The Writing Dead. [1x1]

[IzayasFun]

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[IzayasFun]

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Many people thought the apocalypse thought that it would be like the movies. That zombies would nibble on a few people, maybe invade a town or two before the great and powerful force of the army out wipe the threat out. Especially with the united states army, something that had always been viewed as something that could not and would not fail.

How wrong they were.

The infection traveled across the world before people noticed. All it took was a bite. In the beginning, animals were bitten, and before they died, they bit humans. Human then bit humans. No one thought it was a problem. Maybe people blamed it on synthetic drugs, more namely a drug called Bath Salts. Little did the world know that it wasn’t simply the matter of drug addicts dabbling in things they weren’t suppose to, but of something much more unholy. Society tried to keep it hidden for as long as they could. Politicians, the media cracked down on media brainwashing to try and make people less willing to try drugs, to lessen the public fear into something that was tangible. Cigarettes were outlawed, drugs were cracked down on a way that even asking around for a hit of something illegal and un-prescribed was warrant enough for arrest, and for it while, it almost worked.

People became scared of the substances, and even if they weren’t they were scared of the ever extending arm of the law. And that’s when things got ugly. The same cases arouse, stories were leaked into the media of people that still ran after and ripped chunks out of other people. There were quarantine areas. Lock downs. Mass murders via United States firing squads and soldiers. The funny thing about diseases was that all it took was one walking dead to escape, before another wild fire of chaos would start again.

Many people called the last quarantine place ‘The end’. No one was sure what happened, many people called the incident as ‘Day Zero’. The containment failed. Military, army, scientists that had been working on both containing and curing the last of the walking dead, were overrun. All their security systems and precautions against another outbreak were sabotaged by a group that had called themselves as the ‘Reborn’. Rumors spread about their existence, as the walking dead spread across the entire Unites State by State, it fell to the infection. People died, only to come back to life, adding to their numbers. Things were made worse when the real panic started. People started killing themselves, killing innocent people, killing only to be killed themselves, because soon enough, it became clear that the walking dead were not the only ones that were a threat.

People once said that tragedy brought people together, united them, made them stronger… Too bad they didn’t count on the fact that when it came down to it, humanity was a selfish creature. Intent on serving, even if it mean throwing other lives under the bus. Children killed children. Mothers killed daughters. Fathers killed sons, and at the end of it all, it families weren’t safe from each other… then what hope did humanity have? Little by little, the once great numbers of billions were dwindled down to millions at best. The worst part of it was that the walking dead were …evolving. In the beginning, the creatures just moved at slow paces, growling and snapping their misshaped jaws, and scratching at whatever was never to them and made noise. Animals were a huge part of their diet, before they suddenly lost interest. Things like dead carcasses of animals, or even living ones no longer mattered. The walking dead ignored the animals, and they increased in numbers at no longer being hunted. Their new prey? Only humans.

What little communications that had remained, fell.
What little army there was, all seemed to disappear.
What remaining safe zones there were, become desolate graves for those that still walked.

And that’s when a worse revelation came to pass. That the bigger the zombie horde, the smarter they were. No one understood how it happened, but a walker that might had been lost and harmless on its own, would become an aggressive killer in a pack. All it took were three or more, and suddenly the walkers banded together. Running after the living, attacking defenses. There were even rumors that hordes of walkers had once ripped through fortified defenses. Their gruesome hands ripping away boards the houses had. People learned, almost too late, that covering yourself in the blood and guts of a walker meant that you would temporarily be disguised as food for them.

There were new rumors now. Some said they heard tales about a Zombie, in the mist of a large moving horde that controlled them all like puppets. People said it was a fearsome sight, because the growls and moans of a zombie almost became like a language amongst themselves. And despite how terrifying that seemed, many people dismissed it as idle talk to scare the already scared shitless into puddles of Mush.


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Sammy was too smart to think that there could ever be a queen bee of walkers. It was just… too science fiction for him to believe, but despite the fact that he didn’t think it was real, he hoped that he was never fortune enough to stumble into such a horde. It would honestly be just his luck to be meal buffet to a horde of Zombies. One had already tried to take a bite out of him.

“Walkers are Zombies.
Three or more walkers means they can run after you.
Twenty or more walkers mean that they will attack your defenses.
If you’re lucky, you know that covering yourself in the blood and guts of a walker means that walkers will mistake you for one of their own.
If you’re unlucky, you’ll forget that the blood and guts have to be of a fresh walker, and anything a day or older will not work anymore.
Food is important.
Fire attracted attention, not only for walkers, but those of the still living. “ Sammy reminded as he walked along, carrying a small backpack of necessities. Random things he had found, but things he treasured regardless. A small bundle of rope, a knife that fit comfortably in his hand and wasn’t top big or too small. A few scraps of food, but even that was starting to rot. He would need to eat it today before it got any worse. In fact, he paused in his walking long enough to pull out the banana he had found a day or so back. It was already starting to blacken and bruise and peeling it, he tried to ignore the fact that the fruit was way too mushy to be pleasant. Oh yes, today he needed to find food. Tomorrow, he would need to start looking for water. Sighing as he tossed the carcass of the banana anywhere on the street, he looked up around him.

Purple eye looking around to see streets that once had been full of life and hustle of people was just a trophy for nature. Grass spouted through sidewalks. Cracking through the man made domain to be given back to nature. Building were starting through be enveloped in vines. To where the once gleaming glass of a building was lackluster. Covered by the greenery. It was only a reminder of how quickly everything had happening in the matter of seven short years. Some said that the apocalypse came about because man tried too hard to control nature and life. Technology had advanced to the point that altering the genetics of babies to get a specific hair color or eye color had become a modern fade. There were instances of people changing their natural hair color into strange unnatural ones, eyes that were no longer limited by the natural variety of black, green, brown, blue, and it’s variations. Sammy himself had been a ‘genetic’ baby. His mother having been a natural blonde had wanted one of her children to be a platinum blonde. Too bad that his hair had ended up more snowy white than blonde, and the eyes that should have been blue, had been nicked into a strange color purple. Obviously enough, his mother had not been pleased when he had been born, but she had loved him regardless of the fact that he looked more like a surreal doll than anything else.

Him and his brother Quinn.

Sammy sighed at the thought of his twin. Lone eye glancing down to the sidewalk as he wondered about where his twin could be now. Considering the last time he had seen him was when he had been ten years old. Would he been different now too? Did he had a good family? Despite everything that had happened to him, he hoped that Quinn at least had been adopted into a nice family that had loved and cherished him as much as his real family had. Too bad that he was going to meet the person that Quinn had become shortly enough.

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“Nothing.” He sighed as he was crouched down to the ground. Tilting over a can that had already been torn open and picked clean. Dropping it with a clattering sound, forlorn eye looked up at the more than empty shelves above him that said he wouldn’t find anything in this aisle either. Maybe not the entire store if this continued. Standing up, he sighed as he walked further along, clenching the strap of his slung over backpack when he kicked another empty can out of the way. Just out of pure frustration at literally being at his starvation when a voice called out somewhere behind him. “Who are you?” the monotone and gruff voice demanded, and Sammy turned at the sound. Eye wide as he stared at the shadowy figure. “I…What?” he asked dumbly as a knife whizzed through the air, Sammy had only seen a faint glint of it coming his way before he realized what it was, he managed to move in the nic of time. Knife leaving behind a shallow cut over his right cheek. Starting to bleed already when Sammy had slipped into the role of coward.

Arms were flung over his head as if it would actually protect him from anything when the footsteps came closer. “Please don’t hurt me! I’m just hungry and I’m looking for food! I don’t want to die!” he said, just a touch too dramatic, but hell, it was better to be a coward that lived for another day, than put up a brave front and get skewed up with the other people’s knife. Or knives. Hell only knew what else they were armed with. The footsteps come closer, and closer before they just walked past him and to the wall behind him. “Tch, have some dignity.” The voice said, making Sammy finally open his tightly shut eye. So he wasn’t going to kill him? “Ehh??!” he cried out and finally began to stand up. A pout instantly on his face. “I’d rather live than to keep things as pointless as dignity and pride. I can’t eat those.” He said, before perking up. Looking over at the shadowy form again just enough to be able to make out that it was a name. “Speaking of eating~” he murmured, a coy smile spreading over his lips. “Is there anything you’d be willing to part with for a poor starving boy?” he cooed, trying to act seductive but it wasn’t really working as readily as it did with other people. So to push the envelope, he added in a “I’ll make it worth your while~”

The male wasn’t fazed by him in the least, because he just turned away and brushed him off completely. “I don’t share my supplies, especially not with such vulgar offers. “ Vulgar? It wasn’t vulgar! It was…it was… well it certainly wasn’t vulgar! Sammy would much rather trade his a** for a good meal anytime after all. Times were tough now. “Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?” he called after the man that had return to his own business already, leaving Sammy with a sigh… and a growing desperation. Looking down at the knife in his hip, he put it in his hand. As if weighing it as he weighed the decisions in his mind. Attack the stranger, just so some of his food, not all….or risk going out again to find nothing? Nibbling at lips that where now more a sickly pale than beautiful marble, he knew he didn’t have much chances of surviving otherwise. And a morbid part of him knew that if he was killed by the stranger, then at least it could be quick and painless. Maybe.

The male had bent down to look and reach into some shelves when Sammy came up behind him. Knife held high into the air as he let out a little battle cry. Not that he was ever really a threat. He had grabbed onto the other’s back onto to be pulled into a rolling fight. Punchs landed, blows were evaded, and Sammy didn’t have as much stamina. “Hey! Seriously! A little food wouldn’t kill you!” he screamed in the mist of the stranger finally pinning him down. Sammy grabbed onto the other’s hand when it had attempted to come down onto his throat. “I mean I was trying to kill you- but we can both see how adapt I am at assassination kills!” he shouted as the stranger yanked his hand away from his grasp, and finally moved to pin his wrists down along with the rest of his body. Oh he was in for it now. He was like a pig awaiting slaughter. “Wait-wait!” he shouted as the knife was raised and the light from the broken and caved in rooftop finally hit the unknown male in the right way.

That hair, those eyes, the glasses, wait had he always needed glasses or was his memory just being fuzzy again?--- It couldn’t be-

“Quinn!” he shouted, in pure panic, as the knife stopped directly over his chest. Right where his frantic heart beated against his rib cage wildly. “Quinn…quinn..” he said, out of breath as he looked up at the other with his single seeing eye.

“Oh my god, I thought I was just dying, and seeing you flash before my eyes, but s**t--- Quin..” he panted out, worriedly looking at the knife still poised to make still his thumping heart.

[Operation_Dream]

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The metallic smell, the one that came with the presence of fresh blood, was thick on the air overlaying the whimpered sobs of the one that it flowed from. It was scenarios where injuries and death were evident in the near future that most people lost their ability to think clearly, panic would settle in and the average mind would be incapable of rational thought. It was in this moment that a normal person would attempt to rationalize, would try to stop the draining blood and the cries of agony that came with it. With the change of the world as it spiraled into the darkness of death there were no more normal people of the planet's former glory.. there were only the survivors twisted by what had become of the world. The typical died painful deaths, bleeding out on the broken tile floors of old gas station bathrooms, crying out for help where there was none to be had. Begging for a few more minutes of life, bargaining with a god that didn't exist, fighting for one last breath. It was all...

"H-help me.. I-I need help" The choked out sobs of the young woman shattered his train of thought as a blood drenched hand clutched at one of his pants legs. Cold analytic eyes trailed down his leg to that bloodied palm that gripped at the fabric of his newly scavenged slacks, it hadn't even been a full day since he found them neatly folded on a forgotten shelf in the back of a forgotten thrift store. Soiled. Filthy. Ruined.

The desperation painted on that woman's face, it was...

"Sickening" The word was spat out as he twisted his body, with one swift motion of his leg a sound, one that matched his uttered word, rang out. The sound of the woman's nose breaking rang out, but unfortunately it did nothing more than make the sobs turn to screams. Pathetic. The only way to describe the final minutes of her miserable life, a life that was about to become much shorter because the whole situation was becoming troublesome. Blood, screams, and a bustling population of lifeless-life outside that barred door, made her life even more expendable than before.

