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On deaths door; 06/10 - AFTERNOON [JOHN]
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the blood was getting more and more. the more she moved the more her top was getting stained with the red liquid seeping through the open wound on her side. the wound itself was still a slight shock to her. how she managed to get shot she had no idea but one moment she was walking around a small group of walkers just outside of the woodland and the next moment she heard a gunshot and within seconds a deep sharp pain on her side. her best guess was that someone somewhere mistook her for a walker. and as much as she didn't blame them, there really was no need to shoot anything or anyone if you are miles away. but it was one of the worst pains she had ever experienced. with every slight movement the pain that shot through her body took her breath away and made her feel very light headed. it didn't help either that she was loosing a lot of blood and she was positive that she could still feel the bullet inside the bleeding wound. so this was another thing she could add onto her list of bad luck during the past week. first she tripped and split the back of her head open falling onto the hard ground. then she almost ended up supper to a small horde of walkers as they stalked her into a dead end and now she had been shot. honestly? it's a surprise to her how she can still be alive a year or so after all of this started to happen. teddy had more bad luck that the average person. she was sure of it.
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both her hands were stained with blood as she pressed both hands against the wound to pressure it. her plan was to make it through the woodland alive and get back to the safehouse she shared with torrence and annabelle, two of the girls in the all girl raider group they seemed to have formed. one of them would surely be able to fix her back up. the problem now was to make it through here alive without passing out and getting eaten by a walker. but that was the problem. having walked through the woodland for somewhere around fifteen minutes now she had lost quite a lot of blood. she was beginning to feel weak, very weak and couldn't walk as fast anymore as she had when she quickly walked into the woods to get away from whoever shot her. so now she was walking slowly, slightly hunched over with one hand pressed to the wound and the other holding tightly onto the small handgun encase she encountered something she didn't have the energy to run away from. while shooting them was usually only a last resort, right now if she encountered a walker shooting it would be the first thing she would do. of course, that would mean that more could come with the sound of the gunshot but that was something she would deal with when and if it happened. for now her main worry while the woods were quiet was to get back to the safehouse and get patched up.
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atleast she was small. being five foot had its advantages and disadvantages. while it meant she was probably going to pass out quicker than someone who was taller than her, being small meant she was able to get under things that taller people wouldn't be able to. and despite the pain that she felt when doing it, ducking under low branches and denser bushes made her journey back to her destination a little bit quicker than walking around everything. that is until she heard a loud breaking of a branch. usually she would think nothing of it, but being on her own, bleeding and on the verge of passing out, teddy pulled back the safety on her gun and held her gun out with a shaky hand in the direction the sound came from. and it was only a matter of moments until she heard and then saw the moving of branches and brushes. teddy swallowed dryly and expected the worst. her blood had attracted a walker. it has to be. who else would be out here this deep in the woodland? taking a breath as deep as she could muster with the pain, she tried to steady her hand. though while she was expecting something out of her worst nightmare, the thing that walked out of the bushes was nothing like a walker at all. infact, it was a human being. a actual person. emitting a sigh, teddy lowered her gun and put the safety back on. and with a sigh she shut her eyes and felt her body fall to the ground before she passed out completely.
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John was at home here, really. Of all the unfamiliar settings and situations he'd come across in the past year or so, the woods weren't one of them. He'd had always done better out doors, excelled even at hunting and everything involved with the camping lifestyle. Here he could build his own fire, hunt his own food and it was easy to tell nature noises from walker ones. He didn't have a tent, he wished he did but his jacket sufficed as a blanket against the soft dirt floor. John peeled off his button up and slung his rifle across his shoulder as he prepared to leave the temporary camp he'd set up to see what he could catch for lunch. He figured if he was lucky he'd have deer and if he wasn't...squirrel. He really did hope he would get lucky.

