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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Dec 10 2015, 11:49 PM Post #3526 |
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Willow hesitantly accepted the Gatorade from Annie and took a few small sips. She had never been the biggest fan of Gatorade historically, but she found it oddly palatable. "Don't get my hopes up." She retorted to Emily after she had finished. "Otherwise, one day we'll learn the Kardashians are alive in a bunker somewhere and still broadcasting like nothing ever happened." She managed to flash Emily with her puppy eyes and a thin smile -- which was probably aided by the fact that looking pathetic came naturally to her right now. "I don't think my heart could take it." She teased. * * * * * The place had no doubt seen better days, but Antonio had definitely seen worse in this post-human landscape. It was amazing what two months of no maintenance could do. Still, he was glad to see a place that hadn't been looted from stem to stern for once. He didn;t see himself getting used to this experience anytime soon though. "Hard to believe Leonora's goons didn't find this place." Antonio mused to himself as he walked through the store. "What with all of the surveying they did." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Dec 11 2015, 05:34 AM Post #3527 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Satisfied by Willow’s compliance, Annie leaned away. She resumed her position in the back, by Emmett’s feet. She looked with worry upon his unconscious form as Willow and Emily talked. * * * “So what kind of ‘good stuff’ are we looking for?” Connor asked as he trailed Brandon. |
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| Strompy | Dec 11 2015, 06:44 AM Post #3528 |
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"Leonora's people seem to have a lot on their plate with keeping up those trains and their kidnapping business. They might be systematically looting every town they come to, they seem pretty methodical. Maybe they've only scouted this place and plan on searching it later." Brandon mused aloud. "We're looking for stuff with a long shelf life. Pickled stuff, canned fruit, beans, soup, dried fruits, jerky that sort of thing. Rice and pasta are good too. Also anything that isn't out of date yet, we can eat that stuff right now." He managed to find some good stuff. At least as far as he was concerned, he doubted everuone was as big a fan of cocktail onions as he was. They were a common sight in the pantry back home. He'd eat an entire jar of them and drink the brine too. Eventually he was forbidden from doing that because of the chronic flatulance that followed. Aside from that there was some flour, baking soda, as well as less appetizing dried or pickled foods. Brandon knew something he could show Connor how to make when thry got a chance, he might enjoy that. He noticed something else on the magazine rack that might be of interest to him, he was about Connor's age when he took an interest after all. He slipped a Penthouse into Connor's bag when he was sure Antonio couldn't see or hear. "Your mom finds that, you didn't get it from me. Also some advice, if you ever you know... you're never being as discreet as you think you are. That's experience talking." he said quietly. "You guys find anything good?" he asked at a normal volume. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Dec 12 2015, 04:42 AM Post #3529 |
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Antonio motioned toward a bag he had gotten from the front of the store that had a few bags of rice and some canned food inside. "Somebody is looking out for us. We should count our blessings, meager though they may be." Antonio said as he bowed his head briefly, but reverently. "I hope you guys have found something more exciting than rice though. Like a fresh steak maybe?" |
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| Strompy | Dec 12 2015, 10:59 PM Post #3530 |
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"Well, if we see any rabbits we can fix up a nice stew. I got some salt, self-raising flour, also lots of cocktail onions and pickles, can't believe anyone would pass them up. Grabbed a couple extras like mouthwash and disinfectant. Was there anything else left to drink?" Brandon asked as he unscrewed the lid of a jar of cocktail onions and drank some of the brine. ... "A four letter word meaning to pour carelessly?" Emily asked as she considered the crossword in front of her. Before anyone could answer she held up a hand for quiet. She strained to focus and a moment later opened the door in a hurry. "I hear engines they're not ours. Everyone get out of sight of the road." she said as she took up her rifle. The sound grew louder with every second. Sounded like bikes, a few of them coming from the east. Emily positioned herself at the corner of the woodworker's watching the road from cover. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Dec 12 2015, 11:48 PM Post #3531 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie heard the noise a few seconds after Emily. Her heart started beating faster in anticipation. Her breath caught for a second. She hated that the idea of other people scared her, but that was how it was now. “Emmett’s not really in a position to hide,” she whispered. “Damnit – I’ll figure it out.” Quickly, she lay the IV on the ground, and covered him and it with his blanket. Then she leaned over into the front seat in order to press down on the radio. “People coming, get out of sight,” she warned the Kelly’s, just in case they didn’t have the instinct to do so already. With that done, she quickly crawled out the car and took cover herself. Please don’t let it be the New Dawn, she prayed. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Dec 13 2015, 07:08 AM Post #3532 |
