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Constance spun on her heels looking toward the sound of someone whistling, she let out a breath of relief when she saw it was Shane. She swung her bat at the first walker to get to close to her, leaving a dent in the wake of her baseball bat. She knew doing this forever was impossible, but she couldn’t die now. Constance was stubborn, probably one of her best and worst traits but it wa something she relied on heavily ever since things fell apart. Again she swung her bat then backed away to put space between her, and the walkers. Her heart was hammering against her chest as she saw them flood from the woods, it was then she knew that she wouldn’t be able to kill all of them.


Constance jogged over to Shane, “We need to get out of here,” she told him softly as they began to get closer. She noted the blood on his shirt, and looked at him. “Shane, were you bit?” she questioned softly. She didn’t know how else to word the question, it seemed surreal that he’d have gotten bit. The thought of losing someone this close to her, someone she’d grown up knowing put a sharp pain in her chest, and a ache flooded through her heart unlike anything she’d experienced.

"Come on, once we’re safe I’ll take a look at it," she told him lightly then began to back away from the crowd of walkers that seemed to never stop growing. The herd must have followed her, and that would be just her luck - how would she have managed to gain all their interest. Maybe they were just following the crowd. It’d be stupid to think that they had any kind of intelligence but she didn’t know what else to chalk it up to.

“Were you bit?”

The question hardly registered at first. He heard the noise, knew she was asking him something that had to be important, but he couldn’t move. Constance hadn’t just come running out of the woods with a couple walkers on her tail – that was an entire crowd, maybe even the beginnings of a brand new herd. Shane’s stomach gave a painful lurch and he grabbed onto the car door to steady himself again. They had to get out of here. Absolutely. But he could hardly stand up straight without wanting to double over at the ache in his gut.

“Ain’t bit. Stabbed,” he muttered, letting go of the car door to grab her arm. Not to steady himself, but to push her the opposite direction, away from the approaching walkers. “Get the hell out of here. I ain’t fit to be runnin’ anywhere. Just gonna slow ya down.” There were too many. If he stayed, the entire pack would be on him, but it would give her the chance to get out. He’d get her killed if she waited on him.

If he had to go out, at least it would be for good reason. Shane slipped his knife out of his jacket pocket, ready to at least fend off the first couple walkers, and took a few steps back. “I’ll keep ‘em busy. Find you a car. Get in it or under and stay hid for a little while, hear me?”

Constance looked at Shane for a moment then at the crowd of walkers - there was no way in hell she was leaving him behind. Her heart was thudding in her chest, “Get in the car,” she told him softly then looked over her shoulder at him her bat held up.

"Just do it, I can lead them off - I’ll kill them one by one then I’ll be back," Constance told him softly. The metal ‘ting’ of her bat hitting a walker sounded through the air, and she used her foot to finish it off before moving backwards towards the woods again. 

"Shane, just do it I’ll be back eventually," she told him with serious eyes but she didn’t know if she was right or not. She could hope but the fear was evident, but fear kept you alive so she’d use it to her advantage. She whistled putting her hand to her mouth, gaining the attention of the herd.

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Piece of Junk

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"Constance," she said to him with a small smile then sighed a  little as she began to walk in the direction of the  place she’d been talking about. She didn’t know this guy, but she knew she’d have no issues killing him if he turned out to be not who she figured he was. Constance had a knack for reading people, she was damn good at it and she didn’t trust people on whim like this usually but he had a good air about him.

"So where are you from Sawyer?" she asked him with a small smile.

They walked in a short-lived silence, which Sawyer used to convince himself that he had done far dumber things for the promise of much less. By the time his companion spoke again, he had more or less accepted that whatever happens next would be his own stupid fault, and to just deal with it as it came. Not like anyone could do much else, these days. 

Constance, he repeated silently, filing it away in his memory. Unusual name. It sounded familiar, though, like it was from a well-known book that he ought to have read at some point. 

Her question pulled an awkward smile out of him. In his experience, it was hard to answer it without prompting more questions. Not that he minded the conversation, of course. He was just a little out of practice. 

"All over the place, really," he shrugged. "I was born in Nevada, but my old man was military, so we moved around a lot. I was in Miami when everything, you know…fell apart."

