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    brooke frowned, shed have to wait to hear hansens story, asher had appeared and they could go. leaning over she pressed the garage button and waited for the car to start.

    as it did and he pulled out she ignored the looked from zombies as the car raced off, passing the undead.

    while they were driving to wherever it was hansen was taking them brooke looked to asher and slurred out the words "did you ever drink and party? or were you always the 'school shooter' type of person?" she laughed not realizing how rude itd sounded, but she was drunk and she didnt care. "hey, can i get a cig?" she asked asher looking at him with hurt in her eyes. she just wanted to forget everything shed brought up minutes before

    she leaned close in between the two boys in the front and felt her stomach flutter. the alcohol had absorbed what little food was in her stomach and it growled louder then it ever had before. the smell of alcohol came off her but she still smelled like she always had, a slight touch of vanilla and lavender.

    she realized there was a cold metallic item pressed against her thigh and she pulled out the gun, fumbling to avoid the trigger, she slid it into the bag and covered her mouth as a hiccup came out. "man i hope we get there soon" she slurred staying where she leaned in between the two of them

    Asher kept the gun clenched in one hand, the bloody dog tags now around his neck in the other. He stared straight ahead. He felt shaky again. He shouldn't have eaten those granola bars, because he was feeling fine when he hadn't eaten anything, but now the hunger was bad enough to make him feel sick, which was ironic, because it also took away his appetite. He looked up as Brooke asked him that, and laughed out loud. "Nah, no one invited me to parties. 'Cause I always had this list going, right? And whenever someone would talk shit about me I'd scribble something down and everyone got scared shitless." That had been great, until he was sent to the counselor, who told him he had depression or some shit and suggested he go to a therapist, which he never did. If he'd told his dad what she said, he would've laughed.


    He didn't remember the cigarettes in his pocket until Brooke mentioned them. He grabbed them, took one out, and put it in his mouth while lighting it. Then, remembering the kid in the car, he put the window down, took his gun out, and readied himself in case a zombie decided to try shit. He handed one back to Brooke, and offered her the lighter. He started smoking when he started hanging out with the kids skipping class in the woods behind the school. He hadn't stopped, despite the warnings from melodramatic commercials and whatever. "Don't keep the windows closed, though," he muttered, almost to himself. "Shit could give the kid asthma."

    she grabbed the cig and lighter and lit it, rolling down the window while doing so. "if you used to live here you mightve known my mom" brooke said before taking a long puff off the cancer that was the cigarette "she was a nurse at the hospital around the corner, her name was lucy" she leaned back taking another puff from the cig and blowing it to the window.

    there were no more zombies on this part of the road, theyd stayed where asher had thrown the makeshift bomb to the other house thankfully. and now they could just talk until they got to the place they were going. "how old are you asher?" brooke teased, the words were sincere though. "sorry that we had to leave your home" she hiccuped again, and looked back to her bag when she heard his stomach growling. "ive got a can of speggetios?" she offered, holding it up to him with a fork. "cold sgettios arnt that bad" she murmured. she guessed she had more food then hed been able to get on his own. "the hospitals close by, once we get settled we should try to find things there" she hiccuped again, this time groaning as the alcohol tried fighting its way back up



    ooc: hey im going to get pizza (ive been watching fnaf and now i really want pizza lol) ill be back in like 30 mins to reply

    //hella up for a romance plot my dude! Jeremy is gonna be super in denial about it though hoho


    Jeremy was glad Asher burst in when he did, saving him from having to reply to Brooke. He wasn't really the sharing type. Especially not with a drunk nineteen year old he had just met with a penchant for mocking him. He didn't know what to say to her story, clenching his fists tightly around the wheel. He bristled as Asher and Brooke shared cigarettes, nervous for Claire - and for the open windows - but he kept his mouth shut. It wasn't a long drive.


    "do you miss your family? your friends? did you have friends?" Brooke's words rang in his ears as he drove. He tried to focus on Asher and Brooke's conversation, but his mind kept going back to her questions.

