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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 2 2015, 03:35 AM Post #1981 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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As the others traded stories – long and short – Eli spared the occasional glance in the rear view. He wasn’t in the mood to join in. He was relieved by their success finding Nolan and sending Kelsey to safety – but now he needed to get everyone else to safety as well. The pressure was still too great to let his guard down. * * * Annie leaned back in her middle seat. Antonio’s question was a fair and expected one, and she saw no reason to deny him. If he was going to be joining them the rest of the way to California, it was only fair that he had a better idea of what the group had been through so far – or at least, as long as Annie had known them. “Of course,” she said. “Looks like we have the time to spare. I’ll start from the time they all arrived in Flint. Jen – she used to be a guard there – woke me up in the middle in the night…” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 2 2015, 04:00 AM Post #1982 |
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Is that so?
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Emily had been driving them for about three hours now. The signs signalling the approach of Chicago hardly seemed necessary anymore with the outline of the giant city looming on the horizon, unobstructed by the mountains and hills that Nolan had gotten used to seeing at home. The wide highway they rode in on was obstructed by a maze of cars that Emily seemed to be carefully navigating through. Kelsey, whose mood was still difficult to read, had been regaling them with stories of their adventures for a majority of the trip. Nolan had expected to hear about the painful stories of those that they had lost and the tragedies they had endured, and those were definitely in there, but Kelsey seemed to be focusing on the positive a lot more. "-when Willow woke up, everyone was so happy. Brandon cried even! Julie rushed over and the two of them had a talk, but Willow sounded like when you wake up in the morning and your throat is all dry and it's hard to talk." "That's the worst!" Nolan heartily agreed. "It is! Glenda acted like she knew Willow would be fine all along, but even Eli seemed relieved. Everyone was happy. It gave us an excuse to stay in Flint for a while too. Brandon wanted me to stay in Flint, I think, but I didn't want to." Nolan pursed his lips. This felt like a mistake. Every time Kelsey talked about Brandon, Willow, Eli, Jen, Annie, Connor, her eyes lit up in the same way they would when you were talking about a really good friend. If there was one thing Nolan knew about Kelsey, it was that her blunt and straightforward attitude had prevented her from making a lot of friends. But in them, even without dad, she had found a place where she belonged. It had become increasingly clear to him. No, it didn't feel like a mistake. Nolan was convinced now that he had made a mistake. Flint was safer, yes. It had commodities and utilities that you might not find anywhere else in the world. But the old saying 'home is where the family is' felt truer than ever. And these people... they were just as much her family as Nolan was. No, after everything they had been through... maybe they were more family. Kelsey and Nolan were related by blood; their was a comfort and familiarity with that, but that was about the extent of their relationship. "Hey, Emily." Nolan interrupted with a heavy heart. "What do you think about-" POP! The car suddenly lurched. he saw Emily try to turn the wheel as the car careened forward, but it didn't respond. Before Nolan could even fully process what had happened, the car slammed hard into the rear of an abandoned car that had been in front of them. Nolan's seat belt locked and prevented him from flying forward, but would probably leave a noticeable imprint along his chest for a day or two. "The fuck...?" Nolan groaned. The pop. Had it been a tire? It must have been one of their front tires going out. Maybe they hit a piece of sharp metal that had been on the road or something. Maybe the tire was on the way out anyway. It didn't really matter now. "Is everyone okay?" "I'm fine." Kelsey alerted him from the front as she clawed the airbag out of her face. "Emily?" |
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| Strompy | Jul 2 2015, 09:23 AM Post #1983 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Mother-fucking son-of-a-bitch." Emily cursed as she swatted at the airbag in front of her. With an aggravated grunt she pushed her door open and grabbed her hat off the dash, putting it on out of habit. First she checked the road ahead and behind to see if it was clear. It wasn't entirely free of creeps, but then few places were. It wasn't a concerning number however and they were spread out. Some would be coming in to investigate the noise but they could be dealt with easily enough. She turned her attention to the car. Driver's side tire was blown. Front end of the car was fairly banged up, the crash hadn't totalled them but there was no telling what might have been shaken loose. "Balls." she grumbled as she leaned into the car and popped the trunk. Inside was a tire iron and a jack but no spare tire. Idiotic. There were plenty of abandoned cars around though, could be they might find a spare in one of them. She started her search with the car they collided with. Also no spare. "The fuck is wrong with these people? Who the hell gets around with a tire iron and jack but no spare tire?" she pondered aloud. "Come on you two. We're looking for a spare tire or a new ride. I don't want to have to make camp this close to a major city." she said collecting her bag and rifle. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 2 2015, 02:40 PM Post #1984 |
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Is that so?
