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Name: Jamie Frey
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty five
Height & Weight: 5'8 & 163 lbs
Former Occupation: College Student
Sexuality: Homosexual
Martial Status: Single
Group Role: Odd Jobs, Gardener, Wall duty
Ethnicity: Australian

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Weaponry:
• - Knuckle knife
• - Machete

Equipment:
• - Notepad
• - A collection of books he gathers from scavenging trips for Bailey's night stories
• - A box with some family photos
• - Hip/Leg Holster (For knife and machete)
• - Bulletproof vest
• - Hidden supplies for backup

Biography: From a very young age Jamie showed a very complex personality, his father viewed him as strange but his mother viewed him as beautiful and unique. There was no doubt he was his mothers little angel. His mother was a Vet nurse and his father well he was told he was a medic of sorts. Jamie's father left when he was only a few months old, family life was too complicated for the man apparently that and there was another woman. As for his sister well she was older, the two siblings couldn't have been any more different. Tanya was a social butterfly, she partied a bit where as Jamie was a shy and meek little one. By the age of six years old his mother had found love again with a man named Hugh, the father both kids wanted and the husband their mother needed and deserved. When they grew older they started to rely on each other more, they became better towards each other but there was still a lacking bond. Growing up Jamie struggled with his dreams and hobbies, well with what little he had. There was just so much complexity with him even he got confused as to what even he needed or wanted. So he was stuck. Tanya soon met the man of her dreams followed by getting her dream career leaving Jamie in the dust. He had no idea what he wanted to do in life and this is when he was in his late teens by then. His sister was three years older.

At some point the young man was now growing aggravated at himself for not knowing what he wanted in life so he enrolled in college for gaming development, because video games were interesting. It didn't last long, barely even getting settled into his classes the outbreak tore asunder. Receiving several missed calls on his mobile from his mother Jamie started to become concerned. Calling back twelve times, he still remembers. The twelfth time she had answered. The loving mother had urged him to return home, something was wrong. So he hitched a ride with a classmate who lived nearby to get home. Coming home he found his mother curled up in the corner of the kitchen, her arm bleeding. Tanya was on her way with her husband and son. Hugh was no where in sight. He was locked in the closet. He'd bitten his mum, Attacking her in a crazed state after half an hour from coming home from work. Opening the door Jamie was then thrown to the floor and struggled with the man, well what was once a man. That was when Tanya, Miles and Bailey arrived. Miles saved him killing the turned Hugh, Tanya explained what was happening. It became depressing when the realization kicked in, that their mother wouldn't make it through. Everyone said goodbye, Jamie stayed by her side while... she ended her life on her own terms. This was when Jamie started to become anxious of losing the ones he loved. His sister, brother in law, nephew and himself survived for a few years. Until bandits came at an inopportune time, Miles held them off. All the three could hear while they ran was his screams, telling them to keep running as they tortured him. Until, a shot rang through the woods.

That same day just a couple of hours later, his sister was becoming distraught. She was starting to become highly anxious and distressed. Making Jamie promise to protect her son if anything happened to her, she was never one for stress. But after losing most of their family, it was taking it's toll. Walkers were being drawn to her panic's. Jamie was trying to calm her down as Bailey was starting to become upset and teary. They had no weapons on them, only some food they managed to grab before running. So two walkers grabbing Tanya. Jamie watched in a helpless daze. Her screams were agonizing and ripped through the air. What brought him out of his shock was Bailey clinging to his side. He had to escape with his nephew. The young man picked him up and ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Leading him to the gates of Alexandria. A community offering sanctuary to specific few, decent people. The man and nephew passed the interview. They were there a few months, living their lives trying to forget the outer world. He worked inside the walls helping with the pantry and delivering to people and Bailey got to be a kid. Then, Rick and his group came.

At first Jamie wasn't judgmental, they were survivors and they all had to except each other. Though things seemed to take a turn. Rick had taken a liking to the blonde who lived across from Jamie who was married. The man she was married to was the doctor of the community, he didn't talk to the man and suspected something off there but never got to know. After a fight broke loose and events happened Jamie packed up his things and his nephew's and left. It didn't feel safe anymore. There had to be other communities. Just as they'd run low on food, bottles of water, ammunition and even lost their guns resulting in only having one knife, they were found by a small group of scavengers who were from a community named the Hilltop. Jamie was welcomed into the community. He's only been there for a little while but it's a peaceful place, they have a larger food supply then Alexandria did, they have animals and it felt safe. He was told about the deal with the Saviors by the unliked leader of Hilltop and what he expected from Jamie, play nice and do whatever they want. Feeling trapped now, Jamie plays by the rules. Though doesn't hide the fact he despises Gregory and thinks he is pathetic. The only few he likes there is probably three people so far? But for his little nephew, he will do what he has to. It's a promise.

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Family:
Hugh :: Step-Father :: 56 :: Deceased
Juliet :: Mother :: 52 :: Deceased
Unknown :: Father :: Unknown :: Deceased
Tanya :: Sister :: 28 :: Walker
Miles :: Brother-in-Law :: 32 :: Deceased
Bailey :: Nephew :: 12 :: Alive
Sanders :: Former Lover :: 36 :: Walker

Personality: Morally guided • Driven • Caring • Stubborn • Realist • Opinionated •
Likes:
• - Family
• - Music
• - Animals
• - Drawing
• - Kind people
• - Safe communities
• - Coffee
• - Chocolate
• - Happines

Dislikes:
• - Gregory
• - The Saviors
• - Feeling helpless
• - Death
• - Walkers
• - Condescending assholes
• - Belittlement
• - PTSD

Fears:
• - Witnessing someone he loves/cares for die
• - Being torn apart
• - The downfall of the decent communities
• - For Bailey's safety
• - Large herds of walkers

Extras:
• - Jamie left Alexandria feeling it was best for the safety of his nephew.
• - He sometimes suffers from anxiety.
• - The young man is a lot smarter and stronger then he seems to be.
• - The possibility of having romance in his life, falling in love, it strikes worry in him. It would just be another person to lose. Fears being too close due to loss.
• - His aim with a gun needs improving as it takes him time to line his positioning, though now at Hilltop they don't have guns to practice with so he'd got no training to do.

