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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 12 2015, 04:59 PM Post #901 |
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"R-really? You're not with them?" The man looked doubtful, but as a fresh set of clothes were handed over his face started to soften. "I... I don't know what to... Th-thank you." He looked genuinely thankful. The woman who was with him also relaxed a little and her lips curled into a small, grateful smile. The genuine looks on their faces helped Randall relax a little bit more. Well, kind of. There were still a few big questions he had to ask. The man slipped the jeans that had been given to him and the shirt, while the woman wordlessly wrapped herself in the jacket. Finally feeling a little more comfortable, the man looked at Randall in the eyes, and then back to Eli, who had just given him clothes. Now that they were a little more relaxed, Randall was able to tell that both of them looked like they were in their early or mid 30's. "M-my name is Marcus." He finally introduced himself in a gravelly baritone. "Candice." The petite Asian woman answered, nervously looking over her shoulder towards the rotter a ways back that was still slowly hobbling towards them. Randall got the feeling that the rotter was not what she was really afraid of. Still, Randall could see no other signs of movement; they didn't have much light left, but this was something that had to be sorted out now. There was still this 'Cory' figure that had to be dealt with; especially if he was at the bridge. "So, Marcus... what exactly happened?" Randall asked the question on everyone's mind. "We were crossing the Blue Water Bridge in our old car." Marcus began to explain. "But once we got to the Canadian side, we were greeted by a couple of guys with big ass guns. Big guys, man. Covered in tattoos with cold eyes. I-I think they were former convicts or a biker gang or something. I thought they were gonna kill us, so I begged them to let us live. I told them we would give them everything we had if they just let us go." "They thought it was an interesting suggestion, so they took us up on it." Candice added on. "And as you saw, they took everything. But they did let us live. They had a few bodies strung up on display... so it was obvious we were lucky to get away with that." ********** "Yeah, thanks... Kelsey." Willow sarcastically retorted, still burying her face in Brandon's shirt and unable to look anyone in the eyes right now. "Umm... you're welcome?" The confused look on her face clearly showed she had no idea what had just happened. "Well, I was just checking on you." Glenda assured Willow. "If you're still okay now, I think you'll pull through. Sorry to say, but God doesn't want you dead yet. And neither does anyone else." As Glenda got up to leave, she grabbed Kelsey by the hand and gave the young girl a smile. "Maybe you should come sit with us in the Explorer now, hm? Give these two some privacy." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 12 2015, 05:15 PM Post #902 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“That’s you – lucky,” Jeff remarked. Eli gave him a chastising look; Jeff gave him an apologetic one back. He probably just couldn’t help himself. “Sorry,” Jeff added, turning back to the now-clothed couple. “It’s good that you’re not… on display.” “Okay then,” Eli jumped in quickly. “Sorry to hear that happened to you, really, more than you could know. Believe it or not, we got a similar story, and yours actually had a happier ending.” For some reason, Eli’s heart wasn’t as heavy as he suspected it should be. The news that they were going to have to deal with more thugs was unfortunate, but at the same time it kind of came as a relief. People like that being out there was always a risk these days, it seemed. This time, they knew about it in advance. This time, they weren’t going to be jumped in a border checkpoint, or pinned down in a pharmacy, and none of their people were going to get taken out from under them. This time, it wasn’t so scary. This time, Eli thought, they should be scared of us. Eli glanced back momentarily as he heard Emmett open the driver’s side door. He hopped out as well, likely so he could hear this. He must have been having a more complicated reaction to this news. Wasn’t so long ago, after all, that he was part of a group doing roughly the same thing – even if, by the sound of it, Emmett never approved. Eli decided to worry about that later. For now, he figured they might as well get down to brass tacks. He didn’t see the point in delaying. “So, Marcus, Candice, you were saying – big guys, big guns. What else do you remember? How many were there, for example? Where were they, what kind of fortifications or defences? And define big.” |
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| Strompy | Apr 12 2015, 05:36 PM Post #903 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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After what happened to them the idea of this Cory guy and his friend really pissed Julie off. She wanted to roll up on them right then and blow their brains out, then maybe string them up, those lousy assholes. More than likely though, if it were just two guys they'd know to stay away from them. They had more people, and more guns than them. The only reason those guys in St Thomas attacked was because their boss seemed crazy, and they fucked off as soon as things went bad. They would probably be safe crossing the bridge. If Cory knew what was good for him that was. ... "Soooo. Large, huh? Is that out of courtesy or wishful thinking?" Brandon asked teasingly as he moved his hands down to Willow's hips. They were a sight. Shot up, cut up, beat up, bruised and bleeding. Once they were both mended enough they really deserved a little R&R. Brandon looked forward to that, putting the thought of death out of his mind completely. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 12 2015, 05:50 PM Post #904 |
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Is that so?