Getting a vehicle and some gas was on the back burner for the moment. He needed some rest, some time off his feet if that was at all possible. John literally slept with one eye open, he couldn't afford to let his guard down even when resting because he could only imagine how easy it would be for walkers to make a meal out of him if they stumbled across him that way. His boots were worn, they'd be worn and beat up a year ago but even more so now. Eventually he'd have to stop somewhere, get himself a new pair. Hell, he could use a lot more than new boots...it would be great if he could find a gun shop where he could get a silencer. He knew any shots he fired would attract walkers to the area which is why he would be hunting a little far from where he had set up camp.

He moved at an even pace, every so often side stepping branches and moving them out of his way. His mind wandered slowly to a more peaceful time, perhaps the most peaceful time he'd ever had, when he was just fifteen and had gone hunting with Nate. They had set up camp near a stream, in a place much more serene than where John was now. He remembered hoping to see a bear and being excited to learn how to use a gun. Course Nate took the time to drill it into his head the importance of learning how to safely use one, the way he should respect them. Course, that was a long time ago. And John wasn't just using guns to hunt but to kill people who weren't really people anymore...strangely enough he'd stopped plaguing his mind for answers on why this had happened. There was no answer, not for him and not now. All he could do was focus on the present.

His ears perked up as he heard a sound. Footsteps slow, unsteady. John figured it was a walker. He would have let it alone only it was too close to his camp, he couldn't very well leave it out here while he planned to get some sleep later. Thinking quickly, John didn't want to have to use the gun this close to where he set up camp so instead he snapped a piece of a branch off a nearby tree. The stick would work well enough, the end was sharp, pointy. He moved closer towards the direction in which he'd heard the noise. The walker was closer now, and so was he. Inching forward, his left hand gripping the makeshift weapon he moved out of the brushes and into the clear.

Of course John wasn't expecting to see her. He was expecting a walker, with a monstrous face and the stench of rotting flesh. But instead he saw a young girl, a blonde. She was hurt, bleeding almost to death it seemed. She held a gun in her hand that was hardly a threat to him, it was clear she was much too weak to use it. Amber orbs met hers just before she hit the ground. Instinctively John moved quickly towards her. He checked her wound...she hadn't been bitten. In fact it seemed she'd suffered a bullet wound. Fingers brushed aside the blonde strands of hair to check the pulse at her neck. It was weak but still there. Fuck he swore to himself, deciding that he would have to carry her back to camp. He wasn't the kind of man to just leave her there. He would do what he could.

Bracing himself, he gently lifted her from the ground and hoped for his sake and hers that they didn't come across any walkers on his way back. She wasn't so heavy, in fact pretty light which was probably the reason why she had passed out that way. Moment later he set her down gently on his jacket that had been strewn across the dirt floor. He swore again as he ripped off a piece of the white shirt he wore. He would need to apply to the wound, but first he had to remove the bullet that was likely still there. Grabbing his bag his quickly pulled it open and looked for a useful tool. John decided his pliers were as good as it was going to get. He grabbed one of the bottled waters he had, washing the tool first as there was no use in infecting the wound. Once clean, he worked patiently and diligently to remove the bullet from her side. John felt she was lucky she had passed out, or else the pain might have been unbearable.

It took him forty minutes to complete the job and once he had he set aside the pliers and pressed the piece of his tshirt against her wound for awhile. His gaze took in her features, wondering how the hell someone like her had gotten to a place like this.
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the reason for her being this far away from the safehouse was that it had been her turn to go out and gather some supplies. as usual, there wasn't much in the shops outside of the city so teddy only managed to get some stale bread, bottles of water and a few bars of chocolate she found hidden behind the counter. and that would have to last a few days between three people. luckily enough, neither herself or torrance and annabelle ate that much at one go so rationing it would be pretty easy at the start. though neither of the three girls were very nourished. infact, all three of them were so malnourished and constantly dehydrated that was probably what led teddy to passing out quicker than she would normally have done. there was practically no fat on her bones and lack of sugar in her blood was what made her appear so pale and ill looking. and it would only be a matter of time until food outside of the city was gone meaning they had to go deeper in to get food to live. going into the city was a deadly situation. walkers owned atlanta now. you can't turn a corner without bumping into one of those vile creatures. as dangerous as it was on the outskirts, it was much more dangerous inside and that thought alone made teddy want to gather as much food as she possibly could and ration it as best as she could. going hungry everyday was nothing compared to turning into lunch for a walker.

