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Dead Men Walking
Topic Started: Nov 28 2014, 02:20 AM (71,000 Views)
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With Annie's help, moving Jen was much easier. They couldn't move too fast, but they moved faster than the rotters while all but dragging Jen between the two of them. Marcus and a couple of others had managed to push some of the barbed wire and metal plates out of the way to make a path in through the gateway, while the guards stood ready, wisely not firing any more ammunition than was absolutely necessary.

"Come on, you crazy bastard!" Randall heard Marcus shout from the sidelines as they hobbled in through the gate with an injured Jen in tow.

As soon as they were through, the guards that had been giving them cover ran inside. A few of the workers at the gate rolled it to a close, locked the deadbolt, and then tied a few chains around the lock as well to hold the door in place. Now that he had a moment to breath and take in his surroundings, he noticed that quite a crowd had formed around the gate.

"Th-thanks..." Jen whispered to the two of them.

"Oh shit, another one?"

The first familiar face Randall saw was that of Ajay; he was jogging towards the two of them.

"Just shot in the calf, I think." Randall beat Annie to the punch.

Randall looked around Jen at Annie; this was obviously a lot to take in. She had probably never been that close to so many rotters and it was having a bit of a physical effect on her. Randall noticed it and apparently Ajay did too. He slowly reached over and helped take Jen, supporting her on his shoulder and looking to Annie.

"Don't worry about her, I got this one." Ajay assured her. "It's no big deal. Candice is watching Willow anyway, so I needed something to do."

As Ajay led Jen towards the clinic, Randall looked to Annie and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Thanks." He told her genuinely. "That was pretty brave for a first time."

* * * * *

The final deadhead was Glenda's target. It was a pretty big one and her reach was a lot short than its. But that also came with a few advantages. She snaked her way in close, as he tried to come down on top of her, she pushed the palm of her hand up into it's jaw. Its head was firced up rather easily. As it wriggled to get free, Glenda slid her dagger between its jaw and neck. She could feel her blade contact the spinal column and brain stem. She felt is pierce them both.

The rotter convulsed slightly, and then fell still. She pushed her arm to the left and let the rotter fall to the ground.

"What now?" She sighed.

There was no guarantee that the others were dead. But it certainly didn't look good anymore. As if it had at any point. But these were not her friends. They were Jimmy's. Plus, he was their 'official' leader. So she left the call to him.
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“Thank you…” Annie managed. She was breathing heavy, more from the stress than the physical exertion. “It just happened so… fast. I guess it’s not… all about self-preservation?”

She looked around at the crowd that had gathered, many of whom were staring at her right back. The attention was making her uncomfortable. She was grateful for Ajay’s taking over – and had given him a grateful look when he took Jen away – but now she wished she had gone with him if only to get out of the spotlight.

* * *

Jimmy considered the question and looked around. The store was huge, so all bets were off – rotters or people could be hiding or stuck in all sorts of places. At the same time, his instincts said there would be nothing to find. Alex and the others were most likely among the mass of deadheads that Emmett had lured away.

He considered and dismissed the alternatives. If they had made it inside with Natalie, he figured they would have dispatched her and the other deadheads trapped in here with her. Their truck was left behind with all its goods in the back, so if they escaped it must have been on foot – and where would they have gone? Jimmy could picture himself in Alex’s shoes, simply finding another car and heading back. But if Jimmy had done that, he’d be home in Flint already. Alex wasn’t as good as him, but he wasn’t this much worse.

“I have a set of keys to the truck outside,” he revealed. “They’re in the glove compartment of mine. Now? Now I go get them.”

He heard a very distant revving of a motorcycle. Emmett would likely be circling back soon. He turned back to the others. Eli was giving him a sympathetic look he didn’t particularly want, so he turned to Brandon and Glenda.

“Who wants to drive?” he asked.
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"I'll get this one." Brandon offered.

Again he felt bad abandoning another friend to Jimmy's complete attention, but he needed a break from his company. If Jimmy was upset it might be better to have Glenda there instead of him, he couldn't see himself getting along well with him. He may have more luck with Glenda conversationally.

"I'm sorry about your friends. I was really hoping we'd find them." he said solemnly.

...

