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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 26 2017, 01:59 PM Post #3946 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Not really,” Annie responded with a frown. She knew he was being sarcastic, but she didn’t approve. She was still worried for Brandon’s life. She prepared the ditch blade once again – she’d dropped it after entering the office and finding Brandon and Connor, but had picked it up on the way back. She figured Dwight’s commandos would be better suited to start the engagement than her, but if they got another one in their ‘man-catchers,’ and needed a finishing blow, she would be ready. Connor didn’t move either. Either he had the same thought, or he was too traumatized to fight. |
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| Strompy | Jul 31 2017, 02:03 AM Post #3947 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Ladies, we could use a hand over here." Dwight called out. "We've got our hands full!" Ros shouted back over the sound of increasing gunfire. "Fucks sake. Connor, I need you to keep pressure on this." Emily said, taking Connor's hand and placing it on Brandon's arm. "Annie it's you and me." she said walking ahead and bisecting the head of the first rotter in their way. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 31 2017, 03:27 AM Post #3948 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Connor did as Emily asked. Annie, meanwhile, frowned deeper. There was so little time for this. They needed to get Brandon to safety. “Emily, get down!” she yelled. She saw no point in being quiet – there was gunfire all around, anyway, and these rotters were very aware of their presence. So she dropped the ditch blade and aimed the Glock that Dwight had let her borrow. She went ahead and opened fire, aiming at one rotter’s head, then the next. She kept firing until the magazine was out of rounds. |
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| Strompy | Aug 7 2017, 12:52 PM Post #3949 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon was only half aware of what was happening. He could hear shooting and urgent shouting. Emily was saying something to him he couldn't quite make out over the noise, but he picked up the tone, reassuring. He kept looking around for Connor. Then it was very bright and they were outside. "... need to get back to the Lion, we've got medical supplies..." he heard Dwight say in between the noise. They loaded him in the back of a car. "... transfusion. I'm o-negative." he heard Emily as she climbed in next to him. The engine started up and they were moving. He drifted in and out after that, aware they were moving him inside and then he could feel things being done to him, but only dimly. It might have been painkillers or he could have just been too out of it to even sense it. Eventually he stopped being aware of anything and everything was black. ... "They're not saying a word." Byron reported to Saxon. "They won't give up their own son. Maybe if it were just the uncle." Saxon said with a sigh as he made his way toward where Annie and her people were waiting. "How about the boy? Dwight said he was seriously injured." he asked. "I don't know. Apparently he was bitten but there was an amputation, that has apparently worked in the past." Byron informed him. "Interesting. Hmm, well regardless he might not survive, that's a security risk, he'll need to be kept under armed supervision at all times. We can't risk an outbreak. Have you interviewed Annie's son? He may have overheard something about Donnie's plans." Saxon continued. "Not yet, I thought it appropriate to give them a little time." Byron answered. "Appropriate. The right choice, but... every moment we're not looking he gets further and further away from us." Saxon conceded. Byron knocked at the door of the function room their guests were waiting in before opening the door. Inside the others, Antonio, Emily and Connie sat around or paced as they waited for news. Annie evidently hadn't finished seeing to Brandon yet in the room they'd set up for medical situations. A kerosene lantern sat in the middle of a dining table barely illuminating the space. Annie's son was covered in blood. "Byron, could you have somebody arrange a change of clothes for Connor please?" Saxon asked. "Yes, sir." Byron said excusing himself. For a few moments Saxon let a silence persist as he wondered just what to say. "I'm troubled by this turn of events." he confessed, the words sounding like some vacuous PR statement despite their sincerity. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 9 2017, 04:36 AM Post #3950 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Connor stared forward in the dim light. His eyes were fixed technically to the wall, but really at nothing at all. Everything that had happened since he was forced to cut into Brandon’s flesh had been a blur. When he had been asked a direct question, or given an order, he had been able to temporarily fight through the fog. But now that they were safe, and the room was quiet, and Brandon’s fate was up in the air – now he was lost again. He was barely aware of Saxon entering the room, or Byron leaving. He heard Saxon start to speak, but he couldn’t make out the words. |
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| Strompy | Aug 10 2017, 09:53 PM Post #3951 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Byron returned after a few more moments of pensive silence. He had a bundle of neatly folded clothes in his arms. "Ah, Mister Berman, we have some fresh clothes for you if you'd like to get changed." Saxon said. Byron made to escort Connor from the room. "I got it." Emily said defensively and took over, leading the shell shocked boy outside. Saxon shook his head solemnly. "Antonio, I'm truly sorry for our part in how this all played out. While we're in private now though I'm afraid there's more unpleasent business to discuss." he said ruefully. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 10 2017, 11:54 PM Post #3952 |
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Is that so?