[Healing Wrath]

𝓙𝓐𝓜𝓘𝓔x𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓨

Where :: Near gate ¤ With :: Bailey, Christelle & Luke ¤ Outfit :: The caring Uncle
Equipment :: Knuckle knife & Machete ¤ Injuries :: None

Regardless on how strong the reluctance that surged through the Australian male it was quite difficult to ignore the easing feeling of gratification that there was someone there that had an understanding on the man and his nephew and actually had a decency to be humane towards them. Jamie had become softened to Chris' presence. It didn't help that his nephew was so at ease with the woman it just gave birth to a bond between the two adults. The interactions, whether gentle in comfort or amusing always gave a twinge of thankfulness that this woman still lived, she still had the survivability to continue in this world. It wasn't only just having a little friend around this place he could interact with and avoid the creepy old delusional 'leader' of Hilltop. But what she provided for Bailey. A strong female role model. Jamie needed Bailey to know everyone could be strong, if they tried. He needed the boy to be. As Jamie felt he'd failed to make his sister, Bailey's mother see. The boy needed to. The only family he had left was going to live until he was old. Through every rough patch they'd endured losing family, Before Alexandria, Leaving Alexandria, then reaching Hilltop. Jamie was trying to mold Bailey to be a strong boy to grow into a strong young man as he aged. Because one day, he knew he wouldn't be able to be there for Bailey. It wasn't rocket science to know everyone wasn't immortal. Unless it was the undead, which wasn't really living. They weren't even humans. Ashen flesh filled the air from the dead being burned. One thing that would never, ever make sense to Jamie was burning the dead. So many decisions because of the old male who ran things, the man who thought so highly of himself. Jamie never let onto how he felt but he just couldn't stand him. Well, Chris knew. But they weren't going to be discussing their personal talks with anyone. Jamie simply quirked a brow over at Chris regarding the horse rides then shrugged his shoulders. It was then they were 'trapped' in their current interaction.

Luke wasn't a man he despised, he certainly felt hellishly uncomfortable around him though with how he seemed to view their leader. It was such a crumbled mess of emotions towards the tortured man, empathetic yet uncertainty and distrust. Trusting a man who is rather blindly led gave Jamie no reason to trust them. The pain was always notable in the man's ocean blue eyes whenever you looked at him. A light hmm escaped him, barely audible at mention of Raven having not been seen for some time. Only pessimistic thoughts ran through his mind entangling themselves there preparing for everyone in this community to remember yet another name to be gone. Though he pushed it aside knowing he was jumping too hastily to the worst. "Why don't you let him stay here?....Why put him in any unnecessary danger?" The man staying watch safely high up on the wall had chosen his words poorly. Jamie's face sunk and his eyes slowly shifted up to glance at the male hanging casually on the rail. What gave him the right to make such a judgement? Jamie was so self-conscious on his capabilities of being a guardian but he'd die before letting anyone harm his boy. Suppose that's one thing the brunette was judgmental about with Luke. Why was he here instead of his son? Pearled teeth clenched down quickly, within he could feel his teeth grinding together, hear it. If Jamie wasn't using all of his concentration to will himself to remain calm he would have probably said something he'd regretted. What would have been worst was if the man was standing before them. Self judging himself was enough seeing as though Jamie was very harsh on himself as it was, Luke's two cents where it wasn't needed made him doubt himself. The anger washed with flecks of hurt and sadness. All Jamie could think about was punching Luke in his once handsome face, now sickly looking face. "I know how to look after my nephew, thanks." His words seethed through his teeth. He was livid yet his words remained calm. The words however hinted he was well aware how to look after his own, the man should prod his attention somewhere where it's wanted. "I know how to look after my own, you should have done for your own."

Brown hues fell upon the young teen, a more softened look. Body still rigid from even more stress now, the tips of his fingers were lightly trembling with the pressure of stress. "Please" The young teen hastily blurted out after their female companion had turned her attention to Jamie. Leaving it all on him. Times like this he wished it was his sister standing here, or the boy's father or even his own mother. They all had better handling methods for these situations with people. With a soft audibly shaky sigh the male stepped forward placing a hand on his nephew's shoulder and looked over to the now open gate. "Yeah it's fine." Softly responding to his nephew and friend, only for them to here refusing to acknowledge Luke's presence now. Wrapping an arm around the slender frame of the young teens shoulders guiding the youngest of the trio out the gateway he decided to let his companion finish up the interaction with the gatekeeper golem. Guiding his nephew out of Hilltop before them was large grassy plains with a snake-like dirt path leading down some ways a way, eventually which would lead to a road. Nephew and Uncle duo stayed at the neck of the path waiting for their female companion but away from ear shot as the two began to discuss what just happened. Mainly Jamie having to reassure Bailey it wasn't his fault and to not say anything around Luke.




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Where :: Avengers Tower ¤ With :: Nat ¤ Outfit :: Shocking you ¤ Equipment :: N/A ¤ Injuries :: None

Miss PI swiveled around on her stool and raised her brows at the men giving them a shrug. Sure she wasn't one of the recognizable Avengers, she was new to the team. So what she was capable of well to them if they didn't watch recent TV then they wouldn't be aware. Jessica had only been on television once or twice lately. Didn't bother her, she wasn't one to want to bathe in attention. Looking the men up and down before ungracefully gesturing a finger, we all know what finger she gave them. A smirk formed on her lips as she placed it to her lips and acted as if she were applying lipstick. Tony couldn't go ballistic if she were 'retouching makeup needing her finger to do so'. Nat would certainly know that wasn't the intent though. Swiveling back to face Nat crossing her legs elegantly playing the part to sugarcoat. Pursing her lips smiling at the flaming haired woman before her Jessica took tapped the bar so the waiter readied another. "Yeah I sure they are." Jessica wasn't trying to be a b***h. Did she come across as a b***h just then, maybe. She actually didn't want to. Natasha was actually bearable to be around. Alright more then bearable, she liked the woman. There was a familiarity and an understanding between the two she felt and both strong women in their own right. Jess actually also admired the fact even though Natasha didn't have any powers she kept up with the ones who did fairly well, with ease actually. It was impressive. Good ally to have. Maybe even a friend. If she could cope with who Jessica with, flaw and all. Jessica was a good woman, just had issues. Smirking to herself Jess lowered her voice and jokingly said. "I could always rip them a new hole if they bother you."

