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| Strompy | Sep 29 2017, 02:43 AM Post #4051 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Emily did her best to ignore the feeling in the pit of her stomach when nobody responded. She willed away her apprehension and gripped her weapon tight like it was a lifeline at sea and started her approach with it raised. "Don't bunch up. My direction is twelve o'clock, make sure you're keeping an eye on a different direction to everyone else. If you see anything call it relative to me." she said and she walked. She came to a stop at the fuselage and pressed her back against it. The loading ramp was ajar. She leaned out to see inside but given the angle it didn't give her much to look at. She could see it was dark inside though, she slung her AK and withdrew her pistol and flashlight. Before she went any further she gestured for Antonio and Emmett to form up on the other side of the ramp. She turned her flash light on and pointed it into the gloom. "If there's anyone still alive in there this is your last chance to show yourself. If you're in there I'm not going to be asking any questions before I start shooting." she said. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Sep 29 2017, 04:45 AM Post #4052 |
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Is that so?
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Kelsey took another bite of the granola bar. "He was friends with my dad." She told Daisy. "But... he changed after dad died. He became really protective of me. It was kinda scary sometimes." * * * * * Antonio exhaled quietly as the group peered into the dark airplane. From where they were standing at the back hatch, the flashlight illuminated a few unmarked wooden boxes shoved unceremoniously to the sides of the fuselage. Most had been pried open, their contents missing. Only one or two that they could see looked like they were still untouched. Further back, it was harder to see, but Antonio could make out the outline of a ladder that led to the upper deck of the plane. There was still no movement. THUNK! It a muffled sound that originated from deeper inside the plane. It definitely sounded like somebody was hitting something, but he couldn't be sure of any more than that. THUNK! "Dead or alive, I wonder..." He mused quietly to himself. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Sep 29 2017, 04:56 AM Post #4053 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Both can be dangerous,” Annie said quietly from over Antonio’s shoulder. She squeezed the grip of her Glock 17 but kept it at her waist, pointed at the ground. She hoped – prayed, even, though to no one in particular – that she wouldn’t have to use it. But she didn’t like that both of Emily’s warnings had gone unanswered. * * * Daisy kept an even expression, but inwardly Kelsey’s words concerned her a little. Scary? The word didn’t mean much on its own, but there could be something worrisome there. “Scary how?” she asked. |
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| Strompy | Sep 29 2017, 05:17 AM Post #4054 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Two of you stay by the ramp, keep the cars in sight. You're with me, Antonio." Emily said as she advanced slowly. Emily had to guess whoever was making that noise was already dead. If they'd locked themselves inside it would explain why they didn't see any rotters outside. Seemed like a lot of plane, could mean a lot of rotters. Once they knew where the noise was coming from they could go about planning how to deal with it. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Sep 30 2017, 03:19 AM Post #4055 |
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Is that so?
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"Scary like..." Kelsey pursed her lips and furled her brow in thought. She knew how Eli was scary, but didn't know quite how to put it into words. At least not without saying anything about the cure. The young girl mulled it over for about ten seconds before a word came to her. "Intense." * * * * * Antonio nodded his head and fell in behind Emily. The cargo hold was pretty dark. There were rips and tears in the metal fuselage that let some light through, but not enough to see. Thankfully, Emily's flashlight did a good job of illuminating the interior, which was roughly an impressive eight meters wide. Despite the size, it was mostly empty. Either this plane wasn't carrying a lot of cargo, or the cargo had long since been looted. Antonio did not know which was more likely. They must have been transporting something. Antonio found himself musing as he and Emily approached the front end of the aircraft. You could fit a tank in here. The interior was purely functional, not aesthetic. They were surrounded by cold metal on all four sides. The floors, walls, and ceiling above them were the same shade of gray, though the floor had splotches of rough black material, presumably to help prevent slipping. Once they reached the end of the room, Antonio noticed there were two metal ladders on their side of the plane. Both led up to the upper level above them, where the crew and passengers likely would have been staying. There were only a few more boxes on this side of the plane, most of them empty. However, Antonio did notice a few boxes of unused ammunition sitting at the bottom of one box. "Looks like this place hasn't been completely looted." He quietly mentioned to Emily. At the very least, they should be able to partially restock their depleted ammo reserves from here. It was a relief to know that there was something worth taking here. THUNK! The muffled sound echoed through the empty aircraft again. From here, it was clearly coming from somewhere above them. THUNK! And didn't seem to be moving. THUNK! "Doesn't sound like more than one person." Antonio commented. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Sep 30 2017, 04:35 AM Post #4056 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“I see,” Daisy said. Once again, Kelsey’s words weren’t exactly reassuring, but they were also very far from damning. Daisy decided to drop it for now. She found it questionable that he would agree to escort such a young girl on a mission of vengeance, but she also knew that it wasn’t the same world it was a couple months ago. In this new world, kids had to grow up fast. Daisy wished that wasn’t true, but wishing didn’t make it so. “I heard you’re taking Noah with you when you go,” she said, changing the subject. “Have you talked about what you’re going to do with him?” * * * Annie followed Emily’s instructions and waited by the ramp with Emmett. Still, she couldn’t help but jump after the sound of every muffled thunk from above, even though there were plenty of bodies between her and the source of the noise. The repetition was unnerving. The darkness moreso. Annie’s last couple of nights had taught her a newfound fear of the dark. It sounded like Antonio had found some supplies – that was nice, at least, but the longer they stuck around the more anxious Annie was to leave. |
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| Strompy | Oct 1 2017, 11:59 PM Post #4057 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Emily paused to consider what they should do next. No response from a survivor, and a suspicious thudding noise she could only assume meant rotter. There were supplies there already. They could take them and be on their way. That would be the smartest course of action, but it would also be the shittiest. Somebody was asking for help, whether they were alive or dead didn't they have to check it out? She was kicking herself for it, but she decided to press on and follow the sound. "Whoever's making that noise better be dead or they're going to wish they were." she said anxiously. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 2 2017, 01:41 AM Post #4058 |
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Is that so?
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It did not sound like Emily was going to back down. She was going to keep pushing forward. "You go up one ladder, I'll take the other." Antonio suggested quietly. "We drop down if it isn't safe." He gripped the metal rungs of the ladder and gingerly put his weight on them. It wasn't impossible that the ladders would be damaged from the crash. In this case, they were fine. The ladder held his weight easily, without any sort of wobble. If nothing else, it was structurally sound. He pulled himself up the upper level, but poked his head through before committing to pulling his entire body up there. The upper level was better lit than the cargo bay, thanks to the windows that lined either side of the cabin. That, and the large piece of metal that was missing from the fuselage and exposed the entire cabin to the outside. It was hard to tell if that had happened before it after the impact. Nevertheless, it felt more like a passenger liner up here than it did below; there was a central aisle that traveled the full length of the aircraft with two seats -- which were more rustic and utilitarian than commercial airliner seats -- on either side. It wasn't the seats or the layout of the cabin, or the damage that made Antonio's eyes widen, however. It was the body. The seat directly next to the ladder opening had a corpse resting in it; a metal bar had been rammed through its chest and had impaled it to its seat. But unlike most bodies these days, this one was dead-dead. It's skin was dry and desiccated from months resting in the desert air. The most unnerving part was that it's dead gaze was focused on the ladder that Antonio was at. It was hard to shake the feeling that the corpse really was looking right at him. "Dios..." The priest muttered. Nothing was moving, so he pulled himself up to the upper level fully and looked around. He was standing at the front of the fuselage, looking back at about 30-some odd seats and the roughly 12 bodies strewn throughout them. Like the impaled corpse within arm's reach of him, all of them were shriveled up. Some of the ghastly remains were lurched forward while others were leaning back, their dead eyes fixated on the roof of the cabin. Some of them had heads that had been half-crushed on impact; others had various parts of airplane sticking out of their bodies. About half of the bodies were dressed in military attire, but the other half were, oddly enough, in civilian clothing. But the one thing they all had in common was that they were all dead; each and every one had been summarily executed via gunshot wound to the head. THUNK! Antonio turned around. Opposite him was the cockpit door. It was closed. THUNK! And the sound they had been hearing was coming from the other side. THUNK! * * * * * Kelsey