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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 11 2015, 12:36 PM Post #496 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"You know I don't," Eli said in a serious tone, his arms still folded. For his part, Jeff gave an exaggerated shrug. "Sounds good to me, boss-man," he said. "I'm ready whenever." |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 11 2015, 07:27 PM Post #497 |
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Is that so?
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"Alright then." Randall let out a relieved sigh. The place was nice, but he did want to keep moving. It was a dangerous world out here now. And Canada seemed to be far more lively than he wanted to believe. Less than 24 hours in the country and they had run into at least thee groups (counting Maxwell as a 'group') and possibly heard a fourth. After the incident at the border, it was unnerving to think there could be so many people around. The thought sent a chill down his spine. The sooner they were on the road to Chicago, the better. With that matter adjourned, Randall dismissed the meeting. Back outside, Randall found that Willow and Kelsey had decided to try and help Brandon prepare the meat they procured. With a little help from Glenda, she guided the three of them through the process of making a stew out of it, aided by some water and a few carrots and potatoes she found nestled away in the house. Randall was, once again, thoroughly impressed. Brandon looked like he knew what he was doing in the preparations but Willow and Kelsey both seemed a little lost; something that he mused at from a safe distance. Maybe it was just the month of subpar, mass produced canned food they'd had back at the lodge, but having yet another home-cooked meal, made with fresh meat to boot, was the best thing he could ask for. After one bite of the finished product, Randall fell in love all over again. At her core, Glenda really was a chef. Ever since she had taken over the cooking duties, she made use of whatever she could find to put together something that everyone loved. Whether it was just a simple meal of bacon and beans or a pot of freshly caught deer and rabbit stew, Randall was never disappointed. Apart from the obvious health and recovery benefits, it kept morale steady. Something they needed more than ever now. Thinking back, he was glad he brought Glenda along. But recently, he found his mind wandering to darker places; what if he lost her too? He didn't want to lose Glenda; he couldn't deny the budding feelings he was developing for her. Feelings that he knew Glenda shared, but would never voice due to respect for Elaine. The fact that he even thought of her in that way felt insulting to Elaine's memory, a pain still fresh in his heart. But maybe it was because the pain existed that he even thought such things in the first place. After drinking the last of the broth, he banished the thoughts from his head. Everybody looked up to him; he couldn't be weighing himself down now. "Alright everyone." Randall announced as everyone was finishing their meals. "We're leaving." ********** "So why do we want to stay on Highway 3, anyway?" Randall asked. He couldn't particularly argue too much. The small 2-lane road, one far too small for Randall to call it a proper highway, was fairly flat and scenic. The gentle turns of the road guided them through light forests, farmland, and the occasional small town. In another time, it would have made a relaxing drive; but today they navigated through the occasional crash and rotter, which was easy to do with so much flat surface on either side of the road. Willow had volunteered to drive with Glenda in Mac's truck so that Randall could take Maxwell with him in the Explorer. It was a decision that some were opposed to, but Randall could not deny the man's knowledge of the area would be helpful. He currently sat in the front seat, where Randall could keep a constant eye on him, with Kelsey having moved to the middle seats with Julie. That left Jeff, Eli, and Brandon squeezed in the back. "The 401, which runs north of and parallel to us is a much larger freeway, certainly, but that also runs the additional risk of running into people, car accidents, and rotters." Maxwell explained. "Furthermore, it runs near some very large cities like Brantford and London. The 3 is far less populated. If you want to get to Michigan, the best way is to probably follow the 3 until you pass London, and then swoop north to avoid Detroit." "That was a fairly large horde we passed a few towns back." Randall sighed. "At least two hundred. It's flat here, but we're exposed." They had been on the road for a little over two hours by now; the mid-afternoon sun guaranteed they still had a few comfortably hours of travel left. Roughly an hour ago, at a small town called Simcoe, they had encountered a sizable horde of rotters near the road. Thankfully, they were not directly on