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| Strompy | Feb 6 2015, 08:26 PM Post #181 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Maybe it was the bristling egos but as they approached the Recreation Center Brandon couldn't deny that the air was heavier somehow. That little spat had almost spoiled a perfectly good day. They had food, they had guns, they had ammo and they had a new member. How anyone could find a reason to argue under those condition Brandon didn't understand. Julie didn't know what to make of the situation but she was glad Andre wasn't coming with them, he was a little too intense. As he fell in behind Jeff, Brandon drew his pistol and covered the door as Eli approached. Julie stood on the other side of the door, kukri in hand, giving every impression she was ready, though inside her stomach was doing flips. This would be a good opportunity to ingratiate herself with her traveling companions though, so she decided to nut up. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 6 2015, 08:53 PM Post #182 |
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Is that so?
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Eli had decided to take point, and frankly, Randall was okay with that. He wanted to be out of the limelight for a little while longer. He had appreciated Glenda taking charge of the Julie situation earlier and was appreciative of Eli taking the helm now. Once they were on the road, everyone would look up to him again, but for now he was fine letting everyone else run the show. Randall took his position alongside everyone else, one of the daggers he had pilfered in one hand and his sidearm in the other. He saw Willow and Glenda nearby, Glenda with her blade and Willow holding one too. He imagined Glenda had talked her into using one because it was quieter, but the poor woman looked terrified as they stared at the door and prepared to burst in. By his leg, he noticed Kelsey reach under her shirt and pull out a knife, holding in front of her while trying to noticeably look more menacing. "Where did you get that?" Randall whispered, but realized the stupidity of his question after asking it. Kelsey dropped her war face and looked up at him innocently. He couldn't help but soften after looking at her eyes and seeing Elaine in them. And while it struck him deep, he had already decided he wasn't going to shelter her anymore. But he wasn't going to stop looking after her either. "It's fine." He said before she could say anything. "Just be careful and stay near me, okay?" "Okay." She nodded. "Looks like we're ready." Randall announced. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 7 2015, 12:04 AM Post #183 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli nodded back, then pulled one of the doors open. He gritted his teeth, prepared himself for what might come. Then he took a breath. He was greeted by only darkness. Nothing jumped out at him. Nothing even made a sound. "Okay," he said, nodding again. "And it looks like we're clear. Come on." He had noticed on the walk over that the windows were all boarded up, and now he realized the sun would only naturally light the first few feet in front him. It was too much to hope that the place would still have power, of course, so he considered his options. "Anybody have a flashlight, or a lighter or something?" He was answered by a sigh. "I got a lighter," Jeff said a moment after. He withdrew it from his pocket, and held it out for Eli to take. It was gray, and a little scuffed up. Eli shook his head. "You hold onto it, just stay close." "Stay close," Jeff repeated flatly. "Fine, sure. Great." Eli ignored the slightly sardonic tone, and turned back to the darkness. He waited for Jeff to push down the red button and illuminate the room. When he did, he revealed an empty lobby area. It had been stripped down and repurposed, much like the lobby in the country club back at Mount Kisco. Directly ahead of them was a large set of doors that presumably led into the main gym. There were no bodies in sight, dead or alive. Eli took a tentative step forward, and kept his grip tight on his knife. "What'd you say happened to this place?" he asked Brandon, and he found himself whispering. It seemed appropriate. |
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| Strompy | Feb 7 2015, 02:57 AM Post #184 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"You've got a flashlight on your AR15, pass it over and I'll light your approach." Brandon pointed out. Firing it was a bad idea but a flashlight would be helpful. "Rotters came through here in force. I'm not sure how it started, all we heard was a lot of screaming and some gunfire, most people scattered in every direction, not sure how many died." Brandon recounted, trying to avoid thinking about it too much. Julie tapped Glenda on the shoulder and gestured to her that she was heading back to the cars. She ran up to Mac's truck and rummaged in the back for something to help. She found the lamp from the basement and quickly ran back, holding it above her head shedding more light on the lobby. "Up ahead is the gym, there are offices on the right, and classrooms down the hall to the left." Brandon informed them in a hushed voice. The mob that came through here, and hit his house might have left some stragglers behind. He'd like to have the drop on them for a change. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 7 2015, 07:14 AM Post #185 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"Oh right," Eli said softly at Brandon's reminder about his new AR15. "Here you go." It was hanging on his side by a strap he had found in Brandon's house. He knew that using a gun was out of the question, at least for now, but he hadn't considered the weapon's other functions. He'd have to start. With his free hand, he passed the rifle back to Brandon, then gave Julie an appreciative nod when she reappeared with a lantern. "Does that mean I can put this thing away?" Jeff asked. "Yeah, I guess it does," Eli responded. Jeff thumbed the lighter shut immediately, then returned it to its home in his pocket. Eli, meanwhile, was a little more confident now that he could make out more than a few feet in front of him. He held his knife at the ready and advanced. "So it sounds like they left in a hurry. That's good." He realized how thoughtless that was immediately, and resisted the urge to look at Brandon for his reaction. "Well, not good, but maybe they left stuff behind." "Maybe food?" Jose suggested. "Maybe," Eli repeated, then glanced back around. He realized the 11 of them were taking up a lot of space in the lobby, especially when two of them were the size of Andre and Mac. "We should probably split off into teams, make this go a little quicker. Me and a few others take the classrooms, maybe, while the rest take the offices." As he spoke, he approached the double doors leading into the gymnasium, as Brandon confirmed. In the new light, he could see that a crowbar had been slid between the two handles. Not a great sign, he thought. "We'll leave the gym be for now," he said, frowning. Then a thought struck him, and he spun back to face the group again. "Oh, and one or two people should stand watch around here. We don't want anything wandering in after us, and we should keep an eye out on our cars anyway. If there are any more living stragglers like our new friend Julie here, we don't want them seeing them and getting any ideas." He paused, and then realized what he was doing. His frown deepened. This place gave him a bad feeling, and he wanted to speed things along. In his desire to do that, he had given himself a little more responsibility than he was comfortable with. "Uh, does that sound good?" he asked the group, but looked at Randall specifically. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 7 2015, 03:07 PM Post #186 |
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Is that so?
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"That sounds good." Randall nodded at Eli. The man took a quick look at everyone in the room, mentally dividing them into groups. He tried to take into account their general skills as a survivor so far to make sure no group was inherently weaker than the other. There was no telling what could happen here and he didn't want any deaths on his hands. "Willow, Glenda; you two stay guard here and watch the cars." When he got a nod of confirmation from Glenda, he pointed his dagger down the halls to the left before continuing; "Eli, you can take Brandon, Jose, and Jeff with you and check out the classrooms. Andre, Julie, and Mac are with me and Kelsey. We'll take the offices." Randall waited for a moment to see if anyone would protest, but no one did. At least not audibly, which was all the confirmation he needed to continue. As everyone started to clump into their respective groups, Randall added one last bit that was probably on everyone's mind, but he wanted to make it official. "I don't like the feeling here, let's get what we came for and get out. If anything happens, this place isn't worth your lives." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 7 2015, 04:37 PM Post #187 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jeff answered before Eli could. "Noted," he said. "And I see what you did there, putting the feuding children on different teams. Smart. You shoulda been a schoolteacher. But if it's all the same to you, I think I got a better shot at finding cigarettes in the offices. So maybe me an' a certain angry black dude who will go unnamed should switch." Then, as if to take the choice out of the group's hands, Jeff headed right. He casually pulled open a door leading into an admin area. "Grrgha!" The undecipherable and undeniable cry of a zombie rang out immediately as it fell backwards onto Jeff, toppling him over. Eli was the furthest away, and he was shocked by how fast it happened -- was happening. The zombie must have been leaning back on the door, waiting quietly. He had time to ask himself the disconcerting question of why it hadn't made a sound until now, but not enough time to consider it. Andre was closest. Eli looked at him, expecting the larger dude to spring to action. On the ground in front of him, the zombie -- once a bulky middle aged dude in a jacket and jeans -- lay on top of a panicked and frozen Jeff. Its rotten teeth thrashed at the open air as it tried to roll over on him. Andre did nothing. Eli took a step forward himself, shaking off the hesitation. Before he could take a second step, he saw Mac was on the move. In two lumbering strides, the large white guy cleared the distance. By the third stride, he grunted and winded his leg back like he was playing kickball. Eli thought he heard something crack as the big guy planted a firm kick in the zombie's ribs, sending it rolling off Jeff entirely. The instant he was free of the weight, Jeff frantically crawled in the other direction. The zombie rolled onto its stomach a few inches away. |
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| Strompy | Feb 7 2015, 05:52 PM Post #188 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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It was Julie who made the final strike, stepping on the rotter's back and striking her new kukri down hard. It wedged deep in its head. She had to jimmy the blade free, wiping it clean on the rotter's clothes. She sheathed the blade again with her hands shaking with nervous energy. "Wow. This thing is fucking awesome. Nice kick, dude." she comented quietly. Brandon was startled by the rotter's entry but not shocked. What was shocking was the fact that Andre did nothing about it. No matter which way he looked at it that pissed him off. If he meant to do nothing than that was as good as killing somebody, if he froze... well Brandon knew what it wss like but it wasn't something to forgive lightly. His freezing got Kyle killed. Don't ever freeze. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 7 2015, 05:58 PM Post #189 |
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Is that so?
