LittleRedRidingNerd

If I were to disappear, Walking through the dark alleys of Whitechapel, (h/c) coloured hair swayed vigorously and heavy, yet hurried footsteps echoed around the brick walls. Would you grant my wish? Taking a final step, a petite body filled into the light of a lamppost. Her chest was heaving and her hair in disarray- but she didn’t pay any attention to it, she merely continued to walk, her eyes fixated to her front, or rather, on the dark clothed person partially lighted down the corner. My wish is… The woman fell into a complete stop. The man turned his head towards the woman, and his cheeks lifted at the sight as he started

Draco Malfoy. What a bittersweet name. Even after all of these years, his name still came up in her mind from time to time. Everyone has that one ex who is always kind of just… There. They don’t leave your thoughts, but at the same time, there are no feelings that remain. The two had the perfect relationship. (Name), being young and vulnerable, thought it was true love. And honestly…? Even now at the age of twenty-one, she didn’t doubt that it was anything but love she felt back then. The wonderful age of fifteen—my was it a time. Draco was the perfect boyfriend in her eyes—handsome, caring, protective

        “It can't be. Is that actually him?” Shoving through the crowd of people that filled the busy train station, you tried not to lose sight of your target. The sheer number of commuters made this almost impossible for you. Still, you somehow managed to keep track of him until the crowd had dispersed enough for you to see his face clearly. “It is him, I knew it.” Yelling at the top of your lungs you lifted a hand into the air and did your best to get his attention. “Mello, Mello over here!” Hearing his name, Mello curiously looked over his shoulder to see you chasing after him. The moment he recognized

        “Hey, you look like you could use a little help.” Seated under a small awning in an attempt to avoid the pouring rain, was Mello. Judging by the look on his face, he had been sitting there for quite some time. Just the fact that he was perfectly dry was enough to let you know that he'd been sitting there for at the very least an hour. “Want to share?” Now standing directly in front of him, you offered Mello the shelter under your brightly colored umbrella. “There's more than enough room for the two of us under here.” Just seeing you was more than enough to make Mello's already unpleasant expression

You smashed in a stray Infected’s skull with the butt of your gun, watching blood and small chunks of brains spatter onto your boots. You were sick and tired of being dirty. You were sick and tired of being hungry. You were sick and tired of being sick and tired. You wiped a bit of sweat from your brow, wiping a mix of cold blood and dirt onto your skin in the process. You sighed as you fell back into step with the group, waiting for Nick to make some snide comment, as he always did. “What’s the matter, princess? Get a little blood on your precious shoes?” He didn’t let you down. Your grip on your gun slightly

"The zombie apocalypse is no place to have a kid." "Yes, Nick, I'm not stupid... I realize this... I'm just saying, what about when we make it out? I'd like to have a family." "You say it like we'll actually make it out. You don't know what's going to happen, and I don't want to think about that right now." "...Okay. Let's wait and see, then." A feeble wail was heard resonating through the air. The sound of it was enough to make the group halt, ears perked. It came again. "I can't be the only one hearing this." Nick deadpanned, turning to the other four. "No no, I can hear it also." [f/n] agreed, squinting slightly to try and find anyth

Whispering Oaks was once a place full of happy families, laughter, and some pretty sweet rides. When you got to it, though, it was chock full of the infected, blood, and death in general. It was terrible. At least, for Coach, Rochelle, and Nick it was. As for you and Ellis, you still saw it as the fun-land it once was. As you entered the gates of the park, killing the handful of Infected that were lingering, you both shared a glance before turning to your fellow teammates. “Can we turn on the generators and stay for the night? Please, oh, please?” You both gave your best puppy-dog eyes as you pleaded with them. Despite your age

Titan Cafe : Black Tea Warning: Will contain swearing |(Name)'s POV| Tea? Thought they would only serve coffee, but now I am intrigued... Hmm, I'm going to get tea just to see what kind of waiter I get... After I had decided on what I wanted, I called for the waitress to take my order. ''Have you decided?'', she asked, taking out a little notes book. ''Yes, some black tea.'', I said, making the waitress almost burst out from laughter. I don't get how ordering tea can be so funny... Maybe it's because of the waiter? ''Do you have diarrhea? Because if you do, the side dish is sure to make you constipated.'', she said, chuckling at her jok

Truth or dare... The game that destroys people and their lives. The game that ruins friendships and trust. Worse than Uno and monopoly combined. "So who's ready!" Everyone groaned at Sasha's enthusiasm towards the game. "Ok I will start. Ummmmm..HORSE FACE! TRUTH OR DARE!" Sasha gave Jean a wicked smile. "Dare obviously and do not call me horse face!" Jean glared at Sasha. If looks could kill,Sasha would be dead by now. "Hehehe I want you to go up to the Commander and pretend to be a cat and make him pet you!" Jean's mouth was reaching the ground. He was too shocked to process everything Sasha said. Everyone was on the floor laughing

"Okaay, so you're telling me you're going to meet some random person - and take note that you only know them by their username - and spend the whole day with them?" Hanji had Levi on speaker, her hands busy typing up a report for work. She swiveled around in her chair and sighed loud enough for Levi to sense the disappointment in her voice, and in response groaned. "We have a lot in common, okay? Plus. It's a public place. They're not gonna murder in pure daylight." Levi took a look at himself in the mirror. Was a button-up too formal? Should he just pull on a hoodie and jeans and call it a day? Aw, fuck it. He already went through the troub