    No, he didn't miss his friends because he never had any.

    Did he miss his family? Again, not many to miss. Only child, just him and his dad, mom six feet under before he could even learn to spell his name.

    Just him and his dad.


    Just him and his -


    The car abruptly veered to one side of the road, and Jeremy realized he had loosened his grip on the wheel. "S-sorry - " he said, a spike of shock making his voice break a bit. Focusing back on the road, he pushed onward, glancing occasionally at the gas as he drove. The surprise had faded, but his breath was ragged behind his clenched teeth, his fists white with how tightly he squeezed the steering wheel.

    No, Jeremy wasn't much the sharing type. Not when just thinking about it made him go back.


    "Be patient you two, we're almost there - and how are you going to open that can up anyway?" Jeremy barked, back to his old bossy self as he glanced at the rear view mirror to check up on Clair, "And put those damn cigarettes out or so help me im kicking you out of this car! I have enough trying to kill me to add lung cancer on that list!"


    //also what time should we say the apocalypse has been going on for? Maybe a little less than a week?



    (c)trexgirl

    ooc: yea around like a week or so not too long but long enough that theyd gotten somewhat used to it but ill be back in like 30 mins



    ic: brooke took a long puff and threw the butt out the window before rolling it up. "maybe im trying to get lung cancer" she teased "ill be dammed if those things are what cause my death" she sat back and pulled out a bottle of water taking a small sip and looked at it like she wished it was more liquor

    she leaned close enough to be able to smell him again "you smell good" she teased still not 100% in control of the words that spilled from her mouth she had always been a flirty person but the flutter in her stomach was different and she pushed herself backwards to try ignoring the feeling that came up. "how much longer?" she complained jokingly obvious to the fact he was annoyed with too many questions

    Asher shut his eyes and took a long pull of the cigarette, blowing the smoke out the window. He leaned on the door of the car, watching the landscape pass out the window, abandoned, rotting from the inside out. It was sort of fucking cool. He supposed he wasn't accepting the reality of the situation or some bullshit, but if accepting reality meant falling into a depressive spiral he wasn't about to do it. He glanced at the dashboard, turned the music on. He'd already had a CD in there, and it started blasting Green Day, and he grinned at Brooke.


    "'M sixteen." He wasn't sure why he felt it necessary to lie about his age by one year, but being 15 seemed too young. Maybe if he was one year older they'd take him seriously. "It's whatever about the leaving home thing. There wasn't any shit there for me anymore. And no thanks for the spaghettios." He still felt sick. The thought of eating made his stomach turn uncomfortably. It was really the only thing he could decide right now, whether or not to eat. When Hansen told him to put out the cigarette, he rolled his eyes. "Don't be a baby, I'm smoking out the window. It's my car anyway. Jesus. So don't fucking wreck it."


    ooc: im very supportive of this romance but fair warning ashers totally gonna have an unrequited crush on hansen

    // EXTREME FINGER GUNS BC TBH AWKWARD JEREMY IS SECRET BI COUGH

    poor guy doesn't understand romances and already he's trapped in a love triangle ho boy i love this


    Either way Claire is gonna have some parents to take care of her

    Hansen for number one dad 2k17


    //also to be honest my boy may or may not ...not be okay...just a heads up


    "WATCH YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!" Hansen screamed, slamming his fist against the dashboard. Listening to Brooke joke about trying to get cancer, then breach his personal space to whisper a wine-smelling flirt in his ear, then whine then Asher cussing and the fucking spaghetti-os again - bullshit why even offer spaghetti-os if there was no fucking can opener?! Did she think she could just open that damn thing with her teeth!? And even if by some god-intended miracle she could, it would spill all over the place - and fuck Asher and his claiming of the car! He was goddamn sixteen wasn't like he was gonna use it! He wasn't ever going to get his licence because everyone running the DMV was fucking dead - so where his parents, so where Brooke's and Claire's and - and -

    Bitting hard on his lip, trying hard to hold tighter to the wheel to hide the fact that his hands were trembling, Jeremy abruptly swung the car to the left, entering a dirt road. "We're here," he said at last, his voice tight, nodding to the lonely house up ahead. "There's still some electricity and running water. Go wild," he said as he parked the car. He barely waited for the engine to stop before jumping out.

