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Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Mar 19, 2016 8:21:17 GMT -5
Once again Nick has proven himself to his self by managing to escape the horde unharmed beside the wound on his arm that kept bleeding. He should of stopped and found a way to wrap it up but the dark toned man simply grit his teeth and bared the pain as he leaned against a nearby wrecked car looking up at the Hampton in sign. Smiling like a Cheshire Cat as the place seemed so lit up in the dead world like a beacon almost. Letting out a grunt in pain as he felt the tug of a walker on the wounded shoulder, thankfully he managed to slip from the corpses grasp heading inside. Locking it as quick as he could repulsed by the undead snapping their teeth on the other side of the glass.
With heavy breathing Nick made it toward Dean and his room. Knocking on the door in the manner that was top secret for the couple because one of them was a dork. A sexy New York dork but a dork none the less. Right hand on the door Keanu against it for support while his left arm was trying to keep pressure. Only smearing the blood on his hand and inflicting more pain on himself. "Dean please open up" The radio in his pocket was busted so attempting to reach him through the other side was pointless. Tapping on the door once more head feeling woozy. How much blood was he losing? Dark brown eyes looked back expecting to see blood drops but all that was their were cheep carpet.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 19, 2016 23:45:04 GMT -5
It had been an awful evening for Dean, hell was nothing compared with how he felt. Joseph brought bad news, Seth was gone and Nick was nowhere to be found. He wanted to o out and look for him, but he knew he already checked everything. He was angry, sad, worried and all he could do was pray that Nick would just walk in the hotel unharmed.
They all decided it would be best to get some rest and continue the search the next day. Dean protested, but the little part of his mind, that was still thinking clearly, got the upper hand and he agreed to try and get some rest. Though he doubted that he would be able to sleep.
Big part of then night was filled with tears, thinking how this all went so wrong, thinking of Nick, thinking of how history repeat itself, he swore to protect Nick, to do it different this time, but yet again he failed, with every memory a new tears streamed down his face. Until he was so broken, so sad, so in pain and so tired he just gave up and while crying, he fell asleep.
He woke up by a knock, or so he thought, little did he know nothing was real. He heard Nick his voice asking to open up. He jumped it of his bed opened the door and saw his love, his world. He hugged Nick as tight as he could. “Oh my god, don’t ever do that again, I thought I lost you, I was so worried.” He said as tears ran down his face, this time from relief and happiness. “You ok?” he asked softly as he tried to let go, but caught himself only hugging tighter.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Mar 20, 2016 13:34:45 GMT -5
This is the face of Alfred btw
Tears began to form in the young man's slowly changing features. Feeling his loves embrace filled his unbeating heart with love and hunger. Once dark brown eyes began to turn a milky color as salty teases fell down his cheeks. Holding onto Dean as if his life depended on him. Leaning in tilting his head kissing those soft dainty lips. Running his pale tan fingertips through Deans hair as the two kissed. Nick himself hadn't noticed or just wasn't recognizing the different on his being. Pulling back his head so their eyes could look into each other. Dean could see the milky mess that had became his loves eyes followed by the groan that escaped the young man's throat instead of words for a moment despite his expression remaining one of love. "You weren't their for me, you should of stopped me, you should stop me.." Nickiahs whispered before opening up wide to bite into Dean's neck tearing out a large chuck of skin making blood spray out of him. Gripping hard onto his loves juicy flesh nails digging into the shirtless arms of the white man. Eating at Deans neck just as would a walker growling hungry. Their was however a weird hint of compassion in the attack. Nicks mannerism still showed that in someway he cared for the meal.
During the whole ordeal neither Dean or Nick noticed the quiet knocks at the door. What brought the now undead Nick's attention and Dean was the brown haired man from the ol photo in Nick's pocket. The one and only first love for a Nick who stood in the door frame after slamming his foot against it opening it up. A cocky smirk shined on the steely eyed man as Dean's walkerfied parents trailed behind him jawless and in chains. Pointing a machete at the two Alfred frowned slightly. "Nick so unfaithful in death? Well doesn't matter.. Not like this piss worm lil faggot could protect you sweety. Huh shit face Deany with the tiny weeny? This isn't your first time losing something you loved huh." Turning around shutting up the growling parents of Deans by decapitating the pair. Which only made a mess on the carpet of the suit. Heads rolled to the floor continuing their disgusting symphony. Alfred's blue eyes having the heat of flames burning at Dean with such intensity. "Let's take a trip down memory lane huh?" The other man growls before yanking Dean through the now in flames door frame.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 21, 2016 23:57:20 GMT -5
Dean felt Nick his tears and placed a hand at the back of his head. “Don’t cry, I’m here now.” He spoke softly trying to comfort his love. “You should have stayed, I would have protect you, I love you so much, I can’t think what would have happened if I lost you.” He said crying with Nick. But Nick didn’t say anything, Dean thought it was because he was in some sort of shock.
