CLEMENTINE DIDN’T NEED TO WORRY TOO MUCH ABOUT BEING SNEAKY, rather infamous for his insufferable snoring, the leader was zonked.  it was rare for the leader to go under as deeply as he did, let alone felt the ease to fall asleep.   laid on his mattress, his letterman jacket discarded over the back of his office chair and boots lazily sat at his beside; holey, worn socks sat over the end of the bed ( toes almost touch the floor from his rather generous growth spurt ) and his forearm draped across his face subconsciously to block out the sun from the balcony door when it’s beams finally reached his form, his chest lifting and falling with each buzzsaw-- breath.

   MARLON never even sawed through the next log when the crackers went off.   THE FRENZY of snaps and bangs that sound off in his room shot him up so fast he was surprised he didn’t get whiplash; blue eyes snap open, he shrieks, still delirious with sleep and the adrenaline could only clear your cotton-filled head so fast and his back slams into the wall, instinctively his arms come up to shield himself from the smoke and sparks.      ❝ –    WHAT THE FUC-- ❞  FIRECRACKERS!?  he thought they ran out of those years back, an effective walker bait to draw them to one location to the next.   when the last of the explosives had finally popped and nothing more than a cloud of grey smoke and strong smell of black powder.   his forearms lower, and a hand is placed over his panicking heart to soothe it, it feeling like a bird trying to flit out of it’s cage.   it didn’t take long for the shock, to turn to ANGER. 

          It was with a stroke of LUCK that, not only had her dad forgotten to take the phone with him to work tonight in his rush to leave, but also that he was working late and wouldn’t be home until two or three in the morning. Sarah reminded herself to place the phone back in its hiding spot before she went to bed for the night, but she also wanted to talk to Clementine for as long as possible. When her friend mentioned her father, the bespectacled girl felt her shoulders slump as she remembered everything that had transpired from the moment he’d received the phone call during his break at the hospital. She twirled her dark hair around her finger, a clear sign that she was apprehensive. Not even the purrs from Pepper, her gray tabby cat, could ease the troubles from her weary mind.

          “I...” She stopped, inwardly rehearsing her words as carefully as she could. “Well, he...kind of got angry after he found out what happened. He said he was disappointed in me.” Her face fell as the reminder of those awful words set in. Sarah hated knowing that she’d done something that made her father unhappy. She steered herself, hardly prepared for even a second. “And, um...he said some other things.”

send me  ☕️ for a mini playlist of our muses // @puzzlepcice !!