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.
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i know how the safety works
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He should be used to those questions by now but it didn’t matter how many people stared at his burn or how many people asked about them, it was still more of an annoyance than anything. His hand was rested on his gun just in case but with no other Saviours around he thought it might be a little safer since she looked just as alone as he did.
“ Burnt. What else do you think happened? ”
She doesn’t know who he is, what he’s capable of. What he’s done to survivors that were weaker than she was. She wasn’t stupid enough to set her gun aside & have a ‘friendly’ conversation. She couldn’t help but wonder if the fire that had caused his burn had been started on purpose. There was something off about him, something she knew she probably should avoid.
❝ Looks like someone took an iron to your face, if i’m being honest. ❞
Blood stained his pale features and caked into the, still properly trimmed, dark and sweaty locks of his hair. He’d been so trusting to let a stranger enter his hospital. He’d been too in want to believe that he could remain safely in his hospital with turned patients still locked away within their cells rotting away as his only companions. It seemed a mad man’s dream as he looked back upon his choice in staying in the asylum that had been more of his home than any other place.
The sound of a car pulling up behind him brought him to turn to face the sound of a woman’s voice calling towards him.
“I…” his voice was shaking and croaky with misuse, “I…” he shook his head, “I’m from the hospital up the way. Someone…” it almost seemed unbelievable every time he had to look back on it, “someone let the turned patients out of their cells. I was overtaken.”
Part of her was afraid of this strange man & another part was ready for whatever stunt this guy tried to pull. She ran her fingers along the handle of her gun & gripped it hard in the palm of her hand. One move towards her that was in attempts to harm her & he’d be a lifeless body on the floor. She looks at his clothing & realises this man must have been important in the life before – then he mentions the hospital & puts two & two together to figure out he’s a doctor. She prays that he is a good man; they’re in need of a medical practitioner.
Hershel had been a good asset to the group with his various medical knowledge he’d gained from helping animals on his farm. Without him, a lot of them wouldn’t be where they were today. She was going to make sure to get on this guy’s good side.
❝ Did they – did you get bit? You okay? ❞
She had to be sure, she had to make sure he wasn’t a danger to her in any form whatsoever. She had to make it home safe.
UNFLINCHING. Even while staring down the barrel of Andrea’s gun, Lucille remained oddly calm, an almost amused smirk written across her fair features. No, she had no intention of dying, especially not at the hands of some revenge-driven blonde.
‘ My, my I’ve done somethin’ to FIRE you up, haven’t I ?? ’
Her tone was mocking, cold. Lucille felt little to no remorse for what she’d done. To her, her actions wereJUSTIFIED. Glenn’s death had been nothing more than compensation, an eye for an eye. She’d simply followed orders; Negan said “shoot” and Lucille said “ who? “.
A light hum left ruby red lips as she reached for her gun. Pale digits roamed over the cool metal, lingering there for a moment before removing the handgun from the holster.
‘ Mind reminding me what the hell I did ??’
The dark haired beauty was made of steel. Not a single flinch was ever expressed, no fear resided within her eyes. She was the definition of fearless. But take away another person from Andrea & that made her into something Lucille could not yet get a grasp on; she cared. She still felt – & that gave her enough strength & anger to take out an entire army of people if she pleased.
She was shaking with hatred & frustration. Glenn had been her friend, her family. He hadn’t deserved to go the way he had, after everything he had done to get here. They took him away like he had been nothing. She refused to sit back & allow them to celebrate, to express joy over the death of her close friend. She would die before she had to witness that.
With her gun raised, she continued to glare down Lucille. She should shoot her, she knows this. She should do it before the other girl gets a chance to take her out. But she’s desperate for answers, she just wants to know why. Why was she doing this to them?
❝ Don’t act like you give a shit. You killed him! You don’t remember? Made us all sit in a fucking line & then blew his brains out…REPEATEDLY. ❞
A swift kick to the car & she’s pissed. Why was this happening to her now? Darkness had fallen & she was far from Alexandria. She needed to fix the car or find another vehicle & she needed to do it soon. Before walkers or worse, a survivor, stumbled by her. It wasn’t until she heard footsteps nearby that she jumped for the rifle in the passenger seat & aimed it into the fields ahead. There, a shadowy figure stood. Part of her wished that it was a walker.
