₀₀₁ ᜵ 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜

HAVANA ROSE LIU Bottoms (2023)

the wet bottom of his shoe squeaks against the tiled flooring as he steps through his front door, flashlight raising to light up the hallway ahead. a crowd of the dead linger there as if they pursued something inside — it wasn't cleo, was it ? their attention was already pulled in his direction; triggered by the squeak of his shoe. a gasp pulls from his chest and he steps back, hands gripping at the walls for balance — his knee throbbed from the exercise that day, and he grew lightheaded from the head injury. and if his luck didn't suck already, the moment he steps backward through the doorway again . . . he sees it. a variant at the center of the crowd of infected — stalking him like a rabid animal, slowly disappearing out of sight. finn's breathing grew erratic as the gears in his head spun with scenarios. was this the end for him ? and just as he turns on his heel, the cohort bursts from the crowd and tackles him to the floor. finn struggles against it's thrashing, it's strength, using his makeshift cane to muzzle it while he attempts to break free. the fight draws the attention of the other infected nearby, the slow group from his apartment now bursting through the doorway, the silhouette rounding the corner of the unit down the hall. in a last ditch attempt at breaking free, finn starts thrashing with one of his knives until he manages to slip out of it's grasp, scramble to his feet and take off in a limping run toward the nearest exit. " shit ! "

the  damp  scent  of  decay  filled  the  air,  death  clinging  to  her  when  she  was  trying  to  find  life.  she  was  late,  (  on  purpose  of  course  ),  but  found  herself  just  in  time  to  make  use  of  desperation.  eden  knew  this  was  coming,  and  though  she  somehow  predicted  the  storm,  yeji’s  plan  and  behaviour  remained  a  riddle  :  chaotic,  fragmentary,   impenetrable — everything  eden despised  about  her.    she  found  herself  on  the  balcony,  not  anyone’s  but  the  one  belonging  to  a  girl  she  hoped  disappeared  with  the  storm  (  and  if  she  didn’t  she’d  make  sure  to  find  another  way  ).  instead,  her  eyes  darted  over  destruction,  and  amidst  the  chaos  she  found  the  only  other  person  sharing  the  same  shade  of  blond:  finn.  if  she  didn’t  do  something,  he’d  probably  die  and  another  memory  of  an  undeserved  death  would  taint  her.  but  it’d  hurt  her,  cleo  ;  and  eden  would  find  some  kind  of  revenge.  but  today  she’d  save  him,  risk  her  life  for  the  greater  deal.  she  could  tell  herself  that   it  was  pity  that  tugged  at  her  heart,   watching  him  limp  away  from  a  fate  that  could  only  be  intervened  by  her.  but  eden  knew  that  that  part  of  hers  already  died  with  the  world  ending  and  it  only  abandoned  and  left  her  with  something  more  sinister.   fingers  tightened  around  her  climbing  pick  ,  surveying  the  room:  scattered  furniture,  shelves  leaning  against  the  walls,  gaps  between  clustering  zombies.  nothing  enough  to  ensure  some  sort  of  safety.  but  then  her  gaze  fell  on  the  ceiling  that  had  partially  collapsed  in  the  corner,  offering  her  beams  and  support  columns.  she  could  still  die  but  there  was  no  time  to  think  about  it.  her  fingers  latched  on  a  broken  shelf,  and  in  one  fluid  motion,  she  hauled  herself  upwards,  perching  on  top.  slipping  past  the  walkers,  she  held  her  breath  as  she  swung  herself  on  a  support  beam  jutting  from  the  wall.   the  moment  between  her  jumping  on  a  wardrobe  near  the  exit  and  driving  her  climbing  pick  into  walkers’  skulls  with  a  sickening  precision  was  muted  by  her  beating  heart.  “  finn.”  she  tries  to  catch  her  breath,  still  managing  to  slip  lies  through  it.  “  are you hurt ? when  i  heard  about  the  storm  i  couldn't help but worry about you, i knew  i  had  to  find you ...  i  thought  you  were  in  danger ...  can  you  climb  ?  or  move  ?  you  just  need  to  hold  onto  me,  i’m  going  to  get  you  out  of  here.”

