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something seemed different about today; sam didn’t know why, but the air was just a little bit lighter, and her mind was a little bit clearer. it was one of those feelings when you wake up and you know you’re gonna have a good day. little did she know, she would be perfectly right. however most of the morning was spent as usual, with rations, doing the same old sorting and portioning they always did. one would think she’d tire of this job by now, but she loved the people she worked with; she’d been by some of their sides for five years. they were family. towards the end of her shit, sam heard rumblings about a new group who’d found their way to life after, and the excitement in everyone’s tone had sam curious as to who these people were. but she was tired; she knew they’d still be there in the next few hours, and a nap would be sufficient. besides; she wanted to put her best face forward for the newbies, and bags under her eyes didn’t send a very warm messages. she got in a couple hours of sleep before a knock came to her door. she was off-duty; who could that be? she figured maybe it was a friend stopping by for a chat, so she didn’t think much of it when she yelled out that she’d be there in just a second, as she changed from her pajamas into some decent looking clothing. scrambling, she found her way to the door, opening it with a warm smile. then she saw HIM.

was she dreaming? she had to be. had to. after all, she did just lie down for a nap, perhaps this was all just part of her mind. but no, he was so real. it was him – it was her husband. she thought all of this in just a split second, and her eyes grew wide as tears flooded the inside of them. “jackson?” that’s all she could muster up, but all she really wanted to do was hug him. be held by him again, even if this were just a dream. 

sucking in a deep breathe of the crisp air, the thought of being apart of something big, something with genuine promise, caused a wave of relief to wash over him for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime. this was a fresh start, new beginnings, something he could definitely build on. the gears in his head turning came to a halt as soon as he heard the door creak open, the faint smile framing his lips growing to split at the seam, cracking open a bit to reveal a glint of his teeth in a lopsided smile. yet, as he turned to face whom he was told worked in rations, that smile immediately dropped from his face, and he swore he almost felt his knees buckle a little. there she stood, the only one who’d ever had a real hold around his heart and soul. she’d been his everything, his FOREVER. all this time, jackson honestly thought he’d lost her. all this time ...

lips parted, ready to speak, but nothing come out. the bag he’d been grasping the strap of was carelessly dropped to his feet, unconcerned with anything other than her, in that moment. eyes never once left her face as he carefully took a step forward, greedily taking in every little detail to make sure she was still the samantha he remembered her to be — his wife — and she was, there was hardly any difference in comparison of his memory. without any further agonizingly painful hesitation he’d displayed only seconds prior, jackson immediately scooped her up from the ground ( much thanks to his height ) as strong arms wrapped around her waist in a tight embrace. “—sam.” he finally choked out through the lump he hadn’t even realized was forming in his throat. it hardly seemed long enough before he was releasing her from his grasp just so he could pull back a bit to get a good look at her again, this time large, calloused hands raising to cup her face, fingers lightly grazing her skin. “i thought you were— shit...” it was his turn then, the familiar sting prickling his eyes as they welled up a bit, but letting a couple tears escape was the least of his worries. “i can’t believe you’re here. it’s you, you’re— you’re alive.”

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“—uh, WELL,” dark brows quickly shot up in reaction to the hostility, creases in his forehead sinking a bit deeper before he gave a small shake of his head and deliberately cleared his throat, “i dunno you, so i can’t really squawk about your glory days just yet — sorry for the let down — but i was just hoping you could point me toward the general vicinity of the showers?” the first day, so far, had been an interesting one, full of faces, names and places to remember that jackson shamefully wouldn’t for the first few days or so, at least, and now it seemed he’d already upset someone by ... how? the confusion was carefully masked by a hopeful gaze, green orbs fixed on the woman as he offered a small smile as a means of showing he meant nothing but peace of his presence. “duly noted, though, that even if i do catch wind of your time before here, i won’t ask.”