Thud. A decomposing hand snaked around the door when the shove of lumbering weight pushed the door against the barricade that had been reinforcing it. Thud. Thud. Thud the pounding on the door increased, the sounds of snarling grew louder, and the screaming continued without pause. Angela? Rebecca? Whatever her name was, she was drawing too much attention to their location.

"Help me!" The woman screeched out, as she scrambled so that her back was glued to the wall of the furthest corner of that miserable bathroom in attempt to save her already diminishing life. It was sad really, her screams had been something he had previously taken some pleasure from since they had been derived from her own pleasure.. "Ryan you can't just let me die! I love you!" Her words brought a smirk to pale lips, it was time to put an end to this.

The screams went silent, as did many things when a blade penetrated the temple and pierced the brain. The door was pushed open only second later. Three walkers stumbled over the threshold, right past his hiding place behind the door drawn blindly towards the fresh blood and corpse that was left for the taking. The still warm corpse was ripped open at the stomach, her intestines being pulled out and swallowed like it was a stringy bowl of spaghetti. She died, her corpse was used as zombie bait, and he got to stroll right out of that bathroom... the blood on his blade being wiped off on his pants, she had already gotten her blood on them anyway there was no sense in trying to preserve their cleanliness now.

Throwing a glance over his shoulder he let out a dark scoff "That name never did suit me"

That was the first time he had to use his knife that day, the second time was after he pinned a desperate man to the ground. The tip of his newly cleaned blade was only inches from being thrust down into his chest, penetrating the heart was just as effective as piercing the brain. Except this time the pleas that came from his soon to be victim were far more effective than from the nameless woman earlier.

“Oh my god, I thought I was just dying, and seeing you flash before my eyes, but s**t--- Quinn..” the words were terrified and panted out in a rushed way, cramming as many words as possible in the short window of time between the blade being raised into the air and it being brought down in one final blow. But despite how they had been relayed, they were effective in their intentions.

That name. Those violet eyes studied that panicked face, looking for an answer to the unspoken questions that swirled violently in his mind. All the people that knew his real name were long since dead, either by the initial outbreak or by his hands. Quinn had made it a habit not to give out his name, it was a remnant of a past he no longer desired to keep, it was something that needed to be forgotten just like the morals that had long sense plagued humanity before the outbreak. There was no way that this stranger could know it, it was such a closely guarded secret..

The blade that had been angled towards the blond's heart came to press against the exposed flesh of the other's neck. The edge of the blade only a bit of pressure away from nicking the arteries in his throat, death would be messy but it would be quick. "How do you know that name?" Hostility etched into those six simple words, the answer that was given was the only thing that would possibly save the life of the sniffling blond. It was the one time that his curiosity allowed Quinn to ask questions first kill later.

"Quinn.. Its me, Sammy! Your twin!" The blond panted out once more, pausing to draw in a breath to continue his rushed answer "Well you're older and look sort of badass but don't twins always know their other half?" The answer was presented to him, but it only brought up more questions than actual answers. So the blade remained unmoving at his jugular as Quinn sorted it out for himself.

Impossible.. There had to be a rational answer as to why the panic gaze that looked up at him was of the same genetically modified iris color that his mother had picked for her children before they were born. Their mother had good intentions, she just wanted unique children, but designer babies was a trend that wasn't perfected and purple hadn't been the color she wanted. Even if she adored the twins that she had birthed regardless. There was only one person in the world that had those eyes... only one person that had snow white hair. Sammy? The male that he had pinned to the ground did resemble the old worn picture that had been folded and creased countless times, just older. It had been years since they had been split up, but there was no denying it, the twin he had been looking for since the out break started was right there in front of him.

It was a shame that he didn't know how to convey happiness anymore, or else he would have smiled or laughed in joy at the realization. Pulling the knife from Sammy's throat would just have to be enough to show his unexpressed emotions, "What are you doing here?" The question sounded gruffly as his knife was discarded into the sheath on his belt, moving so that he pulled himself off of the other's now limp from relief body. "Yeah, nice to see you too Quinn." Sammy let out with a thick sigh, clearly trying to catch his breath and to compose himself after his brush with death. He sat up to fix Quinn with a look of confusion "What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Weren't you sent to like... another state or something?" Those were appropriate questions given the span of time and all the s**t that had gone down since the last time they had seen together.

"The states no longer exist." Quinn stated simply, there was no military and there was no government so naturally those invisible lines that had once divided the hunk of land that had been America didn't exist anymore. That was beside the point, "But yes, I was." It had been a few states away actually.. why on earth he was sent so far away to never get a permanent family was beyond him, Quinn always assumed it was because those who ran the foster care system enjoyed destroying the minds of children. "I did a lot of walking." Walking, running, driving, riding, and even flying Whatever he had to do to make it to where he knew Sammy had last been. The world may have went to the dogs, but Quinn never stopped trying to find his twin, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. Acknowledging attachments out loud in this new world was too dangerous.

As good as it was to see his long lost twin their reunion didn't change the fact that they were now living in a world of survival of the fittest, Quinn had come into this decrepit building in order to look for some extra supplies. So Quinn got to his feet and started down the isles in order to continue his hunt for supplies, aware of the fact that Sammy was following behind him "So... how are you?" The meekly sounded question was acknowledged as Quinn kneeled down to search the bottom shelves on that isle, finding several forgotten cans of food Quinn tossed them in the empty back pack that had been slung over his shoulder.

Standing up once more Quinn gave Sammy a serious look over as he processed the question his brother had asked. Sammy looked terrible.. his clothes clearly didn't fit appropriately due to the loss of weight from not eating properly, he looked pale and tired. Quinn recalled that the other had tried to proposition him for sex in exchange for something to eat, it was obvious that he was getting desperate. One hand dipped into one of his coat pockets to pull out a half eaten bag of jerky to hand to Sammy. Quinn always carried a snack with him when he left his main supplies behind to scavenge it was to ensure he was always capable of keeping up his strength. "I'm better than you apparently. Eat this, you look pale" While his words were gruff and calloused they possessed good intentions, if he didn't care then he wouldn't have shared his supplies. That much was easy to see since he had been ready to gut Sammy alive a few minutes ago over that very same thing.

The way that Sammy's face brightened at the mere sight of the food and the eager joy that played out as he took it was something new for Quinn. Emotions that were so easily conveyed was something the world was void of in recent months, unless of course it was fear or agony. Quinn was familiar with those. "Oh Gee thanks!" Like a starving dog the male started to eat a piece of jerky, his excitement getting the best of his manners since he started to talk while he ate "Yeah... I haven't eaten in a few days. Mmm! I heaven't had meat in a while. I've been surviving on fruits and nuts like a bird" His words caused Quinn to frown, it seemed his twin was not as skilled at survival as he himself had become and had been struggling to live in the new ravaged world.

"That won't do" Quinn murmured, mostly to himself, as he turned from Sammy once more. Now that his twin had something to sustain him for the time being he could get down to the nitty gritty of finding more supplies. Now that he had found Sammy he would have to gather up additional supplies to keep both of them healthy and alive for much longer. "I'll make you a proper meal after I find some additional supplies" He paused as he leaned over a crippled shelving unit to fish out another can of food "I'll need more rations for an extra person to feed"

"Oh I won't need much. anything you could spare would be fine. Seriously" Sammy paused in his reassurances, Quinn wondered if he was denying his needs as a formality as not to impose onto someone else or if he genuinely thought that Quinn doing what he could to take care of his twin was too much trouble for him to go through. "I wouldn't want to burden you. I would hunt animals if I could but I'm not very good at it"

Luckily for them both Quinn was becoming a savant at it.

Burden? "Nonsense" Quinn felt his lips tug downward into another frown, all he had done for years was think up how he could make it up for Sammy for not being there for him, for letting the state split them up like they had. When the infection started to spread, it was Quinn's only goal to find his brother... if he was alive then he would be there for him and if he wasn't Quinn wanted to be the one that put him out of his misery and to rest. But, since Sammy stood in front of him alive and relatively well considering, Quinn only needed to take care of him. Though it seemed he would have his work cut out for him, Sammy just confirmed that his survival skills were severely lacking. "I only came this far to find you, letting you starve would defeat the purpose"

Sammy's face lit up with a smile bright enough to light up the dim ruins, but before Quinn could really appreciate it Sammy had thrown his arms over his shoulders while letting out an excited shout "Wow! That's so cool! Thanks onii-chan!" Quinn's body stiffened reflexively, his arms remaining stationary at his sides. Clearly Sammy hadn't forgotten how to show affection, but Quinn had long sense forgotten how to express or receive it... so his twin's hug went neglected. "You've gotten more dramatic..." Quinn stated softly, knowing full well that he could hear him in their close proximity. Though his words made Sammy pout? Is that what Sammy was doing as he pushed away from him? "Eh? More dramatic? I prefer the term 'cuter'" That response provoked a light chuckle from Quinn, a rare thing for him, "More Dramatic and cuter"

Quinn went about continuing his search for supplies while Sammy lingered close buy while he nibbled away on his jerky. Without the distraction of conversation, even if it was with a brother that he hadn't seen in years, Quinn was able to get through the fine combing over the ruins in a timely manner. There were at least a dozen cans of miscellaneous foods, a first aid kit, a bottle of booze, some forgotten ammo, and a couple of bottles of untainted water. Even if he didn't need the ammo, since Quinn didn't use guns, it would be an important bargaining tool down the road if it ever came down to that. He planned a head, it was one of the reasons he was still alive.

Zipping up the bag after he stowed away the last of his scavenged goods, Quinn shouldered it and looked to Sammy. "It's going to be dark in a few hours.. I have a temporary camp on a roof top a few buildings down" If there were two things Quinn had learned in his time of surviving on his own ((and not on his own depending on if he decided to keep the meaningless company of someone like the nameless woman that he killed that morning.)) it was that one didn't want to be out at night and that camping high up was far safer than staying on ground level, even if in a shelter of some kind. The walkers were far more intelligent than most people cared to give them credit for, but Quinn wasn't one to underestimate others. "Oh, okay! That sounds good"

"I hope you are a decent climber"

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[IzayasFun]

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“How do you know that name?” Quinn demanded as the cool edge of the blade pressed against his throat. Sammy’s pupil grew smaller. He was even scared to swallow. “Quinn… Its me, Sammy! Your twin!” he said, voice quivering slightly from the fear but hell, if it wasn’t Quinn, then he was sure as hell going to die here. But it was hard to focus on features when the very thread of life was being threatened. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of waiting, the knife was removed, and Quinn leaned back.

The knife was sheathed and it wasn’t until Quinn had gotten off his body that Sammy felt like he could breathe again. “What are you doing here?” he asked gruffly as he moved back to search for more materials. Seriously? He had just seen his life flash before his eyes, he tasted the metallic taste of blood in his mouth from nearly having a heart attack, and he just… Sammy groaned as he laid down limply on the ground. Trying to catch his breath again, and trying not to join his parents up in the sky. “Yeah, nice to see you too Quinn.” He sighed sarcastically, and once he had gotten over his near death experience [since those were more frequent than he would like to admit], he sat back up. Looking at the boy that really did look like Quinn, but despite the slight psychical changes, he was different attitude wise. His own Quinn could never have been this… cold. Was it a product of the world dying or was it something further back than that? “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Weren’t you sent to like…another state or something?” He asked, almost too curiously, but Quinn didn’t turn to look at him. Was he not cute enough to look at anymore? Subconsciously he patted his covered eye, worried that maybe Quinn had seen the horrible scar and perhaps didn’t want him as a brother anymore when he spoke.

