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@headstrongblake sent: “ i'm glad you're okay. “ / fox/nick
[ zombieverse but earliest possible zombieverse SURPRISE]
They had run from the grocery store, not stopping to look back, getting instead into his car ( his car? one he took? one he found? she hadn’t even thought to wonder ) and he’d opened the passenger door for her before she’d even had to ask if she could get a ride away from here.
It hadn’t really occurred to her what was happening. Stay-at-home orders had gone blaring off on the television, some crazy had run their truck through the front window of the diner and killed three people in a booth, then gotten out looking like a crazy person trying to attack other diner go-ers and she’d just run. Then in the store- things were crazy and panicked but hey, that seemed natural, no one knew what was happening.
But then she’d been grabbed. Then she’d seen the mean, hungry, dangerous looks on the faces of the guys who’d grabbed her, and suddenly the guy in the truck wasn’t her biggest worry. Suddenly the weird mystery of what was happening wasn’t that big of a deal. That moment, those men, that was a worry. And it was only because of another male stranger that she’d gotten away.
She can still feel a hand around her ankle. If she closes her eyes ( a mistake she only made once when the car started moving ) she can still hear their voices but no words, just deep, threatening noises with no meaning. She wonders how many more people are going to be like them. How many other people in her cheap, not-so-safe apartment complex are going to prove to be willing to hurt others to get what they want? She knows at least a few resident off the top of her head alone who she could easily see as those groups of dangerous pillagers. Can she even go home? Where does she go if not home?
hey. her rescuer’s voice interrupts her thoughts and she startles, looking over to him and realizing she’s hugging her bag to her stomach, her arms wrapped tightly protectively around herself. i’m glad you’re okay.
She offers a small smile that isn’t returned, and her tense posture relaxes a little, tilting her head at him. “ Are you? ” She glances down his body, realizing too late there’s blood splatters littering his clothes and the tenseness returns tenfold.
He recognizes her fear and lowers his head, keeping his eyes on the road. don’t worry, i’m not gonna hurt you. it was self-defense. He says, though his voice hitches on the words and she wonders how true they are. did you want me to drop you off somewhere?
She rattles off her address and he gives her a wry look. He knows the area, that much is clear, and he asks if she’s sure. “ No where else to go. ” She says with a shrug, eyeing him. There’s something dark about him, but not dark like the guys in the grocery store, dark like sad. “ You never said if you were okay or not. ”
not.
Oooooookay. “ I’m sorry. About whatever happened. ” He only nods in response until they reach her apartment building. It’s chaos, fires in the dumpsters and people running around crazily. “ Thanks for the ride. ”
There’s a little more life in his expression as he watches the entrance of the complex. maybe i should wait for you.
“ You don’t have to do- ”
honestly i’d feel better if i did. you’re not staying here?
“ I dunno. I have to get some stuff, but honestly I don’t have anywhere else to go. ”
come back out when you’re done. we’ll find someplace to wait this out.
He doesn’t say to come back to his place, wherever that may be, and she wonders if that has anything to do with the self defense claim and the blood on him.But he’s saved her once, so she gives him the benefit of the doubt. “ Uhm, okay. Thank you, for that. And for saving me, earlier. I’ll uh, I’ll be right back. ”
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@headstrongblake sent: ❝ i should fucking stab you. ❞ / nicklas @ octavia but in front of styxx cause o took foxie on a run when he was napping cause idk maybe he's sick, zombie
“ Nick, stop, you should be resting- ” Fox has slipped in front of him, between him and Octavia despite Styxx’s presence, her words less because of the threat in his and more concerned that he was going to make himself more sick by being so worked up.
I’d like to see you try it, Williams. Octavia’s retort was less concerned and more challenging, and though Fox threw her a ‘please don’t’ look, she had only opened her mouth to try to diffuse Nick before Styxx was speaking, having strode over on ridiculously long legs to stand in the space between Octavia and Nick, looking between the both of them.
“ Enough, both of you. ” He looks to Nicklas first. “ Fox is an adult, she made the choice to go out. Supply needs don’t stop just because you’re sick, and everyone still needs to contribute. You threaten someone in the group again, and you’ll be out. ”
“ Styxx- ” Fox had barely begun her protest before he turned cutting blue eyes on her.
