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| Strompy | Apr 23 2015, 06:59 PM Post #1126 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Same here, no favorites. No stories." Brandon said. That was a lie. He had stories, but those were his. There was the rec center. When everyone came together for the first time to really accomplish something, and Willow first really caught his attention. Then there was the other day when he and Eli got caught with something like nine rotters in almost absolute darkness and got out alive. Then there were the bad stories; Mt Kisco, the police college, his family... |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 23 2015, 07:21 PM Post #1127 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie considered all of Randall’s advice. She nodded along and committed it to memory. The last part she had heard before. “That’s what the runners say,” she explained. “If horde means what it sounds like it means, anyway. I haven’t seen one. Apparently there have only been a couple nearby since we got the walls up. Our lookouts saw them and we sent people to lure them away.” As for the other threat he mentioned, Annie remembered that it was people that had stolen the clothes off Marcus and Candice’s back and put those bullets in Willow. “We’ve been lucky about people, until recently,” she said. “All of our new arrivals so far have just been grateful for the safety and running water. But people like the ones at the border who ambushed Marcus and Candice… What do you do with them?” * * * “Hoo boy, I hope that kind of grimness isn’t contagious,” Jimmy said. “I guess I see why you guys and Eli get along so well.” He listened again for the motorcycle, and then kept talking. He was absolutely unwilling to sit in silence and risk joining them in their solemnity. “I get it, people have died, people are dying, people will die,” he said. “That’s always been true. I mean, look, maybe Alex and his guys are holed up in that Home Depot and waiting for the threat to pass. Or maybe they got overwhelmed and that was it. We’re gonna find the truth whether we’re in a good mood or not so why not be in a good mood?” He gave them both quick looks before he continued. “Believe me, there’s a lot of things I’d rather be doing than out here digging for scrap metal and killing deadheads,” he said. “But since that’s what I’m doing – and by the way, since it helps people – I figure I might as well find something to like about it. Wouldn’t you agree with that?” |
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| Strompy | Apr 23 2015, 07:39 PM Post #1128 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"No. If I'm in a bad mood already than I don't have as far to fall. I prefer to be raised up by good news than torn down by bad news." Brandon explained. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 23 2015, 07:50 PM Post #1129 |
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Is that so?
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"We do what we have to." Randall didn't sound happy with his answer. "I don't like it, but sometimes it's kill or be killed out there. And you have to make that decision in the blink of an eye. Otherwise-" An image of Mac hit Randall. He saw brain matter and blood spewing from the gunshot wound that pierced his skull; he saw his lifeless body as it slammed against the hood of the truck and toppled to the ground. That was the first friend Randall had seen get killed by someone else and it had happened in the blink of an eye. "None of us are clean, we've all killed to get here. Between here and New York, we met three groups of people who wanted to kill us. One of them was robbing people at the New York-Canada border. We had to gun our way through their checkpoint to survive. And not all of us made it through that. In St. Thomas we met a man who was being pursued by a group of thugs after rescuing his sister from them, who they had been raping. I think we got all those guys, but that's also where Willow got shot. Jumped in front of Brandon and probably saved his life." Randall ran his left hand through his short hair and bit his tongue nervously. He hadn't intended to tell Annie all of this, but it started coming out anyway. And he couldn't stop. He wanted to tell her. He wanted her to know what had happened to them. He wanted to tell her about Mount Kisco. He wanted to do it because he wanted confirmation from someone outside that they were doing something right. He wanted confirmation. "The group we met in Sarnia, we didn't get them. We lured most of them away from their checkpoint with an explosion and our