#pitts;start

"You know what I miss most?" Her smile was distant, far from the hunger and horrors that gnawed at them. "That cucumber melon lotion. You know the one with the gingham label." She turned to the person beside her. "Do you remember or am I showing my age again?"

❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 ! ❜ honey tones greet the other, sweet and innocent in sound but there's definitely something devilish beneath the surface. she wasn't climbing the fence to escape. was she climbing the fence ? yes. escaping ? no. she had always been just that little bit untrustworthy, hence the garnered moniker that she had adopted, but there was an innocent reason behind her early morning climb. ❛ i just wanted to watch the sunrise. ❜

location : west border wall, inside the qz

triggers : blood, violence mention

time was running out. while frankie’s calculations had been aligned for his benefit before & during his trip to the outside, as soon as he had scurried his way back into the quarantine zone, the odds stopped playing on his favor. he had encountered a group of four— no, six— raiders he hadn’t notice until it was too late; he knew the fatigue caused by the famine had taken a toll on him & yet, he kept doing what he was best at : his goddamn job. getting jumped on by a bunch of young idiots wasn’t stopping him.

"Finally", the man sighed, one of relief and gratefulness. It had been a long two weeks, especially with the extra patrols for the missing. Shoveling food into his mouth didn't stop him from speaking. "I was starting to think that truck would never come."

Lara had been approached by a nurse about another patient waiting in the tent for her. She was on her break, hungry since she had gone to work without eating first. She had hoped to eat in peace, long enough to enjoy the food but that wasn’t going to happen. Being a doctor was tough and stressful but she knew what she signed up for. Nodding, she sets tosses her food out, washed her hands and headed in, taking the file from the nurse and looking over it as she spoke. “Alright, what seems to be the problem?” She asked, glancing over the next page then looks up at the patient sitting on the cot.