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Antonio stared incredulously at Brandon as he straight up downed the cocktail onion brine, but the look only lasted for a moment or two; "I've never seen someone drink the brine like that before. Is that something people do?" What was he talking about? This was desperate times. And desperate times called for desperate measures. But Antonio got the feeling that Brandon had done that before. He seemed far too comfortable and natural with the idea. Before Brandon could answer him, the priest heard the high pitched roar of what sounded like motorbikes. Plural. "Those aren't ours." * * * * * Instinctively, Willow grabbed her rifle as she heard the approaching sounds of something. She scrambled out of the door, but in her sad state she wasn't quite nimble enough to sprint to any of the nearby cover -- and the roar of the approaching engines was quickly getting louder. Fuck! She grabbed her rifle and held it to her chest, let herself fall to the ground, and then rolled underneath the car. She lay there as still as she could. Even if they could see her underneath this thing, and that was a big if, then she might get overlooked if these people thought she was just another corpse. It felt like a long shot, but if she looked half as sickly as she felt, then she was pretty sure she could pull off a convincing corpse. |
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| Strompy | Dec 13 2015, 10:02 AM Post #3533 |
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"Shit." Emily grumbled as Willow rolled under the car. She would have made a move to get her but they were out of time. The rumbling got closer and eventually a bike came into view. It was a classic American cruiser. Emily might have admired it ifit weren't for the shotgun toting rider, he wore blue jeans, a black and red jacket and an enclosed helmet. It was followed by a green touring bike with a rider that was also sporting a shotgun. He wore an open helmet so she could see he was at least in his fifties and he had a darker complexion. After the bikes was a silver station wagon, but Emily couldn't see inside it because of the glare, she could only make out a male driver and a female passenger. As the two riders passed their convoy slowed and Emily gripped her rifle tight. They looked around at the dead creeps she left out in the open and she tapped her head against the wall in frustration. They didn't stop though. The one in the lead gestured forward and their convoy sped up again. And then they were gone, the sound of their engines growing fainter. "Fuck me. Do you think that was them?" Emily asked, not quite ready to relax. ... "Get to the car." Brandon said urgently. The trio raced outside but one look down the road they came from canceled that thought. Two bikes and a car heading their way. That was all he could see from that distance but they'd be on them by the time they got the car started. "Back inside, quick!" he said again. He only really poked his head around the corner so he didn't think they saw him. Couldn't be sure though. Brandon took up position at the end of one of the aisles and watched outside. Two riders. Shotguns. Station Wagon, unknown occupants, at least two. Their vehicles slowed and came to a stop outside and Brandon mouthed a curse. "This looks pretty promising." he heard a male voice say with an accent to it he couldn't place, it was American at least. "Let's search it fast before more of those things show up." another male voice responded. He heard car doors opening and closing again. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Dec 13 2015, 09:59 PM Post #3534 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie exhaled as she rose tentatively from cover. Fuck me, was pretty much her sentiment as well. “I didn’t get a good look,” she admitted. “But I think one of them was a girl. That wouldn’t be congruent with what we’ve seen of their soldiers so far, but who knows with those people?” * * * Connor followed Brandon’s orders as soon as he gave them. When they were back in the aisles of the store, however, he dropped his ditch blade and retrieved his pistol. He didn’t get a look like Brandon did, but he knew that rotters didn’t ride motorcycles or cars or whatever that engine sound was coming from. That meant people. And if these people were bad, he wasn’t going to mess around with a melee weapon. He shook his head at the thought. No, he thought. If they’re bad, I’ll shoot them. I’ve done it before. He huddled behind Brandon, tense but not scared – not after everything they went through back in the city. He stayed quiet and waited to follow Brandon's lead. |
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| Strompy | Dec 13 2015, 11:45 PM Post #3535 |