"Randall! Everything okay?" Julie called out slowing to a brisk walk as the crowd came in view.
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"I say it's all about self-preservation. But the truth is, I'm far too soft for my own good."

He may be soft, but Randall was still angry. After everything that had just happened, it was hard, if not impossible, to find any way to properly justify this. In one minute, he had seen several critical failures. He was more annoyed at their ineptitude than anything, it was when the guy left his comrade to die that he snapped. He glanced over his shoulder; he could see the older man that had left Jen to die, he was actually approaching Randall with a sheepish look on his face.

Randall turned to meet him. He wanted to punch him in the face. Punch some sense into him. But this guy probably had at least 15 years on Randall. Punching someone that much older than him without saying anything felt... dirty.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Randall suppressed his rage at the situation and tried to approach this as best he could.

"I-I got scared. I just came here to apologize." The man defended himself quickly. "I was a soldier in Vietnam. I've dealt with people, but these things are different. I saw them coming... I saw her go down and I... I freaked out. I thought she mighta gotten bit. I acknowledge that I screwed up."

God dammit. Randall rubbed his eyes. He wanted to grind into him more, but the old man looked genuinely apologetic. He looked genuinely ashamed. He had come here to apologize. He wanted to chastise him further. Tell him about how he had left someone to die. But he couldn't bring himself to unload on a guy that already looked so ashamed.

"Fine." Randall finally admitted between clenched teeth. "But you shouldn't be apologizing to me. You should march your ass into the clinic after Ajay is done fixing up her leg and apologize to her yourself."

"O-of course..." The man stammered. "But before I go, I also want to thank you. You're a brave son of a bitch. World needs more men like you."

"Yeah, yeah." Randall waved him off.

He didn't want to talk to that guy anymore. It made Randall even more mad that he couldn't be mad at him. He tried to suppress the thoughts as he changed his focus back to Annie. She still looked pale. All of this attention was probably not helping with any of it. He needed to make sure she was okay.

"Maybe you should go home." Randall finally suggested. "Take some time for yourself and recover? I can walk you back if you need me to."

As he finished, he heard a familiar voice calling his name. He was popular right now.

Julie.

She was too far away to have a conversation with, but he waved her down. He needed another friendly face right now to help him put this incident behind him. Especially since Annie would likely want some time alone to mentally recover. He needed that time too the first time he faced those things down.

* * * * *

Glenda looked sympathetically towards Jimmy and pointed to the truck they had driven in here in. Jimmy's truck.

"So I guess we got the monster truck then?"
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Annie slowly calmed down to a state of normal as Randall went after the guard. She only half paid-attention as he chewed him out. Her mind was too busy replaying the previous minute. She was dwelling on how close she got to the stampede of rotters, the way they smelled and displaced the air, the emptiness in their yellow eyes as she had scanned them.

She had gotten close to those things before. She had been in the room when some turned, and had witnessed others put them down from only a few feet away. But she had never feared them like that.

Maybe that’s what it’s like to live outside the walls, she thought.

She thought again about Randal’s stories of evil men. Maybe they had always been bad. But maybe living with that fear had made them worse.

“I think I’ll do that,” she responded to Randall’s suggestion when his attention returned to her.

It seemed like a solid call. She needed out of the public eye for a minute to recover her equilibrium. Then she could go check on Ajay and Jen.

“Thanks for…” She trailed off. She was thankful for something, but what? The talk? The lesson? The inspiring display of heroism? The comfort? “…everything.”

She walked off, nodding to Julie as she passed.

* * *

Eli studied Jimmy as he responded. He would have described his current smile as obligatory. No genuine mirth. He wasn’t frowning or showing outright remorse or regret, but it was something and Eli was weirdly glad to see it.

“It’s okay,” Jimmy repeated the line to Brandon, before pausing for just a second. “And thanks.”

He headed for the door, likely eager to move on and think about something else. Eli would be too, but he wouldn’t be doing as good a job at disguising it.

“Guess so,” Jimmy added as he passed Glenda. “I’ll be right back.”

When he was gone, Eli let his mind wander to a new topic. He could think about Jimmy and his motivations, and whatever that was back at the ice skating rink later. Or he could not think about it ever. He might prefer that.