Looking down as the drink the bartender made for her beckoned for her to drink it. She gazed at it, examining it for a moment. Eh, a drink was a drink. Fancy cocktails were too girly for her but alcohol right now was better then nothing. The a*****e better not cut her off though, she has a high alcohol tolerance. She needs her fill to cope with large social gatherings. As her soft hazel hues darted up the somber expression that was caked on Natasha's face was all too familiar. The stare drifting to nowhere whilst thinking of something, maybe bad in the past or something terribly currently going on? Jess knew better then to ask. As herself she would always say 'I'm fine! get lost!'. The Black Widow obviously wasn't as rude as the private investigator however they do have distressing war stories that would be preferable not to bring up even over drinks, even drunk. Somethings, you just don't talk about. Looking over her shoulder as Nat mocked Tony also she chuckled it matched perfectly. The green hulkess beside him glamouress would probably wish to throttle them for mocking her beau. "Clean my shoes with thy tongue peasant. Then kiss my a**." Natasha was officially her favorite person tonight, this night might be more bearable then initially thought. A small scoff escaped the woman. Cliché, seemed to happen so much with everything these days it seemed borderline pathetic at this point. "When is anything not cliché these days." With a heavy sigh Jess shrugged. "Hmm Too delusional to face the truth. Life isn't sunshine and rainbows. Jesus the it's seriously ******** ridiculous even having to spell it out for them after giving them the photos." A small unamused chuckle escaped her. "Of course not. The answer wasn't what they wanted so no payment for the job. It's a typical thing, trust me. Let alone fixing the door to my apartment slash apartment, not that it's..... like this."

She gestured with one hand around the large room. Who could have something ever so Grande besides Tony Stark. Jessica's apartment was run down, old and in dire need of repairs. Not just the broken Alias door glass sign. But walls, appliances, the works. Well suppose not now that she was 'living' in the Avengers tower. Slender fingers ran through her soft raven locks as the glass reached her painted lips taking down some of her beverage. Both Nat and Jess both looking out upon the crowded room. The mingling guests. Really Jess wasn't too interested in anyone's affairs. Some drama may be funny to witness, but it was just old men laughing fake women cackling like hyenas to impress rich men, things Jessica wanted to roll her eyes at. If she rolled her eyes too much they may threaten to pop out of their sockets.




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𝓐𝓤𝓓𝓡𝓔𝓨 𝓢𝓜𝓘𝓣𝓗

Where :: Alexandria, Home ¤ With :: Maggie, Rick, Anik, Abraham, Glenn, Rosita, Michonne, Aaron, Eugene, Carl, Sasha, Daryl & Saviors > Jason ¤ Outfit :: The Determined Mother
Equipment :: None ¤ Injuries :: N/A

Living could be a curse, enduring the pain of loss. Witness of a slow painful death eating away at their being such as cancer or a peaceful passing of old age, death varied. Living would never be the same. Picking up the broken pieces of your heart felt like jagged glass daring you to cut every inch of your skin. How does one really go on after losing someone so dear? Family meant everything. For such a long time the brunette didn’t have a family unite that was functional. All she knew was abuse. It only came type the apocalypse to have people come into her life for her son and herself to call family. The brunette remained motionless as movement happened around her. Memories of her son played in her mind keeping the woman now distant from the mocking of the group. Unable to tolerate it. If only she held back, had her rifle. This man would have a bullet between his eyes. The morning may be bright in weather, but it was dark in moral. Two lives who were held dear to the group were taken away, as if it were nothing but swatting a fly. They were no more then headless corpses and memories, Stories to be told to other generations, friends, newcomers. Emerald hues lazily peered up at the demonic man as he paced across the lineup to get one last glimpse of the group before telling his lapdogs to take the three he picked as prizes. Tightening of all her muscles as Daryl was whisked away fighting back. Feeling the urge to get up and hit someone but with her boy back home she couldn’t risk it. And she was aware how idiotic that would be. Jeopardizing the rest of them would be foolish of her. Another loss to add to the list. It felt like time slowed as her hues singled Daryl out. The male thrashed in a couple of Saviors iron grip. Van doors opened, the three chosen were put inside and then the doors closed. The last bit of him she could see were his black boots, slightly bloodied. With a sarcastic departure, the monsters left. But no one moved. The shock of what had occurred was still dawning on them all, processing and then movement brought all back to the moment. The sickly widow was up and moving. Feebly springing to her feet from lethargy Audrey moved towards her wanting to stop her but decided against it, it wasn’t her right. Rick and Michonne begged her to rest, let everyone else do work for her. Audrey looked over her shoulder back at the few who remained knelt. Turning her attention back to the current group. "You shouldn’t be doing this." Yet the widow continued to deny everyone’s pleas to assist or take reigns. It was concluded Maggie would be accompanied by Sasha to Hilltop and remain with her. They would take the two to the community and the deceased then leave for home. The remains, they would be buried at Hilltop where their lovers would be residing.

