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[Healing Wrath]

☢ 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗜 𝗔𝗠 ☢

Name: Mira Stier
Gender: Female
Age: Thirty One
Height & Weight: 5'9 & 126 lbs
Former Occupation: Student
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Martial Status: Single
QZ Job: Guard duty
Group Role: Leader
Ethnicity: Israeli - American

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Weaponry: • - Ak-47
• - Machete
• - Shiv with a handle
• - 9mm

Equipment: • - Canteen
• - Matches
• - Watch
• - Family photo
• - rope
• - nail file

Biography: Being in her early twenties when the world went to s**t, during the initial downfall of the world Mira had just arrived home after a trip with friends to various parties. Having a strong close knit family unit she'd always keep in contact with her parents, being an only child she liked to visit them weekly. So she wanted to stay the night at their place after a long trip with her outgoing pals. Being dragged into the house by her parents with a look of fright. Everything inside was barricaded and boarded. The family of three held up in the Stier household for three days before realizing they couldn't stay there anymore and they had to make a break for it. Making a break for the reliable old station wagon they had packed whatever they could on their way out of the house and drove far away. The town they once lived in had been overrun by runners. Looking back was no longer an option. They drove for days not knowing what direction they were going, but they knew there was bound to be some quarantine zone somewhere close. After a few more days being lost and their car breaking down a few of the military men had found them, taking them in to the quarantine zone. Being assigned a room, her parents were assigned jobs as she as assigned one herself. At the age she was which happened to be too young for anything risky they gave her house food duties. Kept her in the kitchen's. Life in the quarantine zone was not a life at all it was just survival, everyone just hoped all of the horror world blow over. Wanting their normal lives to return. A stupid dream that would never be reality, never again.

When reaching her mid twenties, the age of twenty six Mira was still in kitchen duty. Nothing had really changed for her. Well she'd met a very nice man. there was an age difference of four years but that was nothing. They were extremely close and cared for each other deeply. His name was Freddie, he worked near the wall as a lookout. He was a tall man a little chubby, blue eyes and black hair and well not needed to say. Mira was actually happy. Her parents were safe, that's what mattered to her. One night Mira had stayed late at the kitchen to sneak some extra food for her family as she wanted them to have a nice meal. A soldier had walked in, well he knew she was there. he had been watching her for months. The military had gone rather power hungry over the years, there were good ones but secretly there were corrupt ones. This man was a bad soldier. His approach to her showed his attentions right away, which sent her into a panic. Her first attempt to flee failed as he had tackled her to the cold floor and attempted his intentions. Her second attempt became more violent from both sides. It ended with a knife into the soldiers throat. Climbing out from under the soldier she gathered herself shed gone to people she'd trusted who'd helped her dispose of the body and any evidence of the incident. The only other person she told was her boyfriend, who was angry but when knowing the man was dead all he could do was comfort her. A few weeks after Freddie and Mira went outside to have a reckless date, outside of the walls to see the trees and flowers. Have some romance. Their date was turning out very well, when they were finished with their long date they were heading home until those familiar blood curdling demonic screams rang out. The two ran for their lives but things turned safe as Freddie was bitten, he lifted Mira up into a tree and led the infected away. After that she didn't see him again.

A year later her mother had passed away in her sleep, leaving Mira and her father in mourning. The two were all each other had left. Things were continuing to turn grim over the years but people kept surviving, as they said survival of the fittest. Or the ones who were protected. Mira was taken off Kitchen duty and moved to a more important role as guard duty. Yes a civilian was moved to guard a fence. No it wasn't an entry or exit for the quarantine but it was one she had been assigned a weapon and they taught her how to use a gun. Having shown potential with a weapon she'd taken the job very seriously, wanting to protect the weak and defenseless from the outside dangers.

Daily life was a repetitive act. It felt as if it were living the same day over and over that most people had already fallen into a depression. Dark days left people in dark places. Mira was now in her early thirties, she'd lost her father as he'd committed suicide having finally succumbed to the loss of his wife and fear of losing his daughter, the elderly gentleman couldn't take the life anymore. So Mira had no one left in this world. But she continued on, she didn't want to give up yet. Knowing her mother wouldn't want her to neither would Freddie. Her father had coward out and left her alone, could she blame him? Not really. Did she still love him. Of course. Was she angry with him. Beyond furious. The room she stayed in was empty, just the few of her belongings. Her parents stuff had been taken away to be given to other elderly people, she had no choice. Military had taken it all. Having been approached privately and asked to come talk to the council Mira complied following. As she was then asked to lead a group across a long distance to some lab taking two "special cases" with not much else to go on she left saying she'd think about it. It only took a few hours for Mira to consider this, as she had nothing left at the quarantine zone and this seemed like it was important. Something she could help with. Having accepted, she'd met everyone, they'd packed their things and started their journey.

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Family: • - Josie :: Mother :: 55 :: Deceased
• - Stavros :: Father :: 60 :: Deceased
• - Freddie :: Former Boyfriend :: 30 :: Infected

Personality: Independent • Strong willed • Caring • Emotionally driven • Trustworthy • Stubborn •
Likes: • - Honesty
• - Determination and strength to survive and protect loved ones
• - Seeing there is still living
• - Feeling happy

Dislikes: • - Dishonesty
• - The infected
• - Bandits
• - Horrible acts of cruelty, traitors, etc

Fears: • - Death
• - Turning into an infected
• - Failing the group and not knowing what's going to happen

Extras: • - She didn't really want to be the leader but she took the task and is just doing how she thinks a leader should be.
• - Ever since her former boyfriend turning, she hasn't been in any romantic or sexual relationship, it hasn't seemed like a good idea since she feels losing someone close is just bound to happen.
• - Mira had a bad experience with one of the guards back in the quarantine zone once, it ended with his death by her own hands. Friends helped her dispose of the body.

[Healing Wrath]

☢ 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗜 𝗔𝗠 ☢

Name: Sam Riley
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty Three
Height & Weight: 5'8 & 160 lbs
Former Occupation: Student
Sexuality: Homosexual
Martial Status: Single
QZ Job: Weapon inventory
Group Role: Sniper
Ethnicity: Caucasian (Australian)

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Weaponry: • - Military grade sniper rifle (With a scope and silencer)
• - 9mm
• - kukri

Equipment: • - Backpack
• - Matches
• - Cuffs
• - Rubbing alcohol
• - Canteen
• - Tinned peaches
• - Extra Rifle bullet's
• - Necklace (from his mother)

Biography: Originally born in the Western pats of the smaller country known as Australia the Riley family were all Australian born and bred. Around the age of Two Sam's parent's had packed up the family and moved over to America for a better financial opportunity. As Kraig, the father had a job offer that could earn the family a good income to put the Riley kids through school, a decent school. So growing up in a different country well it wasn't too difficult, yes it had challenges but since Sam was young it was adaptable. Well even with his timid nature. His sister was such a verbal and outgoing girl she had no issues, not often. The family was settling into a normal life style in their new home. It was a smaller house but with just a family of four there wasn't really any need of a mansion. It was a beautiful looking house, one of the nicer looking ones on the street. The garden was always blooming with scented flowers, it looked more like a modern day cottage in a suburban area. The type of house Sam's mother always loved. His father went into a carpentry line of work, eventually working his way up to Director. Meaning he was below the boss and co-boss but he was leader of all the workers, earned a good income. Sam's mum was a receptionist for a couple of years but then saw her family needed her attention more so she quit to be a full time housewife/mother. To her it was the best thing she ever did. Even bought herself a few rabbits for company when school and work hours were in play. Hilary, Sam's sister was a smart individual but was the rebellious type in school. Where as Sam well he was also smart but he was too timid and anxious to concentrate. School wasn't the best thing for either child.

By the age of thirteen well, things went from norm to the impossible. People just went feral, like something had just snapped. They looked deranged. There were warnings to gather towards certain places within Los Angeles which was a few miles away for the family. Trusting the reports they packed and got amongst the many making their way to the closest quarantine zone. There were traffic jams everywhere, it was horrible. That was when Sam's dad was dragged out the driver's seat window by one of the crazed. The family screamed looking in horror as their loved one was beaten to death and chewed on. His father just yelled at them to stay in the car, for them to drive off. There was no going back or forward, they were blocked. His mum got into the drivers seat, tears streaming down her face as she rammed the car in front of her repeatedly until there was enough room to drive off. Sam knew even though he was young deep down his mum left to protect him and his sister, it still hurt seeing his dad die in front of him. The family had been of coarse now, having had to drive away from the traffic jam and try and find another way around it was sending them further away to the closest QZ zone. So they decided to find the next zone they could possibly reach.

Eventually they'd managed to get to the quarantine zone they originally planed to travel to. They were there for the next few years. Which is where Hilary had met a guy, fallen in love, and they became inspirable. The man's name was Nate, he worked on construction duty. When Sam was in his twenties he'd been stuck on construction duty also, his sister was on child care whilst his mother was in kitchen duty. Well one day Hilary confided in himself and his mum about her being pregnant. The couple had married feeling it was the right thing to do and well they had wanted to do it anyway. All was good. Two years later little Hope was born. Named for being the hope people wished for in this new world, Sam's sister thought it was appropriate. Again she'd fallen pregnant. Which was exciting again. But two days after Nate had been in an accident on the construction site. His life was the cost. After finding out Hilary fell into a deep depression losing her spouse. Because of all the upset her body was unable to take it and she'd lost the baby, which had sent her spiraling even more. Sam and his mum looked after Hilary and Hope whilst working taking turns when they went on work shifts. Hope was at daycare as Hilary's shift had been replaced by another woman's. People had taken over so Sam's sister could grieve. Well, again. Bad news. Somehow the little troublemaker got out of the room following a few of the men who were heading outside the wall (which weren't supposed to). Hope got bit. The men ran away. Having found out the news Hilary went looking for her daughter. Overcome with shock Hilary didn't move as her infected daughter attacked her. Hope's infected being wasn't seen again but Hilary's body was found. Sam and his mum got to bury her remains and grieve over her.

