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Ty ([personal profile] ersatzdivinity) wrote2016-03-23 02:08 pm
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in tents + my own shot + bonus questionable science, yolo

[personal profile] livandletdie 2017-01-31 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
With a lower core body temperature, Liv seeks heat like moths seek light. These days, she goes from camp to camp, a mysterious stranger on a personal quest. (A quest that she can never speak of, a quest that would get her killed at best, or lead to her turning monstrous and killing innocent people at worst.

The company is a nice bonus.)

She's slow as she approaches, cautious. In the firelight, she looks paler, even if she's eaten recently.

"Hey." Liv crosses her arms and shivers. "Mind if I join you?"
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yolo away boo

[personal profile] overfivethousand 2017-02-01 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
There's a hand on the rifle beside him as the footsteps come closer, though it doesn't exactly reach for the trigger. She's just a girl. Not that that means anything, he's met a lot of girls who could and do kick ass. But she isn't holding a gun. And she looks cold. And he's not cruel, even if he is cautious. So he lifts his hand away from the weapon, shrugging his shoulders in agreement.

"Go ahead. It's cold out here." He gives her a minute or two to get settled, eyes habitually scanning the trees behind her and seeing nothing. "What are you doing alone out here? Nearest town is miles back."

[personal profile] livandletdie 2017-02-01 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Her shoulders relax a little as the heat from the fire starts to warm her. The fact that the boy doesn't point his rifle at her also helps. God, the world's a mess, and Liv is no surer which side she belongs on than when this all got started. Sure, he won't prey on lone strangers, but she still has to eat brains. Better to be able to choose when and how she eats than to become a mindless husk of herself.

"I don't like to stay put." The answer comes out easily, practiced but natural after all this time. "I'm-- I'm looking for some old friends."

Maybe. It's hard to say where they might've wound up. Liv had started hiding as soon as possible, afraid of being quarantined and doomed to become a Romero.

"What about you?"
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