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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Sep 30 2015, 12:20 AM Post #2881 |
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Is that so?
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The atmosphere had gotten a little more tense than Nolan had wanted. He understood Eli's desire for caution, but he didn't understand why he was still so overcautious with these people. Nolan was pretty sure they were good people at their hearts -- they weren't like this Maxwell person he had heard so much about. Even Willow seemed a little on edge with the idea; she visibly looked a little conflicted. Though she hadn't interacted with them as much since she was in her own cabin last night with Brandon. Plus even she seemed less against the idea than Eli had. He was glad that Annie and Antonio were taking the initiative with their support. Nolan, for one, wanted to get off this farm as soon as possible. "Well, let's have a look at it then." Antonio slapped his hands against his thighs and rose to his feet. "Do you mind if I help? Or watch?" Nolan asked. The priest paused and looked at Nolan. His gaze fell to the ground and his brow furled. To Nolan, it looked like the normally kindhearted man was fairly hesitant on the idea. Much more hesitant on the idea than he had been with throwing his support to these new people. "Yeah, sure thing." Antonio nodded his approval, though the enthusiasm in his voice had faded. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Sep 30 2015, 12:51 AM Post #2882 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie smiled with relief – she was pleased that they had all come to an agreement, and that it meant not splitting up. Her smile faltered a little when she noticed the tone in Antonio’s voice. She was sure it had suddenly gotten flatter, and she didn’t know why. “Great,” Hank said – oblivious to it. “Then I guess our next stop is that barn.” “There’s just one other thing,” Riley said. “What’s that?” Eli asked. “Our weapons,” she said. “Our guns. We should probably get those back.” “Sure,” Eli said with a nod. “As soon as we get to SLC.” Riley narrowed a single eyebrow at that. “You don’t need your guns,” Eli added, sounding decisive. “You got us. Is that all?” He looked Hank in the eye. Hank met his gaze, then nodded. “That’s everything.” “Then I’ll leave you to it.” With that, Eli turned and headed out of the room, Annie wasn’t sure where he was headed. Before Antonio and the others could filter out too, she made another bee-line for him, much like she had yesterday. She touched his arm. “When we get a chance, Brandon and I still need to talk to you,” she reminded him, her voice low. |
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| Strompy | Sep 30 2015, 01:26 AM Post #2883 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"We've still got some of that weird milk that doesn't go bad for months, though now I think about it it might not be enough. We should use the powder stuff too." Brandon said as he began measuring out flour. He gave the mixing bowl to Kelsey who began whisking the mixture with the same kind of eagerness he used to when he helped his mom in the kitchen. As she did so he started getting the stove fire going. He had to wonder what was going on in her head. How she was coping with all of this. She'd seen so much death and violence. What kind of damage was being done to her? She lost both her parents and several friends. He didn't know how he was managing coping with it, let alone how a ten year old could. "So how are you feeling? About yesterday?" he asked. ... "Wasn't my shot, just for the record. But yeah, also sorry." Emily said cordially. In actuality she just wanted him to go away so she could answer the call of nature. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Sep 30 2015, 01:49 AM Post #2884 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Okay,” Lowell said. He nodded his head while maintaining eye contact. Then he took a step backwards. “I’ll see you.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Sep 30 2015, 02:00 AM Post #2885 |
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"I dunno." Kelsey answered bluntly while whisking the bowl. * * * * * "Absolutely." Antonio reassured Annie. She had been trying to get a word in with him for a while, but the past few days had gone by fairly quickly. Before it was the approaching horde of fallen and now it was getting the truck up and running. "I could spare a few minutes now if you wanted." He offered her. "It will take them a few minutes to find the tires and get them ready." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Sep 30 2015, 02:10 AM Post #2886 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie scanned the room for eavesdroppers, then shook her head. Brandon was busy – she saw him head to the kitchen, and she could faintly hear him there now. And actually, she was busy too. “Later,” she said. “I still need to re-dress Emmett’s wound, since I’m guessing you didn’t get the chance this morning. And I suppose I’ll need to talk him down from whatever he’s doing first.”’ She sighed at that. “But before we go, okay?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Sep 30 2015, 02:53 AM Post #2887 |