They only really had each other. Sam had been dating a man named Roy for quite some time, nearly two years. There was an age gap but neither minded and were blissfully happy. Roy moved in with Sam and his mum, helping with safety and making the house feel more full. As the Riley family was all gone by this point except Audri and Sam. Sam had been approached by a man from the council one day at work and asked to follow to an isolated building. It took a lot of convincing due to being skeptical of how shady it seemed. Obligating Sam followed and was informed well lack of information was provided but he was told his help would be grateful to help smuggle two special things across to a Lab which would be a great distance. Apparently they'd seen him work a sniper at the construction site, when one of the men 'found' one and they all had a go. Sam was a natural. After a couple days discussing it with his mum, making a promise to return and her in return to stay inside the QZ and be safe. Sam also found out Roy was going along. Well off he went, for well, a blind journey.

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Family: • - Kraig :: Father :: 49 :: Deceased
• - Audri :: Mother :: 50 :: Alive
• - Hilary :: Sister :: 27 :: Deceased
• - Nate :: Brother in Law :: 29 :: Deceased
• - Hope :: Niece :: 2 :: Infected
• - Spencer :: Nephew :: Unborn :: Deceased
• - Roy :: Boyfriend :: 30 :: Deceased
Personality: Empathetic • Easily Annoyed • Loving • Emotionally driven • Protective • Stubborn •
Likes: • - His mom and boyfriend
• - Animals
• - Roy's romantic's
• - Learning to use weapons
• - Drawing
• - Music

Dislikes: • - The cold
• - Feeling anxious, like something is going to go wrong
• - Snow and Storms
• - Closed minded people

Fears: • - Losing Roy, Loves the man with all his heart
• - Losing his dear mother
• - Death
• - Becoming infected
• - Being alone

Extras: • - Can get highly anxious at times
• - Doesn't like small spaces, it can trigger hypoventilation
• - Has a few acne scars

[Healing Wrath]

𝓜ira 𝓢tier

Where :: Phoenix (Rocky terrain) • With :: Rhea, Gwen, Charles • Outfit :: Strong and Beautiful
Injuries :: None • Equipment&Weapons :: Ak-47 (1 clip), Machete, Makeshift Shiv, 9mm (10 bullets), Backpack:: canteen, matches, rope, Family photo, nail file

The more time ticked by, each second that evaporated into dust only made more sense of this crazy discovery. Of course no definite answers had been given nor worthy information provided, but it was going to. This entire trip that nagging feeling that all of this seemed odd, traveling across a vas plain of dead earth for two human beings. It wasn't the norm to have a dangerous quest to escort two normal people with no links to higher rankings in any safe zones. The Iraqi woman firmly stood her ground with the elderly man, she was not taking any bullshit. Such secrets shouldn't remain secrets. If they expected to make it to the destination they needed to be honest with her, entirely open. Otherwise she wasn't going to offer the protection they would need from the hungry wolves of the group that would dive in to kill the threat. Sure, she was just a girl. But a bite was a bite. Mira needed to know, How and why she was so special and if this was truly the case then this was obviously the reason for their journey. That meant there was a chance of a cure? Her mind was escaping the brink of realism now, she reeled in the pipe dreams and kept a steely glare that kept the old man's gaze entranced with her own. His will of deceit was faltering. Though being backed into a corner as suddenly as they had hadn't given him much time to mentally prepare to build up mental firewalls. As the nurse by her side was not so eager to do an examination on the teenager she flickered her dark hues over to the woman with a stern captivating look. "If we have to, we'll have to. It's up to her." The leader said slowly and calmly yet the authorive tone rang through and through.

The teenagers anger flared and her words well she could understand being so vulnerable. But Mira had people to protect here and also this, whatever this was. Whether it was just research of the future she was pursuing it and she'd been given the mission. And Mira was god damned finishing this. With a backhanded tone as if she just slapped the child in the face by her dismissal Mira rolled her eyes. "You're a child. No one here cares for you in that manner, do not flatter yourself or be so childish to throw accusations like that." With that the older woman grew impatient of the teenagers rude behavior and as if she were a frustrated older sister stepped forward and slapped the teenager fair across the face. Cupping her hand on impact of the flesh so it didn't sting or leave a mark. "All you have done is complain, whine and moan about everything. You do nothing but that. We're out here for you. None of us knew until now. So show some respect to the people doing their job to protect you instead of acting like a little brat. Your parents are lucky they didn't have to see you grow up." It was a low blow, she was aware. Having lost her own parents but she mentally prayed it would be the kick in the gut the teenager needed to learn her place. Mira was not one to take such trash talk without dishing it back twice as bad nor was she going to allow a younger be disrespectful. It seemed Rhea had tried help lower Gwen's guard, The fiery haired teenager was certainly a struggle. But she'd cope. The air between the four of them grew ever thicker by the moment. It was only then the bite was revealed to them by Gwen's angered rebellious state. Mira's eyes slightly widened at the disfigured flesh. A pinkish pale color, it was no doubt a runner bite. But... how? How could one live through that and tell the tale?

Mira was flabbergasted, her state was uncertain. It seemed too far fetched but who ever predicted the world would be stuck in the state it was currently? Dark hues landed on the elderly man. "She and the little one.. Are truly immune?" She whispered, only the four of them could hear. To that the elderly man nodded he seemed to feel more at ease seeing something within Mira's features that she hadn't quite caught onto herself quite yet. "No, you stay with us. We have gotten you through too much already and have a lot to go. We signed on to do something and we're finishing it. We are keeping this between us four until I figure out the right time to tell everyone. Because they do need to know. The blow will be less impact if we tell them then them finding out, don't put it past them. We did. So will they." Slender brows arched as she looked toward Gwen. "I don't care what your problem is. You start acting like a respectful young girl, pick up that act. That little girl is dead... She would have been a much more welcome addition standing here in this conversation then you. But you're alive. Show gratitude for the dead, respect." Mira looked over her shoulder for a second then back at Gwen snatching the blade from the girl's hand and handing it to her elderly companion. She felt the urge to berate the teenager more. To tell her to grow up, be mature. That just because she may be immortal doesn't mean she gets the right to belittle others lives. But she knows what it's like to shut people out to not get hurt. So she ceased even talking to the teenager. "She'll still have guard duty." She told Charles before turning away and walking off. Collecting everything of hers now assisting to move the deceased into a line. Respectfully closing their eyes if they weren't, hands clamped over their chest and legs together as if they were just slumbering.... if it weren't for the wounds....

With the help of the herbalist Tokely the duo managed to pry a heartbroken sniper from his departed partner. She left Sam in Tokely's company so she could lather the bodies up with alcohol then with the matches she had left set fire to them. It was the send off they had to give them, quick yet still gave respects. With a small sigh Mira shredded away some weight she'd been carrying. Emotionally. A family photo she'd been carrying. Looking down at the smiling faces in the paper she fell somber. Walking up to the dancing flames the exotic woman tossed the photograph into the flames. Her family was gone like these people, it was time for her to stop carrying it. It affected her too much and brought injustice to her leadership skills. After a few moments spared in silence paying respects to the burning pile Mira led the group forth. Tokely had managed to get a few words from Sam on where their friends were so it was time to keep moving, go find them. They weren't too far away she could actually see the little speck like building in the distance.



ｏｏｃ:: Hope you don't mind I did some moving of peeps. inbox me if I need to change anything or quote me in ooc. <3

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[Healing Wrath]

𝓢am 𝓡iley

Where :: Bar > Rocky Terrain. • With :: Dan, Nate, Jo & Charlie > Group • Outfit :: Eyes on you
Injuries :: None • Equipment&Weapons :: Military grade sniper (scope + Silencer), 9mm, Kukri, Backpack:: Matches, Cuffs, Rubbing alcohol, Canteen, Sniper bullets x11 & mother's necklace

It never was easy to settle worry after something so dangerously acted had occurred a possible death could occur. Though now jokes were being exchanged the young male rolled his eyes as a shaky exhaled past his lips. . "Well it seems like they're okay." Sam mumbled in reply to the male scout. Relatively okay, they survived at least. With injuries though if they were joking then they were alright in the sniper's book. With a light shake of the head somewhat frustrated by the joking affection Sam simply shook his head answering Charlie's question. There were only two within his line of sight, now eliminated there should be nothing to worry about for now. Having brown hues drift off elsewhere as the young male felt awkward just standing there watching such a display it wasn't too much longer before his attention was drawn back to the small group. Being referred to as the sniper whilst everyone was called by name, With a small disappointed shake of the head Sam agreed not wanting any more crumbling amongst the group or allowing his frustrations getting the better of him. As a sniper he'd need to remain calm whenever wielding his weapon of choice. As the demanding protector set off after setting his plan in cement with no allow of sway everyone started to proceed. Dan having yelled out to his higher up a small smile formed on the sniper's lips as he appreciated the kindness demonstrated. "Thanks." He softly whispered close by Dan before readying his sniper in arms. The muscular man's next comment just made Sam feel the involuntarily urge to roll his eyes and let out a mixed chuckle and scoff. Starting off the young male did as he was ordered to he remained silent from here on. Warily moving with a tightened white knuckled grip on his precious rifle the brunette was on guard as usual. Setting foot in front of a building and seeing the leading protector visibly overjoyed surprised Sam. Quirking a brow The young man looked back in the general direction of the group they'd left behind to go searching for safety. Moving up beside Charlie, his tall lean figure compared to Sam being shorter he'd leaned up to whisper. "I'm heading back to tell the others."

