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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 6 2015, 01:15 PM Post #451 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jeff nodded, psyching himself up. He had better want to give it a try. He's the one that asked to come along so he could have this opportunity to learn something. "Let's do it," he said. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 6 2015, 02:06 PM Post #452 |
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Is that so?
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Hunting required more work than Kelsey had originally been led to believe. However, she was ready for it. She knew she had a lot to make up for; what happened to mom had been her fault. Nobody said anything about it to her, but she knew. It was obvious. She had gotten bit by one of those things while saving her and dad tried to hide it to make her feel better. She really wanted to make this work, she didn't want the same thing to happen to dad. And she felt like she was doing a good job of hiding that behind a slightly forced, but carefree, demeanor. "Okay. Let's do it!" Again she found herself repeating Jeff. "Just don't miss, Jeff." Willow teased him a little more. "I'm hungry as fuuuuu-" She trailed off. "Were you going to say fuck?" Kelsey asked. "That's a bad word." "No. I was going to say fudge." Willow shifted uncomfortably at the blatant lie. "Hungry as fudge." ********** Maxwell recoiled slightly from Eli and rose his hands innocently; "Look, I apologize I meant no offense. I have simply never been very good at the whole social interaction thing. I am just trying to be friendly. And everyone else is already preoccupied." |
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| Strompy | Mar 6 2015, 06:03 PM Post #453 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Okay then, Kelsey, Willow, we need to find big sticks. We're gonna go around to the other side and then from different angles we're going to start kicking, whacking, poking, and yelling. Hopefully that'll spook them right at Jeff. Don't go into the thicket though, you're just asking for a tick bite if you do that." Brandon laid out the plan. Once the three of them were in position he gave them a nod. With a big overhead he brought his stick down on the bushes in front if him. "YAAA!" he began making a ruckus. He jabbed the stick into the bushes, continuing to yell and kick and stomp. He grinned and laughed as they did so, without context they would have looked pretty stupid. Movement tohis rihht caused him to stop, between he and Willow one of the rabbits bolted from cover towards the tree line, likely in the direction ofits warren. On the otherside of the thicket however the other had decided to go further afield. It broke cover running slightly diagonal to Jeff's hidden position. ... "Come on guys, just relax, huh? Let's see what we've got here." she said drawing here pistol and waiting for Eli to open the door for her. She came Eli a little nod as he did so, gentlemanly. Inside was pretty much what she expected, bunch of dusty tools. There was nylon rope, power tools, manual tools, and some jerry cans. She gave them a tap with her foot, one empty, one not empty. She gave a pleased little coo as she spotted a very sharp axe on the bench, and behind it a chainsaw. "Groovy." she said approvingly as she ran her hand lightly over it. "You guys find anything good?" she asked picking up the axe and inspecting the blade. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 7 2015, 04:21 AM Post #454 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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POW! POW-POW! Three shots, three misses. Jeff could see the bullets kick up dirt and grass in the rabbit's wake, as it bolted in long leaps in front of and away from him. He narrowed his eyes, incredibly annoyed at both the woodland creature and himself. Moreso himself. "Goddamnit!" Jeff cursed, crawling up from his hidden position. "Goddamnit, I'm sorry." * * * Eli looked around the dusty shed, squinting his eyes. Pretty much what he envisioned, which was actually a relief. "Still looking," he responded to Julie as he looked over the opposite side of the shed as her. He paused his search long enough to pick up a hammer, then a spanner, then a simple slotted screwdriver, feeling them out. He was just talking about these kind of simple tools could come in handy. Plus, if it came down to it, they were all hefty enough to take out a rotter. He contemplated whether or not they'd be worth weighing down his backpack with. He decided they were, and stuck the handles in his pocket for now. He paused in place for a moment after that, and his expression soured. Not too far off, he could swear he was hearing gunshots. Hopefully that meant the hunting party was doing well. After what happened yesterday, though, the sound took him to a dark place. He tried to hide it, but he was only a pretty good actor at best. |
