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Dead Men Walking
Topic Started: Nov 28 2014, 02:20 AM (70,870 Views)
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"Priorities. Tertiary concern. If we were set up somewhere permanent we'd have time for that. Also we don't usually tackle creeps in situations like this, have to be set up for it. Padding would just slow us down and we're always moving. Anyway, we lost a lot of stuff with Antonio's truck and the van, we'd probably just lose that stuff too." Emily said as she slipped a shin pad on.

The whole time they'd been there she had been scanning the surroundings for any sign of more of Patrick's people. She was also not going into that mess without her rifle and rufle. The others would be enough hanss to do the work, she'd hang back a little with her rifle under the pretense of providing cover from creeps if they needed to bail. Really she'd be keeping them safe from Patrick.

...

"Thanks, man." Brandon said with a friendly smile.

He limped away in the direction the guard pointed out, leaning heavily on his cane.
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Annie frowned. She got the feeling Nolan was trying to change the subject to something lighter, but Jimmy wasn’t that. She found herself bitterly recalling last night’s conversation with him, and then her discovery of his empty room this morning

“What Eli said earlier..” she started awkwardly. “About Jimmy not coming... He didn’t, uh, he didn’t just mean to that meeting. Jimmy’s gone.”

* * *

“Everybody ready?” Patrick asked.

He was standing behind them, his remote control in his hand. Noah glanced over his shoulder, answered him along with some of the others:

“Ready,” he said.

He slid his thumb down the pearl-inlaid handle of his knife.

“And here we go,” Patrick said, then pressed down on the button.

The doors slid open electronically. It took a few long moments for the biters to realize what happened, then clumsily start flailing and running out.

A few cleared the doorway, then Patrick pressed down on the button again. The doors started sliding shut. A biter was in the way, but that didn’t stop the door from closing like it might have once upon a time. It just kept shutting, ultimately trapping the biter’s arm in place against the frame.

Meanwhile, the few biters that did escape started lurching for him, Lowell, Willow and Eli. Emily, meanwhile, was keeping watch with a rifle.

This was the plan – Patrick would let a few out, they would take them down, Patrick would let out a few more. With most of their skin covered up with roller-skating pads, it was a low risk proposition. Noah approved.

He lunged right back at the biter closest to him – a bald scrawny one, with dried blood smeared all across the lower half of its face. It had fed once, but wouldn’t feed again, because Noah drove the stainless steel blade of his knife right through its eye.

* * *

Connor watched as Brandon headed out the lobby. When he was gone, he took a deep breath, then made the call to follow. He didn’t know where Brandon was going or why, but he was using a cane and could only see out of one eye, so Connor decided he could use some back-up.

He headed past the guard, trying to move when and where he wasn’t looking. He figured he was successful, because he didn’t hear an objection or question as he made it outside.

He spotted Brandon heading down the street and got low again. He didn’t need to know about his back-up, after all. And this was kind of fun. Kind of like a video game.

He started following, trying to stay out of sight.
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At least we get to tackle these guys in small numbers, Willow thought to herself when she saw Patrick's plan to eliminate the captive rotters. Might take a bit, but it's not bad. A low risk way of picking these guys off. As long as you got gasoline to spare.

The closest rotter to Willow was a tall one. A guy that had probably been about her age once upon a time, but was about six and a half feet tall -- over a foot taller than herself. And bigger too, despite his body's state of decay. A skinny woman of average height like Willow never would have stood a chance against this guy if he were alive.

Thankfully, he wasn't alive. But it was still intimidating to see a rotter like that shambling toward her. She pointed the tip of her knife toward the rotter's head, drew her arm back, and bent her knees to lower her body a little bit more. The motion sent a wave of pain through her injured thigh, but she was able to ignore it thanks in no small part to the pain numbing effects of her hydrocodone. The giant rotter's cloudy eyes set themselves on Willow as it approached. As soon as it reached out and lowered its head to set itself upon her, Willow spring her arm out and her body upwards. Thanks to its obscene length, Glenda's knife connected to the rotter's face; bouncing off the top of its left cheekbone and driving itself through its left eye instead with a disgusting shlurk.

* * * * *

"Gone?"

The idea struck Nolan as alien for a few long seconds. His eyes met Annie's directly in an attempt to ascertain if she meant what it sounded like she meant. It didn't take long for him to reach his answer. It would certainly explain why everyone else had gone out on some errands to get a new truck. Nolan had just kind of assumed that it was for the sake of convenience -- two trucks were more comfortable than one and all that.

