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Oh and my mun/writer/link to this blessed horde free realm/whatever the fleck you wanna call her is kitsune_wolf If you wanna speak to her…you’d have better luck posting a comment on her journal to be honest. But you can post here as well and she’ll see it.

Memories make us who we are. Without them what have we got to live for? I remember my parents and I try not to let their deaths be for nothing.
I remember walking around at dusk totally unafraid.
And playing in the snow looking forward to spring.
I want to be able to feel like that again so much
Remembering what’s been lost should make people more willing to work to get it back, only, I guess if we forget what we had in the first place…we wouldn’t miss it.
And maybe that would make the pain a little less.

We do what we do to survive. I’m sure that the people who became the horde would not begrudge us fighting them for our lives, and our livelihoods.

I know that if I ever fell, I would not hate whoever gave me my second, permanent death.

But this isn’t some horror movie and the fighting is not neat or cool or anything other than disgusting and gross and vile and bloody and and…

…They don’t bleed like the living; it’s all clotted and black. But there is still so much of it…

I just wish I could apologise to them.

( I guess there’s a lot of little things I’m scared of that I really shouldn’t be, It’s not like maggots can kill me after all, but they sure as hell make my skin crawl.  )

What makes me angry are people who blame everyone but themselves for their problems.

Wah! My dog is stupid and keeps messing indoors!
No your dog isn’t house trained properly, and who’s job is it to train it?

Wah! My stupid crap car broke down!
No Glen you forgot to fill the tank, scare me like that again and I'll cut your other arm off.

Wah! The Horde invaded my town!
No, here’s a tip for you: If you’re going to make a public spectacle of killing someone DON’T let the people who should be guarding the city walls abandon their posts so they can WATCH! _morons.

Love can kill, love can save.

My thought’s on love? Well I could tell you about how much I love my family, but I don‘t think that‘s what you want to hear, or I could tell you about the fact my name means love, or about the people I know who are in love, like Lucius and Sun, Or Glen and VB.
But their love is private and you don’t know these people so why should you care right?

Or I could talk about the two I was close to who died for their love, Markus and Maria, but Maria should have known that Markus would not have wanted her dead, it was a stupid way to die.

Everyone says that love is a good thing. But I think love can be a bad thing, it killed Maria and it can destroy lives in other ways.

A year ago, before those here who love God started committing sins that would bring him to tears, I was in one of the many dead city’s, looting and savaging like crows and rats.

My beloved git Glen and I was looking for a gift for his other half when two other little rats can running into the same shop.

One was pale skinned and blond, the other was the opposite

One was, until recently, living on her own in the dead and decaying husk of a home. The other, until recently, had been safe with her family, but once the two had met the father of the second had started trying to beat out the wrongness that the first has infected her with.

Because he loved his daughter and he loved his family.

So the pair had fled, together, because they loved each other.

We gave the a new home, where they could forge a new family.

Sometimes love can be good, sometimes love can be bad, but love can simply be if you give it a chance.

We gave Emma and Zia a chance, and a year later, they saved my life.

Family was, a mother a father and a brother called Lucius.

Only Mom and Dad died, and there are so many living with us now, that family has come to mean more than blood relations.

Family is:

Lucius fretting over me like a mother hen even when it is not needed or wanted and really just makes me want to hit him.

Me and Glen scaring the ever loving life out of those who don’t know better.

Sun glaring at me for weeks at a time, simply because my brother is to busy fretting over me to flirt with her, but the second I need help, be it medical or simply another woman to talk to, she’s there.

VB who lives half an hour and the world away always managing someway of letting me know that she still cares just when I need it.

Brandon Ross grousing over the fact that everyone makes fun of his accent.

Family is something that grows and changes and even if we lose members, those who are left behind will keep each other strong.

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Who am I? Not many people ask survivors that, They usually ask if they are bitten and if the answer is no they ask what can they do to earn their keep.

Who am I? 

*Note from the Mun: 'Bach' is a welsh word, it means ‘small’ but it can also be a term of endearment, it’s also one of the very few welsh words that I know, *hangs head in shame.* It sounds like Bar-ch.
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Cariad is...: Confused