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Dead Men Walking
Topic Started: Nov 28 2014, 02:20 AM (70,831 Views)
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"Kevin. Not our proudest moment." Hunter admitted, looking up at the creep as it squirmed.

"All evidence to the contrary." Emily commented acerbicly.

"He's up there so we never have to do that again." Dwight countered defensively.

"Hm." she replied noncommittally.

She studied the creep. She doubted whatever task they had here was so pressing they had to be brought along. They were brought out here to see exactly this. She saw through that, but she saw even more than that. Sh shook her head with a smile.

"So what are out here for?" she asked.

"Excuse me." Hunter said as he came and reached into the back.

He took an extendable paint roller, a can of paint and a tray they were sharing the space with. Dwight came from the other side and retrieved a folding ladder.

"Please make sure we aren't interrupted." Dwight asked as he began setting the ladder up.

The others piled out and kept watch while Hunter and Dwight got to work. They only had to dispatch two of them as any others in sight were too far away to notice them, or reach them before they were finished. When it was all done their warning remained, but was now joined with an altered message; "AVOID Salt Lake City".
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For a moment, Antonio almost regretted calling out those guys back at the casino as thieves. Yet unlike before where his conscience haunted him about it, he got over the feeling fairly quickly while Hunter and Dwight were painting. He found himself wanting them to be punished. That was more disturbing to him than anything else. But there wasn't much time to dwell on it. There was work that needed to be done.

Well, kind of. Despite its necessity, the chore was a bit of a bore. Not that boring was bad, it was definitely better than the alternative. Yet the priest was relieved when the two of them finally finished.

"I like that sign a lot better this way." Antonio stated as Hunter and Dwight rejoined them. "Hopefully it will save some lives."
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“Hopefully,” Hank agreed.

He couldn’t help that the words came out almost hollow. No amount of painting could bring back Andy, or erase what happened to the rest of his family.
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"If it saves even one person I'll be glad." Dwight declared as he folded the ladder up again and placed it in the back.

"Let's meet up with the others, they should be getting things underway now." Hunter added as he looked at his watch.

...

The ride back into town was similarly eventless. It gave everyone another oportunity to appreciate how tidy the place was, at least comparatively. Creeps were sporadic, all the houses had their doors open, signifying they'd been searched already. As they drove a faint noise began growing louder. It turned out to be music. In the relative quiet it could be heard for a few blocks.

The pickup came to a stop to the side of the road behind an SUV.

"Okay people. We park here and go by foot the rest of the way, don't want to get any unwanted attention." hunter explained as he stepped out and began walking toward the house they pulled up in front of.

Dwight followed and gestured for the others to do the same. Emily was still chary, but that was outweighed by her desire to be done with this. She followed. They went around the back of the house where others were gathered. There was a gangly black guy and a skinny white guy with black hair chatting to each other as well as another older white guy and a kid who looked native american.

"I believe some of you have already met." Dwight said as the older white guy and the kid looked at Antonio and Connor with recognition.

"For everyone else, this is Emily, Connor, Antonio and Hank. These two are Romain and Jake. This is John and his son Alex." Hunter handled the introductions quickly.
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Antonio remembered John. He was the one that had been against stealing their supplies in the first place. He had tried to talk Donnie out of it, saying he was not raising his children to be thieves. The priest could have argued that he did not put his foot down hard enough to stop Donnie from stealing -- and a few weeks ago he might have done just that -- but their recent experiences with Eli showed him that it wasn't always that easy. He decided now that he held nothing against the man.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Antonio politely greeted them.

He didn't have much else to add beyond that.
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John nodded his head to Antonio in acknowledgement and quiet reciprocation of the civility he had extended. Alex remained guarded. From this distance the music was coming in clearly. The unmistakable melody of Push It by Salt-N-Pepa acted like a beacon for any creeps within a few blocks.

"Iris drew the short straw?" Hunter asked Romain and Jake.

"She volunteered. She gets to decide the music that way." Jake explained with a smile.

"She doesn't do any of the work that way either." Romain added.

Hunter chuckled and drew a knife from his belt. Emily rested her hand on her hip ready to go for her pistol but Hunter didn't make any threatening motions. instead he went over to a tarp laying on the ground and pulled it back to reveal three creeps lying dead on the ground. On the ground next to a barbeque were a pile of raincoats. Realisation dawned on Emily.

"Gore suits." she declared.

Hunter, Dwight, Romain and Jake all loked over at the three of them with eyebrows raised.

"Um... yeah." Dwight confirmed.

"You guys figured it out too?" Jake asked.
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“My mom did,” Connor declared.

He was still wearing the scowl that came when he was reintroduced to John – the thief and he was still directing in John’s way.
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"Huh. Usually people leave Elko with a new trick up their sleeve. Figured we couldn't have been the only ones to know about it. How your mom figure it out?" Hunter asked.