“ In-fighting is a quick way to die, Fox. Nick’s smart enough to know that. As for you, ” He turns that sharp gaze to Octavia. “ You know Nick’s protective over Fox- same way Louis is with you. You know better than to vanish with her while he’s ill. That said, you, ” and then it was Fox’s turn. “ Need to figure out how to balance being part of a couple versus being part of a group. You and Nick need to figure out what you’re both comfortable doing and contribute that. If you leaving alone is going to make him uneasy, it’s your responsibility to figure out how to accommodate that. ”
He glances between the three of them. “ Everyone clear? I’m tired of the in-fighting. You all need to figure out this animosity. ”
Fox’s hand was still against Nick’s chest, paused in it’s pleading for him to calm down, and despite the electricity in the air, she shrank against him a little. Contrition in the face of Styxx’s accusation of her contribution to the tension between Nick and Octavia had stopped her from even denying that she and Nick were a couple. All she could do was nod and whisper once more to Nick that he should be resting.
#headstrongblake#fox. / int. / nicklas willams. / headstrongblake#styxx anaxkolasi. / int. / nicklas williams#fox. / int. / octavia blake. / headstrongblake#styxx anaxkolasi. / int. / octavia blake. / headstrongblake#styxx anaxkolasi. / verse. / zombieverse#fox. / verse. / zombieverse
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tell nick what fox would honestly do if now that she has the group, nicklas died
meme things || always accepting
She’d leave. Perhaps it would be by choice, perhaps she’d be kicked out because it would be very similar to her experience in the Ring in her canon. She would become withdrawn and sullen and grief-laden and it would come out as fury because she doesn’t know how to process loss. Styxx would try to hang onto her as long as he could because he gets it- grief is destructive and she’s grieving someone who was her everything- but at some point she becomes destruction and he’ll have to draw a line because her behavior is going to get someone killed and he’s not risking the others for the sake of Fox’s furious outbursts.
Louis would try to help the only way he knows how and try to convince her to direct her fury outwards- teach her to wield close range weapons, teach her to feel the satisfaction of the rattle of your bones when your axe connects with the fragile bones of a zombie, the deafening squelch of deadened skin and un-flowing blood as blades rip through discolored skin and your victim falls motionless to the ground. The pride of killing what’s already survived death once, pride of killing the unkillable. But it only lasts so long and it only works so much when even the violence reminds her of how nonviolent she was when Nick was alive.
Mbege gives her space. He finds her in quiet moments and sits with her, scribbling stories of loss late into the night to let her know she isn’t alone. It’s probably Mbege that suggests she keep something of Nick’s with her as a memorial, and leave something at each camp to leave him scattered across this new world as best she can. That too, works to an extent, but it’s just not enough in the end.
Either by choice or by force, she’ll separate from the group. She’ll probably go back to that first meeting place in the grocery store, trace their path from there to their first spot of safety and find something to drink and wait to see what’ll become of her here.
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@headstrongblake sent: “ you want the truth? the truth is when i love people it burns inside me like a poison. it infects every part of me until it feels like they’re in my goddamn soul…and then i fuck it up. and it’ll destroy us both. ” / fox and nick zombies
"Bullshit!" She throws her bag on the floor and spins around on him as he barricades the door. "That's an excuse, Nick, and you know it. Don't treat me like I'm too stupid to." She should be getting out supplies, checking water, bringing out whatever won't take a propane grill to make since they can't light flames inside four walls. But instead she watches him, wishing she'd been listening closer earlier to hear for the telltale clink of glass bottle in his pack. He'd promised her no more, but why else was he suddenly so touchy about being close to her? Was it the burn? She hadn't gone back to jackets yet- it was healed but sensitive still, and she didn't like the way the tougher material of outdoor jackets chafed. But maybe the sight of it upset him too much.
