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| Strompy | Apr 6 2015, 04:38 AM Post #826 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"It's fine I understand. I'll get you what you need and we can go our separate ways." Chris assured him as he climbed down from the trailer. "I'd appreciate it if you'd move the truck off the street once you're satisfied there's no danger here. It's eye catching, and if they see it around here it won't take them long to figure out where we're hiding." he said as he walked down Hiawatha street to a side door. He pounded his fist on the cage several times rhythmically. A few moments of silence followed. Again he pounded the same rhythm with a little more force, frustration evident in his body language. Impatiently he tapped his foot as he was met again by more silence. A few curious rotters had gotten a little too close, and Max put them down casually. Taking a deep breath Chris relaxed and a look of sympathy spread across his face. "Brooke. It's Chris, I have some people with me but they're okay, they saved me. I need you to open the door and come out with your hands up, they want to be sure they can trust us." Chris explained in a calm patient tone. Again silence. Chris stepped back from the door, his expression changing from sympathy to concern. His breathing got heavier as he backed away. Without explanation he walked briskly around the corner down an alleyway. Brandon trotted after him cautiously. "Hey." he called out, and Chris broke into a run. Brandon gave chase stopping before he reached the end of the alleyway between the street and a carpark. He raised his rifle at Chris as Chris dropped down next to an abandoned car and reached under it. Brandon's breath caught in his throat as his grip on the trigger waiting to see what Chris was up to. He was about to ask when Chris pulled away from the car, grasping a set of keys in his hand. Brandon heeved a sigh of relief and Chris ran back the way he came practically barging past Brandon. "Get the fuck out of the way!" he snapped as he barreled past, almost slipping on the gravel as he rounded the corner. Frantically he thumbed through the keys and finally opened the cage before moving to the door with the same anxious energy. "Brooke please open the fucking door!" he yelled, his voice shaking as he thumbed through the keys again. In a few seconds he had the door open. "Brooke!" he called out. He stood in the doorway a few moments before a weak reply came from inside. "Chris." a girl's voice, young by the sound of it. "I have to go in." Chris said pleadingly, remembering the others and their reservations about the situation. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 6 2015, 01:37 PM Post #827 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli was conflicted, and that conflict played out on his face. Chris looked like he was genuinely fraught with worry, and his frantic actions were backing that up. Eli recognized Chris’ new demeanor all too well – he had seen it over and over since this all started. He had certainly felt like that himself more than a few times. His sympathy battled with his mistrust, though, until one side narrowly edged the other out. He hesitated for a second to give an answer. “Fine,” he said after the second passed. “But leave the keys.” |
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| Strompy | Apr 6 2015, 06:22 PM Post #828 |
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"Thank you." Chris said with great relief, handing the keys over. He disappeared inside. More silence followed for a few seconds. Brandon's eyes darted from window to window, even keeping an eye on the surrounding buildings. He shared Eli's uncertainty about the situation. If this were another ambush though they wouldn't fair any better than the border bandits. After a moment Chris' voice broke the silence. "I need help in here!" he called out. Julie shifted on the spot with her .22 in hand, as nervous about how to proceed as anyone. She didn't like this. Her sense of self preservation told her not to risk it, but if this guy did need help... he sure sounded upset. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 6 2015, 06:34 PM Post #829 |
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Is that so?
