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| Strompy | Nov 27 2015, 08:29 PM Post #3451 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon's finger tensed on the trigger. For all he knew this was the one that shot Andy. Hed been a part of the abduction. A part of whatever this all was. Brandon had been merciless before. He could do it again. But only moments ago he'd killed a man he didn't necessarily have to, and now Andy was probably going to die because of it. Because he couldn't just control himself. "I should kill you for what you and your people have done. How dare you?" Brandon demanded. He lowered the gun though, stepped off of the man and picked up his fallen weapon. He threw the man's gun over the other side of the train well out of reach of a man with a broken leg. "Stay right here and you might live through this. Move and I'll skin you alive. That's not an idle threat." he growled at him before making his way to the ladder. Last car. I'm coming. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 27 2015, 09:13 PM Post #3452 |
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Is that so?
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"Oh God..." Willow groaned painfully to herself. It had been a long night to say the least. Her fear of what was going to happen to them had been overridden by her withdrawal symptoms. It was pretty obvious that is what they were now. Her entire body was rebelling against her in every sense of the word and she only wished that she could close her eyes and go to sleep through all of it. She had tried several times; despite her exhaustion, she did not sleep for long. She was currently walking slowly away from the corner of the car while trying to buckle her pants back up. She really wished they had a bathroom in this thing -- but even if they had, making a mess of their train car was not exactly a bad thing. The only pleasure any of this gave her was that someone was gonna have to come and clean the car later. It was while she was groaning and returning to the others that the gunfire erupted. A single shot at first, and then a flurry of it immediately afterwards. She was still tired and still miserable, but all of that was overpowered by the surge of adrenaline that followed. Something was here. Somebody was here, maybe. Was it Brandon and the others? Had they found them? Or was it those ghosts that Gregory had talked about last night? Although it could have just as easily been a horde of rotters. But it sounded like the gunfire was going two ways. Someone was shooting back. "Oh crap..." Willow muttered. Still holding on to her poor abdomen with one hand, she hobbled clear across to the other end of the train car where everyone else looked just as confused and scared as she did. Gunfire continued to sing outside and Willow wasn't entire sure she wanted it to stop. Because there was never any guarantee that somebody would let them out of here. They could starve to death in this train car if nobody survived the gunfight. Or the other guys could be brigands that could mow them down -- or worse -- after discovering them in here. There were a lot of scenarios here that ended poorly for them. And only one that did; if it was their friends out there. "Is everyone okay?" Willow asked Riley and the kids. She realized the irony in asking them this; Willow herself was still sweating badly and she was sure she had gotten more pale than she normally was. She was hardly a paragon of health right now. But in the dim light here, it would be hard for them to tell that. * * * * * Brandon's sudden gunshot surprised Antonio just as much as everyone else. One second there was talk of a negotiation, the next Brandon was changing the terms of said negotiation by starting a gunfight. Gregory was barely a human being with the way he acted, but even Brandon should have expected that kind of response. These people had always been quick on the trigger. Next thing he knew, he was crouched behind the convertible with Hank, Emily, and an injured Andy. BANG! Click-click. BANG! Click-click. Antonio frowned. That was his last shell. Brandon had already zipped toward the train in the other convertible and Antonio was just trying to give him covering fire. The shots were far but since he was using slugs, he had a chance. Even if he couldn't hit any of those cultists, it might scare them into not firing back. Every little bit helped -- especially now. Antonio ducked behind the convertible and popped open his pump-action shotgun. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a couple of new slugs; he began loading them into the shotgun with fervor. "Hang in there." He said over the din of gunfire that rattled from the train. And he wasn't just talking about Andy. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 27 2015, 09:26 PM Post #3453 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“We’re pretty far from okay,” Riley shot back. Annie didn’t look. She just waited by the door. As soon as it opened… she told herself. Then she’d do… something. She looked at her hands – her nails were not short. She could probably do some damage with those. She had once before, back in Flint, when she was attacked by Kevin. Maybe this time she could do worse. * * * So much blood. Panic and grief flooded over Hank. They had come here to save the lives of his family. But Andy was family too, and now… “Tell… tell your family that I love them,” Andy was saying. “When you… when you get them back. Tell them that.” “They know,” Hank said. “And they’re your family too, and you can tell them yourself.” “Just don’t… don’t let me…” “No,” Hank said – he had a feeling he knew where Andy was going with that. “Save your strength. You’re going to get through this.” Andy was looking an awful lot like Emmett now, with his profuse sweating and shallow breathing. Except he had gotten there much faster. He ignored Hank’s instruction. “Don’t let me turn into one of those things…” he managed. “Don’t…” “Hank…” Andy said softly. Hank knew he was slipping. It was more than obvious. Without warning, tears started sliding down Hank’s cheek. “I won’t,” Hank said. “I promise.” Andy’s eyes closed. |
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| Strompy | Nov 27 2015, 09:51 PM Post #3454 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Hypocrite. You hypocrite. Brandon cursed himself as he leaned up against the doorway. As soon as things had gotten bad he'd fallen into exactly the same behaviors he held against Eli. He lead Connor into a fight. He let his happy trigger finger get the better of him, only this time it was one of their's paying for it. His guilt was almost a wall to even functioning. He glanced around the door, the car seemed empty. He kept low as he crept forward as hastily as he dared. It was no good launching a rescue just to botch it by getting himself killed, and doom Andy with him. If Andy was even alive still... "Annie! Willow!" he called out, keeping his weapon raised and his ears and eyes open. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 27 2015, 10:10 PM Post #3455 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie hesitated. Was that Brandon’s voice? Had he actually found them? Then the door opened. Annie didn’t move. She kept her back tight to the wall. “Stay where you are!” a voice shouted – it wasn’t Brandon’s. “Tell your damned friend to back off or…” The voice stepped forward, revealing itself to be Luis, the henchman that had tossed Willow back into the cell earlier that night. He looked scared and desperate, and was holding a pistol to the corner where Riley, Ruby and CJ were huddled up. Annie leapt at him, clawing at his face. She felt her nails rake against his cheek. “Gah!” he cried out in surprise and swung his arm. BANG! The bullet hit the wall behind and a beam of daylight poked through the hole. He tried to re-aim. In a panic, Annie grabbed his gun-wielding arm with both her hands, trying to stop him from raising it. He struggled with her. He was winning. Still panicked, Annie leaned into the exposed skin of his neck. She bit down as hard as she could. BANG! BANG! BANG! He drilled some more holes through the wall, and more daylight poked in. Then he pushed her hard, and she flew backwards, taking a chunk of his skin with her. * * * More tears streamed down Hank’s cheek. He stopped trying to stem the blood, and instead put his fingers to Andy’s neck, feeling for a pulse. He found one, but it was weak. And getting weaker. He let go, and stared at the red mark he had left there for a few seconds. Feeling like he was in a trance, like the actions weren’t really his, he reached for his pistol – the Beretta he had claimed from the lock-up back at the hotel. Then he stared at that. Andy’s chest had stopped rising and falling. He had become still. Hank looked briefly to Emily and then Antonio. He didn’t say anything. None of the words he could think of seemed right. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 28 2015, 03:52 AM Post #3456 |
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Is that so?