With a quick turn of the heel he was off, starting back for the others without another word to the others. As his feet carried him over the rocky terrain, the humid air brushing against his pale complexion drying his lips the young man felt an eerie feeling pass over him. The mind couldn't wrap around what or why but it started to drive his footing from a walk to longer strives. That was when he reached the group, the aftermath of the group. What... who was left. For a few seconds Sam paused in utter shock wide eyed looking around at the blood stained pebbles, the crimson covering the copper ground. Their leader was up and about once more, their nurse was by her side again, the female herbalist was cradling... oh no. The little one. Brown hues just flickered from every living individual, because he was alive, he just was. His face was nowhere. Until he looked at the ones on the ground. Immogen, Abbie..... no. A watery curtain clouded his vision within a second as his rifle slid out of his hands. Not his love, Roy, The man kept him going. The young man's mouth ran dry, his eyes poured and his body shook. Before he knew it his feet had carried him over to Roy who was somehow holding on by just a little. Blood was pouring from a gnaw mark in his neck. A small whimper left Sam as he looked from the wound to Roy. Placing both hands over the wound as if placing pressure on it could save him, he knew better. Even if he wasn't some medical genius. There was this major denial fighting him. His lower lip quivered as his love tried to speak to him, which only caused Sam to start sobbing loudly. It was then he could swear he felt his heart crumble into a million pieces. Roy had reached up and cupped Sam's cheek as vie versa. Their eyes did the communication for them. Please don't leave me..., I love you. and Don't let me turn. They were too in sync and knew. Sam opened his mouth to speak, desiring to say how much he loved Roy. Knowing Roy couldn't talk from his wound. But the life drained from those beautiful ocean blue eyes the sniper wielding male loved.

As his partner's hand dropped to the ground beside him as the life had slipped away from him Sam swore he couldn't breathe. "Baby?.... babe..... no...." The words were so soft they were almost inaudible. The young man was on the brink of hyperventilation and an emotional breakdown. Seeing the man he had opened his heart to, told everything to, laid with, shared the worst days of his life with.... Gone. Sam couldn't even return to his mother. Pulling out the kukri resting around his belt with a shaky hand through a clouded vision from a rush of tears Sam swiftly thrusted the metal through the side into his deceased boyfriend's temple. Dropping the blade down allowing it toe clatter against the rocks Sam lowered himself and rested his head onto the deceased Roy's chest and allowed himself to break down over losing the man he loved.



ｏｏｃ:: I teared up writing this.

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[Healing Wrath]

💀 IM GONNA SURVIVE 💀

Name: Audrey Smith
Gender: Female
Age: Thirty Seven
Height & Weight: 5'7" & 129 lbs
Former Occupation: Housewife& Artist
Sexuality: Pansexual/Heterosexual
Martial Status: Widowed
Group Role: Sniper & Moral Compass
Ethnicity: Caucasian; American //Australian mix

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Weaponry: • - Armalite AR10(t) with silencer & built in scope
• - 9mm berretta
• - Hunting knife
• - Machete

Equipment: • - Extra ammo
• - Bottle of water
• - Her mother's pendant
• - Pocket knife
• - Whatever she finds

Biography: With two loving parents who adored each other beyond belief proving by the kids they had. Audrey had two sisters and three brothers, Yes certainly was a big family. She was the third youngest out of the Smith children, being the last baby girl the Smith couple had. Before the birth of all the children Audrey's mother had been the desire of many men and was a charming woman but her father always said he was the luckiest man alive to win her heart. Audrey always saw them as the perfect couple. Her mother was a chef for a local café and her father was a car salesman. Both worked hard at their jobs even though they were average paying jobs and for the large family the Smith's had it could have been better. But they managed. Audrey suffers from migraines regularly which interfere with daily life. In school Audrey was the good student, polite to the teachers, concentrated in class to get good grades and had a few friends. At a young age Audrey showed signs of being talented with art, different forms of art. Having the hopes of becoming an artist or actress she knew people viewed it as far fetched and ridiculous especially for someone quiet timid and anxious like herself but she was stubborn for the dream. In highschool is when she met Andrew. He was her eldest brother's friend meaning he was older, which meant nothing was going to happen between them. On her eighteenth Andrew asked her out and that is where their relationship started. After knowing him for awhile she'd fallen for her partner. Not soon after, twenty year old Audrey found out she was pregnant. Andrew and Audrey married quickly before her due date to make a family unite for their child. Jason, she had named their son Jason the minute she laid eyes on him. Instant motherly love sparked through her, her baby boy.

By the time Jason was six years old Audrey had seen signs her husband was not the man she'd married and had a child with. That is when she finally started to see it all. Andrew started to drink frequently in excessive amounts of alcohol, Started to gamble his income on gambling the families money and also started to sleep around with other women. Audrey grew to despise the man she'd married. Every time she laid eyes upon him all she saw was a cheater a drunk and a gambler, someone who was causing hurt. But that hurt only escalated when her husband continuously belittled her and decided to start beating on her giving her the occasional bruise to as he would say "keep her in line". This affected their son Jason, having become quiet, timid, rebellious and blunt. On many occasions Audrey attempted taking Jason and fleeing from the abusive marriage. But Andrew being a cop had his recourses and court was no help so she had no choice but to play wife and protect her son from the man. Using art to pour out her emotions she would sell the pieces of work(paintings, sketches, decorated cupcakes, etc) to get some money, spending it on her son and herself. So they could have times where they could be happy for a short time. Just seeing him smile when he purchased something he'd wanted made her feel happy. All of this lifestyle though, the abusive and emotional impacting only increased her depression.

During the outbreak Audrey saw the opportunity to grab Jason, pack what little she could as quickly as possible having Jason help so they could go. Hopefully to a safe zone. They escaped. Eventually ending up with a group traveling to get to a military base hearing it was the safest place to be. They had been there for some time until it eventually fell due to some tampering of her husband whom had been following her and her son throughout their time on the run. Though she had no clue. To the entire group including Audrey it was just walker's having gotten into the base ruining their home. Many of the group Audrey was with had died.

Back on the road with her son she was frantic to find a place to hole up in. That is when she'd found the prison. Having stayed back a few days just to make sure the place was safe, she could see inhabitants having made a home of the once dungeon of a place. For the sake of her son she took the risk alone to see if the people were decent. Once being accepted she'd gone to get her son and bring him in. It didn't take long for her to be apart of the group, suppose being a mother helped seeing as she was not much of a threat even to look at. A great ordeal happened. Rick had lost his wife, which herself and the others tried helping him overcome his loss. Mainly for the children. At this time Audrey was self teaching herself to shoot, with some help from a few of the group. Having become a natural she even moved onto a higher grade of weaponry, a sniper. Becoming on of the ace shots in the group over the time. Audrey taught her son the basics to fend off the walker's knowing she couldn't be there to hover around all the time to make sure he was safe. She wanted her baby boy to stay alive, like she'd seen the strength in the other boy Carl. A war had broken loose between another group and her new group, she'd helped. Lives were lost but many joined the Prison.

Having new members in the community only gave Audrey more hope to a new future. Though s**t happened, as usual. An illness spread through the prison taking so many lives, then there was the war with the Governor. during this war her husband had taken the chance to get Audrey, it ended with his death by her hands after a horrible fight. Taking further lives and also splitting up the close knit group. Audrey was reunited with most of the group in a place called Terminus, which led to be a cannibal community. After a fight everyone escaped from their side and back on the road. After numerous losses, shocks, pulling together as a family. They were invited into a community named Alexandria. It was not an easy transition. Now they are apart of the community.

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Family: Kylo :: Father :: 54 :: Deceased
Julia :: Mother :: 56 :: Deceased
James :: Brother :: 33 :: Walker
Tessa :: Sister :: 39 :: Deceased
Henry :: Brother :: 40 :: Deceased
Stella :: Sister :: 34 :: Deceased
Ian :: Brother :: 32 :: Deceased
Andrew :: Former Husband :: 36 :: Deceased
Jason :: Son :: 17 :: Alive

Personality: Empathetic • Stubborn • Loyal • Quiet • Resilient • Reserved •
Likes: • - Her group, they're family to her. Just like her son.
• - Baths
• - Animals
• - Decent people
• - Loyalty

Dislikes: • - Anxiety
• - Her former/deceased abusive husband
• - Feeling helpless
• - Walkers
• - Depression
• - Alcoholics

Fears: • - The death of her son
• - The death of those she cares for and loves
• - Being torn apart by walkers
• - Death
• - Being in a horrible situation

Extras: • - She chooses to keep deep emotions to herself like she has done over the years, no one really understood her. And she just feels uncomfortable expressing herself and feeling vulnerable.
• - Suffers minor depression and Migraines
• - If she doesn't trust a man or see them as good she'll not be in close proximity to them

[Healing Wrath]

💀 IM GONNA SURVIVE 💀

Name: Rosita Espinosa
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty Five
Height & Weight: 5'7" & 115 lbs
Former Occupation: Unknown
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Martial Status: Taken by Abraham
Group Role: Minor medical assistant & protector
Ethnicity: Hispanic

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Weaponry: • - AK-47
• - Hunting knife
• - Desert Eagle .50 AE
• - Dagger

Equipment: • - Minor medical pack
• - Some ammo
• - Extra knife
• - Canteen
• - Whatever is found
• - Makeshift weaponry

Biography: Prior to the outbreak little is known about the Hispanic beauty, however even with how little is known about her prior life she tends to leak bits of her past. Being rather strong and independent prior to the outbreak it is assumed she had many male relatives and had lost her mother. Growing up with her father and brother/(s). When the outbreak hit well everything to the pre-Rosita life was left unknown, her families' status' whether they survived or not. That she would never find out. As the outbreak occurred Rosita did whatever she could to survive, having good survival instincts and the strength to keep fighting. Especially when many died. Rosita didn't start as the strong independent woman you see today. From day one she was a frightened young woman when civilization fell and weak. Every man she'd met saw her as a damsel and wished to protect her, as beauty had it's perks. To her inner disliking it was true she did need protecting. In exchange she stayed with them and formed a sexual relationship with them / romantic relationship. Along the way she was learning things from each one, in the middle of the night she would end up leaving. Having had joined up with a group which had grown over time she stayed with that group for survival knowing that living helped when staying in numbers, being alone was a death waiting around every corner. Rosita had learned many little things from her fellow survivors, one of the women taught her basic medical aid which came in handy multiple times. One day their group was under attack and they were fighting off the undead when a red head and a man with a mullet had come along. The red haired man, Abraham had helped them whilst the other odd one stood back safely. Having seen potential in Rosita she and the others were recruited for a mission, to get the mulleted man known as Eugene to Washington DC. They were told he knew of a cure and could reverse all of this though the equipment needed would be in Washington. The group complied and went along, anything to rid the world of this god awful plague of undead.