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| Strompy | Mar 7 2015, 09:10 AM Post #455 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"That was always gonna be a hard shot. Now you have an idea of how your rounds travel. It's not something you can be taught, just something you have to get a feel for." Brandon said simply. It wouldn't be right to say something too sympathetic or encouraging. That would just seem condescending and hurt his confidence, considering Brandon was younger than him. Brandon scanned the area around them. The sun was out and the tracks were gone now, they'd just have to be keen enough to spot their food before it spotted them. "Probably a few more around here, and plenty of hours left in the day. Let's keep going. If we don't find any promising signs in the next two hours or so we'll head back." he said, slinging the two dead rabbits over his shoulder. He beckoned for Kelsey and Jeff to lead the way, falling in behind them with Willow. Any direction they picked was as good as the next since they had no trails to follow. Brandon leaned to able to whisper his words. "How are you holding up after yesterday?" he inquired. ... "Well, that's some tools and gas. Not a bad find. Max. Ax." Julie said handing the imposing weapon to him. Next stop was the garage. As Julie approached, something in the backyard caught her eye. It was three wooden crucifixes, each belonging to a grave. One was over five feet but the others... they were children s graves. Marie, loving wife, devoted mother. Peter, beloved son. Emily, beloved daughter. She turned her gaze away from them and instead focused on the garage. She tugged on the door, but was again hampered by her broken wrist in getting it open. She sighed and stepped aside for the others to the work. Drawing her pistol just like before. The door was stiff but it budged, once over halfway it flipped open quickly to reveal a sight that made Julie start. Hanging from its neck was a rotter. Male, not dead for too long by the look of it. The rope was tight around its neck, crushing it's throat tight as it flailed, its milky eyes bulging as it reached for human flesh. Julie turned away from the sight of Mr. M Russel and left the mess to the others. Walking away for a moment to compose herself. The thing hadn't made a sound, due to the rope around its neck. Even sedate rotters made constant noise, seeing this quiet one hanging there with its eyes so focused utterly incapable of doing anything. It was rare to be able to see them so close without the concern of survival taking up all her thoughts. Seeing this one it struck her just how pathetic these things were. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 7 2015, 05:56 PM Post #456 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jeff accepted Brandon's encouragement with a frown, then started walking again per his instructions. He ended up in lockstep with Kelsey, who seemed to be in an unlikely good mood. Emotionally, this girl was pretty goddamn resilient. "So you're chipper," Jeff said to her, not really considering if she knew that word or not. "This stuff doesn't gross you out?" * * * "Well fuck," Eli said flatly, just as soon as he was sure the rotter hanging there wasn't an immediate threat. Between this sight and the disturbed ground outside, he had learned more about what happened here than he wanted to. That knowledge hadn't done much to lift to his spirits. "I got it," he said sadly, holding up a hand to indicate that Julie and Maxwell should stay back. He looked around the garage for a stool, with no luck. There was a red cooler though by the back, that would do. Eli strafed around the hanging rotter. Its hands followed him, clawing desperately but uselessly in his direction. When Eli reached the cooler, he tapped it with his foot to feel the weight. It felt empty, so he kicked it towards the rotter. He drew his knife before stepping up on it, close enough to the rotter to feel its hands batting at his already-grimy t-shirt -- he had taken off both the hoodie and the button-down before going to sleep, storing them in his new gym bag. Eli did his best to steady himself on his injured ankle. He grabbed the rotter by its own shirt for leverage, and raised his hand. He stabbed forward. His knife pierced the rotter's brain and stopped its grasping, but his foot slipped forward, sending the cooler sliding backwards. Oof. He fell onto his chest and groaned. His knife remained in the rotter's forehead. The rotter -- now dead for good -- swung left and right on his noose. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 7 2015, 06:54 PM Post #457 |
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Is that so?