the highway itself, or else they would have been in trouble. But it reminded Randall that they could never be too cautious. It was why Randall had previously used the off roads to travel around the larger and more closed off towns. "But that's why this route is ideal!" Maxwell countered. "Imagine encountering something like that on a closed freeway. You would either have to go through it or go back. On a road like this, we have the freedom to drive around it." "But you probably wouldn't find a horde on a closed off freeway." Randall countered. "Probably is not an absolute." Maxwell affirmed. "Furthermore, car accidents and other hazards also become far more difficult to circumvent. That isn't even to mention the possibility of armed humans." "Alright, alright." Randall ceded. "You have a strong argument." Suddenly, as it sometimes did, a second lane appeared in each side of the road, branching it out into 4 lanes total. Up ahead, there looked to be a relatively large town coming into view. A sign on the side of the road read 'Aylmer'. "Shit, is there any way around this town?" Randall thought out loud. "To my memory, no. Not unless we turn back. But..." "But what?" Randall interrupted. "Aylmer is home to the Ontario Police College." Maxwell explained. "I believe I overheard someone talking about ammunition being a concern. Assuming the place is still standing, then it might be a good place to stock up." Randall pursed his lips. It was a risk. One that felt almost unnecessary, but he couldn't deny the importance of ammunition and weapons after all that they lost back at the border. Not to mention if the plan was to go through Michigan, it might be best to stock up while they were still somewhere rural. "Hey, Eli." Randall interrupted whatever he and Jeff had been discussing, but he wanted a second opinion. "Do you remember how we are looking for food and supplies?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 11 2015, 08:06 PM Post #498 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli frowned slightly as he considered the question. He really didn't want to stop again so soon, but whomever Maxwell overheard was right. A fair amount of the .45 ACP rounds had been stored in the truck, so Eli had a few magazines-worth left for himself. The other ammo stores had taken pretty substantial hits when the old SUV crashed, though. "Gotta admit I haven't been keeping close track," he said. "My guess, though, is we got enough food to be get us to Chicago and back to Kisco, even if the trip drags a couple days. Maybe not so much water. Ammo's a bit trickier. A lot of it was in the Suburban." |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 11 2015, 08:39 PM Post #499 |
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Is that so?
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"Well, what do you know about the boy?" Glenda mused from behind the driver's seat. "I don't really know anything about him to be honest." Willow rubbed her eyes. "I just know that he's hot and interested in me. And I think he's a pretty good guy. I mean, that's more than I could ask for already, isn't it? But this is more than I am used to, you know? God, I wish I had that weed right now! What do you think?" She turned to Glenda, but her eyes never left the street for even a moment. Willow wasn't sure what to think of anything, least of all, this. From an aesthetic perspective, nothing was wrong with Brandon at all. But that wasn't her concern; it was that there was a lot she didn't know about him. How could he have feelings like that for her when they hardly knew each other? She hoped that Glenda would say something magical that would reassure her that everything was okay and that it was safe to pursue. But instead she simply sat there, looking at the road ahead. "My opinion on Brandon is hardly relevant." Glenda explained casually. "All that matters is your opinion. If you don't know anything about him, maybe you should try talking to him a little bit? This is hardly rocket science, Willow. Ask him questions, tell him a secret!" "Like what?" Glenda smirked knowingly; "I bet he'd love to know your real name." "I don't even like my real name!" "That isn't the point, Willow. In order to make it work, you gotta give a little. Sex and relationships are a game that you have to pay to play. If you wanna do the horizontal tango with that boy, you gotta woman up and pay the admission fee. And sometimes that admission fee is a little sweet talking, personal info, and an embarrassing secret or two. And trust." Willow's face turned flushed even at the thought. Before she could think of a proper rebuttal, the Explorer came to a slow stop ahead of them. ********** Everything looked quiet, so Randall figured this was as good a place to stop and ask for a poll as any other. He didn't relish the idea of stopping again so quickly, but the need for supplies was real. And he wanted to make sure everyone was on board before advancing. After what happened at the