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[ID: A quote reading: "a burnt child loves the fire." END ID]
Victoria Pedretti photographed by Mack Breeden
Closed: With Maple (@untemperd) in their shared apartment.
"Well that went over well," she stated as she entered their shared space after getting into a bickering match with one of the other residents. "I get people are upset, but you'd think people actually knew them." All of this was circumstantial. If they weren't trapped in this apartment and it wasn't the end of the world, the likelihood that anyone would care for more than fifteen minutes about the death of Fred and Diane was minimal.
"What did they want us to do? Bring them back here?" Devon thought those who were being super emotional about the whole thing had the slightest clue of how difficult the terrain was out there. If it weren't for their crew going out and sacrificing their own lives, they'd all be withering away. "Also, fucking Hobbs. What an idiot," she sighed before tossing her body on the couch. "I wouldn't be surprised if that's why he broke up with his ex. Such a moron."
once the initial shock , hurt , and fear passed came pure exhaustion. flopping onto the bed , maple gripped the light yellow pillow and let out a muffled scream. she can still see the eyes of their peers widening , the gasped shock as fingers pointed and accusations followed. maple wanted it out. their eyes squint together , tears collecting in the cotton , but the images refused to fade. " people did know them , devon. we knew them. they were important and . . . " they suck in a deep breath " i fucked this all up for everyone. " that day replays in their head frequently , even worse now knowing how disastrous keeping it hidden from the others turned out to be. " hobbs does have an affinity of not thinking of the consequences , that's true , but people probably would've found out anyway. we should've told everyone from the start , now it looks so much worse than the truth. "
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the familiar voice that follows the echoes of her own brings maple to a standstill , allowing her to catch the breath that trembles in her chest. it's haggard and burns in their lungs but for the moment each breath becomes slower and deeper until maple finally feels strong enough to turn. gripping the railing , maple pushes away tears , their vision focusing on the features of jun--- relieved to see more concern than that of anger between his brows. " i'm sorry , i just thought you were someone more . . . on the side of that new committee. " they huff out , slowly shrinking down onto the step , the cold concrete helping maple continue to stabilize from the rush of emotions that built during the lobby meeting. maple pauses , " did you just say that you bite? "

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open to : EVERYONE ! location : the LOBBY into STAIRWELL ! timeline : end of CHAPTER ONE !
“ no , please you just --- have to understand. ” hands that tremble push back strands of greasy hair , maple's voice that has always been quiet easily becoming lost in the swarm of shocked and ( rightfully ? ) angry exclamations of the other residents. teary eyed hues fret back and forth for a friendly face , but none meet maple's gaze , just that of the FINGER of a self appointed committee member pointing between their eyes , shouting of lies and treachery and murder.
with a labored breath , maple turns , pushing the finger away and searching for the nearest exit. like a tired swimmer fighting against an ocean wave , maple is left exhausted trying to get through the frenzying crowd. when she makes it to the stairwell , the accusations and shouting ricochet off of the empty steps. “ stop , please. i don't know what to say to make it any less bad. ” she calls back , desperately , at whoever's footsteps were following theirs.
❨ open for anyone יִ ❩ ╳ location: lobby .
it was nearing nightfall which was ever - the - more eerier, now that they were finally beginning to understand what was awaiting them. it was frustrating, to say the least. not having much skill to fight, let alone negotiate some harmony. alfie understood people were restless, but they were beginning to run short on water and food. the weather was getting colder, too. it wasn’t exactly an ideal living situation. let alone the fact they had a handful of children under their roof to take care of. it would be understandable for one to feel as though they were beginning to lose their mind.
