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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 26 2018, 03:07 AM Post #4186 |
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"Thanks." Willow assured Hank as the middle-aged father helped her back to her feet. Her thigh was throbbing after that kick. She was worried that she might have reopened the wound, but she didn't feel any blood through her jeans. She came to the conclusion that the muscle was likely just very angry at her for putting too much pressure on it. If nothing else, it reminded her that no amount of mental determination to improve was going to help her if her body couldn't keep up with it yet. At that moment, the radio on her hip came to life. Emmett was on the other end. "Perfect." She sarcastically retorted at the news. She craned her head and noticed that the big guy was right; more rotters were creeping in from the outskirts. She couldn't count them, but she trusted Emmett's words. She was sure that Billy Church and his people could handle it, but it was best to keep a clear line of information. She would normally just shout the news to Emily, who was not far away, but she wasn't ready to tear her lung open again by trying to shout loud enough for her to hear. "Sorry to drag you into this, but could you pass that along to Emily? At least sixteen more on the way." Willow asked Hank before following up with a little assurance. "I'll be right behind you. No more heroics for me today." * * * * * Kelsey sat in the passenger seat, hugging her knees against her chest and staring straight ahead. She didn't even acknowledge Noah with a glance as he stepped out of the car and was left behind. She had nothing to say to him. And despite Eli's words, she didn't feel like she had done anything worth celebrating either. Though she was mad at herself, she knew that deep down she would have been mad at herself no matter which choice she made. She didn't look in Eli's direction after he spoke to her. She didn't even give him a response. She didn't ask where they were going now or what the plan was. And she didn't care either. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 26 2018, 11:41 AM Post #4187 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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No more heroics for me today, Willow said. Hank gave her a disbelieving smile. “At least until after breakfast, right?” he said. “I’ll tell Emily. You stay here.” He made sure she was on her feet and stable before making his way to where Emily was fighting. “Emmett says 16 more coming, spread out,” he passed on the news and took a fight-ready stance. * * * “For what it’s worth, and I know it’s not much, I’m proud of you too,” Eli added, when Kelsey was unresponsive. “You did somethin’ I couldn’t. That’s one less face you have to see in your dreams.” It was clear Kelsey was in no mood to talk, or even look at him, so Eli left it at that. He put the car in gear and drove off. He stared at the face in question one last time in the rear view mirror. Noah was staring back, looking lost. A minute later, Noah was gone. He was behind them – literally and figuratively. Now there was another face to think about. A scowling one, pale-skinned, with dark hair and darker eyes. Lowell’s face. He was still a ways down the road; maybe even in Mexico by now, if Noah was telling the truth about his destination, which Eli thought he was. Kelsey had already put her need for revenge aside once. Did she mean to do the same a second time, Eli wondered. Should his next move be to turn the car around? Killing Lowell would no more bring back Nolan than killing Noah would have, even if Lowell was more responsible for Nolan’s death. It was Lowell that pulled the trigger, and kept pulling it, and for no good reason Eli could see except he was a sick, twisted, asshole. Noah hadn’t wanted Nolan dead; he just created the situation where it happened. He set loose Nolan’s murderer and gave him the murder weapon. Did that mean he was worthy of mercy, but Lowell still had to die? Or had Kelsey’s decision set him free, too? Was it time to go to Nevada? Eli thought about it, and decided not yet. Lowell was different. He was an ongoing problem, a threat to any person or community he came in contact with. And the only reason Eli had a car, clothes, and food in his belly was that he was supposed to be going after him. Turning around now would be like ripping Boulet and his people off. He’d been given a job. He had to see it through. Lowell still had to die. He hoped that his friends back in Nevada, however many he had left, would understand. The difference now, at least, was Kelsey didn’t have to be the one to kill him. Eli could keep that burden to himself. The thought prompted Eli to look over at Kelsey. She was silent, still staring at the road, haunted by her decision and everything that led up to it. He decided to pull the car over and wait for a while until she turned to look at him back. “I think it’s time,” he said, when she finally looked, “that you learn to drive.” Edited by DoctorYerishi, Mar 27 2018, 12:26 AM.
