(( Faith Clementine Marshal-Mackenzie continued from Do It, Try It )) Faith looped the laces of her new shoes around her fingers and tugged, the sun-bleached fabric tightening around her feet, before being topped with a knot. She rolled her feet slightly as she stood up and took a few steps back and...

Faith's hands found their way to familiar positions on the pole of the scythe, but rather than using it as an impromptu walking stick, she instead held it out in front of her like a spear. She didn't really know how it was supposed to be used, but if she could keep whoever was prowling around, she w...

Faith made a point of not looking away as Connor reacted, his body shifting just as much as his demeanour, as openness turned to denial. Part of her wanted to just sink into the floor and not have to hear what he was saying, but another part of herself was busy patting itself on the back for having ...

Faith nodded for a few moments, trying to give Connor reassurance that she understood, but the motion felt more and more hollow as the thought resonated through her. She broke the brief spell of eye contact, as she realised that what he was trying to do wasn't just hard, it was impossible . One of t...

Faith nodded her head a little as she digested Connor's first statement. It was a callous observation, but that didn't make it any less true. Maybe if the two of them had stayed with the group, they'd have been able to do something, but to what end? It wasn't like you could actually find people by t...

(( Faith Clementine Marshal-Mackenzie continued from The Day I Tried to Live )) Faith didn't turn around as Connor's words were absorbed by the small room they'd shared for the night, keeping her face close to the barricade of garishly coloured boards, peering through the gaps and out into the rest ...

Faith's arm retreated to her side as Connor brought himself to his feet, offering him a smile that was a mirror of his own, as she let out a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. It hadn't been the best pep talk of her life, but it had been true, and that had been enough. Things weren't act...

It was an oddly surreal experience, as Connor stood there and answered her question. It reminded her of the times she'd seen a tree felled, watching it hang in mid-air for what seemed like an eternity, before reality kicked in and sent it crashing to the floor. Only here, she'd been swinging the axe...

The memory of the dart gun she'd originally had rocking back and forth in her hand, pointed squarely at Sierra's accomplice, floated back to the surface of her mind as Connor spoke about the dangers even the people who hadn't killed yet posed. Faith couldn't remember thinking about what she was doin...

Her expression soured a little as Connor mentioned hunting. It was a gross parody of what hunting really was, skulking around and waiting for something - someone - to just walk into your crosshairs, just to pull the trigger and then run away with one less problem to deal with. The epitome of every c...

Faith offered Connor a reluctant smile as a response to the compliment, forcing it onto her lips for a moment, before looking down at her lap. A fortnight ago, she would have agreed, it would have felt so self-evident to her that she'd have wondered just what Connor was trying to butter her up for. ...

Faith's recollection of the event had been blurry at best, even when it had all just happened, and now it was buried under a week of other stressful events. It made her second guess the few nuances, flashes of detail she could grasp onto, wondering if they were really memories or just something she ...

Faith's head nodded up and down as he spoke, half just to signal she was paying attention, and half in understanding. It wasn't easy to scrub the sight of someone you knew dead and bloodied from the back of your eyelids. Connor seemed to be focusing on it too, she remembered him talking about it whe...

(( Faith Clementine Marshal-Mackenzie continued from Hell and You )) The problem with a question like "Y'all okay?" was that it sounded normal. The kind of thing that you'd respond to with a nod of the head, a smile, and a "Doing good" or "Not bad" at worst. It didn't f...

The sounds of her name being called bled through into the purposeless, dark haze of her mind, echoing in old enough pathways to bring back familiar protests as she tried to roll away from the source of it. "Too early..." If a dream had been interrupted, it wasn't something she could rememb...