He gave her a quick side glance. “You?”

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"King’s county right here in Georgia. Was a nurse in the hospital, if it weren’t for my brothers best friend, well , I’d be dead," she told him smiling a little then sighed a bit as she pushed a hand through her hair. Constance hadn’t thought about her brother in a long time, she’d made her way on her without anyone and without hope of finding her family for so long - they kind of slipped her mind.

"Was tryin’ to find my nephew and sister in law for a while but we got separated on the highway, She sighed as she ran her hand over her face. "I miss’em quite a bit, it’s hard to think they.. might dead out there," she said softly as she walked with him. It had been so long since she had simple conversation that this brought out a very deep side in her.

"But, I’ve never left Kings County til now. Kind of sad it took the end of the world for me to travel," she laughed.

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I have a thing for strong badass men falling in love with strong badass women and fully acknowledging the fact that they are 100% whipped. 

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Never Stop

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Constance didn’t know how long she’d been running, her mind had wandered off after about twenty minutes or so. Keeping an eye on how close the walkers were getting but never really lucid enough to care. The fear had slipped from being lodged in her throat, and was now the only thing fueling her fire to keep running. She didn’t know if she’d ever see her family again, or if she’d even make it out of these woods before she collapsed due to exhaustion but she knew she had to go until she couldn’t anymore. In the distance she could see the road, but she wasn’t sure if it was a good idea since she had somewhere between ten and twenty walkers tailing after her.

If only there was some kind of sign, something that would tell her she was meant to live. To give her that boost of energy she needed to escape the walkers. Her mind was all over the place, she’d seen Lori leave with Beth, but she hadn’t seen Rick or Carl before she ended up running into the woods. The sun was high in the sky, she’d must have been running for around  four hours now, and her legs were beginning to tremble. She felt the smooth paved road under her feet, and her knees gave way to gravity once she stopped moving. 

"Fuck," she whispered as she scrambled back onto her feet holding her baseball bat over her shoulder ready to take out the walkers one at a time if she had to.

Blind luck had seen Shane back to the road in the middle of the night.  It was nothing more, not any kind of navigational skill, not even a vague sense of direction. He’d been in a panic, bleeding, running blind in the dark. The direction hadn’t mattered, as long as it was forward, away from the farm and the herd closing in on the other survivors. Gunshots rang out from behind him, but Shane never hesitated, never once thought about going back to help defend the place. 

So he ran until the blood loss and pain became too much, until his body refused to go a step further and his knees gave out under him. For several minutes, he laid there in the dirt, staring up into the trees, and listened for walkers. The herd would be pushing past the farm. They weren’t the fastest things, but he was wounded; sooner or later, the pack leaders would appear, descend on him, and that would be that. Maybe there was still enough in reserve to help him fight off two or three, but not an entire herd.

But dying in the middle of the woods, fallen victim not to walkers, but a knife in the gut, wasn’t an ending Shane was willing to accept. Rick wasn’t going to win this one. So he’d sat up and grabbed for the single bag picked up out of the pile in the living room, when he’d darted into the house looking for his own duffle. The fishing supplies found inside were at first a disappointment, but ended up saving his life.

An hour after stitching his own wound up, Shane staggered over the guardrail alongside the road, promptly falling flat on his face. But he’d made it. He’d fucking made it, all on his own, and where were those other sons of bitches now? Dead, probably, if they hadn’t ditched the farm and tried to run. Pushing himself up, Shane wound his way through the cars until he came up on the one they’d marked for Sophia. The letters were sunbleached and faded now, but the supplies on the hood still remained. He took everything, shoving it all into his bag.

But instead of running, Shane went around to the side and climbed into the backseat along with the piles of clothing and other possessions left behind by the absent owner. The next few hours in that car, huddled underneath all that junk, just praying that if the herd did come by, they wouldn’t give the car a passing glance. Consciousness came and went, waking moments spent struggling not to tremble while keeping a shirt bunched up tight against his injury. It was easy to lose track of time that way, and before he knew it, dawn had come.