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Nolan crawled out of the back seat of the Sonata and glanced in the direction they'd come from. As he suspected, a sharpened piece of metal, likely from a car, had been on the road. They couldn't even see it as they maneuvered through the other cars. That was a stroke of bad luck for sure. While Emily was searching the car they had run into for a spare tire, cursing all the while, Nolan helped his sister out of the front seat of the car. "I thought the stories of all your guys' cars breaking down was just overblown." Nolan mused to her. "No. We never had good luck with cars." He remembered when Hyundai was basically advertised for surviving the apocalypse. He had seen a show on TV about the end of the world. It was Christian programming and followed the book of Revelations (according to its own interpretation). While the show was met with pretty good reviews since even non-Christians could enjoy it, Nolan was always amused at the amount of Hyundai product placement it had. They had specialized commercials to advertise the show and the cars, they had a Facebook game, and some of the dealerships even went with a theme. It was a big deal. If there was a car to get you through the end of the world, they made you believe it was Hyundai. But 3 hours into their drive, their Hyundai was already out of action. There was a kind of twisted irony in it that was not lost on Nolan. His amusement had to wait. The loud pop and the crash was drawing the rotters, as Kelsey's group had called them, in like a lighthouse. They had been sparse before, but they were closing in from all directions now that their car wasn't really moving anymore. He could see about twenty of them closing in. If Nolan had been healthier and Kelsey been older, it might not have been as concerning as it was. "Yeah, sure." Nolan hesitantly agreed with Emily. With one hand he grabbed Kelsey's hand and started off after Emily. With his other hand, he reached for his Mateba. She sure was cool under pressure. She hardly seemed like she was paying any heed to the rotters while it was now the only thing Nolan could focus on. |
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| Strompy | Jul 3 2015, 02:05 AM Post #1985 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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The creeps were going to be on them before too long. The situation wasn't nearly as bad as it had been the day before. There were plenty of obstacles they could use to control them, and they were spread out in a nice big open space, not all coming at her from one direction. They could kite them around while they checked these cars, take them out one at a time. If they ended up putting them all down they could just take a tire off one of the cars. Emily lead the way forward down the road, popping the boot of another car. You could sometimes find some nice stuff inside them, though it was more often junk. This one was full of junk. A creep got too close to ignore and Emily violently shoved it to the ground, stepped on its chest and proceeding to beat its skull in with her baton. "So, Nolan. Did you really stay in that house for two weeks? How did you not go crazy?" she asked straightening herself up again and proceeding in a business like fashion to the next car. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 3 2015, 03:34 AM Post #1986 |
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Man, this Emily woman really was something else. Nolan couldn't help but notice how that her confidence and badassery was... actually kinda hot. If he thought he had a chance with her, he might have tried flirting a little harder, but from his experience, most female cops were batting for the other team. That, and now didn't really seem like the best time to try flirting. "I was going crazy in there. I wasn't even sure you guys were real until we got in the car and drove away." Nolan explained after Emily picked herself back up and started looking around. "I had a lot of time to think though. About home. About my family. About my friends. It gave me plenty of time to come to terms with the fact that everyone I knew was probably dead. There was a lot of crying and screaming. Near the end I was getting pretty close to offing myself. It wasn't pretty, I can definitely tell you that much." The highway was only two-lanes each direction here with only a small divider covered in grass abd weeds between east and west, which also extended off either side of the highway. No fences or anything, so the cars and the rotters both were strewn beyond the concrete that made up the road. It was kind of a mess. As Nolan surveyed the surroundings, he noticed a quick shimmer of reflected sunlight from an overgrown plantation off the side of the road. He could barely see the source of the shimmer, but it sent a cold rush down his spine. SHIT! Nolan let go of Kelsey and rushed forward. He grabbed Emily and pulled her down behind the car they were standing by. KA-BOOM! The boom of a high caliber rifle cracked through the air; he swore he felt the bullet graze the hairs on his head before it smashed into the side of a delivery truck on the opposite side of the highway. Nolan's heart pounded in his chest. This