Tag: merle

screwyoutwice:

the-perfect-scientist:

There was no ragged breathing. No hissing or
growling. Not even any bodies. The place had been gone through, of course, by
scavengers and folks just needing supplies, but other than that everything
seemed fine so far. The place must have been closed when the apocalypse
happened.

This was a relief for Carlos. He was too tired
for much else.

He started to relax as he checked behind the
counters and then started heading toward the back of the store. He didn’t hold
the crowbar up anymore, but just held it as he walked and looked.

Merle tried to watch the guy from a distance, just looking and going back to hide when the man looked like he would turn or look towards Merle, the guy was silent, walking around and apparently tired, after sometime it seemed that this man wasn’t so scary, he seemed really tired, maybe sleepy? Hunger? Did he want water? Maybe Merle can help him? Perhaps? Merle continued to stare for a few more minutes and then took a bottle of water and threw it at Carlos, running away immediately and hiding again inside the nest.

The bottle hit Carlos in the side. He jumped
with a startled yelp and swung the crowbar, but of course hit nothing. “Wha-
what the hell??” He held the crowbar up and looked around. Someone was there!
Where the hell did they go??

“Who – is there someone here? Someone alive?
Show yourself, please!” He definietely had heard someone moving when the water
bottle hit him. He looked at the bottle on the ground, which sat harmlessly at
his feet. Who threw water at people?

screwyoutwice:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos stepped inside, finally glad to get out
of the sun. God damn, he was getting tired of walking. He needed a sit down and…
just a chance to relax and replenish his energy.

The place was larger than he’d have liked – he’d
rather have found a toolshed or something to relax in – but it was the only
walled-off area for at least half a mile. It just meant he’d need to check and
make sure it was clear first. Carlos set down his bags right next to the door.

He tightened the straps on his arm-guards and
held his crowbar up at the ready before he started to venture further inside.

Merle listened to the approaching footsteps, he was still lying in his nest, hiding and at the same time protecting the nest, he pull the bottles of water and the food closer, what if the person was here to steal it? What if it wasn’t a person? Merle was so tired of running away, of hiding, he didn’t have a motive to continue only his instinct for survival, he just wanted to find a safe place to stay, but apparently no place was safe, he would never be safe.

Slowly Merle moved, leaving the nest a little, leaving only his head out of the nest, looking at the human, apparently the human was armed and it only made Merle more frightened.

There was no ragged breathing. No hissing or
growling. Not even any bodies. The place had been gone through, of course, by
scavengers and folks just needing supplies, but other than that everything
seemed fine so far. The place must have been closed when the apocalypse
happened.

This was a relief for Carlos. He was too tired
for much else.

He started to relax as he checked behind the
counters and then started heading toward the back of the store. He didn’t hold
the crowbar up anymore, but just held it as he walked and looked.

screwyoutwice:

@the-perfect-scientist

He doesn’t remember his name, he doesn’t remember anything that happened before he was bring back to life, the only thing he remember is what happened after, the scientists, the experiments, the way he was treated like an animal not a human, everything.

It had been a few weeks since Merle had fled the damn place that was full with people in masks and white clothes, he still had several nightmares about things that happened there, he looked at his hands, one hand was sewn, and the other hand his fingers stitched, his face had scars, his chest had scars, Merle’s whole body had scars and he couldn’t remember how he got them, but that didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered now was that Merle had gotten a good place to live hidden.

It was inside a small market, he slept under the counter, he had built a nest there, the nest was full of chopped magazines, chopped pillows, scattered food, bottles of water, really, it was a nest for an animal, after all since Merle ‘came back’ to life, he was never treated as a human, just like an animal, an experiment meaning he doesn’t know how ‘humans’ act and lives only with his instincts.

“…”

Everything was ‘perfect’ until the store’s door opened and Merle immediately hide inside his nest.

Carlos stepped inside, finally glad to get out
of the sun. God damn, he was getting tired of walking. He needed a sit down and…
just a chance to relax and replenish his energy.

The place was larger than he’d have liked – he’d
rather have found a toolshed or something to relax in – but it was the only
walled-off area for at least half a mile. It just meant he’d need to check and
make sure it was clear first. Carlos set down his bags right next to the door.

He tightened the straps on his arm-guards and
held his crowbar up at the ready before he started to venture further inside.