alfie turns to the other, perhaps a face they had recognized during the meeting. ❝ i don’t know about you, man. i’m still waiting for someone to yell, ‘ cut ’ ! like i’m on a weird tlc reality show or something. ❞
most nights , maple lingered as long as she could in the presence of others. though usually she didn't interact , the reminder that she was alive and others were too brought more comfort than the frozen sheets of their bedroom where nightmares usually laid in wait and dread of what tomorrow could bring festered. sometimes they spoke with others , but always the quiet one , maple mostly kept to their pencil and journal. chewing on the long eraser empty end of their pencil ( struggling with a new stanza ) , their ears perked up and turned to the other--- surprised and delighted to get to know another resident. “ yeah , i feel the same way. it's like mtv's punk'd and stephen king got together to create the best , worst prank ever. ”
open to everyone time: present (2009) location: lobby
months had passed since the start of the outbreak. even though people beginning to accept that this may our lives now, there was still a restless energy permeating the apartments. it was all too common to see people walking, sitting, or working in various places around the complex — all the try to alleviate the helplessness that comes with knowing there was no way to get back to how we were before. in a twisted way, the apartment looked more like a community now than it ever did before. jenny sat hunched over a table in the lobby, sketching some of her fellow residents who milled about. her eyes went up and down a few times between her paper and the nearby resident before she made eye contact. “you look like shit,” she said as she leaned back, dropping her pencil on top of her drawings. quickly trying to course-correct she added, “i mean, you look like you feel like shit.”
everyone had seen the terrors of this new world. no one was left unscathed and their recent rendezvous alongside the daily suppliers certainly left unforgettable horrors in the eyes of maple hargrove. by now, months into this new role she jumped into, the poet figured at some point it would become easier--- but it became the opposite. sure, she became more evolved in using firearms and while fears still grips them it was easier for them to now bypass such strongholds. but that was all mechanics. their body going into auto-pilot to get things done. remembering the beauty of the world, continuing to pray better days were coming, and hoping everyone would live to see the end of this was dwindling. that was what NEVER became easier. it wasn't exhaustion that slowly ladled out who she was--- it was her growing despair. and it weighed heavy. “ i'd say both statements are spot on. ” maple wasn't insulted, never caring much about their looks before. however, she did take note. being a lookout was only one half of her role. the other was feigning confidence that everything was okay. “ if you have any spare face cream or mascara though, i'd be more than grateful. what're you drawing? ” maple steps up, gently placing their crossbow down on the table and plopping down in an empty seat.
OPEN TO everyone. LOCATION some hallway of the complex.
hobbs took precaution in his analysis of those with trembling hands. the cold was inescapable at this point , but so was the infection. besides , he didn’t exactly know the whereabouts of everyone all the time , but he’d seen ENOUGH out there to tell the difference between early infection and someone who needed a jacket.
“ listen , you didn’t ask for any advice , but my suggestion ? ” tone remains unwavering at his approach , steady and calm before his gaze wanders in the slightest towards their surroundings. with a clear coast at hand , hobbs returns his attention to them before dropping to a lower volume when he speaks next. “ holland used to be a fuckin’ fabric fanatic. if you’re cold , her door’s not exactly gonna be locked all the time anymore. ” confirmation of the neighbor’s disappearance , not just inability to show up , comes through minor implications. she’d failed to show up at their latest meeting , even the morning before that , and it didn’t take a GENIUS to put two and two together.
it was cold , practically freezing. wintertime in boston was not an easy foe to battle year by year--- especially given the califorinan blood that burned through her veins that craved scorching sunlight rather than crystallized rain. but even though their hands trembled and goosebumps ran a path down their back , maple liked it. with rations of coffee and matcha and other sweet tasting sources of caffeine running low and out, it was the cold keeping them alert. therefore maple didn't bother with a heavier coat and instead let the winter chill make a home in their bones. “ i already have a jacket , ” maple responds nonchalant , eyes flickering towards hobbs before returning to what had caught their attention and put them at a stand still in the hallway. with a pale , shaking finger maple raised it up towards the glass and drew a FROWN over the frosted smiley face someone had left on the window. “ and you're going to scare someone talking like that, or turn this place into a frenzy of who can get their hands on what first. ”
「 victoria pedretti . demiwoman. twenty7. she/they. 」 resident file #0001 … maple hargrove has been living at park place for seven years until the apocalypse. their neighbors at the time said they were gentle and melancholy, and always spent their free time writing poetry while working as a daycare center assistant. now they spend their time as a lookout and carrying around their crossbow. rumor has it they tend to side with the saviors throughout all of this. if they ever had a chance to leave, the first thing they would do is take a long drive with the windows down.

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which of keats’ odes are you? 🍂🏺✨
MAPLE DROPPED A CRUMPLED POEM, READ IT ?
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✧ VICTORIA PEDRETTI for V Magazine 2019 (Outtakes)