#nbecs

“I mean, we’re gonna die, it’s just a matter of time, why are you getting so uppity about it?”

Though they had only met recently, and they were still relative strangers, Piper still trusted Celeste, for some reason she didn’t know entirely. But it was nice, knowing someone who didn’t seem to mind how she was as a person, who didn’t mind how annoying she could be.

Though the pathways of the hospital were long and occasionally confusing, Piper seemed to know exactly where she could find her new friend, and walked the path carefully, checking the turnoffs around her to make sure she was entirely safe.

Soon enough, she came across a familiar face, and a smile spread across her own. “Hey, Celeste…” She started, her voice level, her heas held high, she was being better. But when Celeste responded with venom in her voice, a look if disgust on her face, she retreated into her shell slightly, her expression falling. “You know what, uh, never mind, it doesn’t matter.”

Though he was still in pain, and he was unable to even try being civil to anyone, Andy’s spirits lifted, along with his miserable expression, as soon as he saw the familiar blonde hair of one of his closest friends, the one who had been there fro him, even though he had been a terrible friend more than once.

Seeing Lori standing on the other side of the room, conversing, living, breathing, it was enough to make Andy forget the pain he felt for a little while, it made him forget the problems he faced. He crossed the room swiftly, standing behind the blonde, not too close, but close enough that he could hear her properly, the sound relaxing him further. If Lori was alive than maybe the world could go on spinning.

Clearing his throat slightly, alerting his friend to his arrival, he spoke quietly. “Lori...” The one word held more emotion than he cared to admit, but it was a well known fact that the pair of them tended to get emotional together. “I’m so happy to see you...”

( @lori--taylor )

( @crisroe )

For over a week that small piece of paper had weighed heavily in her pocket, in her mind. It was crinkled, slightly torn at one side, a bit singed from the flames that licked at Fall City too, but the depiction on the small square was one that both warmed her heard and made her blood run cold. Cristine and a young boy, probably her son by the way she looked at him.

Juliet had kept the photo safe somehow, intending on returning it to its rightful owner, the image depicting happier, better times. And while it had no sentimental meaning to the blonde, her mission of returning the photo being a reason to keep going through the never ending forests, ignore the butting of heads that had inevitably come to pass.

And now, seeing everyone who had survived all crammed into one part of an old abandoned hospital, Juliet had let out a sigh of relief. Things were different, but some things stayed the same, something she realised as she spotted Cris chatting with someone, talking animatedly, and she moved closer. “Cris… I think I have something of yours.”

“Well at least we have our impending demises to look forward to,” Logan tapped long fingers against the table, expectant eyes following the bottle that passed from tanned palms to pale. So maybe they had both had a little more than enough for the night, but since when did either of them practice the balanced art of self control? “What with being put on the B team and all. There’s about three people I’d rely on for a successful attack and one of them is sitting across from me so we’re screwed.”