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 Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 8:04 pm
   XXXXXXXXXXXXX________________________ The air was humid, hot, and musky. The pavement was burning, but the sun wasn't out yet, almost, not yet. It was cloudy, the sun was hiding behind them. There was shade, enough to keep the sun off him. His thick boots clicked with ever hard step he took, his arms pulled close to his chest as he held onto his large machine gun. His clothes not at all helping with the heat, but that didn't matter. He needed all the straps and buckles for his weapons. Not that his weapons were on his mind right now. At this point in time all Zander needed was shelter, somewhere he would be safe, even for a little while. He was torn, physically exhausted and very close to death. The green eye'd male hadn't eaten in days, his last drink of water had to have been at least forty hours ago. He was bruised, blood poured from the side of his forehead. Holding one eye shut tight he could feel the now cool blood stinging against his waterline. His breathing growing heavy, much more corse than before as he ran. He wasn't all that fast, not now anyway. Usually Zander could be running for hours and not feeling this tired. But not having the resources to keep himself strong wasn't helping him.
He needed somewhere, anyway. Just for some food, a drink and some rest. Than he would be good and back on his feet again. If he couldn't find refuge soon he would surely die, with no strength to do anything his death would be a slow one. Starvation was a terrible way to go and he could already feel his stomach eating itself. Lifting his tattooed, bloody arm he lifted himself over a pile of wreckage, grunting as his feet hit the ground. "I'm going to die.. This is it.. I'm not going to survive like this. I need something, anything to keep me a float." He begged in his head, praying for some sign of safety. He never pictured his life like this, he never thought at only the young age of twenty four that he would be this close to his deathbed. How could he? Before the explosions and disaster he was doing great. He was traveling, he had taken time off work to see things he always wanted to see.. Sadly he ended up seeing his horrible fate. Watching people turn to horrible creatures, eating and killing each other before his eyes. He was so close too, so close to being safe and going into a safe zone with a group of strangers. But then there was another explosion. He was caught in the middle of all the commotion and ended up being left behind.
Zander was doing okay on his own. He scavenged though run down stores for resources, taking shelter in the little apartment buildings that stayed up during the ruin. But he didn't picture his shelter to be flooded with the undead, he was lucky to even have survived such an attack. But now without his pack, without all the resources that took him forever to find he was pretty much screwed. He was dead, or at least about to be... ________________________XXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 8:24 pm
xxxxxWhat doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead.
xxxxxGot a hole in my soul, growing deeper and deeper.
xxxxxAnd I can't take one more moment of this silence.
xxxxxThe loneliness is haunting me.
xxxxxAnd the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up. xxxxxxxxIt comes in waves, I close my eyes. Hold my breath and let it bury me. ↳ Șҏɨӄҿ →→→ ☂ The teen had awoken from a troubled sleep. He was hoping this was all a bad dream. Nope. Back to this horrifying reality. Spike rolled onto his side, trying to get comfortable in his worn down travel cot. Nope. Still couldn't find the ideal postion. Still, it was more than most people had. He had done well for himself for being so young in such a dangerous place. Spike had a small, but re-enforced shed to call home, as well as an ample supply of food and bottled water. Still.. he felt like he was missing so much. With a small sigh, Spike slid from his bed, stretching his sore body out. He then walked over to one of the shed's tiny windows. Dark. But not night? What time was it, anyway? The boy couldn't see much. And then movement. Was someone out there? More importantly, was it someone alive? Spike had to investigate. Spike grabbed his weapon of choice. An old, but sturdy wooden bat with several large nails sticking out of it. Sure, it wasn't a gun, but it hadn't failed him yet. The boy was fast, anyway. Usually he was able to outrun those... things. He then unlocked the heavy shed door,slowly pushing it open. Someone had been struggling almost right outside his door. Their condition certainly looked serious. "I...h-have you been b-bitten? I...I-I can't help you i-if you have..." →→→→→→→→ ☠    I'm not okay, and it's not alright. Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again?xxxxx Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 2:03 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXX________________________ Grunting as he fell the male put out his hand. Propping himself up to keep from crashing face forward into the dirt. He lifted his free hand, resting it over his torso. A loud creek from what sounded like a door caught his attention quickly. Sitting up onto his knees he grabbed his gun right away. His green eye glancing up at the figure. His other eye remaining closed from the blood that soaked around it. It wasn't the walking piece of rotting flesh he expected to see. It was a boy. He must have been just a few years younger than himself, short, black hair, he was very thin. In his hand he held a large bat, nails poking out of the base from all sides and angles. The tattoo covered lowered his gun slowly, setting it at his side.