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but she should be dead. teddy knew she should be dead. but once again despite her terrible bad luck, good luck had come through again and she was being saved; or so she saw it anyway. all she remembered was lowering her gun and then everything went black. the next time she woke up she was being carried by a male and after she passed out again and woke up moments later she was lying on the ground with whoever he was hovering over her. and that was the last thing she remembered. which was a good thing because if she knew how painful getting a bullet removed really was, that pain alone would have probably killed her. the pain she felt from the moment she got shot to the moment she passed out was unbearable. every slightly movement meant feeling sharp bouts of pain through her whole body. her clothes were ruined with blood and thanks to her hands being covered in that sticky substance, she even had slight red tints in her blonde hair. anyone could have thought of her as a walker if they saw her and with the amount of blood it looked like she could have been bitten by one too. but teddy held onto her gun until the moment she passed out indicating to anyone that she couldn't possibly be one of them. walkers dont have the mentality to walk around with guns. if they did, everyone would be more screwed than they already are. and lucky for her, this guy didn't end up attacking her with the state she was in.
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teddy had no idea how long she had been out for but when she did eventually wake up she was confused to the pressure she felt on her side. it took her a moment to gather her bearings and to remember what had happened to her and how she passed out just when she saw another person. and when she woke up fully and opened her eyes, she saw the same guy who she remembered carrying her pressing his hands to her side on a bloody rag. but it hurt. it hurt a lot and teddy gasped, quickly pressing her own hands onto ontop of the guys that were pressuring her wound. "w..what h..happened? w... where am i?" she stuttered, still slightly confused over this whole thing. she did remember getting shot and slightly remembered getting carried here but everything else seemed to be a blur to her. and she had no idea where she was which was frightening her even more. "w...who are y..you?" she asked, slightly panicking. she had been told not to trust anyone anymore. mostly everyone will want something from you and more often than not take you for everything you've got and leave you for dead.
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He must have been sitting there, hands pressing the piece of his t-shirt to her wound for a long while but he hardly noticed. He had been slightly lost in his thoughts and all of his senses had been focusing on the environment around him. These days John was constantly alert, something he had to make an effort to do in the beginning but came naturally now. He had been thinking of where he would go next, once he got another vehicle and available source of gas. He'd heard about Fort Benning, but then again he had grown up with the notion that if something was too good to be true, then it wasn't true. Still it was nice to imagine that there was at least one peaceful, serene place untouched by the atrocities that had taken place over the past year.

John's thoughts were interrupted by the girls gasps as she finally stumbled back into consciousness. He had been checking her pulse every so often, surprised each time to find it as the likely-hood of her dying was greater than her living. He couldn't help but to think of how lucky she would be to die of a simple gun shot wound than being eaten by a group of walkers. That way would have been less painful, more normal. But she was awake now, thanks to him. And as weak as she was, she was still demanding to know who he was and where she was. John set a finger against her lips. He'd never been shot before but he had been stabbed, more than once as a teenager. He hadn't exactly lived in a suburb with white picket fences. So he knew that it didn't help the pain to expend energy talking. "It's alright, you're ok. At least for now. I found you here, in the woods. You were shot and bleeding badly. I've taken out the bullet....if I can get the blood to stop I think you'll live," he told her, amber orbs never leaving hers as he spoke.

