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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 30 2017, 03:08 PM Post #4111 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“I’ll be nearby,” Emmett said, then didn’t elaborate. Willow was right that she would be a lot less suspicious a babysitter than him, but that didn’t mean Emmett was about to leave her alone with her unmonitored. If Winona turned out to be something besides what she appeared, Emmett would need to be close. So close is where he would be. |
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| Strompy | Oct 31 2017, 12:11 AM Post #4112 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Don't get too comfortable around her. Don't let her get within arm's reach of you or your gun." Brandon reminded Willow. He knew he didn't have to and that she could handle herself if anything happened but even so if they didn't keep reminding themselves of the dangers around them they ran the risk of getting caught off-guard again. "Alright, let's get started." he said to the others as they made their way to get settled in. They had to shift some of the beds and furniture around but they managed to make a decent space in one of the recovery rooms for their session. Once everyone had gathered he began. "Julie broke her arm in a car crash when we crossed over to Canada, Randal got bitten and we had to amputate and the same thing happened to me. You might be carrying something or someone in the middle of a fight. You might lose the use of your arm at some point, you need to know how to shoot and reload effectively with one hand. Before we start make sure your pistols are unloaded. Emily is going to be on security so she'll still be carrying a loaded gun just in case. We're going to go over one handed shooting first, you're going to go from a holster to a ready position to a firing position and then back again and I'm going to inspect your form. Some of you already know about that, but practice never hurts." Brandon instructed fighting back an urge to yawn. He remembered that ruby and Hank had never attended one of his sessions before, while he knew Hank could at least use firearms he didn't know how much Ruby knew. "Ruby, do you know how to operate a pistol?" he asked. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 31 2017, 11:37 AM Post #4113 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank crossed his arms. When Ruby looked to him, he just nodded towards Brandon – a non-verbal ’Answer the question.’ A few minutes earlier, Ruby had said she didn’t want to be here and asked to just hang out with her aunt and brother. Hank had insisted, however, and now here they were. Ruby turned back to Brandon. “I guess,” she said. “Just point and pull – um, sorry, squeeze – the trigger, right? And always the treat the gun like it’s loaded, and keep your finger off the trigger until you’re ready to shoot, and never point at anything you don’t intend to destroy.” They were basic safety tips that had been instilled in her at a young age. Hank didn’t own guns, personally, but her ‘uncle’ Andy did, and she had been around them enough in North Carolina. Ruby had even been to an outdoor range a couple times, but it was never her idea and shooting wasn’t her thing. |
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| Strompy | Oct 31 2017, 10:47 PM Post #4114 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Those are the most important things, ones that are easy to forget too. I'm gonna show you how to operate it in more detail. Can I see your gun? This is the slide lock or the slide release, this is the mag release. Bang bang, you're dry..." Brandon explained, pushing the slide back with his holster to simulate the pistol going empty. "You release the magazine using this button, put a new one in, then release the slide with this button, and you're ready to fire again. Sometimes the slide lock won't work and you'll need to rack it, you just pull it back a little further and then let go, it'll slide forward again but try not to do that unless you have to. I'll be showing you guys how to do that one handed as well." he explained, letting the slide release and handing the gun back to Ruby. Brandon turned back to the rest of the group and drew the Supergrade. He put his legs in line with his shoulders and then put his right foot forward slightly. "Modified isosceles stance, keep the support beneath your shooting arm. Leaning into it, punch your arm out, don't lock it straight just keep your wrist firm so you're not flying all over the place with recoil. Keep the weight on the balls of your feet. Okay. Everything we go through, we'll be going through for both right and left and we'll repeat everything a lot so don't worry if you're not getting it straight away. If you're cross eye dominant you might find it easier to get on sight by tilting your pistol to the side slightly, not ninety degrees just maybe fifteen to thirty so you've still got that good wrist support." Brandon began. Over the next hour he went through how to draw, reload, switch hands, un-jam and aim with both hands, going through several techniques for almost all of them. Some required bending which wasn't good for his leg and tired him out but fortunately he only had to demonstrate once and then find somebody who got it right to be his assistant. He made everyone repeat each step multiple times, at times calling on people at random to repeat an action they'd learned earlier. Eventually he could see people were starting to tire and decided they'd practiced enough for one day. "We'll call it there. Don't forget to actually load your weapons." he reminded everyone, fetching the ammo for the Supergrade out of his pocket and sitting down to do just that. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 1 2017, 03:42 AM Post #4115 |
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Is that so?
