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@shctsfired​ said: § Harper and Sam § 👀

[ point + gun ] - @shctsfired​

“Whoa-- hey.”

He takes in the sight of the young blonde down the barrel of his pistol and instantly recognizes her as a survivor. Impressively, she was just as quick to pull her own weapon and now they have an issue to resolve. His grasp loosens on the grip of his gun, finger off the trigger but he keeps his aim steady. 

“Hey,” he says it again calmly, though his expression is weary with a raised brow and lips downturned, “Y’startled me. That’s all.”

   getting mauled by another hunter was not on his daily to-do list when he woke up this morning, but harper decided it’d be a great idea to find more ammo and much needed medkits in case another horde came through. which was going well until she went into the abandoned gas station and woke the ugly ass infected behind the counter. thankfully, dimitri’s had worse and the gashes and gaping bite wound to the neck isn’t too unbearable. however, the question makes him want to slam his head repeatedly into the nearest wall.  ❛ you mean being nearly torn to shreds and having my jugular bitten into? oh no, i feel peachy. ❜  eyes roll before he tosses harper a bottle of water.  ❛ hurry up before i bleed out and you have to carry my ass to the nearest safe house. ❜

▋ 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙎𝘼𝙁𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀.  .  .  .  .  🥃 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 @shctsfired​​ .  .  . ( drunk meme )  ┘

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She pumped her arms hard and made it through the doorway just in time to grab the door with both hands and slam it shut. The other side was full of thuds, slams, moans, gurgling, clicks, yelling. She whipped around to look for something to block the door. Rolling office chairs and lots of cubicles. Filing cabinet. She gripped it and pulled. “Come on come on come on,” she groaned, as the tall metal box fell to the ground with a loud bang, holding the door shut.

Her breaths were quick and heavy. Her throat burned, her legs burned, her arms hurt. She heard more yelling and moans coming from behind her, getting closer fast. “For fuck sake!” She looked around wildly, her flashlight only illuminating a little of the office space at a time. She went to move to another door but was tackled and slammed up against a wall.

  IF  HE  HAD  A  DOLLAR  for  every  time  someone  got  caught  out  in  the  harsh  nola  storms  in  the  dead  of  night,  he’d  probably  have  enough  money  to  buy  himself  a  vaccine  along  with  a  free  pass  back  into  humanity.  but  he  doesn’t  blame  her  much,  after  all  there  were  no  more  meteorologists  to  give  the  daily  forecast  about  the  upcoming  weather  and  not  all  humans  could  smell  the  rain  in  the  air  like  dimitri  could.  born  and  raised  in  this  place  all  his  life,  he’s  learned  the  quarter  and  all  her  mood  swings  with  mother  nature.  ❛  we’re  almost  there,  ❜    he  breathes  out  quietly,  ignoring  the  brief  grasps  on  his  shoulder  from  her  as  they  wade  through  knee-deep  waters.  balance  came  easy  for  the  hunter,  but  given  the  unseen  debris  and  corpses  below,  then  that  was  a  serious  doozy  to  a  non-infected.

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

. The Governor peers curiously down. A vague red slick is sinking into the silver filigree of his clodhopper’s metal toe. He could make a joke about spit-shine, but he’s too fucking annoyed. 

. “Ain’t your mama told you it’s rude to spit at people?” He smiles coldly. Philip grabs the woman by the chin and looks into her face, studying the eggplant-like swelling of her busted lower lip. He pushes the callused tip of his index finger onto the split in the flesh, then gives a soft hiss of sympathy. “You really oughtta be grateful that my guys scooped your ass up outta the shit. Ain’t no fuckin’ manners these days.” 

. He grins and lets go.