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Marcus and Candice both gave Jeff a really strange look, but they moved past it fairly quickly thanks to Eli directing the conversation in an entirely different direction. Marcus rubbed his stubble as he contemplated Eli's question. "Here's what I got for ya; they had three guys on the ground, includin' their leader. They also had a couple more guys in some of the booths, but I don't think they had any more than six. One of the guys let it slip that most of their group were away for some reason. Honestly, man, I think we were just dealin' with their skeleton crew." "Shit..." Randall muttered. He didn't want to deal with a bigger group of these guys if it could be helped. But right now it seemed that their numbers were small. Coming from behind against a smaller group, Randall was beginning to feel confident about their chances. "They didn't have that many fortifications; they had some cars to block off most booths, but they always kept one booth open to move through." Candice hugged the jacket closer to her; thankfully she was so short that the jacket turned into a sort of one piece dress for her. "As long as you go through the path they designate, it's actually pretty easy navigation." "Yeah man. Normally, I'd be against you guys tryin' to pick a fight with those guys, but you do got 'em outnumbered. And you look well armed. Especially comin' from behind, I think you guys could knock 'em out. We'll even help if you want it, cause there's no way we could survive without our stuff." Marcus looked between Eli and Randall. "And you guys look like good guys, we can even take you to a safe spot if you want, man." He told them cautiously, as if he was still trying to prove his usefulness. "We came from a community over in Flint, we can take you there. We got houses, running water, electricity, hell, we even got a doctor." "A doctor?" Randall's mind snapped back to Willow. It almost seemed too good to be true. "Why would you guys be leaving that behind!?" Randall suddenly asked. "I-I came up here lookin' for my brother, man!" Marcus retorted. "I thought I could make a day trip to Ottawa and see if he was doin' well, maybe bring him back, but after bein' this far out, I don't think that's the case, man. I fucked up, I just wanna go back to Flint now." ********** "Uh-umm..." Willow didn't exactly know what to say. She let her hands rest on the sides of his stomach. She made sure to caress him gently, knowing he'd been shot on his side recently. "Size... doesn't really matter..." She finally tried to justify her decision. "Least... I don't think... Anyway... I was just... being courteous." She lifted her head up and rested her chin on his chest so she could look at his face. She shot him a curious smile. "You telling me... I should have gotten... the smalls instead?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 12 2015, 06:28 PM Post #905 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli blinked. Electricity? Running water? A doctor?! Marcus had probably told them that to earn trust. For Eli, it did the opposite. After everything he had seen from the quarantine zone in Manhattan and on, the idea of such a relative utopia was very hard to believe. The thought distracted him from the rest of Marcus’ words. “Wait, wait,” Eli said, narrowing one eyebrow. “How? How does this place in Flint – right, Flint? How does it have all this stuff?" |
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| Strompy | Apr 12 2015, 06:35 PM Post #906 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Who cares? We get to kick some ass and save Willow?" Julie asked of nobody in particular. The prospect or a fight was frightening, but if it meant getting Willow to a doctor they had to do it. The thought gave her a militant fervour. All the shit she had inside from everything they'd been through was aimed directly at the motherfuckers standing in their way now. She actually wanted to fight despite that apprehension, her nerves just turned to anger. "Let's fucking do it! We've got the guns and we've got the skills, well some of us at least. Get pumped!" she said, shoving Jeff a little. ... "No." Brandon answered quickly. Brandon looked down at Willow and bit his lip in frustration. She was so beautiful it hurt. He wanted to take her right there. He moved his hands from her hips to her ass, giving it a gentle but appreciative squeeze. It was the purest frustration he'd ever known to have her so close but so... untouchable. The way things had been going the last few days he seriously doubted they'd ever have a chance for what they wanted any time soon. Was this just lust? Was it just that he hadn't had anyone for almost a year? He hadn't immediately pursued her though. He could have made a move that first night at Mt Kisco if it were just a physical thing. Or their first night on the road. That was when he had first started to take real notice of her after all, after she completely stunned him back at the rec centre with her pistol skills. She was deadly and he loved it. "You're bad for my mental well-being, you know that? You're all kinds of dangerous. I'm going crazy here." he admitted. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 12 2015, 07:02 PM Post #907 |