It was when he looked at Nick, that he tried to talk, but at first he heard groans, but then Nick said that he failed to protect him, that he wasn’t there, those words felt like a dagger in his heart and before could apologize, Nick leaned in, Dean thought he wanted to hug, but he took a bit out of his neck.
Dean pushed Nick back and grabbed his neck, he felt the blood streaming out of the wound, eyes filled with tears looked at Nick, but they didn’t only show how sad he was, but they looked at him asking what just happened, why it happened? “You….yo….you.” but he couldn’t talk anymore. “No, please no.” he said crying and shaking his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe Nick was a walker. “I’m sorry, I should have been there.” He said falling on his knees. While looking down he noticed the big puddle of blood.
Dean then heard a unknown voice talking to Nick, as he looked up he saw a man, but more important behind him, were Dean his parents, now both as walkers. Dean shook his head, eyes filled with pain, fear and sadness. He listened as the man called him a fagot and said to Nick that he couldn’t protect him. Dean would normally just kick the guy his ass, but he was too hurt to fight, both physically and mentally. “I…I tried stopping him, you piece of shit.” He replied in between sobs. The guy called him Deany with his little weeny, he didn’t even reply to it, what did he know about it? But the next sentence was yet another dagger in his heart, he told Dean how it wasn’t the first time he lost a loved one, before cutting off the heads of his parents. This time Dean his blood boiled. “You stop that.” He said while still having some tears n his eyes, but sounding very angry.
It was then he talked about a trip down memory lane, before pulling Dean from his knees through the now flaming door frame. Dean had no clue what would happen and where was Nick? What the fuck was going on?
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Mar 22, 2016 18:48:08 GMT -5
As Alfred dragged the piss worm of a man through the door frame the world began to change in a very graceful. In what seemed like a blink of an eye the sky was blue dotted with the occasional cloudy spots, a cool breeze blew through the occupants hair. A cocky smirk fully shined on the other brown haired mans face as his arm was around Dean via the seat in a way, both sitting in the back seat but who was driving one may ask? Well if you were Dean you would see another you much happier and less messy to say the least. Something about his face screamed the innocence that didn't survive in one once the world falls to pieces. Beside the second Dean was a dashing man named Michael looking so happy.. So full of life and love. If only he knew in a few minutes or so that would all be taken away for him. Leaning in close to nearly whisper in Deans ear. "Look at that face Deany. So full of love and life huh?" Lips curling into a near evil grin as a breath escaped him leaning back in the seat easing his aching muscles. It was a bitch to drag ones body from hell or death.
An audible aw escaped through Alfred's lips as he snapped his fingers bringing Dean's focuse to the background noise. Was that scratching and moans? Why yes the sweet Nick bumped around in the trunk of the vehicle loud and clear for Dean to hear. All of the pain and sadness Dean made only fed Alfred's lust for some sort of pay back. Even though the two never met in the apocalypse Alfred was quite sure that they would of bumped heads on how he treated HIS boyfriend. Looking out the window to see the world as it once was before the shit hit the fan. Odd however that the people on the street weren't random unknowns. Joseph, Annie, Sabita, Mirek, Seth, Sisa along with Koya in a carriage with Zack striding beside her. All of his friends dead or alive showed outside living average lives, contrasting the hell Alfred was making in the vehical. Taking one last look at the road that wasn't road, it was the photo of Nick and Alfred that sweet Nick kept in his pocket only repeating its self again and again as the road.
(Wanted to give you options on what you want Micheal to say and what will happen)
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 23, 2016 19:45:21 GMT -5
Dean felt how he was dragged to somewhere else, before he knew it he was in a car, pretty blue sky, no more zombies, pretty normal. For a brief moment he wanted to smile, until he felt the douche besides him. He looked at the driver seat and he was himself, but the happy version, the innocent version, the version that hadn’t been through the fucking apocalypse. But that didn’t hurt him, but when he looked at the passenger seat, he saw Michael, yet another throne in his heart.