Panting he stared up at the boy as he asked if he was bitten. Zander could feel his whole body relax. Finally! He sighed deeply, shaking his head with a slight smile on his lips. Leaning forward slightly he rested his hand on his chest and lowered his head. He felt like he could cry right now. He wasn't alone. He had been alone for so long and he thought today would be his last day on this horrible earth, but he was saved. "No.. I." He swallowed. "I'm not bitten.." He lifted his head looking up at the other. "I just need.. Water.. I need somewhere to rest.. Please." He pleaded. ________________________XXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 3:00 pm
xxxxxWhat doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead.
xxxxxGot a hole in my soul, growing deeper and deeper.
xxxxxAnd I can't take one more moment of this silence.
xxxxxThe loneliness is haunting me.
xxxxxAnd the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up. xxxxxxxxIt comes in waves, I close my eyes. Hold my breath and let it bury me. ↳ Șҏɨӄҿ →→→ ☂ Not bitten? Good. The boy was still wary of this stranger, though. Even if his weakened state he was obviously older and bigger than he was. Probably stronger, too. Spike didn't need his home taken away from him. However, he was also happy that he wasn't alone. At least for the time being. And this man wasn't in the best of shape. What trouble could he cause? "Alright. I...I-I guess I can let you in. Just don't try a-anything. Or I'll have to hurt you," Spike said softly, certainly not being unreasonable. He wasn't just going to give up his safe haven without a fight. "Quickly, before s-someone finds us..." The boy offered the injured stranger his hand, ready to pull him up off the ground. →→→→→→→→ ☠ I'm not okay, and it's not alright. Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again?xxxxx Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 6:22 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXX________________________ He agreed. The boy agreed to help him and honestly it was the best thing Zander had heard all day. Looking up at the small pale hand that was held out his way he smiled slightly. Lifting his hand he grabbed the boys and got up onto his feet with a grunt. Stepping close to him the tattooed male draped his arm over the boys shoulders. He was much taller than the boy, more than likely almost twice his weight. Gripping his gun in his hand as it lay by his side he followed the boy inside. Shifting away the male rested his back against the wall slowly sitting himself down. Zander laid his leg out, his hand cupping his side as he set the gun down next to himself. His tattooed hand still resting over it. "Thank you." He whispered. ________________________XXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 6:31 pm
xxxxxWhat doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead.
xxxxxGot a hole in my soul, growing deeper and deeper.
xxxxxAnd I can't take one more moment of this silence.
xxxxxThe loneliness is haunting me.
xxxxxAnd the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up. xxxxxxxxIt comes in waves, I close my eyes. Hold my breath and let it bury me. ↳ Șҏɨӄҿ →→→ ☂ The boy seemed to struggle a bit with helping this stranger, but they managed to make it back inside rather quickly. Spike dropped his weapon and bolted the door. "Its safe here... for now..." He then worked quickly, getting a bottle of water and a rag for his guest. "H-here," he said softly, offering them to him, "for the blood. Y-You cant see very well with b-blood covering your eye." →→→→→→→→ ☠ I'm not okay, and it's not alright. Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again?xxxxx Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2016 5:41 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXX________________________ Lifting his head slightly the male looked up at the boy. He reached out his hand, taking the bottle and the rag from him. Zander lowered his head, holding the bottle and rag near his lap. He smiled slightly at the boys comment. "Not really no." He twisted the cap off the bottle and poured a small bit of the water onto the rag. Setting the bottle at his side he used the damp rag to wipe the blood away from his eye, making sure to wipe off the wound as well. Resting his hand over his mouth the green eye'd male coughed. A harsh cough at that. Looking down at his hand as he pulled it away from his lips he sighed. Blood. More than likely from his dry throat. Dropping the rag next to himself he took the bottle and lifted it too his lips, downing it all in a few long seconds. Resting the empty bottle down he pulled his back pack off his shoulders and set it next to himself. Resting back against the wall he lifted his shirt slightly, some dry blood on his rip cage. But the wound didn't look very bad at all. ________________________XXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2016 5:49 pm
xxxxxWhat doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead.