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| Strompy | Mar 27 2018, 11:21 AM Post #4188 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"I hope that'll be the end of it for now. Not that this isn't fun but the longer we wait to start looking for our people the slimmer their chances. We might want to relocate too, obviously they know we're here and if we're out searching then whoever took Antonio and Laurie might hit our people. Or the others could stay here, we already know the site and the area around it a little, make some ground rules; nobody goes outside, stay in pairs that kind of thing." Emily speculated. Emily considered something she mentioned earlier about the Kelly's not involving themselves with the rest of the group. This might be an opportunity to change that if they were brought in on the decision making process. "What do you think, stay or go?" she asked Hank. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 27 2018, 12:27 PM Post #4189 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank surveyed the battlefield as he considered his answer, trying to stay ready to strike if any rotters got past Church and his group. He stayed like that for a while, his considering taking a minute. For some reason, Hank hadn’t thought about the possibility of their new enemy hitting the hospital again while the strongest of them were out searching. Now that it had been presented to him, it seemed frighteningly possible. Likely, even. Moving came with its own set of challenges, however, starting with the question of where. This wasn’t their town. Like Emily said, they knew the area around the hospital a little and the rest of it not at all. Devoting time and energy to moving might also mean taking it away from the search for Antonio, which seemed most pressing right now. “They got Antonio when he was off by himself,” he reasoned out loud. “I think the most important thing is that everyone sticks together now, and where we are matters less. We should ask Church, though, he knows the area. Maybe he can recommend a more defensible position. If you trust him, I mean.” |
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| Strompy | Mar 29 2018, 12:40 AM Post #4190 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"He doesn't give me any bad vibes at least." Emily said with a shrug. She sheathed her machete as the last of the nearby creeps went down with a spear through the head. Some of Church's people headed over to the other side of the building to deal with the others. "Hey, Church, we were thinking about relocating our people. We've got some badly wounded people and they might be vulnerable here now that we've been made. Is there anywhere nearby you'd suggest, something with good sight lines or just out of the way?" she asked. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 3 2018, 01:51 AM Post #4191 |
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Is that so?
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Billy Church glanced furtively over his shoulder at the surrounding suburban landscape. "Aren't a whole lot of places 'round here where you can take shelter. Though I'm pretty sure you know that based on what you seen." The older man mused. "The high school isn't far, but it's right next to the freeway and isn't walled off. You'd be pretty exposed. There's a bar and casino down the street on the northern edge of town, but we haven't rightfully cleared it out yet. We don't know what's in there. Might also try the church-" "Why don't we just invite them to stay with us at the reservation?" He was interrupted by an adult woman who looked to be in her late 30's. She was a little taller than Winona with straight black hair that fell past her shoulders. She shrugged her broad shoulders; "They returned Winona to us safely. If someone is really hunting us, having everyone in one place would be safest." Church furled his brow as the woman spoke. "Because I am uncomfortable with the idea of inviting total strangers into our walls, Nancy." He told her. "We both know the men aren't coming back, so it is my responsibility to keep you all safe. Protected. Fed. I can't do that if I let just anyone into our gates." "I, uh, agree with Nancy." Winona spoke up. "They got a lot more firepower than we do. If they really wanted us dead, I think we'd already be dead. They actually treated me pretty well, all things considered. Plus, we women are perfectly capable of protecting ourselves." "Like you did today?" Church lashed back against Winona, his voice sharper than before. "We're only all out here because you got caught. You aren't allowed to give your input on this." "Billy." The middle-aged woman named Nancy interrupted. "That's not fair. Everyone knows that Winona is more than capable of handling herself." "Is she?" He spat. "She doesn't even know the first thing about being Shoshone." "Not this again..." Winona pinched the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb. Nancy immediately countered Church's comments with some of her own, but now they were heated and in her native tongue. Church lashed back with something equally heated, but was cut off midsentence by Nancy again. Whatever she said this time seemed to have some effect on him, as he visibly recoiled and Winona's eyes widened in shock. The older man grunted and, after a few more words, turned back to Emily. "I... apologize for that outburst." He seemed only partially sincere in his words. "I'll speak with some of the others, but if there are no major complaints... then you can stay with us on the reservation. We have a fence and plenty of empty houses." Edited by Make-7-Up-Yours, Apr 3 2018, 01:53 AM.
