connor sims


Archer: … I don’t know… we should just lay low, Sera. I’d like to save all the inevitable drama for middle school.

Elena: Yeah. I don’t want to deal with anything like that.

Landen: I mean… if you guys want I can try to like, protect you from my sister and her friends. If I say to leave you alone she should?

Sera: We don’t need to be protected-

Archer: Hush. That would be great! We’re always looking for new friends anyway


wyla: what the fuck is wrong with you, connor? why is it your ambition in life to wind me up?
connor: you just called me connor.
wyla: so what?
connor: i don’t think i’ve ever heard you call me by my first name before. 
wyla: i—so? stop changing the subject, i’m angry at you—-
connor: you’re angry because you don’t wanna admit that i’m right and that we’re attracted to each other. because we are.


I know for a while I wasn’t sure if I’d stay here. But I guess at some point I got… well, comfortable.

Now every time I step outside that fence, all I can think about is getting back to my warm bed. Sitting by the fire at night. Waking up to Sasha’s puppy kisses. Cooking dinner with Beth. Chasing chickens around the garden. Listening to Connor play guitar…

Not long ago I was just a wandering corpse myself. I never would have guessed I’d find happiness, much less in people.

Maybe this is what it’s like to have a family? A dysfunctional family in a post-apocalyptic world… but a more genuine family than I ever had.

The one thing that really scares me now is how much I have to lose.

Anyway, that’s all I can write today. Until next time.