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Angel, with his vague understanding of the hungry being before him, offered the hot dogs again, even doing so much as to open them, the smell hitting his nose and he realized how hungry he was, even for crappy, cold meat. “For, for you.” And then there’s that familiarity in the other’s face, which Angel would never forget, had known so well before everything went to shit. “Ye-yeah!” His words came out a little too excited, a little louder than he would’ve liked, and he was immediately looking around for other beings, eyes wide, mouth closed. Once it seemed the coast was clear, he took a small step forward.
“Y-you’re, you’re Romy. I’m, I’m An-Angel. D-do, do you re-remem-remember me?” Tears threaten to form; he realized he needed this - needed someone to recognize him, someone good like Romy had been to him, to help him out a little more. “Pl-please, please rememb-ber me…”
Once the package was opened, the stench filled his nostrils and in a moment of anger he slapped it out of the other’s hand. R released a loud, and angry growl at the other followed by a strong “No.” When Angel’s tone increased an adrenaline rush pulsed through his veins, eyes widened and gaze quickly turning behind him to see if there was anyone else coming. This kid has to keep his cool, M is going to kill me if he finds out I’m standing here actually talking to this guy. His attention slowly shifted back to the other he noticed he too was suddenly petrified.
Lifting one hand to his lips he gently tapped them, signalling to be quiet. “Not. Safe.” The corpse insisted. The names Angel was throwing at R didn’t really do much. His memory was shot, all he knew was he woke up... dead in an apartment building in the city. He tried, genuinely tried for a moment to try and scrap together the few memories he had, but he wasn’t sure if they were his, or someone elses. Shaking his head no, he frowned, and felt what he could only assume to feel the slightest pang of grief which took him by surprise considering all he felt usually was hunger.
“Know..... Me?” He asked as one hand lifted to press against Angel’s chest.
#𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩. ( conversations. )#gsklhfSKLHBVROI HE'S TRYING HE'S LEGIT LIKE#OK KID U NEEDA BEQUIET#AND HE'S LOWKEY LIKE#someone who actually knows me this is trippy as FUC IM eMOTIONAL#ROMY NEEDS ANGEL TOO OK
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“ So much for dreaming. You can't be whatever you want. All I'll ever be is a slow, pale, hunched-over, dead-eyed zombie. What did I think was gonna happen? That she'd actually want to stay with me? It's hopeless. This is what I get for wanting more. I should just be happy with what I had. Things don't change. I need to accept that. It's easier not to feel. Then I wouldn't have to feel like this. ” - whatareycu
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+4 strangers ( @musestorp, @cvrktrees, @liionhearteds, @tragicloss )
I’m fucking starving, he thought, R’s one single train of thought these days was his hunger. His continuously unsatisfied hunger. He could feel his body weaken more and more as the monster within became much stronger. His eyes scanned the abandoned airport and he didn’t see many walkers about. This was curious to him. Not even boneys lurking in the corner. Venturing deeper into the port, he could hear the lulls of groaning with stuffled footsteps. So he followed it. I’ve never seen everyone gather in one place before. Did I miss a memo on some kind of Zombie-Christmas?
To his surprise, he found his fellow corpses all huddled around a group of survivors, desperately trying to fight for their lives. He stood back for a moment, before he saw one of the survivors break away from the group, and the monster within began itching beneath his rotting flesh. A quiet groan left his lips as he decided to follow them into the nearby hallway, his footsteps heavy and stifled as he tried his hardest to keep his gaze locked on the now bolting survivor.
#𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩. ( conversations. )#HELLO#thank you so much for following!#please if you don't like this starter / want a different one just shoot me a message!#also feel free to respond to this however you'd like im working on his page a bit still so if you're not familiar w the movie hit me up and#we can plot or chat or whatever!
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A primal instinct compels him to take a step back for each shuffling step his once friend takes forward. It’s not that he’s afraid, no, not of Romy. He’s afraid of what Romy is. He’s seen what they did to some poor dog, cornering the beast and shredding it. If they could do that to a dog, what could Romy do to him? And then he stops, listens to his childhood friend speak, takes two hesitant steps forward, offering a pack of hotdogs ( a luxury in the compound he’d come from ).
“He-here, Rom. I… I do-don’t like-ke me-meat an-anyway.” And it wasn’t really a lie; he’d thrived under the diet of vegetables while trapped, and he’d quickly learned what foods to eat outside the safety of the wall. These were unspoiled, luckily, and he’d have to eat them quickly anyway. “Pl-please… y-you can, you can have it.”