Connor was still pretty focused on John and Alex so Emily jumped in and answered before him.

"She's a doctor. She's just smart like that." she explained succinctly.

"The doctor is a woman?" Dwight asked with an odd surprise which earned him several mystified glances from his friends.

"Well," Hunter began after a small awkward pause "we found out about a week ago while we were out here. Normally we wouldn't take so many of them on and we'd just keep making noise on the other side of town. One of our guys accidently set off a car alarm this side so we were stuck with a few dozen close to home which we had to deal with before we went on our planned route. We didn't bother washing off our raincoats like we normally would so we were covered in the stuff. Wendigos stopped noticing us. Since we found that out things have gotten really efficient. " he explained at length as he began the process of camouflaging them.

"Furthermore, we have a method we've found safest." Dwight added as he went back inside the house s few steps and came back with an armful of poles with looped cords coming out of them.

"Control poles. Like animal services use." Emily remarked.

"We work in pairs. One person, typically the stronger, uses the pole to pull a wendigo away from the mob as subtly as possible then pulls it down to the ground where their partner finishes it off." Dwight continued.

"That sounds pretty slow." Emily pointed out.

"Once you find a rhythm you'd be surprised how fast the entire process is." Dwight assured her.

"Dependent of the size of the task." Hunter added with a smirk "How many?" he asked Jake and Romain.

"Haaa, a lot." Jake answered.

"Maybe a hundred." Romain clarified.

"A hundred!? We were told we'd only need to deal with twenty." John declared in alarm.

"The method is safe, the camouflage works. You have nothing to worry about. Between all of us we'll meet everyone's quota and then some in no time." Hunter promised.

John clearly wasn't sold on the idea but didn't back out either to his credit. While everyone was getting gored up the music playing a street over changed to Nightmare by Brainbug.

"Likes the oldies huh?" Emily observed.

"Hear that? Oldies. Jeez." Hunter lamented.

After a brief argument between Jake and Romain over who was catching and who was killing stemming from a disagreement over who was stronger, Dwight assigned them their roles and made a point of it being a purely arbitrary decision. Hunter motioned for everyone to follow and they made their way across a neighboring property and out onto the street again. Not to far away down the street a removal truck was parked with a middle eastern looking woman in her twenties on top attempting to moonwalk, seemingly unconcerned with the mob of creeps surrounding the truck. Romain was right, it could have been about one hundred of them by Emily's estimate.
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Connor’s scowl had softened over time but still never went away completely, even as he busied himself with smearing his raincoat with gore. The act was quickly becoming ordinary through repetition. This time, he didn’t even mind the smell so much. It seemed like forever ago that the idea of wading into rotters covered in their guts terrified him into inaction.

The sight of 100-plus rotters barely fazed him either. There were a lot more out there when his mother first came up with this trick, and a lot more in the horde that passed the ranch a few days ago.

He readied himself to do his part in the ‘method,’ as Hunter called it. He would be the one doing the finishing off, as pretty much everyone assembled was stronger than him physically.

“You know who this reminds me of, for some reason?” he said as he stared out at the surrounded truck while the Halloween-flavoured song was playing. “Jimmy.”
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Emily thought about it a moment. He was right, Jimmy seemed to know how to enjoy himself no matter the situation. Here was somebody having fun while also being helpful, sounded like Jimmy to her. Pity he didn't stick around, it'd be good to have his disposition around them, but somehow she thought everything that had happened since he left would have been a little too heavy for him. She supposed he was right to get out when he did.

The girl on the truck spotted them as they stepped out onto the street. She stopped dancing, or trying to dance more accurately. The white guy, Jake, waved to her and she waved back cheerilly. Romain looked at his friend with a mix of pity or embarassment. She spotted the others and gave them all a small wave. When she saw Emily she paused for a moment before when she saw her plainly appreciative glance.

"Okay. Just in case the process didn't translate in words, Jake and Romain are going to demonstrate for us." Hunter explained in a hushed voice.

The two stepped forward, Jake with the pole and Romain with a slim chisel in one hand and a rubber mallet in the other. They walked toward the mob of creeps calmly. Jake steadily extended the pole and delicately worked the loop around the neck of an outlying creep, tightening it steadily. With gentle force he began pulling the creep back toward the rest of the party. At about twenty yards Jake gave the creep a forceful yank back and down and it fell over. Romain moved in swiftly and put his foot on its jaw, turning its head to the side. He put the chisel up against its temple and then gave the handle a solid whack with his mallet, looking like a vampire slayer. Jake kept his eyes on the mob while he did so to see if they'd been made by any of them. The creeps were all still completely enthralled by the sound of the music and Iris's exciting movement.

