ᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡɪɴs. (Private for Birdy.)

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_{[ I think we should do the bxg because I know I have more muse for a romance. c: ]}

_{she made not a sound as she trekked along the roadside. minding her balance to keep quiet, her optics scanned the terrain, which seemed as if nature had finally ruled over human civilization. vines raveled themselves around crumbled buildings, and tree roots erupted from floors, breaking apart the bricks. it was amazing how the human kind even overtook nature- gained control. we picked out what were weeds, and ignored their beauty to only see the troublesome nature they grew in. yeah, well now the weeds were everywhere. beautiful colors of yellows and violets, growing in each and every crevice.}

_{the creepiest thing, even more than the wrecked and abandoned cars, the broken glass, and the October sunlight, the creepiest thing is the silence. there was a certain silence that hung in the air, so obvious yet subtle. no, not like any silence you have heard before. no, it was so much more. so demanding to be heard. the hum is gone. you remember it- unless you grew up on a mountain or in a cave your whole life, there was always the hum. that's what life was here. it was the sea of noise we swam in. the constant sound of all the things we built, the mechanical song you could call it. electronic symphony. the hum of all our things and all of us. just... gone.}

_{this is the sound of the earth- before we conquered it.}

_{her mind was a storm if thoughts, all swirling around and jumbling together. a huge mess. there had to be others out here, she knew there were- some groups and some stragglers. but it was hard to come to terms with something that you couldn't know for sure. that you had to trust in it to keep pushing forward- to keep on living your life. because, there had to be something- right? she couldn't just be the last person on earth. though she knew she wasn't- the thought always managed to shove its way into her thoughts and worries.}

_{her breath came in puffs in the cold air, as her sneakers ran across the gravel roads that were left. she never really had interest in big cities, even before the world went to hell. the jumble of people, the constant complaining, and the pollution that filled the very air they called clean. it was a mess, maybe even as messy as her thoughts now.}

_{alone, alone, alone. falon you're alone.}

_{the nagging thoughts kept biting at her, yet they kept pushing her forwards. there was no escape to this life- none that she would dare take. the only hope she had was to simply keep going. after all, if she just stopped she would be dead meat. falon had always been on the run it seemed. never staying in one place- ever since she was old enough to actually get out of her parents grasp. moving around, not hesitating to leave just because a few friends she had made. after all, one day they would part anyways. she had never really grown attached or close to someone. she always seemed to distance herself, self defense. yet she didn't know why, she just pushed it away as she did everyone else.}

_{the soft whine of her stomach snapped her from her thoughts, causing her eyes to search. she hadn't eaten for a while- something you learned to deal with as the world was practically sh*t. she hadn't come across a zombie, or a walker, in a while. they weren't very smart- but they did know where you were and how to get you. the crossbow dangled in her hand. the machine, light and a charcoal, was her bestie. bestie of bestie's, a machine meant to kill. the girl pushed her hair from her eyes, to find herself in the woods yet again. a place she took comfort in.}

_{perfectly on time, and not a moment too late, her eyes caught a buck. the deer had large antlers, seeming to show them off. bringing the bow up to rest on her shoulder, she gazed through the scope at the mammal. it was a beauty, and certain to keep her full for days. resting the dot on the deer's proud chest, she took a breath before pulling back on the trigger, releasing the arrow. the moment she brought her eyes up from the scope, the buck let out a miserable sound before falling to the ground. a small pity filed her, yet she knew she had to. kill or be killed.}

_{the girl slowly rose from the bushes, her eyes on the prize that she had just taken the life of. she slowly made her way to the clearing where the buck lay, pulling an arrow from her stash, and loading it just in case. she kneeled down next to the animal, her fingers finding the arrow, and pulling it free.}

_{[ so I was thinking she could be on the opposite side of the woods- and that's how they see each other for the first time. c:
also, sorry it's so long- I honestly didn't even know I would write that much...]
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_{[ haha- thank you c: so I hope your ok with limited cursing- though I always star it out just in case. tell me if you have a problem- and I can fix it in a snap. ]}

_{she quickly drew the arrow out, knowing the animal was already gone. she shouldered the sling that held her arrows to the ground, and pulled out a white rag, polishing the arrow and cleaning it swiftly. she noted she would clean it better once she had the chance- but her main priority was the buck now.}

_{she decided she would set up camp overnight in the woods, and pull the buck there. she knew she would have trouble- but she could do it- after all she was no twig. the girl slung the sling over her shoulder and set her crossbow down gently, obviously careful with the weapon. her optics gazed over the beast, whom was once beautiful and prideful.}

