#youkilloryoudie

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH UR AMAZING TBH. I think i originally found u on my jack blog, and then found u over here. i luv the gov, he was a really dynamic antagonist and it's like experiencing an au of the actual show when i read what u write. same with milton, who was criminally underrated lets be real. and ur sense of humor is HILARIOUS, ur a legit joy to be around in every aspect

Since being brought to this packed tight town, Francis’ mood went from indifferent to sour. The people here in this town seemed far too happy and cheerful. Almost as if they WEREN’T being trapped inside these walls. The biker knew how these places went. The guy in charge would say it’s meant to keep the bad things out...when in reality it was quite the opposite.

Francis supposed he’d feel better about being here if he had his gun. Sure, his knife was still on his person, seeing as he smuggled the damn thing in, but Francis knew better than to bring a knife to a gun fight.

Some cheery women walked passed him, growing silent and skittish under his murderous stare. Brought in to be kept safe? Fuck that. Francis would rather be out there killing the damn vampires rather than staying in here and acting like nothing was wrong!! His frown only worsened by the second. To get his weapons back, the guys at the wall told him, he’d have to talk to this Governor guy. One of the guards said they’d go and grab him, but he was taking too. Damn. Long.

She knew exactly why she hadn't mentioned that her mother was-- the way she was. Because people were right to be afraid of her and maybe he would have said she couldn't come back here anymore. The girl looked down, reaction like clockwork. Gentle reprimands, in her experience, came before much worse.

Anyone who wasn't like them was wrong and bad, but they often collected people who had become strays and agreed with what her mother and Beta said. So it wasn't entirely 'us vs them', not to her. Not yet.

"I'm not alone." Rather than an attempt at a bluffing threat, instead the six year old just seemed to think he wasn't very bright. Mask in her fingers behind her back, Lydia looked at the car on its side; dead fingers clawing at the windows. Now, when Beta found her, maybe she wouldn't be in trouble. She had found guardians for the pack, and maybe a new person for it too.