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| Strompy | Apr 21 2017, 02:03 AM Post #3886 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"We'll be ready to recieve you." Saxon responded in a tone that conveyed as much warning as invitation. Brandon considered Antonio's plan. His first instinct was that it was unwise to go without backup, but that was quickly overruled when he reminded himself that he himself had no backup plan yet, that it was Antonio's instincts they needed and that he'd also alteady admitted the simple appearance of submission wasn't adequate. That was even before he considered the omplications of getting backup into a useful position without them being spotted now that they were on high alert, and of course who would do it. It'd be Emily if she weren't being held prisoner, Emmett was still too banged up, so was Brandon admittedly he shouldn't even be making a food run, and with Willow off her pain meds it'd be better for her to stay put too. Brandon nodded to Antonio in support and turned toward the bathroom. He knocked on the door out of an odd sense of courtesy before opening it carefully. One of them, the older of the two, was already awake sitting on the toilet like a chair probably trying to hear the conversation outside. The other was leaned up against the wall groggly waking up. They probably struggled to sleep a wink that night. "You're almost free to go. I'm going to blindfold you and your hands stay tied for a little longer since I don't want you to know where we are and I still have to worry about our safety. But you'e going back to the casino now, you can thank Antonio." he explained holding two blindfolds he'd converted from a pillow case. ... Saxon placed the radio down. This changed things. If Antonio was telling the truth it could mean a way out this for two of his people at least. There was still the anger over Mitch, but with Tony and Roy back that was at least some of the damage repaired. He'd no longer have to worry about navigating a hostage exchange on top of the morale dilema he was facing. It would mean he could at least release Annie without any controversy. Emily was a different matter, he didn't believe she had done it but the absense of any other other suspects and everyone accounted for presented him with a disturbing possibility that it was somebody still in the casino. If he were to release Emily it could mean an even greater morale crisis, anger over that percieved injustice and/or suspicion within the community and after this cancer killed him would they stay strong, would they even have faith in him? If he let Emily pay for it he'd potentially be punishing an innocent while allowing the guilty to possibly kill again and risk reprisal. If he did though it could mean his people stayed united, possibly in ignorance, but united and strong. It was giving him a headache. "I want three guns across the street. Rifles on the roof and sentries hidden at every street corner in a one block radius. Relay that to Dwight." Saxon ordered and Jake rushed to comply. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 27 2017, 05:22 PM Post #3887 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Emmett sat on a nearby couch, his hands on his knees and his head bent, facing the ground. He listened carefully to Brandon and Antonio’s conversation, and then Antonio’s call. If he had anything to say, he would have spoken up, but he truthfully had nothing to contribute. He wanted to offer to go in Antonio’s place, but he couldn’t escape the fact that his body still wasn’t up for it. He needed more time to recover, and there was no time to spare. He didn’t want to let Antonio leave without saying anything, though, so he mustered up something obvious. He was pretty sure he knew the answer he was going to get it, but he posed the question anyway, just so that Antonio would know he cared. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, looking up. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 2 2017, 06:00 PM Post #3888 |
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Is that so?