               “do you not have a place to be?” snapped the usual quiet woman at the person across from her, who finally realized the hints and rush off in the other direction. it seemed as though it was yesterday when she was dragged into the compound, almost dead from dehydration and malnutrition. she had looked so fragile and sick, unable to walk on her own until a few days after being fed constantly and drinking so much water her bladder almost exploded. it was clear to almost everyone around the compound that she had been on her own out there, and it was the only topic people thought was suit when trying to talk to her. looking up to find another making their way over, she clenched her fists tightly under the table. “if you’re here to talk about my glorious days before being here, then please, just fuck off now.”

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a light huff of air was released, which may have come across as amusement but it was more tangled in disbelief and astonishment to the fact that there were children living here, where they could live a close to normal life as they possibly could given the circumstances. “sorry, yeah— ‘course you can,” a few simple nods of his head followed as jackson reached around into the bag he’d kept slung over his shoulder, tugging out a shirt from the few that weren’t completely ruined and holding it out for the other to take. “still getting used to the reality of kids being here, y’know? having them around makes for a very different ... atmosphere, compared to—” he cut himself off, the natural hint of a smile dropping from his lips for a brief moment before a small smirk was offered in its place, another soft huff of air releasing. “you alright, though? nothing too major?”

      he was exhausted, covered in mucky blood, and his shirt was ripped. noah knew he needed a shower but right now he needed to tend to the gash on his arm. he stupidly got cut on the fence while killing a vicious clicker, it wasn’t really his fault but he felt stupid for even letting the damn thing get that close to him. “i just can’t go home like this, you know? it’ll scare the kids.” he explained looking down at the ruined shirt, “if i could just barrow a shirt? i swear i’ll return it.”

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a worn out strap slung over one of his shoulders, holding an even more raggedy-appearing bag to his back as green irises again scooped out his surroundings. it was like waltzing into a DREAM, honestly, how well constructed everything was in this newfound community; life after. jackson hardly even had time to get a full tour of the place before he’d been directed to his first important pitstop — rations. restoring his energy had been the first thing on his mind before becoming the furthest once he was lead inside, welcomed by an overwhelming amount of people who had been thriving all this time. in all of his awestruck excitement, long legs carried him a bit more quickly than expected to his destination, standing at the foot of the door in what seemed like record timing. or what he could assume would be record timing. nonetheless, he lifted a loosely clenched fist, rapping his bruised, split knuckles against the sturdy wood and then stood in wait, though his eyes soon wandered once again to take in the scenery.

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( MAX IRONS, 29, HE/HIM. ) ✘ oh, them? that’s just JACKSON PRESCOTT. i believe they’re working as an ELECTRICIAN at Life After, and have been with the compound HARDLY A DAY. you didn’t hear this from me but i hear they can be pretty CREDULOUS and IMPULSIVE. but their friends would beg to differ, saying they are MAGNANIMOUS and INNOVATIVE. i wouldn’t be so sure, though, i’ll just have to see for myself.

THE LIFE & TIMES OF JACK PRESCOTT

our little lad here was born middle child to an older brother and sister, and two younger sisters; twins. though they weren't living the easy-breezy lifestyle ( both parents working relentlessly to keep their family fed, clothed and sheltered ), they were all happy and thankful bc ~~hella cliche~~ they had each other.

when news first spread of the virus, jack was just at the cusp of his twelfth birthday. with there being quite an age difference between himself and his two older siblings, they had already flown the prescott coop to begin a new chapter of their lives, thus resulting in the family eventually losing contact with the older prescott sibs as the virus worsened, spreading rapidly. they were(are) presumably dead.

with the three remaining siblings in tow, his parents gathered them together with the family one house over, jack and his siblings having practically been raised alongside the kids next door. packing up what they could in the two family vans, they headed out on the road to nowhere in particular, frantically searching for a safe haven away from whatever the hell was happening around them.

fastforward several years and a fifteen year old jack was left travelling with only his mom, one of the twins, the father of the other family and their daughter - the others had been attacked and lost to the creatures the virus controlled. while the remaining lot of them had developed sensible survival tactics, they were growing desperate without a source of water or edible food. it seemed that it was only a matter of time before dehydration or starvation would turn them all, until they fortunately crossed paths with another, more established group.

