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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 8 2015, 05:05 AM Post #841 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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When Eli saw Julie’s expression, he could feel his stomach dropping pre-emptively. Once she delivered her news, he balled his fists in frustration. “Fine,” he shot back at Chris, a little more harshly than was warranted. A part of him wished they had never run into Chris and gotten swept up in his problems. He knew it was a shitty thought – if they hadn’t been there, Chris would be dead, and so would his sister – but he couldn’t help thinking it. He just wanted his group to be safe for a while longer. He turned to Randall. “If you want my advice, I say we put Willow and her rifle in a window. They’re barred, but she should still be able to poke through and aim. If she sees anyone, my vote is they get one warning shot. They do anything ‘sides run in the opposite direction, I say shoot ‘em dead.” He left it at that. One-handed or not, Randall was still their leader, and Eli respected that. He didn’t necessarily want to be the one making those kinds of calls anyway. “I’m gonna go check on the others, I’ll be back,” Eli added, before heading in the direction that Julie had come from. He found a panicked-looking Jeff by the door, along with Brandon, Maxwell, and Glenda. “Hey,” Eli said as he approached. “Where’s Emmett?” “I don’t know,” Jeff replied first. “He was there and then he wasn’t. And Brandon says we’re not alone.” “I heard,” Eli said quickly, suddenly more interested in Emmett’s whereabouts. He narrowed his eyes and shoved past Jeff, poking his head out the door just enough to scan left and right for a sign of the newest addition to their group. There was no sign of him. For a big guy with a conspicuous look, he had done a surprisingly deft job of disappearing. Eli’s mind worriedly ran through some possibilities. Was Emmett working with these new people? No fucking way. The guy was ultimately too humane to kill the man that murdered his brother. No way would he associate with rapists. Besides, when and how would he have had time to coordinate with them? Did he bail? That seemed more likely. He hadn’t signed on for this kind of action, not exactly. Maybe he just had second thoughts and had extricated himself from the situation while he still could. “I told you, he’s not there,” Jeff said as Eli retreated. “Can’t worry about that now,” Eli said, frowning. He closed the door shut behind him and turned to Brandon. “So what happened. Did you see anybody? |
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| Strompy | Apr 8 2015, 08:37 AM Post #842 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"No but rotters don't kill themselves. In front of the church down the street, behind the bushes." Brandon said handing the winchester back to Glenda. "I'm going to need that back." Chris said from behind Eli, gesturing to the mace that still hung from Brandon's belt. Brandon looked at Eli for the go ahead. Chris ran a checklist in his head. They needed a weapon, that was the mace. They had some food still, which would last them until they got out of St Thomas at least. Brooke's insulin. They didn't need a change of clothes desperately, they could scavenge cleans ones later. They'd need clean bandages for Brooke now too and some antibiotics in case of infection. He would also need to prepare two lethal doses of painkillers, one for each of them just in case, he was spoiled for choice in that regard. He and Brooke were getting the hell out of St Thomas as soon as they could. Until they knew if they were surrounded or being watched he couldn't risk making a break for it just yet. That meant he may need to consider how they might defend themselves. One mace against about... it would be ten people now, wasn't favorable. They had rubbing alcohol and some empty jars that could make for decent firebombs. "If these are the same guys who hit your people, what are we looking at here?" Brandon asked, snapping Chris out of his thoughts. "Ah... there's about ten of them. From what Brooke and I saw, they mostly have things like, axes, knives, machetes that sort of thing. They've got a pistol, a cowboy rifle like a... a um, lever action. A double barrel shotgun and a rifle. They may have more I didn't really get a good look. We were mostly running." he explained, straining to recall from the horrific events of the past few days. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 8 2015, 12:17 PM Post #843 |
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Is that so?