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"I don't know." Willow leaned over and whispered back to Brandon. She gingerly touched the bandage on her forehead and recalled the events of yesterday. Or as much as she could. It all seemed like a blur; like a dream that haunted her thoughts, but wouldn't go away. She remembered everything she did, but it didn't feel until she felt her wounds, which stayed with her like physical trophies to prove that it really wasn't all a dream. That is was all real. "I try not to think about it, but it isn't so easy. Every time I look through the scope of this thing, I see the faces of those guys I shot. I think of Mac. I think of how close we all came to dying." Willow slowly shook her head. "One hell of a wake up call, huh? Even the rotters don't feel that scary anymore." ********** "It used to." Kelsey admitted. "Before we ran into you guys at Mount Kisco, we saw a lot of dead bodies, some of them were people we knew. It was scary and stuff, but after a while I got used to it." She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jeans and looked at the ground; she didn't see any more tracks yet. "Everyone just seems so sad and depressed these days. I don't want people to be sad anymore, so I smile." Kelsey gave Jeff a genuine smile. "It's the only thing I can do and it makes people feel better." ********** "That is just... grotesque." Maxwell cringed at the dangling walker. When he was certain the walker was dead for good, he put the axe down and, with some difficulty, knelt over to help Eli back to his feet. "I would recommend not trying something like that with an injured ankle in the future." He warned. "You could make the injury worse. Take it from me when I tell you how debilitating it is to have a badly injured leg out there." *********** Randall sat on the bed inside the master bedroom, his shirt removed and crumpled up nearby as Glenda was cleaning out the wound on his shoulder. She had found a lot of cotton balls in the bathroom and was using those in tandem with some disinfectant to clean the wound out. It hurt like all hell, but Randall just bit his lip through the worst of it. "You should be glad you had me look at this." Glenda sounded like she was scolding him. "Not only is it deep, but you have dirt and shreds of clothing in this wound. This could have easily gotten infected if left untreated. And it would have looked stupid if you died to something like that." "Jeez, that's pretty harsh." Randall recoiled slightly. "That's unlike you. I guess losing Mac even has you off kilter, huh?" "That could have easily been any of us. Or even more of us." She told him. "And then you let this Maxwell guy join us? I don't like him, Randall. I trust you, but I don't like him." "He's harmless." Randall sighed. "What else was I supposed to do, just leave him there? That wouldn't have felt right." "I just worry that you are too soft sometimes, Randall." Glenda frowned. "I don't want to lose more people I care about." |
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| Strompy | Mar 7 2015, 08:39 PM Post #458 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"I know what you mean. I can't wrap my head around how easy it was for those people to turn on other people. It hasn't been that long and they're already... I realize how lucky my family and I were. It makes me wonder about Julie, she seems to have gone through this sort of thing before. Maybe that's why she seems to be less affected." Brandon mused. This wasn't really the sort of thing he wanted to talk about with her. He liked the chance to talk to her about anything else really, but nothing else came to mind. He could talk sports, movies or music for hours, but they didn't exist in this world and try as he might he couldn't stop what happened the day before from occupying most of his thoughts. "I really did mean what I said yesterday. About what you did at the border, I know it was hard, but you did the right thing. And then going to the fort? That was really brave. You're a badass. Thank you." he said with a sudden realization. Of course he was thinking about her. She's his type. He always liked the badasses, the tough chicks. The first girl he had a crush on was Emily Mableson. He was a little small in elementary school and Rick Holby decided to give him a hard time. The first time he noticed Emily was when she came to his rescue and shoved Rick on his ass and hit him in the head with her bag. Rick cried. They laughed and Brandon fell in love with her. They spent almost everyday together after that and Brandon realized she liked him back. Her family moved away though, and Brandon felt a pang of loss as he thought about Emily and that she was most likely dead now. ... "Can somebody cut him down? It just... doesn't feel right leaving this one swinging there forever." Julie asked, referring to the rotter as him rather than it, strangely. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 8 2015, 01:45 AM Post #459 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jeff looked down at Kelsey, impressed. The kid was mature beyond her years, and more than that she was right. This little exchange had already taken the edge off his frustration. "When I grow up, I hope I'm as tough as you, Kels," he said, and kept walking. * * * "Thanks," Eli said to Maxwell as he helped him up. "And your point is... well taken. I'll be careful." He decided to make just a little bit of an effort, even though the bespectacled man and his story still didn't sit right with him. "I got this, though," he nodded to the dead rotter, dangling limply with Eli's knife in its head. "Just spot me, okay?" He picked up the axe from the ground, and limped back over to the cooler. He bent over to slide it back into place, then took a tentative stop back on top of it. "Keep it steady," he instructed as he stared forward at the rotter and frowned. With his free hand, he grabbed the rope. With his other hand, he choked up on the axe's handle so he was holding it pretty close to the blade. He took a tight, controlled swing at the tense rope. Then another. Then another. Eventually, he cut through it without another incident, and the rotter fell, first onto its knees, then immediately onto its stomach. Eli handed the axe back to Maxwell before climbing back down. He stared at the back of the rotters head for a few moments, still frowning, before forcing his expression back to neutral. "I'm gonna lay down for a bit," he said to the others. "I'll be inside, just, uh, come get me if you need me." With that, he headed slowly out the garage and back towards the house. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 8 2015, 02:23 AM Post #460 |
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Is that so?
