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Dead Men Walking
Topic Started: Nov 28 2014, 02:20 AM (71,065 Views)
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Randall smirked at her comments about the cure. Her straightforwardness certainly was refreshing to some degree.

"That may be, but I would never be able to live with myself if I didn't at least try. But we are still approaching this the smart way; we're going through Canada to avoid fighting through a gauntlet. I don't have any problems with you coming with us, as long as everybody else is fine with it. I personally think the more people we have the better."

"Agreed." Glenda was quick to throw her support in favor of Julie.

"Brandon, Eli." Randall addressed the two people he thought could be the biggest opposition right now. "Are you guys okay with this?"
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Eli shrugged. "'Sup to you, mano," he said. "You're in charge."
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Brandon wanted to establish a condition that Julie not shoot at him again, but it would be very unclassy to even joke about it after he said he forgave her.

"I'm okay with it." he informed Randall.

"I'm guessing you're not so great at shooting?" he asked her, to which she shook her head.

"Well, not with guns at least. I know how to use a bow. If that helps?" she explained, shrugging.

The idea of trying to use a bow against those things seemed completely insane to her, she couldn't imagine having the cool necessary to hit on those in the head. She'd never been very athletic, but not for lack of trying. Her weight had always held her back from a lot of sport and despite leading a more active lifestyle than most she couldnever seem to get rid of it. Archery was an area she could excel in though and she threw herself into it. Targets didn't move around much though, and they definitely don't eat you alive if you miss. Maybe she could be a little more useful with a bow, but she didn't think that was likely.
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"We don't have any bows." Glenda curtly stated with a small frown. "But having a silent weapon with reusable ammunition would be useful. Maybe we can find one."

"Show's over everyone." Randall told whoever was left looking at the display. "We got a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it."

He was just glad that this Julie was sane and reasonable. Despite all she had been through, he had the feeling he wouldn't need to worry too much about her. Every pair of arms was a blessing in this situation. Or at least every pair of arms he could trust. But even then, he wasn't sure who he could trust. He thought he could trust Colin, but as soon as things went under, he cracked under the stress.

"If you have any questions, Julie." Randall stated. "Glenda and Brandon are both knowledgeable. I need to get some air."
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"After we get all this stuff packed away there's just one personal matter I'd like to take care of before we leave." Brandon said as everyone headed downstairs.

"What stuff?" Julie asked walking ahead of him, turning to Glenda who ushered her downstairs.

The following "Holy shit" as she reached the bottom of the stairs and saw the living room indicated she'd found out.

Brandon made his way outside and walked over to the garage. Somebody had made off with the gas as well as the two propane tanks his dad kept there. They'd even siphoned the gas out of his dad's truck. He wasn't looking for that though. Under the work bench was a box and inside that box was a tarp. He picked it up with a grim sense of purpose.
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Eli followed the others downstairs, and made the decision in his head to cut the new girl some slack. She seemed normal enough, and he could understand the gun going off. There were a lot of threats out in the world these days, it made sense that she was paranoid.

Still, one mistake like that was enough. If she took another shot at one of their people, accidental or not, Eli would reevaluate his stance on her pretty quick.

Wait, what am I even thinking about? Eli caught himself. He was going to be with these people another day or two. Three at most. He shouldn't be getting so territorial or attached.

When he arrived in the living room, it was in time to see Jose, Andre and Mac carrying up boxes from downstairs. They all glanced up at Julie with wary looks, but not surprised ones. Mac must have filled them in, like he said he would.

"Yeah, it's something," Eli said to Julie when he noticed her gawking. "We should be going, while we still have the light. I'm gonna go see if I can find some luggage or something for these clothes, and then I'll be right back down. If there's something you want, go ahead and take it. That's what Brandon would tell you, anyway."

He rolled his shoulders a little, adjusting to the heaviness of his new coat. He turned to walk off, but then turned back again immediately. "Five minutes, okay?"