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Antonio sat solemnly, his hands folded in the table in front of him as he watched the events unfold around him. No matter how many times something like this happened, it never became easier for him. Brandon's life was possibly hanging by a thread back there. He was snapped out of his temporary stupor by Saxon addressing him directly. And he got the distinct feeling from the way he said it that this was something unrelated to Brandon and the situation with his escaped people. Antonio could venture a few guesses as to what came next. "And I am sorry for our part in all of this. We played into it all of this as well." The priest said. "Now, what is it you need to tell us?" |
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| Strompy | Aug 11 2017, 12:35 AM Post #3953 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"In light of what's happened I've had to revisit our... open door policy. Now that it has cost us a life, my people need a firm response. We're closing Elko. Anyone coming through from now on will have to keep driving. Some of our more paranoid people still aren't convinced of your uninvolvement in what happened, or see that you at the very least complicated matters. If I believed their wouldn't be problems I'd let you stay, as I said we're as much at fault in this as anyone. John and his family are being ejected and escorted out of town as we speak, for their own safety as much as anything else. I've put my foot down considering Brandon's condition and your honest dealings with us at least. You'll have at least a day, with supplies, or until Annie decides Brandon is fit to travel if you need longer, but at that point you will have to leave Elko." Saxon explained, his gaze direct but remorseful. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 11 2017, 01:07 AM Post #3954 |
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Is that so?
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Antonio exhaled. All things considered, this was no surprise. It was disappointing, of course, but he could not blame Saxon for this decision. There was no doubt that this was the best decision for Elko. After everything that had happened, he didn't want to stay here either. He suspected the others felt the same. "Very well. We will abide by that judgment. But under one condition." Antonio met Saxon's gaze. "If you happen to find a Hispanic man and a young white girl coming through here -- named Eli and Kelsey -- I want you to relay a message to them for us. Tell them that we will be waiting for them in..." In where? Antonio thought back to a few days ago, when he was looking at the map of Nevada. The cities that were near Elko. There weren't many. But he could only remember one, and it was about an hour west of here. And he only remembered it because of its name. "Battle Mountain. Tell him we'll be waiting for them both in Battle Mountain." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 11 2017, 03:27 AM Post #3955 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Connor nodded vacantly when Emily touched him gently by the shoulder, just after Byron had returned with an armful of new clothes. He looked up at them, then down at the bloody set he had on, then compliantly stood up and allowed himself to be led away. Once he had been led someplace private to change, the fog returned, and he resumed his empty staring. After a minute of nothing, a thought penetrated the veil of his mind. It wasn’t about him. Brandon, please be okay. * * * Willow, please be okay. Annie, please be okay. Connor, Emmett, Emily, Antonio – everyone, just be fucking alive, okay? In one piece, preferably. And with the Cure safely in hand. Okay? It’s the least you can do. Don’t be dead. Just don’t be dead. Eli furiously blinked away the thoughts. Kelsey