Throughout their journey the group dwindled as they died off, their survival skills were not as strong as Rosita's. It hadn't taken long for Rosita and Abraham to start a romantic relationship which quickly turned physical, often they had a peeping tom spy on them during their intimate times. As weird as it was that Eugene would spy on them during sex they tend to ignore him. Their travels continued to Washington DC until they stumbled upon two survivors, Tara and Glenn. they took them in as they were weak on the side of the road from fending for their lives. The truck they'd been traveling in had broken down, as Glenn persistently urged their group he needed to get back to his wife. Rosita was the first to be on board with finding Glenn's wife as their ride was now dead and they really had nothing else to do. So they started a side mission to help this man find his love. Eventually they did. After trying to recruit them into the group well other things happened, a place called Terminus. It was inviting and promised sanctuary. Turned out to be a load of s**t. The community were cannibals and the group was the meal. Escaping all alive the group had become larger having met more of the group Glenn was from. They traveled with them to a church where they met a priest, staying at the church for safety. What few remained of the Terminus group had come after the gang, to their own demise of course, killing off the threat of the Terminus group permanently. With a loss of one of their own, Bob.

Recruiting Glenn, Tara and Maggie they hit the road to go to Washington. Once again losing their vehicle and discovering the truth about there being no cure much to Rosita's disbelief as she had great hope in Eugene's talent's and intelligence. They decided to go reunite with the others back at the church. Finding out that Maggie's sister was alive Rosita went along to help escort Maggie to the hospital she was located. Well, the girl didn't make it. On the road again with a new recruit they were wondering aimlessly as once again they lost someone else from a walker bite (Tyreese). They were losing hope. After a massive storm occurred a man named Aaron appeared inviting them to a place he reigned from named Alexandria. Rosita was one of the few who wanted this place to be truly decent, yes she ahd her doubts but that was being cautious. Once they had been accepted into the community of Alexandria they saw that the safety was true, but the weakness of the people was a worry. After many events and of course more loss they were a permanent stay at Alexandria.

Having not been there long but enough to make themselves comfortable-ish, Abraham and Rosita moved into one of the free houses giving more room to the rest of their group whom still wished to be under the same roof. Now Rosita helps teach the Alexandrians willing to learn to use weapons along side Carol, She is usually on guard duty when not out helping with Rick's plans or she is helping attend in the medic department if Talise and Denise need extra help.

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Family: Unnamed :: Mother :: 48 :: Deceased
Unnamed :: Father :: 55 :: Deceased
Unnamed :: Brother :: 28 :: Unknown
Unnamed :: Nephew :: 6 :: Unknown
Abraham :: Boyfriend :: 46 :: Alive
Johnny :: Ex-Boyfriend :: 24 : Unknown
Marcus :: Ex-Boyfriend :: 30 :: Unknown
Chaser :: Ex-Boyfriend :: 27 :: Unknown
Personality: Sympathetic • Stubborn • Caring • Sassy • Passionate • Distant at times •
Likes: • - Alone time with Abraham/ Sex
• - Helping others
• - Protecting
• - Doing any little hobby to fill up her time

Dislikes: • - Being shut down
• - Being taken advantage of
• - Walkers/undead
• - Bad people

Fears: • - Ending up alone
• - Becoming a walker
• - Death
• - Losing the ones she cares for

Extras: • - Has some military experience; Which may be due to having a prior career in military
• - Learned the minor medical tips from a former group member before joining Rick's group
• - Learned Mechanical, combatant and defusal of bombs from past lovers during the outbreak. As she was tired of feeling weak.

[Healing Wrath]

💀 IM GONNA SURVIVE 💀

Name: Jessie Anderson
Gender: Female
Age: Thirty
Height & Weight: 5'7" & 127 lbs
Former Occupation: Hairdresser amongst Several other jobs
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Martial Status: Widower / Single
Group Role: Moral Guide
Ethnicity: Caucasian; American

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Weaponry: • - Beretta
• - Small knife

Equipment: • - Anything in Alexandria
• - Holster for gun
• - Hairband

Biography: Being a young vibrant woman who had a passion for art, Jessie had built her ideal future in mind. Getting to the age where she could attend college she was accepted into one and had been overjoyed to be even considered let alone attend. Art was a very obvious hobby of hers as she'd often use her creativity throughout her life. At college is where she met Pete, sparks ignited very quickly between the two and they'd started dating. Their romantic relationship sky rocketed into a physical relationship which ended up leading to pregnancy. The two love birds dropped out of college as they knew college with a child on the way wasn't going to be appropriate for their situation. They moved in together and had eventually gotten married. Being a young couple and now just having had their first child the two were in a tricky spot financially so Pete had gone to medical school for a higher paying career and Jessie took up several jobs in the mean time until Pete was done with medical school. Things had started getting rocky in the Anderson's relationship, Pete had started to become an angrier version of himself but Jessie only saw it as stress which she empathized with. Though it only worsened over time once he finished medical school and had become a fully fledged surgeon.

Their first son at the age of seven now was expecting a little brother, who had his name already chosen as Sam. Jessie's concern for the family only continued to grow after the birth of Sam. As Pete then started to become physically and emotionally abusive towards Jessie. The family continued to live a normal life in the eyes of their neighbors but behind closed doors was not pretty. Having suffered bruises, broken bones, etc from Pete's uncontrollable rage Jessie had finally coaxed her husband to see a therapist and marriage counseling. All the young mother wanted was a happy family for her boys even though she wasn't happy herself, the love she once felt for her husband was dying. Things started to ease up after years of counselling. But the tension still was there.

When the outbreak occurred the Anderson family were quite close to Alexandria so they had made it to the small community in the early days. Even before the walls were built. They had been one of the first families there besides the Monroe's of course. The community thrived and the lives within were safe. Every member in the community were assigned jobs to keep the community functioning, Jessie herself was a pantry worker and Pete got the doctor's role. Kid's got to be the children they were. Jessie's abusive marriage had returned, many times worst then it had been before the outbreak. Her eldest rarely stayed at their house and Jessie made a lock for an upstairs closet for her youngest to lock himself inside of when Pete would come home and become feral. Protecting her boys is what she chose and that meant taking all of the beatings, concussions, fractures, blood loss from wounds, name it she probably had it. Out of fear Jessie hadn't told anyone in the community, knowing Pete's role in Alexandria was important and her boys safety was more important so she kept silent and continuously tried dealing with the abuse herself. Even with Jessie's strong spirit and kindness no one chose to help her and her boys, Deanna the leader of the community was aware of the abuse but did nothing due to Pete's importance in the community. It wasn't until a new group arrived things had changed, good or better? well that was uncertain at the start. The man leading the group Rick, she'd befriended with a kind smile and a haircut greeting him to the community.

As Rick and Jessie became close he had found out about the abuse from her husband. This had led to the man continuously trying to help Jessie which she refused. Until she finally was worn down and gave in, wanting the help from him. Things with Pete had spiraled as he was kicked out of the house and made to live elsewhere, her eldest grew an unlikable attitude towards his mom because of Rick pushing his father away. Sam and herself felt safer with Pete away. In the end Pete had lost his mind at a meeting about Rick's staying (many events had happened) Pete accidentally killed Reg Monroe trying to get to Rick, which led to Pete being executed under the order of Deanna and the hands of Rick. After her former husband's death she wasn't saddened as much as she thought she'd be by his absence, she felt safer without him. Her eldest held a great attitude towards her and despised Rick Grimes, Sam would never be too far from his mom and it left Jessie wanting to learn how to defend herself. To use weapons so once she'd learned she could teach her boys. Currently she's learning how to properly use weapons to defend herself and her family. Knowing she can be strong.

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Family: Pete :: Former Husband :: 35 :: Deceased
Ron :: Son :: 18 :: Deceased
Sam :: Son :: 11 :: Deceased
Rick :: Close friend / Potential love interest:: 42 :: Alive
Personality: Charming • Emotionally driven • Warm hearted • Uncertain • Sincere • Bohemian spirit •
Likes: • - Her boys
• - Helping others
• - Being artistic
• - Learning to defend herself and her boys
• - Rick's company
• - Making friends

Dislikes: • - Alcoholic's and abusers
• - Feeling alone with her struggles
• - Ron's attitude
• - Worrying about the future

Fears: • - Losing her boys
• - Being a weak link
• - Witnessing the destruction of the hope he has for life to go on
• - Not being good enough

Extras: • - Jessie had suffered not only bruises from Pete's abusive rage, she'd had broken bones, concussions, fractures, had bled out from wounds. She'd endured more then others knew, other then her sons.
• - Jessie wasn't as sad as she thought she would be when Pete was executed. the past love was what she was saddened about, not the monster he'd became.
• - She feels close to Rick since he's the first one to actually insist persistently to help her and show her she was strong.