border, he didn't want to make a call by himself that would endanger the others without their consent. It was partly because he didn't trust himself fully to make a call of that magnitude right now, and partly because it was a way of taking the blame off himself were something to happen. Glenda and Willow approached the driver's side door. "What's going on?" Glenda asked through the open window. "I want to take a poll here." Randall announced. "There is a police college in this town. Considering we just lost a few guns and almost all of our ammunition, this gives us a chance to stock up before heading into Michigan. I know it's a risk, but after what happened at the border, I don't think it hurts to be prepared. Not to mention we could probably salvage some gas and maybe even some water if we are lucky. It's a small town, this may be our best chance to look for a while. But we won't go if most of you think it's too dangerous. What do you all think?" |
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| Strompy | Mar 11 2015, 09:53 PM Post #500 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Let's at least check it out. Willow and Glenda have the scopes, they can check it out from a distance for activity, if it looks quiet we have a closer look. We stay ready to book it at the drop of a hat. Two drivers stay with the cars, with an additional lookout and the rest of us get to work. Should be fine as long as we stay on our toes. We see anything that looks even remotely fishy we pass by." Brandon suggested. "I wouldn't mind stretching my legs at least. So I'm on board with that." Julie added with less gravity. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 12 2015, 01:33 AM Post #501 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"I like the sound of that too," Eli added from the backseat. He stared out the window at the forest -- like he had been doing for most of today's car trip, stopping only to glance once or twice around the car. Every time he got to Julie, he quickly looked away. He didn't want to see her staring and get the wrong idea. Their time together in the morning was a bright spot in a dark time, but hearing about that other group of hunters had pretty much restored his dark mood instantly. When he thought about them and the threat they posed, he thought about Evan. "At this rate, we're gonna get to Chitown sometime next year," Jeff said from beside him. "But whatever, let's do it." |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 12 2015, 02:35 AM Post #502 |
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Is that so?
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"If we ran out of bullets on the road, we'd be in trouble." Glenda agreed. "Even if I disagreed, it wouldn't make much of a difference." Willow shrugged. Randall couldn't help but notice her lack of enthusiasm. Not that he could blame her for that. It would no doubt be dangerous. Everything was these days. "Like Brandon said, we'll just scope the place out first." Randall informed everyone. "If it looks too dangerous, or inhabited, we won't risk the safety of our group." "It's actually fairly isolated." Maxwell further explained. "Pair that with the availability of firearms and it would be a decent place to weather this storm." Randall was not sure if that was a blessing or a curse at this point. But at the very least, they could use that isolation to their advantage. "We learned at the bridge not to expose ourselves needlessly. We'll play this one smart; we will park away from the main building and send a small group up with our scoped weapons to check the place out from a distance. If it is not inhabited, we will clear it out and take what we find as our own. If it is, we will move on." With everyone on the same page for the plan, Glenda and Willow returned to the truck and Randall put the Explorer back into drive. The familiar feeling of uneasiness crept into his stomach even as he considered the plan. It was something he had gotten used to experiencing, but not used to feeling. Randall was a simple man; he made houses for a living. This life of day-to-day survival was still new. "Alright, where is it?" Randall asked Maxwell. They were slowly entering the town; houses began to line each side of the street. Rotters, stumbling about the front yards of the houses, were drawn to the street as the pair of vehicles cautiously passed by. They were far too slow to catch anything, the vehicles already far beyond their grasp before their feet even connected with the street. "Well, thinking back on it, I believe it was the exit that we missed. The one prior to our conversation. But if you take the next right at Dingle Street, it should connect us back onto Hacienda." "Hehe." Kelsey stifled a chuckle from the back. "Dingle Street." Randall noticed a car lot on his left; the worn out signs were still advertising for cars that had long since been either broken into or stolen, leaving the lot as a shadow of its former self. It was