had fallen back asleep beside him. And with nothing but the long, long stretch of empty road ahead of him, and the annoying hum of the Camry’s engine to keep his mind occupied, his thoughts had drifted back to everyone he had left behind in Salt Lake City. He knew Kelsey was safe – for now, at least – but the others were a question mark. There was no way to answer those questions, however. It was wasted mental energy. He needed to focus on the road. On the white and yellow lines before him. On the occasional abandoned vehicle he needed to swerve around. On the lone figure in the distance, standing in the middle of the road, draped in shadow, unmoving. On… Wait, what the fuck? Eli blinked some more. When he opened his eyes, the figure was gone. As suddenly as it appeared, it had vanished. Eli looked to Kelsey, still asleep in the passenger’s seat, oblivious to what Eli had just witnessed. He looked again to the road – still empty. Then he looked in the rear view. There was the figure again! Behind them now, the car having only just passed him by – and it was a him. The shadow was gone, revealing a grown man. Quickly, he grew smaller and smaller in the window as the car surged forward, but before he was gone Eli saw his face. It was Darren. No, Eli thought. Darren’s dead. He faced the road and closed his eyes again, squeezing them shut longer and harder before opening them again. When he did, there was another form on the road ahead. Shorter this time. It took Eli a second to register him, and then another to recognize what he was looking at – Evan. Emmett’s brother. He was just a kid. And he was in the way! Panicked, Eli slammed the breaks and turned the wheel as hard as he could. But it was no use. There was no time. The collision was unavoidable. Eli didn’t even have time to brace himself. * * * Eli awakened violently, to a shower of glass and a sore torso, and an aching head. The Camry had come to a sudden and painful stop when it slammed into a street sign on the side of the road. The windshield window had shattered on impact. Eli would have probably gone right through it if not for his seatbelt holding him in place. The airbag might have prevented his head from bouncing off the steering wheel too, if Kelsey hadn’t already accidentally deployed it when she attempted her ill-fated escape the other night. Thus the headache. The airbag in the passenger’s seat had deployed just fine, however, and Kelsey’s seatbelt had kept her similarly secure. At first glance, she looked relatively unscathed. The sight wasn’t enough to slow the panic and frustration that was taking hold, however. Eli knew this was his fault. He had fallen asleep and totalled the car. He could have killed himself and Kelsey. He may have believed himself invincible, but not her. How could he have let this happen? “Kelsey…” he said, groaning the word and reaching out to shake her by the shoulder. “Kelsey, are you…” He heard a familiar moan and stopped talking. Then he heard another moan. Then another. |
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| Strompy | Aug 11 2017, 03:59 PM Post #3956 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Dry. So dry. The first thing Brandon felt as he roused was his mouth and throat, dry as a bone. "Wa-" he croaked. ... "We'll be watching the roads in and out of town around the clock from now on, so if they pass this way, we won't miss them. I'll make sure your message is passed on." Saxon said with a nod. He made his way to the door and Byron opened it for him. "I really do wish you all the best, Antonio. I hope I haven't given you the impression that I hold any ill-will towards any of you." he said halting at the threshold. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 11 2017, 04:30 PM Post #3957 |
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Is that so?