_{then she heard the footsteps. her gaze immediately snapped up. she didn't remember reaching for her weapon; one minute it was laying in the grass, the next it was propped on her shoulder, the scope directed on the figure. as the human stepped out from the shrubbery, she didn't move. didn't speak. she was quite honestly in shock- she hadn't seen another person in months. an actual living- breathing person. but she knew better than to just wave a hello and share small talk about the weather. oh no, this was an actual human. a human in the times where the world was a pile of dead rubble. it made people insane- dangerous- stone cold killers. she was not letting her guard down for this man.}

_{her optics scanned him, as if measuring him up to see if she could take him. he was no Dwayne Johnson- but he was no stick either. this was not her- not like her to measure someone up; to think she could take him on. god it was so unlike her.}

_{at the sound of his voice, she glared up at him. after he finished his comment, she knew he was real. as if challenging him, falon rose to her feet, crossbow aimed directly at his skull. oh no he didn't. what did he expect? her to to a little bow, giggle a "whoopsie!" and skip off into the sunset... and starve? his threat humored her.}

_{"let's see here. I can either retreat like an idiot- and starve to death. or be a human and stand up to you and risk the quick death."}

_{she snapped. she hadn't even thought of saying it- it simple spilled out of her mouth like a waterfall. the snarky side was still bright in her, and she was truly surprised at that. after staying mute for months- she finally spoke and it was a sarcastic comment. of course.}

_{but this wasn't just dinner. oh no, it was much more than that. she could sheath the antlers, shape them into weapons; knives. the meat would surely last her weeks- even a month or more due to how little she was used to eating these days. and it was winter- prey would be virtually impossible to find in these conditions. she was not going to let this random stranger simply take her prize.}

_{there was another side to her, though. this was a human. an actual human. a freaking human! he was probably just like her- close to starvation, weak, and exhausted. tired of this sh*t they all had to put up with constantly.}

_{an idea sparked up in her mind. one where they could split the buck. but showing weakness as he pointed a bow to her, yeah probably not so clever. if he had come across more humane- she would gladly share it and get along like two little happy campers- hey they might even sing some songs around the fire. right.}

_{"shoot me. go ahead. I'd rather die than face this f*cked up world with people like you around here."}

_{she said, a bit sourly. the words fell out. again. but were they ever so truthful. people who would come arrow with a weapon pointed at you, threatening to take what was rightfully yours, with such nerve. it ticked her off, and she would often debate whether to kill herself. she had even made attempts at times- but could never bring herself to do such things. yet she would shoot the head off a walker in a heartbeat.}

_{was she like him? was she another cold animal- that she called herself a human? it shook her at times- processing it. maybe she was insane. how would she know? she had no one to compare herself to. she could very well be mental and not know it. but she would risk her life over an animal she needed in order to survive.
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_{[ oh great! yeah I curse often if my character is all that, haha! it's fine c: ]}

_{the short silence that filled in between their speech was nerving. her stomach was in a knot of hunger and how she felt of this inhumane world. but as his bow was drawn back further, she knew her last comment would stand. she didn't move- didn't try to move away or defend herself, just stood there calmly. she let her crossbow slid down, resting on her hip, as if stating "why the hell should I try?" his comment was harsh, she didn't regret her choices though. sure, she could be ignorant but she was not going to die in cold blood. not trying to take another's life just so her's would be avenged.}

_{she would die with her human side.}

_{but as his arm lowered the weapon- she had to admit into surprise. most would have killed her and taken the meat without care. she scanned his face, searching for something, anything. as her gaze met his, she knew he wasn't like most she had come across. the ones whom care only for their own lives- and take others even when not necessary.}

_{she didn't respond as he muttered an apology. the buck that lay at her feet seemed to disappear from their cares- as he then asked a rather random question. color?}

_{it was so perfectly random- so odd yet so... common. it was funny how the world could flip around a simple question into different states- some weird some casual. it was such a simple question- yet so off. it was simply perfect.}

_{she nearly laughed, at how pleasing to hear such a humane thing. it was truly great.}

_{"well- I've always liked blue I suppose."}

_{she said, a bit quietly. the girl was merely 19, and faced so much. so much pain and so many *ssholes in her life. screwed up childhood- alike most, paired with an actually great future but one she didn't wish as it was planned out for her, escaping a kidnapper when she was 14 and the world had begun to turn. it started when she was almost 14. 5 years. 5 years facing rapists, killers, and even the uncommon cannibal.}