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"I'm ready." Antonio replied solemnly to Emmett. He knew full well the risk that he was taking here. Death was a real possibility. But death was always a possibility now. If he was destined to die this day, then he at least wanted to die doing something meaningful and clinging to the ideals that had kept him afloat for the past few decades. "If things go south, I will be the only one that pays the price for it. If that happens... then everything I am choosing to believe in right now is wrong anyway, and I am oddly at peace with that. But it will be up to the rest of you to resolve this in your own way." |
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| Strompy | Jun 3 2017, 10:54 PM Post #3889 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"This is south-west lookout, we've got a car inbound on Idaho Street." Jake reported over the radio. "Man we know it's you, we recognize your voice, you don't have to tell us every time." Romain answered. "What if somebody forgot who was where, I'm just being professional." Jake replied. "Shut up, both of you. Take something seriously for once in your lives." Dwight chastised them both. He looked around at the shooters on the roof; a handful of little house keepers that hadn't even picked up a rifle before a few weeks ago. Dwight had taught them what he could about shooting with what little ammo and time they could spare, but they proved to be decent shots, with the exception of Ros who clearly had experience and came with her own gun in a camper van a few months before the outbreak. She wasn't her normal jovial self today, he guessed Mitch's death had her down, they seemed to get along. Everyone was wired, even Sagun was tensely chewing the hell out of one of her signature cigar. Dwight felt a little bit of pride looking around at all their focused expressions. They were tough as nails. A few moments later just as Jake had said a car approached the casino along Idaho street. Through his binoculars he could see Antonio behind the wheel. He scanned the surrounding area looking for anything out of the ordinary like an open window but saw nothing. They said they were coming in peace, but nobody was about to let their guard down. ... The north side of town was relatively untouched and it was pretty obvious to Brandon why. There wasn't much too it. They'd prioritized the south side because it had more locations to check. They'd only been on foot so they hadn't seen it all but what they had seen wasn't promising. There were a bunch of stores close to the highway, a supermarket and Walmart but he didn't hold out much hope for finding much there. It was possible however that they'd prioritized their scavenging too, with such easy access to these big suppliers there might be some less appealing items they'd ignored for now. Or they might have left them relatively untouched because they had more supplies than they had room to store, opting to leave them where they were within easy reach rather than go through the process of cataloging and hauling all those goods before they absolutely needed to. Since Brandon only had to feed a handful of people he was optimistic they could still manage to find enough. The windows and doors of the Walmart were busted in, probably in the initial frenzy for food and supplies. He could see a few rotters milling around in the gloom. He checked the suppressed HK, it was fully loaded and had a round chambered. He handed it over to Connor so he could defend himself if needed without drawing too much attention to himself. If they ran into trouble the couldn't handle quietly Brandon had an assault rifle though he only had the one magazine, a big chunk of their dwindling ammunition. For everything else he had his ditch blade and a knife. He nodded to Connor and the two headed inside. The rotters were docile enough with their camouflage shielding them from their casual inspections. "You head to the right and look for anything edible, I mean anything. I'm going to find us some tarps and any tools we could use on the road. If you get into trouble don't take any chances, use that pistol, don't get within arms reach of these things." Brandon whispered to Connor. It seemed a little strange to worry about him at this point, Connor was quickly out growing the need for direction. If anything happened to Connor on his watch though Annie might literally kill him and she'd be right to. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jun 5 2017, 06:14 PM Post #3890 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Connor accepted the HK, and absorbed Brandon’s orders with a silent nod. He would have felt better Brandon trusting him like this if his mom weren’t in trouble at this very moment. He wasn’t hiding his displeasure about it, exactly, but he was making an effort to keep his pouting to a minimum. He adjusted his gore-covered blanket, which he was wearing like a poncho, and headed right, like Brandon instructed. Anything edible, he reminded himself. He soon passed a checkout aisle with a shelf that hadn’t been completely cleared. Does gum count? He shrugged and took it anyway. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jun 5 2017, 10:23 PM Post #3891 |
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Is that so?