“The states no longer exist.” He started, but to Sammy, it didn’t really matter that there were walkers everywhere. It was just a convenient way of measurement, but before he could defend his words, Quinn continued. “But yes, I was.” That actually surprised Sammy. That was honestly…nothing short of incredible. He couldn’t even go a few miles without getting winded and stopping more often than not. The idea that his twin somehow had crossed states and miles just on the sheer will power of wanting to alone, it was something like those survivalist shows he had wished he had paid more attention to. Back when there was televisions and dependable electricity. “I did a lot of walking.” Quinn didn’t see it, but Sammy nodded at the information. Quinn still didn’t turn around to look at him for a few minutes, so Sammy just trailed behind him quietly. Looking curiously at the meticulous gathering and dismissal of useful and worthless, it was actually pretty cool to watch, because Sammy had passed by here, and had assumed that there was nothing of worth. To see Quinn comb through everything with a much more attentive eye made him wonder just how many times he had passed by materials or food he could have used.

It was certainly his own fault that he was nearly dying then.

“So…how are you?” He asked meekly in the silence. Quinn continued quietly in his scavenging before he stood up. His visible eye looking at him up and down, making Sammy suddenly self conscious at the attention. Was he reconsidering that sex offer? His body, once very pretty, had to be gaunt and thin in painful places. Not as attractive and plump as he once had been. His a** was honestly the first place his body had decreased in mass, much to his dismay. “I’m better than you apparently. Eat this, you look pale.” Quinn explained when he pulled out a piece of meat the Sammy instantly watched with eager intent. “Oh gee, thanks!” he squealed as he was handed the jerky. Something that could have been considered a meal when he was by himself. He had been surviving on very small amounts of food lately. “Yeah…I haven’t eaten in a few days. Mmm! I haven’t had meat in a while. I’ve been surviving on fruits and nuts like a bird.” He somewhat joked, and was somewhat complaining about. He didn’t even like nuts, not the food variety anyways.

“That won’t do.” Quinn muttered to himself as he turned away from him, to continue to search through the aisles as Sammy nibbled on the piece of jerky. He wanted the meat and the taste of it to last for as long as he could make it. Even if a large part of him just wanted to stuff the piece of food into his mouth and eat it like that. “I’ll make you a proper meal after I find some additional supplies.” He spoke absentmindedly as he pulled around can of food from the collapsed shelves. “I’ll need more rations for an extra person to feed.” Was that a tone? Was Quinn irritated in having to spare some of food? That was what he had nearly killed him over after all. Frowning lightly, he now felt guilty for even nibbling on the jerky. So he was quick to insist that he couldn’t be a bother. Well, he would try not to be anyways… “Oh I won’t need much. Anything you could spare would be fine. Seriously” he paused and thumbed over the jerky, somehow losing some of his appetite as he shifted the weight of his legs.

“I wouldn’t want to burden you. I would hunt animals if I could be I’m not very good at it.” He mumbled as he was close to just giving the jerky back. “Nonsense. “ Quinn said, voice dismissing the building fears and insecurities inside him and it would only get better. “I only came this far to find you, letting you starve would defeat the purpose.” He had come all this way to try and find him? He had thought that Quinn was a badass already, but to hear him that he had come all this way to find him was something that perked Sammy up right away. Making the bubbly male go to cloud nine in happiness and warm fuzzy feelings for the mere fact that someone cared that much about him to try and find him again. It was something he had always hoped would happen, but people had only seemed keen on using and keeping him as a possession more than a person. It had never broken his belief in the good people might possess, and while he had seen terrible things, he always tried to reach out to others. Even if they never reached out to him in return.

“Wow! That’s so cool! Thanks Onii-chan!” he shouted eagerly as he threw his arms over Quinn’s shoulders. He felt his brother stiffen slightly, but since he wasn’t punching him off or something, he was happy enough. As he nuzzled the male’s neck, Quinn looked over at him with the corner of his eye. “You’ve gotten more dramatic.” He observed softly, making Sammy blink at the words. “Eh?” pulling away with a pout, he was actually thoughtful. Sammy didn’t think of himself as dramatic more than he thought of himself as expressive. Oh yes, very expressive. It was one of the reasons he had always been a terrible liar, much to his own dismay. “More dramatic? I prefer the term ‘cuter’.” He explained when something unexpected happened. Quinn actually gave away from his stone mask to release a light chuckle. It was the beginning of many hopes that one day his brother could turn into the easy going male he had known him to be prior to the separation. It was as if the chuckle was a sign that his brother was somewhere in all the callused attitude he had built around himself, and he was going to make damn sure that it came through one day. Of that, he would never give up hope on.

But as much as he ached to have the relaxed Quinn with him again right then and there, he knew it was going to take baby steps. He did, after all, have to learn about his own brother again. For now, he was content to just follow behind the raven haired teen, nibbling on the piece of jerky much like a found and fed stray now clinging to the only thing that had given him any resemblance of affection.

“It’s going to be dark in a few hours.. I have a temporary camp on a roof tip a few buildings down.” Quinn said when he finally stood up and shouldered the haul he had been able to find in the broken down shambles of a store. Damn, he was really a bad survivalist if he had over looked so many things. Instead of being brought down by his own feelings of inadequacy again, he perked up at the sound that Quinn really did want to have him around. Going to another person’s camp now and days was like trusting them with your life. It was wonderful to have those warm fuzzy feelings of being loved and protected wash over him again, and despite his body’s own fatigue, it was like his emotions gave him an extra shot of upbeat umph. “Oh okay! That sounds good.” He chimed in, a bounce in his step as he followed alongside his brother. “I hope you’re a decent climber.” He said as they stepped over the rumble of crumbled walls, and out of the store. Sammy looked briefly concerned with the idea before just smiling. “I hope so too.”

Honestly, it was going to be his first time climbing anything.
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When Quinn had said climbing, Sammy had thought about climbing a wrecked staircase, or climbing up the ladder of an abandoned elevator shaft. When he saw what Quinn had in mind, he paled. Looking up at a building that was honestly more surprising that it was even standing, than Quinn actually having been able to have scaled the traitorous remains. And when Quinn effortlessly hoisted himself up onto the first ledge after climbing over some rumble of broken concrete, desks, forgotten filing cabinets and the like, Sammy paled even more. He wanted to call out for Quinn to slow down at least when his twin was already pulling himself up onto the second floor of the building. ‘Well crap’ he thought, biting his lip as he looked up at the first ledge, the one he hadn’t even attempted just yet. Putting on a brave face, and inwardly encouraging himself that he could do it, he hopped onto the rumble, climbed to the top of it, jumped and--- only managed to get his arms, hands onto the ledge. While the rest of his body dangled over the edge. His hands clawed at the surface and there were more than a few grunts as he moved inch per inch to get his sorry butt over.

Half his body was on the ledge and his feet were kicking as he was technically only half way there. This was going to be harder than he thought. “Ngh..” he groaned as he finally got one his legs on the ledge, and pulled himself the rest of the way up. One down, heaven knows how many more to go. Catching his breath, he felt some small rocks falling down, and had half a mind to be scared that one of the precarious ledges had finally decided the crumble with him underneath it. Ha, wouldn’t that be just his luck? Looking up, he instead saw Quinn moving down nimbly. His brother had to be part badass, part dare devil and part monkey to set up camp at the top of something like this. Unfortunately, he took all the cool genes. Quinn looked at him and Sammy just looked sheepishly. Scratching the back of his head as he gave a nervous laugh, “At least I got one of them.”

“Here, put your foot on my hand and I’ll help boost you up.” He said as he laced his fingers together in front of him, and made sure it was at an angle where he could only miss the second ledge if he was blind, deaf and dumb. “..Thanks..” He said meekly, a blush warming his cheeks again as he grunted to reach the second ledge. Little by little Quinn helped boost him up each ledge, and as much as he felt bad that he had made his brother more or less climb the building twice, he was infinitely grateful for his help. Because let’s face it, he knew he wouldn’t have been able to do it otherwise. Probably would have quit the first ledge in. “…Woo… boy… and you’re not even winded.” Sammy panted out as he crawled over the final ledge, laying down on the roof top to catch his easily winded breath. Quinn on the other hand had already pulled himself over, laid out their sleeping bags, started a fire, and was currently rummaging through his supplies undoubtedly for food. He was so efficient that Sammy was almost a little jealous that he was able to do so much while he had the stamina of a pet guinea pig that someone had overfed too often. “I’m guessing you didn’t do many activities?” he asked curiously as Sammy sat up from his breather. Something inside hurt at having flashing of memories return to him.

Of begging when he was younger to be let out to play with the other children, instead of being lead into a bedroom and—shaking his head from the thoughts he smiled. An automatic response now, something that was second nature as he tucked some of his hair behind his left ear. Subconsciously making sure the curtain of hair covered up his right eye with a tilt of his head. “No. I wasn’t allowed to go outside.” He said softly, which might have interested Quinn, considering the follow up question. “Before or after the world went to hell?”

“Both. The only reason that I got away from them is because one got bit. I ran away when I had the chance.” He said, but left things as vague as could be. Shuffling over to the fire he pulled his knees into his chest, reach out to the fire with his suddenly too cold and clammy hands. His leg starting to ache dully underneath the dirtied white bandage he kept it wrapped in. Quinn said nothing as he continued with what he was going. And Sammy just didn’t have an words to say himself, it was a veil of darkness that had been laid over him, and his mind imagining the dread of having one of them stand behind him. He could almost feel the leering and cruelty of the stares through his imagination…his mind just going into darker places as he watched the fire crackle and snap. “I don’t have fresh meat right now, but I do have this can of beans and chicken soup.” Quinn’s voice chimed into his worsening recollection of memories, and like a life line thrown into a chaotic sea that was his mind, Sammy clung to it.

Dragging himself away from his mind as he just… stopped thinking. It was easier that way. A bright smile grew on his face. “Chicken soup please!” he responded as Quinn nodded and pulled out other meal supplies. Once Quinn, the unsurprisingly great cook was done, there was a hearty meal in front of them that made Sammy’s mouth water. Chicken soup served on little plastic bowls, beans, rice and some serving of vegetables. And what Sammy most of all had his eye on, was a piece of candy that was left laying around when Quinn had taken out the materials. It was an old fashioned gum. Ones that quickly lost their favor after a couple of chews, but he wanted it so bad. He hadn’t had sugar in a while, and it all just seemed like he had died and had gone to heaven in relief. But then, he wasn’t that hard of a person to please. Sammy eagerly started with the soup, and took little bites of everything every now and then. Savoring everything Quinn had given him to eat. There were even soft groans and moans of appreciation as he ate in the only way a starved man could.

It was only when he was licking up the remains of the meal that he spoke again. “You have like… such an amazing stamina” he said in between licking his bowl and his plate clean. He was not about to let anything to waste. “… I’m sure you’ll get used to walking a lot, since I’m always on the move.” He explained and Sammy looked over at him. Licking his lips as first a wave of dread washed over him. And the thought of walking so much, he almost felt dehydrated already. Before he could bring himself down, or sound ungrateful the Quinn was willing to let him stick around, he perked up. Trying to think of all the good things that would come from that, but one idea made him smile the most. “Who knows, maybe I’ll get shapely legs with all that walking.” He half joked, and was half serious as he looked down at his legs. The thin, pale legs that were more feminine and delicate than anything. With the exception of the dirtied bandage on his right leg, his legs were damn good too look at. Even better when he wasn’t as skinny as he had fallen in the past months.

“Then wearing thigh high leggings will look even sexier on me.” He said with a chirper attitude and cute smile.

[Operation_Dream]

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There are two types of people in the world. The kind that picks up every stray animal they find on the side of the street to take home and nurse back to health and the kind that puts them out of their misery either because of the kindness in their heart or because such an animal is truly pathetic in existence. Quinn could remember a time in his life where he had been the sort of person who wanted to help every little creature just because he knew that having something die around his gentler brother would be upset over it. The memories were vague, but there had been a time that Quinn would have helped anyone and anything... those times were quickly destroyed with the custody issues that landed both twins into the foster care system, and Quinn was carted to the other side of the country so that the twins could no longer be together. Life soured whatever innocence, warmth, and respect for the life of others that Quinn had possessed... It wasn't that his new life was the worst in the world, physical and verbal violence were easy enough to handle, but it was the isolation really drove Quinn into his cold persona. How was he supposed to smile when the only person who knew how to make him smile was stripped from him like the visitation rights of a prisoner?

