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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 22 2015, 02:04 PM Post #631 |
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Is that so?
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Maxwell shook his head at the offer, but did manage a smile and a nod of the head as a sort of silent 'thank you for the offer' regardless. Willow, on the other hand... She still could see the faces of the people she had killed. The was worried about rotters that surrounded this place. She was worried about Randall, who might not make it through the night. She was worried about Kelsey and Julie, who could be going unspeakable horrors right now. She was worried about Brandon, who she was now quite emotionally invested in, and that attachment annoyed her since she still didn't know anything about him. Just because she had gotten better with coping didn't mean the stress disappeared; and today was a day where it had really built up. She took a seat across from Jeff and accepted the glass with a nod and a rueful smile. Jeff filled it up about two-thirds of the way for her. She looked at the pungent liquid for a few moments as she built up the courage. Then, after a silent three count, she shot her head back and downed the entire glass. The burning was something she didn't expect; it hit hard and made her eyes water up a little. But with a shake of her head and a deep exhalation, she got through it, gently placing the glass back on the bar. |
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| Strompy | Mar 22 2015, 06:26 PM Post #632 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Yeah, I'm fine. It's only a little bleeding. I just need a breather." Brandon assured Eli. He wasn't entirely sure it was true, but reasoned it didn't make any difference at that moment. If he needed medical attention there as nobody to give it, and if there were he couldn't take it. With Kelsey and Julie missing they couldn't afford any detour or delay. The prospect of going back to Randall without his daughter was harrowing. How could he fail so spectacularly and then face the man? He couldn't go back without her, or at least some promising lead or something. As for Julie, maybe she would have been better off if they hadn't met. She'd been afraid of people but chose to trust them, only to end up kidnapped and at the mercy of whatever freak had her. If only these people knew what it was they were carrying. If they knew there was some hope left maybe all of this anger and death could have been avoided. "So. They may have a trailer. That would make holding the girls easier. We're on the lookout for a trailer and a messed up bumper, then." Brandon thought out loud. It wasn't much, but he felt their chances were drastically improved now. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 22 2015, 11:01 PM Post #633 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“A trailer that could be a 100 miles away by now,” Eli said, shaking his head. If Brandon was optimistic, Eli didn’t share the feeling. Since giving up wasn’t an option, however, he’d have to fake it for now. “Forget looking around,” he said. “If the rotters outside haven’t moved on by now, they’re not going to. We’re wasting time standing around.” He collected his weapons and started walking back towards the door. He held his AR15 in one hand and grabbed the bottom of the warehouse door with the other. “If they’re still out there, start shooting and go for the car,” he instructed. He was about to pull the door up, but stopped to say one more thing. “And look, it may be messed up to say – but if I had to get caught in this fuckin’ quicksand with someone, I’m glad it was you. Thanks for keeping me alive back there.” At that, he grunted and pulled open the gate. He expected a flood of light in response, but got a small stream of it instead. Between when they entered the warehouse and when they exited, the sun had gotten pretty low on the horizon. It was still light enough to see, though, and Eli’s eyes had to adjust. As they did, he raised his weapon, ready to start blowing rotters away before they got as close as any of the ones inside did. He didn’t have to, fortunately. The area was clear. Eli looked over his shoulder at Brandon. “Guess we can just go for the car.” * * * It was totally dark out by the time Eli had to call it a day – or a night, rather. The fuel gauge was only a couple notches from the ‘E,’ and he and Brandon could only see what the SUV’s headlights revealed. They had driven for hours with no luck. There was no sign of a trailer, busted up or otherwise. Only miles of empty road awaited them. Eli pulled the SUV over and frowned. He turned to his passenger and made a case as much to himself as to him. “We ain’t giving up,” he said, first off. “That’s not happening. But we don’t know where we’re going, and we got the groups only working car. If we can’t get back to them, we’ll have just fucked them over even worse.” He felt low as the words came out of his mouth. He had to push past the shame and keep talking. “’Sides, maybe there’s been a development and we don’t know it yet,” he said. “Maybe they’re waiting for us.” He didn’t believe it, but he was the one in the driver’s seat, so he acted like he did as he turned the car around. * * * The horde was long gone by the time Eli pulled the Explorer back into the small parking lot. They left