He headed back upstairs.
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Outdoor air had always helped cool Randall's head. For a while, the stench of walking outside had deterred him from doing it, but these days he found he hardly even noticed the smell. Even after being in this house for a while, the smell was already fading from his conscious senses. He could take a deep breath of air and only feel mild discomfort. Which was better than most breaths.

"Hey, boss." Willow greeted him.

She was leaning against the outside of the house, a half-smoked blunt between her lips. She held only the new rifle now; Randall suspected she had put the old bolt action in Jose's van for them to take back and was taking the Ruger Gunsite for herself. She glanced at Randall again, her brown eyes looking at him sympathetically for a moment before she dug a small box out of her handbag. She flipped it open and held it out to him. Inside there were about 10 or so unsmoked joints.

"The last of my personal stash." She shrugged. "You look like you need one."

Randall held out his hand, "No thanks, Willow. I don't even get how you can smoke those things. I've never been one for drugs."

"You know, alcohol is worse than marijuana. And that shit's somehow legal. Or was legal, I guess." Willow shrugged, flipping the box closed and slipping it away. She broke her gaze from Randall and shifted back to the surrounding forest. "I developed some terrible anxiety around the time puberty hit. Marijuana was the only thing that could calm me down. Not a lot, but enough to function in school and at least pretend like I wasn't terrified every waking moment of my life. I was trying to break off the stuff too. Was making good progress with my psychologist and everything."

Randall bit the tip of his tongue and lowered his head. Willow had never told him anything about herself. Maybe he had been a little hard on her.

"Is that why Glenda always gives you those disapproving looks?" Randall inquired.

Willow frowned, "Yeah. She always tells me I can be better than that. That I don't need these things. She knows about my problems and all, but I'm just not strong like she is."

"Well, you better start working on it then." Randall told her. "Otherwise you won't last much longer than that joint collection out here."

"Real words of encouragement, boss." Melancholy dripped from Willow's voice.

"Sorry. I haven't lectured a kid your age for about a year. I'm a little rusty."

Randall found himself smiling when a small smirk crawled onto her face. "Alright. I'll work on my smoking if you work on your lectures. That work?"

"Deal."

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The first time she saw a body, Kelsey had been terrified. Even more so when the body started moving. She had clung to her father and cried. Now she looked at them with more of a morbid curiosity than anything else. Those few days before they found the lodge, she had come to look at them with more of a morbid sense of curiosity than terror. Now they were just a part of the scenery. Just like back at the lodge.

After exploring the place for a while, she found Brandon in the garage looking over a tarp. She didn't know why he needed a tarp, but she had a few ideas.

"Is that for your parents?" Kelsey brashly inquired, looking up the young adult.
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"Were these people assassins or something? Look at all the knives. Whoahohoho this is fucking sick." Julie rambled to herself, picking up the kukri and looking at it admiringly.

She looked around to see if anyone was watching, and seeing she wasn't in sight of anyone took a few swings at the air in front of her. She nodded approvingly before beggining to figure out how to put the sheath on.

Outside in the garage Brandon turned to see Kelsey, who he hadn't heard approaching. She could be quiet. That was good.

"Close. That's a very insightful guess. It's for my brother. His body is out there, I want to bring him back here and put him and my parents downstairs where rotters and animals can't get at them. I want to make sure I have as much as possible left of them to bury. You... wanna help me? We could use a lookout when we go to get him." Brandon offered.

He remembered what it was like to be small, wanting to help out his dad with things around the house. There wasn't anything more boring than being left out, even if it was being left out of work.
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"Yeah." The little girl nodded her head in response.

She quickly realized that she didn't have a weapon. Every good lookout needed a weapon! Without saying a word, she ran into the house and right by Julie, grabbed one of the blades that looked cool (she didn't know if it had an official name or not), tucked it in her jeans and hid it under her shirt. She then ran back out to meet up with Brandon again.

"Okay, ready." She announced.
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"Did you ask your dad? I've got to go get some other things and find somebody to help me carry Kyle, so I'll meet you out the front once we've got everything packed away, okay? You can help me with that in ths meantime." Brandon asked before setting off back inside.