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 8 2018, 03:49 PM Post #4192 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank was made uncomfortable by the argument. He was standing close enough to hear most of it, which made him feel like he was eavesdropping and intruding, and pretending that he wasn’t – by looking at the horizon, for instance, as if he was scanning for more rotters – just made him feel more awkward. He was relieved when it was over, and Church offered them an apology and a place to stay. He decided to accept – on behalf of his family, at least. Emily felt like they were okay, and now Hank did too. He even took their hesitance to let in new people as a good sign. After what happened with the New Dawn, it was the people that were too welcoming he was afraid of. “It would only be temporary,” he said. “Just until we find our friend. We don’t want to be a burden on your people or your resources.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 12 2018, 04:16 AM Post #4193 |
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The older man let out an annoyed sigh before turning around and heading toward his fellow Shoshone tribe members, who were not far away dealing with the second wave of rotters that had encroached. They seemed to have the situation under control, safely picking off the slow-moving rotters from a distance using the long reach of their spears. "Sorry about that..." Winona apologized for her old man after he was out of hearing range. "He's, uhh... it's a long story." "One way to put it." Nancy rolled her eyes and looked to Emily and Hank. "You'll find not all of us are as distrustful as he is. Though I suppose being distrustful is the role of a leader in times like these." |
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| Strompy | Apr 14 2018, 06:10 PM Post #4194 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"It's impossible to know what the right call is anymore." Emily opined. The conversation made her think back on Brandon. She didn't hold the night she spent in captivity against him, he only asked her to snoop around on Saxon's people and if it hadn't been for Donny and Alex she might have been able to sneak out again. He probably blamed himself for everything that went down though. At least they managed to get out of Elko with everyone alive. "We've had our own bad experiences lately, I'll fill you guys in on this group operating out of Salt Lake City on the way. I'm going to go get everyone ready to move." |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 17 2018, 08:32 PM Post #4195 |
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Willow limped up to everyone as Billy and Emily departed to go their own separate ways. "What was that about?" She inquired, referring to the heated discussion Billy seemed to be having only moments before her arrival. "We'll fill you in later." Winona said as she glanced over her shoulder. The second wave of rotters was just about finished. Those that had moved over to take care of them had efficiently taken care of them. She didn't see any signs that someone had been bitten. If anything, Church and his people seemed to be extremely efficient in how they dispatched the walking corpses. Which, as Willow mulled it over, would make sense. There is no way they would have been able to survive for as long as they had if they weren't good at disposing of rotters. Billy caught up to them just as they were wrapping up; he started pulling aside a few members exchanging words with them. From this distance, it was impossible to tell they were talking about. "Oh, and uhh... thanks for the help earlier." Willow added. Winona shrugged; "Just because my grandpa doesn't trust you doesn't mean I don't. You guys could have killed me, but you didn't. To me, that means something." Without waiting for a response, Winona walked away as well. She moved to the nearest rotter corpse, placed her boot on its back, then leaned down and forcefully pulled an arrow from its skull. She placed the bloodied arrow in her quiver before moving to the next corpse. * * * * * From a house not too far away, a pair of eyes peered between the blinds of a dusty window. The woman's lips curled into a frown at the sight of everyone standing in front of the hospital. Working together. "How many do you see?" A voice crackled on the other end of the radio that she