12-30-2019, 12:46 AM
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tristan arkwright ✧･ﾟ:*
The sky is starting to darken to an inky black, a stain spreading rapidly across the horizon as far as the eye can see. The ground under the boy’s feet is gravelly and coarse, and the hand of his fourteen-year-old sister gripping his own is clammy and afraid. Nightfall is especially hard now that the world has ended. Since the virus took over, turning people into cannibalistic husks of themselves, complete with rotting skin, blackened teeth, sunken eyes, and harsh, jutting bones. Tristan’s never been a particularly nervous boy, but the zombies make him nervous.
Especially travelling with Gwen, life is harder than he ever thought it could be. Not that he doesn’t want his younger sister there; he would never leave her to fend for her own, even if his own life depended on it, but Gwen always insists on following him wherever he goes rather than staying at their safer hideout, and with her blindness, he’s constantly on edge, worrying about her safety. Even now, as she clutches his hand, he can’t help but squeeze back as hard as he can. Over the past few months, Gwen has learned how to survive, and he knows it. Even without being able to see, he trusts her in battle, and he knows that she’s adapted to the state of the world. Even so, he keeps her close. He can’t lose her. It would kill him.
Casting another quick look back behind his shoulder, his eyes lock with another person he knows he can’t lose. Noah. Noah is... indescribable. He knows he isn’t dating her anymore (although they’ve been getting closer since the apocalypse broke out and he’s pretty sure they’re almost there), but she is the only person he would ever tell every single thing on his mind to. His parents, before they got turned, he would keep things from in order to avoid getting in trouble, his friends he would keep things from to avoid embarrassment, and Gwen he keeps things from to avoid her worrying about him, but Noah has seen every single part of his soul, good and bad.
He’s in love with her. It’s no secret; every single person who’s ever met him knows it. He’s been in love with her since they were little kids playing with each other in the neighbourhood park, he’s been in love with her since they were in elementary school and he would stand up to bullies for her, he’s been in love with her since that day she first kissed him when he was in freshman year and she in eighth grade, he’s been in love with her since she broke up with him mere days before the virus killed seventy-five percent of all human life. In hindsight, the reasoning behind the break-up seems silly; that he had been moving away for university and she was so scared of losing him that she did it before he could do it to her. It would never have happened, of course; he hadn’t had the time to tell her, but even if he had moved away, no other girl would ever be to him what she was no one.
[b]”You alright?” he asked her, voice barely above a murmur in order to avoid drawing attention to the group. Gwen suddenly jabbed him in the side for this, and his head whipped around. Before he could even ask her what was wrong, she hissed at him through her teeth [i]”Tris, keep your voice down. I hear something,” came her warning, and Tristan’s eyes widened as he laid a hand on the gun in the water bottle compartment of his backpack, looking around. Eyes wide as he saw movement behind Gwen, Tristan shot at the zombie quickly approaching, watching as it feel to the ground, only to have three more replace its place. Looking over at Noah, Tristan cursed audibly. “Fuck, we’re gonna have to run for it, unless you think we can fight them off before we get to the hideout, Noe,” he said, subconsciously moving closer to Noah. No matter what anyone said, Noah was the leader of this group; the smartest and most intelligent of them, she fit the role best. With the zombies approaching, Tristan only hoped Noah could assess the situation better than his own indecisive self could.
[member=122]finny.[/member]
Especially travelling with Gwen, life is harder than he ever thought it could be. Not that he doesn’t want his younger sister there; he would never leave her to fend for her own, even if his own life depended on it, but Gwen always insists on following him wherever he goes rather than staying at their safer hideout, and with her blindness, he’s constantly on edge, worrying about her safety. Even now, as she clutches his hand, he can’t help but squeeze back as hard as he can. Over the past few months, Gwen has learned how to survive, and he knows it. Even without being able to see, he trusts her in battle, and he knows that she’s adapted to the state of the world. Even so, he keeps her close. He can’t lose her. It would kill him.
Casting another quick look back behind his shoulder, his eyes lock with another person he knows he can’t lose. Noah. Noah is... indescribable. He knows he isn’t dating her anymore (although they’ve been getting closer since the apocalypse broke out and he’s pretty sure they’re almost there), but she is the only person he would ever tell every single thing on his mind to. His parents, before they got turned, he would keep things from in order to avoid getting in trouble, his friends he would keep things from to avoid embarrassment, and Gwen he keeps things from to avoid her worrying about him, but Noah has seen every single part of his soul, good and bad.
He’s in love with her. It’s no secret; every single person who’s ever met him knows it. He’s been in love with her since they were little kids playing with each other in the neighbourhood park, he’s been in love with her since they were in elementary school and he would stand up to bullies for her, he’s been in love with her since that day she first kissed him when he was in freshman year and she in eighth grade, he’s been in love with her since she broke up with him mere days before the virus killed seventy-five percent of all human life. In hindsight, the reasoning behind the break-up seems silly; that he had been moving away for university and she was so scared of losing him that she did it before he could do it to her. It would never have happened, of course; he hadn’t had the time to tell her, but even if he had moved away, no other girl would ever be to him what she was no one.
[b]”You alright?” he asked her, voice barely above a murmur in order to avoid drawing attention to the group. Gwen suddenly jabbed him in the side for this, and his head whipped around. Before he could even ask her what was wrong, she hissed at him through her teeth [i]”Tris, keep your voice down. I hear something,” came her warning, and Tristan’s eyes widened as he laid a hand on the gun in the water bottle compartment of his backpack, looking around. Eyes wide as he saw movement behind Gwen, Tristan shot at the zombie quickly approaching, watching as it feel to the ground, only to have three more replace its place. Looking over at Noah, Tristan cursed audibly. “Fuck, we’re gonna have to run for it, unless you think we can fight them off before we get to the hideout, Noe,” he said, subconsciously moving closer to Noah. No matter what anyone said, Noah was the leader of this group; the smartest and most intelligent of them, she fit the role best. With the zombies approaching, Tristan only hoped Noah could assess the situation better than his own indecisive self could.
[member=122]finny.[/member]
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my interior world needs to sanitize
my interior world needs to sanitize