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Your damned friend? So it is them! It was a thought that gave Willow strength. Their situation wasn't quite so hopeless anymore. They could survive now. No -- they were going to survive. Annie's surprise attack had bought everyone the time they needed. And Willow decided now that, even if it broke her body more than it already was, she was going to fight to survive. Just as Annie was pushed aside, Willow came charging in. With one hand she grabbed the wrist of the attacker that held the gun and with the other she grabbed a handful of his shirt around his shoulder. She pulled at his arm and twisted her body. Her back screamed at her, her nausea flared up with a new intensity, and her body was already shaking from the exertion. At full strength, she would have hoped that she force the guy to fall over and maybe disarm him. In her current state, she was fine just keeping him off balance and his gun pointed away from other people. * * * * * In any other circumstance, Antonio would have been overjoyed that they weren't being shot at anymore. But one of their own wasn't getting back up. The harsh reality of it was impossible to ignore or put aside now. "Hank..." Antonio started softly. "I'm sorry." There was nothing else that he could say. That anyone could say. Antonio knew firsthand that losing someone so close was nothing short of torture. Even now, Nolan was still on his mind -- but that didn't even feel real. He hadn't seen Nolan with his own eyes, only heard about it. But for Hank... Andy was right there in front of him. Antonio held a hand out like he was waiting to accept something; "I can see to Andy. If you want." He was fairly sure Hank was going to turn him down. He seemed like the kind of man that would see this through, especially for the man he considered a brother. But he didn't want Hank to feel like he had no other choice. |
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| Strompy | Nov 28 2015, 05:26 AM Post #3457 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"God damn it. Move." Emily said moving Hank slightly out of the way. She thought back to her first aid course. She had no idea if this would even help the situation, it might buy Andy a little time. Frankly she just didn't know if he had enough blood left in him to do any good. She made a seal over his mouth with her mouth and pinched his nose. She breathed into his lungs twice and began doing chest compressions. She couldn't help but feel what she was doing was futile but it was that or admit defeat, and she wasn't willing to do that until Annie called it. ... The sound of gunfire nearby sent a jolt of sheer panic through Brandon. Had he decided to start executing them? As he surged through the train toward the sound he could hear the distinct sounds of a struggle. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 28 2015, 06:21 AM Post #3458 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie climbed back to her feet as fast as she could. She looked up in time to see Willow struggling with Luis now. Annie appreciated that she hadn’t given up, even in the rough state she was in. Unfortunately, Luis was easily able to shake her off with a swing of his powerful arm. Luis turned to Annie next, in time to see her charging for him again – and in time to step aside and deflect her. Using her momentum against her, he launched her in Willow’s direction, and knocked them both over once again. Annie winced in frustration as she hit the floor of the compartment. She braced herself for the gunshot she was sure was coming. * * * Hank didn’t respond to Antonio’s offer, and didn’t protest when Emily pushed him aside. He just watched from his knees as she performed CPR. But as she started the compressions, the pool of blood under Andy’s back just grew. His chest remained still. “Emily…” Hank said. His voice sounded distant to him. Like it was someone else talking. “I… promised him,” he said. He raised his pistol to his Andy’s head, then waited for Emily to move aside. Now his movements didn’t feel real either. He felt like he was watching himself in a dream. “I promised,” he repeated. |
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| Strompy | Nov 28 2015, 07:57 AM Post #3459 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Emily conceded she was just pumping blood out of him faster, and sat back on her heels. She rested her blood covered hands on her knees and looked up at the sky. There was a single white cloud in the sky. Brilliantly white. It was beautiful to look at. Not a bad last sight for Andy, as far as they went these days. At east there was that. ... BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG Brandon brought the gun right up against Luis' head. The burst left very little left of him, just some torn shreds and most of his jaw still intact. The sparse light in the carriage let him see enough. All five of them. They were all here. Willow was there, she was alive, and she at least seemed to be intact. If the circumstances were different her may have just collapsed there in the relief. He couldn't afford for even a moment of reprieve. "Annie. We need you right now, Andy's been hit, it's bad." he summarized urgently. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 28 2015, 02:56 PM Post #3460 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank couldn’t think about it. If he thought about it, for even a second, he knew he wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger. And he needed to pull the trigger. Andy had done so much for him. Hank needed to do this thing for him. “I’m sorry,” he said. He let his mind go blank. BANG! * * * The sight of Brandon stunned Annie with relief. But his words immediately snapped her out of it. “I need my bag,” she said, after taking a second to blink. She held out her arm for Brandon to help her up. Once she was on her feet, she stumbled forward, then started to run. She didn’t stop to let her eyes adjust to the light once she made it to the next car. She just looked around frantically for any sign of where they might have stashed it. Only a few cars in, she found it, along with the rest of their things. She ignored the dead bodies along the way and scooped it up. When she emerged from the train, she could squint and see two cars in the distance. One – a convertible – was close by. Despite the urgency, she stopped in place when she saw who was near it. Connor! More relief came over her, but it did battle with confusion. Her son was wielding an assault rifle and pointing it a man with his hands up. It must have been one of the cultists, though he was the oldest Annie had seen so far, and the least-ripped. Connor’s eyes met Annie’s, and she could see the same relief in them. “Mom!” he called out in surprise. She didn’t have time to call back before Brandon emerged from the train as well, and Connor quickly turned to him. “He was trying to run,” Connor explained. “He had a gun.” Connor nodded to a pistol that was now on the ground, at his feet. “Please, man, I didn’t have anything to do with this!” the gray-haired man exclaimed, turning to make his case to Brandon. “My name is Jesse, I’m just – I’m just the driver!” |
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| Strompy | Nov 28 2015, 06:44 PM Post #3461 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon was a little annoyed to see Connor there. He must have stowed away in the back. But he was okay and that was the only thing that mattered. Brandon couldn't really fault him for not following his directions, after what just happened he didn't feel like he could be trusted to make decisions anymore. "You've got an injured man. Go take care of him until your people get here." Brandon told the older man. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 28 2015, 08:41 PM Post #3462 |
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Is that so?
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Thank God they're alive! Willow wanted to jump on Brandon and give him the biggest smooch right now. But of course, even if they weren't in a hurry to get the hell out of here and dealing with an injured man, her breath was probably bordering on rancid right about now. Even after the day they'd both had, introducing him to puke mouth was out of the question for her. So she just settled for an appreciative and relieved smile as she hobbled after everyone else. If I survive this, I swear I'll never touch that hydrocodone stuff again. Even if I have to use Tylenol. Can you get addicted to Tylenol? Is that a thing? Her mind wandered as she ran, and before she knew it, she was outside the train, taking in the fresh air once again. She had no idea where they were, but she found that she didn't particularly care either way. Wherever they had stopped, it was far from their little settlement. "I've never been so glad to see the sun before." She muttered to herself. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 29 2015, 12:56 AM Post #3463 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“I’m going!” Jesse declared. “This is me going!” And then he went. Connor lowered his aim without hesitating. He wasn’t sure why these people got to live, when Gregory didn’t, but he didn’t want to argue or give Brandon any more reason to be overprotective. Besides – his mom was there. And his mom was alive! He had reason to celebrate. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine, honey,” Annie said. “I’m just – I’m so happy to see you.” She ran over and embraced him. He hugged her back. “I love you so much,” she said. “I know mom, me too,” he said back. She broke the hug and looked him in the eye. “I have to go help Andy, but I’ll be right back.” He nodded. “I understand. You should hurry. Emmett needs help too.” * * * Annie drove the convertible. Connor, Riley, Ruby, and CJ rode with her. Willow and Brandon, meanwhile, had to walk. Annie was disappointed that the reunion had to be so rushed, but Brandon sounded urgent, so she peeled across the road to where the other cars were waiting. She came to a stop, put the car in park, and jumped out as fast as she could. It wasn’t fast enough. Andy was laying supine on the ground, a pool of blood under him, and a gunshot wound in his