thousands of footprints in the grass on either side of the intersection, but nothing else. Mac’s broken down F-150 remained in the middle of the street, unmolested, and the bar’s windows and doors were still in one shape. That boded well, at least. After putting the Explorer in park, Eli collapsed back against the headrest and closed his eyes. He felt tired and guilty, and the guilt felt way worse. “You gotta get Maxwell or Glenda to take a look at your stitches,” he said. “I know you don’t want to, but still.” He sighed and opened his eyes and the car door. He hopped out. He repeated his next words for what must have been the tenth time since they turned around. “We’re just gonna gas up, make sure Randall’s okay, then hit the road again at first light,” he said. “We’re not done yet. Not by a long shot.” He headed over to the bar’s door and tried opening it, only to find it locked. He rapped on it a couple times with his fist. “Yo!” he called inside. “It’s us.” Shortly after, the door swung open, revealing a smirking Jeff. The sight made Eli adopt an uncertain expression. “It’s Eli!” Jeff said, a little too excitedly. “We were, um, worried you were a rotter.” “Not yet, anyway,” Eli said with a frown, stepping inside past Jeff, who stumbled a little as he stepped out of the way. “Is Randall okay?” As he asked the question, Eli’s eyes found the bar. There were a couple empty bottles spread out on top of it. That explained why Jeff looked like he was about to topple over. “He’s not a rotter neither,” Jeff said. He was smiling, but it was about the saddest smile Eli could imagine. “How ‘bout Kelsey and Ju… uh, Julie?” The Randall news was welcome but bittersweet, as Eli immediately revealed. “Not yet,” he said. Jeff’s drunken smile weakened. “Oh…” he said. “I need a drink.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 22 2015, 11:22 PM Post #634 |
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Is that so?
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No sooner had everyone come inside than did Willow come darting towards the door, wide-eyed with a hand clasped over her mouth. She pushed Brandon aside and caught the door before it could close and disappeared into the darkness. "HHUUUUAAAAAGGGHH!" Accompanying Willow's retching was the sound of vomit splattering all over the ground. Maxwell visibly cringed from his station in the corner, but remained silent. It really was not his place to say anything. Admittedly though, Willow had impressed him with how much she was able to put down. For a novice drinker, she had a good stomach for it. Of course, a good stomach wasn't quite good enough in this case. Maxwell knew it was only a matter of time before the alcohol won over and now he got to listen to it winning in glorious stereo. Which was more dimensions of sound than he was hoping for in this case. After about 20 seconds of that, and another 20 seconds of spitting and heavy breathing, the disheveled young woman stumbled back into the bar. "Oh, by the way." Maxwell decided that now was time to speak. "Glenda and Randall are upstairs if you wished to speak with them. Alcohol is down here though. Your choice." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 22 2015, 11:34 PM Post #635 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jeff made his way back to his glass, seemingly unfazed by Willow's display. "I would go with the alcohol pursally," he slurred. "Er, persalully. Persably. Personably." He gave up with a shrug, and spilled some more liquor into his obviously well-thumbed glass. Eli was a little more disturbed by Willow's retching than Jeff, but didn't remark upon it. Instead, he followed Jeff to the bar. "One drink," he said sadly. He was going to need it if he was going to see Randall and deliver the news that not only had he lost a hand, but his daughter was also still missing. Jeff produced a third glass and obligingly poured Eli a shot's worth of whiskey. Eli sniffed it, then held his breath as he downed it. When he was done, he blinked and slammed the glass back on the bar meaningfully. He ignored Jeff's salute as he made his way for the staircase. "Randall?" he called out, unsure which room he was supposed to go to. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 23 2015, 01:57 AM Post #636 |
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"Not too loud." Glenda warned from one of the bedrooms, prompting Eli to enter. Glenda sat cross-legged on a chair beside a double bed, upon which Randall slept soundly. Or as soundly as one would expect given the situation. The evening of rest had done Randall well. His face was still pale, but a little color was starting to return and he was not sweating nearly as heavily as he had been before. There was marked progress, even over the course of an afternoon. But it would be some time before he had his full strength back; the stress his body was going through was clear. "He wanted to know where Kelsey was. I told him I would tell him after the horde passed through, but he passed out before it did." Glenda explained. "What happened? Did you find anything out there that could help?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 23 2015, 02:04 AM Post #637 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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With Glenda, Eli didn’t bother going for the diplomatic answer. He summoned his courage – which had been bolstered by the shot he took downstairs – and gave it to her straight. “We couldn’t find them,” he admitted quietly. “But we think they were taken. Maybe by the person on the motorcycle that’s been following us since at least the cabin. We got a good pretty good idea that he – or she, I guess – is in a trailer now, and we got a pretty good idea where they got that… But no idea where they went after.” He paused to let that info sink in. The oppressiveness of the silence made him think Jeff and Willow had the right idea. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 23 2015, 02:18 AM Post #638 |