He surprised himself with the gentleness in his voice, he wasn't used to providing comfort of any kind. But because he figured she could use a distraction from the pain he continued. "I'm John. Or Johnny....you can call me whatever you want really but I'll only answer to those. he told her. "I'm actually surprised you're still breathing. I mean, wouldn't have pegged you as the type to survive a bullet wound this deep but I guess I don't really know anything these days," he said, a ghost of a smile at his lips. "I think you'll be fine," he told her again, his free hand pushing some of the blonde strands of hair from her face.
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dying would be a nice relief right now. she felt hot, flustered and couldn't settle her mind away from the bullet wound. was the bullet still in there? how much blood had she lost? how close to deaths door was she? she wished none of this zombie apocalypse ever happened. she would be in a hospital right now, high on morphine with no pain at all. though she wouldn't have been shot if this apocalypse never happened and instead she would still be working thirteen hour shifts every day and come home to a empty home while her father served time in prison and her mum lay six feet under. but that was better than this. anything was better than surviving in a world that was practically at it's end. but all the thinking back to how things used to be didn't help getting her mind of the pain much and every so now and again she winced deeply as her breathing only agitated it even more. some strong pain killers would be nice right now. very strong painkillers. or atleast the bleeding to stop so she could atleast focus on staying alive instead of dying from blood loss. but atleast she wouldn't be dying while being lunch to walker and end up turning into one of them. she'd be dead. fully dead and end up in heaven or hell, whichever one would have her if those places even existed. and dying just like that would be nicer than turning into a vile creature and stalk innocent people for food. but as much as she hated the way the world had turned out, she didn't actually want to die. while nothing is how it used to be, she had made some new friends in torrance and annabelle. and there was patrick too who had been so kind to her.so while the world had gone to shit, atleast she had made some good friends out of it.
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she was going to ask him more questions before he placed his finger to her mouth to silence her. talking did hurt. it made her breathe more and breathing hurt her wound. with a very shallow sigh, she relaxed a little and shut her eyes while he talked; answering her questions. he said she was fine; that's he would be okay. that put her mind a little bit at rest when someone else said she would be fine. now she wished for the blood to stop but she was to afraid to look at it to see the state she was in. she could feel the warm blood but exactly how much there was she didn't know. and she was lying on something soft and with a look out of the corner of her eye she saw that it was a coat or something. something to stop her lying directly on the cold dirty ground. "i h..hope i havn't gotten your coat d...dirty" strange how the thing she all of a sudden was worried about was this guys coat. but that's teddy for you. always worrying about something or another. but she was slightly surprised that he had gotten the bullet out and she wasn't awake to witness it. of course, she knew it would have been a very painful procedure with no local anaesthetic, but that alone made her wonder exactly how long she had been out for.
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"how l...long was i...i out for?" teddy coughed a little and then winced in pain again. this wasn't fun. no, she hated this. pain was never a good thing for her. but she was staying strong. refusing to cry her eyes out at it with this man here. she may be weak, and weaker than others in general but she didn't want appear even weaker by crying. "w..well johnny, t..thanks for patching m..me back up" a quiet chuckle escaped her lips. she was grateful for him being there, for taking the bullet out and caring for her despite not knowing her or anything about her. but she can't be much of a threat in her current condition and even if she was the kind to take everything from someone and leave them, she wouldn't be able to do it right now. "i'm teddy." she breathed. a stupid name. really stupid name. teddy or teddybear as her mum used to call her. torrance just calls her blondie which she didn't mind but she was a little to weak to introduce herself more with nicknames in the way he had. "i'm stronger than i.. i look" a chuckle escaped from her again. despite the situation she was in, teddy was still able to smile and laugh. it was her general personality. always happy, always smiling. no matter what was happening to her, she didn't change. not even when her own father was beating her and her mother teddy didn't change her happy personality so why would she now with a gunshot. "i don't want to d..die. h...has the b..blood stopped at all?" she asked lifting her head a little after he moved some of her loose strange of blonde locks out of her face.


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John couldn't help the small smile that graced his features when she expressed concern over his coat. He really couldn't believe that she would even think about it in a time like this but it made him smile a bit all the same. "Don't worry about it, it's seen a lot worse than this," he told her in reassurance. It wasn't a big deal and John hardly minded as he could probably wash it or find another coat later on. She spoke again, asking how long she was out. John watched as she coughed, wincing in pain. "Awhile," he told her simply. He didn't bother telling her not to speak again, he knew her mind wouldn't be at ease until she had all the answers she wanted and well, it was better that she get them now anyhow.

