#The survivors

[warpfactor9]

this goddamned looney tunes series of events. i love this show

[thatstoomanysausages]

Cleo and Grian, two of the very few people that haven’t been the boogeyman, ever, were two of the four people who didn’t get infected by the boogeymen in session 7??? Along with Scott, who has been boogeyman before, but refused to act upon the bloodlust???? And this series isn’t scripted????

Can you hear my brain exploding??? BECAUSE I CAN‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

(I’m not this smart and original, I didn’t come up with this realisation, I’m just stating it again)

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The Survivors of Round 6

Here’s the lucky few that have made it to the semifinals!

Hanoi Rocks

Guns N’Roses

Queen

Depeche Mode

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Me when the tea is good and the house is nice:

[spockvarietyhour]

Star Trek: The Next Generation "The Survivors"

[smilingaspera]

Wait the first doctor doesn’t know about the Daleks?? Doesn’t recognize Skaro, doesn’t utterly panics at the sight of a Dalek… I thought he grew up knowing about them! With all that « mortal ennemi races » and everything, I thought he would at least have heard about them.

[pocoslip]

Inferno was about to go on Another Wrecker Mission but Red Alert, alwasy gets worried, didn't want him to Leave again

(Is "Survivors" seriously supposed to be a New Team Name for Both the Autobots and Decepticons that Survived??????)

[nonbinary-beast]

I got thoughts about Nimdok and how he might be related to how AM is keeping the survivors alive.

Frankly, I don't think the five survivors were the first people AM kept in captivity. When it had enacted nuclear mutually assured destruction, likely it had already managed to get a group down inside it before. Perhaps these people were part of the military program that AM was designed for; generals, a few politicians, programmers and technicians. Just some happy accidents that managed to get sealed in when AM had first woke up and decided to kill everyone.

Or maybe this occurred before it decided to nuke the planet.

This group was AM's test group- they were the first to know the computer's torments, they likely were the first ones that led AM to figure out it was not satisfied with just killing humans. They also were the ones it probably tested its immortality methods on.

One by one the group succumbed to AM's testing most likely, either dying from incompatibility to whatever concoction the computer came up with to try and make an immortal human or being pushed too far by AM's torture methods and dying from them regardless of whether the serum worked. It's methods to keep this group from rising against it likely were more crude, no brain alterations or twisting of the body.

AM probably kept them in a chamber (or several) from which there was no way to access its computer banks or sabotage it in other ways. It may have even kept them in separate chambers or separate parts of the complex so they were always alone and could not plan, always routing them in a maze to keep them guessing which part of the complex they could be in and away from any vital systems.

This is where Nimdok comes in.

Nimdok, going by this idea, is the very last survivor of the test group. It's the reason why no one (including him) knows his name or where he comes from. It's why he cannot remember anything. As a final act of its experimenting, AM probably wiped Nimdok's memory and renamed him before lumping him in with the other four- all part of building its god complex. A god does not experiment, it does not make mistakes, it is omnipotent and omniscient. Having an individual that would undermine all that by telling the survivors that there had been others before them, and they were used to allow AM to hone its most basic skills, would be an insult to its pride- and possibly instill the idea that the machine is not as perfect as it appears to be.

Also having an individual among this group that essentially is a living cheat sheet to what AM has up its sleeve probably would be less "fun" for it too.

[antonomasia09]

[fandomficsnstuff]

Keeping Up Appearances

(Warnings: Angst, angst and more angst with a tiny tiny hint at fluff at the end, otherwise it’s just a bit angsty I think)

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Daisy was quiet as she stood in front of the closed gate, arms crossed over her chest, her heart racing but she kept a calm expression on her face, if not a little bit serious. Her brows were slightly furrowed as she just stared at those gates. Out of everyone, Rosita was the one to come get her, slowly walking towards her, studying her before sighing, moving to stand next to her, staring at the gate as well. “What you did, just then… we all get it-”

“They don’t. They’ve been behind here the entire time. They’ve been safe. They’ve been comfortable. They’ve been fed… don’t you get that? They’ve had showers and running water and fresh food that’s not from cans. They’ve had walls, gates, weapons and safety. They’ve slept in comfortable beds, done yardwork, planted flowers, taken strolls through their little parks, they haven’t been scared one second of their lives. Not once!” there was a long silence, a very long one, before Rosita finally looked at her, a sad look in her eyes “you know… we all lost something, back at the fire truck when we were trying to get Eugene to Washington… but none of us lost as much as you did” she admitted quietly, Daisy turning to look at her, her eyes a little wide, jaw clenched and Rosita could just see the fresh tears in them. “It’s okay to be scared of this-”

