Sparks, Nevada.



Not a name, but it's enough to go by.
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Zombieverse OC INDIE RP
TWD, RE, TLOU, L4D, ITF +
dark themes, present.
warning; 18 or mature.
multiship + multiverse
crossover + oc friendly.

written by Bee
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low activity, but loyal.

{ est. March 2013 }
{ Revamp. Jan 2019 }

{ REVAMPING CURRENTLY }

i went on hiatus for 2 years,
my muse is back and i miss this !
please contact to reinstate threads
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beaniesandmachetes:

The idea of being able to fully sleep was a lost art. Every noise made Jake alert and ready. Didn’t matter what it was, but he would be ready. Jake never thought he would get used to hardly any sleep, but he surprised himself just how much he could accomplish with just that. There would be a couple days where he was still coherent and if he could squeeze in an hour shut eye he would be just fine. 


“That is what patting the spot next to me is for, silly.” Jake chuckled. Sparks seemed nervous. Ever since their kiss it was hard to figure out where they stood, but Jake tried to make things seem as normal as possible. “Well it tends to happen the more time you spend with someone. You probably know a little something about me you didn’t realize you knew if you thought about it hard enough." 

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Sparks hoped her nerves weren’t too obvious. She’d thought she’d outgrown this. Considering all the men she’s murdered and the blood that has slapped her skin she would think that the jitters she gets from speaking to a boy she craves would be long gone. 

It was nice in a sense, to know she was still slightly human. Enough to feel something for Jake, enough for him to feel something for her. She had enough confidence to think that, she knew he felt similarly. There was no need to be insecure about that, not anymore. 

I probably know a lot about you, like you have this weird obsession with head accessories.“

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Her hands flattened the fabric of her jeans, like a nervous tick. Her eyes purposely not looking up to him, but she gave that up quick. She enjoyed looking at him too much. Her eyes looked over to him, and with a more confident smile she asked,

"So do you always sleep without shirts?”

It was a sad fact that they had not shared sleeping time together, mostly because the other needed to keep watch. It was one of the many troubles of being a group of two, and even harder when they could barely trust anyone else.

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