his small group ran with this other group for the next few years to come, doing his part in making sure they continued to thrive as best as he could bc he honestly didn't have a clue as to how he could ever repay their kindness (since they lit saved his and his fam's lives) in any other way shape or form. it seemed all was as good as it possibly could be in an apocalyptic world, that is until he met her.

sam joined the larger group with a few people of her own, just as he had a few years ago, and jack (being the kindhearted fella he is) welcomed them with open arms. although he did what he could to help with the newcomers settling in, he obviously took a liking to sam immediately, despite her carefully guarded demeanor, and eventually managed to wiggle his way into her heart just as she had so unknowingly yet easily done.

the next six years were spent in (almost) total bliss. with disregards to the fact that the world as they knew it was coming to / had come to an end, jack hadn't felt such an overwhelming swell of happiness since he was a child. overcoming whatever obstacle was thrown at them always seemed possible with her by his side, a fiery purpose reflected in those brown irises of hers every time he locked gaze and he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this girl, however long that would be.

with the aid of their little community, a service was conducted, jack and sam bonded for life with promises that words could hardly translate with true justification from their beating hearts. he honestly believed nothing could separate the two of them, that his last dying breath would be released before he ever let anything or anyone divide them. he was foolish.

infected soon infiltrated their camp, demolishing their safe haven and causing the group to scatter. though jack had caught glimpse of her from afar, the few people surrounding him physically prevented jack from going after her, knowing all too well that there was no way he'd make it through the hoard, and so he ran with them. he lost sam that day.

he was an absolute wreck for days following the traumatic event, the few he'd escaped with all but carrying him from one place to the next, until one of them gave jack a good wake up call. he was needed here, now, with them. there was no going back in time to change what he could to take his wife to safety with him. another loved one lost, but he wouldn't dare let her be lost in vain. so he collected himself as best as he could if only to survive and to help others survive.

five years later, there were three from the community; jack and two others. exhausted, on edge, and barely eating enough to survive, they crossed paths with members from life after. the initial meeting was vigilant, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife, but fortunately it ended with jack and his drifters being welcomed into this sensationally fully-functioning community where he's now just settling in.

THE MAN IN THE MIRROR

alright so personality wise, jack is a lil more roughened around the edges, given the crazy shit (but who isn't amiright lolol). HOWEVER he's still the generous, nurturing lil nerd he's always been, always looking for the good in ppl rather than the danger bc he believes in being humane above all else, especially since a lot of other ppl are just.....out for themselves u feel. he just wants to help ppl and he believes that if kindness is shown more than not, it will be more likely passed around and the goOD OF HUMANITY WILL THRIVE.

he's just a precious pup alright but more....dog now. like a golden retriever?? idfk he's a good dog until u take advantage of his kindness or fuck with his loved ones, then he gets ugly .. BUT LET ME BE CLEAR HERE: that rarely ever happens bc ~~again like a broken record~~ he believes in being good and all that sap.

he's a super workaholic too bc 1) helping others 4ever and 2) keeping himself busy is A+ since he doesn't like and/or want to think abt all the fucked up shit that's gone down. i mean if nobody reminds him to take breaks otherwise, this guy will literally (maybe not so literally) work his hands to the bone if he doesn't pass out from exhaustion first.

BEHIND THE MASK

now onto the part ik y'all have been waitin for.... B) lmao jkjk but heLO i'm cait in the land of mst and i'm SUPER FCKIN STOKED to be here ?? i just can't believe i was so lucky to stumble up on this work of gold and snag a hella wc so, uh, yah!! idk how to end this sdjohfuidgsd but if anyone would like to plot a few things out with my guy here, that would b swell! he's just newly arrived to life after like lit....hasn't even been around a full day yet so i mean we could 100% just go with the flow of things but if there's anything specific u wanna plot out, lemme know my pals xo

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He’s so busy looking inside people to find the good that he misses the knife they’re holding in their hand.

Alexandra Bracken, The Darkest Minds (via wordsnquotes)