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Willow didn't know what to say. She had been so taken aback by Brooke's almost emotionless answer. It was really unnerving, but at the same time infuriating that these people continued to exist. She shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to say or what she even could say. "Hey, Willow." Randall poked his head into the room and looked at her. He looked visibly worried, but didn't say anything else. He told her what he wanted silently with a tilt of his head towards the door. Wordlessly, she got up and headed for Randall, pausing only once to turn around and take one sorrowful look at the broken young girl huddled in the corner. "What's going on?" Willow asked quietly after she and Randall had regrouped with everyone else. "They're here." Glenda told her. "Chris says about ten." Randall followed up, speaking quietly as per Chris' request. "They aren't well armed, but they do have a few guns. We aren't taking any risks and we can't afford to worry about Emmett's whereabouts right now. Eli, Brandon, Willow, I want you guys to pick a window." "Wait, Emmett is missing?" Willow tried to interject, but was drowned out as Randall continued. "We give them a single warning shot. If they choose not to run, then we mow them down with our superior firepower." "No. No warning shot." Willow didn't feel right giving these guys a chance to run; not after what Brooke said they had done. "Brooke told me a little bit about these guys. They're not like the people at the bridge. They are far worse. We'd be doing the world a favor." "No. One warning shot." Randall sternly repeated. "We don't have the resources to be world police. There are assholes like this everywhere, we should avoid the fights that we can." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 8 2015, 03:00 PM Post #844 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli was only conflicted for a second before he nodded to Brandon regarding the mace. He was pretty confident now that Chris wasn’t playing them. And if for some other reason he snapped and started attacking them, he could probably fashion or steal another weapon anyway. If the mace would keep him calm, he might as well have it back. Eli also nodded to Randall when he was asked to stand guard at a window. “Got it,” he said, as he looked for one. He agreed with Willow – there was no doubt about it, these people deserved to die – but he agreed more with Randall. He had learned from the Evan situation that he couldn’t get swept up in rage. If they could resolve this without getting shot at, that was the best option. This Emmett thing was still bothering him, but he pushed past it and glanced over to the others. Jeff still looked the most nervous. He had drawn his sidearm for comfort. He glanced back to the window he had chosen and looked for a sign of movement outside. According to Chris, these guys had at least four firearms. Eli and the others had that and more, and they had a strong defensive position. Hopefully, this gang would do the smart thing and move on. Somehow, though, Eli doubted they would. He knew all too well and all too personally that this world was full of people who didn’t do the smart thing. |
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| Strompy | Apr 8 2015, 07:52 PM Post #845 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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That was close. That thing came up quiet, almost bit him. Cole took crept back up to the bushes he was using before. They had moved. Maybe they were getting ready to leave. Would they be taking those two with them? He dared to poke his head out a little further. No sign of them. "So what's up?" Murrell asked from behind him. "Bunch of 'em, about eight or nine I think. They've got guns. I counted at least four. Two of those look like assault rifles." he said rubbing his orange stubble. "That little shithead with them?" he followed. "I didn't see. It'll be dark soon. Hirsch better get here soon with the others." Cole grumbled. ... Chris gave the needle a little flick, their exit strategy was secure now, and everything was packed. The other people had set up guards. If Brooke were conscious and paying attention she probably would have put two and two together. She was hanging by a thread. So was he though. He had her hand. She was right their next to him as they ran. Brooke to his right, Leah to his left. He had them both. Then there was a shot, and Leah wasn't there anymore. He blinked hard against his welling tears. They deserved to suffer for what they did and he was powerless to make it happen, all he could do now was keep the he and Brooke alive. Their friends had died giving them this chance. He gave the two syringes in his hand a thoughtful look. Maybe Brooke was right. He placed them in his breast pocket and shouldered his bag. Brooke was still conscious, that was a good sign, even so moving her was going to be a trial, she'd be very weak. Chris remained as nonchalant as possible as he spoke to her. "You need to eat and drink, your body needs to replace a lot of blood." he said passing her a bag of cashews and a bottle of water. "I know they're out there, Chris. It was only a matter of time before they found us." she said, taking the food and water without enthusiasm. "It's going to be fine. They're cowards, they'll stay away from large groups. We can slip out when it gets dark." he explained. "I don't have the energy to run." she pointed out. "Well then I'll fucking carry you!" Chris shouted, losing his temper. Brooke recoiled slightly and turned her face away. Chris regretted his outburst but couldn't bring himself to apologize for it. She was set on giving up and if he had to be rough with her to stop that then so be it. He did feel the need to apologize to somebody else though. He found Randall with the rest of his people nearby, they avoided looking at him but he felt like they stared all the same. "I'm sorry about all this. This isn't your fight and now these people know about you. I don't think you're in any danger from them, at least not directly. It's us they want most I think." he explained. ... Brandon forced himself into a calm state as he often did when things got interesting. Just collect your wits, be dispassionate, look for solutions. They had an unknown number of potential hostiles outside, they could have an estimated four guns and ten sets of eyes on their position. They may also just be scouts out there, or they could be an entirely different group with no hostile intentions. There wasn't a lot to go on, and that was frustrating. Brandon kept a watch on the street to the south-west, if anyone popped their head around that corner he'd send them packing. That was his job, he just needed to focus on that. He agreed with Randall about the warning shot. For the same reasons too. If they were the group that Chris and his sister had been dealing with then he had no qualms about killing them on sight from an ethical perspective, but they may not be the same ones and there was a risk factor to consider. On the one hand, if they were going to shoot he'd prefer that it be for effect, kill them first and that's one less threat, on the other it could spark an open conflict which they may not have the resources to see through. If one shot could disarm the situation it was worth it, as much as part of him would like to destroy these guys. "Willow. The church down the road. You see anything?" he whispered. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 8 2015, 09:34 PM Post #846 |
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Is that so?
