Tread lightly... That floor's not made for /someone's/ heavy boots. {side eyes Daryl Dixon}

{sighing} Math problems have /never/ come close to applying to the 'real world.' Airplanes are no more far fetched than one man buying forty watermelons. #JustSaying #TWD

{Stepping on to the TL, brow slightly furrowed, he stretched his arms wide and slowly turned on the spot.} {dryly} Rumors of my death? Greatly exagerated.

{chuckling} That's true. {Eyes bright with warmth, he ducked his head, lips tugging up in a mischievous smile.} Maybe I can still recover. What if I yell 'surprise?'

Hey Tara Chambler? She comes to the door, I vote we pretend nobody's home.

{warmly} It takes true beauty to see it in others. Thank you, Momma. x.com/BoondockBaby/s…

{Sitting at the window as the first orange and red streaks of sunrise painted the blood spattered asphalt with color, he let out a breath, -

-- shoulders heavy with the weight of everything he'd seen. Carrying the ghosts of the lives he couldn't save. Tara Chambler was --

-- still alive. Her eyes still held a spark of hope, of determination, and damn if he didn't find purpose in the task of keeping that --

-- brightness burning. Maybe he couldn't save the crowds, but Tara Chambler he could keep alive. A world in one person's breath. --

-- It wasn't grandiose, not by any stretch but it was enough. Pale eyed gaze flickering towards the radio, fatigue stealing across --

-- his face as he stared at it, he let out a soft huff, pushing a hand through his hair. No point in turning the thing on. Officials --

-- weren't telling the truth, people who were got shut down on the double, and the last thing he or Tara Chambler needed was a heaping --

-- helping of feel good bullshit. Not when they could see the truth right out the window. The Dead were rising. Inexplicable. --

-- Improbable. But still there, nonetheless. Shadows cast over the colorful lights left of a world slowly but surely turning red. --

-- Blinking at the sight of a figure stepping into view on the corner, he dropped into a crouch, pursing his lips to whistle Tara Chambler --

-- awake.} {murmuring} We've got company. {Brow lifting, he eyed Derek Haas, the bloodied man staggering haphazardly across the --

-- sidewalk.} What do you think? Dead or alive? Tara Chambler Derek Haas

You're welcome. {An obscured warm smile sparkling in his eyes, he nodded to the stranger, twirling a gloved hand with a flourish.} The world's gone cold. It would be a sin if we did too... Stay safe out there. x.com/SinisterAffair…

{under his breath} Well, at least he's not /actively/ trying to eat us. So there's that. x.com/HellsFigment/s…