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the  rain  slapped  against  her  cheeks  and  every  step  felt  heavier  than  the  last.  soaked  fabric  stuck  to  her  skin,  shoes  muddied  with  the  passage  of  desperation.  fear  gnawed  at  her  chest  but  for  the  first  time  the  walkers  didn’t  scare  her,  nor  did  the  storm.  it  was  leaving  her  daughter  behind  ,  risking  her  life  in  exchange  for  hope.  her  mind  clung  to  her  last  words,  her  promise  that  everything  would  be  fine.  playing  the  words  in  a  loop.  refusing  to  let  them  cease  with  her  daughter.   thunder  rolled  across  the  sky  like  a  warning  (  a  premonition  ),  telling  her  to  turn  back  but  the  faintest  flicker  of  light  allowed  her  to  abandon  her  reason,  desperation  filling  her  as  she  headed  towards  the  hospital.  she  made  it.  finally.    “  please  help  my  daughter.  ”  desperation  cut  her  breath,  her  whole  body  crumbling  and  shaking  with  exhaustion.   “  she’s  sick,  i  need  medicine  …  a  doctor  …  anything,  please.  or  just  tell  me  where  i  can  find  some  medicine  and  i’ll  disappear,  i  won’t  bother  you  again.  ” 

English Teacher (2024 - ) I 1.02 Powderpuff

Body Heat (1981) dir.Lawrence Kasdan

tonight  is  no  different.  the  excuse  of  going  for  a  patrol  and  to  'be  left  alone'  an  efficient  way  that  no  one  follows  him.  and  during  the  brief  patrol  that  should  have  been  peaceful  (  because  who  has  the  balls  to  bother  the  sea  cliff  raiders?  )  hawk  -  like  eyes  spot  a  figure  crounching  near  a  tree.  shotgun  immediately  points  at  the  intruder,  orders  spit  mercilessly,  voice  stern,  determined.  "  arms  up,  get  on  the  floor  face  down.  no  funny  business,  you  hear  me?  "  marcia's  soft  words  vanish  beneath  the  intensity  of  his  vocal  cords.  "  no  funny  business  n'  you're  going  to  be  fine.  "

the  ground  is  strangely  warm  against  the  coldness  of  his  voice,  the  sense  of  danger  throwing  her  back  into  a  cruel  reality.  there  was  no  way,  he’d  do  this  to  her.  it  was  her  heart  that  had  put  her  into  trouble  again,  risking  her  life  for  someone  who  would  dispose  of  hers.  she  wouldn’t  die,  she  needed  to  stay  alive  for  her,  even  when  another  part  of  hers  had  already  disappeared  with  her  husband.  all  she  could  hear  was  the  wind  roaring  in  her  ears,  her  breath  coming  in  ragged  gasps  as  she  did  what  he  told  her  to.  marcia  could  feel  the  tension  with  her  fingers  before  clawing  them  into  the  dry,  loose  earth  around  her.    “  i  told  you,  i  meant  no  harm  … ”  she  speaks  through  gritted  teeth,  one  side  of  her  face  only  touching  the  earth  briefly  before  she  flung  a  handful  of  dirt  at  him.  dust  filled  the  air  ,  giving  her  a  moment  to  seize,  as  she   twisted  her  body  and  grabbed  his  wrist  ,  pinning  him  down.  now  on  top,  her  hands  are  shaking,  her  heart  pounding  and  strands  of  dark  hair  sticking  to  her  forehead.  finally,  her  breath  catches  in  her  throat,  a  glimmer  of  recognition  piercing  through  the  chaos  in  the  dimming  light.  “  it’s  really  you  …”  confusion  and  shock  contorted  her  face,  eyes  widening  with  disbelief.  “  don’t  you  recognize  me  ?  ”

" what was that about ? " the question fills the silence that once lingered between them, both focused on training — honing their combat skills. cari was one of the few responsible for helping others develop their fighting abilities, she had military experience after all. so she'd hang around the designated area for a few hours each day, just in case people needed some pointers. nisa was an exception to this, cari found herself watching a few moments longer because she could learn from nisa too — she was almost envious at how flawless she could be. cari steps to her, motions toward her shoulder and holsters her weapon. " you shouldn't push yourself. you're no good to us injured or dead, " her tone was cold but coloured with worry — care, for the other. " lets get a drink instead. something strong for that. best medical treatment you'll ever get. "

it  was  only  a  question  of  time  , and  the  mercy  of  her  body  that  she  knew  that  it’d  soon  cave  in,  succumbing  to  the  pain  that  had  grown  unbearable.  nisa  didn’t  allow  herself  to  hope,   but  she  still  clung  to  spite,  to  defeat  her  worsening  condition  by  simply  training  more,  making  up  with  skills  for  a  weakening  body.  “  i’m  fine,  just  training  because  i  don’t  want  to  end  up  as  zombie  bait.  although  i  feel  like  some  people  would  love  to  see  it.”  her  gaze  remained  on  her  goal,  steady  unlike  her  shivering  arm.  but  before  anyone  could  notice  it,  her  weapon  is  already  holstered  by  carina  .  “  no  good,  huh  ?  that’s  all  that  matters,  right  ?  i’m  going  to  be  disposed  of  anyway,  injured  or  dead.  i  wonder  if  the  same  thing  would  happen  to  any  of  you  guys,   the  leaders.  ”  a  rare  glimpse  of  emotion,  threatened  to  surface.  she  didn’t  know  why  she  felt  the  need  to  share  it  but  for  some  odd  reason  she  felt  comfortable  enough  with  carina.  perhaps,  because  she  respected  her  skills,  because  she  didn’t  order  her  around.  “  fine,   but  promise  me,  we  won’t  talk  about  ‘personal  business’.”  she  recalled  the  conversation  with  rikter,  hoping  that  it  only  remained  between  them  two.   “  i’d  rather  listen  to  some  fun  military  stories,  i’m  sure  you’ve  some  to  share.  ”