On the road heading towards Hilltop was quiet, not a word was spoken. Sitting at the table as fingers pressed into the wood her nostrils burned as the stench of their deceased friends increasingly grew over time. Though what could be expected. And it wasn’t like the woman wasn’t used to the odor. Walker flesh was rotten, their inner smelt putrid, yet it was more the emotional scarring of the events that made the smell of the bodies so prominent to the brunette. Emerald hues had blankly been staring at her dirty nails the entirety of the journey to the Hilltop. Once there Audrey was one to help assist carry out the bodies until some of the Hilltop civilians opted to assist. Parting ways with Maggie and Sasha with an embrace quickly yet lacking emotions being drained of everything. She ushered herself back inside along with the others and they were set off back to Alexandria. Choosing her same seat the mother of one zoned out, playing out the events on repeat. Unable to stop ruminating on the events. The deaths were like a broken record, a film in first point view, then in killers view and then in both victim’s view. The mind wouldn’t switch off. The trip went by without her looking at anyone in the vehicle, unable to see the pain contorting their features. Burying her face in her hands as her heart weighed heavy it wasn’t long until the vehicle came to a slow halt. They were home. The gated community of Alexandria provided them a warm blanket of security. Or so it used to feel, It didn’t feel warm and safe being inside the gates anymore. Bringing her head up to look at the others, emerald hues resting on each face for a few minutes taking each one’s features in and their inner emotional trauma of this morning’s horrors. She cared for each and every one of them. Standing up she filed out of the caravan along with the rest of her fellow survivors. Audrey stayed behind her family as they were greeted by two of the original Alexandrian’s Moira and Cameron. More so the male then the female, the male always seemed more friendly towards the gritty group where as the female seemed unpleased with their every move. Emerald hues lazily looked towards Anik as his legs seemed to fail him, the exhaustion was enough to get any of them. Or perhaps it was the emotional trauma that was taking hold of him. The brunette woman was not ready to break, not in front of the two before them. It wasn’t until she saw her son heading their way she froze like a deer in headlights. Her attention quickly turned to Cameron as the question met her ears. "She is safe, the baby is fine." Her tone, her voice, it was drained of life. Cold, barely audible. The emphases on ‘she’ and her ‘baby’ however was prominent enough. Should she elaborate? That was when her son met her wrapping an arm around her frame, worried eyes meeting her face.

"Glenn….Abraham….Their dead…..Murdered….. Daryl is taken…." There was a wavering to her voice. Sadness was getting the best of her. A watery curtain covered her hues as she shook her head weakly avoiding eye contact with anyone, even her boy. Not wishing to break. Knowing if she caught eye contact with anyone she would crumble into a depressive woe. Some others came to meet the returned at the gates, when seeing the scarred looks within each individual’s eyes, all knew something was wrong. Aaron was whisked away by his partner to their house which was probably better, crowds would not do any of them good. Rosita headed to her home, shortly followed by Eugene. Either later today or tomorrow Rick would have to address what Alexandria was now apart of. Everyone needed to know, contribution was needed. Emerald hues shifted toward Nik avoiding everyone else. He looked worn. Fragile even in that very moment. As if Cameron were the only thing holding him together. Having been so strong during the line up, she had held a new respect for the man. Previously having no opinion on the man good or bad, but now she had that respect. Tagging along for Maggie, being so strong, enduring the morning, being a survivor. Feeling lithe muscular arms wrap around her and start moving her away from the crowd that Rick had started talking to with his lover at his side. Cameron helping Nik to his feet and doing the same. Giving Nik a parting glance before they parted ways having their weight carried by another she hung her head, brunette locks curtaining her features.

They were inside now. Their new home. Audrey almost wished she could hear the life of roommates. More family. The peace with her son was nice, but after the morning. More life was needed. Being moved to the lounge room her son helped her onto the lounge. As she sat, as her behind just touched the cushioned heap Audrey broke. The emotions poured like waves crashing against a rocky shore. Tears flooded along with sobs. Her boy moved her hair out of the way to witness his mother’s breaking point. The horror she had endured. The losses she witnessed. Feeling her son embrace her as she just sobbed, allowed herself to be vulnerable away from prying eyes.




ｏｏｃ:: And the true mourning begins.


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𝓙𝓐𝓜𝓘𝓔x𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓨

Where :: Garden ¤ With :: Alone > Rae ¤ Outfit :: The caring Uncle
Equipment :: Bucket, watering can, mini shears, gloves. ¤ Injuries :: None

The moment in the garden slaving away to someone else’s chores he thought of one Disney song ‘whistle while you work’ to compliment the thought he let out a soft whistle as he cut off mutilated looking tomato. It no longer had its firm roundness, its current wilted state was rather discouraging. Food was already scarce. Mouths demanded food, stomachs needed their fillings and rations were required to appease to the ‘Saviors’ of the newly found world order. The male assumed that’s the meaning behind their group name. Having to unwillingly surrender their grown food the community was known for did put a bitter taste within the male even if he was a newer addition to the community. And to think, the community he was once associated to was now involved in the mess known as the Saviors well. It made him realize there would have been no escaping these people. But they had Rick and his capable group in Alexandria. They could do something about these people, right? So everyone could sleep at night knowing one less monster didn’t lurk at their gate. Holding the miniature shears at the steam of one of the plants as his gaze faltered. Was there any chance of even winning against such savage and cruel people? Sure there were many in this world. But as of this very day they took the cake of horrible. Snip. The individual plant was gone, rotten was no good for the eating or pleasing of the Saviors. Sighing to himself he leaned squatted to give his legs a rest. Lives were so fragile, at that moment he found himself thinking about the people he had talked to in Alexandria. Aaron, the one who had brought him back to the community. He was a very kind man. Older then him but Jamie found him attractive. His boyfriend was also a very friendly man, sometimes too talkative for Jamie’s liking. The pantry workers who had brought things over. A blonde and a bigger brunette, Both very nice women. A British male who was caked with freckles, but it added to the dashing charm he exuded and the awkwardness. Each of them he’d only interacted a few times but those people he wished were safe. And of course the kindred leader Deanna and her husband were very kind.