    "Don't go into the last door down the hall," he ordered, slamming the door shut, still radiating irritation as he turned his back, "And if anyone even GLANCES towards the shed outside i'm blowing your brains out, got it?" he snarled, before shoving his hands into his pocket and heading into the house.




    (c)trexgirl

    Ooc: *sits back and enjoys this because fuck yes*




    Ic: when the car stopped brooke climbed out, helpimg claire as much as she could, her drunkness made it hsrd to unbuckle the car seat. When she finally got it undone she stammered to the hansen "sorry" she looked at him upset. She could tell shed upset him but before she could try to comfort him more she turned and vomited into the dirt, ridding her body of the toxins shed drunk so eagerly.

    "I guess i over did it" she laughed before vomitting once more into the dirt and slippingto her knees to stay upright on the ground that spun beneath her feet. She decided to lay her head to the ground "im gonma just.. gonma just lay here for now" she whimpered retching once more


    Ooc: brooke is me af when im drunk tho thank god i dont drink anymore :p


    The anger that shook him made it difficult for him to stop walking. But his conscious was louder, and he halted. It took him a moment, though, to hike up the resolve - and to calm down enough - to turn around. Part of him wanted to slap Brooke silly for getting herself drunk in the first place, but he knew that'd be taking things too far. In fact, yelling a moment ago had been too far, too.

    This usually happens when he thought about his dad. Even for a split second. It just always left him feeling just so...pissed. Normally, it was just a moment of anger that disappeared as soon as he punched a wall or visited the shed, but it was a lot easier to take that anger out on his new-found companions...It - it wasn't a good feeling.


    So, as a wordless "im sorry" , Jeremy trudged back to Brooke's side and pulled back her hair, letting her vomit without anything in the way. Patting her back, he looked over at Claire and Asher, "Don't drink, kids," he said sternly, but with an almost - ALMOST - teasing sparkle in his eyes.


    "Are you finished?" he asked Brooke at last, looking back down at her. This was the last time he let her drink so much.



    (c)trexgirl

    While he visibly flinched when Hansen started yelling, Asher put his hands on his head, in frustration that was maybe not equal to Hansen's but was definitely present. "Jesus fucking Christ, chill out!" He put out the cigarette, letting the butt fall from the window because hopefully some zombie would eat it and die, and sat with his arms crossed, staring out the window. Maybe Hansen needed a cigarette. He smirked a bit at the thought.


    When they arrived, he exited the car with his heart beating uncomfortably fast. Hansen was fucking angry, and he'd felt the tension. It was probably the fact that he had to put his cigarette out, not that he was going to have a fucking panic attack over some hormonal ass teenager. Or someone shoving spaghetti-o's at him. He saw Brooke throwing up, though, and paused before he went to be a emo piece of shit somewhere else. He grabbed the water bottle Hansen had offered him (he'd had plenty of water) and offered it to Brooke. "Usually when I get drunk--" He paused, glancing at Hansen. "I heard when you get drunk you get really fucking dehydrated and it gives you headaches and shit." He cracked it open, and placed it next to her. "Okay, I'm gonna go check out that shed over there t' see if there's any cool weapons-- no, I'm fucking with you, I'm going inside the house." He grinned at Hansen, and started towards the door.


    ooc: every single one of these kids is a mess and im here for it

    Claire climbed out with the help of a drunken Brooke and she stood at the car watching her throw up the small remains that she had. Claire looked away and hugged the teddy closer not letting it go at all. Without saying anything, she kept her head down and quickly walked into the house to find a spot to sleep.