the way she speaks back to him is not necessarily a shock to him, she's relatively new here so she'll learn. however the tone she takes alongside the words that produce from her lips, causes surprise to a few of the members who have been there for quite some time. rikter likes to think of it as a ritual, most newcomers who are under the impression that he doesn't care about them end up sadly mistaken eventually coming around, if not the illusion of it, or dead. as much as he wants to care about every single person that seeks shelter or the thrill of the raid, it is an unrealistic task. if you can't step up, you'll get put out, though human life is still a value. he doesn't like to be rid of them if he can help it. but all those thoughts, that could make him seem soft or weak, are held back, bitten behind his tongue. doesn't like the nickname nisa, noted. “anisa.” he corrects himself, not particularly fond of having to repeat himself. “oh you'd know if you've done something wrong.” he tries not to take his own tone, he must remain rational despite everything inside of him urging him to bite back. “I really don't want to have to discuss your personal business in front of everyone, do you?”

there  it  goes,  her  intentions  of  remaining  a  ghost  within  the  raiders  flung  out  by  childish  pride.  as  if  it  was  nothing.  nisa  sighed  with  regret,  wrapped  with  a  hint  of  annoyance  as  she  noticed  other  members,  prying  on  their  conversation  (  with  bob  happening  to  be  there,  the  faintest  hint  of  a  smirk,  gracing  his  lips).  nisa  wasn’t  here  to  prove  anything,  she  just  wanted  to  be  left  alone  and  yet  out  of  everyone,  it  was  the  raider  boss  talking  to  her.  what  an  unfortunate  afternoon.  “  actually,  it’s  alicia. ”  a  pathetic  attempt  of  grasping  for  her  abandoned  plan  but  maybe  he’d  forget  her  and  the  next  time  it’d  be  another  raider  bearing  that  name  who’d  need  to  have  that  little  talk  with  him.  “  and  how  would  i  know  it  ?  wouldn’t  i  just  end  up  dead  ?   there’s  no  lesson  to  learn  from  this  .  or  maybe  there  is  ?  who  knows  there  might  be  some  walkers  with  a  conscience  out  there.  ”  her  eyes  met  his,  crossing  her  arms  and  only  taking  a  step  forward  to  ensure  a  safe  stance.  “  my  personal  business  ? ”  her  tone  remained  neutral  but  quiet  surprise  already  boiled  in  her  mind  .  she’d  made  sure  that  there  would  be  nothing  that  could  hurt  her.  that  was  the  point  of  abandoning  everyone  and  everything,  so  what  was  he  getting  at  ?  she  doubted  that  he  cared  enough  about  those  books  she  took  with  her.   “  you  like  to  read  …  romance  novels  ? ”  nisa  whispered,  as  she  finally  stepped  closer.  not  everyone  needed  to  know  that  she  enjoyed those a little too much.  “  if  that’s  what  you’re  talking  about,  you  can  borrow  one  from  me. i only took them in case someone wants to kill some time. they're not for me of course ... ”

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THE GLORY - EPISODE 11

HAVANA ROSE LIU as Melody in Afraid (2024)

Her stock was low and those few days before she had been dreading this. One last gulp of safe, mall air (in her mind) before she made that final step. The ground crunched beneath her feet as she walks away from the safety of the mall and into much less safe surroundings. Every step she took made her heartbeat race and finally she fell back against a tree with a sigh as she rubbed her hand down her face, her head thrusting back against the tree. "Get a grip, you need to do this, and you need to get back." She admonished herself before shaking her head and gripping the handle of her axe more tightly at her side, soothing her nerves a small fraction. She looked ahead and released one last breath before opening her eyes and seeing an unfamiliar face. "Jesus, a little warning next time." She said after nearly jumping out of her skin.

“  staying  here  isn’t  safe,  you  should  return  to  your  camp.”

“  well,  do  you  know  that  i  don’t  dislike  you  -  that’s  not  the  question  ... ”  she  cleared  her  throat,  eyes  moving  to  the  bottles.  “  you  don’t  hate  me  anymore,  right  ?  you  feel  the  same  as  me  …?”