He nodded at her gratitude not saying anything until she told him her name. "Teddy, huh? It fits," he said, and John really thought it did. She seemed young, sweet even. Definitely not the kind of person that belonged in a world like this. She seemed used to it, smiling. Much more used to it than John was but it was still surprising to see her able to smile while she was losing blood consistently. John's application of pressure seemed to be helping though he wasn't sure if it would be enough in the end. He didn't want to alarm her however, as that wouldn't do any good so instead he responded with "Yeah, you're doing fine. It's slowing down, it'd be better if we could stitch you up but I think you'll be ok anyway." He was telling her half lies, half truth. He thought she would live, but hell, he wasn't a doctor by any standards and he didn't really know. But again, there was no use in alarming her.


"Look, I have an extra shirt in my bag. I can use this one to tie around your waist. It'll work better," he told her, deciding quickly as he took her hand briefly to press more firmly against the wound before slipping off his own shirt and tearing off a sizable piece. He moved to help her sit up slightly, before he lifted her shirt a bit to expose the wound more. John made quick work of tying the material around her waist, covering the wound. "There," he said, giving her what he thought might be a reassuring smile.
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she was lucky that she didn't get sick of the sight of blood. infact, teddy didn't mind it. having worked as a waitress, one of the cooks in the cafe always managed to hurt themselves somehow, if it was burning themselves or actually managing to cut themselves while preparing the awful food that they served. teddy was always there to patch them up as the other cook was always to busy and one of the other waitresses she worked with hated the sight of blood. but she didn't mind. helping people was what she enjoyed afterall even if it was just something simple like putting a plaster on a shallow cut on a finger of a grown man. you'd think they were babies though with the way they complained about it. swore like sailors too. often when the whole cafe would be able to hear them too. but it was such a small place, a total of six staff members and only ever four there at a time. and they managed despite the long hard working hours. when she started there she was only just sixteen and a sixteen year old shouldn't have to work thirteen hour shifts. but when your father had an accident and lost his hand and began drinking all the money away her mother earned, they needed another income in the house or face getting kicked out. and then when her mother got murdered by her father and her father sent to prison for it, teddy really needed to work more hours and drop out of school. though she would give anything to go back to those times. they were hard and she wouldn't deny that, but it was not as hard as surviving in a world full of monsters. she missed her old life. she missed it a hell of a lot.
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john has a sweet smile, cute really. it made her want to make him smile even more and she had a feeling that so far she was doing a good job of it. infact, he was actually pretty good looking in general. rough looking but it suited him. "the blood feels pretty bad" it was sticky and warm and felt like it was spread all over her stomach and down her side. and even though he said not to worry about it, she did. she couldn't help it and with that she made a mental note to go clean it for him as soon as she was fit enough to move. but god knows how long that would take. she didn't know the true state that she was in without looking at it. the wound felt pretty bad and with the way it felt when she was walking it felt pretty big too. but it probably wasn't even as bad as it felt. she hoped it was something like a papercut. it's only thin and would heal pretty quickly but hurt like a bitch. hopefully this was exactly the same. obviously not as thin as a papercut but just hurt worse than it looks. so she was out for a while. it was midday when she got shot. she remembered that by the way the sun was in the sky but she was unable to see where the sun was at right now through the canopy of trees. she wasn't going to ask what time it was though. time didn't really matter that much anymore these days. when you have all the time in the world to do what you want then you just don't care anymore what time you get up in the morning and what time you go to bed. the only thing that you need to know is when it was beginning to get dark so you can get away from any rural areas since walkers come out more at night than they do during the day.
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"how so?" she coughed. teddy always liked to know why people think the name suited her. it certainly wasn't the first time someone had said it suited her and she knew it wouldn't be the last either. usually it was the response of she is just as cute as a teddybear but teddy never saw it. teddybears were cute, granted, but how she resembles one she didn't understand. "thank god" she was feeling a little bit better now. it still hurt like hell but she wasn't as out of it as she had been when she woke up. she also noticed that she stopped stuttering her words as she calmed down more. "how big is the wound?" she had no idea where she could needle and thread to stitch it back up so knowing exactly how big the wound is would mean she would either have to work out how to find a needle and thread or know that it would heal up on its own by cleaning it regularly. teddy nodded her head slightly at his idea to tie his shirt around her waist. hopefully it would work. it also meant he didn't have to sit there and apply pressure. letting him guide her hand to her wound, she pressed down on it while he moved and took of his shirt. teddy looked for a second, before quickly diverting her eyes not to let him see that she was peaking. nice chest. damn these teenage hormones and damn everyone being older than her. even things like being on deaths door didn't stop things like that. she sat up with his help, carefully and slowly. and as he lifted her shirt up around her stomach, teddy let go of the bloody rag and grabbed onto his shoulders to stead herself. sitting up made her feel slightly light headed and seeing the blood that stained her stomach did make her feel a little but sick. there was a lot of it. to much to feel comfortable with. "thank you" teddy smiled as he had wrapped the piece of his shirt around her stomach. the pressure was nice, certainly taking some of the sting away. now if it would just stop bleeding that would be perfect. "so how long have you been out here for? strange place to camp" she eventually said, looking around as she help onto him for a short moment longer.