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Glenda came walking up to the scene with Kelsey in tow, but neither party said anything. "I know, man! I know! I wouldn't have believed it either!I mean, it ain't really in Flint, it is just east, but it doesn't really matter. It's still Flint, of all places! Motherfuckin' Flint!" Marcus was taken aback by Eli's borderline aggressive response, but he held his ground. Randall was still wary of this though; he wanted to hear what Marcus had to say about it. But he could hardly blame Julie for her newly acquired gungho attitude. "When everythin' went down, a city politician, Geraldine Blackwell, knew this shit was gonna be bad. Without the permission of the city, she actually took a group of city workers, myself included, and immediately started to wall off a small part of the city; startin' with Eckinger Street. We worked our asses off and got that shit sectioned off in a day. She collected city cops, had them stand on patrol around the place, keep it safe from the deadheads and rioters." Marcus hastily explained the process of how the community was put together. "She brought in generators to supply power. When everything started to calm down, we started adding on to the walls to encompass more houses, making room for more people. She sent a crew out to route water to the community through the nearby reservoir. Even now, she's working on incorporating the nearby fields to grow food. She... she is a fucking goddess, man! Without her, that place would just be another part of the overrun city." Marcus clearly spoke with respect for the woman. "I swear to everythin' holy, this place is more than you can ask for." Randall crossed his arms. He sounded like he was telling the truth, but he wanted to see how Eli would respond. ********** Had she received a compliment like this a few months ago, she would have fervently denied it. But after everything she'd been through, she really felt like a badass. She felt dangerous. "I am... pretty dangerous." She agreed with a coy smile. "But you're still... my kryptonite." Without warning, Willow shot her right hand down the front of Brandon's pants and took hold of the first thing she found. Perhaps it was because she had just been shot and stopped caring, maybe it was just her being unable to control herself being alone in a dark room with Brandon. Realistically, it was probably both. "Feels like... I got the right size." She held the coy smile and kept looking into his eyes. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 12 2015, 07:26 PM Post #908 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli took a breath. His paranoia started to settle, almost as quickly as it had spiked. He exchanged a look with Randall. Eli could tell that, like himself, he was thinking of Willow. She made the prospect of this community – and this supposed doctor – irresistible. And besides, this Marcus guy seemed sincere. So had Chris, and he turned out all right. Eli wanted to trust his gut feeling. One of these days, though, his gut feeling was going to be wrong. Just hopefully not this time, he thought. He frowned for just a second, and then forced his expression back into neutral. “Okay,” he said, then turned to Julie and even smiled a little. “Okay. It sounds good.” Jeff shifted a little in place, maybe a bit uncomfortable with Julie’s exuberance – or her quasi put down, more likely. Or maybe he was just thinking about the fight she was hyping up. He hadn’t had a good track record with those so far. “What are we talking about here, though?” he said, addressing his group more than Marcus or Candice. “Are we saying we’re going to kill these bridge guys?” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Emmett – his lips curled down slightly at the corners, and his eyes darkened a little. |
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| Strompy | Apr 12 2015, 07:28 PM Post #909 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Mmph." Brandon groaned at Willow's touch. His body went tense. The sensation sending electricity through him. He lifted his hands off of her and flexed them in the air, wanting so badly to put them on her, feel every inch of her. If he bit his lip any harder he'd draw blood. Careful not to hurt her he shifted Willow up and kissed her passionately. She tasted of the coppery blood on her breath and lips. It was her blood though, and he wanted it. He wanted everything of her. Everything. With more self-control than he knew he had he pulled his lips away from hers. She was still in a bad condition, any more excitement could be bad for her. Brandon let out a quivering breath and buried his face in her hair, kissing her neck gently. It couldn't go any further. Not yet. It tied him in knots. "Hey guys you gotta ohhh!" Julie exclaimed as she came to the door of the trailer and intruded on their moment. She hastily walked back the way she came. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 12 2015, 07:44 PM Post #910 |