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* * * * * Antonio slammed the hood of the RV closed at the same time that Hank jumped out of the driver's seat. "Doesn't look like you'll get to see anything more than a tire change today." He informed Nolan. "That's fine." The young man answered him. "Honestly, I'm just glad we didn't shred the thing beyond repair." Using a few jacks and the available tools, replacing the tires to the RV had been far from a difficult task. In fact, it had almost been too easy. The destroyed tires were resting a few meters away -- their replacements already topped off with air and screwed tightly to the vehicle. After looking under the hood and replacing a single frayed hose, he had Hank get in the driver's seat and turn it on. "Everything looks like it is in good shape." He told Hank somewhat incredulously. "I suppose you and your family were not the only ones blessed enough to walk away from that gunfight. I'd definitely keep an eye on her as we drive, but nothing looks out of the ordinary right now." Except for the bullet holes, of course. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Sep 30 2015, 04:17 AM Post #2888 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank smiled at the good news – and it was really good news, since this RV had gotten them this far, and was the key to getting Eli to agree to share his supplies. He would have hated to learn there was anything too wrong with it. “Thank God,” he said. “I don’t have to look far to know it could have been worse.” He pointed nearby to the wreckage of Andy’s truck. It was still sitting there, its tires also shot to hell, along with every other part of it. He thanked God again, just in his head this time, then exhaled loudly. He turned back to Antonio. “So how was your night, Father? Andy keep you up? Ours was going pretty well, right up until near the end of it.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Sep 30 2015, 04:34 AM Post #2889 |
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Antonio smiled at the conversation. Though he did not wish to think ill of the others, it was nice to be able to have a conversation with someone who was not either depressed or angry. Hank was a breath of fresh air and Antonio rather liked the man. He was simple, down to earth, and all around a good guy. In a way, he wished it was his group that had found the cure and not Eli's, though he wondered if the pressure of it would be too much for a man like him. "I was prepared for a lot worse than what Andy brought to the table. Not even the walking dead seemed to care for his performance." Antonio shrugged. "His snoring kind of combined with the shuffling and groaning outside and the shuffling and groaning inside. Like a sort of filthy, biological symphony of sounds. Noah and Lowell in particular seemed a bit restless." "That is a pretty considerate way of saying it was noisy." Nolan voiced his thoughts; though his gaze was fixed on the makeshift tombstone not far away. "But I still slept, so I can't say it was a disaster." Antonio smirked. In a strange way, the sounds had coalesced into a sort of white noise that actually made it easier to sleep. It was a strange lullaby, but Antonio had found that it worked rather well. For him, at least. It sounded like some of the others had not slept quite as well as he had. "You guys go on ahead and tell Eli the good news. I'll be there in a few minutes." Antonio watched as Nolan made his way toward Jen's grave marker. He closed his eyes and lowered his gaze as if he were praying to himself and exhaled slowly. The wound of her passing was still fresh in everyone's hearts. |
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| Strompy | Sep 30 2015, 07:17 AM Post #2890 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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I dunno. Could mean a couple things. Maybe she did know but didn't want to talk about it. Maybe she was just trying not to feel anything about it, which he could understand. Or maybe she really didn't know how she felt at all which he could also easily understand. What if she didn't feel anything? Whatever it meant there was no sense in pressing the question. They continued making breakfast and Brandon was content to listen to whatever Kelsey did feel like talking about which unsurprisingly was what foods they liked most. "You know after breakfast you should see if CJ would like to use some of those art supplies you got. That'd be a nice thing to do for him. I was also thinking I could teach you guys some of the stuff I learned when I was at school." he suggested as he added another pancake to the small mountain they had ready. It would be a nice change to teach somebody something that didn't have any survival application, something totally useless. "Let the