“Mi..Michael?” Dean asked with sad eyes. He heard the asshole talking again, telling him how full of love they were. “Stop it….” She said angry as tears ran down his face. Just then Dean heard the groans and scratching, when he looked in the direction of the sound he saw zombie Nick. “This can’t be true.” He said grabbing his head, slowly letting his finger slide down his face. He then noticed all the people outside, Sisa, Jospeh, Annie and all his other friends, they looked so happy.
But then his attention was drawn back to the road, which wasn’t a road anymore, but an endless spawn of a picture of Dean and dead ex-boyfriend. It was then Dean finally recognized the guy and knew he was the one next to him in car seat. He was just about to hit Alfred, since he was furious and hurt, when he was all of the sudden in the driver’s seat.
The road returned to normal, he looked at the passenger seat but Michael wasn’t there. When he turned his head to look back at the road, he saw Himself and Michael crossing the street in the distance. “Oh no….” Dean spoke softly with eyes full of fear. He knew exactly what memory this was, it was the horrible day Michael gave his life to save him. Dean started turning the steering wheel, but the car didn’t turn. “No, no, no.” he said as a new stream of tears ran down his cheeks. But some seconds later he crashed the car into Michael with a loud bang.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 27, 2016 0:44:40 GMT -5
As the loud car crash took place, Dean saw Michael his body flying over the car, before finally waking up. He was wet from sweating, his eyes filled with fear and tears running down his face, while breathing heavily. He jumps from the bed and walks over to the little dressing table, where he left his bottle of water.
He took a sip from it and looked in the mirror while putting it down. His eyes were red and swollen from all the crying, his hair and forehead wet from sweat, he was a mess. He needed some air, get out the room, so he needed to get dressed first, since he was in just his boxers. Dean grabbed a tank top and jeans, put it on, he didn’t need to go outside, just out of the room, so he didn’t bother with his shoes, he just put on some socks and walked out.
He walked through the hotel, walking very slowly, as the tears kept coming, he was so lost, he didn’t know how to go on. Even though there was a chance that Nick was alive, for him it felt like he lost him, especially after the nightmare. He looked up with his watery eyes as he heard some noise, he saw Sisa with the baby and felt anger, she was the reason he went outside. But he was too sad to fight, so he just glared at her, as he slowly walked closer.
Post by Sisa Huamani on Mar 30, 2016 1:02:34 GMT -5
She had woken up alone. It was an unfamiliar feeling not to have his big ass body near without the blankets because she of course needed all of them. It was only fair after all.. Sure they both had to fight off the undead in a daily basis. Only she had to deal with a living breathing lil munchkin named Koya. Yawning into the palm of her hand before she stretched in her bed after having sat up. "Maybe he went outside for a smoke?" She told herself before getting up from their bed. Unlike someone, Sisa disliked the idea of falling asleep in the nude so she adorned pair of sweat pants and her bra. It was winter anyways and the weather would be getting colder. This was no time to acting like this was one of the very strange nude beaches Zackary had mentioned to her before. Americans and their strange ways.. She had mumbled to herself in thought.
What the? Her brow raised at the lil sticky note attached to the outside of Koya's crib. First she picked up her child into her arms with a smile. "Hey Koya. Sweetie have you seen Tata? Huh have you seen Daddy" She smiled kissing her child on the cheeks lovingly. The expression on her face showed so much happiness and joy whenever she got to share moments like this with her child. Rocking lil Koya as she toyed with a strand of Sisa's dark black hair that hung loose from the bun. Reading over the sticky note's contents. She barely had the time to notice Dean as he approached. Tears began to fill her dark almond eyes. Full lips began to quiver as she continued reading the paper until it slipped from her finger tips. It managed to flutter in the air falling in front of Dean behind her as she began to weep over the crib with child in arms. "No Zack! W-why would you go looking?" It was a strange mix of anger and sadness over the possibly loss of her husband from looking for her friend. Sisa was beginning to feel like it the karma for what Dean was experience. None the less she was shaking a little bit her cries trying to be smothered not wanting to awaken the others.