[Healing Wrath]

𝓐𝓤𝓓𝓡𝓔𝓨 𝓢𝓜𝓘𝓣𝓗

Where :: Open road (Still a bit away from Alexandria) ¤ With :: Daryl, Abraham and Saviors ¤ Outfit :: The Determined Mother
Equipment :: 9mm berretta, Hunting knife, Armalite AR10t w silencer+Scope ¤ Injuries :: Scraped elbow (left)

With how today seemed to be unfolding just as the previous day had derailed the group was just not having the luck they needed. The quick trip home they needed just wasn't going to happen, they still had quite a way to go before returning to their community. These people were blocking their way and not only that, the dominant cocky presence they displayed alerted the trio these people were a new threat. They were far outnumbered and the men blocking their path didn't see the trio as equals, they were looked down upon as slaves. Audrey's muscles tensed further as emerald hues scanned the individual features of the men clad in leather before them. Passing their weapons over, the thought just made her feel defenseless and weak. Then the thought of being property of someone, this 'Negan' whoever they were. It gave her shivers spiraling down her spine. With a steely gaze the brunette didn't break gaze from the man who seemed to be in charge of this devilish group. All the woman desired to do was grab a gun and start firing but the chances for them were too slim to be so reckless. So all she did was listen to the condescending speech of how the man named 'Negan' owned them, that everything they earned and owned belonged to him. Everyone they knew and loved were his. "From now on, you're Negan's bitches." An amused laugh escaped the man as a devious look passed his features. Beside her she could feel both muscular men tense up just as herself, but it was more noticeable as their muscles protruded. They were all rather close together so she could feel the muscles pulse in anticipation, anger, tension, it was all there. "Who exactly is this Negan?" Audrey spoke up. Maybe if the woman kept this cocky b*****d talking they trio could think of something to escape this pickle they were currently trapped in. The man's gaze glued onto her now giving her a bright smile though his tone was opposite. It was cruel and degrading. "I don't believe I said you could speak." A few of the men behind Bud chuckled, only causing Audrey to frown unimpressed by this.

"Be quiet" Her military companion harshly whispered to her unmoving. Between clenched teeth the brunette tried containing herself. Audrey was trying to keep the man talking, what was Abraham stopping her for? "Lovers quarrel?" Letting out a small huff through her nostrils emerald hues shifted taking notice of a man stepping forth toward Daryl. The man towered over the man she was closed to, It was frightening how tall and bulky this man was. Right now she didn't like how they were separating them. Audrey went to take a step closer to Daryl as if to step in front of him but she felt a hand clasp on her forearm holding her in place. Emerald's reluctantly watched as the redneck was taken around the truck and vanished behind the heap of operational metal. This scenario just kept worsening by the second. Shifting her wary gaze over to the remaining men, focusing on the leader of the misfits her stance became more hardened. There had to be a way to break through this predicament. Kill some and flee? Kill them all? Whatever it took they needed to get rid of these men and get home, as soon as possible. Their family needed them. We'll take the truck too." Her jaw tightened. They were taking everything, they needed it all. These people needed to go ASAP. "We need that." The bright head man beside her said firmly yet reasonably. The man resting on his bike quirked a brow drawing both handguns he'd been dangling by his sides. Now waving them about in Audrey's and Abraham's direction. "I really don't want to kill you. But you know. You're making it nearly impossible to do this transaction without..... persuasion." The grin that formed on the man's face made Audrey sick to her stomach, this was heading in a direction that led to death. Their escape looked even more slim then before. The woman started to quickly try and think of something to get the three of them out of this, alive. Emerald orbs flickered around attempting to remain subtle whilst doing so.

"You know what, I want to kill you." Just as the man aimed the firearms at them a loud boom met her ears as she was propelled back into the road. Scraping her elbow as she prevented herself from hitting her head against the hard surface. Looking over to see the bright beacon haired man was unscathed the brunette pushed herself into a seated position to see the flaming remains of flesh and metal. Well that was certainly a surprise and helpful. With a loud grunt as she pushed herself off the road, Audrey past the flames making her way over to the hero of the day. It could have only been one man who saved them in that situation. A hand went to rest on his shoulder as the contemplation to embrace him crossed her mind until she noticed a stream of blood trickling down his back. A mixed expression crossed her features, one of concern, disproval and annoyance. Concern was for the redneck's downhill state in two days of injuries, the disproval was of him always being too reckless and risking himself then there was the anger which was directed at the fiends who crossed them. Though they were now just a bonfire in the middle of the road that reeked of burning flesh. Letting out an exhausted sigh Audrey guided the redneck into the truck then closed him in as she then went to help Abraham gather their belongings. Returning to their vehicle she slid into the middle followed by Abraham sliding into the driver's seat. Then they were off driving once again, making haste for home. The heavy piece of moving metal was roaring as it sped down the road, the distance they needed to cover to reach home was afar. Whatever got in their way, they'd get there. Hopefully it wasn't too late. "We're on our way..."




ｏｏｃ:: It was good hun. We can leave these two until it reaches night, you know that part when s**t goes down in Alex if you want?


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[Healing Wrath]

𝓙𝓔𝓢𝓢𝓘𝓔 𝓐𝓝𝓓𝓔𝓡𝓢𝓞𝓝

Where :: Anderson Household (Home) • With :: Sam, Jason, Deanna & Michonne + Rick, Talise, Ron & Carl • Outfit :: The blonde beauty
Injuries :: Minor bruise on her arm and shoulder (left), Bruised wrist (right), Bruised hip (right) • Equipment&Weapons :: Machete & 9mm (1 clip)

Shivers rippled down the woman's spine in a cycle of fear and uncertainty. Hazel hues unmoving from the second floor view she had from the bedroom of her house. The undead clashed together like waves their snapping jaws like the man-eaters below the waves. Clawed hands like waves ready to tumble boats to expose the prey inside. Jessie knew it would only be so long until the undead found something enticing enough to start a chorus roaring aggression toward their sanctuary. It was their life line, this house was their chance to carry on minutes, hopefully hours. But it wouldn't be their life saver. It was evident that the expanding horde of flesh eaters consuming every inch of their community was not going to move on even if they all hid behind four walls. The mother of two always racking her brain for anything that could be used as a glimpse of hope. Hope was what kept motivation pulsating through ones being, kept the mind focused and the heart light having that possibility to hold onto. Placing a shaky hand to the middle of her forehead, fingertips grazing pale skin as eyelids shut out the horrors outside the window the woman tried to get a grasp on her emotions. Footfalls leaving the room caught her curiosity as eyelids fluttered open with a look over her shoulder just to see the triangular form of the exotic katana wielder exit the bedroom Jessie sighed to herself. Hazel hues looked over to the teenage boy whom she'd managed to get to safety along with her youngest she'd accessed his movements. The teenager sat in the corner of the room knife resting in lap as a blank stare had crept onto the youthful features. Jessie felt a twinge of dejection. The emptiness that clouded his slender facial features made her wonder if it was his mother he could be thinking of. The blonde knew what the teens mother looked like, the boy was quite the spitting image of his mother. What drew her attention away from the teen deep in thought was a weakened voice.

"Did you see Spencer out there?" Hazel hues snapped over onto the frail body sunken into the mattress. Moving over towards the leader of Alexandria noting her fragile state slender brows knitted in concern. Lowering her weight onto the mattress slowly as to not cause too much movement and create discomfort for the older woman. Deep azure hues were like headlights, a more overwhelming feature now that the softened flesh grew paler and paler by the minute. Beads of sweat were forming along the woman's hairline and upper brow. What had happened to her, she looked a mess. Jessie kept a polite space between herself and the injured woman bed ridden beside her. With a small shake of her head, blonde locks flowed too and thro from the movement. Softening her gaze on the leader of Alexandria she added a verbal response. "Haven't seen him since yesterday." The fretful flicker displayed on the elderly woman's face was something she was currently relating to. Reassuringly giving the fragile hand resting beside her a gentle pat before moving back towards the window. Time had started to pass by as the skies cloudless blues had darkened to suit the predicament they were in. Day had crawled to late afternoons as the sun was heading to sleep, the light blues were now a menacing dark blue with flickers of orange painting the canvas above. Clouds started to branch out making irregular spots in the sky. It was as if the weather was just biding it's time throughout the entire day to make their night which was closing in more of a struggle. What caught the blonde's attention was a flicker of four figures tightly pressed together, sure walker could do that, right? The more hazel eyes prodded the moving figures the more detail she was able to take in the closer the figures had come. Three lean slim figures, awkwardly lean like teens. Then there was a familiar male figure. The mess atop his head that was always looking like bedhead. Hands pressed against the glass as hazel orbs widened. Rick, Carl, Talise and... Ron. The man had kept her eldest safe.