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Unlike Teddy, John didn't miss his old life. He missed a couple of things about it perhaps. Fixing cars, for one. He'd practically grown up doing that and it had been one of his favorite past times. Then there was sex. He didn't think too much about that these days but it was definitely something he could miss. There was the burn of whiskey as it hit his throat, the very small number of friends he had known for years and trusted...his bed. But he was almost sure he'd get the chance to fix a car again, he could probably...maybe survive without the sex. Whiskey was nice but wouldn't do him any good, no sense in making it any easier for the walkers and he was pretty sure those friends he had were already dead, or far from here. But those were things...details. John didn't miss the honest reality of his old life and he never would.

His life now was a living hell sure, and everyday was a struggle for survival but it was less real than his old life. It was easier. "It's not as bad as it feels," he responded. Even if he wasn't sure it was the truth, he at least hoped it was. And well, everything tended to be worse than it felt really. John took a moment, really thinking when she asked him how he figured that her name suited her. He wasn't really sure why. Perhaps because 'Teddy' seemed like something sweet and comforting...a teddy bear or one of those silky pieces of lingerie women wore. And she seemed sweet, comforting...a little innocent even. But John opted to say "I don't know. It just does." She seemed better now, not stammering as much, a little more aware than she had been. He was glad. "Not that big," he told her. It wasn't, not really. It would probably heal on it's own if it was cleaned consistently enough. He supposed she was lucky in that respect at least.

John was hardly aware of her observation of him. He only nodded when she thanked him again, discarding the remainders of his shirt before speaking again. "Don't worry about it," he told her. Gratitude always made him a little uncomfortable. Besides he had only did what he figured had been the right thing to do. Anyone sensible would have done the same thing. None of it merited any real gratitude in his opinion. She was sitting up now and she looked a little more comfortable than she had several moments earlier. John spun the silver necklace around so that the crucifix rested against his chest. He knew it was the only reminder he had left of his mother but he rarely thought of it. The memories were too painful, but for some reason he could never quite get rid of the small gift she had given him. Perhaps a part of him was sentimental.