"You know what else burns? Campfires that keep us warm. Grill fires that make us food." Me, she wants desperately to say. Me, when you touch me, when you look at me in that way you have where it feels like you're looking at me instead of through me like everyone else does. But she can't. "The sun when you're not careful. But without the sun we all die, Nick. Poison's not the only thing that burns, and not all things that burn are bad. You don't have to look at it bad. You don't have to fuck it up. But you telling yourself that you're going to, that it's fate or whatever, is just you deciding it's going to happen. No one else, Nick. You can choose to just love something, and see how it plays out if you keep deciding to love it."
She finally crouches down to start unloading her own pack with a shrug. "And who knows, maybe it'll still destroy us both. But look around, Nick. We're gonna end up destroyed one way or another." She looks back up at him, waiting for him to turn back to her before she speaks. "But I'd rather go down loving."
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@headstrongblake sent: “ i know it’s not fair to say this, but i don’t have anything without you. if i don’t have you i have nothing. ” nick/fox zombie
He’s still upset about her leaving with Octavia. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d told her to sleep somewhere else, but part of her knew he wouldn’t do that, no matter how mad he was. He knew she slept better next to him, and she got the impression he did too. Maybe that’s why he knew so quickly that she and Octavia were gone despite sleeping off his illness on and off all day. So when they’d finally returned to their sleeping bags and she’d implored him to lay back down and when he’d raised an arm to invite her to lay next to him, she hadn’t hesitated. She’d laid alongside him and nuzzled against his chest.
His whispered words had her hugging him tighter. “ I’m not going anywhere, Nick, I promise. ” She pulled back a little so she could look at him, brush his damp hair out of his face. “ We needed more food, we were safe, I swear. I’m not gonna take any risks without you there. ” She debates for a second if she has the right to return his words to him- he’s safe because there wasn’t anyone for her before him, but there was someone before her. Maybe he doesn’t mean it as intimately as she takes it, and she worries she’s turning his affection for her into something it’s not.
But she’s weak, and she wants him to know she feels the same way, even if they mean it differently. “ I can’t do this without you, I hope you know that. I don’t have anything here without you, either. ”
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@chcmpgneprcblems sent: “ someone shot at me and missed. ” Foxeter any verse
She glanced back at him coming in the doorway, looking back out the window, brown eyes flitting over the front of the building they were holed up in. “Well, missing is always preferred. They didn’t follow you back, yeah?” She asks, looking back at him as though the thought had just occurred to her. “The others aren’t going to be happy if we have to leave so soon.”
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@noblehcart sent: Ration line hasn’t opened yet. Must be running low again. (patya & fox)
“Probably. Lately it’s become ‘if’ the line opens, not ‘when’. They must be doing a lot worse than they’re telling us.” She says softly, not wanting anyone other than Patya to hear her. She glanced to him and smiled mischievously. “Wouldn’t it be nice if someone’s been storing extras?” A hoarder, she’d been called in her past life- a holdover from a dad who thought having to steal to eat would sharpen her skills faster then a string of foster homes where it was first come first serve had made her always wary of if she’d have a meal next time. And led to slight hoarder tendencies. “You want some?”
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@headstrongblake sent: “ i’m gonna teach you how to shoot, because the way things are looking now, you’re a bigger danger to yourself than the dead. “ / nick
“I don’t need a gun because I have a much better survival tactic- it’s called ‘run’, and it’s worked pretty well for me for… basically my whole life.” She’s testing the waters with him, almost daring him to ask why she ran so much, and what from. He knew she’d been a waitress thanks to her uniform when they���d first met, but she’d still yet to tell him about her other job. She’d been wary to tell him he was pairing himself with a thief in this new order where thieves were probably considered the worst of the worst even over murderers. Murderers were to be expected, and only stole lives. There was nothing to be resented for after you were dead. Thieves stole potentially what very little you still had in the world, stole the last of your supplies, your comfort, your hope. You were left with maybe nothing, forced to live in this new hellscape with nothing.
But she’d have to tell him eventually. One day she was going to screw up- she was so close the other day when she’d pointed out they could escape through the ceiling tiles in the hospital. She was only lucky that he hadn’t picked up on what an odd instinct that was, how quickly she’d pointed to the escape route. If and when she screwed up, she didn’t want THEN to be when she had to tell him, reveal she’d been lying to him.
