sanctuary

rory   merely   pokes   her   head   in   from   her   stance   at   the   door.   she   remembers   that   there   is   a   child   in   this   campsite   (   the   leader’s   daughter,   no   less   )   and   there   is   little   that   rory   knows   about   kids   other   than   …   well,   stay   away   from   them.   “sorry,”   she   starts   with   a   whisper.   “there’s   like,   this   weird   thing   happening   outside   right   now…?   and   i   was   practically   dragged   down   here   to   ask   what   you   wanted   to   do   about   it   —”   a   roll   of   her   eyes,   unaware   at   the   raise   of   her   voice.   “–   apparently,   my   opinions   don’t   matter.”   

she offers rory a small smile as she enters the room, but her eyebrows raise at her vagueness. “it’s not that old guy who acts like he’s injured to swipe your stuff again, is it? because he already took a bunch of rations from our scouts the other day,” she huffed. when she’d first heard the story, it vaguely reminded her of the crazies you’d see downtown who smelled like they’d never heard of a bath and screamed in your face when you walked by. but then, she couldn’t judge— everyone was doing what they could to survive. claire glanced back at rena who was sound asleep, and decided that she would be okay on her own for a few minutes, so long as they were inside the walls of the hotel. “i’ll go back down with you— lead the way.”

‘  claire. good to see you.  ’ he doesn’t bristle when he enters the room, not exactly, but there is a distinct discomfort in his gait. drisco’s got themselves a decent set - up, he’s willing to acknowledge that, but the alliance they have is what’s important here. it’s later than he’d usually be out past fort point, but his job is never done. he glances at the guard as he strides past, arms crossed over his chest.  ‘  thank you for seeing me so late. i just had a few questions for you. i was in the area.  ’ for what, he doesn’t say, but they’ve all got their reasons. his pockets are just a little heavier than usual.

     with a short nod, claire dismisses the guard that escorted vivian there, who she hoped wouldn’t take offense — it was a general precaution. anyone with half a brain would know that you couldn’t be overly trusting of people these days; even people you call friends. “of course, er— have a seat,” she gave him a polite smile, gesturing to the two armchairs that were placed across from her bed. she sat in one. “what did you need to ask?”

it was safe to say that scavenging was amongst alex’s least favorite things to do, but sometimes he had to grow up, face his fears, get out there, and dig through junk for scraps. it was just the way of the world. 

he wasn’t far from the wharf in a building that had seemed pretty quiet. there wasn’t much, of course, but he shoved bits of plastic and metal in his bag regardless to use for different things at camp. he froze when he heard footsteps enter the house, immediately reaching for his rifle. he turned around, crept silently towards the front room, lifted the gun, and-

“what the fuck are you doing? i could’ve killed you,” he snapped, heart exploding when he saw what- who- it was.

     by now it, it wasn’t much of a surprise to the members residing in hotel that their leader did not like asking others to do personal favours for her, no matter how much some may insist. she was not going to hide behind walls because it was ‘ too dangerous. ‘ 

and that’s what brought her there, deep into the city. personal things, such as clothes and supplies for rena, claire had always tried to scavenge herself. now, as it were, she was running rather low on diapers, which was the objective to her little excursion as she stepped into a peaceful looking house, but her handgun of choice was still out for any biters that may have been lurking about.

she was not, however, expecting someone alive. “alex!” she had recognized him as the wharf’s deputy, and lowered her own gun. “i’m sorry, i didn’t realize anyone was in here.”

there’s a rumor running around about a survivor called claire lavellan. they are said to be thirty one years old, from london, uk, and have been labeled the guardian. fitting, considering that they are reported to be caring and optimistic, as well as overprotective and clingy. they reside in hotel drisco and are a leader. apparently they are a heterosexual cancer. red wine and nurseries.

hey y’all, it’s hannah here with your local apocalypse mom ready to bounce back into action. tw: miscarriage, death, car accidents.