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Willow shifted awkwardly as everyone froze. Nobody made any immediate move to help, but uncertainly was written on their faces as clear as day. Willow shared those feelings of uncertainty; the border bandits were still fresh in her mind. Anyone that walked in there could be walking into a trap. But the windows seemed empty enough. The interior had been completely silent. Something told her that it was okay in there, but her sense of self-preservation kept her rooted in place, unable to move or help. "Dammit." Randall finally grunted and made the first step. Glenda's hand shot out and grabbed him by the wrist. "It could be a trap." "I know." Randall told. "But I also know what it's like to lose a loved one too." Nearby, Maxwell cleaved the head off of another nearby rotter. He looked less clumsy with the ace than he had last time, but he risked a glance over his shoulder to see what everyone was doing. His eyes fell upon Randall entering the pharmacy. "Wait for me!" Willow found her hidden resolve and chased after him. |
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| Strompy | Apr 6 2015, 08:28 PM Post #830 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon shifted his attention to the streets around them as Randall and Willow entered the building. If an attack was coming from inside he couldn't do anything to protect them now, so he watched for an attack from outside. Julie followed Willow inside, pistol at the ready. It was dark in there. The blinds had been drawn and only a small amount of light spilled through from the open doorway. Willow still had the flashlight from the academy thankfully. The three of them stood uncertainly just inside. "Chris?" Julie called out. "Back here." he answered from near the counter. They cautiously made their way through the employee access area, Julie watching the rear. Coming around the corner to the customer service area the cause of Chris' distress was clear. Laying at the opposite end of the of the room behind the counter was a teenage girl, maybe sixteen at most by Julie's guess. She was bleeding from her wrists, a knife laying on the ground next to her. Chris knelt next to her applying pressure to her wrists with his shirt. Brooke looked away from him with an expression of guilt, her cheeks glistening with fresh tears. "That's not allowed! That's not allowed!" Chris growled, his lip quivering slightly. "I'm sorry." she croaked quietly. "The office, there's a first aid kit." Chris said to the others, nodding in its direction. "I can feel him in me. I'm pregnant. I know it. I'd rather be dead!" Brooke lamented, curling her legs up slightly. "It's too early to know that. If that's true then we'll deal with it." Chris said assuredly. Brooke simply curled into a ball with a shudder of disgust. Julie walked away from the scene and back outside. She needed air. The whole thing struck very close to home. As she came out the door she looked to the others and nodded. "It's okay in there. I think we're good. Just give them some space for now." she said resting a shaking hand on her hip. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 6 2015, 09:13 PM Post #831 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli was almost ready to step in Randall’s way before he could enter, but a pang of guilt stopped him. It seemed likely now that Chris was on the level, and he truly did need help. Eli couldn’t tell Randall not to go. Nor could he tell Willow or Julie. When they were inside, Eli readied himself and made a move to follow. “At the border, we laid in wait,” Emmett said suddenly. He sounded as if he had as much disgust for what he was describing as Eli did. The word we was especially dripping with disdain. “We lured people into a trap and we waited.” Eli looked at him with surprise. “You think…?” Emmett just stared back. Eli wasn’t sure whether to take that as a ‘yes’ or not. If he had to guess, it seemed more like an ‘I don’t know.’ Eli looked to the others to gauge their opinions. Between Glenda and Jeff, all he got a sense of was worry. Brandon too, though he seemed to have found some purpose in standing guard. Eli took a breath and made a decision. He held up his hand to indicate the others should stay put. Then he raised his AR15 and headed in, flipping on the flashlight once again. He followed the footsteps of the others, and scanned his surroundings anew with every step. He stopped when he heard voices, and frowned at the story they told. He kept his rifle ready as he turned the corner, just in case. He arrived just in time to pass Julie as she was leaving. When his eyes found the pool of blood under the body of a crying girl, he had to look away. He lowered his weapon, satisfied that they weren’t in any immediate danger, and then he turned and rounded the corner again so he was out of sight. He sighed, for perhaps the millionth time. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 7 2015, 01:01 AM Post #832 |
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"That... that's fucked up..." Randall could barely muster any other words to describe the scene playing out before him. He didn't even know where to begin. The attempted suicide? The pregnancy? The tension in the air? The combination of things was not only suffocating, but hitting real close to home. He looked at the teenage girl's face and could only see Kelsey; pregnant after a rape, trying to end it all after living in a world like this. He knew Kelsey was stronger than that, but he still saw it anyway. It wrenched his gut in a way he didn't know possible; it reminded him of the very real dangers that she would need to overcome. After a few flustered moments, he removed himself from the room. He couldn't take it. "I got it!" Willow ran past him, carrying the first aid kit in her hands. Willow was kind, but she could be tough too. Full of surprises, that one. Randall let the thought linger as he left the room to rejoin Eli in the other room. "Fuck man... too close to home..." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 7 2015, 02:47 AM Post #833 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli frowned in response. He glanced in the direction Randall had come from, and then glanced back to Randall. “Yeah,” he said softly. “But that’s not Kelsey. Remember that.” He gave Randall a sympathetic pat on his good shoulder, then steeled himself. He had all the sympathy in the world for Chris right now, but he still didn’t know him or know what he’s capable of. The grief he must have been feeling right now made him even more unpredictable in some ways. Eli didn’t feel right about leaving Willow alone with him just yet. He understood why Randall would want to get out of there, though. After all the shit he had been through today and yesterday, and all the worry he experienced on behalf of his own little girl – this all must have been too much, too soon. Eli couldn’t fault him. He did head back around the corner, though, because he felt someone should. His rifle was still resting idly in both hands as he watched Willow and Chris get to work. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 7 2015, 03:13 AM Post #834 |
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Is that so?