Maybe he wouldn’t fault her for her thievery if it could work in their favor. But she was almost sure he’d fault her for lying to him.
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@headstrongblake said: “ i used to be with another group. it didn’t last long. “ / octavia
"By your choice or theirs?" Fox said with a soft giggle, still peeking out the window. She and Octavia were on lookout duty while the boys slept. It'd taken forever to get them to agree- save Mbege who had taken advantage of the arguing group to find a quiet place to sleep while they all decided and bickered among themselves- but finally Styxx and Nick had agreed on the clause that Louis stay up too.
Which he had... for about an hour. Now he lay against the wall at Octavia's feet, snoring softly and purring in his sleep every now and then when Octavia reached down to ruffle his hair.
"I wasn't. When all this went batshit, I was going to bunker down at my apartment, but I was out so I figured hey, grocery store stop then I'll go home and wait it out. But when I got there it was... crazy. People shouting and fighting and shooting each other over shit like milk and towels and water." She could still see it sometimes when she closed her eyes- she still hadn't told Nick that. See people lying on the dirty linoleum bleeding out, their hands reached up for someone, anyone to help them. Kids screaming and crying at the same time, people grappling on the floor in literal life or death fights, smashing faces and heads into the ground or the metal shelving, stabbing one another with whatever was nearest.
"I tried to grab some water and run, but this group of guys cut me off both ends of the aisle, so I tried going through the shelving to the other side. If Nick hadn't shown up when he had and gotten them off me, I don't really know what would have happened." They all knew the rumors- the same people that had devolved into violence immediately were the same people that had become raiders and slavers and people who got off on sacrificing others to the zombies.
Without Nick, her most hopeful option was that they had just shot her and ran. Anything else was even worse to think about. "It's been me and Nick looking for his family ever since."
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Now seems like a good time to mention that my zombie verses generally skew toward ‘last day on earth’ zombie lore. It’s pretty basic zombie lore with one big difference: zombie species.
There are types of zombies, some of which include:
Basic walkers - basic every-verse zombies. Slow. Stupid. Easy to kill.
Runners - Running, World War Z type zombies. Less stupid. Very quick.
Spitters - Runners mutated from whatever zombiefied them. Has the ability to spew acid. Averagely stupid, but extremely dangerous.
Abominations - Giant zombies, mutated from whatever zombiefied them. Three times the size of a human, and extremely hard to kill.
I’m fine playing regular zombies, and I’m fine making up more species as we go just for fun. Just let me know what works for you!
#styxx anaxkolasi. / verse. / zombieverse#louis warren. / verse. / zombieverse#j. mbege. / verse. / zombieverse#fox. / verse. / zombieverse#cerci london. / verse. / zombieverse
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Plotting Notes. / testing dynamics
I just mentioned this in a chat and I feel like it belongs here:
I love forcing my kids to interact together. If you’re ever not sure which kid yours might vibe with, I have a version of Zombieverse where I just toss in [insert however many] muses of mine in the same traveling group with your muse(s) and just let them do their things together.
Is this incredibly fun because some of my kids really dislike each other? YES.
Do I use zombie because its the easiest verse to force them to stay together? Yes.
Are we able to kill off muses you’re not vibing with and keep going? YES.
Is this a great way to test what muses yours might actually get along with? Yes.
Is it chaotic and delightful? HELL-freaking-YES.
** Advice: **
Add one (1) Louis for lightheartedness.
Add one (1) Styxx OR one (1) Mbege for chance-of-survival improvements.
Add one (1) Fox for frequently stocked food supplies (yay thievery!)
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@headstrongblake gets a desperate lil foxie
We’ll consider it.
The risks are too great.
Those places also store blood, and are crawling with undead.
What you’re suggesting is in direct conflict with what Nick asked of us.
She suggested she go in alone, through the rafters. In and out. If she could find schematics and figure out where the antibiotics would be before even going in, she could be in and out in fifteen minutes flat. She’d done way more dangerous jobs on shorter timelines. No security cameras, no infrared, no laser grids, no gun- just some zombies who can’t jump high enough to reach her in the air vents. But still Styxx wasn’t convinced, and would only say he’d consider the idea to go to a lab. But she was desperate.
