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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 13 2015, 04:59 AM Post #226 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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When the last of the rotters slumped to the ground, a feeling of satisfaction finally washed over Eli. We did it, he realized, and he even smiled a tiny bit. And no one got hurt. That feeling wavered a bit as he approached the other side of the basketball court, where there was a visible door that must have led into the storage rooms Brandon had talked about. This was their last chance to find anything. If they came up empty again, then all they had really accomplished was wasting ammo. Eli was the first to the door, and he took a breath before opening it. Mentally, he was prepared for more fallen furniture and strewn paper. What he saw instead made him smile. “Jackpot,” he said, then let out another wolf whistle. He turned to smile at Mac, the second through the door. “Awesome,” Mac said, returning Eli’s smile with his own. The room had three large cardboard boxes, one of which was a little light, but the other two were stretched out from the piles of canned food in them. From scanning the labels, Eli could tell there was some fish and meat, some vegetables, and even some peanut butter. It was like they had stumbled upon the result of a canned food drive for the homeless – and hell, maybe they had, it was about that time of the year. “Would you look at that,” Jeff’s voice came next. Eli turned to see the bearded man peek in, but then step out of the way as Andre entered. “Think we have enough now that we don’t have to fight over it?” Mac asked aloud, presumably to Andre. The black man let out a short, brief laugh – it sounded kind of disbelieving. “Yeah, I think we’re good,” he said. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 14 2015, 03:51 AM Post #227 |
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Is that so?
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With as much food as they found, it was quickly proven that everyone was right. There was more than enough food to hold the lodge at Mount Kisco over for a while; there would be no further arguments over the food distribution between Randall's team and the lodge. Of course, it just so happened that moving that quantity of food took quite some time, but Randall found that he didn't mind it. Maybe it had been the stress of being thrown into a dangerous situation like this, but after retrieving a small armament of weapons and a hidden food stockpile, all without anyone getting bit, had put everyone in a good mood and washed the stress away. Even Randall felt a little lighter. "Is that the last of it?" Randall inquired from the lobby as Mac strolled by with yet another handful of cans. "That it is." Glenda affirmed from behind Mac. She had once again given up on a firearm in favor of a blade. "Except for those." Glenda nodded towards Kelsey, who was on Mac's heels carrying two more cans of food. She gave her dad a silly grin as she followed him outside. "Doesn't even really feel real, does it?" Randall contemplated out loud. "Like when we were kids setting out to go on a vacation." "No, I don't know what that feels like." Glenda dryly retorted. "Boring childhood, huh?" "Something like that." Randall got the uneasy feeling that he was encroaching in territory that he probably shouldn't be and decided to end the conversation. Besides, it was getting close to the time for everyone to part ways. The general contractor let out a weary sigh and walked outside. When all was said and done, the morning had long since passed and the mid afternoon sun hung over them. Clearing the place out had taken longer than Randall projected, but they still had a few good hours ahead of them on the road. Most everyone was gathered around the makeshift convoy, helping pack all the food and weapons into the appropriate vehicles. To be honest, Randall was not sure how the weapons and food were being distributed; there were plenty of others who were fine dealing with that. Against his better judgment, Randall trusted everyone here. Logistics were not really his strong suit anyway. Even at the lodge, Roland had been in charge of making everything work. Randall approached Jose. He wasn't very good with goodbyes, but he wasn't going to leave without saying anything. "You and Andre will keep that place running for us for when we get back, right?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 14 2015, 06:38 AM Post #228 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"We'll do our best," Jose replied, smiling a little. "Be careful out there." Eli patted the older Hispanic man on the shoulder as he passed the scene, heading back towards the SUV. Over his own shoulder, he heard more words exchanged as Andre interrupted. "I know you guys think you have to do this, and I guess respect that," Andre said. "But hurry back. What we're gonna build here -- it's going to need men like you, Randall. Good luck." Eli was surprised at how sincere he sounded. Finding all that extra food had really tempered Andre's attitude. Eli shrugged a bit as he loaded himself through the SUV's open doors, squeezing past the middle seats into the back once again. He allowed himself to relax a little after all the work it had taken to bring those boxes back into the parking lot, then loading them into the three vehicles. Absently, he looked out the window as the rest of the goodbyes took place. Mac, for his part, ended up giving Jose a friendly hug and shaking Andre's hand, before heading back to his truck. He was carrying the Berretta A303 shotgun from Brandon's house now. A final distribution of the weapons had taken place moments ago, and Mac had chosen that one for himself, as well as the machete that had gone unclaimed. Jose and Andre kept Brandon's parents weapons, Brandon had packed up the .22 rifle that Julie shot at him with, and the Chicago-bound team decided they'd also take the M4A1, for whomever would end up needing it. When Mac was in his truck, Eli could see it was Jeff's turn. He had approached the group with his hand out for Randall to shake goodbye, but after Randall accepted, he turned back to Andre. Even in the good mood that he was in, the larger black man gave Jeff an icy look back. Jeff absorbed it for a few uncomfortably long moments, blinked for a while, then turned and walked in the wrong direction -- away from Jose's cargo van, and towards Randall's SUV. Eli cocked his head. "Hey, what are you --" "I'm coming with you guys," Jeff interrupted, matter-of-factly. He squeezed his way to the back, and sat down in the middle, between Eli and Brandon's seats. |
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| Strompy | Feb 14 2015, 07:55 AM Post #229 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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While everyone was saying their goodbyes Julie approached Kelsey and tapped her shoulder. "Hey, kid. Thank you for that back there. You saved my ass." she said. Being saved by a ten year old may have made some people ashamed but Julie was completely comfortable with it. Brandon shook Jose and Andre's hand as they split up, he noticed Jeff freeze awkwardly as he looked at Andre. He chuckled lightly as Jeff did a 180 for the car. Brandon tookhis seat next to Jeff. "Man, that guy friggin hates you." he chuckled. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 15 2015, 04:56 AM Post #230 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"I think you're right about that," Jeff said. "And I can't imagine why. I think I'm pretty loveable." Eli smirked a little, and stared forward again. Clearly, the group's success back in the rec center had gone some way to restoring Jeff's cocksureness. Moving forward, he just hoped he would prove more useful than he might prove annoying. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 15 2015, 05:36 AM Post #231 |
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Is that so?
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"I thought everyone was gonna get mad at me for that!" Kelsey beamed proudly at Julie as she climbed into the front seat of the SUV. "You're welcome, but you're tough so you woulda been okay!" From the driver's seat, Randall dug into his pocket and withdrew the half-empty carton of cigarettes he had found in the office. He tossed the pack back to Jeff. "My apology for earlier. Hopefully Camels aren't offensive to you." Randall announced. "Of course, no smoking in the car. That means you too, Willow." "Yeah, yeah." The woman with dyed hair groaned from the backseat. Randall did feel a little bad for her; she was shaking pretty badly after the adrenaline drained out of her system, but she seemed to recover pretty well during the celebrations and work that followed. She just needed an outlet to keep from going crazy. Like me, Randall dryly thought. While Randall had kept his M9 and combat knife, Willow had decided to keep a hold on the HK after proving adept at it. Glenda and Kelsey simply only had knives. Glenda because that was simply what she preferred and Kelsey because Randall wouldn't allow her to hold one without any proper training. Which there would be time for later. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 15 2015, 06:06 AM Post #232 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"Uh, thanks man," Jeff caught the carton, and seemed a little taken aback. "Appreciate it." From his window seat, Eli watched the two doors to the cargo van slam shut, then heard the engine come to life. A few moments later, the van was off, heading back the way they came. Eli realized that was the last he'd probably see of Andre and Jose and their camp. It wouldn't be the last time for the others, though. He decided then that as long as he was with them, he'd do his part to make sure of that. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 15 2015, 07:58 PM Post #233 |
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Is that so?
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Buffalo, New York. That was their destination. Randall had plotted out a general course before setting out that would take them from Patterson across the state to New York. Before the dead would come back to life, Randall wouldn't have expected the drive to take any longer than 6-7 hours. Of course, that did not factor in the circumstances of this new world, like abandoned cars and rotters that may be in the road. The ride was quiet. Everyone had seen the chaos outside during their ride from Mount Kisco, but it was still different. Even several hours from the lodge, there was still a swathe of destruction across civilization and not a single living human to be seen. Everyone had thought that this was just some localized infection, that the government would be here to help them. Randall had believed it, Roland, Jerry, Elaine, everyone believed that the government would come with a cure and save everyone. But the more they drove, the more the idea of the government helping them seemed foolish. Interstate 84 weaved through and around smaller towns; every single one of them looked abandoned and desolate. Sometimes they would see activity from rotters; other times they would see what looked like evidence of survivors. But they always agreed to never look into it. Randall had heard from Julie what he had suspected would happen all along; not all people were good. Randall and his team had no time to chase what could be ghosts or murderers. If they saw something strange, they would simply keep on driving. "Did we bring any extra batteries?" Willow inquired as they skimmed the outskirts of a town called Deposit on Intrastate 17. "Double A's." They had been on the road for a few hours now and the sun was beginning to hover over the horizon. Randall figured they had maybe an hour of good light left. "Why? Did your Game Boy run out of batteries?" Randall asked. "Uhh... almost?" "Well, we didn't bring any. We'll need to stop for the night here though, maybe you can find some when we stop." He suggested. "Batteries aren't a bad thing to have, though." Randall turned the SUV off of the highway and onto Old Route 17. He was vaguely familiar with this area, but he knew there were some relatively well hidden houses on that road that would keep their vehicles, full of valuables, away from prying eyes. After being on Old Route 17 for no more than a few houses, he quickly pulled the SUV into a small dirt driveway he found, into a small thicket of trees and up a hill, stopping it in front of a small, brown house numbered 3485. He knew nothing about this house, but it looked like it had been abandoned from the street. "Well." Randall announced. "Let's make sure this place is secure. See if we can get some rest here." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 16 2015, 02:40 AM Post #234 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli took a moment to survey the house from his seat. It didn't look like anyone was home, which is why Randall must have chosen it. Hopefully, they were both right to think that. He nodded affirmatively to Randall's announcement, then made his way out of the car. Truthfully, he was also happy to get a break from the silence of his thoughts. Every mile they had traveled to get here had just been another mile of wasteland. It was making him doubt his thoughts about Canada a little. It made him consider that this might be all there was anywhere. He was out of the SUV in time to see Mac's red F150 come to a stop in front of him. Mac and Glenda both poked their heads out. "What's going on?" Mac asked, getting right to business. "It's getting dark," Eli answered on Randall's behalf. "If it's safe, we're gonna hole up here, rest and refuel." He turned and headed for the trunk, which Randall had obligingly unlocked. He pulled it open and found the AR15 he had made his. He strapped it over his shoulder again, just in case they were about to see any action. Even if this place seemed safe and remote at first glance, there was also something vaguely creepy about the way it was isolated. Having an assault rifle in his hands made him feel better about it. "So where are we, anyway?" Jeff exited the SUV next and was looking around, clearly taking note of the walls of trees and dark green hills that surrounded them at every angle. "Sign earlier said 'Deposit,' I think," Mac offered as he got out himself, wielding his new shotgun. "Been a New Yorker all my life, never even heard of that," Jeff said. "How 'bout you, Eli? You ever experienced this kind of upstate charm before?" "I'm from Florida. Never been further north than LaGuardia. Not until recently," Eli answered. "And now you're all about Canada," Jeff said. "Nothing better than an apocalypse to motivate you to see the world, huh?" "Guess so," Eli responded as picked up the unclaimed M4A1 from the trunk. He held it out for Jeff, and was happy to change the subject. "Take this, don't fire it unless you have to." Jeff gave him a half-frown. "I wouldn't even know how to, amigo." "I'm pretty sure you'll figure it out," Eli responded. "And we'll get someone to teach you, anyway. Until then, just be careful with the trigger." Jeff's frown persisted, but he accepted the weapon, holding it awkwardly. Eli walked away from him and towards Randall, ready to follow him and back him up. |
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| Strompy | Feb 16 2015, 03:50 AM Post #235 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"That's an ambient light sight on that, doesn't need batteries but it's useless in the dark. It has a collapsible iron sight though, switch to that once we get inside. I'll teach you some of the finer points of that thing soon, for now obviously just don't point it at anyone." Brandon explained to Jeff as he retrieved his FAL. He was pleased to see Julie hadn't offered the Browning back. He preferred that everyone have a ranged weapon and be comfortable with it. Except for Glenda ofcourse, but that was different he knew she could shoot just fine and she was terrifying with a knife. Julie was glad to be able to close her eyes in relative peace as they drove there. She like Brandon had had a few too many sleepless nights recently. These people were good though, she felt there was nothing to worry about from them. She could sleep in safety and a little comfort. Despite the few steps she'd taken to make herself comfortable in Brandon's attic the couplenights before, it was still a dusty attic, full of junk and vermin. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 17 2015, 05:05 AM Post #236 |
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Is that so?
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"I used to come up here a long time ago. Elaine had a cousin or something in Windsor, which is the next town up." Randall explained to nobody in particular. "The place was pretty quiet and really small. Less than 2,000 people I think. But I still wouldn't want to brave going into the town proper blind." A quick sweep of the perimeter revealed that nothing was really out of order. The house was a little rundown from going over a month without maintenance, but the doors and windows were all secured. There was no fence surrounding the property, the border merged directly into the forest and gave the place a sort of exposed feel since one couldn't see too far out. It was the greatest strength and greatest weakness of the place, but it would be hard to avoid in this part of the state, where the woodlands controlled everything. Randall figured as long as the house was secure, rotters wouldn't be a problem; and it was secure enough for a night. "This place feels... creepy." Willow commented after getting a good look at it. "It's just your imagination." Glenda assured her with a sigh. "Everything feels creepy at first, but you get used to it pretty quickly." "I don't know if I want to get used to this." Randall approached the front door and gripped the knob. He turned it and it opened freely; an event he was glad for. So far, it seemed like everything was working out in their favor. A well preserved, unlocked house in an area with few rotters roaming around. Randall had counted only six since passing the sign, and none near this house in particular. The door opened into a dusty and slightly unkempt, but mostly intact, living room with flannel couches and all the commodities one would expect from a house in this day and age. A few knocked over appliances told of the panic in the early days here, and he was sure a few things would be missing, but whoever had lived here had left in a hurry, leaving this place mostly intact. Randall slammed on the door as hard as he could, and the banging was met with at least one gargled response inside the house. "Looks like we got one." Randall bit the tip of his tongue and slowly unsheathed the serrated blade he had taken from Brandon's folks place. Now in the doorway, he banged on the door again. Again, the raspy groan responded to the sound. There was a scratching and bumping coming from the house, but after about 30 seconds, a single rotter stumbled out. It was a middle-aged woman, stripped of her clothing and barely able to walk on a mangled leg. Her glossy eyes were focused solely on Randall, who stood in the doorway waiting for her. As the rotter got close, he unceremoniously rammed the blade through the underside of her jaw and reached out his other hand to grab her. With both hands, he slowly spun the now dead rotter out of the house and dragged her onto ground nearby. "I think that was it. Just make sure it really is empty before we do anything else." Randall noticed as he placed the rotter on the ground that his free hand had been groping the rotter's bare breast. "Oh, fucking gross!" He recoiled instantly and stared at his hand in visible disgust. "Oh god, do we have any disinfectant?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 17 2015, 03:37 PM Post #237 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"I think we brought some wet wipes from camp," Eli offered, smirking a little. Yeah it was gross, but it was also kinda funny, at least. He clicked on the flashlight mounted to his AR15 and entered the cabin first, looking around. He turned and waved for Mac to follow him. Mac nodded back, and got his new shotgun at the ready. Together, they cleared the house much like a SWAT team would -- strafing around corners, opening a door and stepping away from it immediately, checking behind furniture and under tables. Even if they didn't do it perfectly, they fell into a comfortable synch pretty automatically. "I think we're good," Mac said after they moved aside the shower curtains in the bathroom. "I think you're right," Eli said with a nod, which made Mac smile a little. The big guy was clearly after his approval, which Eli had mixed feelings about. He pushed past them, though, and headed back to the front door, where some of the others had followed them in. He flicked off his flashlight and strapped the AR15 over his shoulder again. "Looks like we got three beds and a couch," Eli reported to those assembled. "Some extra pillows in the bathroom closet, though, so maybe we can draw straws and pick some people to sleep on the floor." "I'll take the floor," Mac said immediately. Eli shrugged his assent. "We'll also want to keep a couple people on watch at all times," he said. "I'll go first," Jeff offered. "I need a smoke, anyway." |
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| Strompy | Feb 17 2015, 11:25 PM Post #238 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"What's on the menu?" Brandon asked as he rifled through the food boxes. As he did so he noticed his old .22 and remembered what he was going to ask Randall. Now seemed like as good a time as any to show Kelsey some of the basics. He grabbed the small rifle and slung it over his shoulder. He walked into the kitchen and placed the cans of beans he took from the truck on the counter. Randall was just outside stretching his legs, Brandon opened the window and called put tohim. "Randall, I wanted to ask you thought about teaching Kelsey to shoot. I've got .22 that'd be perfect and we still have a little light left, could squeeze a bit of practice in today." he asked, leaning out. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 18 2015, 12:19 AM Post #239 |
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Is that so?
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"Your loss, Mac." Willow quickly injected herself into the conversation. "I am taking the bed!" The lodge didn't have any real beds, and Willow was not about to pass up the chance to sleep in one tonight. Even the thought of it made her a little giddy; oh how she was planning on savoring it. "Oh, and I got first watch with Jeff. Calling it right now." "Never in a thousand years would have thought I would need to give someone permission to help teach my ten year old daughter how to shoot a rifle." Randall somberly mused as he wiped off his hand on the wipes he managed to find. "I was always fairly anti-gun before all of this. Of course, my opinion has changed now. If you want to teach her, go ahead, you are far more knowledgeable than I. But if you decide to take her shooting, I want to be there too. Okay?" His gaze inadvertently shifted to her; she stood nearby, trying desperately to turn on the TV with the remote control. When that didn't work, she went to the TV and tried looking for the on button, but no matter what, the television remained as silent as it always had been. She was visibly disappointed. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 18 2015, 12:54 AM Post #240 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Mac took a deep breath as he walked outside. He was nervous, but for the first time in a while, it wasn't because of the dead walking around. He left his shotgun on the desk of the room whose bed Eli had claimed for himself. It seemed fair that he should get one, considering the way he took charge back back at the rec centre and made sure they got the food they needed. Besides, he had volunteered to take over the watch in just four hours, so a comfortable rest until then seemed like fair recompense. Still armed with the HK, Mac headed for his truck. Jeff was perched on the hood, and audibly sighing as he exhaled a puff of cigarette smoke. The sight of him made Mac kind of remorseful, but also kind of annoyed. He chose to focus on the remorseful side -- and it wasn't Jeff that he was even looking for. "Hey guys," Mac said, waving a little awkwardly at Jeff and Willow. |
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