held in her hand. She lifted the radio to her lips; "Looks like the majority of Church's group is here. As for the ones in the hospital... can't get a good read on them. I count at least four, but there are probably more inside. Not too much more though." The radio fell silent for a few moments. "What makes you say that?" "They were attacked by you-know-whats. Only two people emerged from the hospital to help. Any others are likely either sick or noncombatants." She answered. "Or they are far more cautious than to show their entire hand." The voice answered her. "Stay on your guard. Remember, for now we observe, but do not let anyone see you." * * * * * Willow gently applied the gas as the car as they made a left turn at the edge of the city. Church had opted not to lead them to the highway, instead they were driving through the back roads. By now, the storm from last night had let up and was replaced with an ominous fog and a light cover of snow. She made sure to handle the car very carefully to not only avoid an accident, but to avoid any violent car movements that might make her boyfriend (who was sitting in the back seat) even more uncomfortable than he already was; she was thankfully accustomed to driving on snowy roads thanks to living in both New York and Ontario throughout her life. This light flaking of snow was nothing she couldn't handle. Ahead of her were the the vehicles that Church and his people had driven in on. A run-down Chevy pickup truck with fading red paint, a pale blue Honda Accord from the 80's, and a silver Toyota Previa from the 90's that looked like it had been in no less than two fender benders. Not a particularly intimidating entourage, to be certain. On their left, they passed a few motels, a casino, and a gas station. All of them looked to be as dilapidated as the rest of the city. It was clear to Willow by now that this place had looked like a pig sty long before the dead were coming back to life. On their right, there was desert. Lots of desert. She followed them down this road and over the freeway they had been driving on just yesterday. At this point, they were clearly outside the city; the only civilization that she could see was behind her. Desert stretched out on the left and ride sides now. Willow gripped the steering wheel tightly. Anxiety took a hold of her heart. Were they being led into a trap? Was this all a giant mistake? The fears did not last long, as it only took a moment for her to notice the spot of civilization ahead of her. Or rather, the wall that surrounded it. It was by no means an impressive wall; simply a six foot tall wooden wall that was not at all unlike those that people had in their backyards. But it seemed to stretch the entire length of the community. So far as she could tell, anyway. Church's vehicles pulled up to a crossroad with a door and slowed down to a stop. Willow slowed down behind them and waited until the wooden gate was pulled open from the inside, clearing the road. Willow followed the other cars inside. Willow had heard stories of the run-down reservations that Native Americans lived on. This met those expectations perfectly. Like Battle Mountain, the lawns and greenery were dead. The houses were small and in need of repairs, but surprisingly well-maintained despite that. Certainly more maintained than the rest of Battle Mountain, though that was not hard. Still, being in a walled community, no matter how poor, was some comfort to Willow. If these people were genuinely good people, as she was coming to believe they were, then being inside walls would be a welcome change of pace. After a short moment, Church's vehicles pulled off to the side of the road onto a small dirt field. A few other vehicles were parked there was well. Willow pulled the car onto the field alongside them. "It's not much." Church announced as he stepped out of the driver's seat of the truck. "But this is where we're holed up." Most people weren't even out of their vehicles yet, but the old man didn't seem to care too much about that. "Since it was Nancy's idea to invite you all in, she can be the one to show you around and get you settled." Willow saw Nancy, the woman who had been arguing with Church earlier, step out of the back seat of the truck and give the old man a scrutinizing look for a moment before rolling her eyes. Edited by Make-7-Up-Yours, Apr 17 2018, 08:32 PM.
