Agent Washington

                                   ❝ Can’t H I D E Forever ❞

Two years after the initial “Great Panic”, survivors are struggling to stay alive in this Post-Zombie Apocalypse AU. Though there are still quite a few of the Dead still walking, they are no longer the greatest danger our heroes will face– the people grow desperate, and in their desperation they grow mean. Raiders, Cannibals, and even traps meant for the Zombies all pose as threats to the safety, as well as crumbling structures, food shortages, disease, and infighting.

This is an OPEN AU, meaning anyone can join! There are, however, a few rules.

Not that Tucker would know what romantic stuff was anyways. He’s never actually ‘dated’ before. But that’s probably what got him into the mess he was in right now. Though with Wash around, it didn’t seem so bad.

They walked for a moment, for just one beat of silence, and Wash contemplated that he didn’t actually know anything about romance. But for one, he was pretty sure it didn’t involve gummy worms in any capacity.

Felix tilted his head to look at wash while the med bay doors opened upon their weight being on the doormat in front to the door, medics quickly looking up in question before looking back down as they moved out of the way and just let the mercenary move around as he pleased, they were scared, nothing new from the weakest of the ship, at least when you looked at it in Felix oh so very great 'survival of the finish’ life lifting quotes. Only sad part of dropping off his latest punching bag was that these guys were actually decent and none of that cool 'sadistic psychopathic’ doctor guys like in his favorite comic strips. They are going to metaphorically kiss Wash boo-boo’s better. Thank god they’re not plastic surgeons, the merc still wanted the pleasure of seeing that scar on Washington’s leg after he finally settled in.

The medics hovered nervously, waiting to descend on Wash and his bleeding leg, but holding back- presumably from Felix’s incredibly unnerving presence. The guy exuded ego, power, and most of all, very little tolerance. Chances were the staff knew better than to shoe him away from their new patient.

He grunted as Felix shoved him onto the exam table, thoroughly un-gentle, and shot him a dark glare as his lap was patted condescendingly, the orange traces of Felix’s armor already disappearing through the med bay doors. He considered calling something after him, if only to have the last word, but decided against it. It was better to just get his leg fixed up than to antagonize his captor.