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Andrew nodded along, between heaping bites of pancakes and eggs. For such a scrawny guy, he really could pound down food when needed. “Sounds good,” he said. “Anywhere specific we’re planning on going?" He yawned, his jawbones popping unpleasantly as he did so. Andrew hadn’t slept easy-...

Andrew rolled his eyes. “Buuuuuullshit,” he drawled. “Do you know what happens when you feed wild animals? They keep coming back, grow dependent, et. cetera. People do the same thing. They’re never appeased for long." He flexed the fingers of his broken arm, wishing more than ever that he was...

Andrew snorted at that. “I suppose I’m suspicious too, because I only came here after snapping my arm?” He asked. “Not everyone wants help. Besides, out there there’s worse things than biters. Worse people,” he elaborated. “Who’s to say he doesn’t look at us and see monsters?” Andrew stood...

Andrew digested that for a moment, frowning. He didn’t like thieves, not one bit, but still- it was a kid, at least in theory. If he was just some pawn of this group it wasn’t so bad. Well, “not so bad”, they still needed to put a stop to it sooner rather than later. The fingers on Andrew’s...

Andrew mulled over the thought of riding a bike again. Damn, it had been ages since he’d last used one, way before the undead had ever shown up, but he thought he could still do it. You never forget after all. “That could be fun,” he said, casually scratching his chin. “Can’t promise any fancy...

He let Binna hug him with only a slight shiver, but his initial unease gradually faded. Andrew let his eyes slip shut, and felt his heartbeat slow as he listened to Binna’s words. He felt surprisingly at ease, more so than he had in a long time. It reminded him of Claire again. When Binna...

Andrew drew a deep breath. “Picture the scene: little ol’ me, bloody nose and bloodied knuckles from a fight, freshly expelled from yet another school… and this woman gives me another chance. Says she wants to call me her son. I was scared. “I ran. I ran, and I never went back.” Andrew rubbed...

“Understood doc,” Andrew said, flexing his fingers slightly. “And I’ll be there. First thing in the morning" Andrew bit his lip before responding. “When I was thirteen, this woman, Claire Harding, took me in for a while. She was a social worker, y’know? She liked helping the worst cases...

“I hope he feels better soon,” Andrew said, and he actually seemed to be sincere. He winced only slightly at the bandages, and retracted his hand. “Look at me,” he said mournfully. “What a sad sight I am, with both hands out of commission.” He drew his balisong, and flicked it open with a...

Andrew was startled to see Binna in the halls, but quickly regained his composure. He was startled again to see tears on her cheeks, and as Binna collected her medical supplies he replied. “I’ll show you how I cut my finger, if you tell me why you’re crying. I don’t think you harbor a secret...

Andrew couldn’t sleep. He’d polished his balisong six times already in his small room- more of a closet, really- by the dim light of a battery-powered lamp. It was positively glowing, the blade a spear of flame in the warm electric light. He could see a sliver of his own face in the metal if he...

Andrew shrank back from Tucker’s anger, eyes wide with what might have been fear. He didn’t lash out, but he gritted his teeth and steeled himself for possible violence, his good hand at his belt and the knife hidden there. It was a good thing Tucker calmed down, or else things might’ve gotten...

Andrew jerked away with incredible speed, his crossbow dropping to the ground. He had a look of utter terror on his suddenly bloodless face, which was swiftly replaced with white-hot anger. “Don’t fucking do that again,” he snarled, jabbing a finger at Cricket to emphasize the point. “Touch me...

Andrew was surprised by the exuberant greenery. He’d expected more of a neat little garden like the one his last foster mother had- something tame and demure. Not this explosive growth. He picked his way through the plants, carefully avoiding tripping. It was clear that his arm was hampering...

Andrew shrugged. “Attachments aren’t always a good thing. Attachments can get you killed sometimes. Keep you in a bad situation too. I’ve seen it." Andrew aimed a vicious kick at the dead Chomper. “I can tell you I’m nothing like that dead thing. The walkers are less than animals. They’re just...

The sun rose over Arioch like a dragon’s fireball, burning away the cold ocean mists that clung to Guardian City like a shroud. Normally, this would be a rest day for the young Ashen, but that was not to be. The spartan tower chambers where the Ashen sleep, located just above the Dragon Pits...

Andrew shot Tucker a look, and listened patiently. “Nah, I didn’t steal it. She gave it to me, since we hit it off at my interview. Not my usual weapon, but I think I’m getting the hang of it. Never knew she had a boyfriend though,” Andrew mused. “She didn’t strike me as the type to have...

Andrew wrinkled his nose, as if he’d smelled something bad. “The day I let someone carry me, you’ll know I’m dying,” he said. “Trust me, Jemma." He gripped the rope with his good hand, tested it, and then with surprising speed and grace descended outside the wall. He’d clearly done stuff like...

{Sorry, got sidetracked, but Andrew’s in} Andrew smirked. It may have been the first time he had done so in their presence, and it was not an entirely cheerful expression. “I’m in,” he said. “And don’t worry, I’ll be able to get down a rope even if both of my arms were broken. Someone, hold my...

Andrew focused more on his next shot, but he kept one eye and ear focused on the conversation. He didn’t want to intrude quite yet, but Jemma was evidently not entirely settled. The mood read uncomfortably foreboding, although Andrew hoped he was just being paranoid. He did offer Carmen a...