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"Thank you, Eli." Glenda let out a long and drawn out sigh as she dug the thumb and index finger of her right hand into the corners of her eyes. She knew how tired she looked and even better know how tired she felt. Even if she wanted to sleep though, she knew she wouldn't be able to. "This is all my fault. When I heard Willow got bit, I panicked and tried to go back to help. That was when I lost the steering and crashed." Glenda found herself confessing to Eli out of the blue. "And yet Julie and Kelsey are the ones that are missing and I'm the one that is here. They're paying for it, not me. I am going to tell everything to Randall when he wakes up. It's my mistake and I am going to be the one to own up to it." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 23 2015, 02:52 AM Post #639 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli felt tremendous empathy for Glenda. Still, though, he smiled sadly. Her tale had sparked a realization in him. “You know, it’s almost funny,” he said. “Brandon feels responsible too. On the ride back from the college, Randall wanted him to promise to keep Kelsey safe. Downstairs, meanwhile, Jeff and Willow are tryin’a drown something, and I’d bet you my Supergrade it’s guilt. And fuck, I know I should have been with you in that building, not waiting by the cars for it all to go hell.” He leaned against the door frame, and shook his hand to himself, like he so often did. “I don’t know what the lesson is,” he said. “I dunno if we should let ourselves off the hook or not. We probably couldn’t if we tried. Maybe the lesson is just that we’re not alone.” He sighed. First he was vulnerable with Brandon, now Glenda. This shitty situation was really making Eli sentimental. “I told Randall this after we got the cure back, and you probably figured it out anyway, but… I’m with you now. I ain’t goin’ anywhere, and I promise you, neither is Kelsey. Julie, too. I don’t know how yet, but we are getting them back.” |
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| Strompy | Mar 23 2015, 03:35 AM Post #640 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon brought two large empty water bottles from the SUV, they were getting far too low on water. "Having fun?" he asked contemptuously, looking between Willow and Jeff, fixing the latter with an accusing look. He immediately regretted the venomous remark as he made his way to the bathroom. They'd been through the same hell he had, he had no right to judge them for getting wasted. It wasn't like there was anything helpful they do. It was his own shame speaking. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for, you don't deserve that. I just... I'm sorry." he apologized as he looked back. He disappeared into the bathroom with a look of shame. He failed to get the girls back and now he was snapping at his friends, worst of all was thr cowardice. He left Eli to break the news to Randall because he couldn't face him. Abscently he removed the lid from the toilet cistern. It was fairly clean, since the owners also lived here it was only sensible that they'd take better care to keep the place clean. Even so, boiling it may make for a less off-putting experience. Brandon knelt down and taking a clean dish towel he swiped from the bar, unsrewed the hose that fed the cistern. Water spat out and he quickly plugged the hose with his thumb. He put the house to the neck of the bottle and began to fill it. He wrapped the towel over the hose several times to filter out any sediment that may have built up. There was enough water to almost fill both. Brandon made immediate use of this new water, rinsing some of the dirt and blood off his hands and face. He looked at himself a few moments. His mind wandered and innevitably found its way to the girls. Where were they? Were they hurt? Or dead? What did they want with them. Flashes of their faces contirted in pain and despair played in hishead and he struck out in anger slamming his fist into the mirror. It shattered and fell in pieces to ground. Brandon gripped the sink with bloody knuckles and tried to get a handle of himself. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 23 2015, 04:05 AM Post #641 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jeff was too woozy to take the mean look as much of an affront. When he called back his apology, though, Jeff nodded from his seat at the bar, and swirled some liquid around in his glass. “Apolgee uhsepted. No, uhsepted." He adopted a confused expression. "Uhsepted?” He gave up, too drowsy to figure out where he was going wrong. The sleepless night spent worrying about the passing rotter horde was catching up to him, consciousness-wise. He wanted to lay his head down on the bar and drift to sleep. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 23 2015, 04:09 AM Post #642 |