She was going to kill her. After what she had done to Glenn, after what she had put their group through. She had vowed the moment that his life was taken from him, that she would end Lucille’s life. Now she was standing across from her, that smug look upon her face. She didn’t give a shit about what she had done. Her heart was cold.
Andrea kept her gun aimed, ready to pull the trigger if she desired, which she did. Only one of them was going to leave alive tonight.
The first question that arose in her head was; how did his face get like that? She remained cautious of the other male, eyes not drifting from him for a second. She didn’t want to appear weak to the scarred man, she was far from that. She had her own scars, much like his, almost to match. Except, she can guess his hurt more. With her fingers feeling for the gun attached to her hip, she eventually decided to talk to him.
Driving back from a supply run, she noticed a strange man ahead on the road. It was dark out, which made it harder for her to be sure he was a survivor, not a walker. Looking to the passenger seat next to her, she made sure her pistol was still beside her. She wasn’t going to leave the car without it. Slowing down, she realised he was in fact a fellow survivor. She only prayed that he wasn’t one of them. One of the Saviours. Andrea pulls up at the side of the road, grabs for her gun & leaves the vehicle.
she hasn’t SLEPT in about two days. her mother ( BARGAINED ) her life for shelter, making an IRREFUTABLE offer to which she could only ARGUE by fleeing and ELUDING any ( potential ) PURSUERS. she’s POSITIVE she has managed to redirect their ATTENTION elsewhere by A B A N D O N I N G a SNIPPET of her alreadytorn jeans, SOAKED in BLOOD. the only LOGICAL response would be to EXPECT her to be hurt enough for an UNCHALLENGING capture. but in order to had made the ILLUSION conceivable, she had to abrade the SKIN to draw blood so her ( denim ) could be LACED with h e r VITAL FLUID.
now, clutching her KNIFE from her back pocket, she gave her T-SHIRT a twist before SEVERING the material to enact as a BANDAGE, wrapping up her calf as b e s t as she could, WINCING while breathing grew erratic. frustration built ( lumps ) in her throat as she swallowed THICKLY, a hand rising up to brush chestnut tendrils back. using the TOP of her wrist, she ( wiped ) away hot tears, dainty fingers tying off a KNOT to keep the bind in place. with two hands, she RUBBED her face, blowing out air from between CRACKED lips. she had no where to go and no one to GO TO. but she’d much rather D I E than be CAUGHT.
she watches the young woman from a distance, eyes narrowed as the stranger tends to a wound – she can only hope it isn’t a bite. she remains cautious, she doesn’t trust anyone with a covered wound anymore. she’s always prepared for if they turn, to bury a bullet in between their eyes. not that it’s easy, it’s never easy to take a life but it’s what needs to be done. it’s kill or be killed now, much like the governor had said. not that she agrees with anything he said before his passing. she hopes & even prays that the girl isn’t bit, andrea has taken enough lives for one lifetime. she’s sick of it, she’s sick of the loss & continuous death.
after watching her for a while, she realises she may be lost. she doesn’t really seem to know what she’s doing & it doesn’t look like she’d been alone before. andrea decides she’s been hidden for long enough & finally leaves the shadows she’s been held up in. she approaches the young girl slowly at first, gun aimed like always, finger on the trigger – – safety off. once she’s stood directly behind the girl, she clears her throat to announce she’s there. she’s nervous but doesn’t let it show on the surface, andrea forces herself to appear brave.
❝ – – that wound… is it a bite? did you get bit? ❞
andrea always tried her hardest to avoid new people. she didn’t want to take them into alexandria, especially not when she’d just found the safe haven. when she notices the young woman ahead, she stays low, she doesn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to herself.
bedelia
tosses the other a frown over her shoulder, fingers touching the axe
at her side before looking forwards once more; she almost clicks her
tongue in verbal response, but she isn’t going to deny that the other
woman is completely right in that observation. still, she dislikes
being reprimanded as it were.
❝——-i
am focused.❞
andrea has seen what happens to people that don’t focus, that let it all get to their heads. they don’t survive for long & she doesn’t want to see that happen to anyone. she hasn’t known bedelia long, however their mission for survival has already started. she clutches her gun & looks around cautiously.
❝ – – you sure? cause if you were focused you wouldn’t be asking me questions. ❞