“Styxx, please, he’s getting worse- we’ve been here for two weeks and he hasn’t improved at all. I know you don’t want to stay here forever, we might not even be able to-”
The motel has been safe so far.
“But it won’t stay that way, we all know that!” She rushes the space between them as he turns to leave, grasping his hand in hers. “Styxx please, I-” He stops her with a raised hand, disentangling her fingers from around his wrist. It’s not a ‘no’, Fox. But we have to plan.
What if Nick didn’t have time to wait for a better plan?
Styxx left and Fox turns to Octavia, pleading tears threatening to fall. “Octavia, please, I’m begging, can you talk to him? I can’t- if something happens to Nick I don’t know what I’ll do, I see how you and Louis are together, you have to know how I feel, right, please?”
#styxx anaxkolasi. / int. / octavia blake. / headstrongblake#fox. / int. / octavia blake. / headstrongblake#fox. / verse. / zombieverse
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@headstrongblake sent: ❝ did it make you feel better? did it make you feel safe? ❞ / nick & fox
“ I mean, I guess so. ” She stared out the window, paranoid still that something might creep up. They have seven now- six people to exchange shifts, but still she has a hard time sleeping when Nick is sleeping. The idea of it makes her skin prickle uncomfortably, instinctual fear not wanting to leave him unprotected despite logic knowing that they had five other people taking shifts. “ Yes and no. ” She shrugged at the window.
Come lay down. Styxx and Octavia are on watch. You need to sleep.
It took her a second, but she obliged ( as she’s sure he knew she would ) and swung herself out of the windowsill and padded on silent feet back to the makeshift bed she and Nick had gotten good at making by combining their respective sleeping bags. She took her shoes off and flopped onto the bed, laying on her side and propping her head on one hand so she can look at him. “ Sure it’s safer with more people theoretically, but we don’t really know them and I don’t really trust them, not like I trust you. Feels weird to sleep at the same time. Feels like I’m failing at protecting you, you know? ”
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Fox’s Capture. / zombieverse drabble
@headstrongblake
The distance between them was 30 yards, maybe a little more. He, Styxx, and Mbege were staking out the grocery store behind the gas station, making sure it was clear, while Louis and Octavia were with her in the gas station that had already been cleared. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, if anything it was nothing short of a perfect fucking storm.
Louis and Octavia had a whole pallet of supplies for the back of the truck- gas cans and water jugs, no food but plenty of practical tools that could be modified for trapping. The trio had been laughing about how they wouldn’t even have room for much more from the grocery store, laughing about two trips in the rundown truck they’d found in still-working condition a town ago. She’d stayed in the gas station, broken the cardinal rule but Louis and Octavia were what? Fifteen feet away at the truck? It had seemed safe and the rule was really more about staying in eyesight.
They’d been within eyesight, she’d remind herself bitterly in the coming months.
Until shots fired. None had hit, but Octavia and Louis had ducked for cover and made a break for the truck while Fox stayed hidden inside the gas station, trying to see who was shooting. She could hear Octavia shouting for Styxx, but had no idea if he’d heard them. He and the other two were inside the grocery store- who knew what they could hear.
They definitely heard the roar of engines though- motorcycle engines were hardly subtle. Six of them, all dressed similarly, rolled up and surrounded the gas pumps. Raiders. Not casual ‘fight over dwindling supplies’ raiders either, but the bad kind. The kind that carried guns, and baseball bats with nails in them, that swung chains like rodeo ropes and grinned with a hunger that wasn’t for food.
They hadn’t seen her and if she were smarter she’d have tried to slip out the back first thing. But she didn’t- she stayed and watched the group surround Louis and Octavia and reached down to grab one of the biggest shard of glass some other scavenger had left from breaking the windows sometime long before Fox and the others had gotten here. She clutched it tightly in her hand, staying out of sight behind the doorjam as Louis and Octavia mouthed off to the new arrivals, trying to stall until the others came and evened things out.