Brown hues gazed up at the clear blue skies, the bright sun beaming down on them brightening their ways. The garden was getting all the light it needed. Everyone just needed to make sure it had the daily watering. With a grunt the male pushed himself upright out of his squatted position so he could roam about the garden again to check once more for any rotten crops. Tomatoes, carrots, cabbage, lettuce, etc. It was then a familiar voice greeted him. Thankfully it hadn’t startled him. Standing upright giving his back the much needed stretch the male met the woman’s gaze a bright smile forming on his features. "Mornin." He replied in greeting. Carefully stepping over crops to exit the garden he placed the mini shears into the bucket with the rotten disposables. Once out he placed the bucket down and scratched the back of his head feeling a slight sweat. Grabbing a pinch of his shirt to shake some air through the material to greet his flesh. "I slept like a baby. How about yourself?" Concern rang through his tone. Examining the woman’s features momentarily noting she still had heavy bags under her lids though they wouldn’t go away in a night. It was still saddening. Averting his gaze to not be rude he picked up the watering can and stepped back into the garden, evenly feeding the crops their desire of hydration H2O. "I’ll be finished soon. What did you have first?" If he was honest, right now he could use the company as much as the woman most likely could. Usually his friend Chris was around. But she was away doing what she did best. Jamie didn’t get attached, he knew it only caused heartache and that scared him more then anything. That’s why he had so much energy spent on worrying for his boy. And it was his boy, the closest he would have to having his own children. But his nephew not having his parents anymore. Jamie had to be both and beyond just to make ends meet and have the tween be mentally and emotionally alright. Chris was one who had basically forced him to be friends with her, amusing really. They had a mutual respect and understanding on things. She was the one who greeted him daily, asked questions a lot and tended to bug him when he was doing chores until he preferred being in her company. Brining him out of his shell.

Looking back over his shoulder at Raenne as water poured from the can in his hands onto the large garden he furrowed his brows. In the distance he saw a figure, no one could mistake who it was. Always clad in suits with groomed grey hair atop that smug punchable round bone, muscle and fat called a face. Choosing not to spend his time focused on the man he truly disliked finding him to be a weasel, a rat, oh the words that came to mind. Some vulgar even. Jamie focused on the woman he was starting to keep company. Hoping to bring some light back into her mind. Be an ear to take the burden of stresses, a mouth to provide some advice if needed, a smile just to help the day knowing there were people here. He would have to leave a note for his nephew first before meeting back up with Rae letting the young one know where he would be so he wouldn’t threat or wonder off anywhere. Though there may not be anywhere to run off to since the guards wouldn’t allow him out and the gates were always closed the uncle never stopped having ruminating thoughts something might go wrong around the community. Water had had graced all the soil and even trickled down some of the greenery. Carefully maneuvering his way out of the garden, the man wiped the souls of his footwear along the grass picking up the bucket in the other hand and walking off to the shed indicating with a quick nod of his head for Rae to follow. Placing the watering can back nearby was a bin to dump the rotten crops in. Placing the rest of the utensils back into the shed he turned back to Rae. "I’ll go check on Bailey then meet you. I won’t be too long."




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𝓜𝓐𝓖𝓖𝓘𝓔 x 𝓖𝓡𝓔𝓔𝓝𝓔 ﻬ 𝓡𝓗𝓔𝓔

Where :: Clearing ¤ With :: Audrey, Rick, Rosita, Abraham, Glenn, Sasha, Aaron, Eugene, Michonne & Carl ¤ Outfit :: Feelin Ill
Equipment :: N/A ¤ Injuries :: Complications with unborn child

How this woman was managing to keep herself on her knees was some sort of miracle. Shock was coursing through her being. Her frame as rigid as stone, unwavering, unmoving. Yet she felt as fragile a petal before bloom. Emerald hues could not escape the horrors surrounding her, practically the one before her merely a few feet away. The mutilation of her husband was something that had made her mind feel mirrored to how his looked, blended, messed up. Everything felt like a haze. She wished it all to be a nightmare. Hoping to wake up in Alexandria, in his arms. But this was too real, death crept up often in this world and it was always a shock. In her hazed state emerald hues often gazed on at the events unfolding before the hostages. Beads of sweat multiplied on her forehead as she felt the need to hunch over. Observing the slender frame of the younger Grimes stalk forward willingly obeying their new leader’s orders Maggie had a distaste for where this was heading. The line between the devil of the apocalypse and mere survivor had already been made abundantly clear to the remaining Greene. But, they had won. There was nothing they could do. Most of them had succumbed to defeat. The pixie haired woman had been adamant until the brutal beating and death of her beloved, then she was no longer defiant of these people. She was too broken. Mortified. Family was a core to Maggie’s fight. They were officially all deceased now. Blankly staring at Rick as he struggled to compose himself, but his eyes still showed defiance. That marker kissing the delicate skin of the teenager prepping for a messy ‘surgery’ all the line up could do was watch. This man, he showed no mercy.

The enjoyment dancing across his features made her stomach churn. Not just because of her discomfort from her pregnancy. The hatred that boiled through her blood was a mere flicker, too overpowered from loss and shock. But it was dormant within her. Emerald hues lingered on Carl’s face, the composed look taking control of his features. Being strong for his father, for them all. The younger male was a good young man. She didn’t want to witness harm to him. That is when the pleading began. The begging. Rick almost looked broken but not completely. He however looked a mess. Tears streaming down his face, snot pouring from those flared nostrils and saliva spilling past his lips. Feeling the tightened grip of the woman beside her as the command the father were to cut his own son’s arm off kept Maggie afloat. Conscious so to say. The group were all shocked, they were close knit after all. Like sisters, brothers, sons, daughters, some lovers. Realizing Audrey would also be inwardly freaking out about the threat of them attacking home, her son. Emerald hues slightly widened as a gloss of freshened water coated the beautiful colored hues. Negan was proving himself to be more a sadistic animal the more the time they were forced to spend with him ticked by. What was that verse her father would read them in tough times? ‘John 14:27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.’ The southern belle repeated the verse in her mind listening to the sound of her father’s soft kindred voice in this time of need. Yet to no avail.