forehead. Hank sat over him, sobbing, with a pistol in his hand. He looked up at her with a pained expression. Then he looked past her at his family. He dropped the pistol to the ground and stood up. He wiped his cheeks clean. Annie turned around and realized that Ruby and Riley were seeing the same thing she was. Their expressions became just as pained. Hank rushed over to them, wrapping his two girls in a hug, breaking it only to find room to include his young son. There was nothing Annie could do or say to help them right now. So she moved on to Emmett. She hoped there was something she could do for him, at least. * * * Eli found himself behind the wheel of a dark blue Camry with a dent in the fender from where Kelsey ran it into a tree. He was driving away from Elko, Nevada, and had been for hours. In that time, the insanity of the situation never stopped troubling him, no matter how much he wished it would. No turning back now, he reminded himself, in an effort to keep his frustration with himself at bay. I made another promise. A promise to help Kelsey kill Lowell. He was worried if he didn’t, she would get herself killed trying. He didn’t feel like he had a choice – but I probably did, he thought, and I probably chose wrong. For one thing, they didn’t even know where Lowell was. He and his friends could have been any number of places by now. Kelsey claimed she knew where they were going, though, so he had to trust her. He also had to hope luck was on their side. He pulled up alongside a convenience store and gas station. Kelsey’s directions were pretty detailed, but they were getting foggier with each retelling. “If we’re gonna do this, we need a road map,” Eli had told her, and he meant that literally. He was hopeful this place could provide that. And maybe some food while they were at it – it was coming on 24 hours since his last meal, and his stomach was rumbling. He put the Camry in park and hopped out. He looked in every direction for rotters, but the area seemed out of the way and quiet. “We’re in an’ we’re out,” Eli announced – though he was sure Kelsey had the same idea, as anxious as she was to find Lowell. “But don’t let your guard down. Not even for a second.” |
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| Strompy | Nov 29 2015, 02:26 AM Post #3464 |
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Brandon didn't need to see it for himself. Andy was dead. The Kellys were devastated. Brandon knew it was true the moment he saw he was shot, now he had to face it though. Andy was dead and it was his fault. The men on the train, they were his fault too. Even when they ambushed those men before it was a necessity. Killing Gregory wasn't necessary, he did it because he wanted to and because he wasn't thinking. The guilt of what he had done stopped him in his tracks. He began walking back and forward. He fidgeted with his hands. He wanted to go to them and tell them how sorry he was. He wanted to beg for their forgiveness but he knew they wouldn't wamt to hear it. So he walked back and forward battling with emotions he didn't know what to do with. "I had a plan. There was a plan." he said to himself. He sank to his knees under the weight of his shame and was still as he stared off into the distance. Burnt out. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 29 2015, 04:39 AM Post #3465 |
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Is that so?
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Willow slowly lowered herself onto the ground next to her emotionally torn boyfriend. Brandon looked like hell right now, but she already knew that she looked no better after the day that she'd had. She followed his gaze into the distance, but there was nothing there -- nothing that she could see anyway. Willow didn't really know what had happened here or why Brandon would feel responsible for Andy's death, but whatever the case was, there wasn't anything anybody could do now. "Rough day for you too, huh?" She nudged him with her elbow. "Don't worry. It gets better. At least... that's what they keep telling me, you know?" * * * * * The exhaustion was really starting to hit Kelsey hard. She hadn't slept at all last night. And even if she had wanted to she wouldn't have been able to -- that applied both to last night and right now. Even though she was still angry, it wasn't enough to keep her sharp anymore. She could feel her senses dulling and body becoming heavy. But the only choice she had was to keep going. "Yeah." She told Eli. The place was empty, but she still hugged her AR-15 tight. There could be rotters inside still. There could always be rotters inside. But she hoped there weren't. Her shoulder was bruised from firing her rifle last night (and holding it improperly). She didn't want to have to shoot it and waste what little ammunition she had for it. But she didn't have much of a choice; it was the only weapon she had. She hadn't taken anything else from the truck before leaving and all she had from the house they stayed at was a cheap kitchen knife. "I'll be... I'll be right behind you." |
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