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Willow felt her face light on fire at the compliment. She didn't need a mirror to know she had turned as red as a tomato. This was not the first time she had been called brave or a badass, but it was the first time it had flustered her quite to this degree. Maybe it just had something to do with the fact that the compliment was coming from a man who, objectively speaking, was hot. She quickly averted her eyes to the ground, hoping he wouldn't be able to get a good look at her face. "Th-th-that's too much. Too much praise, I mean. I don't deserve it." She frowned; although her face was still burning up, her thoughts were coming back together coherently. "Or maybe I am just not used to it. I sure as hell didn't feel badass when everything was happening. I wanted to cry, I wanted to run away, I wanted to do anything except what I was actually doing. Mac told me that was what made me brave, but it's hard to feel brave or badass when you are practically peeing your pants in terror." Willow fell silent for a few moments, but the frown eventually disappeared and was replace with a soft smile. "But thanks. I appreciate the vote of confidence. Maybe one day, I'll be badass enough to keep shooting after getting shot in the gut. Hopefully that day shows up later rather than sooner though." She shot him a sympathetic glance. "It's impressive you can even walk. I'd tell you to go back to the house and get some rest if any of us knew how to hunt." *********** "If it makes you feel any better." Kelsey added as Jeff fell silent. "I missed my first target 5 times. And it wasn't even moving." She paused and placed a finger on her chin. "Or was it 6 times? I don't remember. I don't think I will be a good shooter. I bet you could be pretty good though; you almost got him!" ************ "W-well... I suppose that is progress." Maxwell added after Eli was gone. It was no mystery Eli did not like him, but then again that was also true of Glenda and probably a few others. It wasn't a matter of winning them over so much as it was a matter of survival. One could not live alone out there for long and these people were the first he met that didn't want to splatter him all over the wall. Or at least would ask his opinion of said splattering first, which was more than Maxwell could really ask for. "You know, I think I've had my share of excitement as well." He told Julie. "My leg is bothering me anyway, I might go find somewhere nice to sit down and enjoy the air. As it turns out, hiding in a dumpster for several hours gives one a new appreciation of fresh air." |
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| Strompy | Mar 8 2015, 08:03 AM Post #461 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon gave a wry smile at the repaid compliment. "Mac was right about that though, that is bravery. You're not giving yourself enough credit. As for me getting shot, I got really lucky. When it happened I didn't have a lot of time to think about it, but after everything calmed down a little I was scared. Really really scared. It could easily have killed me. Other people have been through worse and kept going though. Also, I'm just trying to look cool right now, this actually really fucking hurts." he confessed with a grin. He gasped a little as something something caught his eye in the distance. "Holy shit! Get down!" he whispered to the others and slowly lowered into a crouch. "It's a deer. Over there, the treeline. See it?" he asked, moving in behind Willow to match his line of sight to hers and pointing over her shoulder. He directed her attention about 200 yards away, just within the treeline, towards a solitary grazing deer. It was a freakish stroke of luck, way too good to pass up. They had been downwind of it, and partially obscured while it was preoccupied. Brandon inhaled, and tried to focus. Being this close however he could smell Willow. Sweet Jesus He forced his mind on the task at hand. Willow was a good shot but he didn't know if she could pull off a shot at this distance. "Think you can take it?" he asked, backing away. ... "Okay. I'll see if there's anything worth keeping here." Julie excused Max. Once he was out of sight, she sank down against the wall, completely deflated. She looked at Mr Russel for a while and tried not to imagine his pain. She didn't have much success. All this death, it was everywhere. There was so little life left, she wondered what the point of going on was sometimes. How long would it be before she ended up like Mr Russel? "Fuck it." she cursed, deciding something. She didn't care what he thought about it, or her. It was a matter of need. Julie walked back into the house in search of Eli. She found him in one of the bedrooms, just lying on top of the covers. Something had been up with him since they came back from the fort, he seemed kind of far away. Maybe he'd understand. She came in and closed the door behind her, locking it. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 8 2015, 12:15 PM Post #462 |
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Is that so?
