Two Minds One Being

Since the epidemy blowed up, Gavin ran out of his town with what little he found and began looking for place to hide. It was already 3 months since he ran away from zombies. All that he had now was a few sandwiches and a bottle of water in his backpack and a gun that was attached to his belt, with small amount of ammo.

He kept himself away from bigger cities. He didn't want to ran into some huge hord of zombies. When he was running along some road, he heard a few cracks of leaves behind himself. It was a Clicker...

He crouched down and slowly came a little closer, aiming his gun and when he was sure that this shot will kill the creature he fired. Did he listen if there was other zombies? Of course not! Now he could hear them even too much.

The city had almost run out of food.  Even though she had set up her small camp up high were no Clicker could actually reach.  The lack of food was becoming more that a little annoying.  There wasn’t much left now.  Just a few convenience stores had some old sandwiches left.  She was surprised they weren’t full of mould by now.  The idea often had her stomach turn, especially when she considered what Cordyceps was.  Nope she couldn’t deal with the prospect of mouldy food, so she’d basically become a fruitarian unless she discovered some tinned food with a shelf life of years.

Right now she was foraging, there was a large bush of blackberries and it was only just on the outskirts of town.  Just under a flyover that led out into the countryside.  Though when she heard the gunshot she almost dropped the container of fruit.  Juliette had clearly worn out her welcome today and placed the top on the container and slipped it into her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. 

It was time to leave and she walked back towards the road, but on the way she could hear the moans of an excited hoard.  picking up the pace she found a sturdy tree and climbed up it enough so that she would be hard to be spotted by any Runner.  Keeping an eye out she soon realised they weren’t looking for her.

A set of angsty starters.

Change pronouns/wording as needed.

“They’ll hate you for this.”

“You’re making all the wrong choices.”

“I can’t save you from yourself.”

“You have to want to make the right choices.”

“This is helping no one!”

“You’re breaking my heart….”

“How could you do this?!”

“I didn’t mean for it to turn out like this!”

“You have to believe me!”

“Please! Help me!”

“You’ve doomed us all!”

“You’re…abandoning us?”

“Get out of here!”

“We don’t want you.”

“Never show your face around here again.”

“How dare you?!”

“You’re just going to save yourself and leave everyone else?”

“You hurt me.”

“I’m trying to help!”

“You need to help yourself.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“Why are you running away from everything?”

“I can’t trust you.”

“Why don’t you trust me?”

“Do you like hurting me?”

“I can’t let you do this.”

“You’ll be seen as a monster if you do this.”

“Do the ends justify the means?”

“Are you okay with losing your heart along the way?”

“I don’t think it’s worth the risk.”

“Please, just go!”

“I’ll be fine. Keep going.”

“I didn’t betray you!”

“Don’t listen to them!”

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Fuck!  This was a bad idea.  Juliette’s stress level spiked super high, if she still had her LED it would be blaring red under the hood.  Immediately she retreated a few steps and continued to hold her hands up.  She knew that the human was in pain and probably wasn’t going to be able to get a straight shot at her.  But she’d rather not risk both being damaged and exposed in one fell swoop.  That would guarantee her a shut down.  

“I work at the DPD as an assistant  to Captain Fowler.”   She replied quickly.  Giving her name would probably not be useful, why would this SWAT officer know a civvy assistant, though she might know her boss.  Juliette still held her hands up and shuffled her feet, “I was watching what was going on from the roof.”  with one hand she closed a fist with only one finger pointing up, her other hand still raised.  Probably be best to offer the reason for why she was breaking curfew right?  

“Please lower the gun, we both need to get out of here before any Androids or Military show up.”  Civilians were likely to be shot if a soldier thought they were an android so she really needed to stay out of sight and Tess would defiantly want to avoid more Androids unless she had a death wish.

“I can help you get of the street.”  She offered, and glanced back as the sound of more gunshots were heard close by. 

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“Or just let me be on my way.”  Juliette started back towards a chain link fence, she could easily vault it and run away.  

Preparing a cup of coffee just to pretend she was going to drink it Juliette heard the forlorn sigh and waited for someone else to reply thinking it was directed at some one and not just to the world or whoever might listen.  

“You might find happiness.”

open starter for everyone ╎ she loves hard ; single mom au verse

     Hana loved her daughter with every cell of her being. She was the reason to wake up every morning and the reason to come back home at night after a long day of work, and the little girl always put a smile on Hana’s face.

     Except for this morning. 

     Elana was a nice little girl but could turn into a real devil when she wanted to. Her morning tantrums had already exhausted Hana and she was on edge. She had to leave for a few days stakeout and Elana didn’t want her to go, so she decided that screaming and crying and do whatever’s possible to protest would be a good idea.

     Hana had called her mom as back up because there is no way Elana would have wanted to go to school this morning. Fortunately, the woman was shopping nearby and could come over quickly, freeing Hana to go to work.

Juliette was always early to work; she could sort out Fowler's files and organise much of the paperwork of the precinct with no human interference. She also watched others arrive from the glass walls of the Captain's office. She often indulged this habit of simply observing human interactions, from those who were brash like Gavin to those who were more reticent like Hank. It helped to form an idea of normal human interaction.

She watched as Hana had come in to work, tired as usual. From office chatter she knew the woman to have a child. It was hard to comprehend that amount of stress and exhaustion.

Fowler wasn't in just yet so Juliette decided to leave the safety of the office and venture into the human wilderness. She fetched Hana a coffee and walked over to the woman's desk

GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”