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| DoctorYerishi | Jan 29 2016, 11:23 PM Post #3661 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Just like when they first returned, Annie heard the others before she saw them. She joined the scrum near the tail end of Brandon and Emily’s conversation. When Brandon was done talking, she gave him a solemn nod. “Fair enough,” she said. “Like I said, I’m willing to help – but I’d rather not walk into another hornet’s nest.” Another being the key word. She wasn’t likely to soon forget taking Gregory at his word and going to the train station willingly. “As for the Twin Falls people… I’m glad to hear you say that,” she added. She looked to Connor. He was frowning petulantly, obviously not so glad. “Connor?” she prompted him. “Yeah, I get it,” he said. “’Be cool.’” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jan 30 2016, 05:06 AM Post #3662 |
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Is that so?
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"We need the supplies." Antonio was quick to agree with Brandon. Frankly, he was just glad to be having a team meeting that didn't involve everyone going in guns blazing. He was glad they were discussing cooperation, despite the inherent risks. Risks that they were taking into consideration and proactively seeking to minimize. It was an approach he was far more willing to support. "Though I'm concerned about our lack of manpower. Obviously I will volunteer. And I will kill forty-four of those monsters alone if need be to keep us all fed." "Then let me go too." Willow chipped in from the doorway -- she had only just entered this meeting from the other room where she was keeping watch. The young woman was walking with a more noticeable limp than Antonio had seen her with before. Despite the notable improvement in her condition over the past 24 hours, she still looked exhausted and injured. Though he was starting to see why she and Brandon got along as well as they did. They were both too stubborn to know when to stop. "Absolutely not. We know you are both badasses, but you and Brandon have been pushing yourselves far too hard. You both need rest." He let his lips curl into a rueful smile. "The rest of us are pretty capable too." |
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| Strompy | Jan 30 2016, 07:41 PM Post #3663 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon took Willow’s hand and gave her a sympathetic smile. He’d been sidelined and would continue to be for the foreseeable future, so he understood for her frustrations. She’d had to put up with it even longer than he had. To look at it another way, they had earned a rest. “Annie still needs to stay here with Emmett. So that leaves, Antonio, Emily, and Connor. There’s also Hank but…” Brandon started but a scoff from Emily pretty well summarized what he felt the chances of that were. “But I’ll have to ask him.” he concluded anyway. “Maybe somebody else should handle that.” Emily suggested, looking over toward Antonio. Brandon simply nodded his head solemnly. If he were to ask Hank it would only make it less likely he’d agree to help them. He wasn’t one of his favourite people after all. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jan 31 2016, 04:09 PM Post #3664 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie followed Emily’s gaze to Antonio. She nodded in agreement. “Emily’s right,” she said. “If he’s going to be amenable to anyone, it’s probably you.” And he’ll probably be even more amenable when he realizes Brandon’s not coming along, she thought. She’d sensed the tension between them. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jan 31 2016, 09:41 PM Post #3665 |
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Is that so?
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Antonio peered back at the eyes that were gazing in his direction. He slowly nodded his head in solemn agreement. While he did not wish to disturb Hank and his family as they were mourning the loss of one of their own, the world wasn't stopping for them. The more help they had, the better off they would be. "Excuse me for a moment." He dismissed himself from the group meeting temporarily. The voices of the others dissipated as the priest made the short walk to the room that Hank and his family had holed themselves in. He stood before the door and took a moment to compose himself properly. Then he knocked. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jan 31 2016, 11:23 PM Post #3666 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Father,” Hank greeted Antonio after answering the door. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jan 31 2016, 11:44 PM Post #3667 |
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Is that so?