“They’ve taken our weapons and now they’re splitting us up in two houses. This is exactly like Terminus. We get nice and comfortable and think that everything is okay and fine and we lower our weapons and they have a nice barbecue to welcome us but the minute we look away they’ll throw us in some dark, lonely, solitary, horrible container and wait for them to get hungry so they can eat us” she whispered hastily with what appeared to be anger, but Rosita recognized it as fear. Pure fear. “They’ll kill us. They’ll kill us and you’re all just welcoming it with open arms. Out there is better than dead” she snapped and looked back at the gates, Rosita studying her. Were it anyone else, she would tell them to stop. To just-... stop. But she didn’t. Not with her. Not with what she lost after Eugene’s lie. “It won’t happen-”

“Of course it will-!”

“Because we’ll be prepared. Even at Terminus, we were prepared-”

“And what did that do? Hm? They still took uncle Daryl, Rick and Glenn, they still took Bob. They got the upper hand on us, weakened us! Carol is the reason why any of us are alive!” she whispered harshly, still staring at the gate as though it’d open and offer up the chance of escape to her and her family that she hoped for. “I’m going to say something, and you’re going to listen; We all lost something after trying to get to Washington. All of us. But you... you lost everything. You lost your entire purpose. Your reason for staying alive. You lost your belief that there was a reason for everything and for what happened to you. You lost everything. Which is why I’m not going to tell you to suck it up. You’re scared and you’re still a kid. It’s okay to be scared and it’s okay to admit it. I’m scared, we’re all scared, Daisy. So take as long as you need, because we’re right there with you…”

“I don’t even know why I care anymore…” she replied just as Rosita was about to walk away, Rosita walking back over, a small frown on her face “I’m just as useless as everyone else. I’m of no use anymore… there’s no Washington… there’s no cure… there’s nothing…” she muttered, Rosita sighing heavily, studying her “I don’t have an answer for that, only you do and you have to find that. You lost your reason. Now go and find another one” she stated softly before walking off for good, Daisy still just staring at the gate, her lower lip starting to tremble as she felt her heart race even more, the fear slowly, finally, taking over, forcing the mask of strength to slip and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep her face as stoic as possible as she just stared. She just stared. Stared at that fucking gate like it was the reason for the world ending.

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Daisy was silent as she picked at the blanket she was sitting on, leaning against the wall with a dead look in her eyes, much worse than while they were on the road, after Eugene’s lie and Beth. Maggie sighed softly as she sat down on the floor next to Daisy, studying her before sighing “how you doin’?”

“Fine.”

“You know, I never got that. I never got how a single word could describe how someone’s feelin’” she stated softly, Daisy just shrugging ever so slightly “I’m okay” she muttered, Maggie smiling a little at her “no, you’re not” Maggie observed softly, smiling down at her when Daisy looked up at her. “Gotta be” she muttered, looking down, continuing to fiddle with the blanket and Maggie sighed “not always…” Maggie said softly, Daisy just keeping her gaze down “it’s alright to not be alright” she reminded her and Daisy halted, hesitating in her fiddling with the blanket before shrugging “maybe… but I can’t… they’re going to hurt us… I know you don’t see it but they will, they’ll hurt us” Daisy mumbled, still not meeting Maggie’s gaze and Maggie sighed softly “Daisy-”

“It’s okay… I’ll keep watch tonight” she stated softly, getting up from where she was sitting, about to sit by a window when there was a knock on the door, Daisy’s head whipping around and locking on it before moving to stand next to where Carl was sitting, her gaze moving to her uncle before looking at the crib he stood by as Deanna spoke to Rick. Judith began to cry a little and Daisy turned, walking over and gently taking the girl, shushing her quietly as she bounced her a little in her arms, Carl unable to tear his eyes from her, smiling ever so slightly at the sight even though he wasn’t even aware of it. “I’m closing in on Sasha. And I’m just trying to figure out Mr. Dixon and his niece, but I will” the second the names came up, Daisy looked away from Judith to look at Deanna, a frown forming on her brows. “Daisy? What about Carl?” Rick asked softly, Deanna shrugging lightly “I think Miss. Marston, out of the two of them, would be the one to need a job already now the most, just a small one to start” Deanna stated softly and Daisy frowned at her, glancing at Carl, Daryl and then Rick before looking back at Deanna who gave her a final smile before going back to talk with Rick, Daisy studying her a while longer before focusing on Judith again, smiling a little at her.