had to have been a trap! A group of dirtbags setting up camp outside of Chicago, hoping to pick off some poor bastards unfortunate enough to go down the wrong highway. And they had walked right into it! Eli had even warned him about that! "Are you okay!?" He quickly asked Emily. "NOLAN!" Nolan looked over his shoulder as he heard Kelsey shriek his name. The color drained from his face; Kelsey was behind another nearby car, but there were three more people there. A middle-aged man with a knife already had Kelsey pinned to the ground with a hand around her throat; a younger man and woman had a pair of handguns trained on Nolan and Emily -- they were behind another nearby car, using it as cover. "Any of you make any fucking moves and you're dead." The woman barked instantly. "If you cooperate, we might let you live." The younger man said coldly. Shit shit shit shit! It had all happened so fast; Nolan had barely had time to even react to what had happened. In the span of a single gunshot, the rest of the sniper's crew had gotten the jump on them. They must have been nearby the whole time, but they were so focused on the rotters that they didn't even notice or consider the possibility of someone living. They really should have stayed with Eli, this whole thing was a mistake! Kelsey looked at him; she was scared. The man with the shiv held the blade close to her. "Alright hotshot, here is exactly what is going to happen." The younger man continued, looking directly at Nolan. "You are going to drop your weapons on the ground slowly. Then, we are going to take your food, your supplies, and, just because our sniper missed her, your woman. If you cooperate, we will release your daughter and the two of you will be free to continue along your merry way. If you don't cooperate... then we kill all of you, starting with your daughter." He was lying. Nolan wasn't sure how he knew, but the bastard was lying. They weren't all going to get away at all, were they? "NO!" Kelsey shrieked again. She reached under her shirt and pulled out a knife that Nolan didn't even know she had. Nolan's eyes widened in terror as he watched Kelsey drive the blade into the gut of the man that had her pinned to the ground. His face contorted in a mix of shock and agony. Once inside his stomach, she violently twisted the knife sideways. The middle-aged man's face turned red and he punched Kelsey cross the jaw. He lifted his own knife into the air to finish the job. Any sense of self-preservation that Nolan had been holding onto snapped and was replaced with what could only be described as pure rage. "FUCKING BASTARD!" He drew his gun and fired it at the middle-aged man on Kelsey. Once. Twice. Thrice. All three rounds hit him square in the chest. Blood spurted from his mouth and his eyes rolled backward. He slumped off to the side, away from Kelsey. "JAMES!" The woman screamed. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! The return fire was swift. Three of the shots missed, but Nolan felt his entire body react as one of the shots was driven into his shoulder. He jolted and fell onto his back, his autorevolver falling from his hand and sliding to a stop a couple of feet away. "You fuckers just had to do this the hard way!" The man's voice cracked in rage as he stepped out from behind the car, his pistol still aimed at Nolan and Emily. "We wanted to do this the fucking easy way, but now we are going to make sure you only wish you were dead." |
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| Strompy | Jul 3 2015, 01:47 PM Post #1987 |
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Oh my God, no! How did she not put this together? How could she have let them walk right into a trap? Nolan broke cover and got hit. He took one of them out at least. Kelsey was right in the thick of it. She needed to keep their attention on her. The mouthy one that was full of heinous shit thought it was an action movie and strode out with his pistol raised. "He's your easy way you cunt!" Emily hurled back at him before poking her rifle around cover and unleashing a burst of fire in his direction. She'd never fired her weapon at another human being. She expected to feel troubled. Hesitant. She expected to worry about ending another person's life. She didn't feel anything other than adrenaline and anger. Nolan was hurt. Kelsey was in danger. The enormity of this potential failure pressed her into action and she was absolutely fine with that man dying like a dog. She heard him cry out. It sounded like pain. She looked around cover for a split second. He was on the ground. Good. "Is this really how you want to die!? It's not worth the risk. Leave your dead and fuck off! You've bitten off more than you can chew." she called out to the others. If they had any sense they'd realize they were risking everything for next to nothing. There were better ways to get by than this, these people clearly had things going their way a little too long, it was time to wake up. It was amazing how many stupid people had made it this long though. If they kept pushing her she'd make them all creeps by sundown. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 3 2015, 04:20 PM Post #1988 |
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Is that so?