Lips quivered in joy as a smile formed on her lips. Moving away from the curtains, closing them behind her as she hastily walked out of the bedroom. Michonne stood guard by the bedroom door, eventually switching places and going into Deanna as Jessie was trying to compose her steps to remain as such and not pound down the staircase. Making her way to the front door upholstering the 9mm safely kept for an emergency, the blonde stepped out on the front patio and aimed her hand pistol. The blonde started firing off rounds into walkers it took two shots to end a walker by the sidewalk. Another took only one shot to kill though it had wandered onto her yard in closer proximity. Downing another two as she started clearing a path for the four so they could retreat to her house. "This way!" she yelled over another BANG!. Through her mind she was focusing on clearing a path but also remembering the steps from training. As the adult and three teenagers made it to the patio Jessie ushered them inside and closed the door behind herself. No more wondering where her Brooding son was. Holstering the black metallic weapon in the back of her jeans she threw her arms around Ron drawing him in for an embrace. "Are you hurt?" The woman asked in between labored breathing from an overdose of adrenaline. "No mom..." The audible frustration from him notable but his actions of returning the embrace spoke unspoken words. Glad each other were safe. Having been asked about Sam she'd told her eldest where he was. The embrace ended as she reluctantly let go from the teenager. The young man started to dwell around Carl. Giving a small curt nod to the younger Grimes male for earlier and a smile happy he was safe. Smiling over at the teenage burse as well before turning her attention to Rick. She contained the joy she felt for his return and safety and his protection over her son out there. What the woman wanted to do was hug him but it was no time. Jessie did offer a gentle smile his way and mouthed "Thank you".



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[Healing Wrath]

𝓡𝓞𝓢𝓘𝓣𝓐 x 𝓔𝓢𝓟𝓘𝓝𝓞𝓢𝓐

Where :: Middle of Alexandria > Random house ¤ With :: Carol, Judith, Cameron, Anik, Jessie, Sam & Others > Tara, Denise, Eugene, others ¤ Outfit :: Hispanic Bombshell
Equipment :: Machete & Colt Python ¤ Injuries :: None

Most of the students in the lesson were adapting to her instructions, as much as they could for beginners. Some, well very disappointing. After having helped some and having been slapped with questionable retaliation from the foreign man as Rosita had been focusing on his British friend, she was now deeply unimpressed by Anik. The man was digging himself into a hole that would grow deeper and deeper if he didn't watch himself. Dealing with the incapable Alexandrian's was testing her patients yet she pushed through to help them, the man daring to push her further was very irresponsible. The Latina had a temper and she would be certain to make his life hell if he continued to crawl under her skin like the little parasite he was starting to feel like. As for his British companion, well he wouldn't get off lightly either. A scowl was plastered on her features as they were all now living with the example the Hispanic bombshell had given during the training lesson. As if it had been a jinx upon the community, though everything seemed to be a looming demolition zone just biding it's time. Between gritted teeth wind escaped as a hiss as the young woman ran forward to swing the sharpened steel slicing through decayed flesh. Keeping as many of the filth at bay for the trainees to flee for safety. No one had truly come to aid Rosita until a familiar voice hollered out to her. The thick woman joined her side passing the Latina a handgun loaded and ready so they could gain some distance and clear some more out. Her raven haired sweet Lesbian pal Tara had come to her rescue. Just as things were starting to become overwhelming solo. An appreciative smile formed on full lips as the duo fired rounds off into the oncoming walkers, gaining headshots after headshots. "We have to back up." Not shifting focus away from the increasing threat flooding the community Rosita huffed knowing there was no other choice for now. "Okay. We should round up some of the people who ran off." The slender female suggested.

The two nodded to each other, before jogging off away from the walkers which just continued to keep coming and coming. Never ending it seemed. As the two separated Rosita headed for her house she shared with her boyfriend and Eugene. Guaranteeing the cowardice intelligent man would be somewhere within the confides of the walls. Sprinting up the porch the raven haired woman tried turning the knob only to find it locked. [********] Magnum now holstered in the back of her pants so she could handle the machete at her side whilst the other frantically bashed against the wooden entryway with a balled fist. "Open up Eugene!" Repeating again after looking over her shoulder to see approaching undead the young Latina groaned to herself. Bounding over the railing as she jogged around the side of the housing until she found an ajar window. Forcing it open, It took quite a lot of upper body strength to drag herself up and through the framing of the sill. It was always easier with adrenaline coursing through ones veins, it was extra fuel to keep ones body going. It was a frantic cartoonish run around the interior of the house looking for the robot of a man. Eventually she'd found him upstairs locked in the bathroom hiding in the shower recess. "I propose we stay indoors. We will be much safer in here." The man had pleaded though worded it as a proposition, it was obvious to differentiate between the two. Especially coming from this man. "No, Eugen listen. We're meeting up with some others. Tara is making sure some others are safe. We'll find them. Just stay close to me. I've protected you many times before, Just don't make noise and don't fall behind." The Latina kept herself reasonably calm when giving her friend instructions. Even though she was rough on him she did care for him. As for his safety and the lecture she'd knocked him around with this morning. She stood by that, but now was no time for that. Everyone's safety was on the line.

Opening the glassed shower door barricading them apart she extended a hand his way. Awaiting him to take it. As he took it they set off. Descending the staircase and out the window she'd entered from. Using the door was not an option. Using the back pathways of the housings Rosita guided Eugene the safest route she could. Less walkers had come around this way at the time being, though it wouldn't be too long. So they had to find Tara and whoever she'd managed to find. Weaving through the backway killing off any living rotting corpses that stubbornly blocked their way the duo proceeded further central to Alexandra until spotting a recognizable black ponytail and frame. Tara was ushering a hefty group into a garage. Without looking back at Eugene the Latina gave a hand signal gesturing for him to follow hastily. Jogging towards Tara's location hacking away at any walker's closing in on her or Eugene they made it to the garage. Entering inside the group now closed and locked themselves in from the inside. Where they resided was a garage that was linked through to a large house that was unoccupied. It had an upstairs and a basement. Scanning around at the faces which were in the dimly lit garage she noted who was here. Tara and Eugene of course, Francine a woman who worked construction, Denise the Alexandrian doctor, a child, an elderly woman, a middle aged man and a middle aged woman. Moving towards the garage door dark hues peered out the horizontal like window as she watched in distraught, Walkers now claimed Alexandria. Her chest tightened as she stepped away from the metallic door. "Let's head down." With that she looked at Tara, catching the hint the woman who was around the same age led the way down for everyone. Rosita was last down. As everyone settled down there, some portable camp lamps were lit that'd been stored down in the basement everyone kept to a somber silence. It was as if everyone felt defeated, fearful and an emotional wreck but couldn't express it. Even Rosita herself. "We'll make it through gorgeous." The soft kindred voice spoke beside her. With a shifted glance of dark hues looking up to a kneeling Tara the Latina shook her head. Having resided herself to a corner knees close to her chest and arms hugged around legs the Latina had succumbed to feeling sad.

Having even a tear or two trickling down the tan soft skin. Wiping away the trail of glimmering water from her cheek Rosita sighed. "Yeah.." After that she'd fallen silent. Tara had moved back to her girlfriend to comfort her and all the Latina could hear were silent sobs and whispers. It felt weird feeling emotionally fragile once more. She didn't like it. Not having felt this way since the early stages of the outbreak. But this place, it hadn't been until now that she'd realized that she just wanted a place that was going to give them a chance for safety. What's considered safety these days, but regardless. Two days in a row. It was a royal pain in the a** and wearing her thin. Maybe this time to think down here and be silent until an opportunity to take their home back was what she needed.




ｏｏｃ:: Okay Rosita is fine until Night time part.


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[Healing Wrath]

💀 IM GONNA SURVIVE 💀

Name: Kate "Katie" Jane
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty Eight
Height & Weight: 5'3" & 117 lbs
Former Occupation: Photographer
Sexuality: Bi-Curious
Martial Status: Married
Group Role: Negan's wife
Ethnicity: Caucasian, American

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Weaponry:
• -Not allowed any unless necessary (Hidden butterfly knife in her bra which no one knows)

Equipment:
• -Whatever the Saviors have
• -Wedding ring
• -Pendant
• -Presents Negan gifts her

Biography: Kate, though she only answers to Katie was born to the tradition two loving parents. Having an identical twin brother they were just the happiest parents. The two siblings were inseparable, well that was until the kidnapping. You know those horrific missing persons you see plastered all over the Television? Well Tarren ended up one of them after a trip to the park. Katie, Tarren and their mother Maria had visited the local park on the kids sixth birthday whilst their father worked an all day shift. A van had been parked nearby watching for awhile though unnoticed, this very mysterious van inside was a child murderer who was on the hunt by police. Katie was going down the slide as Tarren decided to go catch a ball the rolled too far away from his mom. The man hoped out of his vehicle, and snatched Tarren and drove off before anything could be done. That was the last time Katie ever saw Tarren, alive. On the news they showed Tarren's body and the man being arrested. He was given the death sentence. At such a young age Katie couldn't really grasp why it happened but she understood what happened. The family was in ruins for some time, even resulting in a temporary break between her parents. They got back together a few months later after a lot of therapy. A couple of years after and the continuing of therapy Katie decided to return to school. Kids avoided her like the plague. At first, then they made comments about her deceased twin which led to her punching them and picking fights. Boys and girls, she'd fight both if they mentioned her brother. It was decided Katie needed further therapy as she'd been hurting more then she'd led on. By the age of sixteen Katie had settled her emotional grief with her brother's death and taken up the hobby of photography, finding it helpful. Often giving her the capability of capturing the world with her lense with different points of view. Not from an artistic point but from a much deeper point. She always found it difficult to explain.