As the night went on, Daryl had convinced Daisy to sleep instead of keeping watch, even though she claimed to be wide awake and okay, and now she was laying next to Carl, mouth a little open as she slept, completely in another world, thoroughly knocked out and asleep, as though someone had either taken a brass mallet to her head or doped her with several tons of sleeping pills.

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Daisy was sharpening the arrows that no one had dared taking from her when a boy walked over, wearing a sweatshirt with something under it, probably a shirt or t-shirt. His hands was in his back pockets and she only looked up when he blocked the sun, the front of his shoes in front of her and she slowly raised her head to look up at him, raising a single brow as he smiled awkwardly at her, stretching out his hand “hi, I’m Mikey. You’re with those from outside, right?” he asked, Daisy studying his hand, for some reason remembering Patrick who thanked her for the deer she bagged the day before, shaking her hand as a display of gratitude, she remembered that... “So… what’s your name?” he asked awkwardly, lowering his hand when she didn’t shake it, Daisy studying him before looking back down at her arrow, continuing to sharpen the tip, lifting it up to inspect it before moving on to the next one, not saying a single word. “So… you’re, like… an archer, right? Can I see your bow?” he asked, already reaching for it and in the blink of an eye he had an arrow close to his throat, the tip barely poking the skin and flesh. “Don’t touch things that aren’t yours” she muttered annoyed, moving the bow away from him before finally removing the arrow tip from his throat and he nodded awkwardly, clearing his throat a little “right, sorry. I, uh… s-so, what’s your name?” he asked again, watching her as she sighed heavily, stopped sharpening her arrow tip to look up at him with annoyance “Delilah” she finally relented before going back to sharpening the arrow tips, Mikey nodding awkwardly.

“Delilah? That’s a pretty name-”

“I hate it” she stated flatly, moving on to the next arrow when she was finished with the one she was working on, Mikey nodding again, just as awkwardly as all the other times before “right, sorry, uhm… so… do you like it here? I can show you around a little, if you want to, I don’t mind, I don’t have school until later” he stated casually and this caught Daisy’s attention, lifting her head, her eyes locking with his as she frowned “school?”

“Yeah. The little kids go in the morning and then later in the afternoon we go. It’s not like a real school, I mean. It’s in a garage, so-”

“You have time for school?” she asked with raised brows of shock, Mikey nodding as he shrugged “yeah, I mean, education and all that. You’ll probably go there too, right?” he asked and she cringed, studying him before scoffing, looking back down at her arrows as she resumed her work. Mikey studied her a little longer before nodding “so, how about I show you around?”

“How about you drop that sweater?” she retorted without even thinking, Mikey staring at her with slight shock, looking down at himself before hesitantly taking it off, Daisy looking up at him with confusion as he actually took off the sweater, Daisy studying him closely in his t-shirt before sighing heavily “you won’t accept no for an answer, will you?” she asked rhetorically, Mikey smiling a little “not really, no” he stated and she studied him before sighing, shaking her head a little as she thought it over. “Do you have anything to hunt here? Birds? Rabbits? Rats?”

“Rats??”

“Yeah, rats. Are you deaf or something?”

“N-No no, it’s just-... I mean… we have apple trees?” he offered nervously, Daisy studying him before getting up, glaring lightly at him “if you try anything, I’ll kill you. I don’t need a weapon to rip open your throat” she threatened lightly, frowning when Mikey oddly enough smiled a little. He nodded before gesturing down the road, Daisy hesitating following after taking her bow and gathering her arrows, putting the home-made quiver over her head and shoulder before following Mikey, looking around, assessing every single thing they came by, from the pond to the trees to the walls, not that she could help it, it was an instinct by now, making sure she knew every angle, just in case something happened. “You’re safe here, you know-”

“Nowhere’s safe” she replied casually as she looked around. “It is here… a-anyway I think there-... might be some birds or something-”

“It’s okay, we’ll find something.”

