#mxvirani.

First Zeki, then George. At this point Brooklyn really shouldn’t be jumping when she crossed paths with the living dead, but there was something about seeing faces that belonged to men dead longer than her son had existed that she just couldn’t get used to. And of course, out of all of the men, David had yet to be one of them. Seeing Mx, she stopped in her tracks, tent stake in hand. (If she’d showed up, she may as well join in; maybe a certain someone would have the same thought.) “You too, huh?” She half laughed, though she wasn’t entirely amused at the situation. If this was nothing but a cruel joke, just to make her lose the love of her life all over again before they’d officially met, she would burn this town to the ground herself. “It’s like a goddamn walking cemetery around here.”