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Willow groaned slightly as consciousness slowly returned to her. She could see light pouring in between the blinds on the window; she had already slept in. She spat out a tuft of pink hair that had found its way into her mouth while she slept, and then slowly and painfully, pushed herself to a sitting position. "Yup. Still feel like ass." She rubbed her tired eyes. Still, she felt a little better than she had the day before. The past few days had been something else. Between the pain, the mourning, and maybe a little too much alcohol, the past few days had blurred together. But the haze had lifted a little. She was sore, but she felt a little more clear. It was then she realized that the bed was empty. Brandon was gone. And the place was quiet. Real quiet. Like, the she-couldn't-even-hear-people-talking kind of quiet. What the hell had she missed? Willow slung her feet over the side of the bed and pushed herself to her feet. She cringed as she put weight on her injured leg, but she was able to stand. She was still wearing her jeans, but nothing above the belt. Since she figured walking around topless with young boy around would be in poor taste, she elected to wrestle herself into a yellow sports bra she found before stepping outside the makeshift bedroom. "Hey, where is everyone?" She asked somewhat quietly as she started to wander around. Once walking becomes easier... She told herself mentally. I'm going to get in shape. It's my New Year's Resolution this year. She wasn't sure why that thought entered her head. But it did give her a smirk Who would have thought it would take the end of the world for me to care about my physical fitness? * * * * * Antonio brought the vehicle to a halt in the parking lot. He was oddly calm. He knew he was surrounded by Saxon's men. He knew their guns were trained on him. He knew one itchy trigger finger could spell his death. Yet he didn't mind it. For the first time in days, since he had started questioning his faith, he felt like he was doing something good. He felt like he was doing something right. The doubt in his mind was gone and it was replaced with a sense of serenity. The serenity that a man can only get when he places his faith in a being higher than himself. If it was God's will that he die here, then Antonio could join his creator in heaven and be free from this plague. Until then. He told himself. I mustn't lose faith. I must abolish those negative thoughts and place my faith in He who has always looked out for me. As long as I perform His will, he will protect me. "I'm sure you already know this, but I have arrived." Antonio spoke into the two-way radio. "With your permission, I would like to release your men." |
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| Strompy | Jun 9 2017, 11:24 AM Post #3892 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Alright. I don't need to tell you where to keep your hands." Dwight answered Antonio, the only crack in his inscrutably deadpan manner was a slight nervous twitching of his pinky as he rested his hand on his hip. ... The ditch blade came down and bisected the rotter's head with a familiar wet thunk. Brandon leveraged the blade back out of its head as it lay on the floor and turned his attention back to the job at hand. If they were going to stay here for the next few days they'd have to be as self reliant as possible. With a few tarps they collect some water in the morning, from what little moisture there was in the Nevada air that is. There was the river, but the less they had to move around and expose themselves the better if they ended up on seriously bad terms with Saxon's people. Tarps were helpful things to have anyway. Brandon took a few and put them under his arm. He picked up some synthetic cords and some metal pegs too for if they ever had to rough it out of doors. And then he saw Alex. He was standing with a shotgun pointed at him and a peculiar expression on his face. Brandon heard Donnie before he saw him. He'd moved around behind him and felt the cold barrel of a pistol against the back of his head. Brandon turned his head slowly to look at him. With his eyes Donnie gestured for Brandon to lower the ditch blade and he complied carefully. Knowing what the next order would be he lifted his hands above his head and reached slowly for his carbine, holding it out to his side by the barrel for Donnie to take. Donnie gestured with the pistol toward the staff area and Brandon, having no real choice in the matter, followed the order. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jun 9 2017, 02:27 PM Post #3893 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Heh, Connor thought, as he flipped over a fallen book display near the snack aisle and revealed the treasures hidden underneath. There was a bag of Rice Krispy’s Treats, and it looked unopened. A box of fruit snacks too. And graham crackers, pretzel twists, and a package that advertised 24 bags of Extra Butter Microwave Popcorn. They didn’t have a microwave, sure, but maybe Brandon could figure something out. Connor really missed popcorn. He quickly gathered it all up, and then went looking for Brandon to tell him the good news. He looked at the signs hanging above the aisles for a section marked ‘camping’. “Brandon,” he said, his voice on the loud side of a whisper, since he didn’t know how many rotters were in the store. "I found something.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jun 11 2017, 12:33 AM Post #3894 |
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Is that so?