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| Strompy | Apr 29 2018, 09:11 PM Post #4196 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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To think these people used to have this whole area to themselves once upon a time. Emily remembered doing a report on the Shoshone that didn't go down so well with her teacher or classmates, it wasn't exactly the most sympathetic. Everyone's reports were sympathetic, who wanted to hear another tear-jerker? Her point about the Shoshone was that they fought for their lands with other natives, with settlers, with the army they didn't just get pushed out of the way they were beaten. It wasn't a fair fight, they raided settlements killed innocent people and the same shit happened to them, that was war it's not a struggle to romanticize; it fucking sucked for everybody. Now they've got this. This little slice the government allowed them to have, a dubious mercy from an overwhelming enemy. There were only a few thousand Shoshone left in the entire country, she wondered how many now. Church and his people might actually be all there is. Emily had a couple of acquaintances in Tribal policing. There was a lot of crime on reservations like these. Lot of substance abuse, domestics. One of the perks of highway patrol is that she didn't have to deal with intimate shit like that, didn't have to come between neighbors or families to do her job. The way she understood it the tribes sort of viewed themselves as kind of one big family so that made law enforcement a real stressful job. Cops are the day-to-day face of the system, not many people had more reason to hate the system than natives so there was a huge risk factor in the job. Emily supposed one of the few upsides to this whole fucking nightmare was that those kinds of distinctions didn't matter, no system, no natives, no whites. Just the living and the dead. Still it's like the Shoshone just didn't exist anymore, that must have been a bitter pill for these people. "How many people did you have here?" she asked, looking around at the empty houses. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 29 2018, 11:34 PM Post #4197 |
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While Billy and some of the others disappeared into the reservation, Nancy, Winona (with Cadence on her heels), another younger woman, and two middle-aged women all remained. They were armed, but didn't seem openly hostile toward the foreigners in their midst. Nancy brushed off her tanned leather vest before resting her dark eyes on Emily. She smiled ruefully, then swept her hand to the surrounding barren landscape. "On this part of the reservation, we have 29 houses. All of them inside our newest addition to this place, the wall. At one point, we housed a little over a hundred people here. These days we have 23." Nancy's arm fell to her side and she stopped speaking. "Back when all of this started, a lot of the more physically fit members of the tribe -- including most of the men -- wanted to go check on the other nearby reservations. See if they were safe. See if maybe we could pool our resources together to fight this thing. They wanted to do everything they could." Winona added solemnly. "They... they never came back. That's why there are only a couple men still around. And it's why so many of our houses are just empty." "We don't mind letting you use some of these houses to stay in for the time being, but we do ask that you respect what the houses and what is inside of them." Nancy seemed to have recovered. "All of us knew and respected the people that once lived here. We hope that you will respect them too." Willow frowned after hearing the story. Billy's hardened behavior suddenly made a little more sense to her. After a hit like that, he was probably struggling to not only keep the community alive but also keep morale high. As the elder, he carried the burden of keeping these people safe and fed. And she suspected the man was too prideful to share that burden with anyone else. "Why not go join up with Saxon's group then?" Willow asked out of curiosity. "They said they were in contact with you. They seem like good people, I am sure they would have taken you guys in." "They offered." Nancy said. "But Billy... he doesn't really trust white people. He didn't want to put us in a situation where we would be reliant on them. He figured we were better off relying on ourselves and nobody else. And, no offense intended, most of us agree with him on that. This land is all we have left; we aren't about to abandon the only thing your country every gave us, no matter how insignificant it is." "She really means no offense." Winona made sure to reiterate. "It's not a personal thing, just a, uhh- ow, what was that for Brie?" Winona's change of thought was attributed directly to the other younger woman slapping her over the back of the head. "Because they already know that." The younger woman, presumably the Brianna that Willow heard over the radio, responded. "Also, don't be so melodramatic, I didn't even hit you that hard." The two young women smirked at each other and quietly chuckled among themselves. Edited by Make-7-Up-Yours, Apr 29 2018, 11:36 PM.
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 30 2018, 10:13 PM Post #4198 |
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Hank and his family had filed out of the car and were looking around the lightly-snow covered area. Annie and Connor were too, as was Emmett – but his looking seemed less curious, more steely-eyed and tactical. Seeing his seriousness of purpose made Hank remember that the situation was still dire. “We should probably get settled in,” he interrupted Nancy and Brianna’s banter. He didn’t chime in on their conversation about staying isolated here in Battle Mountain. It didn’t seem to him to be a good idea – he hated to think of the New Dawn discovering them here, only 20-something strong, most of them women – but he wasn’t about to argue with tradition, and Emily had explained the danger, so they knew the risks. “And then we need to see Billy again right away,” Annie added. “Our friend is still missing. And I know you’re worried about your people too. Hank nodded his agreement. He had decided on the car ride over that this conflict was not something he could sit out or shy away from. Antonio was a good man, quite possibly the best among them, and if anybody outside his immediate family deserved his commitment it was him. He would be among the group that went searching for him. Edited by DoctorYerishi, Jun 20 2018, 12:38 AM.
