[ i only have muse for the thread with isaac and daryl right now so everything else will be replied to soon. ]

he’d been ambushed. survivors who had been out picking off small camps like Daryl’s and taking their belongings and supplies; he’d heard about them from people he’d passed, had gotten into a scrap with them on their own. and he had been working on making his way out of the area just in case they were still around. but of course, the one night he decides he doesn’t want to risk a night stroll, is when he gets spotted and raided. but he’d been quick to draw his knife and puncture one’s chest while he reached for his crossbow and got the other in the head. he hadn’t meant to kill them, really, but he’d been killing walkers for so long that it was just natural. he automatically aimed for heads.

it was a sad realization, but it kept him alive. and he had to keep alert because he was the only one left. his brother had gotten bit a while back and left him to fend on his own, but he didn’t blame him. he’d been about ready to give up. but seeing his flesh and blood sick like that, to see him suffer with no hope — he didn’t much like that fate. so, to keep on breathing he chose.

and normally he wouldn’t act out at the sound of movement, but since the night prior had been a close, close call? he wasn’t taking his chances. the archer lifted his bow instantly, ready to fire a bolt, only stopping when he noticed the source of the twigs snapping was awfully  h u m a n  and young. so young. he wasn’t about to lower his weapon of course, but he wasn’t going to kill him just yet either. just because he looked harmless meant nothing.

           “If those guys were pals o’ yours, y’need new friends.              Preferably ones that don’t steal. Or ones that are still alive.”

     not only did he smell a human, but blood as well.  it was easy for him to tell if the blood was human or not      there would be a bit of a sour scent to the blood of a walker, than the blood to a human.  so his pace had quickened to find the human he was currently scenting to find.  during the entire journey he's taken from beacon hills to here had taken a few days, to which he didn't mind actually walking day and night with a minimum amount of sleep.  he just kept going.      he kept going until he found himself some shelter and food as well as attempt to find the rest of his pack.  he wasn't all too sure if there were all alive, but he was probably sure that others like him would still be alive.  he hoped that they were considering the bite or scratch of a walker could possibly heal.  that was his mission; to find the others.  to find his pack and travel alongside with them.  as for now, he was to travel alone.  unless there was a group that decided to take him under their wing; though he doubt it.      as he moved closer, he could hearing a sound that was very familiar to his werewolf hearing; the sound of a crossbow being risen; it reminded him of allison and he couldn't help but frown in the slightest.  though, as he came to the clearing, he stopped short.  his oceanic hues weren't on the male, but on the dead bodies littering the ground; he canted his head, the scent of human blood in the air.      "no, they weren't my people.  i'm out here on my own."  he stated before his attention turned to the male before him.  "     would you mind lowering your weapon?"  he questioned, unphased by the weapon being pointed at him.

[ i'm gonna be on here; my other beacon babes who are trying to survive the zombie apocalypse. ]

       ” don’t tell me what to do. “

     "i'd rather you not      burn anything."

       ” lydia actually - well, she          told me that all girls can          do it. but no one taught          me how to cook -          i’m teaching myself. “

     "oh god, don't burn      anything down."

"Each person is different Issac. They would have fought through it whilst coming to me and panicking though. You saw them as a pair. They were almost as one, but they always came back to me when they weren’t sure what to do because they didn’t want Scott or anyone else to see that they were unsure."

     "am i the only one      who wishes they      were still alive?"

[ i mean, who doesn't like teen wolf/the walking dead crossovers? ]

       “… cooking.                and studying.                i’m multitasking. “

     "stiles teach you that?      how to multitask, i      mean.  because i'm      sure he didn't teach      you how to cook."

     "what do you think boyd      and erica would do in      this situation?"

     "why are my scarves      always being made      fun of?"

his features twisted in pain from the arrow embedded in his back.      "could you get it      out, or are you       going to stare at      it?"

     "      what are you doing?"