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Randall was quick to dismiss the apology with a raise of his right hand. Or where his right hand would have been; he still wasn't used to it not being there. The motion was a little wide, however, and send a renewed jab of pain through him. "Nothing to apologize about." He cringed from the pain as he spoke. "If we had driven through town without ever hitting that guy, we might have driven into an ambush without even knowing they were here. At least now we know they exist and we have a defensible position." Randall uncomfortably lowered his arm. It still tingled with the sensation of fresh pain. He gripped the M9 a little tighter in his left hand. "If anything, we should be thanking you." Randall continued. "They may be after you, but I've learned that people like them will go after anybody they think is an easy target." ********** Maxwell spent his time peering through the windows, down the streets that were not in the direction of the church. They had no evidence that those at the church were the only ones there and he had no intention of getting caught with unaware. The streets were clean, but there was also not much to see. It was a little concerning. He adjusted his glasses and tried peering into the windows of a few buildings down the street, but he couldn't make out much. Nothing was moving at least. Nothing aside from the rotters. "This place feels like a coffin." He muttered to himself, hoping nobody else heard him. ********** Willow carefully poked her rifle through the bars that protected the window, pointed it in the direction of the church, and peered through the scope. Through the mostly clean streets, she should have had a good vantage point of anything there, but the area seemed mostly empty, save for a few dead rotters. "No movement." She sighed. She almost wished they would appear and start shooting the place up. Her heart was already starting to race; the calm before the storm was more nerve wracking than the actual storm itself. But with Brandon behind her, she did feel a little better. Even Kelsey anxiously loitering nearby gave her a little more strength. "What did you even see out there anyway?" She asked him. "Maybe it can give me something to look for." |
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| Strompy | Apr 9 2015, 01:16 AM Post #847 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Anxious minutes passed. Julie only had a few shots left. It might be worth holding onto them in case things went bad, could spare a few of them some pain. She felt awful about it but she hoped these people pressed them because they had more guns, and bigger ones too. Eli and Brandon had the assault rifles, Glenda and Willow had snipers, they also had a semi-automatic shotgun and a pump-action. Emmett did have Uzis or whatever they were, though he'd disappeared. They also had several pistols that still had ammo and even Kelsey was packing a rifle. Let them try. ... "Can you see that leg poking out from behind those bushes in front of the church? That was a rotter." Brandon said keeping his attention fixed on his sector. ... "I'm back. I brought the others." Ower said coming up behind Cole and Murrell. Cole looked back to see the others recieving some orders from Hirsch. The man wasn't the biggest but he was the boss of their diminishing crew. He had presence of a sort, mostly it was that he had crazy written all over his scarred face. At around fifty he was also older than most of the boys too. Ower in particular looked up to him. They were both fucked up. They were all fucked up, he knew that, both those two were legitimately unhinged. The others split into two groups of three, one taking the pistol and going south and the other takinv the rifle and shotgun and going east. Hirsch came up to the three of them with his lever action in hand resting on his shoulder. "The others are going to loop around to cover the other end of this street, and one street over to thd north on the corner of that street that runs along the pharmacy. So we'll have two guns watching the front and back of that place." he explained with a sense of pride. "So how are we doing this? Like the church?" Cole asked. "Nope. Not unless we have to. I'd rather avoid a fight. We talk first. They cleared the street of junkheads, go up there and tell them our demands." Hirsch instructed casually. "What? Why me?" Cole asked incredulously. Hirsch didn't say anything, but brought his rifle down in front of him and stared at Cole. The implication was clear. Cole really hated that guy. Grudgingly he stood and raised his hands above his head. He began walking down Talbot Street towards the pharmacy. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 9 2015, 01:20 AM Post #848 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Whole world’s a coffin these days, tall guy,” Jeff piped up from nearby Maxwell. It occurred to him that Maxwell had been muttering for no one’s benefit, but Jeff had been pacing around nervously and had heard him. Now he was doing that thing where he talked for the sake of ignoring those nerves. He felt at least a little comfortable around Maxwell now that they had fought alongside each other, albeit unsuccessfully -- and kind of embarrassingly on his own part. “Why should this place be any different?” he added rhetorically, trying to sound more nonchalant than he was feeling. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 9 2015, 01:27 AM Post #849 |
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Is that so?