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Willow and Winona had been taking turns using the computer to play XCOM. Willow had never played it before and found that her soldiers kept getting killed in horrible ways, but Winona was actually pretty good at it. It was probably a good thing they had two different games, because Willow was certain she would have destroyed Winona's campaign several times over. Of course, Willow was never really sure if Winona kept trading off with her because she genuinely wanted to or if it was because she was afraid to get on the bad side of someone in the group that had just stormed into her home. They didn't talk about much. Not about themselves, at least. Most of their limited conversation was friendly banter and discussing the game. Personal information stayed as just that. Willow had been hoping to maybe glean a little bit of information out of her, but ultimately never felt like broaching the subject with her. It wasn't even nervousness... she just felt that it wasn't necessary at the moment. Winona seemed like a pretty cool person. During the hour they sat around and played, Willow saw no radios or strange behavior. There was literally nothing that was setting off any red flags. After about an hour, Willow found herself getting tired. Plus, she felt bad for hogging Winona's computer for as long as she had been. "Hey, thanks for letting me hang with you for a bit." Willow mentioned while Winona was chipping away at yet another mission. "It's been a bit of a day and I think I'm gonna go get ready to sleep for a bit." The dark-eyed woman looked up at her; "Yeah, sure. No problem. But before you go, I want to say you're pretty cool. It's kinda nice having someone else around that is into this sort of thing." "Heh." Willow smirked. "Well, I wish I was better at it. Turn-based strategy was never really my realm." "Well, XCOM doesn't show mercy." She conceded. "It definitely takes some getting used to though." "I'll keep that in mind." Willow said. "Good night, Winona." "Good night, Willow." Willow left the young woman along to continue playing her games. On her way out, she saw Emmett lurking in the shadows. Watching. She didn't vocally acknowledge him, but did give him a quick head nod as she passed by. The hallways of the hospital were empty. Brandon must have still been hosting his training group with everyone. He was really dedicated to that. Willow always thought he would have made a really good teacher. Assuming the world hadn't ended, of course. She eventually came to the showers that she had seen before. The only one in this relatively small hospital. As she entered, she flipped the lights on, marveling for a second at electricity. While everyone was busy, she figured this would be the ideal time to get cleaned up. The last time she had been in water was back at Flint. And after everything she had been through, she was the definition of filthy. She didn't care how cold the water was. She was more than happy to peel herself out of her disgusting clothes and walk into the showers. Which, honestly, felt more like high school gym showers than hospital showers; there were 8 shower heads -- 4 on each side of the room -- with no barriers or anything between them. Such a thing had always made her a little uncomfortable in the past, but she was far beyond the point of caring about things like modesty. She was caked in far too much dirt and bodily fluids at this point. She stepped under the shower head and turned the dial just enough to get a weak stream of water flowing. "HOLY SHIT!" She screeched as the water slowly doused her. "THAT'S FUCKING COLD!" * * * * * Antonio crossed his arms and leaned against one of the walls as Brandon's training session wrapped up and everyone was putting their weapons away. The rather large recovery room had white walls and wooden trim; it was deceptively nicer than most of the city. It had all of the hospital beds on one side of the room with curtains between them. The other half of the room supplied more than enough space and chairs for everyone to spread out and practice using their weapons. It was obvious that this room had been designed to accommodate patients and plenty of guests and doctors. A feature they were more than happy to take advantage of. If he was being honest, Antonio was glad that everyone had taken the time to brush up on their fundamentals. Which was a strange thing for him to