One breath, two breaths, three- one of them wandered close enough to the door that she peeked out and exchanged a nod with Octavia who reached to clasp Louis’ hand and broke into a run as Fox leapt at the back of the one closest to her, digging the shard of glass into his shoulder and holding on as Octavia and Louis made a break for the gas station. She was roughly thrown off the raider in a second, not even sure the glass had embedded past his thick leather jacket, but it was enough and the trio had made it into the gas station, slamming the door behind them and flipping the deadbolt and positioning themselves weapons raised a ways back from the one broken window.
The laughter of the Raiders was cut short as Nick, Styxx, and Mbege arrived on the scene, and though Louis and Octavia moved closer to the door, Fox grabbed Octavia’s hand to stall her. “ We go out there, we’re hostages. ”
Octavia reluctantly nodded in agreement, and whispered to Louis that they’d wait for the others to get a little closer before coming out of the gas station. But they do still open the door as soon as Fox’s stabbing victim moves to join the others in his group. Louis and Octavia linger in the doorway while Fox keeps a few paces back, just in case things turn violent.
“ We don’t want any violence. ” Styxx is saying. “ You walk away, we walk away. You’re outnumbered by two, don’t be rash. ”
Wait… they weren’t outnumbered. There was six of Fox’s, six raiders. Not four.
Where were the other two?
She had her answer a split second later as something happened out front that had Octavia bolting toward Styxx in the same moment a dirty, fingerless-gloved hand covered Fox’s mouth and an arm barred across her shoulders and chest and dragged her backward, back toward the same door she’d been considering escaping through earlier. She muffled a yell but Octavia and Louis had already gone out the door, and against her taste bud’s judgement, she wretched her mouth open and sank her teeth into the hand covering her mouth. A yelp and the hand pulled away.
“ NICK! ”
The hand is gone but she’s still being dragged out the back door. Seconds later, she’s out of sight of the main part of the gas station. She hears fighting out front. “ Nick! Octavia! Someone! ”
She barely gets her last plea out before something strikes the back of her head and the whole scene goes black. She doesn’t realize her unconscious body is thrown over her attacker’s shoulder, doesn’t realize when another drives around the corner and she’s hoisted onto a bike with one of the raiders, doesn’t hear Nicks’ furious shouting fading into the sound of motorcycle motors.
It’s not until she wakes up later, wrists and ankles bound, the raiders gathered around a campfire a few yards away, that she realizes they got away, and took her with them. No group in sight.
No Nick to save her.
Shit.
#headstrongblake#fox. / verse. / zombieverse#styxx anaxkolasi. / verse. / zombieverse#louis warren. / verse. / zombieverse#j. mbege. / verse. / zombieverse#drabble. /
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@headstrongblake sent:“ they’re not alive. okay? it’s not like killing an actual living human being. they’re dead, and they’re starving, and they’re dangerous, and you have to be ready to kill them in a heartbeat. “ / nick & foxie
This was way more real than she was prepared for. Her breaths came in short, sharp bursts, wide brown eyes still on the now-unmoving bodies on the other side of the gas station. They weren’t human, the rational side of her brain knew that- just looking at them, they were no longer human. But somehow- the sounds were too real, too human, too… squelchy. The sound of the the blade cracking bone, piercing skin, sliding back out again was embedded in her mind, carved into her memories so loud, so real, so final, that she may never be able to forget them no matter how hard she tried.
Nick approached her slowly, his voice low and reassuring and something snapped in her, brought her back to reality and to the fact that she had frozen when he’d needed her. “I’m sorry.” She gasped. “Are you hurt?” She doesn’t address what he said, his insistence that she learn to make those sounds with her own hands, end the lives of what once were people. Even if they were deformed, rabid, frothing monsters now… the sounds the weapons made in their skin were the same. And it made her feel like throwing up what little food she’d had these past few weeks.
“I can’t, Nick,” she stumbled over the words. “I- I can’t do that, I’m not- I not strong enough.” Physically or mentally.
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I swear I’m writing replies and such Fox is just extra loud so all the replies atm are her haha
On that note though, since she is loud and freshly revived on the multi,
like this post for a starter from Fox 🦊
feel free to name a verse, crossovers welcome
or I’ll default to the 100 or some version of post-apocalyptic
probs zombieverse bc apocalyptic is where my happy place is lately
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