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"Maybe they've got a new mommy? Doesn't matter really, people are a threat anyway. Better stay on our toes from here on." Emily said. ... "Let's go out the back." Brandon whispered. The three of them kept low and scurried to the back of the store. They had guns in that car. That was too valuable to just give up on. Not as valuable as their lives though. Those guys had shotguns while they only sported pistols. They were also outnumbered. That wasn't an issue before but they didn't really have a lot of choice in that matter before. Now he had to make the sensible decision to retreat. Anyway, they may not give the car a second look. They came to a stop at the back door and Brandon was about to ask what the hokd up was when Antonio moved aside to show him the chains on the door. Brandon pinched the bridge of his nose despite the pain that caused. He gestured for them to follow him back into the store. He could hear voices outside but couldn't make out what they were saying. It was two men from before but also another man, much younger sounding. Once they were back in position Brandon could see and hear them just fine though. There was a white guy with a square looking head, a shiny forehead and a high hairline. His dark blonde hair was kept very short. Another was a darker man, plainly older but in good shape. He looked to be native, with sharp features and a severe look about him. The third was a younger guy, hardly more than eighteen by Brandon's guess. He also looked native but had softer features than the othr guy. They were looking around outside. "What do you make of it?" the white guy asked. "These are fresh kills. The blood is still pooling." the older man observed. "Dad, this engine's still warm." the young guy informed with a note of anxiety. "Shit, get behind cover." the white guy whispered almost like a shout. The three scrambled for cover behind their bikes and the car. Their guns were pointed at the store but not at Brandon. They didn't know for sure they were inside but they'd found enough clues to get a picture. Brandon rubbed his face and bit his lip as he went over the scebario in his head. Their major advantage was their defensive position, but they were still only sporting their sidearms. Brandon was regretting the lack of firepower now. "Alex, take you mother and sister and go, we'll be right behind you." the white guy said. Mom and sister. They weren't Leonora's people. They were just other scavengers. Brandon didn't know why that made him feel better, they were still just as dangerous. It did mean they could get out of this without bloodshed though. "Jon. Sherri isn't here!" a woman's voice called out. Brandon turned tothe others to give them a direction but his words caught in his throat. At the end of the shirt aisle was a native girl of about fourteen or fifteen, staring at them with her mouth agape and eyes wide, pointing a shotgun at them with shaking hands. Brandon stared back his mouth similarly hanging open. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Dec 14 2015, 12:24 AM Post #3536 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Connor stayed perfectly quiet as he listened to the outsiders talk. When Brandon turned, Connor looked up at him. He frowned when he saw Brandon’s mouth agape, and followed his gaze. When he saw the young girl – she had to be close to his age – his heart jumped in his chest. He drew his gun, not as quickly as he would have liked, and pointed it to her. He didn’t have time to consider whether that was the right move or the wrong move, he just did it. He didn’t fire, though. He wanted to, but he didn’t. His finger even started to squeeze, but he made it go still just as it touched the metallic trigger. He remembered how Brandon shot first back at the train, and how that ended up for Andy. Now he was scared. He wanted to say something – something like ‘Don’t!’ – but his breath caught in his throat. * * * “Yeah,” Annie agreed, as she stared warily into the distance the bike and car had disappeared into. “Except… isn’t that the direction Brandon and Connor went?” |
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| Strompy | Dec 14 2015, 02:15 AM Post #3537 |
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Emily hadn't made that connection herself. She was a little too relieved to consider where they were going. If the guys were still out there... "Kellys, I need to borrow your car." she announced as she walked over towards it. ... Brandon's heart leapt into his throat as Connor drew on the girl. She visibly gripped her gun tighter. She was scared. Connor looked collected but he was breathing heavily. He was ready to shoot. Brandon felt a chill go up his spine as he saw Connor lying dead in front of him in his mind. Slowly he reached out and placed a hand over Connor's gun. He raised his own into the air and let it dangle from his finger before gently placing it on the ground. "Sherri, right? I'm Brandon, and this is Connor and Antonio. We're putting our guns down. We don't want to hurt you." Brandon assured her and gestured for Connor and Antonio to do as he did. "Nobody wants to fire the first shot. Believe me." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Dec 14 2015, 04:02 AM Post #3538 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank frowned when Emily approached the car, not long after he and his family had started to emerge from cover. It wasn’t that he was unhappy to see her personally, but he had a strong feeling that Riley would be. Since getting off that train, she hadn’t been happy to see much of anyone besides her family. “What’s wrong with yours?” she asked, meeting his expectations. * * * Connor’s heavy breathing continued – and his gaze remained locked on the girl, Sherri – even as he abided by Brandon’s order. He didn’t agree with it, as losing the weapon just made him more tense, but he did it anyway without complaint. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Dec 14 2015, 05:32 AM Post #3539 |