ammunition. It only worked because... because those guys killed for fun and were heavily armed. They probably chased down the source of the sound just to score some kills and free supplies. With them gone, we were able to get past the bridge they had sectioned off pretty easily." He rubbed his jaw as he finished speaking. He had speculated a lot, but he didn't feel like he was too far off on a lot of it. "It's... I'm sorry if that scared you." He realized that he had just some shared horrifying news that she might not have been ready for. "But that's not even all of it, that's just the stuff with people. It's a scary world out there. These walls... they are a blessing. I hope that you never have to leave them. The outside world is just... not the same." * * * * * For the first time, Glenda looked a little annoyed at Jimmy's behavior. "I'm not that grim. I think you are misunderstanding me." She told him sternly. "Killing is just not something I want to be proud of. Even if it is a rotter or a deadhead." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 23 2015, 08:39 PM Post #1130 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jimmy just shook his head and gave Brandon a smile that conveyed his pity. “There’s always bad news, kiddo,” he said. “Keep thinking that way, and life’s just gonna be one bad mood.” He turned back to Glenda. “As for you – fair enough,” he conceded. “Though in the case of a rotter, maybe try thinking of it less as ‘killing’ and more as ‘putting them out of their misery.’ Think about if you turned into one of them. What would you want done?” He let himself frown at that line of thought. That was rare for him – and frustrating, in this case, because he brought it on himself. He needed to get back on track. “Here, how about I tell a story?” he asked rhetorically. “I got a few, so let’s see. Okay, a couple weeks ago me and a few of the other runners were checking out this apartment complex. There was Alex, this guy Travis, and these two girls Emma and Natalie. We split up the building and agree to meet back in the lobby when we’re done.” His frown was gone at the memory. Back on track. “Me and Alex finish first, and we’re waiting at the bottom, then we hear this crash outside. So we take a peek and we see a guitar on the ground, splintered to shit. We’re confused for a second, but then we see a flute coming flying down from the building and hit the ground the same way. Then a trombone. Somebody’s throwing instruments out the building.” His smile turned into his trademark grin. “We later found out one of Natalie’s ex-boyfriends lived in the building, and he was a musician,” he explained. “I guess the relationship didn’t end well. She had some pent up resentment. See, he was into instrumental music, and was fairly experimental. He had a lot of instruments I’d never heard of. Like a theremin, or a cimbalom, or an anvil for percussion – things like that. Of course, as this stuff hits the ground, it makes a lot of noise, and it attracts deadheads. So Alex and I have to gun our guns out and start picking them off. About 12 came out of the woodwork, and we got 11 before running out of ammo.” He mimed the shooting parts with his hand. “The instruments had stopped coming, so Alex switched to his knife. He headed outside to put down the final rotter, when all of a sudden – splat! He’s two feet away when an anvil falls on the rotter’s head. Right out of the sky. Just like in a cartoon. You should have seen the mess. Alex didn’t feel clean for about a week.” He chuckled lightly at the memory. “And that’s it. No one got hurt, Natalie apologized, and we all laughed about it after,” he said. “We didn’t take it as a sign of how close we were to death. We took it as an opportunity to enjoy life. The collective we could use a lot more of that.” * * * Annie exhaled through her nose. That was a lot to absorb. She didn’t know what to think of it, really. The idea of killing people went against her oath as a doctor and her beliefs as a person, but in those stories, it didn’t sound like they had a chance. She also knew, in the back of her mind if not the front, that she could get there too. More easily than she’d like. If it between someone else and her – or better yet, someone else and Connor – she knew who she’d choose. “I’m… getting that,” she said, composing herself. “It’s okay. It’s scary, yes, but I think I needed to hear it. And it’s juvenile, but I just wish there was an easy answer. How do you truly know when it's you or them?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 23 2015, 09:08 PM Post #1131 |
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Is that so?
