squatting, rather than sitting completely when she reached the bank, the blonde quietly followed the other woman’s movements.
she knew she had an awful lot of explaining to do, a lot of apologies to make, and yet she said none of them.
“you look good, mag. i’ve missed —
frozen in place, magna stood like she was seeing a ghost from the past, or just trying to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.
a deeper concern had completely taken over now, totally eclipsing the close call with the walker. she wiped a hand across her face again, pushing +
— you.”
shitty words to avoid the reality of the fact that she was very much the one who’d vanished a long time ago, leaving the brunette wondering and waiting.
eventually pushing herself back up to standing, zora turned and headed in the direction of her bag, calling —
for a long moment, all zora could do was stare and scan over magna’s body for any hint of bites, taking deep, steadying breaths as she did.
finally able to meet her eyes, she almost gasped at how real it all felt. she found herself unable to turn away, holding her gaze for —
spitting back the foul water she had swallowed, breaths came in sharp, ragged gasps. she shivered from the sudden cold, chest heaving violently underneath her soaked shirt.
the brunette was too disoriented to immediately make sense of who had pulled the walker off her. +
— what had seemed like forever.
“you might’ve had him, but i always did have a thing for rescuing a damsel in distress.”
although the words were meant as a joke, very little in her tone was humorous.
allowing another moment to pass, she crouched in order to wash her knife —
— grab hold of what was left of its hair, tugging the head and snapping jaws backwards away from the brunette’s face, simultaneously thrusting her knife into its skull.
only when it fell silent did she let it go, the adrenaline finally giving way to deep, unsteady breaths.
everything that happened seemed to occur in slow motion from where the blonde was stood. the fall, the increased growls, the lunging for magna.
and everything that occurred after was purely instinct. she hadn’t even had to put any thought into it.
water bottle discarded —
🧟♀️ low growling and occasional slow splashing of the walker, completely unwilling to give up on the meat dangling right in front of it were the only sounds disrupting the quiet along the riverbank.
magna remained utterly unbothered, charcoal scraping against the rough grain +
— was absolutely no hesitation as she ran straight into the flowing water, slowing down enough to steady herself against the current.
the slippery nature of the water soaked creature meant it took several attempts for her to get a good grip, but eventually she managed to —
she’d known the risk, calculated the options, and still decided that travelling through this area was the best choice available to her.
if she could’ve avoided magna, she would have, but she had places to go and this was the most direct route with least recent walker activity.—
one leg folded under, one foot dangling in the water, magna perched on a broad branch that spanned horizontally across the river.
in her sketchbook is an image of a walker, its decaying corpse flailing helplessly in the water below, vainly reaching out to grab the brunette.
— of course, the brunette was instantly recognisable perched upon the fallen branch where they’d shared many a conversation a lifetime ago.
pausing further down the bank of the river, rucksack shrugged from her shoulder to land in the dirt with a light thud, she rested her —