others know breakfast is ready." he said as he poured another dollop of pancake mix into the hot pan. ... "Cool. See you." Emily excused herself and returned to her patrol. After a while she found secluded spot to take care of business. It was a huge relief. She kept her eyes and ears open the whole time for creeps and now also anybody who was coming to take to her. It was kind of weird that guy coming out just to say that instead of helping his friends, though she couldn't fault him for wanting any excuse to get out of that job even for a couple minutes. She didn't mean to be short with him and hoped that wasn't how she came off since she did want to smooth things over between the two groups, but she really didn't have much to say to the guy and she'd been dying to go for about an hour. She withdrew the last of a toilet roll from her pocket and thanked God they at least still had that much of a luxury left. She came back to the base to see the bodies had all been moved. What became of them she didn't know. She could also smell something other than dead people. Something that smelled good. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Sep 30 2015, 11:43 PM Post #2891 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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It had taken some convincing, but Annie eventually got Emmett to join her back in his cabin, leaving the other group to take care of the bodies. His argument against it was quiet, though, and mostly consisted of grunts and indiscernible grumbling. By the time she had his shirt off and was peeling away the dressing around his side, he was even quieter. “Are you okay?” Annie had to ask, finally. “Uh huh,” he responded. His eyes were closed and his breathing was steady but loud – Annie could tell he was fighting back some physical pain. “I’m not asking as your doctor,” she said, as she observed the wound she had revealed. “I mean – emotionally, how are you holding up?” The stitches had held, and she didn’t notice any discoloration beyond the typical small amount of skin redness. Relieved, she started the process of replacing the dressing. “Fine,” he answered as she went about it. “The same.” “Emmett, please,” Annie said. “You don’t need to lie to me.” “I’m not,” he grumbled. “Then you don’t need to lie to yourself,” she said. Not for the first time, she thought about a few days back, how it seemed like he was just starting to come out of his shell. Now it seemed like he was backsliding. “Something’s changed,” she said. “What is it? Is it what happened with Wendy? Or with Cory? Or… Jen?” That third name made her flinch, and then exhale heavily. She was having a tough time with that one herself. Emmett frowned himself. It took him a long moment to answer. “It’s nothing.” Annie finished up. She looked him in the eye. “Emmett,” she said. Emmett closed his eyes a little tighter. “Emmett, please, you can talk…” “It’s Darren,” he said. Annie blinked with surprise at the interruption. She didn’t say anything, just let the silence hang there for a moment. “The man Eli shot on the highway,” he added. “I remember,” she said softly. “I killed Tom,” he said. “Our hostage back in Lincoln.” Annie knew that – at least, she had a pretty strong idea. But she hadn’t heard anyone confirm it, least of all Emmett. She nodded wordlessly. “I don’t know if it was right or wrong… but I know why I did it,” he added. “But Darren… That wasn’t the same thing. He made a mistake. His death was… senseless.” “I know,” Annie said, her voice still soft, her expression understanding. “It reminded me of someone,” Emmett said. “My brother.” “What happened to your brother?” There was another silence. Long enough that Annie thought he wasn’t going to answer. She opened her mouth to ask a different question. Before she could – “Eli killed him,” Emmett said. “Oh,” Annie said, even softer – so soft she basically just mouthed it. Then, louder, she said, “I’m sorry.” She didn’t know that Eli had killed Emmett’s brother. She hadn’t heard that story. It was both confusing and informative. It explained the sense of sadness that seemed to constantly weigh on Emmett, ever since she had met him. What it didn’t explain was why he was even here, fighting alongside Eli and his group in the first place. It told her something else, too. Though she didn’t know the story, or the reason, it told her that Eli had killed before. As if she didn’t already know, it also told her he was likely to kill again. Mostly, it told her she and Brandon were doing the right thing. “Listen,” she said. “Some of us are going to have a meeting later. I think you should join us.” * * * “This is – this is pretty damn good!” Noah said, as he gratefully stuffed multiple pieces of pancakes into his mouth. “You don’t have to sound so surprised, you know,” Ruby chastised him playfully, digging into her own plate. “Oh shit – I mean, oops, sorry,” he shot apologetic glances to the kids in the room – though CJ, at least, probably didn’t hear him. “I didn’t mean that I thought it was going to be bad. I just meant, you know, the food I’ve gotten used to…” “Watch it,” Andy said, also playfully. “…is good too, is what I was going to say,” Noah said with a smile. He smiled and briefly met Ruby’s gaze – she was smiling too – before turning to Andy. Over the past week or so, Andy had most often served as the group’s chef. And to be honest, he wasn’t bad, but it was mostly stuff that came in cans. Excepting yesterday, of course, when he and Riley cooked up the contents of that root cellar – plus that one morning Riley had made them all rolls in the morning as a thank you for getting the RV all that diesel. “And I was also going to say thank you,” he added, as he turned to give some grateful nods to the chef and his helper. “Brandon, Kelsey – much appreciated.