Quinn sat on the other side of the fire as he prepped the dinner, eyes drifting between the crackling fire and the astranged male that sat on the other side. It had become difficult for the ravenette to make small talk with people of any kind before the outbreak, but after he had an excuse to kill those around him in cold blood? It became near impossible. Aside from the meaningless sex with women he didn't care enough to learn the names of along the way, Quinn didn't bother with other survivors and would go days, if not weeks, without talking to anyone other than himself when he was thinking his survival tactics out loud. So... how was he supposed to talk to Sammy of all people? It wasn't like Quinn was that same kid that would feed scraps to a starving dog just to make his brother happy and it wasn't like Sammy was just another nameless woman Quinn could just ******** into a state of silent obiedence. Though, from the earlier vulgar suggestions that Sammy had made in exchange for food back in the ruins of the store, it was clear that someone once upon a time had treated sammy that way. Quinn wouldn't be continuing that trend, Sammy was his brother not just some tramp... He would just have to figure out how to carry on normal brotherly conversations again.

Folding an old tattered towel around one of his hands, Quinn went about pulling the open cooking cans of food from the fire without buring himself. “I don’t have fresh meat right now, but I do have this can of beans and chicken soup.” Fresh foods of any kind were harder to obtain than the scavenged canned foods, but they were by far better tasting and more perferred by most. Quinn didn't hunt when he was camped out within a city or town where buildings outnumbered the avaliable forest, it would burn too much scavanging time treking back and forth between camp and the hunting grounds. That being said, Quinn was one hell of a shot with his bow and arrow and was considerably successful when it came to hunting. Now that he had Sammy, who was in desperate need of protien, Quinn might have to take up some extra time ensuring some big game. Extra meat to smoke for jerky so that it would keep... or maybe they could do some fishing. It's been too long sense Quinn had some fish.

The bright smile grew on his twin's face pulled Quinn from the thoughts of hunting and survival that echoed in his head, less focus needed to be put on the tasks of tomorrow and more needed to be put on those at hand. “Chicken soup please!” Sammy chimed out, there was no complaints from Quinn on that matter, he wasn't a picky eater and as long as Sammy was getting a decent meal then he had no complaints. Usually just a can of food was enough for Quinn for one meal, it made his supplies last a lot longer that way, but tonight he served far more than just one can of food. Beans, rice, and vegetables were served up with Sammy's can of soup in some old plastic bowls that Quinn had reused countless times. Nothing fancy, but it was certainly more substantial than whatever Sammy had been living on recently if those groans of pleasure that came from the other male were any indication.

Quinn was a slow eater in comparison to how Sammy was practically inhaling the food that had been served him, it was like watching one of those starving dogs swallow down pieces of meat without chewing first. Quinn was only half way through his bowl of food when his brother was licking the bottom of his clean, “You have like… such an amazing stamina” praise was sounded once more from the other. It made Quinn question silently if the praise was genuine, or if it was a kiss a** way of ensuring that he didn't get left behind or tossed to the walkers. Quinn had run into plenty of people like that since the outbreak, but he hoped that Sammy wasn't so transparent. “… I’m sure you’ll get used to walking a lot, since I’m always on the move.” Stamina was something that could be trained, it wasn't like Quinn started out hitting the ground running. In fact he was the sort of person that spent more time studying and reading than he did running or other pysical activies, Quinn had learned to adapt to survive... and if he had to then he would just have to teach Sammy how to do the same. Though Quinn's optimism over how easy it would be to train Sammy wasn't shared by his brother by the clear look of dread that washed over his facial features, followed by a smile that eliminated the previous look of horror. Sammy was so..

Expressive Quinn would have to get used to that.

"Who knows, maybe I'll get shapely legs with all that walking." Sammy sounded in a tone that confused Quinn's lack of social graces. Was he joking? Was he serious? Was he just trying to draw Quinn's attention to his legs? They hadn't even been around one another for a few hours and already Sammy was causing his brother a great deal of confusion. That was a new personal best, but whatever his twin's intention's Quinn's violet eyes trailed down the length of Sammy's legs. It was another sign of how under fed Sammy had been since they were so thin, nearly just skin and bones, but there was little doubt that if his brother were healthy then he would have the best set of legs this side of the apocolypse. Though the bandage that was wrapped around a portion of one of Sammy's legs brought up reasonable concern, infection (the bacterial kind not the zombie kind) would be problematic since medicine was difficult to come by even with the scavaging skills avaliable to him. Once again Sammy's voice pulled Quinn away from the thoughts of survival, bringing the gaze that had fallen to stare at the fire's rippling flames. “Then wearing thigh high leggings will look even sexier on me.”

First, Sammy would have to get back to a healthy weight. "Hand me your bowl" setting down his own half empty bowl down on the ground beside him, Quinn reached out to take the empty bowl from his brother. There was just enough left overs to fill up Sammy's bowl again which Quinn made sure to do, "Eat up, I made far more than I can eat alone." It was another instruction, or suggestion, given as he handed the refilled bowl back to Sammy before taking up his own bowl to finish off his meal.

While Sammy finished eating, Quinn busied himself with cleaning up the mess he made cooking the meal, stowing away the bag of dried rice, putting up utensils, and everything else. By the time he finished putting everything up and putting the duffle bags back onto the corner of the building, Quinn was ready to throw another log onto the fire. If Sammy had thought his general climbing skills were impressive then he would have been amazed at the work it took to get the small stack of fire wood up to the roof. It was a painstaking task, but keeping warm when the temperatures dropped over night was far more important than how difficult it was to accomplish it. The sun had sunk below the horizon, signalling that it was time to get some sleep for the long day that was waiting for them.

"We shouldn't get too cold tonight.." Quinn commented as he fixed the sleeping bags for the two cots for them, since Quinn was used to having female company around so he always had a second sleeping bag at hand. Now, at least it would actually be used by someone that meant something. "If you need me to stoke the fire because you get cold just wake me up..." He added as took the side further from the fire, since both sleeping bags were side by side, to allow Sammy more warmth through the night. Sliding his legs into the sleeping back, Quinn took a few minutes to get comfortable before leaning up on his elbows to make sure that Sammy was comfortable.

It was a normal night falling asleep under the stars since there was no threat of a storm, listening to the walkers move a few stories down, while his busy mind went over the travel plan of the next day. Getting to sleep was never something that Quinn had been able to manage with ease, so he was awake long after his twin's breathing had slowed. The only unusual thing about the night was the fact that Sammy, in his sleep, had rolled over to curl into him for warmth. Initially the action caused Quinn's body to tense up, the desire to shove him away was the first response that came to mind... but, there was a content sigh from Sammy as he got comfortable. Waking Sammy up just to make him moved away seemed like such a waste of a peaceful state of rest. So Quinn sighed heavily, one arm coming around Sammy's person. At least he wouldn't have to stay up all night thinking about, if Sammy was okay or where he had ended up or if he was even alive.

Sleep was fleeting for Quinn, with the first beams of light over the horizon he was up and packing up the rest of the camp while he waited for his pot of water to boil for breakfast. It was a quick and easy clean up, since he had done most of the work the night before after they ate dinner. So, it wasn't long before he had the camp picked clean and packed away and a pot of freshly cooked mac and cheese cooked up and waiting to be served.

"Sammy" Quinn called out as he stood over the sleeping form of his twin brother, he was curled down into his sleeping bag looking peaceful.. It was almost a crime to have to wake him up, since Quinn was positive it was the first time the other had anything close to a worry free night of sleep in quite sometime. If they didn't need to get a move on to another location, since Quinn had already picked the area clean, then he would have let the white haired male sleep in. Time wasn't a luxury that was in their favor, everything they needed to do in order to survive had to be done in between sun rise and sunset because once it got dark there were too many risk factors and unknown dangers. The walkers became more aggressive, without light survivors became more clumbsy, and other things lurking in the shadows couldn't be accounted for. Quinn wasn't one that enjoyed unknow variables. "Sammy, wake up... it's time for breakfast" This time, Quinn used the tip of his shoe to nudge Sammy awake, there was nothing worse than a hot meal on a cool fall morning going to waste.

Quinn watched as his more colorful counterpart woke up, stretched, and then got to his feet to greet his twin good morning. A warm flush pulled into the ravenette's cheeks after Sammy placed a fleeting kiss onto one before pulling away with a warm smile. That greeting was confusing and embarrassing, most people were put off by how distanced he was, skirting around him afraid to set him off... but Sammy was so open and comfortable. How was it that he was so easily expressive when the world was full of darkness? Quinn found himself staring at his brother's smiling face when he was asked a simple question, it seemed that getting lost in his thoughts wouldn't be so easy with Sammy around to keep him grounded in the moment, "So what's for breakfast?" "Mac-n-cheese" The answer was mechanical as he turned back to the fire to take a seat so that he could serve up the meal before it got cold.

How was it possible for someone to eat a bowl of cheese covered pasta in such an obliviously attractive way? It wasn't the right train of thought for someone to have toward's their brother, but Quinn couldn't pull his eyes away from Sammy's lips and the tongue that danced readily over them to lap up the cheese that would stick to them with every bite. Quinn had barely touched his own bowl of food, he was too busy watching Sammy eat his own. His blood was flowing to the head, and it was starting to make sitting in front of the fire uncomfortable... he just needed to walk it off, so Quinn set his untouched bowl of food down and got to his feet. Standing up only made matters worse, or so it seemed, because Quinn found himself looking down at his brother who was licking the cheese off the tips of his fingers, a look of innocence painted over his facial features.. "So what are we doing today?~" The question was asked, and while it was a completely normal and even expected one, made it difficult for Quinn to keep himself and his hormones in check.

Improper thoughts.. Sammy was his brother, not another bimbo wanting to use him to survive in exchange for sex. Quinn needed to put some distance between them, just a few steps of breathing room. One foot behind the other, then another, and then another... except on the last step back his shoe got caught in the strap of his duffle bag, and then gravity attempted to bring Quinn the rest of the way down. If it weren't for his quick reflexes then Quinn would have definitely busted his a** from falling to the ground, but despite not hurting himself it seemed that tripping was enough to get Sammy up in arms. "Eh?? Onii-Chan! Are you okay?" The whole scenario was becoming one huge matter of embarrassment and an example of 'what not to do when you finally get reunited with your long lost brother. "I'm fine.. just stood up too fast and made myself dizzy" Quinn supplied before clearing his throat and pushing his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose where they belonged. "We are moving on from this place... So we'll be walking.."

Quinn wasn't sure if his brother were simply that clueless of the things that had just happened, or if he was saving face to keep from embarrassing his more stoic twin further. Whatever the case the way he blinked cluelessly and smiled warmly at him, not touching in on the fact that Quinn had nearly busted his a** by tripping over a bag (when he had previously scaled a building with no trouble at all), and spoke happily made Quinn relax at least partially. "Well I know that silly~" There was a pause as Sammy sat down his bowl and got to his feet to come to Quinn's side, pressing his body flush against his brother's side. "I meant what would we be doing for fon?~" One of Sammy's hands trailed down Quinn's chest suggestively, it wasn't the first time that he had such a motion done to him and he knew exactly what it meant. Quinn needed to get a grip... he had to be reading everything wrong. "I'm not sure what you're talking about.." Quinn murmured as he brushed Sammy's hand from his person, "The important thing is setting up the next camp"

A heavy sigh pulled from Sammy as he withdrew from his brother's side. Was that disappointment? Or annoyance? Did Quinn do something wrong to upset his brother without knowing it? This was by far the most confusing confrontation Quinn had ever had.. it seemed his months of just killing anyone who's relationship got to confusing or troublesome to deal with ewere strarting to catch up with him. "Okay, never mind then. One thing at a time~" He didn't sound disappointed as he hopped back over to his seat by the fire to finish off the rest of his meal. Maybe his mind really was playing tricks on him, now Sammy was eating like any normal person would and not like an over busy woman in a bad lunch lady related porno.