Attention was brought back to the scene as the woman beside her spoke up in desperation for this to go no further. Maggie didn’t avert her gaze from the scene to peer at Audrey. Her tone was enough to get a vision of how her features looked at that time. Most likely how most of them felt. The man’s dialogue continued, tormenting Rick, demanding he get to chop chop chopping away. That was when the rest had firearms cocked to the back of their heads. The metallic weaponry never once touched her, but she could feel it’s presence behind her. It was close enough that if she was shot it would be considered point blank range. It all seemed to happen all at once. A blur again. The axe was raising as the increase of screams of reluctance escaped rick, he was a blubbering mess which was understandable. Looking away for a moment back to where her love laid motionless. She wasn’t sure if it was to avoid more trauma or because it was an inability to keep her hues away from what used to be her husband. Heart hang heavy every time emerald hues landed on the sight. The exchange of words and commanding still met her ears. By the time she had a quick glance over Carl was still a whole. Rick was broken. Clay in Negan’s hands. They were all his slaves, it was official. And now they were readying to take off. However not before some low punches of gloating and taking one of their family. As Daryl struggled against a few men whisking him away she felt Audrey beside her tense at the sight and heard others audible displeasure. But there was nothing that could be done. Maggie looked on broken. They couldn’t lose any worst. With what little energy she could muster Maggie squeezed Audrey’s hand, keeping her in the now. Watching helplessly as their friend was now in the back of a truck tossed in with two others that crashed the ‘party’. As the doors closed it was the finality that was crushing. They wouldn’t see him again.

The group stayed motionless as the Saviors shuffled past collecting their dues, took a few photos, then took their leave. Leaving them in the dust of a massacre. Fingers loosened from the woman’s grip who tried comforting her. Head drooping low for a moment as she got onto all fours and pushed herself upright. There were a few objections on her moving. But she refused to listen, she couldn’t. She had to… Swaying as she walked towards the mutilated corpse emerald hues looked down as she closed to the body. Someone told her she needed to sit, at that moment she couldn’t recollect who it was. "No" The finality in her response, the weakened anger bore through her sickened state. ‘We need to get you to the Hilltop. “You need to get ready.” She replied in a harsh tone, again weak but mustering the strength to push forward. "To fight them…" After that response she felt her stomach churn, the pain increase. But she didn’t want to move away from the body. Her husband needed to be buried. He deserved to be buried. At home. Rick spoke up, rejecting the possibility of a fight against the monsters. Denying her of her revenge. Giving her reasons they couldn’t. Why they shouldn’t. She felt herself breaking. The fight leaving her. "Go home. Take everybody with you…. I can get there by myself."

Denying what needed to be done. Would only push back the inevitable. The Saviors needed to be eradicated. They needed to be wiped out from existence, every last one. They wouldn’t be able to live in any sort of peace with them alive. Today was proof of that. Maggie couldn’t keep going on knowing her husband’s killers were out there. "I need to go! You need to go to Alexandria! You were…. You were out here for me." Sobs escaped her. Holding in the pain building up in her chest. It was like a cobra restricting around her heart wanting it to break into a million pieces. She found herself labored breathing, air could not grace her fast enough. It was like she was on the verge of a panic attack. "I can make it now. I need you to go back. I can’t have you all out here anymore. I need you to go back." Being on the verge of crippling over in pain as tears trickled down her cheeks the pixie haired woman denied Michonne’s statement of the group not leaving her. "You have to." The group were all starting to talk to her, discuss about her travel. Rick not wishing her to go. Some other voices chimed in. Then Sasha voted herself to go with Maggie to Hilltop. Accompany the woman. Protect her. The African American woman spoke to her in a quiet tone, reassurance. Though all Maggie could now focus on was her deceased love. "I’m taking him with me." Sobs escaped her as she closed herself to Sasha before kneeling down closer to the body. Placing her hands on his back just to touch him, one last time. It broke her. It wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the warm body that moved to embrace her, that loved her. It was cold, motionless, pungent, not whole. Leaning over the body as she cried for her lost love she felt a hand on her shoulder, as if trying to pull her away.

"I need to do this, please!." She exclaimed through sobs. Making out faces was barely easy through the tears streaming from her eyes. The number of others who wished to help her carry her husband’s limp corpse to the vehicle touched her. She looked at all the faces before feeling the lean arms of the teenager embrace her from behind. Pulling her away from the scene. Standing up and turning around to hug the teenager opting for a closer embrace needing a better contact she buried her face in the young man’s neck crying. Her chest tight, the heartache far worst then what she was enduring from the pregnancy. The embrace didn’t feel long enough. As Carl helped carry Glenn’s corpse away to the vehicle Sasha and herself would be taking Maggie looked on. Watching as the people took away the bodies. Then down at the pools of blood. Lost love was never something she had to endure. But it was something she would never wish on anyone. Placing a hand over her chest as she slowly walked over to the vehicle she would be taking to Hilltop with Sasha unable to control the sobs.




ｏｏｃ:: Hope this makes you all cry as much as it did me. ;c;


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[Healing Wrath]

Where :: Josie's bar ¤ With :: Barry & Bullseye ¤ Outfit :: Just One Kiss ¤ Equipment :: N/A ¤ Injuries :: None

Oh how wonderful such power could be at ones fingertips, none could experience wielding such greatness. Unless they were truly a worthy Asgardian. But all around her were just pathetic mundanes. Disgusting lowlifes who weren't worthy of being in her presence. Even bowing before her they weren't worthy of. A Goddess of Love and beyond belittled to mixing with such.... weak things. A roll of her dashing blue eyes and an exaggerated sigh escaped her as a dainty hand flicked away a man yearning for her undesiring attention. Why would she bother with such pathetic sack of meat? Nothing to offer. With a click of her fingers a couple of the waiters came to her beckon. Muffins, pastries, coffee galore. Did she use a little sorcery? Not at all. Such low minded baboons didn't need a spell to be controlled. “I'll have one of those.... round things.” A long index finger pointed at the shiny menu before her. "A bagel ma'am?" Arching a slender brow the woman shrugged. “Be of haste, I have elsewhere to be.” She could swear if the young man wasn't real his eyes would turn into love hearts and bulge out of his skull. He scurried off to do as he was told like the good boy he was. Within five minutes he was back with what she'd requested. “Good boy.” She caressed his cheek with her hand then lightly shoved his face away before walking at of the store. Grotesque touching a worthless human. Always made her feel dirty. Strutting down the street as if she were a Victoria secret model her gaze never fell upon any who looked at her with desire or envy though she was aware there were hues glued on her. Brown paper bag at her side dangling just by her fingertips the woman came to a halt at the front of a bar. Head slightly tilting as a thought penetrated forefront. Drunken bafoons were easy to manipulate without using spells just using charms but it's also where the dangerous would usually hang out. Some Hench men would be awfully lovely.