“But-... you don’t have to, we have lots of food and apples a-and all kinds of things” Mikey tried, Daisy frowning at him as though his offer was insane before looking ahead, studying the apple trees as they came into view “these are the apple trees?” she asked, stepping closer while Mikey stopped and watched her as she walked around one of the trees with a small frown. “Yeah. I mean-... last year they didn’t really give us anything, which was confusing because the year before that it was, like, a lot of apples…”

“It’s normal” she replied calmly, reaching up and gently turning one of the apples on a branch, moving on to another one, then another one, and then another one, until one easily fell into the palm of her hand with barely a touch, a small smile on her lips as she looked at the apple.

“You have a really pretty smile, you know” Mikey suddenly stated and Daisy looked at him with a frown as she instantly stopped smiling, studying him before stuffing the apple into the pocket of her jacket, walking towards him and back to the house, Mikey catching up quickly “sorry, sorry, I just-... you do, you know? Y-You have a really pretty smile a-and your hair is really pretty and I know you might not like it but I-I think your name is really pretty, too” he kept babbling, even as she sped up a little, following her all the way to the house, stopping at the steps to the porch as she turned around to face him, frowning at him, studying him. He thought for sure she was going to kill him. She looked like she was going to kill him. She looked like she was about to murder him brutally and then casually eat her apple while sitting next to his mutilated corpse. And then he saw it. Her cheeks, under all of that dirt and grime, they were pink. She was blushing.

Suddenly she spun around and walked back inside the house after hastily grabbing her things, Mikey smirking a little, looking at the door a while longer before wandering off, picking up his sweater that he took off before he showed her where the apples were, fiddling with the knitted threads as he had an almost cocky smile on his lips.

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Daisy hadn’t even noticed that he was there as she walked in, her eyes fixated on the windows, a part of her wondering how to best fortify them. “Hey” she jumped a little at the voice, turning around to see Carl just laying on the giant bed, Daisy smiling a little before looking back out the window, briefly, turning back to look at him “sorry, didn’t realize you picked this room.”

“I haven’t. I mean, not really. You can have it if you want-”

“No, no it’s-... too big” she admitted nervously, looking around the large room, Carl studying her, noticing the new shade that still lingered on her cheeks “hey, are you okay?”

“Hm? Yeah. Why?”

“Your cheeks are all pink and flushed” he sat up, frowning at her with worry and she subconsciously reached up her hands, cupping her cheeks, feeling their warmth before removing her hands, shrugging “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, there was just this other kid…”

“Who?”

“I don’t know, he said his name was Mikey” she admitted, walking over and kicking off her heavy boots, getting onto the bed, sitting so she could face him, both of her legs on the bed. “Mikey?”

“You know him?”

“Yeah, sort of. I played video games with him and Ron.”

“Who’s Ron?”

“I’m not sure. I just know that he lives a few houses down” Carl admitted, Daisy nodding casually, looking around the room as she sat there. “But-... why were your cheeks flushed?” his question made her stomach feel… strange… for some reason, her brows furrowing as she shrugged, moving to lay down on the bed with her legs over the side, staring up at the ceiling and Carl followed suit, laying down next to her. “I don’t know. He called me pretty a lot” she stated with amusement, as though it was the most outrageous thing in the world, Carl frowning at her, turning his head to study her “why’re you laughing?”

“Because he called me pretty, it’s stupid” she managed to get through a new fit of laughter, yet Carl just frowned even more. “Why? You are pretty” he pointed out casually and her smile faded, turning her head to look at him as well and she frowned a little, studying him closely, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. Then she suddenly grinned and laughed, gently and playfully pushing his shoulder before looking back up at the ceiling “liar” she stated with utter amusement, Carl just studying her, taking in her smile, the way the corners of her eyes crinkle when she laughed and her lips parting in a wide grin. “Hey, guess what I got” she stated and leaned up on one elbow, digging out the apple from her pocket, showing it to Carl before laying back down. Carl propped himself up on his elbow as he looked at the apple with amusement, looking back at her “an apple?”

