[ not that the squirrels would offer a whole lot in the way of food anyway. they'd want to go for deer, or, the carnivorous things. fun as that will be. but that isn't the biggest concern at the moment - not now.
now, it's this thing about walkers. cranks, if they're talking about the same thing, and that's a bigger threat than anything else, especially if they're close to a large group. and usually, it is a large group. the Flare always spreads. thomas likely looks something between turning a sickly, anxious kind of pale and just angry with himself. frustrated. he'd hoped, with the vegetation and how temperate things are here, it was at least somewhere close to the safe haven he'd seen through the Flat Trans, but he should know better by now.
nothing's ever safe anymore. not really. ]
Cranks are still people. They won't need noise to find us. [ they're insane, ravenous, and seem more dead than alive anymore, but they still think. make plans, scheme, build traps. discarding the half dismantled flashlight, thomas stands, starting to peer around - at the ruins, and then up, towards the trees. a camp on the ground makes them sitting ducks. they need to be hidden. ] Shit.
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[ not that the squirrels would offer a whole lot in the way of food anyway. they'd want to go for deer, or, the carnivorous things. fun as that will be. but that isn't the biggest concern at the moment - not now.
now, it's this thing about walkers. cranks, if they're talking about the same thing, and that's a bigger threat than anything else, especially if they're close to a large group. and usually, it is a large group. the Flare always spreads. thomas likely looks something between turning a sickly, anxious kind of pale and just angry with himself. frustrated. he'd hoped, with the vegetation and how temperate things are here, it was at least somewhere close to the safe haven he'd seen through the Flat Trans, but he should know better by now.
nothing's ever safe anymore. not really. ]
Cranks are still people. They won't need noise to find us. [ they're insane, ravenous, and seem more dead than alive anymore, but they still think. make plans, scheme, build traps. discarding the half dismantled flashlight, thomas stands, starting to peer around - at the ruins, and then up, towards the trees. a camp on the ground makes them sitting ducks. they need to be hidden. ] Shit.
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