xxxxxGot a hole in my soul, growing deeper and deeper.
xxxxxAnd I can't take one more moment of this silence.
xxxxxThe loneliness is haunting me.
xxxxxAnd the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up. xxxxxxxxIt comes in waves, I close my eyes. Hold my breath and let it bury me. ↳ Șҏɨӄҿ →→→ ☂ Spike sat back on his cot, just watching his new guest. He was still being quite cautious, even if the man didn't seem like a threat. "You should probably h-have a drink," the boy advised quietly, seeing the blood in the stranger's hand. Stranger. Huh. "...a-and your name? What is it? I...m-my name's Spike." →→→→→→→→ ☠ I'm not okay, and it's not alright. Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again?xxxxx Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 7:58 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXX________________________ Looking up from the wound the green eyed male turned his attention back to the boy as he asked for his name. He introduced himself. Spike. A strange name. But Zander liked it. He was pretty strange himself really. "Zander." He replied. His eyes taking note of ever nervous and cautious movement the boy made. He was good at reading people and this boy didn't look like he had any reason to trust him right now. "Listen." He turned slightly to face the boy, his eyes focusing on him. "I get that we just met and in a world as ******** up as this s**t you can't trust anyone. But I'm just badly beaten right now. I just needed something to drink and a place to rest. I get that you don't trust me but I'll just tell you this now. I don't plan on doing anything. I'm just here for the night then I'm gone. But I'd really rather not be looking over my shoulder the whole time I'm here either." He offered. "We have an understanding?" ________________________XXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 7:25 pm
xxxxxWhat doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead.
xxxxxGot a hole in my soul, growing deeper and deeper.
xxxxxAnd I can't take one more moment of this silence.
xxxxxThe loneliness is haunting me.
xxxxxAnd the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up. xxxxxxxxIt comes in waves, I close my eyes. Hold my breath and let it bury me. ↳ Șҏɨӄҿ →→→ ☂ Oh. He was being a bit overbearing, wasn't he? The boy sighed, deciding to lay back on his cot for awhile. He was still tired. Maybe now he could rest a bit easier knowing he wasn't the only one left alive for miles. "...I...I-I'm sorry. Its just... l-last time I trusted someone i-it almost got me killed. You....y-you can stay longer than j-just the night, if you want? I...I-I was getting kinda lonely...." It was true. Spike hadn't seen anyone else beside Zander for what seemed like months. →→→→→→→→ ☠ I'm not okay, and it's not alright. Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again?xxxxx Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2016 7:45 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXX________________________ Resting his head back against the wall the males eyes followed the boy as he laid back on his cot. His eyebrows arching slightly after the apology. Well, that was a bit unexpected. The last time he trusted someone.. Zander had that problem once before. He would never let another person cross him again, not in this world. He only cared to take care of himself, he didn't need anyone else screwing things up and costing him his life. "I know what you mean." The male tilted his head up, blood that had run down his neck already dried in a deep crimson. Shutting his eyes he listened to the other offer him to stay. He mentioned being lonely.. Zander knew that feeling all too well. His whole life he had been lonely.
"I hate to burst your bubble kid really, but staying in this little shed is going to get you killed at some point. It doesn't have much support or maybe you'll die of heat stroke at some point." Tilting his head down he looked at the boy. Maybe he was being a bit rude.. But he was only stating possible situations for the strangers safety and survival. "I wouldn't stay here if I were you." His voice sounded much more sincere this time around. He shook his head a little. "Higher ground, somewhere bigger, with windows possibly. Somewhere you can see whats coming for you before it gets there." He explained. ________________________XXXXXXXXXXXXX
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