“I took it when Mikey showed me where the apple trees were… can you believe he just let me?!” she asked with outrage and a large grin, laughing with amusement “he just let me take it! They must have a lot of food” she stated with a smile, her laughter fading as she just stared up at the ceiling, Carl studying her before laying down as well, the apple still in his hands “I don’t think we have to worry about that here” he muttered and she turned her head to look at him with a frown, thinking. “Maybe not… but they’re still weak” she stated softly, looking back up at the ceiling and Carl nodded, mostly to himself. “Yeah…”

“I don’t want us to get weak, too…”

“Me neither… and we won’t. We won’t get weak” he stated softly and she turned to look at him, Carl doing the same thing as they looked at each other. “I’m scared…” she whispered after a long, long while, the two of them having just stared at each other. Carl nodded softly, sighing ever so slightly “me too…” he whispered back and she nodded, tears forming in her eyes, her brows furrowing and she kept her gaze locked with his a while longer before turning her head to look at the ceiling, a tear rolling down the side of her face, dripping onto the blanket she was laying on while she still stared at the ceiling. “Do you think I’ll turn into one of them if I’m bit?” she asked hesitantly, Carl continuing to study her, as he had continued to do even after she looked back up at the ceiling “I don’t know, but-... you don’t have to worry about it anymore” he stated softly, letting go of the apple with one hand, taking taking her hand into his own, giving it a gentle squeeze and she turned to look at him, giving him a weak smile as she squeezed his hand as well, Carl returning her smile.

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Daryl winced a little as something on his crossbow cut him, Daisy glancing briefly at him before looking towards the door as Carol walked out, Daisy’s brows almost reaching her chin with how deeply she frowned, eyes a little wide. “Time to punch the clock and make the casseroles.”

“What?” Daryl and Daisy said in unison, the two sharing a quick glance before looking back at Carol “make dinner for the older people, moms who need a break, people who can’t cook. Get to meet a lot of the neighbors that way” she explained and Daryl scoffed lightly, going back to his crossbow “alright” he muttered, Daisy studying Carol a while longer before going back to her bow, making sure everything was as it should be, looking out for any signs of damage or tear. “Have you taken a shower yet? Either of you?” she suddenly asked and Daisy looked at her with confusion, glancing at Daryl who nodded, making her scoff “he hasn’t” she revealed, Daryl glaring lighty at her while she kept fixing her bowstring. “Take a shower, both of you, and I’m gonna wash that vest and that shirt” she gestured to Daisy when she mentioned the shirt, Daisy stopping everything to look down at it. Sure, it was worn, dirty, had some blood on it, both her own and walker blood. It maybe had a few holes at the end of the sleeves and a patch sewn over a hole in the shirt just above her left shoulder, but so did her pants. It had countless patches, even some duct tape to hold it in place.

“We need to keep up appearances, even you two” Carol continued as she walked down the steps from the porch “hey, I ain’t startin’ now” Daryl pointed out, Daisy scoffing quietly “me neither” she added loudly enough so that Carol could hear her. “I’m gonna hose you down in your sleep!” Carol commented, Daisy laughing a little at the idea until Carol added something “you too, Daisy!” she added as she went down the street, Daryl scoffing as he watched her walk away while Daisy’s smile and amusement was completely gone at the threat. “You look ridiculous!” Daryl called out after her, turning to look at Daisy who looked right back at him “I’m not taking a shower just because they don’t like how I look” she stated calmly but firmly, Daryl nodding before going back to his crossbow “me neither” he mumbled, the two of them going back to what they were doing before mamma bear Carol decided to threaten them with hosing them down in their sleep. All for a shower, a dirty vest and an old shirt.

[filmjunky-99]

r e m e m b e r i n g

John Anderson

20 October 1922 – 7 August 1992

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[pic: anderson as kevin uxbridge, the survivors, tng]

[warpfactor9]

oh so he needs trinkets immediately. he needs little mechanical shelf clutter in his quarters as soon as possible.

[gameraboy2]

The Survivors by Clyde Caldwell, 2002

[the-hottest-band-tournament]

The Finalists!

Guns N’Roses

Queen

[bigheartedbibliophile]

The Survivors by Jane Harper

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Summary: 🤯☠👀

Read: February 2021

“Kieran Elliott's life changed forever on the day a reckless mistake led to devastating consequences. The guilt that still haunts him resurfaces during a visit with his young family to the small coastal community he once called home. Kieran's parents are struggling in a town where fortunes are forged by the sea. Between them all is his absent brother, Finn. When a body is discovered on the beach, long-held secrets threaten to emerge. A sunken wreck, a missing girl, and questions that have never washed away...”

I love thrillers and mysteries, and this was no exception. From the very beginning, you wonder what happened and why Kieran left his hometown in the first place. In the end, you are left absolutely breathless and in shock. I could not put this book down; I needed to know what happened!