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Nolan crawled back to a crouching position and scooped the autorevolver back into his hand. The bullet didn't get him that bad; more like a rough graze than anything. Whoever these people were, they were amateurs. And that was coming from Nolan. The one with the sniper was a pretty good shot, but that was probably why he had the rifle and the other two were carrying cheap sidearms and knives. Or rather, why the last one was carrying a sidearm. They were not only amateurs, they were kind of dumb. The young man had actually stepped out from behind a car and gotten mowed down by Emily. The young woman's eyes flared with anger and she started wildly firing shots at Emily. Nolan saw an opportunity and peeked around the other end of the car and fired his own last three shots. Two of them missed, but the third one hit her in the chest. As she fell backward, Nolan ducked back behind the car, catching a quick glimpse of Kelsey hiding underneath another nearby car. "Shit." Nolan cursed. "What the hell are we gonna do about that sniper?" |
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| Strompy | Jul 3 2015, 06:01 PM Post #1989 |
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"I'm going to make a move. He'll take a shot. He won't hit. All this gunfire is going to be drawing creeps. You take Kelsey and stay in cover, don't let those things or that shooter see you. You find a car and hide inside there. Eventually he's going to have to deal with some of those things. That's when I'll take him out." she said confidently. She wasn't. The only thing she was confident about was making a move that would draw attention away from Nolan and Kelsey. With her going one way, them going another, his friends dead and the creeps homing in on the sound of his rifle he'd have too much on his plate. Whether she made it out of this with her skin still attatched she didn't know. She fired a burst at the sniper's position to give Nolan a chance to get to Kelsey, then she'd make her move. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 4 2015, 02:11 PM Post #1990 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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He had spotted these people a couple hours ago, and had been following them ever since. He recognized the glint of madness in their eyes, even in the cloudy lens of his spotting scope. He had seen that look before, plenty of times, before and after the world went to hell. Something inside of them had snapped. They had turned a corner. They were ready and willing to do harm, and not just to deadheads. He could just tell. No matter how hard they were, however, they were amateurs. He had seen them but they hadn’t seen him. Normally, he would just have just given them a wide berth and been on his way. If he was in a different kind of mood, he would have just ended them and been on his way. He had been alone for several days, however, without much in the way of entertainment beyond his own active imagination. So instead of leaving, he stayed put. He found a vantage point and watched them go about their business. He was curious what that might be. From the traps he could tell they were setting up, he had a good idea, but he wanted to see them in action. He didn’t have to wait all that long, in the grand scheme of things. A Sonata rolled right into their clumsy crosshairs and the four-person team lived up to his low expectations right away. Some swearing, some threatening, and some hostage taking later, and he figured the show was over. He had seen all he needed to see. He climbed the same ladder the sniper had climbed. When he peered over the top, he could tell the man was oblivious – too caught up in the events unfolding through his scope to pay attention to what was going on right behind him. By the time he finally had a sense to turn around, it was beyond too late. He didn’t even have time to let out a scream before his throat was slashed by a cold steel knife. Below, the crew’s hapless victims proved not to be as hapless as they appeared at first glance. One of them was even a cop, or used to be. Through the scope of the dead sniper’s rifle, he could tell the other one had taken a shot, but that between the two adults, they had also dished out a few of their own. He looked around a bit. The older dude was stone cold deceased. The younger chick, too, was unmoving. The younger dude was down too. But not out. He watched him get a grip on his weapon and raise his arm. A burst of fire rang out – aimed at him, at his position on the rooftop. Which was annoying, but understandable. He ducked until the shooting stopped, then looked again through the scope of the rifle. The young thief – the one that was giving instructions earlier, and spouting the bullshit about maybe letting his victims live – had his weapon raised at the girl cop’s back. KA-BOOM! The young thief’s weapon was raised no more. Now he was dead. And speaking of dead, deadheads had started closing in. He took a moment to eject the magazine of the rifle to see how much ammo he had left. Enough to make a dent, it turned out. KA-BOOM! The nearest deadhead to the surviving young man went down. KA-BOOM! Then the next nearest. KA-BOOM! He continued to clear the area. * * * “Wow, did that almost go bad or what?” he called out, shortly after descending the building’s ladder and making it back to solid ground. His hands were raised as a gesture of good faith as he cleared the corner of the building and revealed himself to the survivors. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 4 2015, 02:33 PM Post #1991 |
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Kelsey remained hidden underneath the car. Gunfire sounded out all around her, but eventually it fell silent. But she could hear her brother and Emily. Both still talking. Both alive. "I don't know who are, but thanks man. We seriously owe you one." She made out her brother say. They were talking to a third person who didn't seem to be associated with the morons that just tried robbing them. Or at least seemed far more rational. Cautiously, she crawled out from under the car. The bandits were dead. Well, most of them were. She could see the young woman was still alive, desperately reaching her arm towards her gun with a trail of blood running from her lip. But she probably wouldn't survive without medical attention. And Kelsey didn't care either. She casually walked over to her and kicked the gun even further from her grasp before returning to the others and leaving her to die. She walked over to Nolan and Emily. Nolan was bleeding from his shoulder a little, but it didn't look too bad. He didn't seem too bothered by it, at least. While she was relieved to see everyone alive, her attention was drawn instead to the newcomer that had apparently helped them. Kelsey tilted her head curiously to the side. He looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't really place her finger on it. Did she know this man? |
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| Strompy | Jul 4 2015, 07:58 PM Post #1992 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Let me see." Emily ordered as she pulled Nolan's clothes to the side to inspect his injury. Forbidding infection he'd live. If he were allowed to rest up a couple of days he might not even be bothered by it for long. She'd learned how to deal with bullet wounds in a first aid course as part of her training, this was the first time she'd had to use the knowledge. In her bag she had antiseptic and bandages for just such an occasion. She didn't bother keeping a gun on the new shooter. If he meant them harm he could have done that from where he already was. If he wanted something from them she might even say he'd earned it, depending on what it was. If he were just generally looking for trouble he was going about it in a very strange way, but she was ready to oblige. She deemed the situation was safe. "Yes, thank you for that. Things could have gone very wrong. Why did you do that, exactly? It wasn't your fight." she addressed the shooter. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 4 2015, 10:05 PM Post #1993 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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He gave the girl cop a smile and a friendly shrug. “Don’t worry, darling, I didn’t go too far out of my way,” he said. “And I’m always happy to make the world a little safer. How’s your friend?” He looked past her to the young man – who was probably real nice looking, when he wasn’t harried and bleeding. He and the girl seemed to accept him as a non-threat, so he lowered his hands and approached. When he was closer, he took a few moments to observe the young man's wound. He had indeed taken a bullet, there was no getting around that. But he’d seen worse. Just a few days ago, he had seen a lot worse. “Yeah, that must sting,” he said. “But don’t worry, kiddo, they were packing peashooters. You’ll be fine.” His eyes, finally, turned to the third person in their party, who had only just climbed from under her hiding spot under the car. She was real young – only a little girl – and she had the beginnings of a nasty bruise. By tomorrow, the whole lower half of little face would probably be purple. By the day after, she’d be okay. She was okay, really. She was also… recognizable? And the way she was cocking her head, and the look in her eyes – does she...? A memory clicked into place. He cocked his own head, and grew a smile that stretched the thin-white scar on his chin. “Hey, I’ve seen you before.” He held out his hand to shake. “Jimmy Weston, pleasure.” * * * The day had been worn on another three hours when the convoy passed a sign welcoming them to Nebraska, and the city of Omaha came into view. Half an hour later, Omaha was behind them and they were back on the mercifully boring plains. “Good job, guys,” he said. “Next up is Lincoln. After that, a whole lot of nothing.” He was pressing down on the radio, but his words were for everyone. Over the last hour, as they were passing the last viable exits off the I-80, he and the others in both vans had a spirited discussion about going around the city this time. He was for it. Annie, however, had taken command of the radio from Antonio and argued the other side. “There are gonna be problems everywhere,” she had said. “Who’s to say there isn’t a camp of hostiles on the offroads?” At the time, Eli was privately amused by her use of the term hostiles. She hadn’t been gone from Flint all that long, but she had already taken on the almost-military mindset he and many of the others had adopted days ago. “Yeah, an’ who’s to say there’s not gonna be another bridge collapse that puts us in horde central?” Eli asked back. “No one’s saying that,” Annie replied. “That’s the point. There’s danger and complications no matter where we turn. So we should take the fastest route. Give that danger the smallest window of opportunity possible.” Eli wasn’t convinced going through another city as big as Omaha was the way to do that. Willow had Annie’s back, however, and his convictions weren’t strong enough to turn it into any bigger of an argument. They had made it through Des Moines unscathed, even with the detour through the city streets. A weird, non-rational part of his head told him they could manage Omaha just as well. And they did manage it – this time, without even having to leave the interstate. Much like Des Moines, Omaha had been spared the bombings. It was just a boring city in a boring region on what used to be one of the most boring stretches of highway in America. Travelling through it would have been numbing, if not for the constant threat of rotters and the fear of getting stranded amongst them. Like he had reminded everyone else – after Willow reminded him, calling upon her memory of the map she left back at the hotel – the next major city worth worrying about was coming up soon. Despite being the state’s capital, it was smaller than Omaha, and thus much less a concern. “We should start thinking harder about gas starting now,” Eli reported, still pressing down on the two-way radio. “We probably have enough to get us both through another day, but after that it’s gonna get tricky. Last thing I want is…” He trailed off, releasing his hold on the button. He sniffed. Maybe he was just imagining it, because car troubles were on his mind, but he could swear something was wrong. He glanced to the passenger seat, then to the people in the back. His brow furrowed. “Anyone else smell that?” he asked. “It’s… is something burning?” He slowed down on the gas as he looked around. Nothing was. Not in the car, at least. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 4 2015, 10:36 PM Post #1994 |
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Jen sniffed the air tentatively a few times after Eli brought something up. Sure enough, there was a smell of something odd. And it did kind of smell like burning, though it was hard for her to place it since nobody in the van had showered for a few days and the smell of their amalgamated BO was ingraining itself into her nostrils more than anything else. "Yeah, I do kinda smell something." Jen said. Behind her, Willow was asleep on Brandon's shoulder. After the conversation died down, she had managed to do the one thing Jen had never been able to do no matter how much she tried -- sleep in a moving car. Never mind the fact she was right next to someone's armpit and the world had gone to hell. Admittedly, Jen was a little jealous. It also meant they weren't getting Willow's input unless she woke up. The more she focused on the smell though, the more she thought she recognized it. "There's no smoke or anything nearby." Jen noted as Eli slowed down. "I think it's the van." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 4 2015, 10:51 PM Post #1995 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli frowned, because he had the same thought. He had to wonder how long it had smelled like that. He couldn’t believe it had just started. Over the last month or so, that particular sense had been dulled to a nub. He had to adapt to the stench of rotters – not to mention the stench of his companions. Usually, it took an event as extreme as the one in the warehouse to break through. He hoped this was different. “We’re smelling burning here,” Eli reported into the radio, easing up on the gas even more. “I’m pulling over.” |
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