"We can do whatever you want when we get our new camp set up.." Quinn took his seat across from Sammy once more in order to finish eating his own untouched bowl of man n cheese, it wouldn't do for him to waste food and get hungry before they made any process on the day. "I'm sure we will both need a break when we get there"

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[IzayasFun]

S A M M Y Y U K I M U R A

Quinn didn’t seem to be in the mood for light hearted jokes but his twin had gazed down somewhat appreciatively at his legs. And for now, Sammy would take what little give and take they could have. “Hand me your bowl.” He said as Sammy blinked and obediently handed the item back over. Thinking that perhaps it was simply because he had finished his meal already, but when he saw Quinn fill it up with more food, he was ecstatic at the sight. It had been such a long time since he had been feed well enough to feel warm and fuzzy but he would certainly stay awake long enough to have another round of food. “Wow- Thanks!” he chirped as he was handed the bowl back over and look faintly worried mere seconds after. “Are you sure? I mean… I’m not ungrateful or anything but you know…” he trailed away awkwardly. Food was hard to come by, and to be able to eat two portions of food in this kind of situation the world was in, was strange. It made some guilt seep in that he was eating Quinn out of house and home—er sleeping bag. “Eat up, I made far more than I can eat alone.” Quinn responded quietly, and Sammy didn’t need any more encouragement than that. “Okay Oni-chan.” He hummed contently before digging in.

Quinn on the other hand had gotten to work straightening up what little mess the preparation of the meal had made. Nimble hands got to work cleaning and straightening everything up so that by the time Sammy had finished taking the time to savor what could be his last meal, Quinn was already laying out two sleeping bags. Gee…Quinn really was prepared for everything. Food, shelter, weapons…. He had practically survived this end of the world crisis in relative comfort. Of course, this was due to the fact that his twin had always seemed naturally more able. Somehow just one more step ahead when they had been children, and now that they were teenagers with the time that they had spent apart, Quinn was almost light years ahead of what he could and couldn’t do. In a lot of ways, he was just a very pretty and experienced whore. Normally that had kept him alive, but nobody was willing to pay attention to another person anymore, not even for pleasure.

“We shouldn’t get too cold tonight.” Quinn said as he dragged Sammy out of his thoughts, making him blink at what he was saying. Cold… No, he wouldn’t. A fire? A nice sleeping bag to relax in? Oh…this would definitely be the best night of sleep he would have gotten in a long time. Everything that happened today seemed to be a dream comes true for the white haired teen. Honestly, if he died the next day, he would be content enough to have seen his only twin one last time. “If you need me to stroke the fire because you get cold, just wake me up…” He said as he began to slide into his own bag, though relatively close to one another, Sammy wished it was just one huge one so that they both could fit in. They were older now…but that still didn’t stop Sammy from sliding into his own bag and wish that he could cuddle close to his other half. Instead he just gave Quinn a warm smile as he settled into comfort. The warmth from the meal and the fire working their magic to lull him closer and closer into sleep. “This is great… I love you Quinn.” He murmured as he shut his eyes.

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The dream was pleasant. It was of sunny and hazy skies of an old memory he had relived for too many times over the years. There was the sound of his own laughter, and of Quinn’s laughter. Just youthful giggles and playful taunts of an old hide and seek game. They were in their backyard, running around together when the voice of their mother and father joined them. Loving parents teasing them with promises of tickles and raspberries if they were caught, and how their shrieks of joy just increased. He remembered hiding behind a shady tree with Quinn, both giggling up a storm while trying to shush each other. Parents with faces blurred out from memory came around to pick them up. Their father picking him up and tossing him into the air with coos that he had found them. Their mother having picked up Quinn and cradled him close to his bosom as she kissed the top of the child’s head.

It was the nicest memory he had of his life… And he wondered if Quinn remembered how happy they had been.
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“Sammy, wake up… It’s time for breakfast.” Quinn called out, nudging him to drag Sammy out of his sleep. He groaned a little and waited to fully open his eyes through a series of fluttering. It wasn’t that he hated mornings, but rather that he was a heavy sleeper. Something that he knew was dangerous, but never had been able to stop. Eventually, it just became another way to ignore the fondling and surprise sex he would at times wake up to. Eventually, he sat up with a yawn, stretching as everything seemed to pop into place at the action and hopped out of the bag to give his twin some morning affection. Kissing his cheek briefly he smiled warmly to his more stoic counterpart. He didn’t mind though. Quinn was his twin, his brother, they would remain connected until the day they died, so there was next to nothing that Quinn could do at the moment to rain on his happiness. “So what’s for breakfast?” he said as he looked curiously to what Quinn’s hands were absentmindedly doing. “Mac-n-cheese.” He replied making Sammy grin even more. “Great! I haven’t had that since I was a kid!” he said enthusiastically, wanting to dip a finger into the pot for some cheese but stopping himself when he remembered that most people didn’t like that.

For as loving and connected he was towards his twin, Quinn on the other hand seemed a few steps away from just shattering from whatever inner tension and stress he was carrying around. He made the mental note to test the waters around his twins. There was only one way Sammy could repay his brother for his kindness, and luckily that included pleasure for the both of them.

Sammy made sure to eat in a seducing way. That it seemed that he was trying but wasn’t being a complete slut about it. “So...what are we doing today?” it was an innocent enough question with a more teasing undertone. A subtle invitation that Quinn could literally do whatever he wanted.. which was lost on his twin. It seemed like forever as he knew Quinn was watching, considering most men would have just ravaged him then and there, but while he had assumed his brother had stood up in order to cross what little distance had been between them, he had only turned away. He was almost backing away from him as Sammy looked at him innocently enough. A tongue running over the strained cheese on his lips as Quinn eventually ended up nearly falling from his distraction. That instantly changed Sammy’s mindset from seductive to concern. He wanted to help his brother relieve some…stress, not have him fall backwards and crack his head open. Even if he hadn’t fallen, Sammy was worried that he had hurt himself in some way regardless, it was the worry wart inside him that had always fawned over Quinn’s wellbeing. “Eh?? Onii-Chan! Are you okay?” Quinn’s faint blush grow a little pinker as he cleared his voice and regained his composure. “I’m fine…just stood up too fast and made myself dizzy.” He explained, making Sammy want to smile since it meant that Quinn did find him attractive, to some degree at least. But he withheld the emotion from showing up on his face. “We are moving on from this place… So we’ll be walking.”

“Well I know that silly~” he hummed as he walked over to trail a hand over Quinn’s chest. Even through the fabric he could feel the lean muscle twitching with tension and somewhat apprehension. Have he misjudged the other’s desire? “I’m not sure what you’re talking about…” he murmured as he brushed his hand away and turned away from him slightly. “The important thing is setting up the next camp.”

Sammy sighed and eased some distance from Quinn. Maybe he had been testing the waters too quickly. Maybe Quinn didn’t find him attractive at all…Which would mean that he would have to learn how to cook or something in order to pay him back. He almost groaned at the thought. He couldn’t cook to save his own life let allow to show someone his gratitude. He could just end up killing Quinn with a stew by accident, just due to his own incompetence. Before he let that darkening edges of his own lack of self worth drag him down to even darker places, he shrugged. Pushing the matter from his mind and just slapping on a smile. Because it was just easier to forget your problems if you distracted yourself. “Okay, never mind then. One thing at a time~” he hummed as he walked back over to finish the meal he had left untouched. He would figure things out later, and if Quinn didn’t find him attractive, well there was always attempting to cook. “We can do whatever you want when we get our new camp set up…” Quinn explained as he sat back down to eat as well. “I’m sure we will both need a break when we get there.” Sammy nodded a little at the news. He was almost sure that Quinn didn’t understand what he wanted just yet, but maybe with time that would become clear. Just when the situation would present itself.

“Okay…But there’s something I have to do before we leave though…” he said, smile falling a little in seriousness and Quinn looked at him skeptically.
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After descending the building, and them having trekked nearly back to where they had met in the store, Sammy gave Quinn a little smile as they continued on. At least being quiet with his steps was something he had learned on his own, because by the time they reached to where he wanted to go, Quinn had grabbed him by the shoulder to stop him going any further into what was a thickening crowd of walkers. “Where is this place?” he demanded, frowning at the sight of what was complete danger to them from their hiding point behind cars. Sammy smiled warily. “It’s in that building, or well van…” he ducked out a little to show Quinn a place that was nearly collapsed in it’s own right. It used to be some small time store at the edge of the city’s circle that had caved in due to a white van having smashed into the store. The van had a simple rope around it, but inside was where he had kept what little he had, and where he had slept protected, ironically some the same walkers that roamed outside. “No, this is too risky.” He said firmly, mouth forming into a fine line. Sammy was instantly distressed at the sound of that, but more so that he couldn’t tell the other that there really wasn’t any danger for him.

As long as he was quiet, the Walkers never paid him any attention, as if they thought he was one of their own. He couldn’t just walk into the crowd of the undead with Quinn around however, seeing that it would bring up all sorts of question that he really didn’t want to have to answer yet. “Look… I have a coat. It’s with fresh zombie guts.. I just have to put it on and they won’t notice me. “ he explained but Quinn was still against it. “You’re not going.” He said firmly, making Sammy frown a little. He sighed before kissing his cheek and walking over to the alley adjacent to the car to dig up the coat he had been speaking about. He didn’t even wait for Quinn to try and stop him as he ducked out through a different alley. It wasn’t long before he was met with walkers, that turned slightly at the sight of him. Mouths open and closing in some kind of hibernating state as Sammy threw back a look to Quinn who seemed to be horrified. Gripping weapons that he hadn’t even noticed him taking out.

He continued on. It wasn’t long before he had slowly shuffled over to the van’s entrance. Quickly undoing the knot that had held one door closed. Thankfully due to the van not being that old, it didn’t creek as he slipped back inside of the place. There was only a few things that he had come for, and as soon as he had gathered everything up in a small pouch tied around his belt, he slipped back outside, leaving the door open as he began his way back. He had made a mistake. The door he had left open had opened the entire way due to the slight angling the can had. And eventually let out a loud and groaning creeks from the metal. Walks snapped their head towards the van and as they began towards it, Sammy had to keep himself from panicking at the sight of newly wakened Zombies looking for the source of the noise. They could ignore him, but all it would take was one false move to make them realize he wasn’t dead yet. Jaws and screeches of Zombies groaned and some looked at him curiously at times before shuffling towards the van and store that was swarmed with the creatures.

These minutes were the longest of his life so far as he eventually made it back to the alley way that had Quinn. Walking over to him with a smile he opened up his hand to show him the open rectangular locket he had risked his life for.

It was a picture of their family, together on one side. And of the once innocent and vibrant purple eyed twins in the other.

“I couldn’t lose this… Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to remember their faces… I was even starting to forget yours.” He said softly, tears forming in his eyes a little at the loss and of the love he held for the male before him.

[Operation_Dream]

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Uncertainty. It was something that Quinn had felt a lot in his life time and it was a feeling that he hated more than anything. It was a reoccuring theme that was thrusted upon him at every turn of the road. When their parents died, when they were seperated, when he was taken states away, when he was taken in by one foster family after another, and when the outbreak started, Quinn felt nothing but uncertainty at every turn. As a result of his constant feeling of instability the raven haired teenager wasn't sure what emotions he was supposed to display, that was an issue that had plagued him long before the outbreak started. Each foster parent added to his difficulties, everything about him had beenConstricted to the point that Quinn's personality had been completely altered into something unrecognizable. He had been sculpted and molded by sharp words and bloody fists, into hiding his emotions.. he had long sense lost the ability to feel like a normal person.

But when Sammy alerted the crowd of rotters when he was doing God knows what trying to accompish his 'one last thing' before they left Quinn felt a range of emotions that had long since been lost to him personally. Fear. Panic. Dread. His accelerated heartbeats were like thunder in his ears, as he watched the swarm nearly kill his twin right in front of him. Seconds felt like hours as he waited from behind the meager cover that Sammy left him behind before running across the street to the dark alleyway. It was when the other male emerged once again that his hitched breath slowly exhaled in utter relief. His knuckles started to regain their color once again as his grip loosened around his bow as Sammy returned to his side with a smile painted on his lips.