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"That's kinda a long range shot... I'm not sure." Willow's stomach audibly growled. "But a deer sounds delicious." The truth is, she had never shot at anything that far away before. She knew how it worked in theory from Glenda's lessons, but theory and practice were two different beasts. It was relatively easy to shoot something at close range; you just lined up the sights and pulled the trigger. That was all she had done. But at farther ranges, one had to take in both the arc of the bullet and the wind. Two things she was not familiar with doing. Of course, she was going to try regardless. She slowly lined up the shot. Her entire body shivered when her brain decided to conveniently remind her of yesterday; flashbacks of those guys she had shot invaded her consciousness. This is a deer! She forced that thought into herself and, slowly, the flashbacks faded. Willow wasn't sure how she was going to cope with shooting another human if she had to. She adjusted her sights; they were downwind and a little far away, she wasn't very good at telling distances yet, but Brandon informed her it was about 200 yards. With a little bit of Brandon's advice, she lined up a shot she thought looked good, exhaled, and pulled the trigger. BANG! The shot did not go as expected. Willow had been aiming for it's chest, but her arc had apparently been off. The bullet did not impact the chest cavity, rather it went low and to the right so that the bullet slammed into the lower chest, near the front legs, of the deer. "Fudge!" She 'cursed'. Yet instead of running, the deer thrashed briefly before it fell forward onto the ground, leaving Willow speechless. "Wait, how did that happen?" She was too confused to celebrate. "Did I hit the heart? There's no way my luck is that good." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 8 2015, 12:28 PM Post #463 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jeff stayed low, but his eyes lit up with amazement. Seeing the dear go down was more exciting than distressing -- maybe it was because it was more obviously food, and the idea of cooked meat was seeming more and more real to him by the second. "Maybe it is!" he responded to Willow unprompted, then addressed Brandon. "Hey blondie, any reason we shouldn't run right over there and make sure that thing is dead? Venison is sounding pretty goddamn good right now." * * * Eli was staring at the wallpaper when Julie entered, and it took him a moment to snap out of his own thoughts and turn to look at her. He heard the door lock by the time he did, and somewhere in the back of his mind he must have known what that meant, but the light bulb didn't immediately turn on. Instead, his expression was contemplative when he addressed her. He swung around so he was sitting on the side of the bed. "Hey Julie, can I ask you a question that might bring you down? An' listen, I'll take no for an answer." |
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| Strompy | Mar 8 2015, 05:23 PM Post #464 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"That was..." Brandon struggled for words. He shook his head in response to Jeff and got his feet slowly. Jeff and Kelsey unconsciously decided they were going to race and took off towards their prize. I'm going to marry this woman. "I want you." he said dumbly. He hadn't meant to say it. If this were before the outbreak he would have chatted her up, never showing his hand so blatantly. If it was that they didn't have time for niceties now or that he just didn't care to hide it, he didn't know. He wanted her. In more ways than one. Kyle would have told him he was making a mistake. Several times Kyle had fruitlessly warned him not to pursue chicks that "gave off crazy". One of his rules; colorful hair. Women with colorful hair were either genuinely alternative which meant they probably had weird hangups and neuroses, maybe a fucked up childhood and crippling self-esteem issues that they hide by at least looking like they're confident. Or they're not genuinely alternative and are just really superficial, which means they're bangable but not date-able (especially if they're also hot). Brandon wondered if that irony was intentional. "I want you." he repeated, this time with a calm conviction. ... "No. No talking. I want to fuck. Right now." Julie said in a business like tone. "No strings attached. You wanna talk after? Fine. For now, forget whatever shit you've got going on and fuck me. I need something good right now." she said almost imperiously standing at the foot of the bed with her hand on her hip. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 8 2015, 07:14 PM Post #465 |
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Is that so?