He walked down the hall, glancing into the living room to see Jose, Andre and Julie carting boxes up from the basement. He continued through to the kitchen and rummaged around in the cabinet under the sink, pulling out two pairs of pink rubber gloves. Placing them by the door he turned his attention to the weapons and ammunition. He decided to take a hunting knife to replace his screwdriver, reloaded his Remminton as well as taking the buttstock shell holder in the cabinet.

As nobody had taken the Browning 1911-22 he decided to take it as a sidearm and began packing the weapons and ammo into boxes, the majority of it destined for the country club. As he handed boxes of ammo over to Kelsey who then packed them, he listed off what calibre they were and which guns there used them. He considered the collection a moment and remembered that Glenda still had his Ruger 10/22 from when she took it off Julie. That was a youth rifle, it might just be the right size for Kelsey. He'd have to ask Randall, but he thought it'd be a good gun for her to learn how to shoot and defend herself.

"These are .308s, they're for the Ruger Gunsite which is what Willow is using. They're really big and really loud. A lot of rifles use these so they're very common..." he continued explaining.
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Kelsey nodded, absorbing the information like a sponge as it was relayed to her. She didn't know anything about guns; both before and now. It wasn't that difficult when someone took the time to talk about it, but one thing was really bothering her.

"How do you remember so many numbers?" Kelsey inquired as Brandon packed everything away.
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"My dad repeated it to me a lot, and it helps when you use them. I know what .308s sound like and look like, and also what kind of recoil I can expect when I fire one. After a while they seem less like numbers and more like names." Brandon explained.

He continued explaining the various ammunition types to her as well as giving a basic explaination of how guns fired them. He wasn't sure how much she was taking in but he felt it was a good distraction for the both of them. There was a sort of therapy in reciting all the information to, like it paid respect to his dad whose obsession he'd been a little ashamed off before.

It didn't take much longer for the others to finish packing the supplies away. It was approaching time for them to say their goodbyes. Brandon collected the tarp and the rubber gloves. He was a little touched when several people came to help him move his brother. Barely two hundred yards away in a copse of trees they found what was left. Exposed to the elements for a week, he was a mess. Scavengers had come and picked at his body, but his bones were all still there. He and Eli wrapped him up in the tarp and carried him back, and they made their way back to yhe house like a funeral procession. They placed him and Brandon's parents in the basement, moving the rug and coffee table back over the top. More of a funeral than anyone could expect these days. Brandon knelt down, placing his hand on the floor above where his family lay.

"I'll come back for you. I promise." he swore with a knot in his chest.

He joined the others outside as they made their last preparations.

"So, you still want to check out the Recreation Centre?" he asked Jose.
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Eli pushed down the handle on the bag of luggage and pushed it under one of the back seats of the SUV. It was the smallest bag the Keenan’s had in their house, but he had been able to jampack several changes of clothes, as well as a few miscellaneous toiletries he had found around the house. Then he laid the pea-coat he found over the seat. It was a little bulky, he decides, he wouldn’t bother wearing it until night hit and it got cold.

Before he crawled out of the SUV, he tried to clear his mind of the heaviness that had come from the makeshift funeral Brandon had performed. It had affected him a little, despite his best efforts. He needed to get back into a more neutral headspace.

It took him a minute to do that, or get as close to that as he could. Then he emerged back out into the street, where the entire party was assembled. Andre was still loading up the van, trying to find space for everything they looted.

“I don’t know, maybe we should,” Jose said, responding to a question Eli hadn’t heard. “Especially if there might be food. We got lots, but it’s gonna be winter soon.”

“Speaking of food,” Andre interrupted suddenly. “The heck you doing, man?”

Eli looked over to see that Andre had stopped what he was doing, his attention focused on Mac’s F-150. Eli followed his gaze to see Mac placing a box in the trunk that looked to be full of non-perishables.