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With a flick of her wrist, Glenda withdrew her dagger from its sheath. She couldn't believe this; Willow and Randall both were being careless. She couldn't stop them though, that was simply the way they both were. They had soft hearts. Perhaps she had lost that part of her a long time ago. Being a murderer, even if in self-defense, as a teenager would mess anyone up. And then there was the years of abuse before that. After all of that, she had never really been able to empathize with strangers the same way. Very few people managed to hold her trust. The way the world had turned now only seemed to confirm her thoughts. According to Julie, it looked like it was going to be alright. But all of these reckless risks would catch up to them eventually, like it almost had with Randall the other day. It was frustrating if nothing else; she wanted to stab something. Like rotters. Rotters were good. Glenda took up a position near the perimeter with Maxwell and stabbed a lone, encroaching rotter. "Wouldn't have thought you'd be the one to relieve me." Maxwell smirked. I just need to let off some steam. She thought her response to him. But didn't say it out loud. |
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| Strompy | Apr 7 2015, 06:54 AM Post #835 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Thank you." Chris said with utmost gratitude in his voice. He was thankful for so much. Thankful for that small act. Thankful for their trust. Thankful they got him here in time. Thankful they saved his life in the first place. If one thing had have gone differently he could have lost her too. "Please keep pressure on that." he said to Willow gesturing to the shirt he pressed against Brooke's wrist. In a few moments Chris had Brooke's cuts bandaged tightly. As he worked she just stared straight ahead, barely even blinking. Without making eye contact Chris spoke to her. "I ran into a few of those guys while I was grabbing some food. One of them was right on me when these people accidently ran him down. He was the bald one with the thick neck. I killed him." "Did it hurt?" Brooke asked still looking ahead. "Yes. He knew it was coming. He was afraid to die. Tried to beg. He suffered." he answered, a note of satisfaction in every part of his story. "Good." ... A few minutes later Chris found Eli just inside, staying near the door either out of courtesy or persistent suspicion. Chris shrugged as he approached. "I'm sorry about the delay, I know you people must want to get out of here as soon as possible. What was it you were after?" he asked, his voice betraying how weary he was. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 7 2015, 04:35 PM Post #836 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli gave Chris a sympathetic look back. He thought about offering some words of comfort or condolence. He couldn’t decide what those words would be, though, or even how they’d be received. Even saying a simple sorry felt like it would empty and unhelpful. “Some stronger painkillers for our friend,” Eli said, figuring that it was best to just get right down to business. “Some antiobiotics too, if there are any to go around.” |
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| Strompy | Apr 7 2015, 06:45 PM Post #837 |
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"What kind of pain are we talking about? Oh, never mind." Chris asked as he walked around the corner, before seeing Randall and noticing his missing hand. Backyard surgery. Oxycodone? Meperidine? The pain was almost certainly severe enough to warrant their use. He was a scientist though, not a doctor, still he was the most qualified to prescribe these things. "Have you ever been prescribed any painkillers before? There are a lot of potential side-effects with serious pain meds, if I can give you something we know you're not allergic to we'd be cutting down on the risk factor significantly. Same with the antibiotics, are you allergic to penicillin or cephalosporin?" Chris said walking into the store room and scanning the shelves. Thank God Brooke hadn't decided to use any of this. He supposed it was just not her style. Poisoning herself with the drugs their father sold... maybe that just felt too disrespectful to her ... Outside Brandon continued to fret about how much time they were spending there. At this point it wasn't that he thought this guy was a threat, it was that they were standing around in the middle of a city full of rotters and apparently a gang of murderers and rapists. The thought of it made him shudder and he shook his head to try and rid his mind of the connections it automatically made to the girls. All the more reason to get the hell out of there and keep going to Chicago. End the rotters, reestablish order. His musing was interrupted when he noticed a rotter down the street perk up at something. It was too far to be drawn to them. It approached some bushes out the front of the church to the east of them. "Glenda!" Brandon whispered gesturing for her to pass the winchester. Once she obliged him he took up position by the front door of the tax agent on the other corner of Talbot and Hiawatha. He went cold as he noticed the remains of that rotter from moment before. Just a single foot visible from where he was. Somebody had killed it. They were being watched. "We're not alone." he said grimly. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 7 2015, 07:32 PM Post #838 |