"Not long," he responded when she asked him how long he had been camping in the spot. "Not really. It's a little closed off. If a walker stumbled into the woods it'd be less likely to come in this direction and even if they did, this place is small...the bushes make it hard to walk into." he informed her. "What about you? Did you get lost on the way to the mall or something?" he asked with a little amusement. This wasn't a setting that she really fitted into in his opinion but surprisingly enough he didn't mind her company. Under normal circumstances, he would have been unhappy with the disturbance but something about her put him in a better disposition than usual.
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teddy did wonder what happened to create this mess. was it mad cow disease that set it of? did someone take that last fatal bite out of a beef burger and it turned him into a zombie? or was it a virus like in those movies? what about the dead actually rising from the graves because the earth molecules changed and those turn humans into one of them too? teddy did have a over imaginative imagination but with the nightmares she suffered from this whole disaster, it's no wonder she could think of hundred and one reasons how something like this could have happened. but the truth is, no one knew. it just happened, practically over night. was the whole world affected or just america? and if not, why was no one there to help them? and if it was the whole world, eventually everyone would be doomed to a life as a walker. because you can't run forever and teddy knew that. there was only so long that you can live with limited amount of food and water and when it's all gone you're screwed. but hopefully that would still be a very long time away and hopefully by then the walkers might have dropped dead on their own. perhaps if that was ever to happen, things could start to go back to as normal as they possibly could.
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he confirmed that it hurt worse than it looked. for some odd reason, she was hanging onto his every word. why, she wasn't so sure but she guessed it was simply because she felt safe with him after he practically saved her from death by gunshot. but she wasn't out of the deep water yet and only the next hours will really tell if she lost too much blood to live or if she will be fine. she just smiled at him when he said that her name just suited her. finally someone who doesn't have an actual reason for saying that teddy was a good name for her and when he said that the wound wasn't that big, she felt a little relieved. but she was yet to see it to make judgement on it herself. her eyes flashed to his pendant around his neck as he grabbed for it. it was just a simply cross, but pretty. you don't see things like that anymore these days. people have either lost all jewellery that they once had or thieves had gotten hold of them in hopes to use them if the world ever went back to normal and there was such as thing as currency. in her haste to get away with the group that picked her up in texas, she had pretty much left everything behind except the few things that she still had now. back then it didn't dawn on her that the world had ended and that anything sentimental to remind her of her diseased mother would be lost forever if she left it. not that it mattered being sad over it now though. texas was far far away and if she did ever get back, no doubt would her house have been raided. "nice cross." simple things were nicer. she never understood what was so nice in pieces of jewlery that were embedded with diamonds and other fancy stuff.
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he said he hadn't been here long and then listened to his reasoning for choosing to live in woods instead of finding a safe house somewhere. he did have a point with it being more safe. in the house she shared with torrance and annabelle, walkers would often bang on the doors for hours trying to get in. "fair point. guess it's safer than staying in a house with only wooden boards to keep the walkers out" it did dawn on her on more than one occasion that it wasn't safe. the door was held shut by boards since there was no key and all the windows were boarded shut to stop any of them climbing through the windows. it wasn't exactly the definition of safe but it had been good so far. she rolled her eyes at him. the mall? really? "i wish. could do with a good shopping trip to get my mind of things" she chuckled. though as much as she looked like the typical girly girl who would probably have a full wardrobe full of clothes, teddy was never that privileged in recent years due to lack of money and time. "i was avoiding a group of walkers and the woodland was the quickest way back to the safe house without getting into to much trouble. got shot just on the outskirts. guess someone thought of me as one of them. so much for safe and quick, eh?" but that was just her luck. maybe she would have gotten back to tor and frenchie quicker and uninjured if she just sneaked past the walkers that blocked the way to her destination.


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John looked down at necklace when she mentioned it. Amber orbs glanced up seconds later. "It's nothing," he said simply. But it was more than that...it meant a lot more than that but John didn't know her and well, it was hardly worth discussing. He reached for his bag, unzipping as she spoke. Pulling out the spare t-shirt he'd mentioned having earlier, he slipped it on before securing and casting the bag aside. "It is," he answered, matter of factly. He had never thought to stay in one location. Houses and the like weren't exactly safe. Too many entrances...and even in a place like his apartment in Mississippi there was only one real way in and out and the door would give once 100 or more walkers pressed against it. Then he'd be fucked.

"Is that the kind of place you're staying in?" he asked her. If it was, he wondered what had prompted her to wander out from it. Perhaps in search of food, water or other supplies. That was what it was really about these days...the bare neccesities. He smiled at her mention of truly wanting to take a shopping trip in order to avoid the reality they now lived in. It was a geniune smile, and although he didn't realize it, he hadn't really smiled in a long while. "I wish I could have a drink to get my mind off things, but I don't think that'd be a good idea," he replied. "But hell, if you live maybe we'll go find a mall anyhow, where you can pick out a pretty dress or something," he offered with some amusement in his tone.

