❖ ♡ 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 ♡ ❖    ❖ ♡ 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓈 ♡ ❖   ❖ ♡ 𝓂𝑜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓋 ♡ ❖   Credits ◈ ◈

still over here, 

Beware of Biters

Spinning on her heel guns placed back to its rightful home at her thigh and the hammer upon a toned shoulder. Getting a better glance at in him now she stays silent if only for a second, taking specific interest at his arm and then it’s gone. Attention right back to the others features. Brows knitt closely together in confusement, as if the answer to his question was COMPLETELY obvious and dancing right on the tip of his nose.

❝Fight or flight, when in survival mode you’ll use anything you have to fight back, including yer teeth. I bit a live persons throat out once. As fer these walking compost piles. I’d say hunger. One of tha guys that worked fer me got hungry and risked it, he got real sick then changed..❞

Tongue grazes along the edge of teeth before giving a lazy shrug of the shoulders.

❝ I’ve been fighting since before all this. Guess it makes sense...an’ don’t go thankin’ me too quickly, sweet face. Even if you were about to be a zombie lunch rush, you like y’could be useful and well not like either’a us got better company ta choose from.❞

Tone is spoken matter of factly, blunt with her words as she goes back to brush debris off of herself, pulling a questionable substance from the blonde locks.

❝Y’got a name? Or are some kinda terminator shit?❞

Beware of Biters

She wanted to see Gotham torn apart, but she wanted for her to have had a part in it it. DAMMIT. Not a bunch of people eating one another. It was literal fucking cannibal holocaust, a genocide. It was easy to keep away the first week, even have fun during, but eventually the numbers kept growing, her friends were either dead, missing, now one of the many animated corpses, or locked within the walk in freezer of her home, and literally FROZEN by a certain weapon to prevent decomposing. Just in case. If there was a chance. Now she was left alone more than ever. While the last she heard there was sanctuary made within Arkham asylum, she wasn’t ready to make nice with others or be locked up and risk being trapped forever. Eventually it was decided she needed to find people, more specifically someone who could fix this and the supplies to do it. If people could be brought back from the dead, zombie viruses existed then she refuses to believe there isn’t a cure.

It was the first time in her life she took to wearing jeans, along with that thick leather gloves and guards constructed of the same material to protect her shins and legs. Upper thigh holsters held guns, blades within sheathes of her boots, and a sledgehammer was with her at all times. It wasn’t the first time she had fought large masses, but this was different. Zombies didn’t feel fear or pain, you had to take them out or they wouldn’t stop.

Not too far away, she watches the man. Head cants with interest, if it was under normal circumstances she would have left him to his fate, but he seemed to have fight and know what he was doing. He was useful. Quietly she reaches into her bag, pulling out an old kitchen timer, twists to got off within a few seconds before tossing it, in such a way it wouldn’t break. As expected the loud noise distracts and draws a few away, enough for her to head forward. The hammer is swung hard, cracking one skull in, then another and another. Trying her best to make sure she doesn’t hit the whole reason she’s even getting involved. Harley soon leaves him to finish off the rest, if he couldn’t then he wasn’t worth her time.

Keeping her back near a wall, guns raises, In all five shots were fired, taking out the dead drawn to the sound of the timer. A satisfied smirk with each THUD. It seemed that it took a zombies apocalypse to better her aim finally.

❝Have any of those things took a nibble of ya? Or you took a nibble of them. If so, I’m gonna have to go all old yeller on ya.❞ Harley calls over her shoulder, finally glancing back at him.

(   send  me   ‘   🔴   ’   to  generate  a  bloody  scenario  between  our  muses.  feel  free  to  specify  a  number  if  you’d  like.      inspo.   )

                            they say that the 𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓔𝓛𝓘𝓔𝓢𝓣 𝓐𝓝𝓖𝓔𝓛𝓢

                                    make the ℂℝ𝕌𝔼𝕃𝔼𝕊𝕋 𝔻𝔼𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕊

                                      and my darling, you were so

              ＫＩＮＤ          ａｎｄ         ＢＥＡＵＴＩＦＵＬ

                                   before they dragged you to HELL

             A FOX'S GOTHAM BASED HARLEY QUINN

                                                      Penned / Loved by Jess