
HE’S A BIG man. brave man. maybe intimidating’s a better word. daddy’d call him something else, hushed and dark under his breath - but her daddy is dead and she’s the one that put the bullet between his EYES, so kate tries not to think about that. pink lips purse a little, expression STUBBORN. white tank top is bloodstained now, soft blue jeans that used to be her favorites now spattered crimson and gray-ish from the insides of some WALKERS. momma’s cross still glitters at her throat. she crosses her arms. STUBBORN, STUBBORN GIRL. she ignores the way his weapon twirls so casually, fluidly, like a hypnotist’s clock on a chain. kate’s sure it’s meant to show that he’s used to swinging it. ‘ just because i’m not afraid doesn’t mean i don’t need HELP. ’ nose wrinkles slightly in distaste over the PET NAME that falls from the man’s lips so easily - not a fan. ‘ kate, ’ she corrects - FIRM but not unkind. ‘ my name is kate. ’