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Sep 30 2015, 11:59 PM Post #2892 |
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Kelsey's face turned red at the enthusiastic compliments from Noah. It certainly did not seem like he, or anyone else for that matter, was lying about the pancakes. They really seemed to like them. "Brandon did most of the work." She admitted. "I just kinda stirred stuff for him..." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 1 2015, 03:10 AM Post #2893 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Hey, stirring is important,” Noah said. “You can’t have pancakes without stirring.” He didn’t know why he was in such a good mood, having just spent the better part of an hour dragging dead bodies. It probably had to do with how he wasn’t dragging bodies any more. Nor was he cooped up in a small cabin with a bunch of people, waiting and hoping helplessly that biters didn’t bust down the door and kill them all. Plus, he was having pancakes – what was there to complain about? “So I guess we’re travelling buddies for a day or two,” he added. Hank had filled him, Lowell and Alma in just a few minutes ago. Lowell and Alma shrugged at the news, he was a bit happier about it. This group seemed to know what they were doing. And the fracas outside, with those 20-plus biters, proved that they were pretty unstoppable when they teamed up. “So who gets to ride in the RV?” he asked. “Will there be a lottery?” “Nolan, Kelsey, Annie and Connor will be in the truck,” Eli said, in between dispassionately chewing his food. “Easier to fit six if two of them are kids.” “I’m driving,” Jimmy said. “Not that I’m particularly excited about being jammed in there, but – well, it’s my truck, so I’m driving. Everyone else, bring goggles if you got ‘em. Without naming any names, someone shot up my windshield.” “Uh huh,” Eli pushed past the passive-aggressive joke as he kept eating. “Any volunteers for riding in the wagon?” Noah looked up in time to see Lowell rolling his eyes, and also raising his hand. “Fuck it, I’ll do it,” Lowell said. “I guess me too,” Noah said, since if someone was riding with Lowell it should be him. “I guess I’ll take the other spot in the backseat,” Alma said, since she probably didn’t want to get separated from the two of them. “Well that was pretty easy,” Hank said. |
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| Strompy | Oct 1 2015, 06:59 AM Post #2894 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"So that leaves, Eli, Antonio, Emmett, Emily, Andy, Hank, Riley, Ruby, CJ, Willow and myself in the RV. Jesus." Brandon said amusedly, counting the names on his fingers as he spoke. Eleven in one vehicle, that was a new record. With the pancakes on offer most were shying away from eating much of the beans on offer. Brandon was happy to leave his share of them for everyone else and went for a big helping of beans. "If you guys think you had it bad last night..." he chuckled evilly as he shoveled another fork load of beans into his mouth. "That's disgusting." Emily declared. "We can't waste food, you guys better eat these." Brandon said still chuckling softly. "You're disgusting. Give me those. You have no idea what you're in for." Emily informed him as she grabbed a serving for herself. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 1 2015, 02:01 PM Post #2895 |
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Willow smirked at the exchange between Brandon and Emily until she realized what the two of them were getting at. "Is it too late to switch to the truck?" She quickly asked everyone. "The truck is feeling pretty full right about now." Nolan told her between bites of pancake. "We really don't have room for any more." Well, at least he was acting a little more like himself. Willow had to give him credit for that, though the pancakes and levity probably helped pull him out of his recent funk a bit. His jokes were as dry and deadpan as they had been before. "I'm sure you could squeeze me in somewhere. Come on guys, right? The RV is gonna be a fallout zone and we're supposed to look out for each other, you know?" "All available spots are taken, there's nothing I can do." Nolan insisted. "I recommend finding a gas mask." |
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