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Slowly, Antonio popped open the driver's door and stepped out into the open. Do or die. He reminded himself. Literally. He kept his hands out in the open, where everyone could plainly see. Though even if he had reached for a weapon, it wouldn't have been a very long last stand on his part. Not with all the armed people trained on him. Though his odd sense of calm continued as he opened the door and helped the first man out of the car. His hands were bound and he was blindfolded; just a precaution in the event that they got scared and tried to attack him. He helped the man to his feet, then reached back into the car and helped guide the other blindfolded man out. He never called them by name, as he admittedly did not know who was who and preferred not to guess. When they were both out in the open, he removed their simple cloth bindings and blindfolds. "You are both free to go." He assured them. "As promised." |
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| Strompy | Jun 11 2017, 04:54 PM Post #3895 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Tony was the first one to step out of the car. Roy always needed somebody else to lead the way in a tense situation, even if it was the way home. He gave Antonio an appreciative nod. From what he gathered he owed his release to him. He and Roy walked the distance between the car and the casino with an odd apprehension, it'd be suicide for Antonio to try anything and there would be absolutely no point in killing them. Roy sped up a little bit as they got closer, eager to be safely inside, Tony kept the same confident pace as before and gave Byron a brief pat on the shoulder as he made his way in. Saxon sat just in the doorway. He caught Antonio's attention and waved for him to approach. "Dwight, tell the ladies they can all stand down. No excitement this morning." he spoke into the radio. ... Brandon tried to take a moment and process what was happening. Donnie and Alex weren't inside the casino. Were they part of a scavenging party? Unlikely; it was still early and the release was happening, all available hands would be back there to keep the place safe. They were both wearing gore suits like him, a trick they picked up yesterday, but he could still see Alex's long sleeves. They were covered by a decent amount of dry blood, and not the sludge like brown variety from a rotter either, it was the blood of a living thing or recently living. Brandon was starting to get the picture. For a moment he thought he heard something through the soft chorus of rotters, something that didn't sound dead. It might have been Connor looking for him. Connor might be his only chance of getting out of this. If he got the drop on them... no, Alex had a shotgun and Donnie had Brandon's carbine now, and even if he did manage to take them both could Connor do it fast enough to not get killed himself or before Brandon got shot? Donnie turned his head a looked back with a quizzical expression in Connor's general direction. Brandon coughed slightly in reaction, regaining Donnie's full attention. How could he warn Connor without giving him away or getting himself shot? "It's Alex right?" Brandon asked in a conversational tone, loud enough perhaps to here an aisle or two over in the relative quiet. "Shut up." Donnie warned him in a hushed voice. "So you guys killed that guy and let my friend take the fall? How the hell do you not have that whole settlement out looking for you?" "Shut the fuck up." Donnie said, sharper. "Once they realize you're not there they'll send an army. If you were smart you'd go back to the casino and tell them it was all Donnie's doing, they'd probably let your family go." he said a little louder. Donnie's fist came flying at the side of his head from his blind side and the blow sent him into a spinning world of pain. He hoped Connor got the message. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jun 12 2017, 01:48 AM Post #3896 |
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Well, so far so good. As far as Antonio was concerned, the first hurdle was almost over. The two men were released and Antonio hadn't been shot yet. In fact, Saxon was waving him in and the guards seemed to relax their positions a little bit. There was still enough time left in the day to get shot, so the priest kept both of his hands in the air where they could be seen as he followed in the footsteps of the men he released and towards Saxon. The atmosphere had relaxed, but there was still a level of tension in the air. It made the walk from the car to Saxon feel longer than it actually was. "Mr. King." He nodded his head as he got close enough to speak. "I am here on behalf of my people to apologize for our actions so far. We want to make this right as much as you do, now." He knew that Saxon knew this already. But Antonio wanted everyone that could hear him to know this as well. It wasn't enough to convince Saxon of his good intentions. He needed to convince everyone that followed him that he was worth listening to. * * * * * "Man, where did everyone go?" Willow wondered out loud. She scratched her head. The group's supplies were still here, so they didn't just pack up and leave. Maybe they went out for a supply run? But why would they leave her here alone without even telling her anything? Then her stomach growled. Her mind immediately wandered to the food that Saxon's group had delivered to them the other day. "I hope we have leftovers..." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jun 13 2017, 03:34 PM Post #3897 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Connor heard Brandon’s voice, then Donnie’s voice, and he promptly froze in place. He listened as Donnie told Brandon to ’Shut up,’ and Brandon responded with the truth – that they killed the guy it he casino, and let Emily take the blame. Then Donnie repeated himself in harsher terms, and Brandon said ‘If you were smart you’d go back to the casino’. Connor had to consider that the last part wasn’t actually a message meant for Alex, but for him. Brandon could have been telling him to go fetch that army. The family that they would probably let go was his mom and Emily. He next considered obeying Brandon’s unspoken instructions. He looked backwards, in the direction he came from. He tried to remember how far the casino was, and how long it would take him to get there. Or if maybe it would be faster to go back to the safe-house first and alert the others, and get them to make the next move. Neither option seemed right to him. Brandon was in trouble right now. What would stop him from getting killed in the next minute, never-mind the next half-hour, or however long it would take to get help? Donnie was a violent asshole, someone they should never have let get away in the first place. Connor didn’t want to leave Brandon alone with him. He remembered what happened the first time they ran into him, when Donnie hit Brandon for no reason, right after stealing their stuff. Connor wanted Donnie dead, and sooner, not later. Connor knew how to use the gun in his hand. He was a good shot. He had killed people before. He could kill Donnie now. Alex too, if necessary – and it probably would be. But... Connor frowned deeply. Brandon had given him an order, even if indirectly. He had promised his mom he would listen to him. He’d also promised her he would run at the first sign of trouble, just like Brandon was telling him to do. Reluctantly – very reluctantly – he decided he had to keep that promise. He headed back the way he came, hating the choice he was making more with every step, but making it anyway. He was quiet at first, passing by all the rotters between him and the busted-in door without being noticed. When he was out in the open, he started sprinting as fast as he could. |
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| Strompy | Jun 13 2017, 06:52 PM Post #3898 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"I can't express how grateful we are that you've chosen to trust us under these conditions. Please come inside." Saxon invited, begging another act of trust. The more his people saw him and Antonio cooperating the better. They reached the threshold of what used to be the general managers office, now his own. The floor to ceiling windows, unlike much of the ground floor windows, were unboarded allowing natural light in. They at least were secure behind an enclosed courtyard. Byron made to leave the room and give thebut Saxon beckoned for him to stay. Before too long this office would be his, along with the responsibilities it came with. "Please stay I'd like for you to hear this, and you're closer to the pulse of this issue than I am." he explained. "Antonio." he turned to address the former priest. "I suppose I should cut to the chase. I'm not satisfied of Emily's guilt. There are elements of the situation that just don't add up to it. We found her at the scene, and that alone is almost damning, but there's the matter of the missing supplies which means that there were others involved which she has backed up with her own account. She claims she found Mitch dead, while attempting to spy on us and that she was assaulted in their escape, though she was unable to identify her attacker. I find it hard to believe her own people would have abandoned her like that when you've just recently risked our ire for her. If she were lying it would be an impressive act of quick thinking on her part to invent one that accounted for so much so quickly. Furthermore the lack of blood on her or her weapon is cause for closer examination, I'm no cut-throat but I'd assume there's a lot of blood involved in killing a man and she hasn't got a drop on her that isn't her own. So, I am not satisfied she did it, I am inclined to believe she is innocent." Saxon explained at length. He took a deep breath, his own long windedness taking its toll on his diminished lung capacity. "She was however the only one present. If she is telling the truth it raises an ugly possibility that somebody here is to blame and we have no means of determining who as everyone here has been accounted for. I want to release her, I truly do, and while my say so can spare her life for now I'm afraid I have no choice but to keep her in our custody until people's passions have dulled to where they will see reason." he continued. ... "How the hell did you manage this?" Brandon asked as he sat down. Donnie leaned against the wall, carbine pointed down but at the ready. "Beats me. We assumed they'd be right on us. Assumed they were out all night but we haven't seen shit." he said with a dry chuckle. "Why the fuck are you even still here?" Brandon asked. "Obviously not our choice was it? They're not as stupid as I thought, they fucked with my bike. Had to wheel that thing all the way over here and spent last night replacing the parts they took out." Donnie said, rolling his shoulders. "Then what? One bike for your whole family?" Brandon asked bemusedly. Donnie just stared back at him with an expression that had quickly become impatient. Brandon laughed. "You fucking asshole. You left them, didn't you?" he laughed bitterly. "I fucking begged them to leave with us. I've been saying from the start that we were going the wrong way. Once they kick them out of there Heather'll come find us, she'll know where we've gone." Donnie said, a kind of reaffirmation. "If they don't kill them, you mean. Right now looks like they're going to kill my friend. What makes you think hey'll leave your family alone?" Brandon said now entirely without humor. "Uncle Donnie maybe -" Alex interrupted, he was standing in the doorway listening, a ball of anxiety. "We're not going back, we can't." he cut Alex off, grabbing him by the shoulder and the back of tbe neck reassuringly. "If the worst does happen than I did everything I could to stop it. John