Sammy was okay... he was okay. Breathe Quinn, just breathe Sammy was still alive.

Quinn exhaled thickly as he he looked at Sammy, relief playing out over his features. His eyes looked down to his twin's hand where he held a rectangular locket, a locket that Sammy had just successfully risked his life to obtain. Normally, Quinn wouldn't have cared what was inside of the locket since it wasn't his problem... but the look on his brother's face gave him a reason to care. Obviously there was something important hidden within the metal shell of the locket since he had gone out of his way to get it.

“I couldn’t lose this… " Sammy started, as he opened the locket to show off pictures that had once upon a time been extremely familiar to Quinn. One picture was of their family and the other was of the two twins that looked like polar opposites, except for the purple eyes that both possessed. It was the same picture that Quinn had carried around with him since they were seperated, after the infection took over civilization he kept it folded up in his pocket as a reminder. A reminder of why he was surviving; as to what his purpose was "Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to remember their faces… I was even starting to forget yours.” the softness of his voice made the ravenette look up to meet the other's loving gaze.There it was, there was that feeling of guilt he hadn't felt for the longest time. He left Sammy alone.. he didn't intend on doing that ever again.

No one would take away his other half, he would make sure of that.

"You should wear it around your neck.. so that you won't loose it." Quinn murmured as he set his bow down so that he could take the locket from Sammy's hand to clasp it around the other's neck. One hand came up to Sammy's cheek, lingering for a few moments as he held the other's gaze. Quinn wasn't sure why it was that the other's cheeks turned a redden tint "Okay, Onii-Chan" Sammy murmured back softly . "Next time.. you need to tell me what you're doing so that I can help you." He paused as his eyes looked off to the alleyway where Sammy had come from, there was no way in hell that Quinn was just going to let him do some stunt like that again. "Don't make me worry like that again" It wasn't everyday that he admitted to be anything but confident in his abilities and uncaring as to what happened to those around him, so he hoped that the other male wasn't taking advantage of this moment.

"I thought you wouldn't let me.." The way that he mumbled those words made him seem drained of that energy that made him glow. Was he sad? Did Quinn make him upset somehow..? This communicating thing was difficult, so Quinn turned to look away from Sammy, trying to get his conversational bearings back into check. "I wouldn't have. I would have done it for you" Quinn murmured matter-of-factly, he was a capable person who would and could do anything for Sammy if the other simply asked. Arms came to wrap around his waist, pulling him out of his thoughts, and he felt Sammy's face press into the middle of his back. Reflexively he stiffened but he couldn't help but relax when he heard the words that came out of his brother's mouth. "I won't Quinn... I.. Love you, you know" The words were soft and muffled by the way that Sammy was positioned, but they held a great weight. Love. That was something that his life had been devoid of for a considerable amount of time.

A faint smile came to his lips, Sammy still loved him after all this time? He wasn't afraid of him like everyone else that met him in this new world was? He wasn't put off by how calloused and distanced he was? That was the best news that Quinn could have heard, besides the fact that his long lost brother was alive. "I know.." he started in a hesitated fashion, he didn't know how to express love back. How was he supposed to reply to that without upsetting Sammy.. "Why else would we both carry around the same picture?" Those seemed to be the magic words, because Sammy perked up and turned into his bright happy self again "Really? Show me!" he practically shouted as he pulled away from Quinn and came around so that he was facing his brother again. It was like he was an impatient and eager child waiting for a surprise, it was... cute.

It took a moment to fish out the worn folded up photo from his inner coat pocket where it was safe from damage and the elements. When it was in his hand Quinn looked at the crumpled square with soft eyes. For the longest time the picture of their long since broken family was the only connection that Quinn had to his brother, it used to be tucked away under his pillow where he could keep it close at all times. "Mine is in worse condition... but here" he handed over the picture almost reluctantly, it was a valuable possession. He didn't want to risk it getting messed up.. but did it matter at this point? Since he had Sammy with in the flesh and blood, did he really need the picture?

Observant eyes watched as the other male took the picture carefully in his hands, it was as if he knew that he was holding the only possession that Quinn couldn't replace in the palms of his hands. "I love it.." There was that word again, how Quinn envied how easily Sammy knew what he felt. "You even have Papa here too." Sammy whispered softly as he ran one hand over the photograph as if he were remembering fonder times. "Thank you.. for finding me" He started, pausing to look up to his brother with tear filled eyes "You're so awesome" Damn. Sammy was making his chest feel weird...

Before he knew what he was doing one of Quinn's hands had come to Sammy's face to gently wipe away the tears that were starting to roll down the side of Sammy's cheeks. "I promised... when they split us up, that I would find you again." Quinn was a man of his word, he didn't make promises lightly and reuniting with his brother was a promise that he had been willing to die in order to keep. Now that they were together again? Quinn was willing to die to ensure that they were never parted again.. "Do you have everything you need now? It's time to get moving so that we can set up a camp before nightfall" Quinn questioned softly, they were loosing vaulable light, even if this was the most meaningful conversation that he had in the longest time.

"I have everything I need, as long as I have you, I'll be okay." Sammy answered happily as he practically hopped to stand at Quinn's side, taking his hand gently within his own. Quinn looked down at their joined hands hesitantly, how was he supposed to draw his bow with only one hand? But.. it made Sammy seem so happy to hold his hand. So he nodded slowly and surpressed his concerns, if anything came up he could always pull away then "I'll always be with you now.." he murmured softly as he pulled Sammy along with him in the direction that they were to start their journey together in.

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Quinn was used to being alone. He travelled alone, scavanged alone, ate alone, set up camp alone, and lived alone. It was the way things had been since the outbreak, since he slit the throat of his abusive foster father and burned his house down with the rest of his foster family in it, Quinn had always been alone. Aside for the times that Quinn took in some hopeless bimbo along the way, he had been on his own. So, having Sammy to travel with was a new experience. He was a living breathing person that had his own needs and desires, that possessed his own pace and personality and needed to be taken care of. Quinn knew next to nothing about keeping other people happy, to keep them entertained, or anything of the sort. The only thing that Quinn knew was survival, that's all that he had dealt with for a very long time, and so most of the first day they travelled together was mostly Sammy talking to himself, Quinn acknowledged his words by applying soft squeezes to Sammy's hand. Sammy talked mostly to himself because Quinn didn't know how to talk back anymore, he didn't know how to talk to someone who was still starry eyed and happy about everything.

Quinn finally spoke up a few hours past noon, "I know you're tired.. lets stop here for the night" Normally Quinn would have walked until it was starting to get dark, but he noticed that his twin was experiencing fatigue and couldn't keep up with his pace. "We will have to set up a border around our campsite, since it'll be on the flat land in this forest.. but we should be relatively safe here" Quinn had stopped in a small clearing in the middle of a thicket, as long as he laced up some means of alarm to wake them up if something wondered to close to where they were sleeping. Not that Quinn does much sleeping when he was vulnerable like this.



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[IzayasFun]

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Quinn was almost too quiet as Sammy explained why he had risked his life. The necklace that was in his hand, seemed smaller and smaller the longer the pause, and part of him wondered if he had made Quinn upset with him- enough to leave him. His breath hitched at the mere idea that Quinn could become upset with him, enough to leave him. He would do whatever to make sure Quinn didn’t hate him, even if he had to throw away the necklace—if that made Quinn happy. Biting his lip nervously, Quinn finally seemed to exhale and step towards him.

“You should wear it around your neck… so that you won’t lose it.” Quinn murmured, finally moving from his stiff position to put down his bow, and reach out to cup one of his cheeks. The warmth from Quinn, the tenderness of the touch made Sammy’s cheeks light up pink in a blush. It had been so long since another human being had been gentle with him, that the small gesture almost brought tears to his eyes. “Okay Onii-chan” he murmured softly, leaning into his touch as Quinn moved to clasp the necklace around his neck. The cold metal was warm where Quinn had touched it. “Next time… You need to tell me what you’re doing so that I can help you.” He scolded softly. “ Don’t make me worry like that again.” He drilled into him, and Sammy shrunk a little. There really wouldn’t ever be another reason that he would willingly leave Quinn’s side again, but what if there was something important to him, and Quinn didn’t listen? He wouldn’t ever blame his brother if there was one day something they disagreed about, but Quinn didn’t seem the kind of person to help others anymore. He couldn’t just let people die… even if it put his own life at risk.

All these thoughts whirled in his head, scenarios were he could possibly die and upset the twin that had risked everything to try and find him again and the more he thought about it, the more he was uneasy. “I thought you wouldn’t let me…” he whispered, moving to fumble with his fingers. Hands that had once been perfectly manicured were now dirty, nails chipped in certain areas. He was a mess, wasn’t he? Quinn should just throw him back to the walkers. All these ugly thoughts wormed their way into his head as he stood before the twin that seemed to be decades older than him suddenly.

“I wouldn’t have.” He said gruffly, making his heart sink a little, but the raven haired male continued before he had a panic attack. “I would have done it for you.” Lifting his head up at the words, and looking at him, his back facing him, but there was just a wide spread relief at Sammy felt that his words. It meant that Quinn wasn’t upset with him, at least not upset enough to leave him, or hurt him. Acting on impulse, he moved forward, wrapping his arms around his twin that tensed even more in his hold. “I won’t Quinn…” he trailed away, he promised, he would never do something like that. He only hoped that he would be able to keep his promise. “I.. Love you, you know.” He mumbled as he buried his face into his back. “I know.” Quinn responded flatly. Sammy’s cheeks burning at the idea that maybe Quinn didn’t love him, then maybe it was okay, as long as he didn’t leave him. He just want to let him know that he did love his twin, and that he wasn’t just desperate to survive. Quinn seemed to relax in his arm after his admittance. “Why else would we both carry around the same picture?” he mumbled, the magic words. It lifted him up from his melancholy, and brought the bounce back into his step. His emotions fluctuated so much, but as long as he was happy, he didn’t really see it as a problem.

“Really? Show me!” He said enthusiastically as he let go of the other’s waist to bounce in front of him. Quinn silently moved to take the photo out from his inner pockets, his face softening as he held a folded up square inside the palm of his hand. It must have meant so much to him, to be that delicate about it. He knew the feeling, it was he couldn’t have left behind his locket, even if Quinn had had a picture of their family already. “I love it…” he whispered as he gingerly took the item and unfolded it to look upon the weathered picture. It was the same, but to have it in a bigger size was even more beautiful. “You even have Papa here too…” he paused, feeling emotional as he remembered flashbacks of their parents. Of his father’s voice, of his mothers caresses and hugs… It made him tear up. “Thank you…for finding me..” He whispered. “You’re so awesome..” he murmured, thinking about how great his twin was again. Quinn had traveled across states, fought his way, survived just to find him. While he had barely been surviving by himself.

Quinn moved to brush away some of the tears he hadn’t realized had been falling. “I promised…when they split us up, that I would find you again.” He said tenderly. “Do you have everything you need now? It’s time to get moving so that we can set up a camp before nightfall.” Quinn asked, while anyone else would have been upset that their warm moment had been interrupted with an analytical view of the day, Sammy only beamed. He was thankful that Quinn paid such attention to detail, it was something that he wouldn’t have thought about, and of course, he would have normally found himself at night trying to survive. It was a new kind of security and comfort about safety that he hadn’t had in years, since before their parents had died.

“I have everything I need, as long as I have you, I’ll be okay.” He hummed happily as he bounced over to his side, quietly reaching over to hold his hand. Quinn seemed uncomfortable with the action, but with enough silent pleading for him to allow it, he nodded slowly to accept the action.

