into the night {{ OPEN

[jezebellz]

Like a piece to the puzzle that falls into place
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It was too quiet, she soon figured as she could feel her thoughts starting to drift off towards distant places and memories. The time that she was still in New York City, it all seemed so far away. Whenever she thought about it, it was like she was recalling someone else’s history, like she wasn’t looking at her own story but as if she was picturing someone else’s as they told their story. Asher had come a long way from the little catholic girl that she had been so many years ago. Her bright green eyes were focused onto the water as she found herself squatted near the bank of the river. It wouldn’t be the first time that she got so caught in her thoughts there that people were able to sneak up on her. Normally, people didn’t go there alone at the risk of running into raiders or some people from the other groups. The city had truly turned into a savage land after the virus had hit. People splitting up into groups, fighting amongst themselves. But it was the only way that she knew it so she couldn’t really judge it. She hadn’t been there that long just yet.

After Hoster passed away from the virus she had tried to get back to her parents, back to New York City but the measures that were taken against the virus wouldn’t allow her to go back there. So, she roamed the country for a few more years. Until, when she had just turned nineteen, she found a boat to bring her to Europe and by some wicked twist of fate she ended up in the city of Leeds. After ending up there Asher had never really thought about leaving again. It had turned into her home and along with the others in her own little tribe she didn’t mind being there. But she thought about leaving at times. Especially at times like this when she was alone and everything around her was surrounded in this eerie peacefulness that she didn’t trust. Her thoughts would drift off, her guard would go down. Though, it would take her a full two seconds to pull her gun from the holster and the knife from her shoe, but still, two seconds might be too slow.

In this day and age no one was safe anymore, or at least that was what it felt like. Every woman for herself, same with men. Asher ran her hand through her thick brown hair and stood up straight again, careful not to make a sound as she moved her backpack back over her shoulders again. Her ears were focused on detecting any kind of strange sound but for now it seemed that everything was clear. Asher was never worried though, she wasn’t one of those scared little girls. Then again, scared little girls wouldn’t be able to survive in this world where food was scarce and everything was ruined. She had never seen the city any other way then it was now but that didn’t make it any weirder to walk around there with everything so broken and dead and numb. It might not be a city that she had seen alive but she remembered New York City all too well and it was weird to think that maybe that strong city was now as broken as this one.

Asher moved her hands through her hair, pulling it back and wrapping the band from her wrist around her hair to keep it away from her face as she started to walk along the river. She wasn’t sure where the rest of her so called tribe was, even though she should have known because there was a reason why they had all decided to form a group. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her leather pants and kicked against some of the pebbles that were in her way. The days were long and filled with little to do. Asher often wondered if it would ever change, but then again she never worried about it. She didn’t mind the world the way it was.

. / open. / outfit. / riverside. / into the night - santana.

[Jason Love,,]

Jason Love,, ♥

He chewed his lip, a habit known when he was close to other humans. Being alone so long had changed him to almost animal-like behavior. He still could talk, he talked to himself and to the birds. But he wasn't used to anything talking back, and he knew as he silently watch a young woman walk by the river that she would certainly talk back. Probably be overjoyed to see him because of the few human lives that roamed around here, or try to kill him for his supplies and weapons like a raider. Raiders were easy enough to deal with, just predators that killed easy and were plentiful. But another real person, someone who wasn't a raider, scared Jason a little. But curiosity also held him. He hadn't seen a real person since he was 20, five years of being alone with the birds and the wind had seemed like paradise, and now here was another person to shatter that quiet oasis.

His ragged jacket shifted on his lean shoulders as he slowly followed at a distance. His feet made no sound on the ground as he carefully picked his way out of sight after her. Maybe she was just like the rest, someone who would think that there was something wrong with him, something needed to be fixed. He gripped the handle of the kukri, rage suddenly without warning pulsing in him. He gulped in air rapidly, holding it down as best as he could before it faded within seconds. He didn't see anything wrong with him, he was just more.. gifted than others. He walked a different path, his mother would say, one that only he knew the way down.

Excitement had a new flavor to this day, something new that he had taken up as man kind began to exist again, thrive in this deadened place. Being the way he was, he stayed away from men, they were only brawny behemoths that were more likely to kill than to talk. Raiders, he killed, ambushed and stuck in the gut or chopped at the throat from behind. Using guns were cheating in Jason's eyes, using a knife proved how silent you were and how quick you could be. A gun you could just shoot and point. A kurki you had to actually get close to your enemy, kill them with your own fashion instead of shooting them down like cattle. Humans deserved more than that, raider or not. Bullets were for animals, blades were for humans. But women, women he followed, watched. It wasn't slaking or anything, but he knew how more of a chance he had to actually talk to someone without threats or being killed. Before the virus hit, he got along more with girls because they understood him more and weren't quick to judge like guys.

He had to make a decision,he couldn't stay in the dark forever. And he knew the madness would have him if he stayed away from people too long. Already he could make lyrics out a bird's tune. He supposed that rushed up to her from behind wouldn't be so smart, she might spook and attack him. So he cut away from the river, sprinting ahead so that when he came back to the water, he was just a little bit in front of her out of sight. He slowed to a walk, waiting for her to walk to where he was before he stepped out into the open, his hand lightly rested on the hilt of the blade while his hazel optics fled over her, watching silently.

"Ello' there love, don't suppose you're a raider, you certainly don't look like one of 'em."

His voice charmed lightly without really knowing it, singsong like a bird's but heavy with Liverpool accent. He tucked his hands into his pockets, pulling back the side of his jacket to reveal just the jet handle of his blade. He shifted on his feet, head tilted as he chewed his lip. He was taller than her, but beyond that, not very intimidating. His shoulders and chest only out-muscled her because of his masculine form, but he knew that if anything, he would be more inclined to outrun her that outfight her.

He tilted his head slightly, regarding her with his light eyes as something strange. Like an endangered species seeing another of its kind and not even knowing what it is. Unblinkingly, his eyes were a mixture of curiosity, caution, and wariness. He was ready to run if she attacked, fight back if she pulled a gun. He wasn't very good threatened, it was something that sent off his BPD. But hopefully he could remain calm, collect himself and keep it stable so that he wouldn't scare away the only human he has talked to for years.