The Note had read: Dear Ass Kicker, Tata has gone to look for Mama's friend Nick. I can't bare seeing her like this so I will be back around midnight. Watch over Mama for me sweetie. Love Tata.. AKA Zack
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 31, 2016 17:48:03 GMT -5
Dean was getting closer to Sisa, he didn’t know how he end up in the large room, where Sisa was, but most doors where open and he was not really looking where he went, which was probably the reason. He wiped of some tears and was ready to give her a piece of his mind, as he noticed she read something which made her cry.
Immediately his anger slowly faded, he wanted to know what was going on. It was then he noticed the little paper in the air and landing in front of him. He picked it up and read then note from Zack, he was gone, gone to find Nick. “Oh no.” Dean spoke very soft. He felt anger, because Zack had a little baby, he shoudln't have gone out, he felt happiness because he went to find his most important thing on earth, Nick and he afraid that they wouldn't return, but yet hopefull they woudl just walk into the hotel, one day.
Dean looked up, his eyes getting watery again as he saw her cry, but also because in his head he was still thinking about Nick, seeing someone else crying over a loved one, only made things worse. As he stepped closer he heard Sisa yell, why Zack had to do something like this. Finally he placed his hand on her shoulder, since he was behind her and gently rubbed it.
“Guess we’ll need to comfort each other.” He said with a very little smile as tears ran down his face. “Both of them will be back, they have to.” He added.
Last Edit: Mar 31, 2016 17:49:52 GMT -5 by Dean LeMarchal
Post by Sisa Huamani on Apr 2, 2016 16:47:53 GMT -5
The women's almost perfect world was falling into shambles. She kept trying to convince herself that he would be find and return but with the way it was looking outside. That seemed unlikely and it scared Sisa more then she had been by the apocalypse.
Before she found safety in that damned bunker with her fucked up neighbor. She was lucky to have left when he started talking about repopulating the earth. Clearly that fool had the case of virginjty that he was itching to remove. Sisa had nothing of it and discovered the world in worse shape then she had been imagining. That same overwhelming fear of loneliness was taking control now.
All she had was the cloths on her back and lil Koya. The two of them against a cruel world. With the addition of her friends of course. The kind she would hope would take care of Koya if something happens. It was a painful thought but someone had to talk about it otherwise the unknown would eat away at her soul.
"Zack!" She yelled feeling the hand on her shoulder speaking before she turned her head. It was Dean and his sad eyes. He couldn't of gotten much sleep without Nick. Not that it was always the case (Some walls are thin fella's) Tears running down her face listening to his words. "Your right.. They might" It was hard to be hopeful in this state of the world. Everything seems so hopeless with the constant fighting for survival. First came the cultist followed by walkers that only ate and ate. It could wear down the most faithful of beings.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Apr 4, 2016 18:35:48 GMT -5
Dean heard how she called out Zack his name when he touched her, he hate to disappoint people, but since they were both so hurt and broken, Dean figured it was for the best to find comfort with each other.
Dean shook his head when Sisa said they might return. “No doubting, they will return.” He said raising his voice a little. “This little one needs her father and uncle.” Dean said with a smile, while softly tickling Koya, as more tears kept coming. “We’ll have to believe Sisa, without hope there is nothing, my eyes hurt from crying, I feel like I have no tears left, but they keep coming, all that is keeping me up is hope.” He spoke turning around leaning against the wall while looking up as he tried to wipe off his tears.
Post by Sisa Huamani on Apr 4, 2016 23:15:11 GMT -5
"Don't raise your voice the baby!" It came out agitated even though she was upset. She didn't want Koya to awaken just yet and crawl about. For now it was best for her child to be asleep. Hopefully dreaming of her Tata while doing so. She'd hate for this to be the last time that the child would see her father.
Dean was hopeful and it gave a small smile to the saddened face. She gave a small but doubtful nod as an answer before she watched his hand reach into the crib. Almost she grabbed his hand if not having seen that Koya let it s giggle making Sisa aware of her child's awakeness. It gave her a momentary smiled while moving her dark eyes gaze in Dean as he moved against the wall. "Dean.. If anything were to happen to me.. You know I want you and Nick to raise Koya correct?"