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 1 2018, 02:08 AM Post #4199 |
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Nancy nodded knowingly at Hank's comments. "Of course. Follow me, we'll get you settled in." Nancy motioned down the road before leading the way. The sky was still cloudy and the air still brisk; Willow could still see her breath rising into the air every time she exhaled. She was more than used to it due to her time in New York and Ontario conditioning her to freezing temperatures; and unsurprisingly the Shoshone on the reservation seemed equally unperturbed by it. Still, she was glad that she was wearing a coat right about now. They didn't travel long down the road -- Eagle Drive, as Nancy referred to it -- before it split into two separate roads. These two roads split and went a short ways in their respective directions before abruptly ending; a third road connected them on the far end, forming a circle. Along the outer edges of the roads were houses; all of them surprisingly small and in desperate need of a little TLC. Inside of the circle of roads was a large, flat field. Even if the thin layer of snow blanketing it disappeared, Willow doubted that anything would be growing underneath it. The only things on the field were a few barren trees along the perimeter and what appeared to be a basketball court with four whole baskets on it. Why these people would stay here over staying with Saxon was completely beyond Willow; their principles were good and all, but the casino was so much nicer. As was the hospital with its electricity and running water. This just seemed completely underwhelming by comparison. Of course, she didn't say anything. She merely glanced at Brandon, who was by her side, and wished that she could do more to help him. But after making her limp worse in that fight earlier, she doubted she'd even be able to give him a shoulder to lean on. "The fence looked pretty new. I'm guessing that wasn't always there." Willow made casual conversation. "It was not." Nancy explained, as she led the group down the left street. "When it became clear that help wasn't coming, the remaining community came together to protect this place. We used lumber that we took from the drilling supplier back in town to make it." "Is it clear how these guys got into your community then? The ones that took Laurie?" Willow asked the obvious question. "I... I don't know. There weren't any signs of someone breaking into the fence. While it's tall and sturdy enough to stop a wendigo from trying to break in, a healthy human would be able to just jump it, which is what everyone suspects at the moment." Nancy explained what she knew. Willow nodded her head at the information. Nancy seemed sincere, but the pink-haired woman wasn't sure she could be trusted. There were still far too many things that didn't make sense about this. Now wasn't the time to grill her about it though, so she tucked the information away in the back of her head for later. A minute or two later, Nancy stopped walking and held her hand out toward four houses in the corner of the reservation. One was painted blue, the next was yellow, the third one white, and the final one was painted orange. Willow guessed that these houses were likely two bed and one bath. Not that the bathroom would help them any without running water. "The couples that lived in these four houses were among those that left and did not return." Nancy explained. "Nobody else has moved in during that time. Again, you are free to use them, but please respect the belongings you find inside." "Just so we aren't asking later, where are the bathrooms around here?" Willow asked. Nancy pointed to a small field beyond the fourth house. Willow craned her neck and noticed a few wooden outhouses lined up along the back wall of the community. She wasn't sure if she should be glad or upset that the bathrooms were right around the corner from them. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 1 2018, 05:27 AM Post #4200 |
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Hank regretted how things ended with Saxon and his people, because it meant there was no chance he and his family could settle down there. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t harbour the same regrets once they were done at the reservation. It was fine, basically – definitely much better than the wilderness – but he didn’t see the same potential he saw in Elko, or in Salt Lake City before the denizens turned out to be crazy. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking like that, though, so he stopped. There were more important concerns, and it’s not like sticking around was ever going to be an option. “We’ll be respectful,” he said. “Like I told Mr. Church, we don’t plan on overstaying our welcome.” “We’ll take the orange house for now,” Riley cut in. Without prompting, she started walking in that direction, leading CJ by the hand and waving for Ruby to follow. She stopped after a few steps – it occurred to her, maybe, that she was dealing with new people who hadn’t earned her curtness just yet. “Um, thank you,” she said, flashing her the briefest and politest of smiles before heading off again. “Seriously,” Hank added. “I know you went to bat for us with Mr. Church. It’s appreciated.” |
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