Healing Wrath
Kawaii Hunter
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Healing Wrath
Kawaii Hunter
Healing Wrath
Kawaii Hunter
Healing Wrath
Kawaii Hunter
Healing Wrath
Kawaii Hunter
Wow, you're an a**!
She'll do whatever you say because she thinks she owes you.
Man up, stay here for a few hours.
She'll do whatever you say because she thinks she owes you.
Man up, stay here for a few hours.
Resting in the truck for the night, well sleeping. It wasn't the most regenerating sleep she had but they didn't have that privilege anymore. This was their life. Getting to Washington D.C and keeping Eugene alive was all they needed to care about. With a loud groan from the red redheaded man beside her. Sleeping next to the man used to bother her with that loud snore of his but now she was so used to it sometimes it was a relaxing sound for her to actually sleep. It was comfort knowing he was there. Eyes slowly opened reluctantly, the warmth in the truck was starting to get overwhelming but her attire gave her the most comfort out of the trio. Attire that showed her good figure. Stretching her arms out in front of herself letting out an content yawn. Feeling the top of her head she arched her slender dark brows in annoyance as her cap had fallen off in her sleep. Rosita loved her hat, she wore it a lot. Some how the cap ended up squashed behind Abraham. With a light grumble she reached behind him and dragged it out smoothed it out then placed it on her head. Fixing her piggy tails also. "We should have been awake ages ago!" The man boomed in a loud annoyed voice. With a light roll of her dark eyes she sighed in annoyance. "It's fine. We needed the rest, if we were tired and continued we may have ended up running into a tree...." Snapping at the man frustrated by his intensity this early. What should she have expected. The man was always quick tempered. "Quite frankly if we would have continued you would have made a mistake. You are reckless. I made the best decision. I know we reach our limits -" Without saying a word the young Hispanic woman turned Eugene's way and sent a glare. His self praise would not be tolerated this early surely Abraham would have a rage fit and hurt his knuckles again if Eugene continued. Surprisingly after her glare the intelligent male caught the hint to shut up or get an ear full.
Say what you want, Rosita was a sweet young woman, sympathetic and kind but she was certainly sassy. Not a girl who would tolerate unwanted behavior. Turning her dark gaze back to Abraham she noted the muscles in his arms were prominent, tense. His grip was once more on the steering wheel as he looked out the windshield. Lips pressed tightly into a thin line it hid under his ginger mustache. Blue eyes narrowed and brows meeting in the middle, angry almost. Confusion and curiosity plastered her petite facial features, turning her gaze in the direction he had been looking. Numerous killed roamers covered the road ahead of them. Now she understood his look, it was not one of anger but one of wariness. Whoever did this was a possible threat to him. "They are still out there, whoever they are." Abraham lowly growled. Cocking her left brow as she looked at him with sarcasm. "I don't see anyone" She said softly even though she knew it was more likely they stayed close to the area. It looked like a fresh scene. Abraham abruptly let go of the steering wheel and kicked his door open, grabbed the large machine gun from the back and walked over to the dead bodies. With a light grumble she shifted towards the door and slid out closing the door behind her, Making sure Eugene stayed inside the cab.
Taking her time making her way to Abraham's side as he looked at all the scattered deceased undead on the road she looked down at them herself once reaching his side. How many people did this? Bending down next to Abraham to observe one of the walker's. Abraham pointed to the wound to the head. "This is recent. This one was killed by an arrow." The rough ginger male observed. A noise caught Rosita's attention, nudging Abraham's arm to get him to listen. With quick reflexes Abraham spun around and aimed his M4 Machine gun in the general direction the noise came from. Rosita unholstered her 9mm and spun on her heels mimicking Abraham. A man was seated on top of an abandoned vehicle with what looked like to be one massive dog. They both slowly approached the man and his canine companion. "You alone?". Rosita looked around with wary dark eyes, no one else was around. She was sure of it. Gaze darting back towards the man. He looked like a survivor, someone who could help them. If he turned out to be a decent fit to have join them. Couldn't have someone who was a threat join them, someone who was good but capable is what they needed. Though the raven haired beauty was worried about her boyfriend's pride getting in the way. If this man took out the undead by himself with his canine that would put a thorn in Abraham's side. Being the alpha male that he was.