His attention fell to the meat logs that the man held before himself. R studied the package for only a moment before he felt what he could only assume to be his stomach turning. Can my stomach even do that anymore? Since when did I have a picky appetite. I guess you can’t fool the zombie. He thought, his gaze lifting to meet the other’s. Lifting his hand to point at his mouth he mimicked biting and shook his head with an almost bewildered look. “Eat.” He responded, forcing the word out with a soft stammer.
He then proceeded to point at the other, before stopping himself once again. He took notice of the space between them and took a cautious step backwards. “R--....” He forced, his eyes wide and interested in the other. A look of familiarity in his gaze as he pointed to his own chest. “R-.... Romy?” What kind of a fucking name is Romy, for fucks sake. Were my parents some sort of hippies? Maybe he has me mistaken for someone else. Though, he doesn’t seem very confused... His mind racing a million miles a minute, but his brain and mouth just didn’t seem to have the connection it once had.
#GOD he barely says anything but please he wants to say everything#he wants to literally and metaphorically pick apart his BRAIN#𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩. ( conversations. )
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Of course, his luck, he leaves home in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, escaping from a religious compound only to find the world outside is almost literally hell. It’s better than his trapped existence, though. Angel manages to escape unscathed, though, leaving in the middle of the night without the armed guards noticing, running across open fields, snivelling as he follows roads and roads. He finally falls upon an airport, quiet aside from the lulling moans of the undead, and he can practically smell food.
Once inside, he is drawn towards the food court, and almost silently picks his way through the food, taking packaged chips, water, even daring a single soda. And then he stands, preparing to go, only to find himself face to face with the creature. But it’s not any creature, nothing that he’s run away from in the past few days. This is someone he knew, someone he’d grown up with. And he can only stand there for a moment, frozen.
“—Romy?”
Romy, Romy-- Romy? Really? He thought, his brows furrowing for only a moment before his strength escaped him again and the aroma wafting off the stranger was becoming overwhelming. A low growl left his lips as he broke eyecontact, “F....” He tried, though the word food was definitely not coming to him the way he desired. R wasn’t sure if it was the everlasting hunger or if it was the strange familiarity that washed over him standing there just a few feet away from this stranger, but he felt compelled to move closer. Slumping his way across the room his head hung and shoulders slouched as his gaze finally made it’s way back to the stranger.
“Hungry.” He finally choked out, “Eat.” What a great vocabulary I’ve constructed, his thoughts scorning him as his brows knit together once more, the way the stranger was looking at him reminded him vaguely of how M looked at him. That strange sense of... knowing was growing stronger as his brows lifted and eyes widened.
#𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩. ( conversations. )#WOOOO i write /shit/ im sorry#i am still trying to feel out how to play him#but bye
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+ 6 strangers ( @fragiilex, @cfkillers, @probablyworried, @heavenlyfcclings, @innigissimo, @thcbcdlcnds )
And here we were, again, as he was every single day now. Wandering an abandoned building, in search of something, or rather someone, to eat. The lull of other zombies groaning was almost enough to drown out the sound of steady footsteps coming from the floor above them, but R caught the noise and lifted his gaze. Maybe it’s an old man who people left behind, maybe he deserves to die. He thought, as he began making his way toward the stairs. The aroma of living flesh drawing him in, the zombie side of him began to get all riled up. The excitement of feeding on a human’s brain, and satisfy this everlasting hunger for a moment, was enough to speed up his walking. It wasn’t until he came face to face with the human, one brow slowly raising as he studied them. Well, shit.
#indie rp#𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩. ( conversations. )#wow this is a shit starter im sorry i rushed a lil#bybeybebyeb#feel free to respond however you want#they could have a gun pointed at him#or could be entirely defenseless or whatEVER you want#just pls don't blow his brains out you can shoot or stab him in the stomach just not the face not his precious face#also HELLO THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING
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Don't be creepy. Don't be creepy. Don't be creepy.
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every person on tumblr ever
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Endless List of Favourite Movies: Warm Bodies (2013)
↳ It was scary at first but, every great thing starts out a little scary,doesn’t it?
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I don’t even have to be a zombie to experience this.
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Get to know me: Favorite Male Characters (10/50)
↳ R (Warm Bodies)
“I wish I could introduce myself, but I don’t remember my name anymore. I mean, I think it started with an ‘R,’ but that’s all I have left. I can’t remember my name, or my parents, or my job. Although my hoodie would suggest I was unemployed.”
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The Evolution of: Nicholas Hoult
#𝔦'𝔪 𝔰𝔬 𝔭𝔞𝔩𝔢. 𝔦 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢. ( mirror. )#i mean we don't have to talk about how adorable this is#but it FUCKING IS WOW
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