ANDREA HARRISON

INDEPENDANT ANDREA FROM TWD

based off of twd comics & show.

created on 29/06/15

#safetyisms

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we don't die

survivors have
scars,
victims have
graves...

the authour

my name is lauren, you can call me lozzie if you like.
i'm currently studying at university which means i won't be around all the time.
i aspire to be a screenwriter one day.
i live in london, which makes my timezone GMT.
i'm semi-private, which means i can be picky with who i write with, but it's unlikely.
i'm a lovely person! don't be afraid to approach me.

i know how the safety works

i'm currently accepting all plotting requests & threads with anyone who'd like one.

my ask box is always open too, so feel free to send me asks!

IMPORTANT:

all icons on this page that i use in my threads are mine! i made them myself. i'd like it very much if none of them were stolen from me without credit being given.


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safetyisms

❛ Don’t come after me, please. ❜ { omg, hope you don't mind. }

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               She’d left not too long ago, minutes, maybe even seconds, until he finally wills himself to move; take his body in the direction that she specifically told him not to go in. He’s following her, too stubborn and too prideful to do otherwise. Fingers curl around the handle of his knife with awareness of the gun that’s tucked behind his back in the waist of his pants. She can’t be far, but where would she go? It’s a question that stumps him, eyes struggling to see properly through the foggy haze that’s settled just above the surface of the ground. What an appropriate time for her to pull a stunt like this

                He can’t gauge how long it’s been, but the goosebumps that start to form along his arms tell him that enough time has passed for the temperature to drop uncomfortably. An ever-growing frustration comes to fruition and he suddenly finds himself running in the direction of a few scattered walkers that caught his eye. The blade of his knife pierces deep into each skull, body after body falling one after the other as their second life is sucked out of them for the final time by his own hand.

                 ❛ ANDREA ! ❜ Her name leaves his lips in a crazed wail. He’s panicking, the possibility of losing her becoming all too r e a l in his mind, but he carries on —— it’s far too late to give up now. Feet carry him over the lifeless bodies that surround him and venture further into the forest that he’s been frequenting, holding on to nothing but a small flicker of hope that this is the direction she went in. 

                The darkness engulfs him, relying only on his senses and the silhouettes of the trees a few feet in front of him. ❛ Where the fuck are you—– ❜ His voice is weak and body tired, the words mumbling from his mouth in a whisper while fatigue begins to swallow more of the little energy he’s been fighting to hang on to. STILL, he’s pushing on. He refuses to quit. He’ll keep searching until every area has been covered. He’ll keep going until he physically can’t anymore.

                                                                                                           He will find her.