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"Not at all, I understand we've put you in a difficult position. You need to look after your people." Antonio said. And he meant it sincerely. Saxon had a lot on his plate and he appreciated that the man was still doing everything that he could for them, despite the pressure he was no doubt receiving from his people. Antonio knew that both parties meant well in the end, even if circumstances had gotten out of control. "And thank you." * * * * * Kelsey's slumber was interrupted by her body violently thrashing as the car hit something. She opened her mouth to scream, but the airbag slammed into her like a cannon and muffled her. In the aftermath, everything was spinning. Kelsey wasn't sure if she had hit her head in the initial impact or if she was simply disoriented from being awakened so suddenly or maybe both. It wasn't until she heard her name called and a gentle shaking on her shoulder that she snapped out of her dazed stupor. It was then that she started to push the airbag out of her face. It took her a few seconds to successfully wrest her head free; she could see the the windshield was shattered and broken glass was everywhere. "What hap-?" She started, but then she heard it too. The familiar moaning of rotters approaching. She looked to Eli, hoping that he knew what to do. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 11 2017, 07:03 PM Post #3958 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie was exhausted. After her sleepless night in the cell with Emily, wracked with worry about the group maybe going to war, and then her hectic morning, wracked with worry about Brandon’s survival, she was drained. After they had arrived back at the casino, she had used the tubing and saline solution the other group had scavenged to set up an IV for Brandon. The last time she was release from captivity, not very long ago at all, she had set one up for Emmett, so she had experience. She sourced a needle, a blood bag, and other essentials from the casino – they were well stocked – and hurriedly but diligently harvested Emily’s blood. Then Emily was allowed to go, and the transfusion process began. For an hour after, Annie’s role was minimal, but that didn’t make her any less wired. Annie was sitting nearby, staring at Brandon’s face when his mouth opened, and a sound croaked out. Her heart started beating faster with excitement. She fetched a water bottle she had on standby, for this very occasion. “Shh,” she instructed him in a soothing voice. “Drink.” She gently put the bottle to his lips and raised it. * * * Kelsey didn’t need to finish her question for Eli to understand it. He didn’t have a good answer, either way. “Crashed,” he said. His panic went up a notch as he looked around – the crash had attracted rotters, and more than a couple of them. He looked out his window – still intact, but with a spider-web of cracks. Through it, he could make out a pair of rotters approaching. He looked over at Kelsey’s window and found the same situation – two rotters, shambling towards her window, agitated by the sudden noise. The rear-view mirror revealed at least one more rotter. A gaunt one, even by rotter standards. It was wearing a dirtied puffy jacket. Its decrepit hands felt around the trunk of the car. Eli reached for his pistol, and found it missing. It had slipped from his belt in the crash. Frantically, he started feeling around at his feet for it. He winced as he cut his finger on some of the broken glass from the windshield and stopped. He remembered, anyway, that he only had one round left in the cartridge. And his rifle, somewhere in the back seat, had zero. He didn’t like that math. A rotter reached Kelsey’s window first. It planted both palms against it. Then it leaned in, and in an effort to get a closer look, ended up smashing its head on the window. Thump. A blood smear resulted, further obscuring their vision from inside, as well as another crack. Eli didn’t know how much more the window could take. He tried undoing his seat belt, but nothing happened. He kept trying and found the button just wouldn’t press. It had been broken in the crash. Eli was stuck. He writhed around in place. With no time, he braved the broken glass again and pawed around. He felt only the mat – no pistol. Shit, shit, shit, he thought. “I lost my gun,” he revealed aloud. “Maybe it's on your side.” |
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| Strompy | Aug 12 2017, 10:15 PM Post #3959 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon drank in sips at first to wet his mouth and then in larger gulps. He must have been out a few hours to wake up this parched. He reached up to take the bottle from Annie with his left hand but was quickly reminded that hand wasn't there anymore. With his remaining hand he took the bottle. For a couple of seconds he just looked down at his arm. Maybe it was a residual effect of whatever he was on, or maybe just a grogginess from the blood loss and shock but it just seemed weird to him his hand wasn't there. It was as if it was still there, in his head, he was sending all kinds of commands from his head to wiggle his fingers or make a fist but it didn't do anything. He expected to have a more acute awareness of his hand not being there. "How long have I been out?" he asked, still a little hoarse. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 16 2017, 12:35 AM Post #3960 |
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Is that so?
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Fuck. Kelsey suddenly recalled the word Willow had taught her. A word she had gotten used to during these past few months. A word that seemed apt given the situation. The young girl looked to her feet; sure enough, she could see the outline of a gun on the ground. She tried to lean forward, but she was locked in place by her seat belt. The safety lock must have activated during the crash and it wasn't going to let her move forward. She sluggishly reached down and unlatched her seat belt; unlike Eli, her release still worked. Now freed of that restraint, she was able to lean forward and pick the weapon up from the ground and hand it to Eli. "Here, here, take it!" She pleaded him. At the same time, the passenger side window began to audibly crack. |
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