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Birthday, officially twenty years old today! yikes
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Happy Holidays, everyone! Enjoy the time with your families, and stay safe on your travels!
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8 yrs ago
It's my birthday! Another year towards twenty, woooooo
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9 yrs ago
For whoever comes to read this, continue being awesome. I'm rooting for you.
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Hi, I may be able to reply tonight, depending on if I have time or not. Tomorrow, I will not be able to, most definitely.
No it wasn't Jason it was someone else, I think Walter but I'm not sure. Have to go back and look for it. But someone wrote in their post that their character was kind of annoyed with having a baby there because they can make noise.


Nope! Not me!
Walter Pierce


For no logical reasoning, Walter found himself quietly clapping his hands together towards Nikki, who had been dancing on the street. It was a little random, despite how reminiscent it felt, reminiscent of how things had been back at Dana Point. Even as something that the man simply stomached and accepted as reality, the fact that they once had something to protect, something to make them feel safe; it was gone.

Walter found it difficult to conjure up memories of their past life, he himself only able to recount his family and the certain moments in his walk down adolescence. And when he compared the world of old, how broken and ugly it could have been; he somewhat held an appreciation for how beautiful it had become, in the wake of its ending. Nature was reclaiming her earth, and their sins were personified in the monsters they defended themselves from.

"I'm thinking we need more supplies," Walter suggested, rubbing the side of his head. Fatigue still hammered the man's senses, but he would pull himself through. "I'm out of water. And now, we have a baby and a dog to feed. Complicates things."
Walter Pierce


"So what was it like? Out there, for that long? Without any place to go to?"

Walter could still see it, then; trembling, looking down at his bloodied hands. One moment he was sitting before the survivor, choked up and unwilling to speak of the family he had killed, and the other, sitting in front of the corpses, on the verge of vomiting at what he had done.

The guilt washed up throughout his body. He failed to swallow his doubt of deserving to make it, but even then, what did it matter now? Walter had made it, above the murders-- no, it was self-defense. They turned their weapons on him, first, that had to have meant that it hadn't been in cold-blood. Even the fucking kid, right?

"Walt, I can help you. You don't look so well... what happened out there?"

Walter tried to shake his head, to deny all of the eyes that watched him, but he was frozen. A single heartbeat resounded from the vacant husk that was his body, reminding the nineteen-year old that he was still alive.

"I shouldn't have survived."




The young man woke when Ethan came with a short knock on the door to his room. Walter blinked a couple of times, half-asleep as his eyelids refused to open. Peering through the narrow slits, he sat his back up against the wall, drawing a long yawn to find that he had been drenched in sweat over the memory. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, unaware that his hands had been trembling in tension.

Walter took a moment to compose himself, deciding to take a healthy swig from his canteen before it went empty. "Well, shit."

After throwing on his shirt and setting his belt tightly against his waist, Walter shuffled down the stairs to see that the group was already beginning to assemble outside. Slapping the exhaustion from his face, he lifted his backpack from the spot at the chair, quickly checking the contents inside just in case. When all was well, he pranced outside and flanked Rowena, joining up with them quietly.
Hey, I have a word of advice.

Feeding one another's anger is literally prolonging a pointless argument.

There's the fucking time skip that we asked for. It has been around for a long time, now.

So go reply to it instead of trying to prove who is 'right' and 'wrong' here. You're all wrong because you're all being assholes.

Let's be Fonz cool.

@tex But it's not racist if I'm also Asian
@Acromantula Only time and more page-long collabs will tell, friend.

Well, I just realized that Walter is the only Asian character of the roleplay, paralleled by Glenn from the series. For now.

I also happened to realize, by coincidence, that my selection of color for Walter's dialogue text happens to be yellow.

Quite.
Strange.
I think we should do the time skip soon. I don't feel like writing another post of Walter walking out and doing nothing. >_>
Walter Pierce


Walter nodded. "I came to Dana Point on my own a few weeks after it was established," he felt enough ease to disclose the personal information of himself, eager to make conversation out of the darkest of times. "That was months ago, yeah."

It was strange, really; Walter had been nineteen years old when the apocalypse began, and sitting there at that exact moment, it was difficult to believe that it had already been nearly a year. To think that he was still around, but a baby and a dog of all things to survive? He still couldn't wrap his mind around it.

"No problem," Walter did not complain upon Nikki's request, his eyes momentarily glued on the baby before he trotted over to Alex. He removed his backpack, placing it against the chair that he sat on. He shifted his body towards the door, yawning. "So we're staying here?" he asked Nikki.
Walter Pierce


"Hey, relax-"

Walter extended an arm out in attempt to calm Ethan down before his friend had stormed outside, shaking his head. He sighed, rubbing his head in the wake of a headache. He honestly had enough of all the revelations and surprises for a day, in lieu to all of the dying and destruction he'd already seen before.

"It's not your fault," Walter told Rowena as he looked to the side where she sat, a weary smile on his features.

Being the one to have always done supply runs, he had his share of experiences when it came to speaking with outsiders. Some of those run-ins were not all-too friendly, but a lot of the times, he had returned to Dana Point to introduce a new member of their community. So why cast someone else away when they needed one another the most at this point in time?

"Rowena, is it?" he nodded to the woman. "I'm Walt."

When Nikki came back into the house, followed by the soldier and Ethan himself, Walter watched his friend apologize to Rowena before looking for the resident of the house. To be fair, they still had not debated on whether or not they could reside for the night, and the possibility of being thrown out was still reality.

Walter blinked, wondering what the night would bring; he had volunteered to watch over, after all. "Thanks for not sicking the dog on me, earlier," he said.
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