The car was beginning to get stifling as the sun beat down on it, so after a quick, careful glance through the windows to be sure there wasn’t anything lurking just outside, Shane dragged himself back out. He’d only been on his feet for a moment, just long enough to tell that he was still too damn weak, when movement up the road caught his attention. A flash of blonde, an upraised baseball bat…another survivor, maybe even someone off the farm. Shane took a few steps toward her, gun drawn, and whistled softly to get her attention. 

Constance spun on her heels looking toward the sound of someone whistling, she let out a breath of relief when she saw it was Shane. She swung her bat at the first walker to get to close to her, leaving a dent in the wake of her baseball bat. She knew doing this forever was impossible, but she couldn’t die now. Constance was stubborn, probably one of her best and worst traits but it wa something she relied on heavily ever since things fell apart. Again she swung her bat then backed away to put space between her, and the walkers. Her heart was hammering against her chest as she saw them flood from the woods, it was then she knew that she wouldn’t be able to kill all of them.


Constance jogged over to Shane, “We need to get out of here,” she told him softly as they began to get closer. She noted the blood on his shirt, and looked at him. “Shane, were you bit?” she questioned softly. She didn’t know how else to word the question, it seemed surreal that he’d have gotten bit. The thought of losing someone this close to her, someone she’d grown up knowing put a sharp pain in her chest, and a ache flooded through her heart unlike anything she’d experienced.

"Come on, once we’re safe I’ll take a look at it," she told him lightly then began to back away from the crowd of walkers that seemed to never stop growing. The herd must have followed her, and that would be just her luck - how would she have managed to gain all their interest. Maybe they were just following the crowd. It’d be stupid to think that they had any kind of intelligence but she didn’t know what else to chalk it up to.

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Constance smiled a little,”If you’re hungry I know a place not far from here that has a small stash in a safe,” she told him as she brushed some hair out of her eyes then pulled her jacket on before putting her backpack on the clipping the buckle on her chest to hold it onto her back. 

"I don’t have much on me, thats where I was headed actually," Constance said as she nodded in the direction her car was facing, "About two miles that way, then it should be just off to the left." she said sighing a little,"And if you were wondering why I’m being so nice, I’ve been alone for a long while, and I’ve been dying for some company,"

Sawyer’s eyebrows jumped up a notch, and for a split second he was totally blank. This had to be the biggest break to come his way in ages. A friendly, pretty girl for company, and the promise of food? 

There’s a universal truth that if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is. Sawyer knew this as well as anyone, having had it drummed into his head by a bitter, overly-opinionated father and coolly shrewd mother. 

But in that moment, with the girl smiling at him and a full canteen of water at his hip, it was hard not to tempt fate. Hell, he might as well throw up a giant middle finger to the cosmos. Couldn’t backfire any worse than all the times he had been extra cautious and meticulous.

So, with an internal shrug and silent ‘fuck it’, Sawyer smiled back and shouldered his rucksack once again. 

"Guess this is my lucky day. Lead on." Standing a little straighter, he added, "I’m Sawyer, by the way."

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"Constance," she said to him with a small smile then sighed a  little as she began to walk in the direction of the  place she’d been talking about. She didn’t know this guy, but she knew she’d have no issues killing him if he turned out to be not who she figured he was. Constance had a knack for reading people, she was damn good at it and she didn’t trust people on whim like this usually but he had a good air about him.

"So where are you from Sawyer?" she asked him with a small smile.

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I have other accounts available for roleplaying

Rick Grimes

Beth Greene

And, two more OC’s

Callista Fry make sure you go to her nav - she is a indepth character with a lot of back plot.

Susan King

And Constance of course. All are up for RP’s. 

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"Are you kidding me?" Constance said looking at him then sighed,"Well, I haven’t exactly been in the position to get it fixed, and I know I’ve had a transmission leak for over a week, I’ve been adding fluid to it every day because it just comes right out," she mumbled as she rubbed her neck then walked over to the trunk of the car, and began loading her back pack.

"Guess I’m footin’ it," she said then chewed on her lip as she held up a gallon of water. "I have more, I wanted to thank you for at least takin’ a look, and not shootin’ me on sight," she told him as she held up the gallon of water.