In her twenties she met a man named Darren, the bad boy type. Tattoos up and down his arms, n****e pierced also his.... you know. Motorbike, smoker, was in a band. Her parents obviously didn't approve but she enjoyed the excitement, she craved it. It was something she needed in that time of her life and the sexual experience was great with him. Though after a year he became heavily into drugs and she called it quits, his obsessive nature towards her became too much too. He was obsessed with her. Her life moved on at a slow and normal pace from then, nothing special. Getting a job at a company to take photographs whenever someone wanted to hire a professional photographer. Providing for weddings, parties, etc. A couple of years before the outbreak occurred he father was diagnosed with cancer, riddled through his body. It didn't take long to whisk him away. Having passed on It was just her mother and Katie for some time, even when the outbreak occurred.

The two women tried a quarenteen zone that was mentioned over the radio located in Atlanta, it was overrun so they never entered the place. They just traveled by car aimlessly. Eventually having to go in search for another vehicle. They happened upon an injured man, Tyler. The two women nurtured him back to health in an abandoned building, helping him to recover from a gunshot wound to the stomach which had missed every vital organ. The man was very lucky. Knowing they needed someone to travel with them and him offering since they saved his life, they formed a mini group. After traveling a month together Katie and Tyler grew romantic. Not having had a physical moment for some time it was a relief to have someone, it grew into more though. They traveled together for over a couple of years and Katie found out she had gotten pregnant. It was joyace news to her mother and now fiancé. The man proposed to her months prior. Though she was hesitant bringing life into this horror of a world. On the other hand, it made her happy to think she got the chance to be a momma. To have her own child. A familiar face however took that away from her. Darren had a crew. They had turned into scum. They attacked Katie, Maria and Tyler. Darren attacked Katie and after kicked her in the stomach three times. Eventually leading to a miscarriage. They trio were held with Darren's crew for torment and slaves. Katie had enough grabbing a stick which had appointed end and stabbed Darren in the throat watching him bleed out. Her mom and Tyler helped Katie fight off the others, killing the rest of them. Katie wasn't the same after that. Darren had hurt her and taken her baby. That was her first human kill, but if it came to it she'd do it again to defend herself or the ones she loved.

It was until then The Saviors happened upon the small group covered in blood. Having taken them in it was quick to see what the place was like. Maria made it work, not wanting to be outside again. Tyler wanted out and tried to make an escape with Katie but was caught at the gate. Katie pleaded with Negan to not hurt them even using her looks to help them. Negan had taken a liking to her so a deal was made. She took it for their lives. Being caught hooking up, Tyler and Katie that is. Tyler's face was burned and he banished from the saviors. If he were to be seen again he was to be killed. Katie resides with Negan, he keeps her safe treats her right even with how shitty the Saviors are he doesn't beat her, never raised a hand to her, being his wife gave her special treatment.... but him too. One day Sherry, another wife of Negan and herself were babysitting a young girl named Delilah one of the younglings in the compound while her father was off doing whatever. Eventually Katie grew curious leaving the little girl with Sherry to find out where the man was. He was stealing food, supplies and medicine and planning to take his daughter and escape. Though he'd been caught stealing, right in the act. He was ironed, he was going to get Lucilled. The man got to exchange a few words with Katie knowing she often babysat the girl and his daughter liked her, he asked for her to look after her. Then he was executed. So now she looks after Delilah, having adopted her after her father's death. Negan didn't mind. And Sherry helps look after the girl.

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Family:
Trevor :: Father :: 57 :: Deceased
Maria :: Mother :: 63 :: Alive
Tarren:: Brother :: 6 :: Deceased
Negan:: Husband :: 46 :: Alive
Darren :: Ex-Boyfriend :: 30 :: Walker
Tyler :: Former Fiance' :: 36 :: Unknown
Lyla :: Unborn child :: 0 :: Deceased
Delilah :: Adopted Child :: 12 :: Deceased

Personality: Strong willed • Opinionated • Caring • Sensually manipulative • Maternal • Reckless •
Likes:
• -Smokes; They are the only thing she has that relieves stress now.
• -Her capability to use her sensuality to her advantage
• -Reading; Gives her some time out
• -Baby sitting; It gives her a chance to see what she could of had

Dislikes:
• -Sex with Negan, He chooses his favorites too much. she's one of them
• -Saviors; If she knew this place was a danger then she'd had run while she could
• -Being only looked at for her body; she can hold a conversation, she is smart
• -Darren; Self explanatory

Fears:
• -The walkers
• -Being responsible for anyone dying
• -Not fearing death
• -Sometimes Negan

Extras:
• - On occasion she feels for Negan but then realization kicks in, it's an odd back and forth
• - Her Former Fiancé smuggled the butterfly knife and gave it to her for self defense against any other savior, even though Negan protects her he just wanted to be sure
• - She doesn't regret volunteering to be Negan's wife too much, it saved Tyler's life and she isn't in danger like most women

[Healing Wrath]

𝓚𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓔 x 𝓙𝓐𝓝𝓔

Where :: Meeting area > Bedroom ¤ With :: Audience > Alone ¤ Outfit :: Saviors waifu > Nothing
Equipment :: knife in bra & Whiskey > Whiskey ¤ Injuries :: None

Standing there all to stare up as the man made his entrance as his godly complex oozed out of him cockily displaying it via his exterior. The man had pride, maybe too much pride. But, Negan was King here. Her husband. The feelings she had for him were very complicated. Time came when every bent the knee as a sign of respect and loyalty, the wives had to demonstrate this presentation also. They were no exception to this. The two missing wives from the line prior whom were late no mistakenly drom 'pleasing' their husband had joined in hastily. Everyone was upright now and alert, full attention was on their leader and his booming voice that carried. Kate's hazel hues remained locked on her husband as he strolled back and forth, his speech just itched towards something climatic happening. Folding her hands in front of herself keeping her mannerism elegant yet facial remained stoic. The big build up made her skin shiver but no emotion seeped through to reveal any sign of dread. We don't screw each others wives" Only made her mind temporarily flicker to Fen, the tall muscular male she'd been seducing in the corridor. They were alone but she'd enjoyed it and planned to take it further. If the man had been caught out, she certainly wouldn't want his attractive face burnt. Those results she'd witnessed on men before having tried with other wives or succeeded but having gotten caught in a compromising position. A wreck of a man was dragged out then thrown onto all fours. The wives had a front row seat so it was never pleasant for whoever's side piece witnessing such a cruel punishment. The slender woman beside her had already begun sobbing. Moving an inch closer to the wife in a minor dose of consoling yet keeping her hands to herself as to not draw attention.

It was a repeated act whenever this "crime" was committed. Though when the soldier called out to act out the punishment which was very rare made her brows furrow in confusion then raise ever so slightly when Fenrir's name was mentioned. Her composed self had returned within seconds giving no sign away, Flirting with the soldier was all that happened, yes it had implied heavily sexual undertones but no acts were committed. Besides they'd been alone and no one had seen so there was no possibility of Negan finding out. When the tall male was present before all suggesting punishments Kate's vision became distant as if choosing to see past the scene before her. No distraction's, easier to stay focused and less likely to feel sick having to witness a gruesome beating or burning. What the flaming haired siren couldn't comprehend was if Fenrir understood if he could have been in the man's shoes. Maybe suggesting burning his face or taking an eye would be the least of the cruel punishments. Less creative, less gruesome, may have disappointed Negan but was something. That and it still wouldn't have brought attention to anything seeing as though they were normal punishment for these scenario's. At the wrong time Kate's focus came back to, clearing to the men right in the center of a crowd of people. The groveling man pleading for his life. The wife beside her, cries louder had drawn her back. Lucille, the infamous bat was swinging down meeting the man's cranium. The crunch of bone was stomach churning. A splatter of blood flickered across Kate's black fitting dress. Another Whack, Whack, The sadistic look plastered on her husbands features were the only sadism that did make her feel unease. Wrapping an arm around the crying wife who had just lost her side candy Kate gritted her teeth displeased with her husband's actions and that her dress was now splattered with blood.

Front row seats were not always the best in house. Thankfully all had been dismissed as soon as the king of the Saviors had left the meeting hall. With that the flaming haired siren made her retreat back down the corridor to where she had her flirtatious encounter with Fenrir, the sadistic dangerous yet charming soldier. That was when she'd been in a pleasant mood. Now she was rather, not. Walking back to her room she flung her bedroom door open and closed it behind herself. Grabbing the whiskey bottle and twisting the lid cracking the bottle open greeting her lips with a big swig of strong liquor. Kicking of her black heels the woman moved over to the window and stared at the infested walker fence with a blank stare. With a shake of her head she started to unzip her dress and shimmy out of the constricting material followed by her undergarments. Now free of all clothing the woman paraded around her room drinking, she was going to call it an early night as the sun was setting outside her window. So why not get plastered and just pass out? Moving over towards the bed she nestled under the covers bottle in hand and sipped at the strong clear liquid as if she were a newborn at a teat. And that is how she fell asleep, having become overwhelmed by the influence of alcohol she fell unconscious. "Talk talk talk talk talk" Text text text text text.




ｏｏｃ:: Kate is done until the timeskip Yay!


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[Healing Wrath]

💀 IM GONNA SURVIVE 💀

Name: Maggie 'Greene' Rhee
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty four
Height & Weight: 5'8 ft & 128 lbs
Former Occupation: Farm hand
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Martial Status: Married (Glenn)
Group Role: Protector & Govern Assistant for ASZ
Ethnicity: Irish-American

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Weaponry:
• - Knuckle knife
• - 9mm
• - Assault rifle

Equipment:
• - Canteen of water
• - Wedding ring
• - Holster for gun and knife
• - Hair ties
• - Extra clip for 9mm

Biography: Growing up on a Farm near a small area everyone basically knew each other in the area. Maggie was born to a man named Hershel and a woman named Josephine, being their only child. At a young age her mother passed away, leading her father to eventually remarry which left Maggie distraught. Angry with her father she started smoking, shoplifting and dating guys he didn't approve of. Though the relationship with her step mother gre stronger as did the one with her step mother. The two newly formed like siblings got along being around the same age. They had now just been introduced to a sister, Beth. Welcoming her into their mismatched family. The family had strong belief in family bonds being strong. The foreman on their farm had become like an uncle to the Greene children, as the man's wife became like an Aunty to them since they were always around. Maggie passed high school and had enrolled for college, that was u til the start of the new world.