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"I was trying to be nice." Randall's voice sounded colder than it had only moments ago. "For Elaine's sake. Because she would have wanted this shit to be settled amicably. And oh, how I tried." He casually strolled over to Jeff, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him to his feet. He held Jeff's face only a few inches from his own, so that he could feel Randall's breath on his face and see the daggers that were in his eyes. "I would make a terrible schoolteacher. Because if there is one thing I cannot tolerate, it is childish, immature, self-entitled pricks that don't know when to shut their mouths and listen to directions. Unfortunately for you, this is the apocalypse. Twerps like you don't live long out there because the only thing you have is a tongue that doesn't know when to shut up. Do you know why I put you with Brandon and Eli? Because they are strong and capable." Randall let go of him so roughly that Jeff almost fell backwards from the sudden release. "You are not." "And Andre." Randall slowly turned his head towards the big man, his anger already fading. "I am not going to scold you. But I am ordering you to help him if he does something stupid again. And if he does, we will decide what to do about him then. But we don't kill people, through action or inaction. Are we fucking clear?" |
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| Strompy | Feb 7 2015, 06:12 PM Post #190 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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It made sense to Brandon now, why everyone looked to Randall for leadership. It's very hard to talk down to somebody who towers over you but Randall did so convincingly with Andre. As for Jeff, Brandon felt kind of sorry for him now. He just got spanked. Btandon hid his smirk as he approached the corner leading to the classrooms. He ducked his head around and illuminated the hallway with his flashlight. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 7 2015, 06:48 PM Post #191 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli watched Randall browbeat Jeff and Andre in silence, still frowning slightly. He was absolutely right about everything he said, of course, but the fact that it was even necessary was very unfortunate. It was just another reason he couldn't go to Chicago with them, and why he'd be better off alone until he found something more permanent. Jeff didn't have anything to say to Randall back. When he recovered and stood firmly on his feet, his face was noticeably paler. He seemed to take a second to process what just happened to him, before his eyes settled on Andre, but no accusations came out. He was deathly silent, except for his light ragged breathing. For his part, Andre also stared intensely -- but at Randall. He didn't seem so shaken. If anything, there was resentment on his face. "That fuckin' sounded like scolding to me," he said angrily. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 7 2015, 08:25 PM Post #192 |
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Is that so?
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Randall narrowed his eyes. "I could do worse. Trust me. Now, are we clear?" |
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| Strompy | Feb 8 2015, 12:09 AM Post #193 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Can you and Jeff please just apologize? It's customary when you screw up. God damn." Brandon vented. If Andre froze than that was bad, if he intentionally did nothing that was worse, but not acknowledging his fault was worse still and Jeff didn't just endanger himself, he endangered everyone who helped him. Mac and Julie could have been bitten by getting close to that rotter. Brandon wondered how they would function once he and the others were away. Hopefully they wouldn't get into too much trouble before they got back. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 8 2015, 01:34 AM Post #194 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Andre didn't avert his gaze and his intensity didn't dull. "Yeah," he said, anyway. "We're clear." Eli sighed a little. "Brandon's right, you --" He stopped talking when he heard a knock coming from the gym doors. He turned in place in time to hear another one. Then another one after that. Something had been alerted by the commotion. "What the..." he started, but trailed off. He could faintly make out the shuffling of feet. Then a low din of undead moans, though they were muffled pretty well by the doors. In no time, more knocks came. Eli raised his knife, and instinctively gripped his holster with his other hand. He braced himself for the worst. The knocks started happening faster and more frequently. The groaning cries got just a little bit louder. The double doors shook. "Wait," Eli said, holding out a hand behind him. Shake was all the doors did. The crowbar held fast. As far as Eli could imagine, no amount of zombie clawing was going to get through it. He swiveled around again, looking left and right for any sign of rotters coming from any other directions. None emerged from the darkness. "I think we're okay," Eli said after a few tense moments of silence. He glanced back at the gym doors. "The people were holed up here must have locked some behind them as they fled. They're not going anywhere. Now I don't know what the deal with that one was --" "He had a broken ankle," Jose interrupted. The older groundskeeper was on his knees by the creature, its foot in his hand. It was bent far enough in one direction that Eli didn't need to be a doctor to tell he was right. "There you go," Eli said. The beating at the gym doors hadn't stopped, and Eli kept looking around, just in case. Still nothing. He grimaced. He didn't like what he was going to say, but he believed it, so he might as well put it out there. "We were going to leave the gym for later anyway. We can still do what we came here to do." |
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| Strompy | Feb 8 2015, 08:02 PM Post #195 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon shifted the gun to his left hand and with his right hand free drew his knife. He probably wouldn't need it but at least now he had a quieter option than the AR15. "I think each team should have one of the suppressors. Who's got the HKs?" Brandon asked. |
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