    "went to be a emo piece of shit somewhere else" Asher: most relatable out of all of them

    we've got Claire with her now-childhood-trauma, Brooke with her substance abuse, Asher with depression and Jeremy with his PTSD

    fuckin love these kids


    He snapped his gaze to Asher, catching his stumble. Dude was sixteen and he'd gotten drunk before? He frowned at him, disapproving - then again Brooke was also not of age to be drinking either. These kids were such a mess! He opened his mouth to snap again at Asher for dropping the F-bomb, but forced himself to keep silent. Again, he still felt bad about yelling at the guy. It had been a moment of weakness, and he needed to attest to that.


    His shame was nearly thrown out the window when Asher mentioned the shed. He clenched his fist, he simply glowered at the boy. He didn't appreciate this joke. "Don't go into the room at the end of the hall, either," he practically snarled. He wondered, suddenly, why the hell he let these hoodlums into his property. He may be growing to trust them, but this was but he didn't find them faithful enough to adhere to his wishes. He knew, obviously, it was his own fault for not telling them what was in the room or the shed - but it was none of their damn business anyway!

    He clenched his teeth, fighting off another wave of gut-burning anger.



    (c)trexgirl

    brooke sipped the water and sat up "ive been drunk plenty of times i know what to do. but when you hvnt eatten or slept, well thats different" she laughed before using hansens figure to lean against while pulling herself up. she could feel him clentch his body as asher taunted him and it made her feel a feeling she didnt understand, sympathy? maybe? "asher just listen to his wishes and be greatful" she remarked sharply before shuddering as nausea hit her in waves, but shed puked everything shed drunk and eaten in the past day and it was just a dry nausea that seemed worse then the vomiting.

    "lets just get inside, you said there was water? is there a shower?" she begged silently that there was a shower, her sober mind wanted to clean up because of how long itd been, but her still intoxicated mind wondered

    Asher rolled his eyes at Hansen again, sticking his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "I was kidding," he said, sounding vaguely annoyed. "I swear I won't look at your sex dungeon or whatever's in the shed." He pulled his backpack over his shoulders, and stepped into the house after Claire, arms crossed over his chest. He glanced around, tossed his bag on the couch, frowned. He wasn't sure why he felt so... upset. This was probably the safest he'd been in days, a week, maybe, because he wasn't alone anymore. So was he getting all choked up? It wasn't fair. He hadn't cried when he saw his family dead-- he'd just realized he needed to survive alone, rode on the adrenaline rush.


    He didn't have the adrenaline rush anymore. It was too bad, because now he could actually embarrass himself in front of some strangers. He slumped to the couch, put his face in his hands, and shuddered a little. Maybe he'd just go to sleep for a while. He'd done it multiple times in the past week, just collapsed into a bed in order to erase himself from everything for a while. But whatever. He felt kind of bad for fucking with Hansen, but honestly, he had no other defense mechanism. Hansen'd already kicked his ass once.

    brooke stammered in close behind asher and went to find the bathroom, making sure that she didnt go in the room hansen had asked her not to. "hansen bring me my -hiccup- clothes please" she said turning to find the bathroom. the house smelled homely and it made her have a sense of happiness that she hadnt felt in awhile. even before the outbreak. she didnt want to be at college but she had to be because her mother made her. she hadnt felt a homely vibe to anywhere in months, but something about this place plus the effects of what was left of the world just made her happy. she snapped too when she realized she had paused in the middle where the others were gathered and she was just standing there, wobbly and drunk. the sight made her stomach drop, the world was turned to shit and these people were the ones she was stuck with. but when she turned back to hansen it didnt seem to bad. he was kinda cute after all. and claire needed them, but asher made her weary about the situation. but then again maybe she was wrong, maybe shed end up really loving these 3. turning back to hansen her still intoxicated mind jumped to the thoughts of the shower she so desperately needed and she couldnt save herself from making a joke that only she would find funny "hey, maybe we could save water by having shower buddies" she winked at him while laughing at the joke she made hoping it didnt offend anyone


    //casually mentions that if anyone should...Oh i dunno, accidentally sneak into the bedroom or Shed while Jeremy isn't looking that I can casually pm whats inside in case said character goes in while im not online ~~


