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| Strompy | Mar 19 2015, 11:55 PM Post #586 |
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"Fuck me..." Julie said in awe. There was no hesitation in complying after that show of force. She painfully raise her left hand and opened the door with her right. She rounded the car with her hands up, nodding for Kelsey to do the same. Not much choice in the matter. She knew better than to be thankful for the "rescue". Their history of mixed blessings and half-luck being what it was chances were they'd simply avoided the absolute worst outcome. Being eaten was worse than being shot. With a cold dread she reflected that this guy was huge. He could do practically anything he wanted with them. She'd rather die... Swallowing this new anxiety she cleared her throat. "So, Duck Dynasty, friend or foe?" She asked. ... "I'm not promising shit." Brandon refused the possibility. Randall never had to ask. There wasn't anything Brandon wouldn't do to keep her safe. With Randall unconscious he and Max cauterized his arm. The smell of singed flesh assailed them, he wondered if they'd held the blade there too long. Too late now. He did what he could to clean the wound with some spare clothes and the disinfectant. They released the tourniquet after they made up some makeshift bandaging and applied it. Brandon was confudent he wouldn't bleed out, but whether or not the bite still killed him was in God's hands now. "Any sign of the others yet?" he asked, wiping the sweat from his brow. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 20 2015, 12:17 AM Post #587 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli cringed at Randall's final words before he passed out, then the smell of burning flesh. He concentrated on the rear view mirror, watching as the wall of rotter flesh faded from view. "Not yet, but they can’t have gotten far,” he answered Brandon. He collapsed his head on the headrest and cringing again in frustration – with the situation they found themselves in, but also with himself. Much more with himself. If Randall didn't make it... he had no choice but to banish the thought. He couldn't even begin to think about how the group would possibly recover. “How’s he looking?” he asked cautiously, and he couldn't bring himself to glance back. * * * The man looked back at Julie through watery blue eyes, and didn’t outwardly react to her name or her question. He kept his Mac-10 trained on her as he backed up towards the trailer, ignoring the wail of a rotter, as it crawled slowly and fruitlessly in their direction. He held the gun with one hand just long to drag the back of the van open with the other. He nodded towards the opening when he was done. “Move,” he said, just as softly. “Both of you.” |
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| Strompy | Mar 20 2015, 12:49 AM Post #588 |
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"The border?" she asked with uncertainty. Could he be one of them? Why was he alone? What the fuck was this? "You're making a mistake. You're going to regret this decision." Julie assured him even as she complied. The way she saw it, by taking Kelsey he'd just signed his own death warrant. Randall would kill him. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 20 2015, 12:49 AM Post #589 |
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Is that so?
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"Hard to say..." Maxwell commented. "We just need to wait and see I think." It was hardly the reassuring response Willow was hoping for, at least. She tried to ignore it and focus on finding the red pick up truck. "Do you have any idea where they went?" Willow asked Eli from the driver's seat as she drove south down Hacienda, doing her best to ignore the smell of burning flesh from the ongoing cauterization. ********** Kelsey followed his instructions, as she didn't want Julie or herself to get hurt or killed. Best play along. But she did not like him. She paused before climbing into the back of the van and looked up at the rather large man. "You're not going to kill us, are you?" Kelsey boldly, but quietly, inquired. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 20 2015, 01:07 AM Post #590 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Again, the man was unresponsive to Julie. He just circled around her and Kelsey as they got into the back. He reached up to close the door on them when Kelsey asked her question. He paused, looking down at her. His eyes softened. "I don't want to," he said. He sounded raw and honest, because he was – but he couldn’t give them a no. He looked back up at Julie, then at the back of the truck, where a black sport bike motorcycle leaned between and its kickstand. "Don't touch the bike," he said, then he dragged the back closed, submerging them in darkness. |
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| Strompy | Mar 20 2015, 01:24 AM Post #591 |
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"Well shit..." Julie commented. At least he didn't get Glenda. She was safe inside the truck for now. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 20 2015, 02:04 AM Post #592 |
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Is that so?