"Wait, so he just... up and left us all during the night?" Nolan shook his head in frustrated disbelief. "He abandoned his friends and took the only working vehicle we had between us? Even if it was his truck..."

He was trying to hide his irritation at the man, but he knew it was probably obvious from the strain in his voice. He wasn't sure if he was irritated at Jimmy for leaving everyone behind, even when there wasn't anywhere to go, or at himself for thinking that Jimmy was better than that. Jimmy was a flake, sure, and he avoided hard conversations like the plague... but he had saved Nolan's life in the past not once but twice. The disappointment Nolan felt in him right now was tangible, but he couldn't put together the words.

Instead, he simply slammed his right fist against the nearest wall.

Then recoiled and clutched his forearm with his left hand as pain surged through the offending limb; "Shit!"
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If this were an trap they'd be springing it right about now while everyone was busy with the creeps. Emily only half paid attention to the fight as she kept one eye open for trouble from another direction.

...

Brandon made his way down the street. His head had taken a bad beating and the amount of gunfire he'd been around lately without protection had left his permanently ringing. Even so as he limped he thought he heard a footfall echo faintly from behind him. He might have been hearing things but that wasn't something he was about to accept blindly. Was the guard from the lobby following him?

He spotted a small employee access way between two buildings. There was a dumpster there at an angle from the wall. He ducked off the street down the alley way and then crouched down in the gap between the dumpster anf that wall. His leg flared up and his chest tightened with pain at the effort and it wad difficult not to groan or shout out. He bit his lip and bared with it, trying to keep his breathing steady as he readied his carbine.

A moment later he heard them approaching. Light steps. Somebody shadowing him. They slowed down. They were at the mouth of the alley. He sprang out as they passed the dumpster. His heart missed a beat as he recognized Connor at the end of his gun. With a heavy sigh of relief he lowered it.

"God damn, man. Why aren't you back at the hotel? We don't know if we're safe here. Go check the street, see if anyone is following." he said as he leaned against the wall massaging his aching leg.
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Connor took a couple seconds to respond – seconds he spent trying to digest his heart again, after it jumped up his throat. One minute he was following Brandon, the next minute Brandon was gone, and the minute after that there was a gun to his head. It was a lot to process.

He tried not to show how flustered he really was.

“Uh, okay,” he said, when he found the words.

He backed up out of the alley and looked around. He saw one of the weird guys down the street, the way they were going, but he wasn’t looking back. He seemed to be preoccupied with whatever he was doing. Besides that, there was nothing to see.

“The, uh, the coast is clear,” he reported, when he re-joined Brandon.

Then he mustered up some additional courage.

"And I – I know we’re not safe here,” he said. “That’s why you need back up.”
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"You should be back at the hotel. I don't need backup." he said with a hint of annoyance.

He's only trying to help.

"But I do appreciate it. When you're stalking somebody you should try to keep your steps in rhythm with theirs. I'm guessing your mom doesn't know your here." he said as he gently rubbed his sore chest.
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Connor started to frown, but his expression leveled out. He nodded along with Brandon’s advice, then repeated it in his head, trying to commit it to memory.

“She’d just tell me to stay in our room,” he answered, then looked to where Brandon’s hand was. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

* * *

Noah backed up once he got his blade dislodged. He looked around to see if anyone needed help, but they didn’t – Lowell and Eli had both easily downed biters of their own, and were backing up just like him.

“Woo! Nice work!” cheered said from behind them. “Now for round two.”

The doors slid open once more. The biters with the formerly-pinned arm stumbled out first, but its balance was off and it ended up eating the asphalt. The biters behind it walked right over its back.

Noah locked in one of them, then flipped the knife-handle in his hand. With a reverse-grip now, he raised it over his head and drove it forward.
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Willow readied herself as the next wave of rotters was released. So far they were so good.

Thankfully, the next rotters that came out were normal sized. At least normal-sized compared to the giant that had come at her before. She picked her target out this time; a middle-aged woman about her size and statue. It would be an easy target. Willow stepped forward and brought her knife down with all of her strength onto the rotter's head.

I'm getting better at this, Willow suddenly noticed. All that practice must be paying off.
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Annie cringed at Nolan’s reaction, and then her instincts kicked in.

“Here, let me see,” she said, grabbing his arm so she could take a look. “You’re fine. Just… don’t do that again, okay? We’re all getting knocked around enough as it is, we don’t need to start doing it to ourselves.”