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Despite the dour mood, Glenda couldn't help but smile. "Oh, I know you got our back. You could have left us a while ago and trust me, I am glad you haven't. Randall really trusts you and I do too. Regardless of whether or not this cure is a pipe dream or the real deal, it's good to know you have our backs." She rose to her feet and placed a hand on Eli's shoulder. "We'll find those girls, don't you worry. All of us." She cleared her throat and looked towards the door. "Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go outside and use the ladies' room. Would you mind keeping an eye on him for ten minutes or so?" ********** After Brandon shattered the mirror, there was a knock on the bathroom door. "Brandon...? It'sh me... Wwwwwillow." |
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| Strompy | Mar 23 2015, 05:14 AM Post #643 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon looked at the door ruefully. His friends still needed him. They cared, he couldn't fall to pieces on them. He looked at his cut up knuckles and shook his head, yet another mistake, another potential infection. Punishing himself was self-indulgent and childish. He walked to the door like a penitent child and opened it. "Hey you." he said softly, his voice and smile letting her know he was happy to see her. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 23 2015, 01:22 PM Post #644 |
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Once outside, Glenda realized that she had forgotten toilet paper. Last she recalled, there was some in the truck. Eli seemed to have a fetish for picking it up and it was one that she was glad for. The thought of not having any in the future was... concerning. Thankfully it was a commodity most people didn't consider stealing, so hopefully they would always have a supply. It took her a minute or two, but she secured a roll from the truck and tried to find a tree behind the bar that she could use. "Oh shit..." On a bench nestled by the forest and on the back side of the bar, two corpses sat. A male and a female. They had been here since the early days it looked like, since she could only sex them by their clothing at this point. There wasn't much else left save. Holes in the skulls told a story of suicide, which Glenda confirmed when she found a snubnosed 5-round revolver in the hand of the woman. She promptly pried it out of the hand and checked the rounds. 2 rounds missing 3 remaining. She tucked it away before leaving. At least she knew what happened to the owners now. And although it felt heartless to say, her only opinion on the matter was she was glad they decided to kill themselves outside rather than in one of the bedrooms. ********** From the doorway, she gave Brandon a sheepish and slightly off smile before she moved forward and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "It'sh okaaay..." She consoled him while speaking into his shoulder. "We're... all wuhried abowt dem and feel baaad. And I... I reshpect you fer goin' out there an llllookin'. But don't get shooo... uhb-... ubsept-... ubshesshed that I... that I looze you too." She hugged him a little tighter at that last part. ********** Maxwell fidgeted anxiously from his seat when he realized he was alone in a room with a half-conscious Jeff. His hand unconsciously wandered towards his butterfly knife, but he stopped. No. No thrills. We need these guys. Maxwell shook his head. Of course, he knew that already. Maxwell would never survive on his own out there. Being with a group was safer, everyone knew that. Suppressing his primal desires like this was not something that came easily to him, but when his very survival was on the line, he found a way. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, a meditative practice he had learned from his psychiatrist. After a few minutes, the urge passed by and he was able to somewhat relax again. Nevertheless, after that experience, he got up, made his way to the bar, found another glass, and poured himself his own shot of whiskey. Why the hell not? |
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| Strompy | Mar 23 2015, 08:50 PM Post #645 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Willow was incredibly drunk, but she was exactly what Brandon needed. He wondered if she'd remember what she just said to him. With his left arm he returned her hug, leaning his head against hers. He would have taken her in both but his right hand was bleeding profusely. She was warm and his heart beat faster to have her so close. After another moment he pulled away from her and looked at his bloody hand, and remembered that he still needed to get himself seen to. With his left he lightly held her hand, gently stroking it with his thumb. "I've made a mess of myself. I need a first aid kit, there's probably one near the bar." he said, but made no movement, not wanting to lose that moment of intimacy so soon. Even sloppy and drunk as she was, he found her so beautiful. In the state she was in he could easily take full advantage, and the thought did cross his mind as reprehensible as it struck him. He wanted her so badly. "Stay with me tonight. I need you close, that's all. To talk to me. Keep me safe." he whispered looking her intently in the eyes. |
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