    He brisled when Asher accused the shed of being a sex dungeon. That little ass - Jeremy wasn't a violent person, gun lessons aside, but never before had he wanted to punch another human being harder than shit in the face. Make him eat those words - how dare he! Jeremy was giving him food, water, shelter - and he had the gall to accuse his --

    He forced himself to swallow, glancing down at Brooke when she spoke. He wrapped his arm around her waist, guiding her to the door. He made one last peek around the surrounding area, but he knew no zombies would come. Not this far out where not many human prey resided. She he led Brooke in and escorted her to the bathroom. "wash up, you smell terrible" he said, again with the ghost of a joke in his eyes before he pulled away, "towels should be in the cabinet." He blushed at her comment of showering together, quickly pushing her as gently as possible inside the washroom before shutting the door.

    Then, he looked outside at the darkening sky, and turned to Asher and Claire. "Ive got three room's, my-erm, the one you're not allowed to go into, my room and the guest. Brooke and Claire can sleep in the guest, since it's a queen size bed, and Asher you can sleep in my room. Don't worry, I didn't stink it up," he added, before heading into the kitchen, placing his backpack on the counter, "im going to stay up and keep guard. Ill wake one of you up if I start falling asleep though," but he doubted it. He hadn't done much sleeping since the start of all this, and he sure as hell wasn't going to sleep with a bunch of strangers around.

    Flicking on the stove, he pulled out Asher's family's pot which he had taken from his house and set about to preparing the can of spagetti-os.




    (c)trexgirl

    Claire smiled softly and rubbed her eyes like a cute sleepy child. She went over and hugged Hansen "T...thank you Hansen..."she felt so short because she could only reach his legs. For a seven-year-old she was small and even acted younger then she normally is but that is what makes everything cute about her. She yawned softly before heading into the guest room. She tried to get on the bed but found that it was a little to difficult. She walked back to Hansen almost in tears, "H...Hansen...I cant...get...on...the...bed" she said in between sobs as she was really tired.

    brooke watched hansen go before turning on the shower, she could barely take the clothes off before jumping in, the feeling of the water on her skin was one shed missed so much that she couldnt contain it. she washed off the dirt and smell of death and then washed her hair. she hadnt realized how dirty itd been, her once bright red hair was red/brown and all the water that rushed from her body was dark brown dirt and old blood. once shed finished she looked like a different person, she stopped in front of the mirror and looked at herself, she could see the outlines of some ribs but still had the same size. it hadnt been too long since the outbreak, and shed always been small so there wasnt a big difference. but after washing up her skin was now pale white, whiter then before and her red hair was now bright again, she put it up in a pony tail and pulled a pair of pj shorts on that she had in her bag, followed by a tight tank top. the best that she had for sleeping in when she didnt have much clean clothes.

    she sat down in the bathroom waiting a bit longer before walking back out. thinking about how different things were now. but she had to push the thoughts back as she got up and went to join the others.

    "i can sleep on the couch. itll make me feel better, i can see the front door" she said to hansen when she found him, shed heard him say she could sleep in the guest room before starting the shower




    ooc: yess lol i love this little family so much


    He paused in his mad cooking skills when he felt tiny arms wrp around his leg. He hesitated, then let his shoulders relax and a smile to finally grace his features. Ruffling her red curls again, he said said, "no problem." He'd never had a little sister before, but watching her go, he felt a sudden realization that he'd cross hell and back before letting anyone touch that child. He felt his heart practically shatter when she returned to inform him she couldn't reach the bed. Glancing towards Brooke, he frowned when she refused to take the guest room - partly because he was being nice, and partly because, when Asher takes his room, the cough was essentially the only place Jeremy could sleep, but since he didn't want to sleep anyway, he decided against telling her off.

    Instead, he said, "Man the spaghetti," before picking Claire up and taking her to the room. "I'll be in the living room if you need anything, anything at all, alright?" he told her, tucking her into bed, making sure her stuffed animal was close at hand.




    (c)trexgirl