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my people have guns. yours don't.

we're still here.

i can’t watch more names go up on that wall.

hell, they're all gonna be doing that.

i do not appreciate you killing my men.

they made a lot of demands, even more threats.

i know that is a mighty, big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will!

this is the next world.

that’s a stupid name.

confrontation's never been something we've had trouble with.

it happened and now it's done.

you want to live, you take chances.

i'm not pissing off a pregnant lady.

the world is trying to die.

the people around you dying, that's the hard part.

the only thing that keeps you from being a monster is killing.

i want to show you the new world.

if you have to eat shit, best not to nibble.

your dad was an asshole.

things can get better. we can make them better.

this is what life looks like now.

doing this will start us down a road where nothing matters.

we're gonna give it to them.

we don't leave anyone behind.

you got one of our guns.

we all have a job to do.

we can't turn back because we're afraid.

look, i get it, my dad killed your dad.

do you have any idea who you are talking to?

someday this pain will be useful to you.

this is your way of life now.

shit’s continually been hitting the fan.

you work for me now.

i like you people.

you keep choosing this life, you will die.

you don't really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished, now did you?

things aren’t as simple as four words.

you are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes.

you’re a survivor. you always were.

you can cry.

it’s dangerous, you should change it.

but are you gonna live through it?

and what do you get in return?

i don't take chances anymore.

somebody like that they're gonna die no matter what.

most of the people here don't even know how to fight, even if we had ammo.

we got here together, and we’re still here.

you see? i have leverage.

you still got family and you still got a home.

these dicks just got a good story.

i find this whole conversation pretty funny.

your world’s about to get a whole lot bigger.

trust us.

i wanted to kill him.

there is no right; there's just the wrong that doesn't pull you down.

i will not allow you to kill me. i will not allow that.

we need food. you have it. we're willing to work for it.

sucks, don't it? moment you realize you don't know shit.

we have to come for them before they come for us.

i fully respect the hair game.

then i'll get supplies for your people.

i'm going like i should have.

we keep going for them.

i like the way you call bullshit.

ya'll don't think you're being stupid right now?

you're some kind of stupid, getting knocked up at a time like this.

shit kid. lighten up.

i'm gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you.

i don't wanna kill you people.

we're going to have to fight.

be kind to each other.

y'all are worse than a bunch of evangelical second graders.

i am not like you.

i still think i got some of his brains in my ear.

we don't need to leave breadcrumbs.

dibs is dibs.

when they come for us, we’ll end it. the whole thing.

this was supposed to be a dress rehearsal.

i trust you.

you're one of the most important people in the world to me.

good luck, dumbass.

you wanna make today your last day on earth?

you point a gun at me, and i’m the asshole?

people you love, they made you who you are.

we pissin' our pants yet?

i'm not planning to die today.

you're the one who's afraid to die. and you're going to. you will die.

you go or you stay. those are your choices.

i know this sounds insane, but this is an insane world.

you need to know things aren't as simple as they might seem.

i have come to believe, all life is precious.

they're all your people.

you're smarter than that.

walkers, people, anything that gets anywhere near me, i kill them.

jesus! you look fucking shitty!

listen, i'm a little nervous here.

are you going to kill me?

which one of you pricks is the leader?

things moved slow here, and then things just started moving fast, too fast.

don't come after me, please.

you thought you were safe. i get it.

you live with it or it eats you up.

you can breathe.

it's messy, it's confusing. but, ultimately. yoru is a lesbian.

just as an added note, i will be disregarding the whole 'you promised to have sex with me' in recent chapters.

how bizarre it must be , losing complete anatomical control of your body to something so outwardly hostile to you . < nauseous > . yet so entirely dependent on you to exist at all ; they reminded her too much of home .

“ Guessing that nod's from both of you ? Alright . ” sharing chapstick was a simple act , squeezing it out the tube and applying it was nothing ; the power came from the perceived intimacy of how it's done . slowly , gently , a soft hand holding their head still so and then wiping away excess with her pinky .

simple , but pressuring .

and what excess remained on her finger tip , she used on her own lips . an indirect kiss of sorts .

    the  way  bomb devil moves,  observes,  mocks them.  it causes brow to twitch,  an anger within yoru that can  GO KABOOM  at any given moment.  being looked at wrong,  being looked down upon.  even the slightest hint of a tonal shift in voice can set them off.  it's a ticking time bomb,  maybe that's why they've found such interest in someone like reze.  being the  bomb fiend aside,  she can pretty much control  WHEN  her explosions are triggered.  where as    [ ⋯ ]    war is a bit more tricky.  it's unpredictable,  caused by a surge of adrenaline or as simple as the smallest annoyance,  an inconvenience.

    perhaps there is a bit of envy,  something teenagers experience.  insecurities,  worrying too much about how others viewed themselves;  HOW THEY VIEW THEIR OWN BODIES.

    a nauseating feeling,  but,  it lasts only a few moments.  again,  replaced with something of  butterflies,  a lump in her throat.  it's hard to breathe.

    it's intoxicating.

    once mint-flavored chap stick touches their lips,  a hand is quick to react;  squeezing her wrist.  not enough to hurt,  only enough pressure to keep it there.  the scent upon those slender fingers,  yoru intends to remember it.  the way they're perfectly crafted from that of  DEVILS,  such pale skin coating each one.  protecting the bones     *&      muscles beneath.  of course,  she protests.  claiming war to be so  WEIRD,  to be so  STRANGE.  other species were never much of interest to yoru;  plunging every thing into mayhem    *&    madness had been their only concern.

    the human body,  it's an intricate thing.  so feeble.  easy to destroy  -  yet,  just as easy to rebuild.

     there's a firm bite.  feeling skin between teeth;  nearly perfect.  thanks to being a fiend,  of sorts.  their eyes remain intact with bright green,  sharp as any jewel.  yoru could look at them for hours,  if allowed.

    ❛    chap stick is a  human concept,  i don't need that.    ❜         they speak through muffled maw,  releasing after they've said what was needed.