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Maxwell let out a tired sigh. He must have spoken too loudly. "I suppose you aren't wrong." He finally agreed with Jeff. "But at least out there you have the illusion of an escape. A mystical back door you can retreat through when things get out of hand. But this? There is only one way in and out of here. There is no running away." ********** Willow's heart skipped a beat; someone suddenly appeared. A younger man, hands held above his head as he marched directly towards the pharmacy. "We have someone coming our way." Willow spoke up. "Hands above his head." She hovered a finger over the trigger, but didn't pull. She poked her head above the rifle and scanned the entirety of the church, but no one else was coming. It was just him. Was the dead rotter Brandon saw just this guy and not the entire group they were prepared for? It didn't really matter either way; no shortcuts. She had to pretend he was dangerous until proven otherwise. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 9 2015, 01:56 AM Post #850 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli was positioned by one of the windows to the side, scanning north on Hiawatha for any activity whatsoever. He clenched his teeth when he heard Willow’s report, and glanced towards Talbot, waiting for this ’someone’ to come into view. He thought they had decided on a warning shot to show they were not to be messed with. The hands above his head may have slightly complicated matters – and this someone may not even be one of the brutes Chris had tangled with – but his own feelings on the matter hadn’t changed. He held his tongue, however. If the others wanted to hear what this mysterious person had to say, he wasn’t in a position to overrule them. “Well shit,” Jeff’s voice sounded out from nearby. Apparently, he hadn’t decided to hold his tongue. “What are the odds he’s coming to ask for a cup of sugar?” |
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| Strompy | Apr 9 2015, 03:04 AM Post #851 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Let me see." Chris said coming to the window. His face burnt up and his heart pounded at the sight of the stocky redhead coming their way. He'd seen that one before. One of the ones who chased after them when they made their escape. Peter fought to keep them back while he, Leah and Brooke legged it. That fat ginger fuck stabbed Pete in the back. "That's one of them." he growled with absolute loathing. "Give him a warning shot. He does anything other than run, turn him into a stain." Brandon said, secretly wishing the guy would be stupid enough to stick around. ... One street over three more of Hirsch's boys made their way towards the corner of Hiawatha and Curtis street. One was armed with a bolt action rifle, another with a shotgun and the third with a hatchet. They formed up on the dance studio on the corner. The rifleman gestured for the one with the shot gun to cover the otherside of the street. There was a parkinglot at the back of the pharmacy that needed to be covered. The man with the shotgun darted across the street, staying liw. As he surveyed the parking lit he niticed tgat an alkeyway conbected it to the street and decided to move up to cover it from the parking lot itself. "Hey. Stay within eyesight." the rifleman instructed in the loudest ehisper he could manage, but to no avail. "Ah you stupid asshole." he cursed. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 9 2015, 03:27 AM Post #852 |
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Willow bit her tongue and centered her scopes on the young man. She told herself that it wasn't worth giving these guys a chance to flee. More people could be victimized like Brooke had been if she let them escape now. A warning shot was too good for them, she told herself. I should just kill him now. The thought gripped strongly in her mind. This spike of emotions only hit for a moment or two, but those few seconds made her entirely aware of something else. During that brief lapse in judgment, she wanted to pull the trigger. But her finger hadn't moved. More specifically, it couldn't move. She could see the faces of the two guys she shot and probably killed back at the border through the lens of the scope; their faces contorted in their agonized death throes. It hearkened her back to bridge all over again. She squeezed the trigger twice and killed two people. She had done that. And even though this young, redheaded guy was an active practitioner of the moral injustices that plagued the world now, she found herself not physically capable of pulling the trigger with the intent to kill. Even if that intent was only there for a brief moment, she instinctively knew that her body could not respond to it. To make matters worse, Willow found herself further disturbed at the fact that she was disturbed by that revelation. "What's taking you so long?" Maxwell complained. "N-nothing." Willow tried to assure him, but the sudden anxiety was laced within her voice. With a deep sigh, she aimed the rifle to the side. The urge to gun him down in the street where he stood had passed. Randall was right in that they should avoid a gunfight. But if a gunfight did follow, Willow was not sure how she would be able to cope. Would she be able to pull the trigger? She hadn't thought she would have been capable of it before, but when she was pushed far enough, she had overcome her own mental barriers. Would it be the same this time? The questions hung over her head like darkened storm clouds. I can worry about this later. She tried to assure herself. BLAM! This time she found she could pull the trigger. The loud crack of the warning shot echoed through the otherwise quiet streets. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 9 2015, 03:34 AM Post #853 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli’s gaze – and his aim – swivelled when he saw a flash of movement in his periphery. By the time his sights were once again set north on Hiawatha Street, there was nobody there. He was sure he didn’t imagine it, though. Something – no, fuck that, somebody – had crossed the street at the intersection. He didn’t look away, even as he heard Brandon, Maxwell and Willow talk, then heard the welcome pop of Willow’s rifle. He kept his view fixed on that intersection. If there was another movement, he wanted to be ready. |
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| Strompy | Apr 9 2015, 07:52 AM Post #854 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Cole froze where he stood. His heart beating rapidly as the crack of a rifle broke the eerie silence. After a moment he realized he wasn't dead. He somehow managed to raise his hands even higher. "Fuck off." Chris demanded from the now broken window. "We just want that guy! The one with the mace! We have no interest in the rest of you, you can be on your way and you won't be harassed or followed." he yelled. It was a half-truth. They wanted the guy because he managed to kill two of theirs. It was Hirsch who wanted the girl. Fuck him though, he wasn't the one standing in the middle of the street with a rifle in front and psychopath behind. If he got out of this alive, Cole was going to stick that lousy fuck for this. ... Chris considered what had just been said. He had no reason to trust his word, but he really believed they wanted to avoid these people. It made sense. They had similar numbers but more guns, not an easy target like they had been. If they were willing to leave them be in exchange for him it might be worth it. If they would take Brooke. Then what chance would she stand without somebody who knew how to get her insulin? If he couldn't get back to his lab to create more before her insulin ran out she would die anyway. For Brooke to live, he had to live. How would these people see it though? The one-handed guy seemed to think these guys were a threat regardless of why they were here. Would they turn him over for a chance to get out of there peacefully anyway? ... "That's bullshit. I've met their type before. They're predators. As soon as they see an opportunity to hit us they'll do it." Julie said with absolute conviction. "I agree. They're in a weaker position than us. They could have us surrounded and normally that would be bad for us; while they can't push we can't leave but they could just wait us out. Rotters change that though. We start shooting at each other and it's going to draw rotters. That's not as big a problem for us as it is for them because this place is rotter proof, all we have to do is hide and wait for an opening, while they have to run. They've got nothing so they're trying to get what they want by bluffing. They don't stand a chance and they know it." Brandon explained. There were probably rotters already on their way after Willow fired that warning shot. "What he said. Tell them to go fuck themselves." Julie concurred. ... Outside the three other members of Hirsch's group formed up beside the building on the corner of Talbot and Southwick street. The one at the front was armed with a pistol and the others armed with a nail hammer and a machete. They waited in place. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 9 2015, 12:29 PM Post #855 |
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"Go fuck yourselves!" Willow shouted at the man in the street at Julie's behest. Randall was a little thankful that Brandon, Julie, and Willow had taken the initiative over there. He didn't want to fight these guys, but he also didn't want to hand over someone. Especially to a group like these guys. Of course, Randall was also fairly sure that these bandits had more planned than they let on. He was worried that they were being surrounded or that they were trying to dupe them into coming out into the open. Or maybe they were trying to buy time and direct attention to this one guy in the street. "What are you thinking?" Glenda inquired from next to him. "That something feels off about all of this." Randall told her and spared a glance at the small rifle she held; the one Kelsey had learned to shoot with. "Get in position by the windows too. I have a feeling we're gonna need you up there." Glenda nodded and slipped up towards the corner of the store where Maxwell and Jeff lingered, which faced the Talbot and Southwick intersection. At the same time, Randall slipped over to Eli's position in the corner facing the Hiawatha and Curtis intersection. He peered out the windows, but didn't see anything. Eli, however, was clearly focused on something. "Did you see something?" Randall asked him. |
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