“Umm…” Mac’s reply went. He looked confused. “I’m packing.”

“Yeah, I see that, but where you going with all that food?”

Mac tilted his head. He looked more confused. “I don’t – what are you talking about, man? We’re going to Chicago. You know this.”

“You’re going on a day trip,” Andre argued. “Take half of that.”

Eli shook his head sadly. “Goddamnit,” he muttered, realizing where this was going.

Mac’s eyes, meanwhile, narrowed a little at the challenge. “It’s going to be two days minimum, since we’re not going to be driving through the night. And we don’t know what’s going to happen. We may be gone longer.”

“You know how many people we still got left back at the club?” Andre shot back. “How many families?”

“I know,” Mac said. “But come on. We’re going to save the world.”

“Oh yeah, of course,” Andre said, sounding pretty far off from sincere.

Mac’s eyes narrowed even more. “What, you don’t think so?”

“I don’t know what you guys are doing,” Andre said. “But while you’re off on your little road trip, we’ll have real shit to do. We got a society to rebuild.”

“Hey,” Eli finally interrupted, trying to play peacekeeper, even if that had never been his thing. “Look – I’m sure what they don’t eat, they’ll bring back, okay?”

If they come back,” Andre said.

A mocking laugh interrupted the tension. Eli looked over to Jeff, the source of it.

“You guys see what’s going on here, right?” Jeff said, smiling, like he was amused by it. “He’s overcompensating. Big time. He’s so guilty about running away before, now he’s gotta prove he’s the camp’s mightiest defender. It’s pretty obvious.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Andre snapped, taking a menacing step forward. “One more word out of you. Just one. Seriously.”

Jeff’s smile faded a little, and he took a step back. Eli groaned at the scene that was unfolding.
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"A lot of people ran, Jeff. I was about to run until I heard the others fighting back. Running is safer than fighting. There's nothing to compensate for." Brandon interjected on Andre's behalf.

He liked Andre, but Jeff may be right about him. It was still a dick thing to say, though. Andre had a family to protect. Randall did too but it was different for him, he knew about the cure. If there were no cure Randall might have just taken his family and gotten the hell out and he would have been right to do so. Brandon didn't have anything against Jeff, he apparently stole some things but Brandon was willing to give him a chance. Jeff wasn't making a great impression.

"Mac's right, though. We could be gone longer than we intend to, and we are coming back."
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Andre made a subtle scoffing impression, but didn’t immediately argue back. Eli decided to make a second attempt to move this along.

“So,” Eli said, and he clapped his hands. “Rec center, then? Let’s get this over with. Randall, Mac, Jose, bring the cars around out front. Everyone else, come on.”

He wasn’t eager to check out the building. They had been absurdly successful at Brandon’s house. They had found almost as much supplies as they had space in their vehicles, and no one had been seriously harmed in the process. It’s like they had just won a big payout at blackjack. Combing through another building right after felt like putting it all back on the table.

He stayed on alert as he reached the dumpster by the side parking lot. There were no moving rotters as far as his eye could see, but he knew well enough that could change any second.

He looked over his shoulder when he heard the engines rumble back on the convoy of vehicles. He saw the others trailing behind him. Jeff was closest, probably because Andre was farthest.

As he made his way through the parking lot, a feeling of unease crept over him and amplified. He turned and cut across the front lawn, heading for the main doors, which were sheltered by the roof jutting out above them. He glanced warily at the limp American flag hanging from the flagpole.

When he reached the doors, it was still quiet, and there were still no signs of rotters. The SUV, pick-up truck and cargo van all pulled up in the parking lot nearby, finding a row of empty spaces not claimed by abandoned cars.

“Alright people,” Eli said after a moment. “We got no idea what’s waiting for us in here, so stay on your toes.”

He reached into his police belt and withdrew the ka-bar knife he had taken from Brandon’s house. He held it at the ready with one hand as his other reached for one of the two handles on the double doors.

He turned around. “Ready?”
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