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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 7 2015, 02:02 AM Post #2941 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Connor scrunched his face even tighter. He seemed to be at a loss. “I give up,” he said. Alma, meanwhile, had also gone quiet. Jimmy looked again in the mirror and watched her absorb Nolan’s information. “Okaaaay,” Jimmy said, unwilling to let silence reign again. “New game.” * * * Hank smirked at Willow’s answer and craned his neck. “Well, my sister I’ve known since she was born,” he started his own response. “Same with my kids. And Andy and I met in college. So, without saying too much, a long time ago. Noah, Lowell and Alma we just met about a week ago. I guess they’re our stray cats.” As he looked back to the road, his view passed Eli, who was staring out the windshield. His eyelids were half shut and his expression was one of unease. Seeing him like that made Hank’s smile fade, just a little. * * * “Having trouble sleeping?” Hank’s words cut through the fog. Eli shook his head slowly, dragging his chin across his chest. He glanced at Hank through a half-closed eye. “Sleeping is the trouble,” he said. He realized that line, even though it was vague, was a bit more candid than he intended on being. He blamed his fatigue. “Where are we?” he asked right after. Eli wanted to change the topic, but he was also genuinely curious. He didn’t know how long Hank had been driving while he was fighting away the spectres in his head. For at least a while, the idle conversation he was making with Brandon, Emily and Willow had faded into a monotone drone. “Coming up on Mountain View,” Hank answered. “A town?” “Sure looks that way,” Andy answered from behind him. A town meant a higher chance of rotters, a higher chance of people, and a higher chance of trouble. Eli thought about that, and it was enough to stir him awake. He pressed his palms into his eyebrows and rubbed hard, trying to force himself back to a higher state of cognizance. “Guess you didn’t get too much z’s in last night, huh?” Hank looked over at him. “Guess not,” Eli said. “I get it,” Hank said. “Hard to get a good night’s sleep that close to a horde of biters. It’ll be nice to get some quality time in an undead-free zone.” “You don’t,” Eli said, curt. Hank looked over at him again. “Sorry?” “You don’t get it,” Eli said, as he finished straightening up. Hank looked back to the road and took a breath. He didn’t have another follow-up – it seemed like he finally got the message that Eli wasn’t looking for more friends. He had enough people to worry about already. Eli noted a green sign for himself, indicating that ‘Mountain View’ was indeed coming up. He shifted in his seat as he looked around, an eye out for any signs of rotters. Or something worse – people. They’d been hustled into too many traps. If he even got the scent of one now… To their right, behind a white picket fence and a telephone line, was a large gray, rustic house that represented all of Eli’s fears in one. Shit, he thought. That didn’t take long. * * * Hank came to a quick stop and the RV lurched forward. Behind him, Andy almost fell out of his chair. Hank turned to him and pointed. “I see it,” Andy said, before Hank could say anything. And of course he saw it. There were more than two dozen biters crowded around the house, pawing at the doors and walls, moaning indiscriminately. And from the window hung a white bed sheet that someone had taken a permanent market to. In thin but large letters, big enough for anyone on the road to see, there was one word and one punctuation mark. HELP! |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 7 2015, 02:35 AM Post #2942 |
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Is that so?