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"That... is not something I can answer." Randall admitted. "Not easily, anyway." "Hey Randall, can yo-" "I got it, man!" Marcus called out as Randall turned his head. He gave Randall a knowing wink before rushing off to answer the call for help. Randall returned his attention to Annie. "It feels cheap, but I care for everyone that I am out there with. They are my friends; they have my back and I have theirs. And I'm not just looking out for them, but my own daughter too. We've been through things out there that even Hollywood hasn't done. So when someone shoots a gun at any of them with the intent to kill... I'm not proud of it, but that is when playing nice stops being an option for me. That's when it becomes about self-preservation. Because it isn't just my life that is being threatened. It's Eli's, it's Willow's, it's Brandon's, it's Julie's, it's Kelsey's. I can't risk their lives." * * * * * Glenda listened intently to Jimmy's story. As it ended, she could at least understand where Jimmy was coming from through the story. It did have a certain lightheartedness to it that she could relate to. "... who throws instruments around during the apocalypse?" Glenda was genuinely perplexed by that detail. "Even if it is an ex-boyfriend." |
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| Strompy | Apr 23 2015, 10:03 PM Post #1132 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon was starting to understand Jimmy's outlook but he still couldn't share it. Everything in its place. When he and the people he cared about were safe, as safe as they could be, he was happy. He also didn't accept people's deaths so easily, he couldn't just shrug off the fact his family was dead and he absolutely refused to accept that people were going to die horrifically. Nobody had to die like that, it could be avoided. Maybe Jimmy mistook his seriousness for a lack of hope or optimism. Brandon was simply guarded, he protected himself from disappointment. If anything it was Jimmy's outlook that seemed bleak, guy seemed to accept all of this. To Brandon that seemed like giving up. He supposed it just came down to personal preference. Jimmy seemed to ride the wave and Brandon felt that it should be fought. Even so he chuckled at Jimmy's story. It was pretty funny. He just didn't think everything was a joke. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 23 2015, 10:17 PM Post #1133 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“I understand,” Annie said with a determined nod. Like she said yesterday, she needed to be stronger. She needed to be more prepared. Learning this was part of that. If there were people out there who were kidnapping, raping, and shooting women – and ever since Randall and his group’s arrival, she had known for sure there were – than she needed more than survival tips. She needed to know more than just what to do. She needed to develop the grit and fortitude to do it. “It goes against everything I’ve been taught,” she added. “But if that moment comes for me, I don’t want to risk my life either. Or Connor's.” * * * Jimmy chuckled a little more he turned around again. He gave Glenda an exaggerated shrug and smile. “Well that’s women for you, right?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 23 2015, 10:42 PM Post #1134 |
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Is that so?
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Randall glanced over at Annie. He didn't say anything. He didn't know what more he could say; he had already told her a lot more than he had intended on. And it came out a lot more bleak than he had wanted. He told himself that this was for the best. That she needed to know what the world was really like. He made that decision with Kelsey early on, to expose her to the world so that she could grow strong from it. Gain the strength she needed to survive. But he made that decision knowing that there were no more walls to hide behind for them. That nowhere was safe. This place wasn't safe either. So why did it feel different? "Annie, I..." RATATATATA! A burst of gunfire from nearby broke Randall's train of thought. He looked back to the guards and saw the older man with a rifle on his shoulder and Jen with the baseball bat. "Get in the walls!" The older man barked the order to everyone. Beyond them, a mass of rotters had started to appear. They were lumbering down Richfield from the parking lot of the Citizen's Bank that was situated on the corner of the next street down. The trees that surrounded that lot must have let them get this close undetected. "Shit..." Randall muttered. "Drop everything and get inside!" Marcus and the others hardly needed the warning. They were already pulling everything they had laid out back through the gate. Meanwhile, Jen slammed one approaching rotter in the face with her bat while the older man fired another few shots off and picked off some of the closer ones. It wasn't much, but they were buying time for everyone to finish dragging their supplies back into the safety of the walls. The majority of the horde had only just come into sight, so they had enough minute or two before they reached the gate. The other four guards at the gate didn't fire any shots off. Not yet. They waited. "I guess you get to see a horde up close." Randall grimaced. "You get used to them showing up at the worst times." He tucked the Tupperware container under his right arm so he could place his left on her shoulder; "You don't want to get any closer, trust me." * * * * * Glenda adopted a pensive expression. Even if it was off-handed, Glenda didn't like his response that it was women who were like that. It annoyed her when men adopted that stance. If her ex-boyfriend had been anything like Jimmy, Natalie's outburst might have been completely justified. Even if Glenda didn't understand it, she was already justifying it now, if only to prove Jimmy's statement wrong in her head. Of course, she wasn't going for a confrontation. She didn't want to get into a verbal slugging match with Jimmy. "I guess." It was the most she was willing to give him. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 23 2015, 11:21 PM Post #1135 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie’s breath caught in her throat. For a second, panic froze her in place. “I wasn’t planning on it,” she said after the second passed. Her bearings returned. She had been in high pressure situations before, she reminded herself. Many of them had been recent. She had operated on Willow just the other night, even. In that case, her own life wasn’t at risk – but the mindset was the same. She just had to find a way back to it. She reached over and gave Randall’s hand a squeeze – she appreciated his gesture, and wanted to return it. Then she swivelled and headed back for the gate with the others, trying to keep calm. She wasn’t trained to fight rotters. Even if she was, there was too obviously too many to contend with now. * * * Jimmy raised both eyebrows at her expression and her sparse reply. At least Brandon had humoured him with a chuckle. “I’m just teasing, come on,” he said. “I mean, who are you talking to right now? I got nothing but respect for the female race.” He heard the motorcycle again, far enough away now that it was worth checking out. “I’ll go see how we’re looking, hold on,” he said, and got out of the car. For no one’s benefit but his own, he shook his head and let out a low breath, as if shaking off the tension. He jogged around the corner of the building they were hiding behind to take a look at the current deadhead situation. They were gone from the parking lot. He could still hear them not far off, but from his vantage point, he couldn’t even see them a single. That’ll do, decided. Before heading back to his truck, he jogged over to Eli’s van. If he hopped, he could see Eli riding low in the chair. Eli’s face scrunched up when he saw him coming. Jimmy smiled back, but was at least a little confused inside. He was having a hard time figuring this guy out. He didn’t flinch when he checked him out at their first meeting, and he didn’t punch him out when he made a move earlier – but he hadn’t exactly warmed up to him either. “Your biker pal did his job,” Jimmy said after tapping on his window. “Let’s hop to it.” Eli nodded back to confirm he understood, then opened the door when Jimmy stepped away. “I’m ready,” he said, and he left it at that. “Glad to hear,” Jimmy replied as he made his way back to the others to relay the same message. A minute later, the four of them – Jimmy with his spear once again – quietly made their way across the parking lot. Nearby, the mass of deadheads continued to make a lot of noise as they shuffled after the motorcycle sound. From the parking lot proper, Jimmy could see a wall of their backs as they shambled away. “Don’t make any noise you don’t have to,” Jimmy instructed with a whisper. “I know it goes without saying. I said it anyway.” He looked around the parking lot, which was now clear of upright bodies except for theirs. There were plenty of dead ones, though – at least a dozen. They all looked gnarly enough to have been rotters before they passed, and the wounds in their heads gave Jimmy plenty of confirmation that they were. “I don’t recognize any of these guys,” he reported quietly, studying each one as he passed. He looked up at one of the abandoned vehicles, and made a tsk noise. It was Alex’s flatbed truck. There was a tarp on the back. “I recognize that, though,” he said. He made his way over to untie the tarp and look under it – it was packed with galvanized sheet metal and a few long bundles of lumber. He didn’t have any doubt about the truck’s owner – he had spent enough time in and around it – but now he knew beyond a doubt. He re-tied the tarp. He instantly came to the practical conclusion that whatever they found out about Alex and his crew, they would still be bringing this back with them. It didn’t make any sense to leave it behind and waste Alex’s efforts. He looked up. There was a trail of blood leading into the building. A few more rotter corpses littered that trail. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 23 2015, 11:40 PM Post #1136 |
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Is that so?
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Drawn in by the sound of gunfire, a few rotters came meandering from the backyard of one of the houses nearby and quickly got themselves entangled in the barbed wire that the constructions workers had set up to serve as a barrier. They gnashed their teeth and reached for people as they retreated. One of the guards at the door caught sight of them. He must have panicked, because Randall saw him raise his rifle and spray it at the entangled rotters. While he did kill them, the struggling rotters and the wide gunshots had the unfortunate side effect of weakening one of the already poorly placed wooden poles that the crew had just set up and used as the anchor for the barbed wire. As Randall and Annie approached the entrance, the pole fell down and slammed into the outer wall. "Shit, look out!" Randall pulled Annie to the side without thinking as the wooden pole came crashing into the street nearby alongside a flurry of barbed wire and metal off the wall. The debris blocked off most of the road. Thankfully it was still passable if one was careful and the wall, although damaged, was still holding. Nevertheless, Randall was filled with a strong urge to punch Ethan again; What the hell kind of cheap wall are they building here!? And what the hell is up with the guards!? The flaws of this place were quickly becoming very apparent to Randall. A chunk of the wall had just been broken down by a large wooden pole. He understood that they had terrible tools and resources, but this sort of fragility was almost unforgivable. "GAH!" He turned around as he heard the cry; Jen was on the ground, she had her left leg in her hands. Blood was flowing from her calf. Couldn't have been a rotter bite; maybe a ricocheted bullet? All that mattered was she couldn't walk. As the rotters were getting close, the older man that was with her looked at Jen as she laid on the ground, then lowered his rifle and ran towards the gate. Randall's jaw dropped. He was abandoning her. He was fucking leaving her to die. This was too much. In the span of a minute, he had seen the crap design of the walls; he had seen the ineptitude of the guards; and the cowardice of those that were supposed to be protecting people. It was too much. He had thought this place was safe, but now the only word he could use to describe it was lucky. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?" He turned to Annie and then immediately started running back out; "I'LL BE BACK!" * * * * * A glimmer on the ground caught Glenda's eye as they approached the flatbed truck. In fact, there were several glimmers. She had a sneaking suspicion of what they were. While everyone else continued ahead, Glenda knelt over to check it out. Her hunch was right, she was looking at bullet shells. She didn't know the exact type, but she was sure it was from a small caliber rifle. Quite a few of them; whoever had been using it had not been concerned about using ammo. Nearby, a relatively fresh bloodstain decorated the pavement. The implication was obvious. He had either died here and then come back to life... or... gotten away? There was no gun nearby. Questions churned themselves about in Glenda's skull. Was this the work of rotters... or people? There was no direct evidence to support it was people, but she couldn't shake the suspicion from her head. No, no. There is no reason to jump to conclusions. He could have just as easily gotten injured and fled. Glenda reprimanded herself for jumping to conclusions like that. She got back to her feet and went to rejoin the others. As she did, she saw a few more casings scattered across the ground. "A lot of bullet casings around here, aren't there?" She suggested to the group. "Whatever happened, they fought back." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 24 2015, 12:37 AM Post #1137 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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A swath of panic cut through Annie’s defences when debris rained down in front of her, and then more hell broke out in its wake. It took Randall cursing for her to rein in her senses, and she frowned when she did. Jen. The sight of her bleeding was worrying, but it made her protective instincts kick in. She was a doctor, she had to help. Rotters are coming, though. Some of them are close. It took her a second to realize what Randall was doing, and then another second to realize that as dangerous as it was, it was the right thing. He had just gotten done telling her about self-preservation, but here he was on the move anyway. He was risking a lot, especially for a one handed man, but he didn’t let that stop him. A one handed man. Shit. That meant he was going to need some help. Annie punched through her fear and started running after him towards Jen. Towards the rotters. Unarmed. She hadn’t really thought it through. That didn’t really matter. If Randall could do the right thing, so she could she. * * * Jimmy looked back at Glenda, and then nodded. “Lot of deadheads to show for it,” he whispered. He felt a feeling that was kind of like pride. If Alex and his team had gone down, at least they had gone down swinging. Though they probably had gone down. That had been his suspicion ever since Geraldine knocked on his door this morning, and he was getting more and more confirmation with every second. Without another word, he followed the trail of blood to the door. His mind was already putting together a scenario. Alex, or one of his people, had been bit badly. They retreated back inside the hardware store, spilling blood along the way – he thought back, because the contents of the truck indicated they’d made at least one successful trip in and out already. Once inside – well, the same thing probably happened that happens every time, he figured. Until Randall, none of them had known for sure that amputation would work. Nobody had ever been bit in a spot that made it possible, or had gotten to safety in time to try it. Mentally, he accepted it. He was probably going to see someone he liked. Whoever it was, they were probably going to be a deadhead. He wouldn’t get sad or angry about it. The most he would do was adopt Glenda’s attitude for a minute. He would put them down, but he wouldn’t enjoy it. He arrived at the entrance alongside Eli and Brandon. It was a set of glass doors – someone had the presence of mind to slip an aluminum bat between two of the handles to keep it from swinging open. He was pretty sure he knew who. “That’s Natalie,” Jimmy pointed at one of the four deadheads clawing at the glass, trying to escape out into the parking lot. After locking herself in, Natalie must have discovered it wasn’t as empty as she thought. He didn’t recognise the other three deadheads, but they had clearly gotten a good start on Natalie before she turned. There were more than a few chunks missing from her arms and legs. It looked like she could barely stand. “I’m sorry,” Eli said. He hadn’t heard the story, obviously, but he understood the implication. “It’s okay,” Jimmy said. He readied his spear. “Just get ready.” He took a step back and readies his weapon. Then he nodded to the bat that was keeping the doors closed. “Brandon,” he said, staring forward. “Would you do the honours?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 24 2015, 02:20 AM Post #1138 |
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Is that so?
