eve becomes SNAKE -- or snake becomes EVE. whichever way ROUND, she is FREER. hell follows her ‘round, hell called MAN, hell called ADAM, trying to make the CHANGING about him. adam demands of god why he is being PUNISHED like this. eve finds GRACE in the dark cracks between rocks. eve finds god in the SOLITUDE. eve finds ABSOLUTION in the red press of her knees / scales into the dirt. eve, UNBLINKING, watches adam rail. adam demands ANSWERS and eve / snake / eve exits the GARDEN to go and find them for HERSELF.
ind. priv. kate fuller of el rey network's from dusk till dawn: the series. as told by duchess. est april 4th 2017.
A s h o t is heard making the man smirk – followed by the loud hungered growling of the undead bastards((they missed! ) A a m u s i n g tone gargling during Negan speech
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❛I guess some fucker can’t shoot cant they boys! that Walker going to have a GREAT Sunday feast! ❜
Back arched starring at the source ;; Lucille up high as boots take him to the area.The Walker growling ;; not until Lucille barbed teeth s i n k in the ROTTING FLESH tearing apart in seconds.Turning back the girl.
❛ Call it Service but I THINK I just saved your life ;; if I wasn’t here that Walker would have love it side DISH – hell kid I give you a B for trying it ain’t Middle School though you gotta learn quick
❜ With that little speech the man turns back ;; a final blow sends the remains in a helpless splatter of molded flesh -&& blood.((There was no God left in h e l l – the hell that people like Negan walked on). ❛ – You gonna say something because your looking at L I K E I just shit in your cornflakes -&& being the stand up guy I came to rescue ❜
So easily could have Negan -left- the kid to their own death ;; yet the leathered king came && busted the fucker to a pump.
SHARP GASP ESCAPES as the bat connects - blow after blow, till undead brains are spattered on the ground. something like shock morphs delicate features into horror. he’s RIGHT, though, he did just save her, and to kate that’s just as scary as the walker half-missing it’s head. the thing is unanimated once again. it’s always unsettling, kate things, to have to pass by them. to see them die and know they used to be people. in a way, though, that applies to everyone still walking this earth, whether they’re dead or alive: they used to be real people. not anymore. ‘ i’m not a kid, ’ preacher’s daughter informs him, feeling a little sick to her stomach after the SHOW and needing a moment for recovery. slender hand reaches to touch the cross hanging round her neck absently, a silent plea to the father above for strength. ‘ … but thank you. ’ the gratitude is genuine, if uneasy. gecko-green eyes peer at the other, taking in surly appearance. she’s always been told not to judge a book by it’s cover, to love thy neighbor, but something about the man’s presence is unforgiving. intimidating. ( kate wishes scott was here - and then doesn’t, because knowing him he’d try to pick a fight. )