think; he had detested firearms before the outbreak. Now knowing the fundamentals of handling a gun was as important as eating. He didn't like that it was the case, but the necessity of it was undeniable. For Antonio, it had been an important brush up; it had been a long time since he even tried using a handgun. He was rustier with it than he had thought. But this lesson was also just as important for Brandon. He was learning how to work around his new disability. And so soon after losing sight in one of his eyes. "Good lesson, Brandon." Antonio approached and congratulated the young man. "Hopefully they won't need these lessons, but if they do... they'll be well prepared, thanks to you." He watched as Brandon worked on reloading the Supergrade with only one hand. After everything that had happened, Antonio had to admit that he was concerned about Brandon's current mental state. He seemed almost too calm and put together for a man that had just lost his hand. That was usually a troubling sign. He took a seat beside the blonde-haired man. "How are you feeling?" He decided to be blunt about his intentions. "We don't know how things are going to go tomorrow. I need to know if you're doing okay or not." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 1 2017, 11:58 PM Post #4116 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Thanks Brandon,” Hank said, after the training session had concluded. “We both learned a lot.” With that said, he and Ruby wandered off, back to the room Riley had claimed for their family. He was glad that he had pushed Ruby to participate. Knowing how to operate a firearm like that might very well save her life, or someone else’s, and soon. She had clearly paid attention, too, judging by the way she responded to instructions and questions. She was still quiet, though, speaking only as much as she had to, and asking only the questions she needed to get through the exercises. She hadn’t quite broken out of the shell she’d been in since Salt Lake City, but this was a positive step. When they got back to the room, CJ was playing with a set of knock-off oversized LEGO bricks, and Riley was supervising. They had probably found them in a waiting room, probably in the paediatric ward. Hank and Riley exchanged glances when he arrived, then she went back to the game. Hank knew that he and his sister needed to talk, but it would have to wait. |
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| Strompy | Nov 4 2017, 11:37 PM Post #4117 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon gave Hank and Ruby a slight wave and turned to address Antonio. Was he okay? No. He was tired. Ever since they started on this... quest it had been almost non-stop violence and death. What few good things they could find seemed too brief to keep up with the constant horror. Sleep was a luxury, real rest was impossible. Deprived of security, food, comfort, basic hygiene. Nobody was okay. He'd come so close to death so many times, and every time he came out worse for it, when he really looked at it it felt like he was just delaying the inevitable. They all were. He thought about everyone they'd met along the way. All the way back in New York there was a community that were in all likelihood dead. There was a good chance that guy and his sister they met in Saint Thomas were dead. Their friends in Flint, probably dead. The list went on. He could see himself dying piece by piece long enough to see everyone he'd been stupid enough to care about die in front of him. The only hope any of them had was that canister and the long shot that the lab they were going to wasn't gutted. And they didn't even know what it was. Brandon didn't care about the canister or the lab though. He just wanted the people around him to live. He'd rather forget the thing completely and head north to find somewhere remote, even more than the podunk they were in, and let the rest of the world die. So long as that canister existed though, they'd keep heading west, closer and closer to the most heavily populated state in America, and they'd all be out to eat them alive. He could just smash it and they'd be free of that responsibility. But as slim as it was, it was the only hope they had. What choice was there but to keep going? "I'm fine." he answered. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 8 2017, 03:26 AM Post #4118 |
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Is that so?
