bloody-tomato:

bloodofthewicked:

“I highly doubt it. I don’t usually associate myself with my prey, however, things have… changed in these past few days.” He grinned smugly, and looked up and down to survey the other’s appearance. “Don’t people usually play baseball with… I don’t know, a ball?”

“You could say I was playing baseball, but the ball is-” he suddenly turned around, smashing his baseball bat against a zombie’s head knocking him down, he continued bashing it until he was sure he wouldn’t move, “-zombie’s heads” he finished off his sentence.

“…Ah.” He raised a brow, looking at the other and then down to the dead zombie, and back up to the other once more. “Never thought I’d see the day when one of those things actually existed… What’s your name, kid?”

bloody-tomato:

bloodofthewicked started following you

The Italian stared wearily at the man in front of him, “I guess you’re not the Gilbert I know…right?” he asked for confirmation, gripping his baseball bat if any zombies came.

“I highly doubt it. I don’t usually associate myself with my prey, however, things have… changed in these past few days.” He grinned smugly, and looked up and down to survey the other’s appearance. “Don’t people usually play baseball with… I don’t know, a ball?”

“As if! I can easily slam the door in your face, and if one of your limbs get smashed, then that’s your fault!”

roma-tomato:

-He shakes his head- Whatever…it’s fine. Really….I-I kinda do it sometimes too, when I’m alone and shit….not a lot though. Um.. sometimes I feel that way too, tired and sick of shit…. happened more before though. I guess if you do feel that way…it’s ok. Not gonna tell you some sappy shit like you should cheer up or it’ll get better, cause you got every right to hurt right now.

*Nods slowly* Good… Because I might’ve punched you in the face if you even tried to tell me that bullshit. *Snickers a little and sighs again* But you know what? I was wrong about you, when I used to think of you as just this insecure punk with a stuttering problem. *Looks at him* I ain’t usually one to compliment anyone, but you’re one of the strongest people that I have ever met. Stupid, but strong. 

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“…Do whatever the fuck you want. But you’re not coming inside of my home. Don’t care if you sit on the doorstep or not. The wolves will be grateful to have a nice dinner, if they decide to come out and roam the forest like usually.”

He snatches his arm away and turns around to leave.

“Well, we walked. And so I’m pretty sure that we’re done here. I’ve got plenty of things to take care of, but thanks for wasting my time. Oh, and tell your siblings or whoever that if any of them ever come near me or my home again, then I will kill them. I will eat them alive, and you will not see them again.”

…

…What kind of fuckin’ sick, twisted joke is this..? If this was an ‘attempt’ at making me feel better, then—

…

Fuck it all, I don’t care. I just don’t care anymore. And it means nothing to me, not a goddamn thing, because things will never be right again. Thanks a lot.

“Either you’ve hit your head on a boulder or I’m a really great actor. It’s not right to like someone like me, so please don’t say that. And I’m not… a ‘cutie’. Can’t you see me? I’m hideous, inside and out. Thanks for trying to say otherwise, though. And I suppose you’d be the only one ‘disappointed’ or whatever the fuck.”

roma-tomato:

………I….I’m sorry.-His eyes widen and he backs away for a moment, then holds on to Gilbert’s sleeve-  I-I dunno, maybe. I don’t like to give up on shit myself….but, I guess sometimes it happens. Sometimes shit happens and even though it hurts can’t do a lot about it. Life’s shit like that sometimes…stupid and real fucked up…though not all the time, sometimes it’s ok. If this was about you..then maybe that’s better. -Shrugs, still holding on to the sleeve-

*He swallows a struggled sob and quickly wipes his face with the other sleeve* Heh, now look at me. Being a hypocrite as ever. “Real men don’t cry”… What a joke. And I’m the punchline. *Lets out a deep sigh* It’s almost unbelievable, how I used to have so much confidence. How arrogant I could be. And about what? I had nothing, nothing at all. Sure, I gained something, but it was quickly lost. Now, I just… I just want to rest. I’m so tired, of everything. 

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