an unusual sight. It did not give him much time to ponder though; the right turn that Maxwell spoke of came to very quickly afterwards. The 2-lane Dingle Street led through another inhabited area; but as with the previous one, most of the rotters were not close enough to the street to make much of an impact. One was, but Randall swiftly managed to navigate the car around it. A quick glance in the rear view and Randall witnessed Glenda plow into the rotter with the grace of a monster truck, splattering the undead abomination all over the road. That truck had plowed through a motor home and kept on going, Randall doubted the rotter put up that much resistance. "Look out!" In that brief moment that Randall had mused over Glenda turning a rotter into toothpaste, they had turned a slight corner that had hidden four or five more all standing in the road. "Shit!" Moreso out of instinct than out of concern for rotters, Randall spun the wheel to the side to the dodge the sudden obstruction. Everyone in the car was forcefully heaved to the side. WHAM! Despite the evasive maneuvers, he crashed into one rotter anyway and sideswiped another, leaving a small smattering of gore on the hood and windshield. But Randall did not stop the car. He simply straightened out the steering well and put his foot back on the gas, giving the rotters he had missed no time to retaliate. "Jesus." Randall gasped as he realigned the car on the road. "Sorry guys." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 12 2015, 03:07 AM Post #503 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli flinched at the impact. Beside him, Jeff's whole body shirked. It seemed they were both still sensitive to that kind of thing after flipping the SUV back at the bridge. "It's okay," Eli called out, a little unconvincingly. "Jesus is right!" Jeff yelled, clearly not up for being as stoic. "Keep your eyes on the road, dude." |
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| Strompy | Mar 12 2015, 03:53 AM Post #504 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Ow." Julie muttered gingerly cradling her wrist, which she instinctively tried to use to balance herself. Brandon was caught completely by surprise as his thoughts wandered and smacked his head as Randall compensated for the sharp turn. He rubbed his forehead, more thankful for the wake up than annoyed. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 12 2015, 04:53 AM Post #505 |
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Is that so?
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"Sorry, sorry." Randall apologized again in response to Jeff. Really, he felt pretty stupid about it. After all that talk about being prepared and taking no chances, he took his eyes off the road for two seconds and this is what happens. God dammit, Randall... Thankfully, the remainder of the trip went without incident. They reached their cross street and followed it north for a few miles. There were a few signs that highlighted the arrival of the Ontario Police College, but Randall was dismayed to find that this road was just as flat as the others. But even worse, it had almost no tree cover; to the left and right there were large patches of flat, seemingly abandoned farmland, which had long since become overgrown. His original plan of find a place nearby to park and hide had to be abandoned. "There it is..." Maxwell pointed ahead and to their right. Just beyond the farmstead they were traveling alongside, behind a thin veil of trees, Randall could make out an old, single story structure that was reddish in color. It was more sprawled out than Randall had anticipated it being; it looks like Maxwell had not been joking about his claim that this place was really old. Still, he hated being able to see the place from inside the Explorer, that meant they were visible from the college grounds, even if just barely. Thankfully, there was a small patch of trees at the corner of a 3-way crossroad that the college disappeared behind fairly quickly, which Randall took the liberty of pulling into as soon as he could. By a stroke of luck, a few abandoned cars rested in the same intersection, so when he parked nearby behind the trees, it would look like it was just part of the old wreckage to someone who was not actively paying attention. He wished he could hide the car farther from the road, but there weren't many other trees around. At least here, they were hidden from the college, which was the most important thing right now. As Randall turned off the SUV, Glenda pulled up alongside them in the truck and everyone got out. "We got a little closer than we wanted to be." Randall conceded. "I had no idea this place was so fucking flat." "I was not informed either; I have never personally been up here to lay witness to it." Maxwell admitted. "I have only heard of it. It is quite... exposed. All this farmland would lend itself well to spotting potential invaders though. Even the area surrounding the college proper is