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That's bull, you're not fine. Of course, Antonio did not say what he was thinking. Things like this, they could not be forced. He knew that better than anyone. If Brandon didn't want to open up, then there was little he or anyone else could do about it until he was ready. Until that time, however, Antonio intended to keep an eye on the young man. He wasn't afraid that Brandon would become suicidal or anything; in fact, he had been nothing but clear-headed most of the time. But was concerned that the negative emotions Brandon was carrying with him would start eating away at him over time. "I understand." Antonio nodded and gently gripped Brandon by his good shoulder. "You've had a long day. You should take it easy for the rest of the night." He pushed himself to his feet. Everyone was just about finished packing up their weapons. He wasn't sure what the plan for the evening now was for everyone. Probably eat, socialize, relax. Maybe they would even get some sleep despite the raging storm and the stranger in their midst. Maybe. He quietly slipped out of the recovery room. The halls were empty; a feeling that was almost as unnerving to him as if there had been rotters waiting for him instead. Thankfully it was a small hospital, so the walk to the makeshift pharmacy was a short one. It was where he had last seen Annie; since he had not seen her at Brandon's gun training session, he figured she must still be inside. There were a fair deal of supplies to catalog, after all. "Annie?" He called out as he opened the door and peered inside. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 8 2017, 02:00 PM Post #4119 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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It took a few seconds before Annie answered. “In here,” she said. She stood up and shook her head, trying to clear away the drowsiness. She had finished her catalogue a little while ago, but in the process she had found a book that someone left behind. It turned out to be a book of poetry and whoever had it last had bookmarked several pages. She had turned to them out of curiosity and found herself intrigued. She only meant to read for a minute before returning to the others, but then her eyes got heavy and next thing she knew Antonio was back. She set the book down and picked up a sheet of paper – it was actually ripped from the back of the book, from when she first found it. In pencil, she had written down everything she found in her search. “I made a list,” she said, holding out the paper. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 10 2017, 04:15 AM Post #4120 |
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Is that so?
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Antonio accepted the paper and looked it over. He didn't recognize half these names. But he could make out a few antibiotics and painkillers among the list. There were also bandages, gauze, syringes, needles, and a few other potentially helpful supplies here. In fact, if it wasn't perishable, it was probably scratched on this list somewhere. "All of these supplies, mostly untouched." The priest shook his head. "I can hardly believe it. I pray we don't need them, but it certainly feels good to have them." He handed the list back to the doctor. It wasn't until then that he looked into her eyes he realized she looked like she had just woken up. He paused for a moment. "You look tired, Annie. We found a recovery room nearby; it has plenty of beds if you'd like to lay down." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 10 2017, 02:53 PM Post #4121 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie smirked at the line about her looking tired. In another context, she might have taken offence. But she was tired, and the idea of a proper bed sounded pretty good. “I’ll take you up on that,” she said. “But as for these supplies, are they really ours? What will Winona or the others on the reservation think about that?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 11 2017, 04:24 AM Post #4122 |
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Is that so?
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Antonio nodded knowing; it was a good question. Technically, this hospital was under Winona's and, presumably, Billy Church's authority. They could take these supplies, but it could lead to a diplomatic mess at best and another war at worst. Both of those were obviously undesirable outcomes. Now that he was carrying the cure, it was his responsibility to pursue the right course of action. And, in his mind, there was only one choice. "Let's not worry about that tonight." Antonio assured Annie. "I am sure we can work out some sort of arrangement with Winona and Billy tomorrow." The priest stuck his hands in his pockets and smiled awkwardly. "Truth be told though, I was getting a little ahead of myself. I guess after looting uninhabited stores for so long, it is easy to forget you can not loot the ones that are already inhabited." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 11 2017, 01:39 PM Post #4123 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie glanced at the paper with the inventory. So much of what was on it would be so helpful to their group, considering the shape they were in. “I know what you mean,” she said. “I hope the meeting with Billy Church works out.” There was nothing more for her to do until then, however, so she decided to take her leave. She gave Antonio an awkward smile back. “I’ll be in that recovery room you mentioned,” she said. “Wake me if anything exciting happens.” |