_{feeling her legs grow tiresome from the defensive stance, and locking of them, she glanced at the ground, which was full of tall grass. she sat down, simply crossing her legs as she sat on the floor, her crossbow draped across a small bump in the earth beside her.}

_{"what's yours?"}

_{she asked, glancing up at him for a response. it was such a pleasure to have a normal talk with someone. hell they could talk about the weather for all she cared about- she loved to hear the sound of voices. it filled the silence that she had grow to hate. she would do anything to break it- she would sing or hum, whenever she was alone or walking.}

_{this was like a present.
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_{she gazed at the carcass for a minute. it was the whole reason they met and risked their lives- and now they were discussing colors. it almost made her laugh aloud.}

_{she nodded simply, a small smile still lingering across her lips at his response. the cold began to reach its frigid hands around her, nipping at her simple large sweatshirt and jeans. clothes were a struggle to find. after living in the apocalypse for about 4 years- the shops had already been raided, stolen of their precious resources. food gone. water gone. clothes. medicine. everything worth grabbing- simply gone.}

_{she had managed to scout out a large gray sweatshirt. it wasn't her size by any means- as the sleeves often fell further than her fingertips. but it was very warm, and the only thing she could actually seek out in this world. yet it wasn't fit for these horrid conditions of weather.}

_{at his next comment she slowly shook her head. she had never really stayed in one place- never. she was always walking- to keep warm and just in hope of coming across something- anything. she would often stop at dusk, and set up a small camp with the basics. an in well condition lantern; fires were too dangerous, attracting humans due to the smoke. she had a sleeping bag, and a couple prized processions, and water. it all fit neatly into her backpack. luckily.}

_{"no... I usually don't stay somewhere for long."}

_{she said, glancing up at him briefly.
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_{[ sorry- low muse currently! ]}

_{falon rose again to her feet, brushing off the earth from her jeans. she picked up her weapon once more, and slid the strap over her shoulder, shrugging it over. at his next few statements she smiled politely.}

_{she didn't know though, if she should actually trust him that much. putting her life in the hands of a stranger who attempted to kill her only minutes ago. maybe not the best decision she could make.}

_{"erm... I dunno."}

_{she said, her voice a bit strained.}

_{falon glanced down at the buck, and how it simply lay there- finally conquered. she let out a sigh, as if giving in.}

_{"sure. it's not like it's better out here anyways, right?"}

_{she finally decided, a smile playing across her face. she shouldered her bow once again before asking.}

_{"thank you. so which way is it?"}

_{she said, wondering how far they had to carry this massive mammal to his camp. she expected only a little camp set up, a few logs or sleeping bags and blankets. the thought of merely that made her think she was incredibly lucky.
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_{falon shouldered her crossbow once more before allowing him to find his grip. as he struggled, she walked up to him, and at his request, took an antler with both hands. she began to pull as he did- and together they managed to haunt the buck away.}

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_{they soon reached the cabin, and she had to refrain from dropping her jaw at the house. she had never actually seen a building in years that wasn't crumbled over and hunched, straining to keep up. this was a simple log cabin- yet in such good condition due to the world that was broken. the best building she had seen hadn't even a proper roof.}

_{as they hauled the mammal into the home, she sat down, with a huff. as he kneeled down to tend to the fire, she glanced briefly around. it wasn't a mansion but it was no building she had seen recently. the girl swung her cross bow down, setting it neatly on the floor. she then slid off her heavy backpack, which also held the stash of arrows, poking their heads out.}

_{at his words, she leaned back. nodding at the first note, and stopping to think for a minute at his question.}

_{"well- probably since I was 15, almost 16. right after the world went to sh*t."}

_{she crossed her legs, and rubbed her tired some eyes. her optics found the windows- showing that it was nearly sunset. the girl was now 19, it had been nearly 4 years since the world turned around.}

_{"yeah, i was living with my father and brother. but, as the world turned- my brother turned to hide with the big groups. you know the kind- whom go around killing others and raiding their supplies. my father and I stayed together. didn't work out good. he got shot in the chest, this group was following us. got him."}

_{she muttered, resting her elbows on the armrest of a chair.}

_{"he died- and I had to leave. hurt my leg, but managed to escape. so yeah."}

_{she finished quickly, not wanting to rant. she finally gazed back at him, cocking her head just slightly.}

_{"what about you? what's your story?"
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