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“I think it’s warmer. Didn’t even need to take my coat when I went out the other day.”

“It’s a little cold lately, huh?”

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“I haven’t, no.”

Ugh, fuck me for feeling a little sentimental today.

Have you ever been in love?

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“I’m a big brother and have never once had the urge to clean anything.”

“There is. I only experience it cause I’m a big sister.”

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“Not gonna happen, not really my type of ‘cute’. I’m not doing it on purpose! Where are you going to find that much money anyway?”

“As long as you admit I’m cuter, I’ll agree. Otherwise, we’ve got no deal. And no, it fucking doesn’t matter! I’m just trying to enjoy myself, and you’re ruining the moment.”

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“Didn’t know there was such a thing as being in the mood to clean.”

I think I understand why they call it spring cleaning, it’s the only time that actually puts you in the mood to clean.

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“But I am cute? It’s okay, you can say it, I won’t gloat. Yeah, but, doesn’t the whole thing about money being worthless now take away from that?”

“You’re not that cute, darling. And the point is that there is no point! That’s the luxury, okay? You’re cool ‘cause you can afford to roll around in your money.”

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“Do I sound like I’m trying to be funny?”

“You tryin’ to be funny or somethin’?”

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“What kind of stuff’s on there?”

I see. Fortunately, I don’t. And I don’t think this docking’s previous owner did, either.

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Feral mooched around the ground floor of the house, taking whatever he could and putting it into his bag. To his disappointment, there really wasn’t that much to pick from; most useful supplies like food, medical supplies etc had apparently been cleared out by whoever had been there before. He wondered if the reason the house was locked up was because the owners still actually lived there and just happened to be gone while he and Brooke were there. He decided to venture upstairs and see what Brooke had found, if anything. “Didn’t find that much downstairs, whoever lived here was smart enough to take most of the important shit,” he explained, “There’s a basement too but I haven’t looked in there yet. Find anything?”

She managed to smile at his counter; she had always been fond of people who knew how to return her remarks. Even if she wasn’t particularly fond of the person in general. Though she could say that for the majority of people these days and Feral was more in-between than anything else. He didn’t annoy her but he wasn’t her first, second or even third choice either. She shoved the leather case into her pocket again once she was done, the door sliding open with ease as she waited for any sign of infected coming their way. She couldn’t lie, she wanted there to be at least one that she could jab a knife into. But alas, there wasn’t any, so she looked over at Feral and gave him a nod in response before she made it upstairs.

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Maybe he should be a bit more cautious about an untouched house, but the idea that it could be dangerous had hardly crossed Feral’s mind. Why would he care anyway? Even if there were infected, there couldn’t be that many or they’d be able to hear them from the outside. He wasn’t worried, as long as they could get in and get out, hopefully with some supplies, then there was really no cause for concern.

That said, Feral didn’t usually run with company, it was still strange to him but something he was trying to get used to. Whether he liked it or not, he was going to be surrounded by people as long as he lived in the town, it would be stupid to not at least make an effort. Anyway, Shiloh didn’t seem so bad, being one of his housemates gave her an advantage, as he already knew that she wasn’t very annoying.

Feral continued to circle the house, slightly weary of the bolted door and perfectly kept, ‘uncracked’ windows. “Yeah, I’m not gonna do that,” he said, returning the pointed look. He nodded in agreement and trailed to the back of the house. “I’m always quiet!” Feral retorted, deliberately raising his voice. Feral tried to open the back door, which was locked like the front. “Okay, that’s not happening,” Feral muttered, mostly to himself.

He glanced down and saw there was a window near the ground, likely leading to the basement. “We could try through there,” he suggested, crouching down and tapping on the glass with the handle of his knife. Immediately, a clicker slammed it’s head against the glass from the inside, making Feral jump back in surprise. “You wanna get it?” He asked, turning to Shiloh, “Or just head back?”

Shiloh wouldn’t deny to herself that her interest in her and Feral’s run peaked by about tenfold once she realized that the house Feral had discovered seemed to be largely untouched. Fact of the matter was that rummaging through the remnants of other people’s runs wasn’t an exciting thing to do seeing as anything particularly useful had already been scavenged – so the ultimate goal was to discover an untouched place. 

Untouched places tended to be untouched for a reason, though. A group of survivors didn’t just miss a house – they avoided a house. Houses couldn’t be afford to be missed, but they could, however, be afforded to be avoided, as per the group’s survival. So, safe to say, Shiloh was healthily suspicious of this untouched house. 

“Not from here,” she said with concentration, and studied the front of the house. “Unless you want to make some noise.” She gave Feral a pointed glance, one that strongly suggested making noise wasn’t a good idea. “Let’s go around the back, see if there’s a window or door left unlocked,” she continued, though had by then already started to sneak around the side of the house. For good measure, she threw back, “You don’t need me to tell you to be quiet, right?” with half a playful smile on her lips. 

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“I don’t know, I heard women like Justin Bieber. I heard one of his songs once and I didn’t like it.”

You just got yourself a deal, buddy! And ew, no Justin Bieber. Ever. What is it that you think of me?

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“Is that still a thing? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Is no one else a little fucking sick of this end of the world shit?”

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“You’re more than welcome to try,” Feral retorted, smirking to himself for a moment. Maybe they got on each other’s nerves, but Feral didn’t completely dislike Brooke. Plus, she was generally useful to have around and didn’t bother with things like ‘small talk’. He looked over at the lock pick in her hand and nodded. “That works better,” he said, waiting for Brooke to pick the lock before entering the house. After slowly opening the door, Feral paused and knocked loudly on the interior wall, which would reveal the presence of any infected inside. “All clear,” Feral muttered under his breath, “You wanna check upstairs?”

“Through your butt,” she remarked dryly but with a smirk attached to her lips, only because she managed to amuse herself in the process. It was yet another reason she enjoyed going on runs by herself: no one around to ask stupid, or in this case, obvious questions. She didn’t need to voice that opinion though. Instead she reached for her lock pick set in her back pocket. “Or the door,” Brooke continued, holding up the leather case between her fingers for him to see. “Your choice.”

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“I can climb trees.” Climbing trees was one of the few athletic activities that Feral was actually good at, and willing to do. He stepped away from the window and towards the other runner, who he recognised but couldn’t attach a name to. “Why do you ask?”

Sometimes the runners would leave in a group when they went out on supply runs, but Alyssa often slipped away on her own or found reason to go a separate way. She’d rather be alone when—if—she came across any survivors, not wanting others to hear the questions she had to ask. So when she saw another runner looking through the windows of a house she had been circling, she started to leave, only to be stopped by the sudden question. 

“There’s one. Are you good at climbing trees?”  

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It was often that Feral came across ‘untouched’ houses these days, meaning houses that hadn’t already been cleared out by survivors. So when he happened to stumble upon one during a run, he knew he needed to get inside but also that this was clearly a two person job. Sometimes, working with other runners inconvenienced him but he figured this would be worth the possible irritation.

“You see a way in?” He asked, peering in through a window. Normally, he’d break down windows and doors but experience told him that was only a good method if you wanted to attract infected.

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Feral & 6 fears

Bad Dreams

The dark

Forgetting their faces

Death

Being alone

Open water

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In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it.

Marya Hornbacher (via lsabelas)