flat." Randall pointed down the small side road they now stood on; there were occasional batches of trees between the road and the college, but it was not steady by any stretch of the imagination. Frankly, there was no safe approach. "This road looks like it leads us down to an entrance. I want Willow to scope the place out as we approach; as well as anyone else that has a scope on their rifle." Randall couldn't remember if they still had any other scopes left, save for the .22. "I can't force anyone to come in with us; if you think you're too scared or injured to help, just say so and you can stay behind with the vehicles. If nobody wants to stay behind, we shouldn't be gone too long; with the cover of this car crash, the cars should be fine on their own for a short while." "Well, in that case, my leg is really killing me." Maxwell was quick to take Randall up on that offer. "I think I will just-" "No. You are coming with us." Randall curtly interrupted him. "We don't know if we can trust you just yet." "Oh, that is just as well, I suppose..." |
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| Strompy | Mar 12 2015, 07:09 AM Post #506 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"I'm coming this time." Brandon asserted, zipping up his jacket. He'd come to get a feel for just how hard he could push himself with his wound. Sprinting after that rabbit had hurt badly, but his stitches held. He may have to do some physical stuff but his body would tell him when to take it easy. "I figure it's my turn to help bring home the bacon." Julie announced a little reluctantly. She didn't know what kind of help she'd be one-handed, but it couldn't hurt to have an extra pair of eyes and ears in there at least. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 12 2015, 12:48 PM Post #507 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"I think we're still going to want a lookout," Eli answered for himself. "I don't know that we can afford to take any chances with the supplies we have left. Brandon suggested three, but I think one will do it. If things get out of control in either direction, it will only take one to start both cars, or honk a warning before it comes to that." "Well I'm going in," Jeff said quickly. "You guys should probably have at least one person who doesn't have any bullet holes or broken bones." The sentiment appeared almost noble, but Eli figured he just didn't want to be left alone. It was a lot of responsibility, and also kind of scary -- even if it might technically be safer. "I'll keep watch, if no one else wants to," Eli offered. "'s'probably my turn or something anyway." |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 12 2015, 01:13 PM Post #508 |
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Is that so?
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"Don't worry, Eli, I can hold down the fort here." Glenda quickly offered. "Don't you ever get bored of always being the one to babysit the supplies?" Randall mused jokingly. "Let Eli take over for once. If things get hairy, his injured ankle might slow him down." "I feel like there is an irony here..." Maxwell muttered. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 12 2015, 01:34 PM Post #509 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli opened his mouth to say something, but Jeff got to it first. "I don't know if it's ironic, tall guy, but it does sound kind of unfair," Jeff said. "That's life for you, though. I say we stop killing the daylight we got left and get going." Eli smirked a little, and hoped that was settled. Randall was right that the rest would do his ankle good. He knew from playing basketball that if he didn't make it worse, he should be rid of the pain in a couple days at most. "Sounds about right to me," he said. "You guys be careful in there. 'specially you, Brandon. Whatever you do, don't rip those stitches." Then he nodded at Julie. "And uh, careful with the wrist, chica," he said, affecting as casual a voice as he could. |
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| Strompy | Mar 12 2015, 06:07 PM Post #510 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Ah ah! Careful! Careful. Julie recalled a moment from earlier that morning with a little embarrassment. She had occasionally looked at Eli on the ride over when he was wasn't looking. For a guy who just got laid he seemed as tense as before. Was he unsure about this Chicago business? Did he want to bail and head north, like he originally planned? She had the same idea at first too. Was that what he wanted to talk to her about? Maybe she should have let him ask his question. Oh well. She knew there was stuff she might need to talk about. There was what happened with Kevin. Her concerns about her family in L.A. Kevin had been her boyfriend and she hadn't even talked to him about that. Maybe she misunderstood what she needed. Before she knew it she was tensing up again too. |
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