Figuring that if he was going to get ambushed, it would have already happened by now, Sawyer closed the hood of her car and stepped back to admire it as she retrieved her stuff from the trunk. A dodge charger, probably a ‘68 or ‘69, obviously well loved before the world went to shit. Beautiful thing. Shame to watch it fall apart, even if it had to happen eventually. Even the best mechanic in the world couldn’t keep it running forever. 

The sound of sloshing liquid brought his attention back to the young woman, holding up a gallon of water. He blinked at it, before offering a shrug and a smile. “Well that’s really not necessary, but I do appreciate it. Been running low these last couple of days.” He accepted the water and knelt to pour some into his canteen, a handy thing he had pulled out of somebody’s abandoned campsite not too long ago. 

Thinking she might need supplies of her own, he took a moment to look through the meagre array in his rucksack. “Um,” he frowned, a tad apologetically, “‘fraid I don’t have a whole lot to spare. Unless you’re desperate for some granola bars, that is.” 

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Constance smiled a little,”If you’re hungry I know a place not far from here that has a small stash in a safe,” she told him as she brushed some hair out of her eyes then pulled her jacket on before putting her backpack on the clipping the buckle on her chest to hold it onto her back. 

"I don’t have much on me, thats where I was headed actually," Constance said as she nodded in the direction her car was facing, "About two miles that way, then it should be just off to the left." she said sighing a little,"And if you were wondering why I’m being so nice, I’ve been alone for a long while, and I’ve been dying for some company,"

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Constance looked up, and turned to face him upon hearing his voice. She looked at her car, “Never been real good with automotive,” she said scrunching up her face, deciding now wasn’t the right time to be judgmental. Especially if he could help her out a bit.

Sawyer had been expecting more hostility, maybe even fear, when the woman turned around. The dead might be a hazard, but it was the living you had to watch out for. 

Instead, she glossed over him with little more than a cursory glance before more or less inviting him over. 

He gaped at her for a moment, wondering all at once if maybe this was some kind of a trap. Wouldn’t be the first time an apparent ‘damsel in distress’ had lured him in, only to have a bunch of friends come pouring out of hiding to surround him and take all his stuff. 

Squinting a little, he scanned his surroundings for any signs of foul play before cautiously making his way over to her. He leaned under the hood to take a look. Right he away he could tell she wasn’t ‘good with automotives’, as she put it. Looked like the car hadn’t had a proper tune up since before the outbreak. Frankly, he was surprised it was still running. 

"Well," he mused, "umm…I’m not exactly sure where to start. Far as I can tell, this thing is a few clicks away from ending up in the scrap yard." He paused and shot her a somewhat self-conscious glance, remembering belatedly that some people could be a bit sensitive about their cars. "No offense. I just mean…the battery’s almost dead, spark plug’s nearly burnt out, the valves are sticking, and, well…I’m willing to bet it’s been a while since you changed your transmission fluid."

He pointed absently to each device as he named it, but really, that was only a few of what could be dozens of problems. 

Grimacing, he gave the woman another apologetic look. “Sorry, miss. Even if I were to tweak a few things here and there, I doubt you’d make it more than a half dozen miles before she quits on you for good.”

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"Are you kidding me?" Constance said looking at him then sighed,"Well, I haven’t exactly been in the position to get it fixed, and I know I’ve had a transmission leak for over a week, I’ve been adding fluid to it every day because it just comes right out," she mumbled as she rubbed her neck then walked over to the trunk of the car, and began loading her back pack.

"Guess I’m footin’ it," she said then chewed on her lip as she held up a gallon of water. "I have more, I wanted to thank you for at least takin’ a look, and not shootin’ me on sight," she told him as she held up the gallon of water.

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"Motherfuckin’," Constance  grumbled as she lifted the hood of the car then waved the smoke out of her face, coughing. "Piece of junk!" 

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Sawyer hung back a respectable distance and instinctively kept his hands visible.

"Uh…" He paused, cleared his throat, and tried again a little more loudly. "Need a hand?"

Constance looked up, and turned to face him upon hearing his voice. She looked at her car, “Never been real good with automotive,” she said scrunching up her face, deciding now wasn’t the right time to be judgmental. Especially if he could help her out a bit.

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