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"I would rather avoid a gunfight if possible." Randall actively stepped into the discussion. "There aren't very many of them, but it sounds like they have friends coming back soon. If their friends get back before we can get passed them, we may not have any other choice." Randall pursed his lips in thought. What was the best move to make? The only other bridge was south of here, through Detroit. Not only would that bridge be just as dangerous, it might be more so due to the fact it was in Detroit. No, they had to pass here. "Maybe a better option is to sneak past them." Maxwell offered his opinion. "Nobody would expect someone to attempt to swing through in the middle of the night. Especially from the back. Candice said that had no fortifications that could outright stop a car; furthermore if we are lucky, they will be even more undermanned due to sleep." "But how are we supposed to sneak up on the bridge?" Randall countered. "They'd see the lights from a mile away. And we can't just turn our headlights off and try to drive down the freeway in the middle of the night." "I was only giving a suggestion." Maxwell retorted before pointing to Emmett. "Why not ask the big man? He seems to an expert at controlling the movements of people; he played all of us for fools after all." Randall pursed his lips; Maxwell wasn't actually wrong. "Well, what do you think, Emmett?" Randall directly asked him. ********** "Heh..." Willow laughed to herself after the brief moment of passion was interrupted. She wanted him; she wanted him bad. This brief encounter only lit the fire in her to survive so she could have more. Another taste of his lips; another feel. She wanted it all. But despite that... she couldn't even bring herself to be upset at the interruption. Anything more than that would have probably literally killed her. Although... there were far worse ways to go. "Least I got... to cop a feel... and have a taste... in case I didn't..." Willow's body suddenly became heavy. Very heavy. She suddenly felt so... tired. "In case... I didn't..." She placed her arms on his sides once again. Her eyelids were also heavy. She almost couldn't stop them from closing. "I... didn't..." Her head lulled to the side and her body became limp as exhaustion finally took over and she passed out on top of Brandon. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 12 2015, 08:56 PM Post #911 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“I don’t want to kill anyone,” Emmett spoke softly, and for the first time since they pulled over. Eli sighed a little bit. He saw something like that coming. “You know, that guy at the pharmacy…” He trailed off when he realized who was in their company. Did Marcus and Candice really need to know about that? He cursed himself for saying as much as he did. “That was different,” Emmett responded. Apparently he didn’t have the same concern. “That was self-defence. Not murder.” “Sounds like all we’d need to do is walk up to these guys, and we'd be in the same situation. If what Marcus says is true, it doesn't sound like we got much of a choice in this matter." “No,” Emmett said. He sounded pretty definitive. “Not if we can help it.” Eli didn’t want to argue that. He turned to Randall and the others; he wanted to gauge their mood on this. |
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| Strompy | Apr 12 2015, 09:59 PM Post #912 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Willow?" Brandon said shaking her gently by the shoulder. He coukd still feel her heart beating, and her breathing hadn't changed. Unconscious. Brandon didn't know if it was good or bad. Maybe some proper rest was just what she needed. If something was wrong though, then she wouldn't be able to tell them. "Guys. Willow passed out." he called out as calmly as possibly. He didn't move an inch from that spot. That unwelcome feeling of helplessness was creeping up on him again. It wouldn't be so bad if there were something he could. Anything. All he could do was stay there, keep Willow warm and hope she woke up. Woke up alive that is "I'm going to write your full name on your grave marker if you die, Wilma Rutherford Lowe." he warned her. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 13 2015, 01:30 AM Post #913 |
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Glenda heard the status update from Brandon and immediately left to go see what was going on. Randall was glad that she went; someone needed to go see how she was doing. And he needed to stay here and figure out what they could do to get across that bridge. "I kind of agree with Emmett though." Randall finally sighed. "I killed some people in cold blood before. Hell, I ordered those with me to help out, back in the early days of all of this. Even though I had seen them do some terrible things, killing them really didn't make me feel better about it at all. And I know that's stupid to say; because it sounds like these guys are monsters. And I know that if we just go up there and let them shoot at us first to justify it, that is just a reckless and stupid risk." "You think far too much, Randall. The only thing people understand in this new world is brute force and strength. Without the bindings of society, we truly are little more than apes." Maxwell explained. "If these people were good people, they wouldn't be hanging bodies up for display!" "I know, I know!" Randall countered with frustration in his voice. "But I don't know what we can do. And time is not exactly something that we have on our side. Not only is Willow fighting for her life right now, but we don't have much light left. Please, I am open to suggestions." "The way you guys talk... you mean you don't know about the prisons?" Marcus interrupted. "The prisons?" Randall furled his brow. "Yeah, man. When it all went down, a lot of the prisons actually released their inmates when it was clear that this wasn't gonna end. Geraldine told us that. I said those guys at the bridge looked like convicts, man. Their leader at the bridge, Cory, dude is a fuckin' skinhead. His buddies looked like 'em too. Combat boots, jackets, tattoos of fuckin' swastikas on their arms. The weapons they had looked police grade, too. I think he only let us live cause he wanted to watch us get eaten by those deadheads. These guys ain't your regular guys just tryin' to get by. They live for this chaos." Randall let out a heavy sigh. He wasn't sure if this made him feel better about it or not. ********** "What happened?" Glenda asked immediately as she swung around to the back of the van to meet Brandon. The young woman had passed out on his chest, her breathing, while short and ragged, was no worse than it had been before. Glenda reached over and wiped a little bit of blood from the corner of Willow's lip. She looked... asleep. Still, she had a lot of reasons to be concerned. Carefully, Glenda scooped the unconscious Willow off of Brandon and placed her on the ground beside him. "I'll check on her to make sure she is alright." Glenda told him. "I know you're worried, but I'll take care of her. The others I think need your opinions on some things in the meantime." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 13 2015, 01:55 AM Post #914 |
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“These guys sound a lot like the guys we met today,” Eli said. “An’ I heard the same stories about the prisons. I don’t think it changes anything.” The truth was he was conflicted. Killing people – not rotters, people – didn’t come easy to him, and he didn’t want it to. It was simpler in the moment, when it was a matter of life and death. But in the aftermath, it tended to haunt his dreams. The killings that could be avoided were worse. And the one killing he had actually sought out was the worst of all. He had a sneaking suspicion that he’d never forget Evan’s round, pale face, and his plaintive last words. At the same time, though, these ‘skinheads’ didn’t sound like they deserved any mercy or pity. And if Eli and the others simply left them there, how long would it be until someone else – someone innocent – paid the price? Eli looked to Emmett, who hadn’t budged physically or facially, and he knew what side he had to be on. After everything he put the big guy through, the very least he owed him was his vote right now. “Hell, it doesn’t change anything,” he added more assertively. “We don’t kill people we don’t have to. Maxwell may have a point, but Emmett’s the one that’s right. That’s the way it’s gotta be.” Nearby, Jeff adopted a contemplative expression and spoke up. “Look, I don’t think I deserve a vote,” he said. “Hell, I kinda don’t want one. But what’s the other option?” There was a brief pause, which Emmett broke. “Distraction,” he said simply, crossing his arms. “That’s what I did to you.” A large part of Eli still wanted to object. It seemed to him the smarter move would be sneaking up on these guys while it was dark, getting a headcount, and then putting them down before they knew what was happening. If there really were victims strung up, like Marcus claimed, that would be good enough justification for him. It was easy to think that, though. In the moment, he knew it’d be harder to pull the trigger. And after that, it’d be even harder to live never knowing if he made the right choice or not. His debt to Emmett was almost convenient. It made his stance now a little simpler. “That’s my vote too,” he said, staring forward at no one in particular. |
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| Strompy | Apr 13 2015, 02:47 AM Post #915 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon was reluctant to leave Willow, even with Glenda. He held onto her hand even as he rose into a kneeling position next to her. He felt sick. Glenda placed a reasuring hand on his forearm and gently seperated his hand from Willow's, giving him a permissive nod to take his leave. He backed up a few steps and then made his way to the others. There were two new people, the man was wearing slightly ill fitting ckothes and the woman wasn't wearing anything more than Eli's jacket. "What's going on?" Brandon asked Julie. "Marcus and Candice. Just came over from Michigan looking for his brother. They came from a community that's got water, power and fortifications. They've also got a doctor." she explained. Brandon's mind went racing, his body felt light with the hope that news brought. "One problem though. They got jumped. Same as us. Stripped them naked as a sick joke. Real pieces of shit by the sound of it. Skinhead cons. Nobody wants a fight, but well that's probably what it will come to." she continued. More assholes? He shouldn't have been surprised. Their situation was more dire than ever. They were down their best shooter in his opinion and running low on ammo again after that mess in St Thomas. St Thomas gave him an idea though. What happened to Chris and Brooke's people. If they could draw in a horde of rotters on their position, he and Glenda could take out their shooters with the Ruger and Winchester while they were distracted. There were problems with that. How would they draw in the rotters without getting made or caught in their own trap? How would they clear the way once the skinheads were dealt with? And was there even an appropriate vantage point or preferably vantage points from which to shoot? "We scout first. We can't decide on anything without more information. No sense even talking about it until then." Brandon piped up, his head now throbbing with the effort of thinking. He'd just taken a brick to the head and was still standing. His dad always said he had a thick skull. The bleeding had stopped, mostly because of all the hair acting as a kind of patchwork scab wuth all that clotted blood. If this community did have water then he could clean himself up. |
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