🎀

@funeralblush     /   please

Id : @soldiersburden : ✿
            
            Wow. Straight to the interrogation. Hi to you too. 

Id : @sinistersickness : ✿
            
            The tension in Maddie’s shoulders eased almost instantly as the shotgun lowered. [Her voice softening, crouching slightly so she wouldn’t seem intimidating] Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m not mad about the water bottle. [A small sigh escaping her] You just scared me, that’s all. [Her expression softening further as she glanced at the bottle, then back at the little girl] Kinda hard not to assume the worst when everything out here is trying to kill you. If you’re thirsty, you could’ve just asked.

Id : @clawslashd : ✿
            
            Trust me, if you’d had the day I’ve had, you’d be a little aggressive too.

unfortunately i left my prop gun at home. [ she holds up her palms, ] this all seems a little aggressive.

Id : @clawslashd : ✿
            
            (Maddie glanced down at the shotgun. Wow. What gave it away? Was it the shotgun part? She tilted her head. Because if you’ve got a prop version lying around somewhere, I’d genuinely love to see it.)

Id : @techjokez : ✿
            
            Uh-huh. That’s exactly what someone about to become a problem would say. [Her gaze swept over him from head to toe before she rolled her eyes.] And for the record, we are talking. You’re talking, I’m deciding whether you’re worth the ammunition. See? Communication.

     `` i wasn't  —  look , we can talk about this right ? no need for all this ? ``

Id : @techjokez : ✿
            
            Only the ones sneaking up on me. Congratulations, you made the list.

Id : @zombitz- : ✿
            
            Maddie let out an offended gasp, pressing a hand dramatically against her chest. “Old?” Her hazel eyes narrowed as she looked him up and down. “Wow. Okay. First of all, rude.” She rolled her eyes. “Second, I’m nineteen.” A beat. “And third, trying to convince me you didn’t squeak by calling me old is possibly the weakest defense I’ve ever heard.” The corner of her mouth twitched upward. “Nice try, though.”

the boy pouted and crossed his arms  ,  looking away with a huff.  "I think you're losin' your hearin'.  are y'old?  y'probably are  ..  "  his shoe scuffed against the ground in faux boredom  ,  kicking up a few rocks.

Id : @zombitz- : ✿
            
            Maddie stared at him for a long moment before her expression slowly twisted into one of disbelief, then she laughed. Actually laughed. “Oh my God, that’s somehow worse.” She shook her head, lowering the shotgun another inch now that she’d decided he was harmless. “You realize saying it’d be super scary and intimidating immediately makes it not scary or intimidating, right?” Her hazel eyes narrowed playfully. “And for the record, that was absolutely a squeak.” A beat. “A cute little squeak.” The grin she tried to suppress failed miserably. “You can deny it all you want, but we both heard it.”

Id : @bloodyfcst : ✿
            
            I was looking at the menu, but now I’m aware you’re waiting on me and suddenly I can’t read (…) is there anything on here that won’t give me heart disease or is that just a lost cause now (???) 

Id : @ofmortis : ✿
            
            Maddie’s gaze immediately snagged on the blood spattered across the woman’s face before slowly traveling to the body and then back again. “Okay, first of all? That is a crazy question coming from the person standing in a room that looks like a crime documentary.” She shifted the shotgun against her shoulder, looking entirely unimpressed despite the fact that every survival instinct she possessed was screaming at her to leave. “Second, the door was unlocked. That’s kind of on you.” Her hazel eyes narrowed slightly. “And third, should I be worried right now, or is this one of those situations that’s somehow less concerning than it looks?”

♱ ͟.      THE  WOMAN  FREEZES  AS  THE  DOOR  CREAKS  QUIETLY .        she  turns  to  look  over  her  shoulder  at  the  source  of  the  intrusion .        there's  a  smattering  of  blood  on  the  visible  part  of  her  face .        she  sighs  at  the  sight  of  the  girl ,   wiping  the  blood  off  her  hands  as  she  turns  to  face  her .
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ " who  let  you  in  here ? "

Id : @ofmortis : ✿
            
            Maddie hesitated outside the door, shotgun tucked against her shoulder as she listened. Silence. Then a faint rustling. Then the unmistakable smell of blood. “Ew.” She grimaced. “Okay, so either there’s a zombie in there or somebody’s having, like, the worst day ever.” Slowly, she nudged the door open just enough to peek through. The sight inside made her pause. A girl. A corpse. A lot of blood. “…Oh.” A beat. “…Okay, wow.” Her hazel eyes flicked from the body to the woman cleaning up the mess as if this were a completely normal Tuesday afternoon. “Not to judge because, honestly, we’re way past that as a society…” She tightened her grip on the shotgun. “…but should I be concerned?”

// cautious on here
            and maybe spam on @immunepair 

@vitalpair 
            
            / OF COURSE <3333

/ YIPPIE i love her already <3
            Maybe a spam? If that’s okay

The world ended in the middle of Maddie Hart’s final year at Rosewood High. One week she was stressing over graduation photos, pep rallies, designer outfits, and the endless social hierarchy she sat comfortably atop; the next, the streets were choked with the dead and everything that had once defined her life became meaningless. Almost overnight, Rosewood High’s untouchable it-girl—the girl everyone knew, envied, or wanted to be—was reduced to scavenging for food, sleeping with a weapon within arm’s reach, and fighting to see another sunrise.
            
            Hazel-eyed and blonde, Maddie remains an almost surreal sight among the ruins. She still wears pink. She still carries herself with the effortless confidence of someone born to command attention. At a glance, she looks like she stepped out of a yearbook photo untouched by the end of the world. But the illusion doesn’t survive a closer look. Behind the polished appearance is someone carved hollow by grief, hardened by isolation, and tempered by years of brutal survival. The manicured queen of Rosewood is gone. What remains is someone who has learned exactly how much of herself she must sacrifice to stay alive.
            
            Many mistake her for soft. They see the blonde hair, the pretty smile, the remnants of the girl she used to be.
            
            Most don’t survive long enough to realize how wrong they are.
            
            Rosewood crowned her a queen.
            
            The apocalypse stripped away the crown.
            
            What remained was a survivor.