Eugene was observing the scene from inside the truck, his face pressed up against the window to get a good view as to what was happening. He was to cowardice to step outside yet until he knew it was safe then he would stay put. Eugene was too scared of dying, he avoided threats like a plague, he avoided the undead and stayed safely away. Refusing to learn how to defend himself which made the responsibility weigh heavily on Abraham and Rosita's shoulders. True he was very intelligent, The two believed he was a scientist he was that intelligent. He was no scientist, he didn't know how to save the world. But using people to protect him to survive is the only way Eugene could survive. He kept with with the charade, will do it for as long as he could. No one would know.
Rosita kept her gaze glued onto the stranger, just in case he tried anything.
ｗｈｅｒｅ ☆ On the road; Unknown
Ｗｉｔｈ ☆ Abraham Eugene and Theron
Health ☆ Sore neck from whiplash, otherwise fine
ｏｏｃ ☆
Ｗｉｔｈ ☆ Abraham Eugene and Theron
Health ☆ Sore neck from whiplash, otherwise fine
ｏｏｃ ☆
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Healing Wrath
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Healing Wrath
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Healing Wrath
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Found this on tumblr, not owned by me. Owner ????
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Healing Wrath
Kawaii Hunter
Having caught a large group of people, a feast for his community. He had them in the train carts and he knew those people would be doing anything they could to attempt an escape. As soon as that large metal door slid open they would be out and willing to kill to escape. But unfortunately for them Gareth had already thought about all of this. The plan was set and now it was time to get the most threatening of the group out of the train cart and bring them to the slaughter house. "Alright, when I give you the orders when we decide to go fetch our next meal you two throw in gas grenades. Then you four grab the leader, his Asian companion, The doctor and the archer. Those we will kill first and eat, that way we have the others giving up. Once they know their loved ones are dead they won't fight when they are brought to the slaughter house. Understood?" As he talked he pointed at each person he had given an order to, their job and made it clear they were not to fail at doing so.
Shifting his dark glare over to the exit he grabbed the book with all the names and grabbed a pen. "I will meet you there. Don't mess this up" He departed from the group whom were readying themselves to act out Gareth's plan. Gareth awaited in the slaughter house readying the equipment with two other men. These men were considered the butchers. The ones to prepare the food. It was always the same process, knock them out with a bat, drain them with a slice of the neck, Allow majority of the blood to drain before chopping the edible meat up then cooking it. Gareth's mother was the cook. As he waited the men he had assigned the job to bringing those first meal were ready to do so.
The four men armed with guns, knives and had armor on knowing these people were dangerous were ready to run in and grab the members Gareth had asked for. The other two men climbed on top of the cart they heard the hushed talking, most likely plotting their escape. Little did they know they were going to outsmart them on this one. Opening the hatch the two men through in a smoke grenade, hearing one of the men to get down it was too late. They four men slid open the door and grabbed Glenn, Daryl and Bob quickly. Dragging them out of the cart. They had to push the other members in the cart away as they attempted to help their friends. After that they grabbed Rick. They certainly put up a fight and some of the men ended up injured. Before any of them could do anything else they hit each man with the end of their guns to knock them unconscious. The dragged their bodies to the slaughter house where Gareth was waiting with the book.
The butchers tied all the first lot of victims arms, legs and gagged them with a cloth so they couldn't scream. Now it was just Gareth, the butchers and the first lot of people to fall victim to the slaughter house. (Rick, Glenn, Daryl and Bob).
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Just so you know,
we aren't those kind of people,
but we aren't stupid either and you shouldn't be stupid enough to try anything stupid.
As long as everyone's clear on that,
we shouldn't have any problems,
just solutions.
we aren't those kind of people,
but we aren't stupid either and you shouldn't be stupid enough to try anything stupid.
As long as everyone's clear on that,
we shouldn't have any problems,
just solutions.
Healing Wrath
Kawaii Hunter
Healing Wrath
Kawaii Hunter