Enid.

➣ #TWDRP. — ❛Stop trying to kill strangers. We know who we have to kill. We know the difference between friends and enemies. You should, too.❜ #Vexetory

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➢ how am I supposed to
𝐥𝐢��𝐞 with that?

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➢ What happens if you
𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤,

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Is officially adopted by @StaunchVigor.

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「 @CoquineOccult 」 — curious icy blue irises looking into the distance as she spots a . . . human figure. “Is this really happening?” She asked herself as she is not sure if she is hallucinating from her hunger or if it’s really the reality.

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「 @CoquineOccult 」 — Crimson liquid dried inside of her clothes and over her porcelain skin which makes her unrecognizable to the corpses as she apoarches the prison. Heart begins to beat faster as her slim digits wrap around the cool metal of the fence, her —

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「 @CoquineOccult 」 — takes small steps forward to get a more clear vision of what’s in front of her. Rotten corpses surround the fence of the . . . prison?! Bright curiosity starts to spark inside of the adolescent as she’s now stepping towards the place. —

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「 @CoquineOccult 」 — rosy margins before she inhales the fresh oxygen through her nostrils; her petite figure stopping from walking as her icy blue irises catch a glimpse of something between the trees.

“What is it?” She asked herself as her petite figure —

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「 @CoquineOccult 」 — more and more tired, but Enid wants to keep going . . for some feeling inside of her that she can’t tell if it’s good or bad. The brunette lifts her arm up to wipe away the drops of sweat from her forehead as another deep sigh parts her —

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「 @CoquineOccult 」 — wondering how many people are leftover . . sometimes she finds herself believing that she is the only one as she has not seen a glimpse of a living human being for a long while.

Each and every movement of her weak feet seem to make her —

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「 @CoquineOccult 」 — is going . . . she is only following her instincts with the hope that she comes across some food.

The adolescent’s tired icy blue irises take a look around her . . just watching as the world is trying to die. Sometimes she finds herself —

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「 @CoquineOccult 」 — features as she emits a deep sigh from her parted rosy margins. The adolescent slim limbs feel like they are dragging chains behind her as she walks through the beautifully green forest. She doesn’t have even the slightest clue where she —

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「 @CoquineOccult 」 — corpses.

Enid once had beautiful porcelain features with a bright smile painted over them, but now . . she’s covered in dirt and stained with dry crimson blood. Smallest drops of sweat that have formed upon her forehead, roll down her —

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「 @CoquineOccult 」 — is a survivor. She can’t count the days since she’s been out there. Maybe it’s been days, weeks or even months. And nobody knows how long it will take her until she finds four walls and a roof to seperate her from the rotten —

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「 @CoquineOccult 」 — darkness . . . with the only light of the stars and the moon. Darkness is not the worst enemy of the lonely adolescent . . . it’s the hunger, tiredness and the endless fight she has against the death itself. But Enid is a warrior . . she —

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「 @CoquineOccult 」 ➢ Bated Breath — Icy blue irises of the adolescent brunette raise towards the sky as the warm oceanic tones slowly fade underneath the deeply orange ones. In matter of hours, the young female will find herself once again underneath the —