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After she was certain that the cars had passed, which was around the time Emily took off to talk to the Kelly family for some reason, Willow rolled out from the underside of the car. With no small degree of difficulty, she pushed herself back onto her own two feet. But she didn't really feel like hobbling over to where Annie and the others were to ask any questions. So instead she just opened her door back up and plopped herself down in the passenger seat again. Sparing a few cautious glances in all directions as she did so. "How you holding up, big guy?" She casually asked Emmett. He probably couldn't even hear her. He might be unconscious. Yet she went ahead and asked anyway. * * * * * It was hard not to take note of her scared expression and shaking hands. Even a novice could tell that this young woman was not a killer -- nor did she want to be. Brandon made the right call in asking them to drop their weapons and Antonio was more than willing to oblige in that command. He lowered his shotgun to the ground and made sure this woman, more than likely the Sherri that the others spoke of, could see him remove his hands from it. The moderator and peacekeeper in him wanted to help Brandon talk her down. But with as scared as she was, having everyone talk at once might do more harm than good. So he kept his mouth shut and waited to see how Brandon would handle the situation. |
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| Strompy | Dec 14 2015, 05:15 PM Post #3540 |
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"Emmett shouldn't be moved and I can't take him with me since there might be violence." Emily answered. She looked to Hank and held out a hand for the keys with an imploring expression. ... "Sherri?" the white guy called out. "Daddy! Th-there are three peple in here!" Sherri called back. "Are you alright?" he asked, fear in his voice. "Yes. They put their guns down. I... I don't know what to do." she answered. "It's okay, sweetheart. I'm coming in, okay? Just stay calm." her father assured her. Brandon heard some murmuring outside, it sounded vaguely angry. Very slow and with his hands raised he got to his feet with a groan, and gestured for the others to follow suit. He heard movement and turned to see the white guy pointing a shotgun at them now. Brandon assumed this was Jon. "Come on, sweety." he said to the girl and she moved over to the next aisle over and ran to rejoin her dad. "Go outside and get in the car." he said and she rushed to obey. "Okay. Kick those away, then we'll go outside." he told them. Brandon nodded to the others and then kicked his pistol and Connor's a few feet away. He gave Connor a smile that said don't worry, and complied befire walking outside. Jon stepped back and kept his gun raised as Brandon and the others passed. Outside the store Brandon could see the woman that belonged to the voice he heard before. She was the mother of the two teens, no doubt about it. The older guy regarded them with a sort of disdain written all over his face. The man had a cruel look about him. "Alex, you and your uncle do a sweep of that place, make sure there isn't anyone waiting to jump us." Jon said and the young man jumped to follow his instruction with his uncle following behind slowly, continuing to stare at the three of them. "You alone?" he asked. Seemed like a pointless question since they were checking the store anyway. "Yeah." Brandon confirmed. A few moments later the other two men emerged from the store and shook their heads. Brandon noticed the young guy, Alex, was carrying the bags they just filled. "That's our stuff." Brandon informed him. "Just because you bagged it doesn't make it yours." he replied. "Put it back, Alex." Jon said firmly. "But we could really use this stuff..." Alex asserted. "Did you hear me say please?" Jon asked. "No." "Then why do you think that was a request?" he asked in a firmer tone still. Alex sighed and turned to take the bags back in when the older man intercepted him and took the bags from him. "I'm not raising my children to be thieves, Donnie." Jon warned the man. "You won't raise them to be anything if they starve first." Donnie retorted. "We're not starving." Jon insisted. "Not thriving either. Do we really have time to debate this?" Donnie asked as he opened one of the storage compartments on his bike and began loading their food in. "Don't do that." Brandon warned him. "Don't take your food?" Donnie asked, angling for an argument maybe. "Don't hurt us." Brandon clarified. "We haven't touched you." Donnie said incredulously. "You're stealing from us, so you're hurting us. I'll hurt you back, Donnie." Brandon promised. Maybe it was the threat. Maybe it was the fact Brandon used his name specifically. Whatever it was Donnie didn't approved and made ig known by walking over and striking Brandon in the gut, right on his older bullet wound. Brandon doubled over but didn't cry out. He let out a choked breath as he struggled maintain his dignity after the agonizing blow. |
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