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Thankfully, Hank answered the door fairly quickly. The man still looked as sullen as he the last time Antonio had seen him -- though he could barely be faulted for that. Antonio felt like the look he was getting was two steps short of a giant neon sign that said 'just leave us alone for a while', but he wasn't sure if he was just imagining that or not. "I'm sorry to bother you and your family." Antonio started off with a brief apology. "I'll make this quick. Saxon's group will trade us food for rotter heads. A few of us are going out to help their group hunt for rotters here soon. I figured we should keep you informed and leave the door open if any of you wanted to help with the effort." Antonio paused for a moment and let the idea rest in the air. Hank gave no immediate response. "I know it is a lot to ask of right now. And your family will have their share of food regardless of your decision. I guarantee that." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jan 31 2016, 11:53 PM Post #3668 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank let out a long sigh at the request. He stood in the doorway for about half a minute as he thought it over. He didn’t want to leave his family, and he didn’t think they wanted that either. But if they were going to partake in the reward, he figured at least one of them had to put in the work. He knew he wouldn’t feel right about it otherwise. I guess it’s too much to ask for to be left alone, he thought. “Thank you,” he said. “But I’ll help. It’s only right. Just… give me a minute, okay? I’ll meet you outside.” He started to close the door, but stopped halfway through the motion. He stepped outside again before Antonio could turn all the way around. “Who else is coming?” he asked. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jan 31 2016, 11:57 PM Post #3669 |
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Is that so?
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"Truthfully, Emily and I are the only ones in any real condition to go. Though Connor wants to help as well." Antonio said the second sentence with a pensive expression on his face. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 1 2016, 12:00 AM Post #3670 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank nodded. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll be right out.” He closed the door for real that time, and started thinking about how to broach the subject with Riley. |
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| Strompy | Feb 4 2016, 04:00 AM Post #3671 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon fidgeted as they waited for Saxon’s people to arrive. He still had a couple scabs here and there that he couldn’t resist the urge to pick at. He was picking himself apart inside as well. It was impossible not to dwell on their situation. Was this really the only option that worked? Was it just mental fatigue that stopped him from seeing another way out? This wasn’t any kind of plan, he was just accepting another man’s terms and hoping for the best. Did Eli ever second guess himself like this? What about Randall? Cory didn’t seem like the kind of person to doubt himself, maybe it was more than fear he had going for him as a leader. Now he was thinking of Cory as a person and a leader. He was really losing it. What was their contingency plan if this wasn’t all on the level? He talked big before about hurting them back if it came to it. History had shown every time they had a conflict they always made the other party pay worse than they did. Back in Ontario they must have killed half a dozen people at least, but they lost Mac. When Hirsch attacked them they wiped him and crew out, but Willow almost died. When they were attacked in Flint they lost Glenda, and they lost Jen taking on Cory. Now he could add Nolan and Andy to that list. Emmett was in seriously bad shape now too, was he going to be their next loss to all this unnecessary bullshit? They took to it all so easily. Killing people, and losing them. Something about the rotters just seemed to drive everyone crazy at the same time and killing had suddenly become totally okay. The first time he killed somebody he barely blinked. Everyone after that was even easier with the exception of Wendy and her people. Why did it matter if they were on their knees or their feet? Dead was dead. Was it his sense of fair play? Listening to his conscience was going to kill him, or drive him insane, and he knew he’d have an easier time if he just stopped. It was no wonder to Brandon now why Eli didn’t seem to be sleeping. Something about having people looking to him had a way of putting everything he did, had done, or didn’t do under a microscope in his head. Questions he’d already decided to stop asking were coming back to him. He chuckled bitterly as he wondered if it would ever stop thinking this way now he’d started. He was practically relieved when a pickup pulled up outside. Inside were two white guys, one had a bit of meat on him and the other was the most remarkably unremarkable man he’d ever seen. He reminded him of a pug, or Chihuahua or some other similarly unthreatening kind of small dog. The heavier of the two got out first, he had a shotgun but it remained slung over his shoulder and his hands rested at his sides with his thumbs in the pockets of his dark blue jumpsuit. Mr Average was wearing a simple pair of slacks and a t-shirt which he tucked in, the way his hand went to his collar and fiddled with it looked like a nervous tick to him like he was trying to fidget with a non-existent tie. Of course Brandon couldn’t blame him for being nervous as he was pointing his carbine at them. “You can stay there. Thanks. What’s your business?” he spoke loudly. “We’re here to pick up whoever you’re volunteering for disposal duty.” Jumpsuit answered. “They’ll be out in a moment.” Brandon told them, unremorseful about their discomfort as he’d been on the receiving end of the same only a little while ago. “Babe, can you tell the others their here to pick them up?” he asked Willow who was standing just behind him watching the newcomers too. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 4 2016, 11:48 AM Post #3672 |
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Is that so?
