Marie.

@_GaveUpTheGhost @FcknFriendly -- sense to hide their tracks.

@_GaveUpTheGhost @FcknFriendly -- ground, she eyed the fortified looking building, wishing, not for the first time, that she'd managed to hold on to @ViciousWeapon's sense of smell.} {softly} Look... There's no footprints. No nothin' in the dirt. Means we won't see the Dead. They don't have the --

@_GaveUpTheGhost @FcknFriendly -- it when the wind shifted, but I never could pick it up over the stench of Missus Williams begonia trees. {Easing back her hood, she shot #Robert a grin, pushing open the door.} I'm not squeamish, Robert. You don't gotta worry 'bout that. {Silently slipping to --

@_GaveUpTheGhost @FcknFriendly I know what an abattoir is. {Pride swirling with nerves blazing bright in her smile, she leaned to #Robert, gently chucking his shoulder.} We had one in town. Back where my fam... Where my Momma and Daddy and live. Folks used to bellyache about the smell of --

@_GaveUpTheGhost @FcknFriendly -- text.} ... terhouse? The heck's that?

@_GaveUpTheGhost @FcknFriendly -- a gravel road, she nodded, resolute.} I learned from Logan. You bet your /ass/ I'll flatten any of those jerks that come near. {Spinning back to the road as she caught sight of a faded sign, she squinted, trying to read the blood obscured, sunlight obliterated --

@_GaveUpTheGhost @FcknFriendly -- gaze.} His name's Logan. Victor's his brother, but they are /not/ the same. They're... {waving a hand} They're night and day. Light and dark. {huffing} Good and /jackass/. {Putting her hand out to the dashboard to keep herself from jolting as they bounced on to --

@_GaveUpTheGhost @FcknFriendly -- she closed her eyes, shoulders slowly lowering.} It was my best friend. He's the one who showed me I could protect people. That I could /fight/. My own parents sent me away... But he didn't. He /believed/ in me. {Nipping her lip, she looked to #Robert, worry darkening --

@_GaveUpTheGhost @FcknFriendly {Snorting a laugh, she ducked her head, thoughts slipping to her first years at school.} There was a time when folks woulda laughed at that idea. Me kickin' ass? {softly} Spent a lotta time bein' the rescu-ee, not the rescu-er. {Resting her head against the window, --

@_GaveUpTheGhost @FcknFriendly -- and fidgeted.} I don't want Victor to get his hands on you. He... He's cruel for the sake of it.

@_GaveUpTheGhost @FcknFriendly -- Walkers. /Negan's/ people. I don't want to be starin' either of 'em down if we can't see five feet in front of our faces. {Rubbing her nose, the uncomfortable thought of @SlasherMutant and @FluidFatality tracking them through the night, she blew out a nervous breath --

@_GaveUpTheGhost @FcknFriendly -- {mumbling} Your hand's warm. {Doe eyes lifting to meet #Robert's, she gave a sunshine warm crooked smile, daring to squeeze back before pulling her hand away.} We gotta find someplace to go, Robert. It's gonna be dark soon, and they're gonna be comin'. --

@_GaveUpTheGhost @FcknFriendly Not long. Hour or two, maybe? {Blinking, she cast her gaze down to #Robert's hand on hers, entranced for a beat by the feeling of contact without the nightmarish symphony of gasping for air, choking and bone rattling coughs that seemed to inevitably follow.} Robert, I... --

-- her thoughts drifted to just how close behind them @FcknFriendly's men might be, she chanced giving @_GaveUpTheGhost a gentle shake, heart starting to pound.} Butch! /Please/ wake up. {nipping her lip} We gotta find somewhere to hide...

-- cicadas into a seemingly startled silence, she sat up like a shot, paling as she realized her hand was on @_GaveUpTheGhost, exhaling as she registered her trusty leather gloves against his cotton shirt. Thank /God/.} Butch. Butch, wake up. {Throat going tight as --

-- banish the remembered​ look of pain on @ViciousWeapon's face as #Magneto blew him backwards, putting hands on her, /forcing/ her to hurt people against her will. Just like @FcknFriendly wanted her to do.} NO! {Waking with a shout, the noise startling the buzzing --

-- out, gloved fingers closing around @_GaveUpTheGhost's shirt in her sleep. A heartbeat and she tensed, the visceral nightmare of #Logan being ripped from her by #Magneto making her gut twist. A hitched breath and she felt herself ready to scream, unable to bear or --

'It's gonna be fine, kid. You'll see. We'll protect each other.' {Turning fitfully in her sleep, the remembered sounds and smells of the train where she and @ViciousWeapon had rumbled promises of safety and friendship to each other running through her mind, she reached --

@_GaveUpTheGhost @SlasherMutant @FcknFriendly @FluidFatality @Be_Extra_Nice @Shoot4TheHead @TheOutpostDoc -- determined she wouldn't be the one to get them spotted.} Butch! They're comin'!

@_GaveUpTheGhost @SlasherMutant @FcknFriendly @FluidFatality @Be_Extra_Nice @Shoot4TheHead @TheOutpostDoc -- stepping out. Dropping to the seat before she could see whether or not it was #Silas, she stamped her foot to the floor mat, --