"Alright big guy, you're up." Emily informed Hank as she readied her knife.
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Antonio idled as Hank was called to show his stuff.

At least this method seems safe, even if it sacrifices efficiency.

He found himself musing over their unique hunting style. The gore suits didn't bother him so much anymore -- the smell was starting to become olfactory white noise after this long -- but they still worked on the rotters like a charm. And the addition of the control poles, it actually made for a pretty impressive combination. Killing 100 of them this way would be a bit much, but the risk of anyone getting bitten or hurt was pretty low. As far as the priest was concerned, that was the most important part of any operation.
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Hank took a breath to ready himself. He kept it shallow so as not to breathe in too much of the stink. The others may have been used to waddling around in rotter filth, but he was still pretty new to the concept.

“I guess this is how I spend my afternoons now,” he muttered softly, as he marched forward with the control pole in hand.

Taking careful steps, he followed Jake’s example as best he could. His featured scrunched in concentration as he carefully got the loop around the neck of one of the dead things wandering on the outside of the mass. It took him longer than he would have liked, but eventually he was successful, and the process of inching backwards began.

“Ready?” he asked Emily when he made it about the same distance Jake had.

It turned out the question was rhetorical. He grunted and jerked the pole back, knocking the rotter over for Emily to finish.
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These people's method seemed overly complicated to Emily. Maybe it was just that she had more faith in gore suits and her own abilities than they did. She remembered Eli, Antonio and Brandon had managed to slaughter their way through an entire department store by themselves by being completely invisible. And they'd been totally concealed from creeps when they set up that ambush for the New Dawn. Maybe she had too much faith in it. What was the harm in being careful anyway?

Once the creep hit the pavement with a soft thump she put a booted heel against its head to expose its temple and pushed her machete into its skull with a muffled crunch. She gave the machete a quick flick once she pulled it out and looked up to see the others going in to wranlge their own. Dwight and Hunter already had another and were just bringing it back. John had gone ahead and was wrangling one while his son Alex stood back with a slightly anxious look on his face, gripping a comically excessively mean looking knife tensely in his right hand.

As John was working the creep back however it took a step back instead of resisting. John wasn't prepared for the sudden lack of resistance and tripped over himself falling on his back side. He still managed to keep his grip on the pole though and sat with the creep still well out of arms reach.

"Dad!" Alex called out in surprise.

Dwight was next to him as he did and and quickly clapped a hand over the boy's mouth as everyone's eyes shot in his his direction. Everyone froze in place.

"They can't smell you. They're not deaf!" Dwight whispered harshly in his ear.

John sat motionless on the ground, Hunter and the others stopped in their tracks and kept their eyes on the mob of creeps. A few had noticed the noise and turned their heads to investigate. For a good few seconds they waited as slowly Iris and her music regained their attention. One of them however wasn't won over and began to take a few steps toward the group. Iris bent down and brought up a revolver that made her look even smaller than she already did. She gripped it with both hands squinted as she lined up the shot before blowing a sizable hole in the wayward creep's head. Dwight lowered his hand and picked his weapon back up off the ground before turning it on the creep Hunter had brought back.

"That shot is going to draw a little more attention, it'll be a while before company arrives though. Let's step it up." Hunter informed the others quietly.
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Connor winced a couple times – first when Alex called out for his father, then when the gunshot came out. When it came to Alex, he knew he probably should have felt sympathy. A couple weeks ago, he would have been just as scared and nervous as Alex was. After surviving gauntlets like Green River and Salt Lake City, however, that fear had been burned away. It also helped that he had spent so much time alongside badasses like Brandon and Eli, and had been accepted as one of them. That had done a lot for his confidence as well.

Alex didn’t have the same experience, so some patience and understanding might have been fair. Connor knew that, but didn’t care. He still gave him a withering look of annoyance. He was still a member of the family that robbed them, and he still messed up. If he had been just a little louder, he could have gotten someone killed.

When he was sure Alex had taken note of his disapproval, Connor turned and looked up at Antonio, who would be doing the wrangling for him.

“You ready?” he asked.
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Antonio didn't answer the boy. At least he didn't verbally. He had never used one of these devices before -- and he doubted many of the others here had either -- but he copied everyone else to the best of his ability. At Connor's mark, Antonio had taken his first steps toward the group of rotters surrounding the van. From the crowd, he picked out a rotter from behind; a burly man of average height wearing a tattered and bloodstained business suit.

As it so happened, they were pretty foolproof so long as you could get the loop around your target's neck. The rotter was barely able to fight back as Antonio pulled it away from the group, still groaning and gnashing its yellowed teeth all the while.

Not too different from walking a dog. Antonio mused to himself. Better behaved than a lot of dogs though.

When he was far enough out, he gave the pole a strong pull and the rotter tumbled helplessly to the ground.
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