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Nolan quickly noted the message left on the fluttering bed sheet as the truck came to a stop. "And case in point... people." Although that conversation had ended a while ago, it was ironic that they would encounter people just after Alma expressed interest in knowing if more people were alive out there. Or perhaps maybe not ironic as much as it was inevitable. It seemed like there were always people. Just not as many of them as there were before the dead came back to life. Of course, now that they were here, it begged a very serious question. Nolan was pretty sure he knew what the answer would be, but it needed to be asked. * * * * * "What do we do?" Willow furled her brow as she peered through the front window. It didn't strike her as a trap of any sort. If it was a trap, it was a very convincing one to have real rotters pounding the outside of the house. But even if it wasn't a trap, there were very real dangers in engaging that many rotters. "Well we need to help, obviously." Antonio answered her question as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Eli isn't going to like that. Hell, I don't even know if I like that... |
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| Strompy | Oct 7 2015, 03:26 AM Post #2943 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"We should make sure there is somebody to help first. That sign could be out of date, they may have killed themselves or died of dehydration. Or it could just be a lure." Brandon pointed out. Everyone was packed around the windows to get a look. He moved to the other side to get a look at the surrounding area. There was plenty of overgrowth to hide in but very few vantages to watch from if this were bait. If the house itself was where somebody was planning to spring the trap that seemed more than a little strange to allow yourself to be surrounded by rotters. "I can't really see how it could be a trap. Plenty of places to hide but nowhere safe nearby to camp and watch from really. We can cover what few there are pretty easily." he mused. "Fix me up a gore suit and I could make my way over, see if I can make contact with anyone inside. Give me that pad and a sharpie and I can communicate that way once I get their attention." Emily added as she pulled her hair back into a bun. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 7 2015, 04:40 AM Post #2944 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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There was a knock on the back window. Jimmy pressed a button and the power sliding window opened on up. “What’s up?” Noah asked, lowering his head to see through it. “Looks like we’re about to find out,” Jimmy said. He looked towards the house swarming with rotters that Hank had decided to stop the convoy nearby. For now, the creatures were too busy trying to get inside to notice the new arrivals. * * * “Nobody’s going anywhere,” Eli said as he stood up. Hank looked to him, and was surprised by how narrow his eyebrows were. Eli was looking past him, though, to Emily. “One, fix up a suit with what exactly? You got a dead rotter folded up in your bag that you want to tell us about?” He turned to Brandon next. “Two, you say that you like have any idea what you’re talkin’ about, but you have no idea what you’re talkin’ about,” he added. “For all we know there’s 10 people in the back yard with ghillie suits and automatic rifles.” He turned back to no one in particular. “Third, you go in there, could be you’re giftwrapping a hostage for whoever’s inside,” he said. “This bullshit screams trap.” “What are you saying, we just leave?” Andy asked. Hank looked back and noticed Riley wandering out of the bedroom, closing the door on the kids behind her. “We’re not leaving,” Hank said. He saw his sister frown, but turned to Eli and pressed on anyway. “What if it was you in there? What if you needed help, and people just passed you by?” “Then too bad for me,” Eli said right back. Hank shook his head. “No, it wouldn’t be. That’s not how I do things.” “Then it’s lucky you’ll be in Salt Lake City soon,” Eli said. “Just not quite as soon as you’d like, I guess,” Hank said. “I’m sorry, but we’re helping.” He removed the keys, swivelled from the driver’s seat, and stood up. He found Eli staring him down. The look in his eyes was frightening, Hank had to admit. “We’re leaving,” Eli said. “No offense, Eli, but this isn’t your RV,” Hank told him, with confidence he was a little surprised he had. “It’s mine. And it’s not going anywhere without me.” Eli kept staring. Hank was the one to break the eye contact, when he looked down the cabin towards the rest of the coach. “Emily, look at those biters, look how riled up they are,” he said. “They wouldn’t be like that unless they knew someone was in there. They must have seen something, or heard something, and pretty recently to be going at it so hard.” He looked to everyone else. “This doesn’t have to be complicated,” he said. “Andy and I will hop outside, hide, and you, Riley…” He squeezed past Brandon to get to his sister, who was waiting at the far end of the living area. He took her hand and physically placed the keys into her palm. “You lay on the horn, try to draw some of them away, and then just roll down the street,” he instructed. “We’ll go inside, get whoever needs our help, and we’ll be right back.” “Hank, he might have a point,” Riley said, looking over his shoulder. Hank looked back, following her gaze to Eli. He was still staring at him, still looking as menacing. Hank shook his head slightly and turned again to his sister. “This won’t take long,” he said. He was still holding her hand, and now he guided her fingers around the keys, forcing her to accept them. She didn’t seem happy, but she didn’t bother with any more of an argument. She was maybe tired of having these arguments. He was too. He hoped – and so did she, probably – that this would be the last time. Then they’d be in Salt Lake City, and there would be no more need. He turned back to the others. “Emily, if you still want to help, we could use you,” he said. “As for everyone else – I can’t tell you what to do, and I don’t want to. But if you wanted to cover us, like Brandon suggested...” Without meaning to, his gaze met Eli’s one more time. The man was silent, but his expression had somehow grown even more intense. Hank could see his jaw twitch. “Well, I would be grateful,” Hank concluded anyway. |