is set on staying there, we've seen a lot of places like that and the only thing they have in common is that they don't last. And anyway my guess is after they kill your friend and figure out they got it wrong they won't be in much of a mood to hurt my family." Donnie said acidly. "An optimist." Brandon said just as acidly, though he strongly suspected Donnie was right about everything he just said. "So then fuck Emily, right? You already murdered one innocent person, I know for a fact murder gets easier the more you do it." it was Brandon's turn for impatience. "She shouldn't have been there! Neither should he! He was supposed to be on break, the old fuck fell asleep in the store room, woke up right in the middle we didn't even see him until he startled us. It was an accident!" Donnie bellowed. Alex watched on his eyes bloodshot and glossy with fresh tears. He looked away back outside and quickly turned pale. "Uncle Donnie." he said shakily. Donnie leaned out of the doorway and cursed. He took a moment to think and turned his attention to Brandon. "Give me that." he said, pulling Brandon's gore suit off. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Brandon asked in genuine disbelief, instantly cottoning on to what was about to happen. And then Donnie and Alex stepped outside and closed door. "...what?" Brandon asked now simply confused. He tried the door after a couple seconds but couldn't get it open. It would open just enough for him to see his carbine stuck through the handle barring him from opening the door. "Shit. Shit shit shit." he repeated as the groans of approaching rotters got louder, drawn by the comotion that had just taken place. Without his gore suit there wasn't much hope of going unnoticed. No blinds on the one window to the hallway. There was a table at least. He picked it up and turned it over against the window, hoping it would be enough to hie him. A few moments later he heard a fleshy pounding on the window and door. He sighed deeply. "Well shit." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jun 13 2017, 07:41 PM Post #3899 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“We do,” Emmett’s rumbling voice answered Willow, and alerted her to his presence in the living room. He was seated on a couch by the window, keeping watch through the closed curtains for any sign of a rotter or someone from the casino. She must not have seen him there at first. For a big guy, he was pretty good at blending in. “The food’s still packed up on the counter,” he explained, turning around in his seat. He decided to catch her up as quick as he could: “The Kelly’s are here too, in the master. Antonio’s releasing the captives. Brandon and Connor are on a supply run.” * * * Connor’s lungs were on fire by the time he neared the safe-house on West Birch Street. As soon as it was in sight, he doubled over, grabbing his knees and sucking in air. He could feel his heart pounding, practically through his chest. He wished he took track and field more seriously in school – it would have really come in handy right about now. His stamina was pretty much depleted, but he summoned the will to keep going anyway, and staggered towards the door. He looked around as he did so, finding the street still empty. He had caught the attention of several rotters over the course of his run from the Wal-Mart to the house, but it seemed like he had left them in the dust. He turned his attention back to the very urgent matter at hand. He knocked the matter at hand and arrived at the door. They had kept it open all through the night per Brandon’s instructions, to divert suspicion in case someone from the casino came by, but had dispensed with that bit of subterfuge by the morning. It was closed now, and Connor desperately flung it open. He looked around, spotted Emmett on the couch and Willow in the door by the kitchen. He didn’t waste any time: “Brandon’s in trouble!” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jun 14 2017, 02:26 AM Post #3900 |
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Willow hummed as Emmett explained where everyone was. She didn't say anything about it, but the buy guy had startled her a little. For somebody so big, she never understood why he was so hard to detect. He was like a giant ninja. Though she was glad he was around. Waking up to find the place empty would have been extremely troubling. "Wait." The gears in her head finally clicked. "Did you say Antonio was releasing the prisoners? What is-" Before she could finish her question, Connor burst in through the main doors and said three words she had not wanted to hear; Brandon's in trouble. A thousand possibilities raced through her head in the span of a second. Was he shot? Was he captured? Was he bitten? Was he dead? She opened her mouth to speak, but the words were caught in her throat for a moment. "What happened!?" Willow frantically managed to spit out. * * * * * Antonio frowned. "I understand your reasons for being cautious with us. However, I am sure you also understand our reasons for wanting both Annie and Emily free as soon as possible. This is an uncomfortable situation for both of our groups. Thankfully, we do have some experience with this after successfully navigating through the Donnie fiasco earlier." Antonio bowed his head for a brief moment. He recalled the robbery that initially caused a spike in tension between the two groups. Granted, this recent jailing raised the stakes to a whole new level. There was no telling whether or not a recovery was possible, but he hoped that it was. "I don't mean to tell you how to do your job, as I am certainly no criminal investigator, but have you conducted a full head count of your people yet?" The former priest inquired. "If supplies are missing from the scene of the crime, it is likely that the culprit is someone who is either planning to leave or has already left." |
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