnect their buying of horses from the act of selling them (which literally makes no sense because they go hand in hand). I don’t deny that there are crappy sales people out there, but they should be the target for sales related distaste, not the people who actually do their part with being honest and upstanding.