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| Strompy | Oct 7 2015, 08:00 AM Post #2945 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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It took a lot not to rise to Eli's condescension but Brandon managed to simply shake his head in amazement at him rather than get into an argument. They'd deal with all that soon enough. He'd been doing this just as long as Eli had and he knew it looked like a trap because everything looked like a trap, because everything could be a trap. If he were being critical he'd say a trap that really really looked like a trap was poorly devised. This one, if a trap, seemed particularly foolhardy. Attracting a mob of rotters just to sell the con that they were in distress, while hiding dangerously close for hours or even days on end on the off chance somebody would pass by and on the even less likely chance they would risk their lives to help. That scheme was so optimistic he'd be impressed if it turned out to be the case. Brandon also marveled at how quickly Eli forgot about the last two people they took a chance on, both of whom were right there with them. That he could also dismiss that there might be somebody who needed help was upsetting, Brandon doubted Eli would feel the same if it were Kelsey in there. "Good point about the rotters, but they'll get worked up over anything. Could have been a racoon." Brandon said, recalling the event that caused his family's deaths. "I think we should be as careful about this as possible. It honestly could be a trap. If we take this slow we can keep ourselves as safe as possible, aside from walking away. We do a sweep of the trees on the other side of the road, make sure there aren't any rotters or bandits waiting for us, and then put a sharpshooter like Willow in that treeline with the Ruger and a spotter to back her up. Riley lays on the horn, makes sure to get the attention of every one of those things and leads them away. Once we have a clear path we get a marksman in that small copse of trees there out the front of the property to the west, and another on the other side covering from the east. We don't move into that place or even past the fence. We call out to whoever is inside, they will have heard Riley so they'll be paying attention. We tell them to come out to us, if they don't or there's no response then we leave. I seriously doubt this is a trap, but we should approach it like there's a good chance it is. Everyone sticks to whatever cover they can find and stays ready to run, if shooting starts our marksmen and our shooters in the treeline provide cover while everyone else makes a break for the treeline, then our marksmen fall back while everyone else covers them. Everyone going out there needs to be packing heat." Brandon laid out his ideal approach at length as he looked out of the window intently at the surrounding area. He became aware that he'd slipped into that mode he often did when presented with this kind of situation, where he spoke dispassionately and very quickly. "You know, that's ah, that's my take on it. What do you guys think?" he asked in his normal manner. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 7 2015, 03:32 PM Post #2946 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. He appreciated Brandon’s advice, and it all seemed sound, if a little more involved than he’d like. He had to concede, though, that safer was better than sorry. “That all makes sense,” he said. “And it sounds good, except for the packing heat part, and only because you guys have all the guns. If you would consider…” “No go,” Eli interrupted before he could finish his thought. “If you want to take a dumb risk, I guess I can’t stop you. But our arrangement stands. You get your guns back when we get to Salt Lake City.” “I think we’ve proven…” Riley tried to speak up, sounding annoyed. “Not happening,” Eli interrupted again. “You signed off, remember.” Hank frowned. He was getting annoyed too. But he had agreed to those conditions. Eli was right about that, if nothing else. Unfortunately, Brandon’s plan relied on more marksmen then they had, especially with Eli uncooperative and Emmett on bed rest – or dinette rest, as it may be. Hank turned to Brandon, since he was being reasonable about all this. “Your friend Jimmy has a sniper rifle, doesn’t he?” “Jimmy, do me a favour, please.” Hank turned to see Eli talking into a radio transceiver. Eli was looking right back at him as he spoke. “Stay in the truck, would you? And don’t go handing out your guns.” “Aaaaalrighty,” the redhead’s static-y voice replied, sounding cheerful, if maybe a little confused. Hank frowned. Now Eli was just being childish. “Okay, maybe there’s a middle ground,” he said, thinking quickly. “Willow, are you in, at least?” He looked to the girl with the pink-hair. So did Eli. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 7 2015, 05:38 PM Post #2947 |
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Is that so?