The corner of her lips curled as a devious smirk revealed itself. Stepping forward pushing the door to Josie's open, entering the seedy little bar. To her it was a downgrade to being in the streets. It was poorly lit as if it were a brothel, the stench of drunken men and women was pungent, the music taste was poor and the lack of comfortable places to take a seat was lacking. Not that sitting anywhere was probably a good idea in this joint. Looking left and right she let a small huff as she walked over to the jukebox changing the music opting for something more, sensual. Would help her entice whoever she needed. Though it's not like any of these fools were going to get what they wanted from her. Brushing blonde locks behind her ear as she moved further to the back and taking a booth the woman rested her elbows against the table as she observed individuals. A couple of men approached her one being overly flirtatious, the other more devious. "Hey there pudding" The bald head, muscle jacked one tried to smoothly approach. Sliding in the booth beside he. his friend shaggy raven haired dangling in front of his dark eyes. Lankly built. He moved in on the other side. “And what may I help you two with?” Her tone dull and clearly unimpressed by the lack of skills of flirtation. It would take a lot for the Enchantress to swoon over a man. "A night with you or several." A chuckle that could only be described as delightful yet dark escaped the woman that resembled an angel. “Oh please peasant... You would never stand a chance with an Asgardian.” As the bald one tried to place a hand on her leg she scowled grabbing his hand and twisting it to the point an audible crack was heard. “Don't be a fool.”

The fear in the men's eyes almost made her wish to laugh. Blowing some green mist in their faces she whispered to them. “Start a fight for me, Show me how strong you are.” With that the duo bounded over the table and scanned the crowed until they chose a big male chilling with a slender woman. A villainess smile passed by her angelic features. Oh how easy it was to mess with the delicate minds and bodies of the fragile humans. Asgardians truly were gods among men. Blue hues watched on as the fight broke loose. Though her gaze faltered as she found herself looking over to two men sharing a drink at the bar. What caught her gaze was one had a bow splayed on the bar on full display. Whoever it belonged to she might have to find out which one was able to work the weapon, they could be of use to her. Maybe they would join in the fight? Folding her arms the woman showed she had interest in the two men from across the room.




ｏｏｃ:: Just got her layout today. Eep love it!


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𝓥𝓐𝓛𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓔x𝓖𝓞𝓝𝓩𝓐𝓛𝓔𝓩

Where :: Orion's abode > Outside near wreck ¤ With :: Orion > Allan (Orion and Brennon nearby) ¤ Outfit :: Hopeful Latina
Equipment :: Med kit ¤ Injuries :: None

Children were such fascinating embodiments of innocents. The Hispanic woman being unaware of the ‘occupations’ of the shorter humans would surprise her but not for long if she were informed. The response leaving a array of puzzlement. Confusion as to the secrecy behind what the children were made to do. Was it that much of a secret? Either way the Latina dropped the subject not wishing to probe the younger woman’s privacy. If it wasn’t her business, it was best she stays clear of interference. At least for now. Questions could wait until a bond was formed of a more stable leg hold on this relationship she hoped blossomed to a friendship. One could never go wrong with more friends, friends in general would keep one sane. Conversing with the young woman was fluid, easy. Gentle laughter came from her core escaping her as she ran slender finger through her raven locks. A small dismissal with a subtle shake of her head at the thought of Orion’s doubt of her capability compared to the children’s parents. In this world family was a rarity to have breathing. Children were even the fewer in this world. Valerie denied any negativity within the younger woman’s self and her ability to be a guardian. As the duo conversed about animal companions Valerie smiled to herself thinking of her feline, delicate looking. The young boy’s visit would certainly intrigue the feline, she was picky with whom she chose to share her affections with, but children had a free pass. Very canine mannerisms in that sense. "I’m sure Lola would be happy to have more attention on her." That was no lie either. The snow white feline loved attention, Valerie sometimes wondered if she could feed the cat just by giving it attention twenty four seven.

Pursing her lips as she mulled over what the slender woman had expressed to her. For one she could understand the reasoning of distancing ones self from the possibility of going up in flames. But accidents unraveled all the time. Throw a stone off the side of a hill, could hit someone. Accident. Dark hues softened as shoulders shrugged in amusement matching the smirk forming on her lips. Though her features fell as her words rang for more meaning. "People often choose to find fear in every little thing. Accidents happen but they choose to make mountains out of molehills. Besides, neighbors can be pests. More quiet for you and the lil ones." Sending a softened smile the younger woman’s direction before a young male interrupted their bonding time. Swiveling around on the stool Valerie was taken aback by the grizzly appearance. Not his, but what had become of him. The disaster caked over him, the fear plastered on his face, it looked as if he stepped out of blender. Sliding off of the stool as her dark hues were locked on the teenager with concern. What was happening? What happened? The more the teenage male shakily spoke in urgency to the woman before him who just exuded calmness the situation just seemed more serious with each ticking second. Valerie grew worried. Clenching her jaw as the woman tried to avert her gaze so she didn’t openly express her eavesdropping. The raven haired woman only brought her attention up when the young man left and the young girl had awoken from her slumber. Looking over to the girl before glancing away unable to put up a bravado, without knowing what was occurring Valerie could not process anything else but worry.