“I’ll always be with you now…”
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Sammy didn’t like silence. He… really didn’t like silence. So he filled the silence, he chattered, he sang, he pointed out things that might not have mattered. He kept it up for a while, hours really, but at one point, he was tired. Slowly he talked less, and hummed more than singing. At one point, he whimpered every now and then. His feet were aching, could they be bleeding? He was definitely going to end up with sores. But even if he wasn’t directly complaining, Quinn seemed to understand his fatigue when he spoke up just as the sun was starting to go over the horizon. “I know you’re tired… lets stop here for the night.” He paused “We will have to set up a border around our campsite, since it’ll be on the flat land in this forest. But we should be relatively safe here..” he explained as he finally stopped walking and started setting up the camp. Sammy, who had laid down on the soft grass as soon as Quinn had made it clear they wouldn’t be walking, he groaned to see his twin starting to unpack things, and get things in order. “Aw man… I wanted to help you set up camp.” He whined, sighing heavily as he shuffled to his feet to help his twin.

Every step ached like stepping on jagged rocks barefooted, but he wanted to be useful to the person that was in return, keeping him alive and loved.

It felt like forever, but in between helping in what small ways he could, which mainly restricted him to picking up lighter pieces of firewood, and moving things around slightly. He was still weak from malnutrition, but he definitely had more energy than what he had had in months. Once he was done, he plopped down on the ground. “Okay, that’s it, I’m definitely not moving from here.” He pouted as he crossed his arms over his chest. Stretching out his legs, and taking off his shoes and socks to find relief in the fresh air that gave him. Sighing, he leaned back as Quinn poked and prodded the fire into life. A while of silence passed between them as Sammy just watched the sky above them slowly go from warm orange hues, to a blue lit up by a scattering of stars. It was beautiful, and it reminded him that even though life for humans was pretty terrible… there was no reason a person couldn’t live their life to the fullest. Scooting over to Quinn, he put his head against his shoulders as he nudged him to look over their heads. “Look Quinn, isn’t that pretty?” he hummed softly as he pointed up to the stars.

A shooting star darted over the night sky, making Sammy light up in wonder that they had witnessed such a rare event. “Oh! Did you see that ! That was so cool! Make a wish!” he said eagerly. Scrunching up his face as he made his own wish. He wished one day Quinn would become like the old Quinn, the soft and emotionally free spirit he had known in their childhood. But, he told the star, that if that wasn’t possible, that he wanted Quinn to live a long and healthy life. Either would work really. Turning to Quinn with a grin he laughed. “I hope your wish was good, because mine was, but you can’t tell me- or it won’t come true!” he said, he was pretty sure star wishes worked like birthday wishes anyways.

Quinn just smiled at him faintly. Almost unrecognizable from the stoic mask he was wearing, but it was good enough for Sammy. He smiled warmly in return, leaning back against him, he wrapped his arms around one of Quinn’s. The silence, and the prior excitement fading away to a peaceful moment as the fire crackled, and the food finished cooking. He watched as Quinn leaned over to removed the food from the fire, but before he could move to get the bowls for them, Quinn grabbed his arm. “Wait, turn around.” He said, throwing Sammy for a loop. “Turn…put your feet in my lap.” He said, making Sammy blink and feel a little self conscious as he quietly obeyed. Did his twin have a foot fetish or something? Even for things he had been made to do as a two penny whore, feet fetishes- well most fetishes were pretty weird. There was also the fact that his leg was bandaged. If Quinn saw that—what would stop him from just putting an arrow into his brain? Like any other rational person would do? Biting his lip nervously, he watched as Quinn just started to massage his feet.

He let out a shuddering sigh, relaxing finally at he looked up at Quinn and though all the other morbid scenerios had been dismissed, it finally clicked. He was rubbing his feet. A blush bloomed over his face. It was such a caring, and in some ways, intimate gesture that he didn’t know what to make of it. “Quinn, what are you doing? You don’t have to…” he mumbled in weak protest, but melted when Quinn rubbed over the pad of his aching foot. Groaning softly. “Your feet hurt don’t they?... You’ll get used to waking with some time.” He promised as Sammy’s eyes fluttered.

He sighed happily as Quinn continued. “Gosh… if you do this every day, I’ll walk mountains for you.” He joked as Quinn hit the sweet spot again- where there was the most pain. Sammy let out another groan, feeling as if all the tension of his body was fading away with the gentle administrations. He bit his lips, and moaned softly as those fingers kept at it. It really was that good, it was such a huge relief. Sammy was so relaxed, he almost didn’t notice the way that Quinn’s groin was starting to stiffen. It surprised him inwardly as his foot brushed against the member, he looked up at Quinn, who seemed to have a faintly pink glow to his own cheeks, or was that just the warmth from the fire? Nibbling on the inside of his cheek, he decided to test it. Making his body tremble slightly, he let out a louder groan. Breathing slower, and softer as he felt his cheeks warm up slightly at what he was doing. He knew… somewhere in the back of his mind that this was wrong. That he was tempting someone that he really shouldn’t but he wanted it. He wanted to please Quinn so much, and be pleased in return. He loved his brother… and that was enough justification he needed to ‘accidentally’ brush against the other’s growing arousal.

What had started as an innocent enough gesture had turned into confirmation for Sammy that his twin, on some level, did find him attractive. And if he found him attractive, then it made his desire into pleasing Quinn all the more attainable at some point. “This is so good…” he murmured softly…seductively. Quinn’s cheeks definitely changed a shade. Smiling softly to his poor squirming counterpart, he decided that was enough teasing. “You could stop now…I feel much better.” He hummed happily. Quinn looked unsure, but Sammy removed his feet from his lap, crawling back over to kiss his cheek. “Thank you Onii-chan.” He murmured, before smiling happily, and clapping his hands together “So! What’s there for dinner?”

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After dinner and Sammy and Quinn had crawled into a tent and sleeping bag together, Sammy was out like a light. His mind dreamt of nothing this time around. There were no recollections of happier days, but there were no nightmares either. When his consciousness came to, he was groggy. Feeling a loss of warmly immediately as he slowly sat up. Rubbing at his eyes, he patted next to him to find that Quinn wasn’t there. Even in his sleepy mind, that made his heart hiccup in his chest in fear. “Quinn?” he whispered, fearfully as he looked around, the tent was empty save for him being inside. Crawling to the tent’s open flap, he stuck his head out, the grogginess wearing off when he realized Quinn wasn’t outside either. “Q-Quinn? W-where are you?” he called, a bit louder as he stumbled out of the tent. The world suddenly felt very cold. Very alone. He was alone again. Why? Why?? Had he done something bad? Did Quinn finally realize that he was useless?

Unshed tears stung as he looked around. “Quinn? Why… don’t… Why did you leave?” he whined, biting his lips as he fought from downright breaking down in tears. Why wouldn’t Quinn wake him up? Did he leave without him? Looking around, Quinn’s bow was gone…. Had he just decided to leave him with supplies, and well…leave? Anxiety rose with each minute that ticked by. Had Quinn left him? Had Quinn gone out hunting and was in trouble? Was he hurt somewhere, and calling for him, but he couldn’t hear him? Oh Quinn!

“Quinn!!” he shouted, breath picking up as he was starting to hyperventilate. Shifting his weight on one foot, and the other, his mind just shouted one thing- Run. His body followed through with the command. “Quinn!” he shouted, running through the forest barefooted. The already raw soles of his foot abused more against the rocks, he cut himself on, but didn’t seem to notice. “Quinn!! I don’t like this! Please!” he cried, tears falling down his cheeks, and hands starting to shake. “Are you okay! Where are you!?” he screamed, clawing at his chest as his heartbeat rose quicker and quicker. He was starting to see little black stars as his mind was just starting to pass out to keep him from going insane. “Don’t… Don’t leave me…” he wheezed as the mixture of crying and hyperventilating was making him pass out. The forest was starting to spin. This was like Momma and Papa dying all over again! He had lost Quinn—or Quinn had lost him! He was lost again, he didn’t want to be alone again. “Quinn!!” he cried out, spinning around everywhere. Voices telling teasing him, bullying him, degrading him all the while. This was it, if he wasn’t found by some hunter, slaver or wild animal, he was going to have a heart attack.

“Sammy!” Quinn’s voice shouted, the russling of the woodland floor as Quinn suddenly gripped him by the shoulders. “Are you okay? Are you hurt??” he demanded, voice nearly shouting as Sammy only stared at him wildly. Trembling. “Y-you’re okay.” He whispered, tears flowing from his eyes. “You left me alone- and you didn’t tell me you were leaving. Don’t leave me again. Please..” he cried, moving to bury his tear stained face into Quinn’s chest, knuckles turning white as he cling to his shirt.

The voices, and panic slowly ebbing away the longer he was near his other half.

[Operation_Dream]

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Quinn felt Restless despite the fact that they had been walking all day to their current camp site. Sammy had been dead on their feet so they had to stop for the day, but Quinn’s twin lacked the stamina that he had so their pace had been slower and they hadn’t made it nearly as far as Quinn would have by himself. So naturally there was plenty of unspent energy swirling within the ravenette even as he laid in the sleeping bag with Sammy curled into his side to sleep for the night. Since they didn’t make it as far as Quinn had hoped they would, they were forced to set up camp in the middle of the woods where they were completely vulnerable. That vulnerability made Quinn Anxious to the point where every little sound outside of the tent caused him to tense, ears straining to hear any additional noises following. What made that sound? A walker? An animal? Someone sneaking around the side of the camp to blind side them? The inner workings of his mind were going crazy and yet Sammy was sleeping soundly beside of him like there wasn’t a single care in the world to be had.

He was envious of that ability to sleep so soundly.. after hours of laying there trying hopelessly to get some semblance of sleep, Quinn decided that there was no way that he would be sleeping.. he could already see the morning light start to spill through the fabric of the tent. Perhaps it was good news for Sammy that he didn’t get much sleep, it would mean they would go at an overall slower pace because Quinn would be more tired than normal.

What would it hurt if he went out for a short hunt? Sammy was sound asleep, Quinn wasn’t getting any sleep anyway, and his twin was in desperate need of protein to get some meat on those bones. Hunting was the most logical answer to the problem at hand, and as long as Quinn remained within a few hundred yards of the camp site then he would be able to hear the campsite to ensure Sammy was safe. Quinn brought the smoldering fire back to a crackling flame with a couple logs, it would be hot enough to cook whatever he brought back from the hunt.


The smell of fresh blood filled the air as a sickening crack filled the air. One yank on the arrow crushed the rest of the impaled skull of the dead rabbit. The condition of the dead animal hardly mattered to Quinn as he held it up by the ears to inspect it to injuries that had been caused by something other than his arrow. The rabbit would only be a good meal for Sammy if it didn’t have something wrong with it that would taint the meat.. the last thing Quinn needed was for his twin to get food poisoning because he wasn’t careful enough to ensure that it was safe to eat. He was being more paranoid than usual, it was true, inspecting the animal with critical eyes as if it were about to come back to life and hop right out of his hands. Quinn couldn’t help it, he knew how to feed himself and how to survive on his own but clearly his twin lacked that same survival instinct.. he was all skin and bones, sickly looking. Clearly the other’s best interest had be neglected for far too long and Quinn was going to do everything in his power to change that fact. Even if it meant he had to do it one dead rabbit at a time.

With one sharp shout, followed by the sounds of panic from Sammy, the hunt was forgotten. His shoes dug into the ground, one hand gripped tightly around the ears of the dead rabbit while the other clutched his bow. Quinn’s heart echoed in his chest, his mind swirled in a rapid analysis of what could possibly be wrong. Had he gotten to careless? Did he go too far from the campsite? Did he miss someone or something creeping into the camp? Was Sammy hurt? All these thoughts flooded his mental capacity as ran through the forest, shoving aside branches, following the panicked voice of his twin.

What was this feeling rising in his chest? His heart was thundering in his chest, but he wasn’t fatigued.. his entire person was filled with pure anxiety… a completely irrational emotion for someone like him to experience. What was this numbing feeling? Panic? But he didn’t panic. Panicking was something normal people did and Quinn wasn’t normal. He was the person that normal people came to fear in this new world. Or.. maybe having Sammy around was making him more normal? His twin’s presence would be his biggest weakness.