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Willow pursed her lips and looked at the house outside. It was surrounded by rotters. Her gut didn't tell her that it felt like a trap, but even if it wasn't... this wasn't exactly safe. There was always a danger posed when dealing with this sort of thing. Were the risks worth it? "Uhmm..." Her eyes shifted uneasily toward Eli. He was looking at her pretty intensely and it was unnerving. Then she glanced in Hank's direction. While he also wore a mask of annoyance, she could see he was actually concerned about the situation too. Deep down, she kind of wanted to agree with Hank, but she was afraid of how Eli would respond. He was trying really hard to shut down any involvement with this plan. And while she saw where he was coming from -- because it was a pretty unnecessary risk in the grand scheme of things and they could easily lose people here if things went wrong -- she still wasn't ready to give up on trying yet. But it felt like right now the entire plan hinged on her agreeing. So in a way, she was deciding whether or not to take this risk. No pressure or anything there. No, they'd find a way even without me. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm in." She hesitantly decided. "Good choice." Antonio's voice reassured her from behind. "Just because the rest of the world has forgotten about helping others doesn't mean that we have to as well." Willow appreciated the thought, but she couldn't help but think that he was making a subtle jab at Eli more than anything else. Passive-aggressive definitely would be his style if anything. |
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| Strompy | Oct 7 2015, 06:19 PM Post #2948 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"I can be her spotter. I can't move so well, by I still have one good eye and I can still shoot. Emmett, can I borrow your binoculars?" Brandon asked as he volunteered. "Count me in too. I'll keep them covered. Antonio, you can take the BAR." Emily said as she checked the magazine in her rifle. Brandon smiled and nodded his appreciation. He readied his own carbine and made his way to the door of the RV. "I'll go tell the others what's up." he said as he opened the door. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 8 2015, 01:40 AM Post #2949 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli slammed his elbow against the hardwood dash in frustration, but didn’t say anything else. Hank winced, afraid he might have made a dent, but didn’t otherwise react. Emmett, meanwhile, silently fished his binoculars from one of the many pockets on his leather jacket. He handed them to Hank, who handed them to Brandon. “Let’s get started on that sweep,” Hank then said, tapping Andy on the shoulder. “Be careful,” Riley said. He gave her a small smile, then headed out after Brandon. The moans of the nearby biters became much louder on the outside. He immediately turned around. “When Willow’s ready, we’ll give you a signal,” he instructed her. She nodded back. * * * “Seriously, what’s up?” Noah asked again. He was standing up in the bed of the truck now, squinting over at the RV as several of its occupants filed out. They seemed to be gearing up to ‘help,’ like the bed sheet on the window requested. He had just overheard Eli tell Jimmy not to go anywhere – and to keep his guns to himself, for some reason. The end result was Noah was confused. “You know everything I do, chief,” Jimmy answered. Noah frowned, then climbed over the guard and hopped several feet to the ground. The ankle he had twisted a week ago stung from the impact, but he got over it and started limping over to investigate. He found Brandon was heading to them, though, so he stopped. “Can we get a clue, over here?” he asked, glancing over the fence at the house they had stopped by. * * * Eli’s resentment at the situation continued to flare. Brandon, Hank, Antonio, Andy and Emily were all out of the RV now. Willow was about to follow. He slammed his elbow down on the hardwood again, making a loud noise, hurting himself more than the vehicle. “Hey, that’s enough,” Riley chastised him as she took over the driver’s seat. Eli gritted his teeth as he tensed up even more. “Yeah it is,” he said, his voice dark. He reached for his radio. “Remember what I said about staying in the truck? Forget it.” Then he grabbed his AR15, which he had stored under his seat, and surged forward. He held up an arm to block Willow from leaving, then pushed past her, exiting first. As soon as he achieved a proper grip, he unclicked the safety. |
