Meme/Voicetesting - set in canon, just after the prison fell

[dum_spiro]

[She'd split up with Rick without much fuss, but no one and nothing is keeping Carol from her family, who she sacrificed everything to protect. Not with ground-shaking blasts coming unmistakeably from the direction of the prison -- a tank, she finds out too late, as she drives up and sees the prison overrun, yard littered with corpses both fresh and long-turned.]

[Her eyes dart across the scene, heart pounding even as she is perfectly, painfully still. No use panicking. Much better to focus, keep her knife ready, and do what she can. Try to identify that movement darting off into the brush as friend or foe -- ]

[Mika, Lizzie...?]

[Not allowing herself to continue hoping in specific names, Carol starts off into the Georgia woods. Each step careful and deliberate, as little sound as possible, senses stretching. Sooner or later she'll hear something, a rustle or a moan or, just maybe, the echo of a familiar voice. Whether she'll be a welcome sight, well. That depends on a lot.]

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[defies_reason]

[Isaak has been on his own since before all this; he'd lost the only thing that mattered before the world fell apart. He's a habitual survivor. He has no plans to lay down and let himself be eaten, but he is not very focused on building anything new. Really, his only plan has been to keep moving.]

Still. Those few of us left know not to expect open arms.

[Or to trust them if they find them.]

[dum_spiro]

[His words ring more than true. At least she can be relieved that Sophia never had to live this reality. She wouldn't have made it. With luck, Carol will have the chance to teach Lizzy and Mika how to survive. They've got to be out here somewhere.]

We don't have to trust each other to kill walkers.

[defies_reason]

Is that what you call them? I've just been calling them corpses.

[This is what small talk has become.]

[dum_spiro]

[She smiles a little at that, humorlessly.] I've heard them called biters, too. And geeks. [That one was Daryl's, so she gets it even if it might not be in classic good taste.]

[defies_reason]

I suppose some variety is to be expected, with no way to communicate across distances.

[He still carries his mobile, for all the good it does. Though he's under no illusion it will ever work again, it's his lone bit of sentimentality: somewhere there is the last message Viktor ever left him.]

Are you from nearby?