‘It’s okay’ never really was reassuring. But what else were you supposed to tell a child? s**t was going down and the worst was inevitable? No that was garbage. There was always a way. Always light in the darkness, you just had to make a pathway. "It’s okay… Go do what you have to. We’ll see each other." An attempted smile inched at the corners of her mouth before she watched the young woman if it hadn’t been the situation Valerie would have noticed Orion had half stripped and re-changed in front of her moments ago. But with a clouded mind Valerie just waited for the woman to slowly jog out. Waiting there a few moments, turning around to look at the niece putting on a false bravado. "Stuff like this happened before you all arrived. It’s nothing to fear. Just stay inside." Not letting go of the false front until she was outside away from wary eyes. Dark hues frantically looked around. First thing was first, Valerie bolted for her tent to check on Lola. Peeking under the material to see an unhappy Lola pacing back and forth. A hiss escaping the feline and a swipe of a paw just missing contact with Valerie’s hand. "Oi, Bad kitty!" Opening up the Tent slightly the Latina reached in grabbing a familiar rectangle shape, a box. Dragging it out zipping up her home quickly so a scared Lola didn’t dash. "It’s okay. Shhhhhh." Taking a moment to usher some gentle whispers to her feline soothing the startled thing before she was off again with the first aid kit.

Having a feeling by the judge of blood over Thomas she would require it. Feet slowed to a halt almost skidding cartoon style when she reached the problematic zone. Eyes widened in shock at the damage, both human and constructional. Sure, she was aware Allan rubbed people the wrong way but this, this was something that hadn’t crossed her mind. Having been here since the early years Valerie hadn’t really had to endure much of the harsh outside dangers. Being fortune graced her with the Sisters. Dark hues scanned the area before approaching a wounded woman on the floor. Valerie was no medic but it seemed as Valerie arrived the community medic arrived too. All hands were required. Ripping the brown material from the leg wind whistled passed pearly gates. Opening the box beside her the Hispanic rummaged through it’s contents for some tweezers to extract the shrapnel from the woman’s kneecap. Tiny pieces of dark metal protruded from the pale skin not denting the bone below. "You have to stay still." She urged calmly. The plastic blue tweezers were manipulated, carefully dancing around before gripping each metallic dagger and tugging it out of the flesh. Having successfully removed the embedded metal Valerie moved onto the next step, cleaning the wound. Prying through the pre-made box the woman pulled out antiseptic. Opening the lid to drip some into the wound manipulating the flesh back and forth making sure it spread. Grabbing a bandage pad, ripping off the tape so the clear part would stick to the skin. Then gently caressed it to the knee. "There. Now slowly head over the back further away from the ‘gate’. " Gate, well lack of should she say. Was more of a open walkway welcoming all, good, bad and dead. Not giving the woman time to respond Valerie was packing up and moving on to the next. Just as she was unpacking to help the man, having a hole in his side was something way out of her league but it was something she was willing to attempt to fix especially at the cost of ones life. But before she could even finish readying all she would need the man’s grip on her leg lessened in strength, weak, then it slipped down her thigh dropping onto the concrete beside her. Dark hues looked down at the man who was well into his sixties but had armed up to defend the community. Patrick, she remembered his name. Friendly. Soft green eyes and a smile for all. Too many stories to share but now he was just another body. The lifeless stare, cold pale green hues directed right back at her. Mouth agape. Valerie hung her head in shame, defeat. Why was she even bothering? She was no medic. She had no experience, nor did she have the skills. Sure, she had the desire to help, but was that enough? Sighing to herself dark hues hesitantly looked down at the frozen face. A shaky hand reached out closing the man’s mouth, empathy consuming her features. Closing his eyes as if to protect him or what was to come next. More so out of respect for the living, now the dead. The woman grabbed the scalpel in the med kit placing it to his temple. With such a small blade it was going to be difficult, but she knew it needed to be. One, Two, Three, Four, Five…Six…Seven. Jabs to the head using all her strength to penetrate the skin, muscle and bone to reach the brain. It took her time, but the man wouldn’t reanimate.

Taking her time, longer then she should of to pick up gather and move on to the next needing her assistance Valerie felt ashamed for not being able to save the damned. To fix the unfixable, being inexperienced compared to many. Dark hues flickered over towards a figure slumped over, crimson covering the material he wore upon his back. Wait what had happened? Allen? Taking steps forward noticing Orion had just moved away from the man a bit, was he dead? Not too far away was Allen’s boy toy. Well he had a name for himself, Val always heard gossip. Brennon the sharer, sharer of his goods. Sex. Yes it was a reference to sex. The older male looked flustered, like he was on a short fuse ready to blow. If he had it looked like he would blow again. The Hispanic woman avoided him, choosing to let him go about his duties, what he needed to do. Everyone was getting to work, Valerie needed to continue whether she was good at it or not. Medic was not her occupation here, but she wanted to learn and now people needed help. Too much for one medic. Approaching the lean figure of Allen she kneeled down beside him placing the kit down beside herself. "Can I have a look?" Asking, how pathetic. No professional would ask to save ones life. They would be forceful, do what was needed. Valerie leaned forward to open the man’s shirt but was met with protest. "Allan, you’re bleeding. Blood loss is no light thing to shoulder. You can die from it. And if you die, who looks out for everyone here?" The Latina frowned in one of defiance, like a child disobeying their parents. "Look I know I’m not the doc. But she he has his hands fool. I want to help. The least I can do is keep you stable and move you away from being prey until he can look at you."

"No. I will manage." A huff of disbelief escaped past full lips, disappointed with the answer but also refused to respect the man’s desire to remain unattended. Valerie remained beside the leader of the ‘sisters’ hand resting on the medical kit eyeing the bloodied shirt. Contemplating just working through his objections.




ｏｏｃ:: This took all fcking day! But I did it!!! YAY!!!!


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