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As she approached the deer, Kelsey felt a pang of remorse for the creature. But at the same time, she also felt hungry. Apart from their meal yesterday morning, there had been more snacking since then than anything else. And she was ready for an actual meal. Of course, the actual process of turning an animal into edible meat was still a mystery to her, but she knew Glenda could probably do it. And Brandon too, probably. She picked up a long and pointy stick off the ground and poked the limp animal a few times. It remained unresponsive. She didn't see it breathing either. She came to the conclusion that the deer was quite dead. "So, uhh... how are we going to get this thing back to everyone else anyway?" She turned her head to look up at Jeff. "This thing weighs a ton, doesn't it? And Brandon is hurt pretty bad, even though he doesn't want to show it." ********** This time, Willow couldn't hide her face. Not because she didn't want to look away and hide her face as it erupted into proverbial flames again, but because she couldn't. She turned to look at Brandon; she needed to see his face. It was serious. Dead serious. And he was talking about exactly what she thought he was talking about. She wished she hadn't left that fedora back at the house, it would do a great job of hiding her face right now. But try as she might, she couldn't divert her eyes from him. She took a deep breath, a loud and nervous gulp, and then started talking as calmly as she could. "I-I don't think you do." She awkwardly admitted. "I still have my V-card; it would just be a messy experience that nobody would walk away happy from. There's also the low self-esteem and the crippling anxiety -- there really isn't all that much special about me. You could do a lot better." ********** "I think you're pretty soft too." Randall retorted to Glenda. "You let Julie in, even after she nearly shot Brandon's head off. I trusted your judgment on that call. Granted, she is a little less... odd... than Maxwell is." "She's also a woman." Glenda added. "Well, I think women can be just as dangerous these days. For all we know, she could be locked up with Eli or Brandon somewhere and trying to seduce them with her feminine wi-aaaiiee!" Randall let out a quick shriek. A sharp pain shot through the shoulder Glenda was working on. He glanced over and noticed she was holding a decent sized shred of his shirt; torn and covered in blood. Presumably she had just pulled that thing out of the wound. "Sorry." Glenda curtly apologized. "You meant to do that, didn't you?" Randall sighed. "Of course not." She denied the accusation calmly. "That was just embedded pretty deep down there and I needed to remove it. That was the last of it though, so I can start wrapping this up. Besides, I am pretty good at reading people. I think Julie is harmless, but something just seems off about Maxwell. It's like he isn't all there, it's hard to explain. His eyes just look... empty. I am not asking you to kick him out on my gut feeling, I just want you to keep an eye on him is all." She held the gauze pads on the wound as she applied the adhesive around them to keep it in place. "Don't worry, I will." Randall gave his exacerbated agreement. "I don't remember you worrying this much back at the lodge though." "We were also safer back at the lodge." "Not as safe as we would like." Randall observed Glenda's handiwork. His shoulder still stung, but it felt better. Maybe it was just the fact that he knew it was cleaned out and less likely to get infected now. It had been a deep wound, but there wasn't much else anyone could do other than clean it up, patch it up, and wait for the recovery. He wouldn't be able to take full advantage of his right arm for a while, but all things considered, he was thankful he got away from all that as intact as he did. "And Glenda." He added. "Thanks for keeping me in line. I need that sometimes." |
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