- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀsʜᴇs ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥
"When hope seems lost, it's the bonds
we create that keep us going"
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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 - by the relentless march of the undead, Blood and Ashes weaves a tale chara...
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"ɪ'ᴍ sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ғɪʀᴇᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴀᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴛᴏᴡɴ" - taylor swift
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𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 and the echoes of gunshots faded into the night, the survivors of the camp were gathered together in somber silence. The loss of last night had taken a significant toll on everyone.
Andreas younger sister, Amy had been bitten on the neck during the chaos of the camp. This had left Andrea crying softly beside her lifeless sister, bloodstained hands. She hadn't moved all night.
Ed had also been bitten. To most it wasn't a huge loss. Ed was an asshole, it was somewhat obvious about the way that he acted toward his wife, Carol and daughter, Sophia.
The morning sun cast a pale light over the devastated camp, revealing the aftermath of the harrowing ordeal. The once vibrant and bustling community had been reduced to a haunting scene of destruction and despair.
The chapter of their journey was marked by loss, but it would also become a testament to their resilience and unwavering spirit. In the face of the undead and the challenges of this new world, they would stand strong, united in their quest for survival and the pursuit of a future worth fighting for.
Elle sat huddled beside Daryl, seeking solace in his presence amidst the devastating aftermath of the camp's overrun. His presence was familar, comforting and an ode to the old world that she still held close to her heart. The air was thick with the stench of death, the echoes of screams still ringing in their ears. It was a moment of respite, albeit a grim one, as they surveyed the tragic scene before them.
Daryl's face was etched with anger and bitterness, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of frustration and sorrow. The loss of Ed and Amy weighed heavily on his shoulders, intensifying his already hardened demeanor. Elle had seen this side of him before, the protective shell that he wore to shield himself from the pain and the world.
She knew that Daryl had become a pillar of strength for her, stepping into a role that resembled that of a father figure. He had taken her under his wing, offering guidance and protection in this chaotic world. And though his gruff exterior and rough demeanor often hid his softer side, Elle felt a sense of comfort and security in his presence.