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| Strompy | Oct 8 2015, 02:56 AM Post #2950 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"We're just working out how we're going to go about checking this place out. I think everyone who isn't coming should get in the RV. Riley's going to lure the rotters away, in the event things go south we're going to need the truck for a quick getaway. We're going to use the trees here as a fallback position. Jimmy, I don't want to volunteer you for anything but if you could position the truck behind these trees that'd be really really helpful." Brandon explained as he limped over towards the truck. He looked back to see Eli emerge from the RV. He rolled his eyes. Somehow having Eli involved only made him even more worried. "I'm going to help the others do a sweep of the trees." he informed them and began limping his way over to Hank and Andy. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 8 2015, 03:13 AM Post #2951 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jimmy arched an eyebrow at Eli’s radio message about forgetting his last order. He looked up and nodded distractedly at Brandon’s request, more focused on Eli. He had his assault rifle equipped and was walking right past the others. Arching his eyebrow even higher, Jimmy got out of the truck. He watched in alarm as Eli arrived at the white picket fence and weapon. Then Eli whistled – as loud he could, it seemed like. Jimmy looked to the line of deadheads surrounding the house. Many of them turned at the shrill sound, their dull eyes seeking out its origin. A few of them found it, and their blank gazes fixed on Eli. They started to turn around. They didn’t get far. BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG! Eli fired a line of bullets at eye-level, downing several deadheads in one swing of his rifle. There was a brief pause in the gunfire as the rotters still standing – all of them, all around the house – forgot about whatever interested them inside. They started shambling towards the fence. BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG! Eli swung his rifle the other way. More deadheads went down. Jimmy only allowed himself to be surprised for a moment. Then he leaned back into his truck and popped open the glove compartment. He grabbed a second pistol to compliment the Desert Eagle on his hip, and readied them both. Guess I’m not staying in the truck, he thought. He jogged over to the fence to join Eli. Nearby, Hank and Andy were fixed in place, their jaws hanging open. Behind him, Noah was the same way. Only Lowell looked on with something resembling grudging approval. |
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| Strompy | Oct 8 2015, 03:44 AM Post #2952 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Fast and stupid it is." Brandon sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. Eli was the one who thought it was a trap now he was walking into it head first. To be fair though in the incredibly unlikely event it was a trap a strong show of force would be a strong deterrent. Brandon's concern was with the reckless gun fire. If somebody was inside any one of those stray bullets could injure them. Brandon raised his carbine and took more deliberate aim at the rotters rounding the corner from the back yard, he squeezed off several careful shots, leaving as few targets for Eli to spray as possible. He could hear more gunfire from the RV and looked to see Emily and Willow's rifles poking out the windows taking several deliberate shots themselves. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 8 2015, 04:19 AM Post #2953 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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The gunfire quickly became constant, even as Eli’s rifle ran dry. Beside him, Jimmy had joined in, firing a stream of bullets with both hands, taking down a rotter with roughly every other shot. Eli ejected the magazine and caught it as it fell. He tucked it into his belt and replaced it with a fully loaded spare that he had waiting. BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG! He had gotten pretty fast at reloading, and was firing again in seconds. Not long after, all the rotters on their side of the house were lying face down or supine in their own dark blood. For a while, rotters kept streaming in from both sides, but between Brandon, Willow, Emily and Jimmy, the group quickly and efficiently picked them off. BANG! BANG! BANG! Jimmy was the last to fire. The fighting ended as his Desert Eagle poked a gaping hole above the last rotter’s eye. Eli waited for a moment, let half a minute pass by in silence to ensure the supply of rotters was truly exhausted. Then his eyes started darting between the door and the windows facing the street. “The rotters are gone!” he yelled, as loud as he could without sacrificing enunciation. “If there’s anyone in there, come out now with your hands up!” He kept his rifle trained on the door. There was no response to his shout. “Come out now or we’re leaving!” he yelled some more. Again, there was no response. Now that the 20-some rotters were gone, the area was silent, except for the group’s breathing and shuffling. “Have it your way!” Eli yelled – he