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Tweak says, "A perfect day for a bloodbath."

Graham Ross is a (hauntedsoul) wrote in rooms,
@ 2015-03-11 23:38:00

Entry tags:

!walking dead, *log, clementine murphy, graham ross, shane alexander

quicklog, TWD: graham + clem + shane
Who: Graham, Clem. (With Shane later)
What: Graham to the rescue~
Where: TWD.
When: Nowish.
Warnings/Rating: Probs violence, cursing, etc.

With matters sorted out, Graham headed for the zombie door-- third time's a charm, yeah? Whatever the hell that meant. He wasn't worried. He wasn't scared. He wasn't much of anything, truth be told. Numb. He was numb, but numb wasn't all that bad. It was comfortable. And having something to focus on that had nothing to do with Lore, that helped. He had a goal, a purpose: find Clem and Shane. Help them get out. What happened after didn't matter, first they had to get there.

He was dressed real simple, and he packed only essentials. Ammo, a change of clothes for Clem (and Shane too, in case), extra food and water, along with other various supplies. His gun was in his holster and a machete was strapped to his chest under his jacket; he'd reach for that first. And, all prepared, in he went. Shane's map and his own knowledge weren't much to go off of, but for Graham it was enough. He'd manage. He remembered where the prison was, knew he could find it all right, and from there he had the map. Might take some time, but he'd get there.

This time, he was alone.

Maybe he could've fallen back on old habits, but he'd made Lore a promise. No more, he said, and he wasn't about to go back on his word. It had to mean something. Her coming back, then leaving all over again, it couldn't be for nothing. A promise was a promise, yeah? So this was him, trying to let her go.

Shane hadn't been joking when he said the place was swamped, Graham found that out real fast. It was coming on nightfall by the time he reached the town, but the dead roamed the streets; he heard them before he saw them. He was quiet, careful, keeping out of sight while he scoped out the area and tried to work out his next step. There were too many to kill, even with the now bloodstained machete against his chest; it'd draw too much attention anyway. Best to see if he could keep behind the houses, find a way in round back. Less to deal with that way, maybe, and if he killed the zombies quick it might be okay.

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Re: TWD: graham + clem

mareas
2015-03-22 04:05 am UTC (link)

Clem did angry real well, though, and Jake had made her mad as hell. No point denying it. She still loved the boy like breathing, but she was spiky as could be when it came to being done wrong. No other way to look at it; Jake had done her real wrong, never even asking her say in a thing. It was slut shaming some, and it made her mad as brambles. But she still loved the boy with every bit of her that had loved on Lore, and so she'd give him the house and see him safe if he'd take it. Money didn't matter a lick to her; she had more of it than she'd ever know what to do with over in Gotham.

She smiled some when he replied dry about it being a real miracle they had women any, him and Shane, and her chuckle was a low thing, quiet, under breathing. Man always had that dry sense of humor, and it was good to see it back, instead of whatever had taken its place since Fall. "Hush about imposing," she said, an exasperated look paired with the words. "You know I don't offer a thing 'less I mean it. I'd just get real aggravated and toss you out on your ear anyway. Any of Shane's women still staying? I never did ask, seeing as we were busying dying some."

She could just brush off all that talk of loving, like she did with Carson, but seemed wrong to do that with him, seeing as she'd seen how that felt, straight from a bottle. "Think it's balance, honey. Love more, and it hurts more when it's gone. Don't love a whole lot, and you don't get any hurting." She gave him a real clear look, like she knew the answer to what she was asking without ever asking, so much so that she didn't even need to phrase it as asking, not any. "You had a choice, falling hard or not, you'd do the same damn thing all over, Graham."