“Sammy!” Quinn shouted as he pushed through the woods into a clearing where his twin stood. Relief at seeing Sammy was alive washed over Quinn, but his twin being alive wasn’t enough. Sammy had to be okay, he had to be okay! And that’s why his hands came to grip this other male by the shoulders to look him over. “Are you okay? Are you hurt??” He demanded, he realized a bit harshly after the words were spoken, but he would have to apologize for that later. Purple eyes examined him as he twisted Sammy this way and that, glancing him over for injuries, but the only thing he could find wrong with his twin was scrapes and cuts from tree branches. Sammy was trembling and crying… but he appeared to be okay overall.

“Y-you’re okay.” The shaken whisper that pulled from the blond caused Quinn to blink in confusion. Wait. Sammy was worried that he was the one that was hurt? Were those tears in his eyes meant for Quinn? Was he worried that his twin had gone off to die in the woods? No one dared to cry for him before… they cried for him to save them. They cried for him not to kill them. But no one dared to cry for him and his well being. “You left me alone- and you didn’t tell me you were leaving. Don’t leave me again. Please..” So.. those tears were meant for him. His twin was experiencing that same panic Quinn had felt fading from his person at that very moment, simply because Quinn had left him alone at the camp site. Separation anxiety… Quinn hadn’t been prepared for that.

Quinn could feel hot tears bleeding through the fabric of his shirt as Sammy buried his face into his chest, hands gripped at his clothes like he were clinging for dear life. It was… new. “Shhh… I was hunting.. I’d never leave you behind Sammy” Quinn murmured out softly as he lightly wrapped his arms around his brother for a few moments in an attempt to comfort him in some form. But, they were in an exposed and dangerous place, so Quinn didn’t wish to linger about. So he lightly pushed Sammy away from him so that he could look him over once more. Sammy was barefoot?


“Where are your shoes?” Quinn asked softly as he looked down over the blond’s feet. His twins feet had been in a great deal of pain from the day’s walking, that much had been obvious by how much pleasure he had taken from the foot rub earlier that evening. But now he had cut up his feet from running through the underbrush, that wasn’t good. Risk of infection, slowed progress the next day, his twin was in pain.. and it was clearly his fault that Sammy had rushed into the woods without taking precautions to keep himself safe. “Nevermind that.. lets get back to camp. Do you want me to carry you?” he asked softly as one hand brushed sammy’s hair from his face with one hand, lightly wiping away the tears that had trailed down his cheek away. “Yes.. I’d like that” Sammy answered weakly.

It was official Quinn would do anything, even if it meant catering to his every whim, to keep him from crying like that again. Tears shouldn’t stain those porcelain cheeks, ever. A bright, over dramatic, and blinding smile belonged on that face instead. So, if he had to carry his twin through the woods, then so be it.

Quinn had to take a few moments to tie the catch of the night to his belt, he still had to ensure that Sammy got a real meal when they got to camp and every day to follow. When his hands were free of the rabbit, Quinn set his bow down so that he could turn his back to Sammy, kneeling “Climb on.. I’ll carry you back”. It was painfully obvious just how underfed Sammy had been in recent months since he was so light, carrying him would present no problems. “Wrap your arms around my neck. He instructed simply as he brought himself to full height, hands gripping at Sammy’s thighs to keep him steady as he moved. Picking up his Bow, Quinn let it hang round his arm from the bow string so that his hands would be able to remain holding Sammy up comfortably. “You don’t have to worry Sammy… I’m not going to leave you, I promise.” Quinn murmured faintly as he started back in the direction of their camp site. One steady footstep after another, he carried the most important person in his life back to the safest place offered to them in that moment so that he could clean him up, get him fed, and to get them on the move again.

What had been the smell of a creature’s fresh blood was quickly replaced by the smell of charring meat. The small rabbit was quick work for Quinn’s blade, removing its hide and gutting it was simple enough, and soon it was on a spit over the fire cooking. Along with it some rice was in a pot boiling to be paired with the fresh meat. The good thing about cooking was that it could be done without constant supervision, so while the food was cooking Quinn settled down beside of Sammy to clean the fresh cuts on his feet.

“Well.. you sure did a number on yourself… I’m sorry I left you here alone. I didn’t think.” There was a rare admittance, from the one person that over thought everything. It was true, Quinn didn’t think about how his brother would react to finding that his twin had left him alone after they had been split for years. It was a careless mistake, one that he wouldn’t be making again anytime soon.

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[IzayasFun]

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“Shh…I was hunting… I’d never leave you behind Sammy..” he hushed gently as his arms wrapped around him, calming him down. When Quinn pulled away, Sammy felt much better. He was still hiccupping a little, and some lingering sadness was still there, but the panic and paranoia was gone. Quinn promised him he would never leave him, and that was all he could ask for. It was all he really wanted, and to have that reassurance look a heavy weight off his shoulders. He trusted Quinn, as much as the whispers said ugly little things that Quinn was lying to him, Sammy knew he could trust him. He was his twin after all.

Brushing away from tears, even if a stray few kept falling, he finally felt like he could breathe again. Quinn seemed to look him over again for injuries, and while Sammy felt fine for the moment, the raven haired male reminded him of something that he had forgotten about in his panic, fear and adrenaline. “Where are you shoes?” he questioned softly, making the pale blonde look down to his reddened feet. Sore, slightly swollen now from both cuts, and the day before. He bite his lip as his brain finally registered the stinging, aching sensation of his poor feet—He was an idiot. Why had he rushed out without shoes? What would have happened if he had needed shoes? He inwardly berated himself, and let himself know that if Quinn beat him for his mistake, he had earned it. It’s what anyone else would have done to him for being so stupid, so he hold back tears as he waited for the first blow from Quinn.

Only, it didn’t happen. Quinn instead just dismissed it all together. “Nevermind that… let’s get back to camp. Do you want me to carry you?” he asked softly as a hand came to caress his cheek, and brush away his tears. A gentle gesture that Sammy leaned into happily. Quinn wasn’t hurt or dying, he wasn’t going to get beat for his mistake…the day was already looking up for him, but as selfish as he felt, he couldn’t refuse the offer. The cuts on his feet were starting to burn, and he really didn’t want to walk all the way to camp barefooted. Everything seemed to calm down in his body, but as a result, all the aches and pains from yesterday returned with a vengeance. Sammy almost felt woozy from all the excitement that had just occurred. “Yes…I’d like that.” He murmured weakly, his body feeling more heavy and pained the longer he stood, but Quinn was quick to assist him.

Wrapping what he figured to be breakfast into his belt, he bent down in front of him for a piggy back ride. Self conscious about being a bother to his twin, he wondered if he was heavy. If carrying him would be too much of a problem for him, that Sammy almost reconsidered the offer. He never wanted to be a burden to Quinn after all… “Climb on… I’ll carry you back.” Quinn encouraged, and that was all Sammy needed to push aside his insecurities and worries for the time being. He wasn’t exactly very healthy to begin with. “Wrap your arms around my neck.” He said as Sammy wordlessly complied, letting Quinn hold him steady as he traveled with him. Sammy kept wondering if he was too heavy, if he was too much of a bother to carry with the bow and rabbit that Quinn already had on his person, but somewhere in the gentle rhythm of Quinn’s steps, Sammy had found himself nearly dozing off while being carried. He almost didn’t hear Quinn speak, and had to snap himself out of it to listen in.

“You don’t have to worry Sammy…I’m not going to leave you, I promise.” The promise removed the last of Sammy’s paranoia, because for as much as the voices could whisper evil little things, Quinn had just promised he would never leave him alone. It was just.. Quinn’s love for him and security that made Sammy feel like everything would be alright as long as he was with him, and by the time they had reached camp, Sammy was groggy with sleep and the warmth of feeling cared for. Of being loved.

While Quinn cooked, Sammy had been pinching himself to stay awake. He knew Quinn wouldn’t want to keep sleeping, but since he was so thin, he had become used to sleeping the hunger away. Even the smell of food wasn’t keeping him awake, making him wonder if he was getting sick or something to be this fatigued. Quinn wouldn’t like that at all if he was, he might even get angry. “Well… you sure did a number on yourself… I’m sorry I left you here alone…I didn’t think.” He apologized, making Sammy rub his tired eyes and blink at him in confusion. Then just turn away from him in regret. “You don’t have to apologize Quinn, it was my fault. It’s just…I love you, and I was scared you might be hurt…” He said, biting his lip as he nervously wrung his hands. “It’s okay if you’re angry with me, you can hurt me if it’ll make you feel better.” He said softly, looking up at his twin nervously. He didn’t want to be hurt, he hated being hurt, but it was all he knew. If he made a mistake, there had never been a shortage of beatings to correct him.

How to smile, how to dress, how to seduce, how to properly suck a –
Shaking his head, he trembled a little at the memories, but Quinn was all he had now. Whatever Quinn wanted to do to him would be okay… he wouldn’t hurt him too badly, right?

“I would never intentionally hurt you Sammy…And I’ll kill anyone that tries to.” Quinn said as Sammy nervously chewed the inside of his cheek. Surprise bloomed over the near albino’s face, giving away to worry seconds later. So… Quinn wouldn’t abandon him, and he wouldn’t hurt him? Why? He wanted to ask, but he already felt nervous enough from the question. “You pinky promise?” He whispered as he offered out his pinky to him childishly. Quinn blinked at him, and reached over to intertwine their pinkies. “I promise.” He said softly, making a warm smile ease its way on Sammy’s face. Quinn really did love him, and that… made everything else alright.

Pulling away a little Quinn made busy work of a raggy cloth, and some water, gingerly helping wash the cuts on his feet. Sammy would have protested to Quinn addressing his feet yet again, but the care itself brought a thin line of tears to his eyes. His twin was so kind to him… he would have to work harder at not being useless. “Thank you Quinn… for loving me, and being so kind..” he murmured softly, not sure if the other had heard it but he didn’t need to.

“I promise, I’ll be very helpful!” he said, with a closed eyes and a bright smile.
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They had addressed his cuts, eaten a meal that had made Sammy sleepy with content, and packed up camp to move. Quinn seemed to move slower for him, and while Sammy appreciated it, he wondered if Quinn was okay. He seemed a bit more distant than he had been the day before.

He had been humming, and babbling mostly to himself, but when they came across a clearing, Sammy pointed to something that actually was worthwhile. “Look Quinn! An apple tree!” he said excitedly as he looked towards the tree on top of a small hill, tugging lightly on the hand that was being held. That seemed to stir a response from Quinn because he blinked, and turned towards it. “Let’s get some apples.” Starting towards the tree, Sammy looked up at the ripe apples that dangled teasingly above them. “They look so good Quinn!” he said happily, watching as his twin shrugged off the backpack, bow and climbed up the tree with the ease of a squirrel. His other half beamed up at him. “Wow Quinn! You’re so good at climbing!” he paused and laugh nervously. “I can’t climb like that.” Who was he kidding, he couldn’t climb even if his life depended on it—and it had at one point.

Quinn gave him a curious look as he casually bit into an apple. “Can you give me one?” he asked meekly, watching as his brother shook his head. “No… come and get one.” He said, making Sammy feel smaller as he looked up at the looming tree. “But…But I can’t Quinn…I don’t know how to climb.” He whined, nibbling at his lip as he wrung his hands again. “Try.” Quinn said in response, biting into the apple again with a satisfying munch as Sammy whined softly at the juice that dripped down his brother’s lips.

“Okay..” he murmured, gripping on the tree tightly, nails digging into the bark uncomfortably as he managed to hoist himself up a few feet from the ground before his anxiety got to him. What if he fell? What if he ended up breaking his spine from the fall? What if he got a splinter and it became infected and he died? All these morbid thoughts made his hands sweaty, his arms and legs shake—and finally he fell. The fall didn’t hurt him that much, but it still, made his bum ache. “Quinn…” he whined, rubbing his sore butt. “Try again.” Quinn said, finishing up his apple, and indulging in a second one. Sammy sighed and stood up, he was going to try again… but him climbing that tree was not going to happen.