As news spread world wide of some disease spreading the Greene family held up at their farm knowing it was safest and isolated. They all believed for this outbreak to be just an illness, soon a cure would be found and everyone would return to themselves. As the family had religious routes. Whenever they lost someone to a bite and they succumbed to it, they would lock the newly formed I'll into their barn. Things all changed when a group came seeking aid for an injured boy. A named named Rick. Eventually he brought his group to their property and that is when she met Glenn. It wasn't too long until Glenn and herself became involved sexually in secret. Their relationship grew on the farm to the point of "I love yous" were exchanged. Things went south when Glenn found the barn on his whim of a moment to have sex with Maggie in secret. He'd found all the walkers the Greene family lire in their and keep, feeding them chickens. The two became distant and Maggie even was annoyed with him due to his overly good nature wanting to tell his people. The betrayal she felt led her to ignore him, hit him with a rotten egg and yell at him. Though not long after they came back together. Especially when Rick and the others found the walkers in the barn and decided to kill them all. Some of those were her step mother, step brother and cousin, along with neighbors and stray ones they found. Leaving the Greene family in heartache. By the entire adventure in the family farm they'd lost Patricia and Otis, who were like her uncle and Aunty. As they'd had to escape the farm due to an overrun of walkers.

The Greene family had seen the truth by the end of leaving the farm. They were undead. The human inside them was no longer. Now apart of Rick's group, they were all family. But they had another to look after. Having Lori pregnant they were looking for more food and storing up on baby supplies for when the baby was due to come. Even in Search for a safe place to call home. That's when they found the Prison. During their first week at the prison Glenn proposed to Maggie, having said yes they became married. Their time at the prison, it was enough to call home. Their numbers grew and it became a community. Though soon a rivalry community came into play. A man who went by The Governor had started an unneeded feud with them. It led to many deaths, !aggie giving a c section to deliver baby Judith, and her father being bitten. At one stage herself and Glenn were kidnapped by Dayl's long lost brother. They were interrogated and intimidated before saved by their people. Eventually getting revenge. They did have to go back and help Daryl. Skipping forward some time, an illness fell over the prison which led to many deaths of their new civilians. She had nearly lost her husband too, Glenn. To make matters worst the Governor attacked the prison with an army and a tank. The sadistic man killed her precious father before her and Beth's eyes leaving them devestated. Though the prison was falling, burning and a war zone everyone had to clear out. She lost track of her sister and Glenn. So when she was on the road with some others she was I. Search of her baby sister and Glenn, as they meant the world to her. They needed to be found before the others in her heart that's what she wanted.

Reunited with Glenn and the others plus a few new recruits she still had no word of Beth, until a new member informed them of her location at Grady memorial hospital. This lightened her spirit. Though her world came crashing down when she saw her younger sister's limp body being carried In daryl's arms. The thought of suicide crossed her mind many times as she'd lost hope I. The world and survival. Having lost the remainder of her blood relatives she was urged to push on. By her husband and the others. That's when they were approached by a man offerin sanctuary, a place named Alexandria.

Within Alexandria's walls the group had been accepted to stay. Maggie had been given the role of govern assistant and working by the leader's side. Giving her group more leverage. A lot of things had occurred through the course. Rick killing a woman's abusive husband, working alongside even more so then Deanna, teaching the people to become stronger and making the place better. Though Maggie and Glenn have been hiding a secret from everyone. She's pregnant.

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Family:
Glenn :: Husband :: 25 :: Alive
Hershel :: Father :: 71 :: Deceased
Josephine :: Mother :: 46:: Deceased
Annette :: Step-Mother :: 55 :: Deceased
Beth :: Half-Sister :: 18 :: Deceased
Shawn :: Step-Brother :: 20 :: Deceased
Arnold :: Cousin :: 27 :: Deceased
Unnamed :: Grandfather :: Unknown :: Deceased
Unborn Child :: Son :: Unborn :: Alive

Personality: Family orientated • Stubborn • Intelligent • Fiery • Brave • Emotionally driven •
Likes:
• - Her family; Makeshift and Formed
• - Fighting for a better life
• - Alone bonding time with her love
• - Helping others
• - Animals

Dislikes:
• - Having lost her relatives
• - Walkers and Killers
• - Assholes
• - Liars

Fears:
• - Losing her makeshift family, Glenn and her unborn baby)
• - Dying
• - Losing faith in a safe place
• - Any dangerous threat that puts her loved ones in danger

Extras:
• - After the death of her father and sister Maggie became extremely depressed and expressed the hints of suicidal thoughts.
• - Maggie is experienced in Farm hand machinery, not just horse back riding.
• - She is very persuasive and is good with convincing and reasoning. Which is why she was chosen to assist Deanna in ASZ.

[Healing Wrath]

𝓜𝓐𝓖𝓖𝓘𝓔 x 𝓖𝓡𝓔𝓔𝓝𝓔 ﻬ 𝓡𝓗𝓔𝓔

Where :: On top of roof ¤ With :: Bear ¤ Outfit :: Southern Belle
Equipment :: knuckle knife & 9mm ¤ Injuries :: Gun shot wound to the leg

A mixture of doubt and fire burning in her core yearning to fight for their community, their home conflicted her emotions and mind. Being dauntless, reckless was it bravery or foolish? It could be looked at both ways but the man she new as family had a point. Without trying what was the point of it all? All this doubt was nothing like her. Ever since she discovered she was carrying child however her ways of handling things shifted. Even though she wanted to plow through that herd to search for her family and kill ever last one of those undead buggers. If we all hide we will lose more people Those words couldn't be any more true. Though anyone who had been out of the walls, especially Rick's group knew this. The cycle of life and death, the cruelty of it all and how much of a fight survival was. The walkers had the advantage of never tiring, it was an unfair advantage. In this overwhelming situation it was nothing but troublesome. If it had been nothing but a mere four that would be nothing. A soft inaudible sigh escaped the southern belle as her emerald hues searched the sea of walkers that consumed Alexandria. That was an admirable thing about Rick, he was always determined to never give up. Always head strong. Maggie always admired that and she knew her father saw great hope in Rick to lead everyone. "I know." Her words soft yet troubled. They didn't have the flare of strength to strive and fight. Her hope was not lost yet she worried for the people and their futures. And if it were possible to have Alexandria even have a future. Maggie wanted to be included in this plan to help the people of Alexandria and their own people, though Bear was making it clear he had no intention on having her tag along. Due to her injury. Was it because she'd be considered a worry like dead weight? The though made the woman mentally frown, whether the man liked it or not she was going to participate in helping. Even if it was on her own.

It hadn't been long until her wound had been wrapped. It would do the job for now, until this was all sorted. Luckily the wound was not fatal. Still it baffled her where the gunshot had come from. It was no doubt a misfire that was for sure and the assumption that it was an Alexandrian had crossed her mind. The words of encouragement the man had given her for her tough demeanor through being patched up reminded her of an owner talking to their dog, If the day hadn't turned out like this, one of massive danger. It might make her laugh. From her peripheral vision she noted the man take a cigarette out and set it a light for his need of pleasure. Shuffling further away from the smoke puffed from the man's lips so the human growing within her womb wouldn't be harmed by second hand smoking. Maggie gave Bear a somewhat disproving look but looked away. Bringing her legs up to her chest and resting her elbows on her knees. Smoking at a time like this, just seemed inappropriate. Maybe the brunette was just a little judgmental as of late with smoking because of the bundle of joy? Craning her neck to the side so she was looking at the male as he spoke disagreement crossed her features. "But you aren't alone now, you have to think of everyone. The people that need you, the people you'll leave behind.. What you're saying is really dangerous, it could get you killed." Maggie paused for a moment before continuing. "We've all grown... Even since the prison, but we've lost people who grew stronger too and they died. No matter how tough one can be to kill, you still need to be careful." Maggie gave her friend a softened look as she then averted her gaze. The brunette started shaking her head as the man stated his plan again. She firmly disagreed with him.

"That is stupid. There should be another way of getting around, safer then that." Placing a lot of emphasis on that the brunette started pondering all the things they could possibly do. And yes, she was adamant of tagging along. Being left behind wasn't safe for her anyway, if they could think of a safer route then there was no need of her being left behind. Emerald hues flickered about scanning her surroundings as her mind ticked away. Each possibility crumbling into failure instantly. fingertips started to tap on the bony part of her knee as her hues flickered over to Eric catching a glimpse of rope he'd been carrying around. Slender brows furrowed as her mind processed that this could be used to their advantage. If only... Shuffling her weight to a kneeling position eventually making her way into an upright standing position the former farm hand steadily walked across the roof splaying out her arms to keep her balance as she made her way to the side of the house. Coming to a halt near the edge of the roof and gazing at the gape between houses Maggie pondered how far of a distance it was and if they could manage to get the rope on the other side, using it as a way across. A makeshift bridge of sorts. "You think your rope is long enough to reach across to the other house?" the southern twang hung in her question. There were less walkers lingering in the sides of the houses as there was less room for them to roam about. It would be a good way for the duo to make their way around the community without having to go directly through the mass of death ready to chew them until they were just mere bones. And it gave them the advantage of a higher vantage point for them to spot people. However this could all only work if that rope lingering on Eric was long enough to dauntlessly get from house to house.




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