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.
BACKGROUND MADE BY:
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BASE CODE & CODED BY:
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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. ❞
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.

❝ Raise your gun, bitch. ❞