It was unfortunate, but likely that someone would mistake her for a walker. In fact, he was surprised the same hadn't happened to him already. Although, he really didn't think there was any point in shooting a walker that was no where near him anyhow. That would do more harm than good, as it did in her case. "Yeah well, lucky for you I'm a sucker for strangers who happen to be bleeding to death," he said sarcastically. Although she really might have been lucky for his presence, it would be a shame if she'd passed out and had become a dainty meal for a walker or two instead.
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she thought back to her old life, the one with her family. before her father murdered her mother. before the abuse. before her father lost his hand and his job. life was perfect back then. they were all happy. the perfect little family of mother, father and daughter. but it's funny how quickly things could change. one moment everything was fine and the next life how you knew it is over. she went to school on that morning, came home and her father had lost his hand and his job both in the same hour. she didn't know that you were allowed to fire people that have been injured while on the job but apparently this factory owner didn't like the fact that loosing his hand in the heavy machine meant ruining about hundred batched of food. and while she thought that was the life now. her mother working, her father staying at home and teddy going to school through the day and work in the evening, life changed once again when her father killed her mother in a drunken rage. of course, there was the abuse both teddy and her mother suffered from but that was something that she grew used to. it almost became the norm. and then here she is. life changed for her once again. the end of the world. zombie apocalypse. it is safe to say that teddy is sick of changes now.
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teddy just nodded her when he said it was nothing. the way he twisted it previously which drew her attention to it made her believe that it was something which he wasn't admitting too. of course teddy wasn't going to rat him out on it. they didn't know each other. she didn't want to make him talk about things to personal if that necklace did infact mean something important to him. so she just said nothing and watched him reach back into his bag to get out another t-shirt. and then he agreed with how it is safer living in the woods than in a house. but teddy didn't mind. granted, all night long walkers would band on every door and window if they knew someone was in there but they had cold running water, a roof over their heads, beds and comfortable seats to sit on. plus with the three of them it was never boring especially with frenchies constant talking in her thick french accent. teddy had grown used to it by now and the same goes to torrance. "yeah with two other girls i met. we do have walkers knocking on all the windows and doors all night long but i guess its a sacrifice you have to make for a roof over yer head and a bed to sleep in" the bed made everything worth it. comfort beyond belief.
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alcohol. yeah, that was something teddy had no experience in what so ever. that and many other things. she is seventeen afterall, almost eighteen but her mother never let her drink and she never found the right to even try it with all of this happening. and it wouldn't be a good idea. not if you are on your own or a whole group of you were drunk. slower reactions is one result. and then there was seeing the funny side of things when in reality they really aren't that funny. teddy could just imagine a walker running up to someone who is drunk and they would just stand there pointing a finger and laughing at them. yep. alcohol in this day and age is a disaster waiting to happen. "never tried alcohol. don't think i will be able to with how everything is now." she chuckled. and while she winced slightly after with the main that suddenly shot through her side she was still smiling. "i'll hold you to that. might in return watch your back for a while while you have a drink to too" she wouldn't actually mind doing that at all. out here there was less of a chance of a walker running into them anyway if he decides to have a drink. but a trip to the mall would be nice. do something normal for once. "i would need someone to tell me the dress looks nice. torrance isn't that sort of girl and frenchie, well shes to french to under stand. those are the girls i stay with by the way" it was no good just naming names when the other person had no idea who they are.
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she guessed it really was lucky for her that she managed to bump into him when she did. she had no idea how long she would have been able to continue walking before she collapsed all on her own. he truly had no idea how grateful she is that he had been there and took her back to his little camp. "it really was luck that i bumped into you like that. no idea how long i would have managed to keep going before i collapsed somewhere else." so okay, perhaps she had been fighting to stay concious for about five minuted before she bumped into john. and when she did that is when she let herself go and pass out. but it would have only been a matter of minuted though. perhaps today really is a lucky day for her.
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