INDEPENDANT ANDREA FROM TWD
based off of twd comics & show.
created on 29/06/15
#safetyisms
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survivors have
scars,
victims have
graves...
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.
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❝ Don’t come after me, please. ❞
It had been the last thing she’d said to him before turning on the balls
of her feet & heading deep into the dark forest ahead. She’d half
expected him to come after her. Deep down inside, a part of her that
was the weak, little girl before this, was disappointed he hadn’t. A
bigger part of her knew it was for the best, knew that she had to do
this alone. So, she continued down the path that led to the Saviour’s
nearest base. She would get them back, she would get her family
back.
Now she was panicking, tears starting to form in her eyes. What if it
was too late? What if he’d killed them all already? She needed to find
them, she needed to get them back. They were all she had left. Then
she heard Alexander in the distance, chasing after her – still, now was
not the time. She couldn’t have him risking her life, risking his own life.
She had lost too many people already.
Deep breaths & she turned around, standing still in her tracks. Why
was he still coming after her? Hadn’t she made it clear she was doing
this alone? That she could do this alone?
❝ Please stop, Alex. I said don’t come after me. ❞
Strange, she almost whimpers the words. Like she’s afraid, like she’s
about to b r e a k.
✗ || @safetyisms 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.