She finally released his arm, then leaned back against the hallway wall. She let out a long breath, like she had observed him doing when she first walked up.

“I know it’s frustrating,” she said. “Jimmy and... everything else. Did Antonio talk to you last night?”
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"That was stupid..." Nolan groaned as he got his arm back from Annie.

Thinking about it more would only make everything feel more indignant, so he tried to push it all to the back of his head. He had enough on his plate before Jimmy took off and left them stranded here -- it was probably best not to let himself get caught up in it. Knowing that, it still took him a few seconds to collect himself before he could answer Annie.

"Yeah... yeah, he did." He slowly nodded. "He told me about what you guys have planned."
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“Good,” Annie said, giving him a slow nod back. “And you’re okay with it?”
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"Yeah." Nolan said flatly. "I am."
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"Yeah it just hurts pretty bad when I move around too much but I'll live. Your mom is the smartest person I've ever met, you should listen to her. She's going to freak out when she realizes your gone. I think deserves better than that. We need to go back." Brandon said straightening his back.
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Connor frowned, but kept his protest limited to that. Brandon was probably right, he realized.

“Okay, fine,” he conceded. “We can go back.”

* * *

“Okay, good,” Annie repeated.

She left it at that – if Nolan didn’t want to talk about it, she wouldn’t press him. The important thing was that he was on board, and they were set to present a united front to Eli as soon as they got the chance. Which would be soon, hopefully, because she didn’t like having to live with the mix of dread and anticipation.

Thinking about Eli so soon after thinking about Jimmy also made her think about this morning. A realization struck her – Eli had known Jimmy was gone before she did. How? Had Eli checked in on him before she had? Could there be an innocent explanation? She knew Jimmy swung that way, but Eli…

“Um, did you know about him and Jimmy?” Annie asked – she was wondering if maybe this was common knowledge that her mind had somehow missed completely.

* * *

Patrick laughed as the second round concluded, with Eli stomping on the head of the trampled rotter. He seemed to be enjoying the few of the show.

“Just a few more times, kids, and the fun’ll be over,” he said. “Ready for…?”

“Go!” Eli growled.

Noah blinked nervously as he looked over to him. Biter blood and brain was splashed all over his shin pads. His eyebrows were almost vertical, they were so narrowed. After seeing Lowell go into battle so many times, Noah thought he was used to that kind of intensity. Guess not.

Eli caught him staring, and drilled a hole into him with his gaze. Noah quickly looked away, back at the doors, as they opened once again. A third round of biters drifted out.
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"Eli and Jimmy?"

Nolan's voice was less strained and more collected now. His eyes shifted from the far wall and towards Annie. He couldn't help but furl his brow and give her a quizzical look while processing her question. It came so far out of left field, he wasn't sure if he should be insinuating anything from it or not -- though it was hard not to.

"Wait, so before I take this the wrong way, I just wanna ask... am I misunderstanding something here. I just wanna be clear, cause just now I thought it sounded like you were implying that they... uhh..."

Nolan made a donut shape with his left hand, and then inserted the index and middle fingers of his right hand into the donut. Then he pulled the fingers out and slid them back in, repeating the cycle a few times until he was sure Annie had gotten the idea. He knew it was kind of vulgar display but, oddly enough, it felt less vulgar to him than outright stating it.

"Had... sex..."

And I went ahead and said it anyway, Nolan mentally sighed in defeat.

* * * * *

After taking down a few rotters up close, Willow was already starting to feel a little more confident with the concept of taking these things down in melee range. If she was able to handle these guys okay right now, then she would really be in control once she was fully healed.

"Alright..." She muttered under breath. "Let's go, Willow."

She picked out another rotter from the group. This time, she would try to practice taking it to the ground first. With her knife securely in her right hand, she stepped toward her target. Even though this rotter was bigger than her, she was pretty sure she could take it to the ground. She thrust her left hand out and grabbed the rotter roughly by the hem of its shirt; it tried to bit her arm, but simply couldn't get its head in position. Then she stepped into it, swept her left leg behind its legs, and pushed it back. Her own back screamed at her and the breath was sucked out of her lungs, but she still had enough strength to push the decaying rotter backward, where it stumbled over her leg and fell flat onto its back on the ground.

Holy crap, I did it! I bet that looked martial artsy as shit!

She didn't celebrate her victory for long though -- she knelt down and raised her knife, then finished the job.
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