finished her granola bar before answering. That was something she had been trying not to think about. But Daisy was forcing her to think about it now and it made her visibly uncomfortable. "I dunno. We haven't talked about it." She finally answered truthfully. "I left the group to try and find these guys after they killed Nolan. Eli somehow followed me and tried to convince me not to keep going. But I was angry, so I ignored him. I always thought that we would find them on the road and, like... maybe they'd shoot at us and we could kill them. I wouldn't feel bad that way." Kelsey frowned, pulled her legs to her chest, and hugged them. She wasn't sure why she was telling this to Daisy. Maybe it was because she was someone that Kelsey didn't know. Someone she would likely never see again after they left. "But this? Noah is trapped. Helpless. As much as I hate him, killing him like that just feels... wrong. I feel like I would be betraying my dad if I did that. But at the same time... the world would be better off without him." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 2 2017, 02:10 AM Post #4059 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Daisy wore a thoughtful and sympathetic expression as she listened to Kelsey’s story. The part where Eli tried to talk her out of pursuing vengeance made her feel a bit better, even if he was unsuccessful, but the rest made her heart break. What an impossible decision. “It’s a heavy choice,” she said. “I don’t know what I would do in your shoes.” Personally, Daisy didn’t know what to think about Noah. He didn’t rob Boulet and their community, but he did ride into town with the person who did. And if everything that Kelsey and Eli said about Lowell was true, he was much worse than a thief, and Noah still vouched for him. He had some level of complicity in Lowell’s crimes. Daisy didn’t believe herself to be the right person to judge him. “I will say this,” she spoke up again. “Whatever you decide, it should be a decision you make for yourself, and not for the world. If you don’t want to kill him, you don’t have to. The world doesn’t have to change who you are.” |
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| Strompy | Oct 2 2017, 06:37 PM Post #4060 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Not even the vultures had touched any of these corpses, something about this disease made bodies less appetizing even for the lowest scavengers. Even flies tended to avoid infected meat. That might have been the most disturbing thing about it to Emily, if she died not even the maggots would touch her. It was unnatural. By the looks of things whoever was banging on that door had put down the passengers and then locked themselves inside the cockpit. She had to wonder about why they didn't kill themselves. Maybe it was a faith thing, or maybe they were still just desperately hoping somebody would come to help. Well, better late than never, they could at least finish them off. Emily looked to Antonio as she reached for the door. She mouthed a countdown and on zero opened the door, immediately taking several steps back. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 9 2017, 11:37 PM Post #4061 |
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Is that so?
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As Emily opened the door, a single person stumbled out from the open door. He was an older man; emaciated with sunken eyes. He was dressed in an olive green track suit with various badges on his chest and arms. Undoubtedly, this was the pilot of the aircraft. Or it had once been. The rotter lifted its gaze and met Antonio's for only a moment before it half surged and half fell in his direction. Antonio took a step back and the rotter fell helplessly onto the ground. Emily ended its cursed life before it had the chance to struggle any longer. And with that, the quiet thumping that resonated through the plane had ceased. * * * * * That was the only rotter in the airplane. Everybody else was already dead. Antonio and Emily went out to tell Annie and the others that the coast was clear and, together, they went through the process of tearing apart the plane and looking for anything they could use. From the boxes in the cargo hold and the corpses of the soldiers above, they managed to scrounge up a serviceable amount of ammunition for most of their weapons. Now, if they were to get into a firefight, they would be able to at least hold their ground without having to worry about running out of bullets. Antonio thanked God that they had gotten lucky and found a crashed airplane in the desert. Somebody upstairs was clearly looking out for them with a find like this. Along with the ammunition, they also found an unused parachute in the passenger cabin, a banged up military radio (which had seen better days) that they had found tucked away in the cockpit, as well as three Beretta M9 pistols and two hand grenades from the military corpses. "Not too bad." Antonio mused at their findings. He was standing outside; the ammunition in one box and everything else in a small pile on the ground. Willow was nearby, continuously keeping her gaze fixated on their surroundings. But Antonio was fairly convinced that nothing was going to happen to them now if it hadn't already. If this was a trap, they would have sprung it by now. And there were definitely no signs of recent habitation. Whoever had left that note, they were either long gone or one of the bodies from the cabin. Either way, there wasn't much they could do for them now. * * * * * Kelsey didn't answer the nurse. She didn't know how. That had been happening a lot to her recently. There were so many questions that she just didn't know the answers to. She just sat there quietly, continuing to hold her legs against her chest. Then... "I've been talking to them sometimes at night." Kelsey quietly told Daisy. "Mom. Dad. Nolan. I know they're all dead, but... it feels real. Last time, mom told me to get revenge, but dad told me it's not worth it. They argued about it, but I don't know who to listen to." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 10 2017, 10:46 AM Post #4062 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie nodded approvingly at Antonio’s comment, as she looked upon their pile of findings for herself. She was glad the stop had proved fruitful. It had also proven uneventful, relative to some of the group’s other encounters. She was conflicted about that. She was both glad and guilty. “No one to help, though,” she said, and gestured to the red letters painted on the cockpit. “I wish I wasn’t relieved.” * * * Daisy didn’t need to tell Kelsey that the voices weren’t actually her parents, or her brother. It seemed like she already knew that. The voices were the products of grief, stress and restlessness – and maybe Kelsey knew that too, even if only subconsciously. Either way, Daisy still didn’t have her own answer for Kelsey. She didn’t believe Kelsey needed another voice in her head, anyway. There were enough rattling around there already. “It’s hard to know,” she said sympathetically. “There’s not a right answer. Either way, you won’t be able to choose without sleep.” |
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| Strompy | Oct 10 2017, 12:04 PM Post #4063 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Emily shared the sentiment. As much of a bummer as it was, finding somebody alive in there would have meant another mouth to feed, and they might have needed medical attention. Saxon did them a solid with the supplies he gave them but it wasn't like they could stop worrying about food any time soon, and at the rate they were getting injured or sick there was only so much medical mojo Annie could work before they were using scotch tape and glue then hoping for the best. "Yeah, hate to say it but that seems like the best outcome for us." Emily said as she brought the ammo back to the cars. "Put that stuff in the back with me. I'll take an inventory, see what's compatible with what we're packing." Brandon called out. "Or you could go back to sleep?" she answered. "Count sheep, count bullets, what's the difference?" he replied as he opened his door with some effort. He was looking pasty, and his face was shiny with a film of sweat. He'd just survived an amputation and losing an incredible amount of blood while he was still recuperating from previous injuries so it was understandable. An incessant worry kept nettling Emily in the back of her mind about the bite he suffered though. Was he clear? She hadn't seen or heard of anyone surviving long after a bite even at peek physical health, she had to remind herself that if the infection or whatever the bite did had taken than he would have died already by now. Could just be paranoia, it seemed like it was only ever a matter of time before they ran into another catastrophe. Of course when did they ever have the good fortune to see something coming? Whatever shitty thing was going to happen next was probably not going to be something they could prepare for. So he must have been clear. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 10 2017, 08:26 PM Post #4064 |
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Is that so?
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"You are probably right to be relieved, Annie." He conceded. "We may have bullets, but we don't have the food to feed any more mouths... or the resources to care for them. We can pray that they found somewhere safe to stay, but that is all we can do for them now." He was a man of God and helping people was the creed he lived by. But their group was already running ragged. Unless they could find a way to feed themselves soon, they wouldn't be of help to anybody. That was just the unfortunate truth of the world. Antonio ran a hand through his hair and looked towards the Emily, who was carrying the bullets back to the vehicles. "We can also pray that we don't need to use any of the bullets or weapons we found today. But that might be a little too optimistic." * * * * * "You're right." Kelsey sighed. "But..." She knew that she needed to sleep, much in the same way that Eli needed to sleep. A quick glance to her side confirmed that he was still sleeping, even if just barely. "Sleeping isn't easy anymore. I've been trying." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 10 2017, 08:38 PM Post #4065 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“I understand. But you’ve seen what happens when you don’t sleep,” Daisy said, looking to Eli. “’Scary,’ you said. ‘Intense.’” She got up from her seat. She needed to give Kelsey the opportunity to follow her advice. “Keep trying,” she said. “It’s important.” |
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