- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ 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...
𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐁𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘, the sun began to cast long shadows across the gritty ground, creating an atmospheric backdrop for the unfolding scene. The air carried a mixture of tension and cautious optimism, as the survivors worked tirelessly to rebuild their lives amidst the harsh realities of the post-apocalyptic world.
Carol, her hands immersed in soapy water, diligently scrubbed the clothes of the camp's inhabitants, creating a rhythmic sloshing sound that mingled with the distant hum of conversation. Her face bore the weight of exhaustion and grief, yet there was a glimmer of determination in her eyes, reflecting her unwavering commitment to providing for her makeshift family.
Meanwhile, Dale, perched atop his lookout post, surveyed the surrounding area with a watchful gaze. His weathered features betrayed a lifetime of wisdom and resilience, etched deeply into the creases of his face. His presence offered a sense of security and guidance to those below, a steadfast protector ever watchful for any signs of danger.
Glenn, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, watched with a mix of frustration and resignation as a group of men dismantled his beloved car. The metallic clangs and grinding of metal against metal echoed through the camp, symbolizing both the need for resources and the loss of a treasured possession. He couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, a reminder of the life he had before the world fell apart. "Look at 'em, vultures."
"We need the fuel, you know that. It was a cool car though," Marley, standing beside Glenn, nudged him gently, her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before them.
"Thought I'd at least get to drive it a few more days,"
"Well, hopefully we'll get to steal another one someday." Marley said, looking over to the man beside her before back to the car again. "No, I promise."
"Promise what?" Glenn asked. He was still pretty fed-up by it, indicated by his tone.
"I promise I'll steal you another car," Marley laughed gently.Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, a testament to her resilient spirit and her ability to find humor even in the bleakest of situations.