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The rotters beat Randall there. But as the first one got close, Jen picked her bat up off the ground and drove it into the rotter. It wasn't a good enough hit to stop it. But it was stunned long enough. Randall reached her a second later, without a moment of hesitation he drove his foot into the chest of the rotter with every ounce of strength he had. It flew backwards, knocking over a few that were directly behind it. Made it. No time to get content. Jen looked up at him with wide eyes; she was both terrified and surprised. Randall didn't give her time to think or process the situation. They had only precious seconds to make a move before the brunt of the horde was on top of them. Randall grabbed the young black woman by her right wrist and pulled her up to her feet. Or foot; she was clearly unable to stand on her left leg. The leg of her jeans was soaked in blood at the calf. She quickly slung her left arm around his neck and then made a wild, one-armed swing with her bat at an encroaching rotter, knocking it back. Of course, with only one hand, he couldn't really hold onto her back at all, he could just hold her up by her arm. He hadn't thought this out at all; he could barely support her, let alone help her walk back to the gate with a mass of rotters literally only a few yards away. They would literally be tripping over each other on the way back. At that moment, Annie arrived beside them. It was reckless and stupid of her to be out here -- just like it was for him to be out here. He was thankful she hadn't waited. "Grab her arm and help me get her back!" He quickly issued a rather obvious order. A few bursts of gunfire echoed from the gate and a few of the nearby rotters were shot down; at least they had some backup. They didn't have nearly enough ammo to keep them all back though so they had to move. * * * * * Glenda frowned at the display. Natalie. Jimmy had just been talking about her. And now they found her like this. Even though Glenda had never known her, merely hearing her mentioned in a fondly recalled story a few minutes ago had made this a little more difficult than she had expected. Even Jimmy's normally boisterous attitude had fallen more somber. He had expected this. They all had. But that didn't make it any easier. Every rotter had a story like this behind them. Friends, family, struggles. Before they met this untimely end. Killing them was necessary, yes. But she didn't want to enjoy it. It didn't feel right to kill them. It didn't feel right to forget them. |
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| Strompy | Apr 24 2015, 02:20 AM Post #1139 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon wanted to give his condolences too but Jimmy seemed to be handling it okay. It struck Brandon that he'd probably seen this happen to quite a few friends. He wondered if it upset Jimmy at all. He hoped it did, he'd like to think Jimmy was still alive enough or human enough to feel pain. He hoped he was just saving his grief for a better time. Brandon slung his rifle again and drew his knife. With his left hand he took hold of the bat and yanked it free. The rotters stumbled forward. The one closest to him got caught on the door frame and fell over as the one next to it stumbled forward. Brandon planted his boot on the neck of the fallen rotter and stepped forward bringing his knife down through the skull of the one that had stumbled forward. It went limp, almost obligingly freeing his blade. He stooped to kneel on the rotter under his foot and pressed his knife into its head. ... Gunfire interrupted Julie's rendition of Walking on Sunshine. It sounded a little too out of control. Not controlled bursts she'd expect if the situation were under control. Randall was over inthat direction. So much for boring. "Guys that sounds a little too busy, I'm gonna go check it out." she declared bringing the trolley to a stop in the street. She pulled her pistol and took off at a light jog towards the gate. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 24 2015, 03:07 AM Post #1140 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie nodded back at the order, and then did as asked, helping Jen fully to her feet before heading back towards safety. She tried to treat the situation like surgery – even though she had never wanted to do that either. She blocked out all the surrounding noise stress and concentrated on the task at hand. * * * Jimmy stabbed Natalie through the brain – a quick, simple motion. Beside him, Eli jumped past him and stuck his own target with a knife. Jimmy turned slightly and saw that Brandon had ended his designated deadhead on the ground. Those deadheads were ones that had surely taken pieces out of Natalie. Seeing them go down gave Jimmy a certain sense of satisfaction. He embraced that feeling and not the other ones. |
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