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"Urrrg..." Glenda groaned. As consciousness returned to her, the first and most prominent sensation Glenda felt was a throbbing pain in her head. As her eyes fluttered open, although a little hazy, she could easily tell she was inside of the truck. "Kelsey...?" She murmured, suddenly remembering the crash. "Julie?" She slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position. Outside the truck, there were dead rotters. A LOT of them. It was like a small war had erupted and she had slept through it. And Kelsey and Julie were nowhere to be found. Her heart already started racing at the possibility of something big happening. What the hell happened? How long was I out? On the dashboard, a note from Julie. "I screwed up bad..." She groaned. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 20 2015, 03:10 AM Post #593 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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The Explorer arrived at the corner of Glencolin and Imperial, and Eli's eyes instantly fixed on the red truck in the middle of the street. The bumper looked even more screwed up now, somehow, and that set Eli's nerves alight. He didn't need to tell Willow to stop the car. As soon as she did, though, he jumped out. He could still clearly hear the horde in the background, their collective moans were not far enough away to describe as faint. They were no longer an immediate threat, but they were still much a problem. "Glenda!" Eli called out, drawing his pistol as a just-in-case measure. He approached the truck and peered inside, seeing only one form. His eyes narrowed. Another problem?! "Glenda!" he repeated. "What the hell!?" |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 20 2015, 03:21 AM Post #594 |
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Is that so?
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Glenda blinked a few times at the new form. No, not a new one... "Eli?" She paused and buried her face in her hands for a moment; half out of shame and half out of her splitting headache. "I screwed up, I'm sorry... I should have listened to you and just waited... Did you find Julie and Kelsey? Is everyone okay?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 20 2015, 03:28 AM Post #595 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli's eyes narrowed even further. Yeah, of course there was another problem. "They're not here!?" he asked, louder and more forcefully than necessary. He balled his fist and slammed it down on the hood of the truck. The stresses of today were compounding. They were staring to wear him down. He looked at Glenda -- she seemed shaken up, maybe injured. He tried to take it back a notch and remember she wasn't the enemy. "Randall was bit," he delivered the news bluntly. "Brandon cut off his hand to try'n stop the infection. We don't know if it worked yet. We're hoping. Right now, he's passed out in the back." He paused for just a beat to let that sink in. The chorus of groaning in the distance reminded him he didn't have much time to waste, however. He wanted to ask her what she meant by listening to him, and how she ended up looking dazed in a truck that seemed worse than the last time he saw it, when it already didn't look good. He decided against that for now, though. He moved right on to the most pressing issue. "Where did Kelsey and Julie go?" |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 20 2015, 03:41 AM Post #596 |
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Is that so?
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"The steering went out... we crashed into another truck and I blacked out." Glenda explained, handing the note from the dashboard to Eli. "I just woke up and found this here." Glenda buried her face in her hands again; this time purely out of shame. How could this have happened? How could she have been so stupid? Julie and Kelsey were missing now too? Would Randall even forgive her for this? Her mind was barraged with questions and doubts. But at the center of it all was one central thought; that she screwed up. Suddenly she lifted her head and looked at Eli. "Wait, did you say Randall got bit!?" |
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| Strompy | Mar 20 2015, 04:01 AM Post #597 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon perked up as Eli raised his voice. He told Max to keep an eye Randall, as he wasn't alrwady watching him like a hawk. He approached Eli and Glenda as they spoke. Julie and Kelsey were unaccounted for. Movement caught his eye. A rotter was dragging itself away from a mess in the middle of the road. Brandon finished it without ceremony. Something was very off about it though. There were skid marks where it and so.e others had ben hitby something big. He looked at the truck. No rotter bits were stuck in the bumper and it was in the place to be what killed these. A lot of the others had been shot. There were shell casings everywhere. 9mm. Some of the rotters had multiple holes in them. Several shooters maybe? Brandon sniffed the casings. They were fresh, just like the skid marks. Someone was here in a big vehicle with guns and didn't take anything from the truck... Kelsey! "Somebody was here very recently. These are fresh. Like just fired fresh." he informed them. Please be wrong. Please let me be wrong. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 20 2015, 04:05 AM Post #598 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli leaned on the truck with one arm and nodded intensely to Glenda. He didn't know what else to say, or how to comfort her. He couldn't even process it himself, he had no hope of helping someone else through it. "He's in the back," he repeated. He turned to the note Glenda referred to. As he read it, his narrowed eyes and balled fist returned. Continued on foot. Will come back with help. "You're kidding me," he said, mostly to himself. They went back? Eli thought incredulously They were headed away from danger, then they turned and marched back towards it? All they had to do was stay put. If they had headed back towards the college, though, why didn't Willow run into them on the way here? Someone would have noticed Julie and Kelsey by themselves on foot at some point. What kind of winding road could they have possibly taken? Again, the growing din of moans distracted him from his thinking. He remembered they were out in the open, and they had only made it so far from the horde. In another 20 minutes, they would be a problem again. It's not like the group could keep heading away from them, though. Not without two of their own. Not without Randall's goddamn daughter, the person he had just asked Brandon to keep safe with what might have been his dying wish. Eli looked around. On one side of them was farmland as far as they eye could see. On the other was a lone building surrounded by six parking spaces. Physically, it looked residential, or at least built for that purpose. A sign above the door, though, indicated it was a bar. It probably had an apartment on top, maybe occupied by the former owner. “You gotta get Randall inside,” he said suddenly, to Glenda, but also to the group at large. He was hanging his head and closing his eye, and trying to clear his mind. “The ammo too. Jeff, he, uh, got some. And maybe the supplies from the truck. And you gotta hurry.” He registered Brandon's words then, and they seemed right. He had been so caught up in the truck and Glenda that he hadn't stopped to consider the carnage that she couldn't have caused. And if someone was here, it could explain why no one had spotted Julie or Kelsey on the way over. That would be a very chilling explanation, though. He looked up from the truck after a few beats of solemn contemplation, and took a few deliberate steps towards Brandon, then leaned towards him. He adopted an intense expression, and spoke low, so only he could clear. "What are you thinking happened?" he asked, even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer -- and was now thinking the same thing. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 20 2015, 04:29 AM Post #599 |
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Still shaken, Glenda got out of the truck. The first thing she noticed was a head of pink hair. It was Willow, and she was jogging over to her from the SUV. "Willow, are you alright?" She asked, giving the young woman a tight hug as soon as she was able. "Gyaah!" Willow quickly yelped and squirmed in response, prompting Glenda to hurriedly let go. Glenda paused and took a few deep, slow breaths. She needed to regain her cool composure, everything that had just happened had thrown her really off kilter. She knew that panicking wouldn't help anyone, but she still blamed herself for everything that had just happened. It was a heavy weight to bear. "But really, are you okay?" She asked. "I heard you got bit." "It just got me on the boot. Really, I'm fine!" Willow assured her with a nervous smile. "I did get shot in the side though, remember? Sorry about that, but it still hurts if you squeeze too hard." "Heh, sorry about that kiddo." Glenda was relieved that Willow, at least, was alright. She took another deep breath; she wanted to see Randall, but there would be time for that later. The important thing was getting him somewhere safe. She had to shift gears now to making sure they could take care of him. She pointed to the little yellow house on the corner that was apparently a bar. "Pull the SUV over there. We need to get Randall inside." "R-right." Willow ran back over to the SUV and jumped in the driver's seat. She wasted no time in pulling the SUV into one of the empty parking spaces at the nearby bar. Glenda passed by Brandon and Eli as they held their own conversation in the street; although she was too distracted to really process what they were saying to each other. Right now, her thoughts were on making sure Randall was okay. "Maxwell, Jeff, you guys keep an eye on Randall." Glenda ordered as as she passed the SUV. "Willow, you and I are going to make sure this place is safe before we go dragging our injured in there." |
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| Strompy | Mar 20 2015, 04:49 AM Post #600 |
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"We would have seen them. We would have seen." Brandon said with a note of panic. Randall's words rang in his ears. Keep her safe. This was all too much too fast and Brandon was at his breaking point. He needed to calm down. He hadn't realized how rapidly he was breathing until he started getting light headed. He was hyperventilating. Brandon felt he was failing everyone. If there were something to do about it he would do it. Just like back at the college he could handle this if he could at least do something. What could they do about this? He sank to his knees, finally at his wits end. "I think they've been taken." he said defeatedly. |
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