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"Right." Walking still didn't feel quite right. To Willow, now being off the drugs that had kept her ticking, readjusting to life without them was rough. The horror stories of people who got addicted to prescription painkillers actually didn't do the withdrawal process any justice. Thankfully, the worst was over -- her mind was still cloudy and her body still ached, but it was better than it had been. It was almost a relief to feel pain that wasn't related drugs. And frankly, even the pain in her back and her leg wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. Though it was still constricted, as evident in her gimped walk back to tell the others. "They're here." She announced to everyone. "That didn't take long." Antonio sighed. The priest was sitting down with his cutlass and shotgun both at his side, evidently sparing no expense for this trip. Made sense. They had to collect 40-something heads and Willow was not the only one useless to harvest her share. The old Willow from Mount Kisco would have been okay with that. But now, she was just mad at herself. "I know you guys don't really need me of all people to go saying this, but... be safe out there, alright?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 5 2016, 01:49 AM Post #3673 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“I promised Riley I would,” Hank said, just as he appeared in the foyer. His sister hadn’t taken the news that he was going out with strangers again well, especially so soon after Salt Lake City. She could have taken it worse, however, or at least he comforted himself a little with that thought. When presented with the reality of the situation – that the kids needed food, and there was no other way to get it, she had no choice but to cut him just the littlest bit of slack. “And honey…” Annie was the one to speak next, as she leaned over to be at eye level with her son. “I promise,” Connor said. “Same as before. If there’s too much trouble, I’ll run.” Annie gave him a nod of acceptance. “Come back to me,” she said simply. Hank wondered if he would be so level-headed if he was in her position, and it was Ruby going out there. Probably not. Then again, he had personally witnessed Connor handling himself with a gun. If he knew Ruby had that competence, he might be more inclined. It was enough to make him think back to Brandon’s advice about training the kids. He shrugged off the thought. There would be time to have that argument with Riley later. For now, he had a job to do. He led the way outside, and took in the sight of the pickup and the two strangers through cautious eyes. “Hello,” he greeted them hesitantly. “I’m Hank.” |
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| Strompy | Feb 8 2016, 04:20 AM Post #3674 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Afternoon, Hank, I'm Hunter and this is Dwight." the larger man introduced himself and his companion. "We were informed you have a doctor with you. If it suits you we could take with us now and drop them off at the casino." Dwight spoke up. "That doesn't suit us. The doctor isn't making a house call, you come to us. No weapons, one at a time or two at a time in the case of a child with a parent." Brandon answered him from the window. "I'll have to ask Mr. King..." Dwight said uncertainly. "There's nothing to ask. That's how it is. You can tell him that." Brandon reaffirmed. ... "Before we get started we need to take a small detour to take care of something on the other side of town. It shouldn't be dangerous and it'll only take a moment." Hunter explained. "Fine by me." Emily responded. She had a gun with her, if anything went down it was going down her way. The pickup rolled through town fairly slowly, avoiding making more noise than necessary. They got back onto the interstate and drove on calmly. Any creeps they saw were too far away and spread out to be a threat, and they were quickly left behind. Dwight kept looking over his shoulder at them and Emily kept looking back at him whenever he did. Seemed everyone had enough respect to be wary of each other. She was strangely comfortable in her unease, it meant she'd never be taken unawares again. They soon arrived at their destination, a sign that marked exit 301 high above the road which informed them they were approaching downtown. The sign was worth noting because in bold red paint it also read "Alive in Salt Lake City". To the side of the sign was another message. A writhing creep was hanging by its neck, and pinned to its shirt was another sign which read "Thief". |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 8 2016, 10:34 PM Post #3675 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank endured the ride in the pick-up truck in a state of unease and discomfort. The idea of a detour didn’t help his nerves any, and as they made their way towards it he kept stealing wary glances at Hunter and Dwight. He reminded himself that it didn’t matter that they didn’t seem hostile. After Lowell, Noah, Alma and the New Dawn, he knew that it didn’t matter what people seemed like. When the truck came to a stop, Hank looked up and winced at the highway sign and the blatant reminder of what went down there. He winced again at the lynched rotter. “Is that, uh, your handiwork?” he asked either or both of his new companions. |
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