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| Strompy | Nov 12 2017, 08:11 AM Post #4124 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon had fallen asleep in a chair. He had a sharpening stone balanced on his leg and a knife in his hand. Guy was resolved not to turn off. He needed to rest but after what happened to him Emily could understand him wanted to keep himself busy. Eventually he just passed out. She took the stone and knife away, placed them on a bedside table then put a blanket over him. She took a look around and assessed their fighting fitness. They had Antonio, Hank, Annie, Connor, Ruby, Riley and herself in good nick. Emmett was still fucked up, Willow was still in recovery from having part of her god damned lung removed and Brandon had been steadily collecting injuries for a long time. Of those who were physically fit she had the most experience. Connor had proven himself capable enough to handle creeps and he'd been involved in some honest-to-God shootouts but that didn't make him some kind of operator. Antonio could hold his own and keep his nerve but he obviously wasn't completely comfortable with killing, not that that was a bad thing. Annie had been kept out of it for the most part for good reason, her medical training had kept them alive. Ruby and Riley had stayed out of it so she couldn't count on them in a fight to her knowledge. She had no idea about Hank's experience, he could deal with creeps alright and he handled himself just fine with the New Dawn but when push came to shove he was out for his family first and that could mean leaving the rest of them in lurch, understandable. So that left her as their remaining enforcer. Wasn't an unfamiliar feeling, she remembered after she graduated from the academy; the sense of power that nobody wants to admit they feel, the crushing sense of responsibility, the anxiety of being on alert. She felt like a cop again. "It's getting dark. We should be using minimal lighting. I'm gonna do a walk around outside, see if we're broadcasting we're here." she informed the others. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 26 2017, 03:28 AM Post #4125 |
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Antonio nodded to Annie as she left. The good doctor deserved some rest, perhaps more than anyone else here. Hopefully the echoing of thunder and wind outside would prove to their biggest worry tonight. The weather was a far preferable foe to rotters or people. The priest didn't go right back to the recovery room where everyone seemed to be gathering to sleep. Instead, he took a detour and went to Winona's room. Antonio peered inside and saw Winona nose deep in, surprisingly, a book. He had assumed the young woman would have been taking advantage of her technology. "Winona." He announced himself with a knock on the door. She turned around and peered up from her book; "Oh, you. You were, uhh..." "Antonio." The priest helped her out as he stepped inside. "Right, Antonio." She repeated. "What, uhh... what can I do for you?" "I was just curious about a few things is all." Antonio started. "Do you have time to answer a couple of questions for me?" "I... don't see why not." She didn't seem very convincing in her acceptance. Despite getting along with everyone so far, she was still wary of them. Which, frankly, was smart. It was probably at least part of the reason that she was still alive. "First of all, the medicine... what's the status on that?" "What do you mean?" Winona furled her brow. "Who owns it? It's all here... is it the tribe's property or are we allowed to take some for our people?" Antonio asked bluntly. "Ah, well, uhh..." Winona pursed her lips. "You're free to take it. Truth is, we don't have a doctor, so nobody can read any of that. And even if we could, I doubt we'd have a use for it. Church believes that the plague is mother Earth's solution for the white man's rampant industrialization of the planet. So, I doubt he'd be gung-ho about using their medicine." Antonio's right eyebrow shot upward and he gave the young woman a quizzical look; "Is that why nobody else lives with you in the hospital? And why they didn't join up with Saxon at Elko?" "Pretty much." She sighed. He glanced at her laptop, folded up on her desk. He looked at the light coming from the ceiling. And he knew about the running water from the water tanks she had installed. Winona was a smart cookie and definitely knew her way around both electrical and mechanical systems. "I think I'm beginning to understand a little about why you come here now. I guess your knowledge and desire to use technology would put you at odds with that mindset." Antonio mused. "You... wouldn't be wrong." She confessed. "I want to use my gadgets and gizmos to make life easier for us. But they aren't really interested in running water or electricity. There aren't many of us left there, but Church has convinced those that are that the Earth is telling us to return to our roots rather than rely on technology." Antonio crossed his arms; "Can you guarantee me that his distaste for the 'white man' technology doesn't extend to white people in general? That might be problematic for us." "Don't worry, it doesn't. He's superstitious, but fair. He judges people by their actions and beliefs rather than their heritage." Winona assured him. "Except me, but he hold the tribal members to a totally different standard." Antonio nodded. He still had questions but, admittedly, he felt a little better. The rest could wait until tomorrow like originally planned. Especially since he only came here to pry on the medicine, which they were free to take. "Thank you, Winona." Antonio said. "Sorry for bothering you." "It's no problem." She said. As Antonio left, Winona closed the door behind him. |
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