𝓛.

⧪┋❛ from eden ❜
          
          
          there’s a fleeting feeling to running: the sensation of freedom coursing through your veins, coming at you in bouts of adrenaline. it makes you feel young. it makes you feel / free /. 
          
          in the silence of the night, save for the sound of labored breathing and sporadic laughter that echoed throughout the trees which didn’t serve any semblance of safety to the birds ought to be sleeping in their nests, bruno felt free.
          
          well, as close to freeing this all is, really.
          
          he ran through the forest grounds, or frankly, had it been a town once - bruno wouldn’t know. it’s a mess of greens and browns ( and dead bodies, both moving and unmoving ) at this point. he doesn’t stop once - only when he desperately needs it.
          
          there’s at least one person - or a group, really - he hoped to see after months of being held captive from a separate group. anarchy became rampant as soon as the chaos of the undead started happening. at the time he and his team was scouting for a place to stay, a group had cornered them. bruno opted to distract these people until his group was able to go scott-free.
          
          he hadn’t been able to escape. until recently.
          
          and now. 
          
          now he hopes he’d still be able to catch up to them. or find them in the vast world now ruled by the strongest, the undead, and the opportunists. where bruno lied among that list, he doesn’t know. all he knows is that he needs to find his group again.
          
          even if it meant searching every crook and cranny of this goddamn town.

; squishy, squishy (: i'm here now. i've missed you so much too, darling

@darcycomet 
          
          //  yeah ofc ! feel free to interact whenever <3

@darcycomet 
          
          //  hi !

[] ello!! wanted to say hi ^-^
          
          (i also play abbacchio too oooooh so cool to see n meet ya!)

; i'll accept my fate if only this once - 

@ventoflights 
          
          " tch , i know it does. just ... calm down. you 'll be okay. "
          
          abbacchio 's eyes softened slightly , putting more pressure onto the wound to prevent the blood loss as best as he could. it still wasn 't working all too well. he 'd have to bring him back.  " come on. i 'll carry you back , " he offered , opening his arms towards him.

@ventoflights 
          
          " narancia ! "
          
          before his shaking legs were able to collapse , abbacchio grabbed the young boy 's body , holding him up with his arms. being the strongest member of the team , even surpassing bucciarati 's strength , he could easily carry narancia and run away from zombies if he had to.  " hang in there , got it ?! " he demanded , his voice seemingly more full of anger than fear or sadness. he tore at his own clothes , making a quick makeshift bandage for the young boy and carefully bandaging the arm.

. : ( ❣︎ ; The Young Pinkette pursed her lips as she’d focus her gaze onto the older man who was currently resting afront of her. For whatever reason, Trish never felt the necessity to communicate with Leone for the most part. Seeing as he excluded himself from most conversations that their group had anyway - the two never really ' talked ' outside of important meetings that the Bucci Gang had to go through, And even then, only two to three words would be exchanged between them. Usually ranging from simple words of agreement and such.
          
          Placing her hands upon the wooden boards below her feet, the girl then proceeded to swiftly propulse herself up on her own two feet. Shortly after she did so, a small wince would part from her lips. Looking down, Trish would feel a small jolt of pain suddenly Burst within her thumb’s fingertip. It was-
          
          A Splinter. The Pinkette sighed in relief, quickly using her stand, Spice Girl, to soften the small chunk of wood, pulling it out from her finger just a few moments later.
          
          Placing her left hand upon her hip out of a mere habit afterwards, the girl then focused her attention back onto the gothic-style man that continued to rest just a few meters away from her. Letting her Emerald-like hues fall into a lidded state, Trish would then simply cross her arms in mild boredom. She hadn’t talked much to Abbacchio, as said previously, something about him just didn’t seem to catch her interest in the slightest.

; squishy (: