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| Strompy | Feb 18 2015, 09:05 PM Post #256 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Good! Still got plenty of shots left, keep on shooting." Brandon said as he got to his feet. He took a moment to physically adjust some of her posture. "Also when you breath, fire when you exhale or hold your breath. That should help." he said with confidence. She'd learn soon enough by herself how to get a proper sight picture. A lot of what he said was helpful, but ultimately it came down to two things; experience and preference. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 18 2015, 09:19 PM Post #257 |
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Is that so?
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BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! On her fourth shot after Brandon's latest string of advice, Kelsey finally managed to hit the center can, sending it careening off the log. "Got it!" "Nice shot, Kels!" Randall congratulated her. "If you just keep at it, then soon-" "Rotters!" Randall was cut off mid-sentence by Willow bellowing a warning into the air. Everyone outside stopped what they were doing; following Willow's gaze, Randall easy saw three rotters lumbering from the surrounding forest and into the clearing. "Alright Kelsey, I think that's enough for the day." He rubbed his daughter's head before heading over to the perimeter breach with his knife at the ready. |
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| Strompy | Feb 18 2015, 11:07 PM Post #258 |
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The rifle hadn't made much more than a sharp popping sound, but even so a couple of rotters were bound to hear, he was just hoping they'd have a little more time. Brandon walked beside Randall as they approached the rotters, knife in hand. "I've got the one in the middle. Hey pistolero, you got the one on the left?" he asked Willow. Inside, oblivious to the disturbance outside. Julie was busy opening every cupboard and drawer in the building. There wasn't a lot there. Some basic toiletries in the bathroom like soap and shampoo, hygene was always important. There was some dishwashing liquid and disinfectant under the kitchen sink, also could be of help. Towels, blankets and clothing in the hallway and bedrooms. In one of the bedrooms hower was a considerable music collection. Julie combed through it, picking out the better works among them. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 19 2015, 02:32 AM Post #259 |
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"Gotcha." Willow confirmed. "I guess they must have been fairly nearby." Randall frowned. "Probably for the best we attracted them now rather than later." As Randall took the point, a single, suppressed shot rang out and nailed the rotter on the left directly in the head. He slowed down briefly; that was one shot, one kill. Randall didn't think he would have been able to make that shot as cleanly as she did with a pistol. Willow was either a hidden badass sharpshooter, or Glenda was an amazing teacher. Mental note: Ask Glenda for some shooting tips later. Randall's rotter, the one on the right, came straight for him, mouth first. He simply stepped to the outside of the lunging rotter and swept his leg forward, sending the zombie straight onto the ground. It made a few slugging moves to recover, but a blade to the back of the head stilled the fallen zombie permanently this time. |
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| Strompy | Feb 19 2015, 07:46 AM Post #260 |
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Willow was impressing the hell out of him with her pistol work, he was finding it pretty hot in fact. He gave her an approving grin that wasn't entirely innocent. "Yeah probably." Brandon agreed with Randall approaching the middle rotter with a now somewhat well earned confidence. He kicked its knee hard and it stumbled, falling forward onto its hands and knees. He knelt and brought his blade down on the back of its head. It went limp and toppled over. Brandon began cleaning his knife on its clothes when he noticed it was still gnashing its teeth at him. He must have only severed its spinal cord. He gave it a sort of pitying look before sticking his knife in its ear. "I'm sleeping in your bed. I've got second watch so I'm going to grab some shut-eye before then. Just kick me out when your watch is over." he informed Willow as he headed towards Glenda and her cooking. "Hey this place has water! They've got a rainwater tank. We can have showers. I mean cold showers, but showers!" Julie called out excitedly from the door. "I've got first!" she declared as she trotted back inside. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 19 2015, 01:40 PM Post #261 |
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"Yeah, sure." Willow nodded to Brandon in approval. It was weird; after today, Willow was already beginning to feel a little more comfortable in this hostile world. She had lived so much of her life in terror, but now it all seemed so trivial to this. It was a small measure of comfort, but one that existed nevertheless. And if she could get used to this, then maybe there was hope for her yet. "Alright everyone!" Glenda announced to everyone within earshot. "Dinner is on!" Willow hadn't noticed it through the commotion, but the smell of warm food sent her stomach grumbling. She was hungry. Glenda sat near a small fire pit near the house, a pot of her spruced up beans above an open flame. Willow noticed that her usual neutral tone was gone and that she looked almost... happy. "I'm a good chef, but no miracle worker." Glenda explained to everyone as they crowded around the bowl for dinner. "But eat as much as you'd like. We have plates and silverware on the bench over there." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 19 2015, 05:47 PM Post #262 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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As he emerged from the house, Eli opened his mouth and gasped a silent yawn. He had been awoken by Glenda's unexpected announcement that dinner was ready, and for the first time in a long time, the smell of something halfway-pleasant. On top of that, the rest he had gotten was little but welcome. He'd drifted off on the car ride over, but only in fits and starts. Now he could actually feel some energy returning to him. Things were looking up. He glanced around as he gathered one of the plates that Glenda indicated. His eye was drawn to what looked like a pair of legs. He leaned over to get the full glimpse of a dead rotter. "Looks like there was some trouble," he said. He glanced around the dining room to confirm everyone was still in one piece. "Nothing serious," Jeff appeared, jogging back from the outskirts of the forest. "I just took a quick look around, don't think any more of those assholes are coming. And is that seriously food? Cooked food? Thank you, Santa. Or maybe Mrs. Claus, I should say." He shot Glenda a crooked smile, then leaned his rifle standing up on the wall by the door. When he was sure it was steady, he briefly backed away and outstretched his fingers, like he was afraid that a sudden movement would set it off. When he was satisfied that wasn't gonna happen, he smiled again and turned back to the group. "And did I hear something about showers?" Jeff asked, grabbing a plate for himself. "Apparently there's a rainwater tank," Mac said, sounding like his mind was somewhere else. The big guy had taken a seat at an old picnic table. Eli glanced over to him, saw him staring at Willow with an expression that Eli couldn't quite pin down. Mac must have sensed him staring, because he turned suddenly. Eli tried to turn back to Glenda before it got awkward. "Gracias," Eli said, giving her an appreciative nod once he was served. He headed over to the picnic table and sat opposite Mac. He put his elbows on the table and leaned into his plate, happy to have a hot meal. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 19 2015, 06:19 PM Post #263 |
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"Here you go." Randall handed a plate to Willow. As she was technically still on watch, she remained a little separated from some of the others so she could get a good view of the surrounding area, sitting on a solitary stump near the driveway. With her on watch, Randall hoped, nothing would sneak up on them while they ate and had a good time. Odd, he would never have trusted her with this job a few days ago. "Thanks, boss." She anxiously accepted the plate and wasted no time at all digging into it. With that taken care of, he went to rejoin some of the others and get his own plate of food from Glenda. "God, it has felt like months since we've had a warm meal." He commented to Glenda as she handed him a plate for himself. He took a seat at one of the benches and Glenda, with a plate of her own food, took a seat beside him. He took a single bite of it, and while it was still beans, he could taste ham and bacon, but it also had a strange kick. She must have found some supplies in the house, but it was warm and it was better than anything he'd had in a month. "I thought you might appreciate it." Glenda smirked. "I haven't had a chance to put anything together in a long while. Roland always had those other girls leading the cooking." "Oh, the redhead and the black one, right?" Randall couldn't remember their named for the life of him. "Cristy and Raquel?" "Yeah, them." Randall frowned; they had both been casualties of the attack on the lodge. "Speaking of which, why did you never cook over there?" Glenda shrugged. "I had a more... diverse range of talents. It made more sense for me to help you guys find supplies. They weren't terrible at it. They just lacked a certain... creativity." "No kidding." Randall sighed. "You shouldn't be so hard on them." Glenda frowned. "None of us had ever been in any situation like this before. It's easy to make a meal when you have a full kitchen at your disposal. With what we had at the lodge, they did well." Randall gritted his teeth. He hated being told that he was wrong. Even though Glenda was being firm, but gentle, it still bothered him. But it bothered him more that she was probably right, since he knew next to nothing about cooking himself. And Glenda was a cook; he had to cede to her knowledge. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry. I shouldn't speak so harshly of them" "You don't need to apologize to me." "... but this food is amazing." Glenda smirked again, but did not reply. |
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| Strompy | Feb 19 2015, 09:08 PM Post #264 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"I brought twinkies if anyone wants one. They're probably a little stale though." Brandon managed through a full mouth. This food beat the hell out of cold beans and jerky. He was starting to worry aboit what the constant cold rations might be doing to his digestive system. His gut had been a lot less complacent of late, it would be a welcome change to finally eat something properly cooked through even if it only proved to be a psychological boon. "Oh my god, cooked food!" Julie exclaimed as she exited the back door still drying her hair. The shower was short, which would be easy on the water reserve. She knew it would be cold but nothing really prepared you for that shock to the senses. As she sat down her teeth eattled ever so slughtly as she recovered from the chill. It had been unpleasant, but at least she was clean and the warm food would chase away the shivers. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 19 2015, 10:56 PM Post #265 |
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After the meal had been finished and Twinkies distributed, everyone moved inside and everyone who wanted to took turns taking a well-needed shower. The water was cold, but it was more than most of them had in quite some time. With a warm meal, some sweets, a shower, and a place to stay that felt like a home, spirits were high and everyone was hopeful about the prospects of a quiet night. It was a little crowded, but it helped the place stay warm through the long and quiet night. Someone was always on watch in the living room, listening for the sounds of rotters or other dangers, but it was not long before the sun rose again and the night had passed without incident. Randall awoke to the sounds of birds chirping merrily to the morning air, a refreshing reminder that life was going on despite the disaster outside. And if the birds were finding ways to not only survive, but thrive, then so would humanity. It gave him hope that one day, humanity would thrive again as well. And kids like Kelsey wouldn't need to experience something like this. If this trip to Chicago went well, then maybe Kelsey's kids would even be spared. "Shit..." He muttered to himself, still sitting on the spot on the floor he had chosen for himself. I can't believe I thought about Kelsey having kids of her own. Thankfully, there was no need to rally everyone. Everyone else was waking up and looked ready to go. Although leaving the little house was a little saddening, as it represented a nice little hovel from the outside world (mostly), it was a necessary sacrifice. By mid-morning, after scavenging a little good food from the place and having a quick breakfast, the convoy was back on the road with Mac and Glenda in Mac's pickup truck and everyone else huddled in the SUV. Randall knew the path he needed to take, it was fairly easy since he could ride the intrastate all the way to Buffalo and from there into Canada. Still, like yesterday, it took a little longer than expected. There were car crashes in the road and road blocks that needed to be navigated to pushed aside. The rotters were relatively sparse, but they did pass two hordes of the things just meandering around the wilderness. Thankfully, they were not on the highway directly, so they were able to just keep driving, but the thought that those things were out there was unsettling to say the least. Randall had seen one firsthand in the streets of Mount Kisco, but it was not nearly as big as these two had been. By mid-afternoon, while traveling down Intrastate 400, Randall could see the urban landscape ahead that marked the city of Buffalo, the second most populous city in New York. They were now firmly in the Buffalo metropolitan area. "Stay alert guys." Randall snapped everyone to attention and slowed the vehicle down a little. "We're going through Buffalo now." |
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| Strompy | Feb 20 2015, 04:25 AM Post #266 |
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When Julie was a younger, her family had gone to Six Flags once. She'd ridden every roller coaster they had and it bored the hell out of her. There were adults all around her laughing and screaming their heads off while she could only manage a little chuckle at the butterflies she would get in her stomach on the falls. Aside from that the only part of the things that gave her a thrill were the climbs. That slow unrelenting pace toward the top, watching the safety of solid groud recede further and further away slowly... it was ominous and daunting to be slowly pulled along, unable to turn back. Once the fall started though... nothing. The fall couldn't be helped, it was the climb you should fear, she felt. That same deep unease crept on her as theymoved closer and closer to Buffalo. It was insanity. Why the hell were they going this way again? Why they couldn't go around for fucks sake!? The worst part was she knew the fall would be worse this time around. "I swiped some albums from the house yesterday. I don't suppose we could listen to some music once we clear Buffalo?" she asked, just trying to fill the aur with some noise. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 20 2015, 07:00 AM Post #267 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"Once we clear Buffalo," Eli answered from behind her. He was laying low in his chair and staring out the window at the empty streets. "Right now, we don't want to be making any unnecessary noise." The earlier sightings of those two massive groups of zombies wandering the woods had shaken Eli up a bit. If a group like that came down on them, there would be no escape, and no fighting their way out of it. In those kind of numbers, the rotters were a walking wall of death, and they'd claim the lives of any who got too close. Thinking about that, Eli felt the slight bit of enthusiasm he had gained the previous day almost dissipate. Buffalo's approaching skyline didn't help calm his nerves. It wasn't anything like he had seen when looking back at a burning New York, but there were still plenty of tall buildings to remind him that many people used to live and work here. In all likelihood, that meant many rotters waited for them now. The dread made him regret this plan of action. He still thought Canada was as solid an option as he had, but maybe this wasn't the best way in. Going by the maps they had scanned before taking off, though, the other two New York crossings were a ways further north, near Niagara Falls. And there was no guarantees the situation wouldn't be worse there. For all they knew, that could be where all the survivors gathered and fell. No use dwelling on it now, either way. All that was left to do was stick to the plan. Roll through town as quietly as possible, cross on the Peace Bridge, find a safe place -- then go their separate ways. It's gonna happen or it's not, Eli told himself. If he was alone, he might have said it out loud. So calm down. "Stay on the expressway for a while yet," Eli instructed from the backseat. The rotters would hear the car's engine way before they would hear his voice, but he kept it low anyway. "Then exit onto I-90, then I-90 north." He was repeating the info more to calm himself down than to genuinely remind Randall, who probably remembered the discussed route as well as Eli did. He knew that from there, it was straight on through to the bridge. Still, Eli was compelled to say one more thing. "And whatever you do, don't stop." |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 20 2015, 03:47 PM Post #268 |
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Is that so?
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Randall didn't need Eli to remind him of the route they had decided on; but it was nice to feel like the burden was being shared. Had he been doing this all by memory alone, anything that happened while driving would have felt like hisfault. Having Eli confirm everything he was thinking, while it was small, still felt like having someone give him a vote of confidence. Buffalo was a far cry from New York City, but it was still a city with a population of over 250,000. Before today, the biggest cities they had entered were only towns of a few thousand or less, so this was a big step up no matter how you looked at it. It was a step that Randall had no real experience with yet, but one that Eli had. Thank God we stopped for gas at the last town. Randall thought. The gauge was reading near full and the next stretch would be dangerous. But probably safer than trying to go near Toronto, Ottawa, or Montreal, which would have probably needed to happen had they gone along a route farther north; all three of which were far larger and presumably dangerous cities than Buffalo. "Alright, we're on I-90 North." Randall announced out loud as he exited the off ramp onto it; more so to break the silence than to let everyone know. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 20 2015, 04:31 PM Post #269 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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The railings and the expanse of the interstate had kept the group's two-car convoy safe until now, and the earlier exit had been fortunately uneventful. So far, most of the rotters they could see were off the road, and the few that were aimlessly stumbling around the abandoned cars had been too few and too clumsy to pose a challenge. They were into the thicker part of the city now, however, and Eli's worry had compounded. Out Brandon's window, he had several subdivisions pass by. The people in those many houses had to have ended up somewhere. He just hoped it wasn't anywhere nearby. "Well, shit," Jeff said first. He was sitting in the middle and staring forward, and saw the problem before Eli did. Eli frowned when he saw it too. Until now, the expressway had been wide enough to navigate past abandoned cars and crash-sites. But this exit was only two lanes. As the road rose and turned, a too-long luxury motor home must have been going too fast -- or maybe it had been crashed into. Either way, it was now laying on its side, blocking both lanes. There was a little space between its front and back ends and the thick metal railings, but it didn't look like enough to get through. Randall had no choice but to disobey Eli's previous advice. He felt and heard the SUV slow to a crawl. "Shit is right," Eli agreed with a frown. "We ain't gonna be able to put that in neutral and roll it out of the way." "Then what the fuck?" Jeff asked. "We'll figure it out," Eli said, though he could have sounded more confident. "Hold up." When the SUV stopped, he climbed over Jeff and went for the side doors. He needed to assess the situation. When he got out, his shoes were the first on the ground, and he looked around 360 degrees. There didn't seem to be any rotters ahead or behind them on the exit, which was a relief. There was a group of about a dozen milling about a worksite on one side, though. Eli caught one of their eyes right away, and he started heading in his direction. His buddies followed. They had a hill to climb, though, and a waist high railing to clear before getting on the exit. Eli and the others had time. "Problem?" Mac's red truck came to a stop nearby, and the big guy stuck out his head once again. "Little bit," Eli said, gesturing to the fallen motor home. Mac's face fell. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 20 2015, 05:03 PM Post #270 |
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"Shit." Randall sighed as he stepped out of the driver's seat of the SUV. They had passed other fallen cars, but this was the first one that there was absolutely no way to pass. There was no way they could push something wedges in there so well out of the way safely. Of course it was bound to happen eventually. "Maybe... maybe we could spin around and take the first off ramp we cross. We'd have to go through the city, but..." Randall trailed off. The thought of driving through the city proper was not one he wanted to entertain. |
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