It was a sad topic for sad day between two sad people but sooner or later it had to be brought up. With the recent disappearance of Zack it seemed as the only logical thing to bring up. Maybe even try to distract each of their upset feelings with it.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Apr 5, 2016 0:02:02 GMT -5
As Dean leaned against the wall he heard Sisa asking if he knew that if anything would happen to her, she want him and Nick to care of Koya. Dean looked down and smiled at her or at least tried to smile, it wasn’t easy with swollen red eyes. He stepped closer again and once more placed a hand on her shoulder as he looked in her eyes.
“Yes, Nick and I would protect her with our lives, but and yes there is a but… .” He said before pausing. “You will be here zo take care of her, while Zack is gone I’ll make sure nothing happens to you, Nick is at the top of my protection list, but that doesn’t mean I won’t help other people, or protect other people.” He spoke looking in her eyes. “Everyone around here is important, especially a mother and her baby.” He added. Then he smiled at her as he looked over her shoulder, to see Koya. “But if I ever fail to protect you and something happens, Nick and I will take care of her and I feel honored that you ask us.” He spoke before removing his hand from her shoulder.
Dean looked down. “But to do that, we need to find Nick.” He spoke in a sad tone. “We need to find them both, that’s priority now.” He added looking back up. Then he stayed quiet for some seconds. “But like I said, keep hope high.” He spoke determined
Post by Sisa Huamani on Apr 7, 2016 9:15:22 GMT -5
The words although comforting for a moment life was a web of moments. The young women has a long full life with her daughter if lucky. Throughout the activities she had taken part in, she has had many opportunities for a sudden death. Birth for example, yes women have been doing it for all of are history and yet their was always the chance for death and yet babies kept being made. Life went on and people dealt with the shit handed to them.
Back home she could remember the lack of any real medical care readable available unless you went to the cities. Their was a women trained in helping with others women's births but other then that it all seemed to happen casually, their were celebrations for something's but no baby showers like in the States.. Nick had told her all about his rough knowledge or the topic and they sounded interesting. It isn't what one would get in the apocalypse but it was something that made her a little happier.
Maybe someday her daughter could have one in a place she was safe. That is, if the world they lived in could ever be safe again. Chaos continues to shine a light on the humanity in a few, while shadowing the violence and anarchy of others. She let out a sigh feeling Deans hand on her shoulder adding to some feeling of comfort. "With the disappearance of the father of my child I wouldn't be too quick to be hopeful. Anything can happen." She sighed irritably and still upset at it all.
She knew he was trying to help but everything seemed like it could be changed around against her favor. "Or a burden. Not everyone may see it that way. It was a unfortunate thing getting pregnant in all this that led to something I wouldn't replace in the world."
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Apr 10, 2016 17:42:29 GMT -5
Dean also let out a sigh as Sisa spoke about how anything could happen. “Keep your head held high, it will all be good.” Dean spoke. “I tell myself that every day, to keep me from losing my sanity.” He added.
He shook his head as she mentioned the word burden. “Don’t be silly, it’s not a burden, away with those dark thoughts.” He spoke. Deep down Dean was as broken as a glass that fell from of a twelve storey high building. But the kind guy he is, even though he feels sad, he always tries to cheer up other people. “Let’s just both try and get some sleep.” He spoke calmly. “Believe that everything will be alright Sisa.” He added with a little smile.
But deep down Dean himself had a hard time to believe it. Losing Nick, not knowing where he was it killed him, he couldn’t go on much longer. But again, he wasn’t one to pull people down with him.
Post by Sisa Huamani on Apr 13, 2016 16:48:09 GMT -5
Deans words gave her some hope enough to offer a small smile before it disappeared back into the women's train of thought. The last thing she had said to him was so stupid now. She had been so upset with what happened to Nick that she had yelled at Zack for no good reason. All he had been trying to do was keep her sanity in check and Sisa had just wanted to be lone. Her choice of words had been eating away for the past few minutes since she knew now that he could be dead. Sisa's heart felt like it was slowly shattering to pieces. "T-thanks..I think I need to be alone please."
Dark brown eyes watched as Dean left the bedroom. Sisa followed behind him head lowered while she closed the door behind him. Eyes gathering tears while her head rested against the door. Slowly the raven haired beauty slid down the metal until she was on the ground curled up legs kept close. Sisa tried to keep that brave face infront of her friend while the inner emotions now rained through.
(Not my best post. I apologize XD )
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Last Edit: Apr 13, 2016 16:50:54 GMT -5 by Sisa Huamani
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
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