found he was kind of relieved. “If you’re in there, then good luck!” He started to lower his rifle. He wasn’t able to finish, before the door opened slowly and he raised it again. “Wait, wait, wait!” a voice urged desperately. “I’m here, I’m here.” A moment later, that voice revealed itself – it belonged to a man in his 30s, Hispanic, bald, ripped. He wore jeans and a simple white t-shirt. The part of his arm that wasn’t covered by cloth was covered by tattoos – Eli could make out a hooded reaper, a skull, a row of grinning teeth. There were also tattoos on his face – a star on his forehead and, for some reason, a tattoo that looked like a bite mark on his jawline. He was a classic gangbanger. Eli knew the type, had grown up with the type, at points even done some business with the type. The only difference was his expression. He had summoned a smile, a nervous and surprisingly sweet-looking one. The rest of his appearance said prison-hard but his smile said something else. His hands were raised, like Eli instructed. So Eli kept his finger off the trigger. “You just – you took me by surprise, is all,” he said. “Lift up your shirt and turn around,” Eli responded. “Oh – okay!” the man answered, still sounding and looking nervous. He did as he was asked, pulling up his t-shirt to reveal nothing sticking out of his pants, and turning around to complete the picture. When he completed his 360, he let go of his shirt and put his hands right back up. “I’m – I’m unarmed, I promise,” the man said. “Is anyone with you?” Eli shot back. “No, it’s – it’s just me,” the man said. We’ll see about that, Eli pledged to himself, as he finally lowered his weapon. For now, his security concerns had been assuaged. If this was intended as a trap, then he hoped his display of force had thwarted that tension. And if it wasn’t a trap at all – well, at least they’d be on their way quicker, while having still avoided any additional injuries or casualties. He wasn’t in the mood to converse with this stranger, though, or put in the work to get his story out of him. He assumed the others would be interested in that, so he turned and nodded to no one in particular. All yours, he indicated by taking a step back. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 8 2015, 04:44 AM Post #2954 |
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Is that so?
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Willow kept her rifle trained on the new guy for the time being, but her eyes were scanning the surroundings. The house, the trees, the scrubs, everything. Even though it was looking less and less like a trap, if there actually was anyone else, she wanted to know about them as soon as possible. Thankfully, she didn't catch sight of anything. Just one guy, hands in the air, waiting to be briefed on what was going to happen to him now. And this guy looked innocent enough. Minus the fact that he basically screamed 'prison life' and 'hard ass gangster' with those tattoos and muscles. They were kinda sexy, actually. Of course, checking out the new guy took a back seat to her more immediate concern in Eli. Jesus Christ, Eli... the fuck were you thinking with this? She allowed herself to wonder. It wasn't as though clearing out the rotters this way was much of a problem for their group -- if anything it was the easiest way to go about this. But it was more the principle of the idea here; just running out there and shooting without any provocation or notice after everyone else had established a plan of action was disrespectful and could be dangerous. They had gotten this far by working together as a team. Eli was now blatantly disrupting that. * * * * * "Well, that happened." Nolan mused dryly as the gunfire came to a stop. Thankfully everyone else had it under control. He hadn't needed to go out there and show off his subpar shooting skills. He was just thankful when it seemed to be over. Kelsey had been awoken by the hail of gunfire, but only sat there silently. This was nothing new to anyone, least of all her. |
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| Strompy | Oct 8 2015, 06:51 AM Post #2955 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"That was a lot of ammo." Brandon mused ruefully. There was nothing to be done about it now though. He moved on. There was somebody in there and they did seem to need help. Guy looked harmless as far as ripped convict looking types go. If the guy were a con he didn't think it was fair to hold that against him, he knew Eli had a history. Though lately Eli had been doing a lot to cause concern... "Just a heads up, if we find out you're not alone you're going to die first. Honesty is the best policy with us. What's your name?" Brandon warned the new guy casually, wanting to make sure he understood they were ready for any tricks while not freaking him out if he were onthe level. |
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