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Willow didn't really know what to say or do after Chris had left. The girl was obviously in some major distress right now and Willow wasn't sure she would feel right just leaving her alone to see how everyone else was doing. She nervously scratched her head, trying to think of something comforting to say, but this sort of thing had never really been a strong suit. "Hey, uh... look, I know things are a bit crazy right now..." Willow sat down near Brooke, but not so close that she might get taken aback. "You've been through some fucked up shit and I know it's scary. Hell, I almost didn't leave my room when all this started, you know? Too... scared to act. Still scared a lot of the time. But you can't give up hope. Your brother needs you. It'll get better. I promise." Well, it was the thought that counts, right? That is what everyone told her when she was growing up. ********** "Ah, well..." Randall was taken slightly off guard; apparently the whole incident with his sister had gone well enough. All these names took him back to the time he had found Eli. He had been out collecting meds for Dr. Tu. In the pharmacy then, even looking at the medications as he had been, it was a bit overwhelming. Thankfully, painkillers were something he did know a little bit about, even if it hadn't been in the way he wanted. "No known allergies. But I used Meperidine for an elbow fracture for a while and handled it well enough." Randall explained to Chris. "And I don't know about antibiotics. I only remember using penicillin in the past. I don't know if it matters, but they cauterized my hand after cutting it off too." ********** Glenda narrowed her eyes at Brandon's report. It seemed Chris had been telling the truth about there being more of them in the area. She doubted this was some sort of setup by Chris; it was more than likely the aforementioned friends of the guy she had the pleasure of running over not long ago. She suspected that these guys Chris had told them about would end up finding them sooner or later. What concerned her the most was the complete unknown they represented. Did they have guns? What were their numbers? Their vehicles? What were they after? "We should get out of the open." She told Brandon flatly. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 7 2015, 09:28 PM Post #839 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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As Jeff waited outside with the others, he occupied his time by looking around, and stealing the occasional glance at Emmett. It was kind of surreal, working so closely alongside a man he had broken a beer bottle over, and that Maxwell had tried to choke out. Of course, Emmett had dished out just as much punishment in return. Jeff wasn’t sure if he should apologize to him or if he should be livid that he hadn’t gotten one in return. Then there were these new people, with their own set of extraordinary problems. For maybe the first time ever, Jeff found himself wishing they would meet someone boring. “Can we talk about how weird it is that someone has a mace and that’s not even the part that bothered us? Anyone?” he asked no one in particular, mostly to distract from his headache. No one answered. Emmett didn’t even look over to acknowledge him. His eyes were locked down the street. So were Brandon’s, now that Jeff thought of it. Then Glenda passed Brandon her rifle, and Jeff tensed up. And stayed tense. When Glenda suggested they needed to get out of the open, Jeff had visions of Mac’s lifeless body, his head blown open without warning. The thought made him the first to dart for the pharmacy door. As he did, he looked around – and noticed that Emmett had disappeared from his spot. Jeff didn’t know where he was now. He didn’t have the time or motivation to worry about it. He headed inside. |
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| Strompy | Apr 8 2015, 03:18 AM Post #840 |
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"It was the guards. The guards kicked them out and moved in with their families. It was safe inside. They would talk about it and get mad. Then they'd hurt the others. Leah and Jodie. Hurt them like it was their fault. Like they weren't people to them. Their boss said only he could touch me though, that I was his." Brooke said after a few moments silence. The way she spoke was detached, like she wasn't really present. Her eyes were glazed and she sat with her knees drawn up to her chin. She turned to Willow and looked her in the eyes without a hint of expression. "It isn't scary out there. It's hopeless. Chris just won't admit it. Even if we get out of here, my insulin won't last. I'll die. He'll be alone. Then he'll want out like me." she said in monotone. ... "Amoxicillin. Don't premedicate with these. Take aspirin to keep inflammation down and obviously change your bandages often and keep your wound clean. We have plenty of gauze here so you can take what you need. For the pain we'll go with Meperidine since you've been on it before without complication, just every three to four hours as needed." Chris said channeling his dad. "I have to get back to my sister now, she lost a fair amount of blood and she's still in pretty severedistress." he explained, denying his own distress even to himself. Julie came inside looking for Eli and Randall and with grave concern in her face entered the store room. "We've got a problem. There's somebody out there." she relayed to them. Chris placed his hands on his head as he digested that information. They had lead them right right there. They knew where they were now, or they'd know as soon as they investigated the place. He'd lead them right to her. Damned if he did, damned if he didn't. If he'd stayed away, Brooke may have succeeded in killing herself, but by coming back he may have doomed her to even more suffering. "Nobody lets Brooke know this. None of your people mention it in front of her. Whatever it is you do you do it discreetly, while I figure out what my sister and I are doing." he commanded. |
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