Now, though, his thoughts went to the parking lot outside. The situation seemed cut and dry – Alex and his team got a bad roll of the dice, got overwhelmed and never made it home. Glenda’s earlier observation had stuck with him, though.

“There were a lot of casings,” he mused out loud.
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"What's going on? What's with the crowd?" Julie asked as she approached Randall, tucking her pistol back into her pants.

...

As disappointing as this had turned out to be Brandon was at the very least glad to be heading back to Flint. As he walked towards Alex's truck he stepped on one of the many casings littering the ground. He concurred, there were a lot of them. It didn't really make sense. How could they have been taken by surprise by the horde? The parking lot was big, it would have given them plenty of time to get in the truck and go. Why would they stand out in the open and shoot at them?

"Something about this doesn't add up to me." Brandon thought out loud.

He placed himself where he judged the shooter would have been standing based on the distribution of the casings. He pantomimed firing a rifle. Looking for signs of bullet impacts on any structures nearby, or any place where somebody could conceivably fire back from cover. Maybe he was being paranoid, but something about this scene stunk for all different reasons suddenly. He didn't have anything, but considering their run ins over the last few days, there was a distinct possibility in his mind that Alex and his crew met with foul play.

If somebody had shot at them, wounded one but they didn't know for sure where the shooter was, they'd take their wounded inside to treat them. The guy with the rifle would lay down some covering fire, but because he didn't know where it was coming for, he fired everywhere they could be, wildly. It attracted rotters and they were trapped inside. There were rotters inside that they'd missed he supposed, and they were caught off guard. It was a possible scenario, and it made sense. How could they have made it to the truck with a hostile shooter out there? But then where were the others? If they made it inside wouldn't they have met the same end as Natalie and be trying to eat them right now? None of this added up and he hated it.

"I have a bad feeling about this." he commented as he sheathed his knife and drew his FAL again.
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Randall tilted his head towards the western gate to answer Julie.

Between the guards and some of the loitering construction workers, rotters were visible pressing against the gate. They were growling and reaching for the people on the other side. The guards were stabbing them makeshift spears and knives between the bars, slowly whittling down on the numbers of the horde. Thankfully, it hadn't been a big horde. There shouldn't be any difficulties as long as the cheap ass wall held. It would just be time consuming. And then after they were killed, one hell of a cleanup. Regardless of that, Randall was pretty sure that construction work was done for the day.

"A horde came from one of the nearby streets. One of the guards opened fire and drew in a few more nearby rotters. Some of the guards panicked when they saw that and started firing wildly. Damaged some of our work, the wall, and even shot one of the forward guards in the leg."

He gave Julie the abridged version of events. Truth was, even he hadn't fulled recovered from what happened yet. It was a lot to take in.

"It was a fucking mess." Randall shook his head in disappointment. "There is no excuse for any of that to happen."

* * * * *

"So, how do I look?"

Willow was wearing the clothes that Brandon had brought her. Candice had helped undress her and get her changed. The hip hugging jeans applied a lot of pressure to her already throbbing leg, but it was bearable. She had gotten her boots back from her old clothes, they were practically the only thing that had been salvageable (not to mention they had already saved her life once). The gray tank top was barely visible beneath the beige cashmere sweater and green canvas jacket she wore over them. The scarf wrapped around her neck she thought was a nice touch as well. Overall, it felt pretty good; she was glad Brandon forgot a bra, it would dig right into the gash under her arm. With all 3 layers on over her chest, it was impossible to tell anyway. But Candice was merely looking at her with a lopsided grin.

"What?" Willow asked.

"You look a little... over the top." Candice shrugged. "But you will be warm, that is more important."

"I think it looks nice." She frowned.

"It looks better than the gown. I guess your boyfriend knows how you like to dress, at least. It's kinda sweet that way. Marcus could never figure that out."

Her range of motion was fairly solid. As she was moving around and getting dressed, she realized she didn't hurt as bad as she thought. All the shots to her torso were on the left side of her back, so her right arm actually felt really good, even if her left arm was restricted. And she couldn't put weight on her right leg very well, but Candice had found her a cane. At Willow's request. With said cane in her stronger right hand, she found she could stand pretty well. And that is what she was doing now; standing in her room. Fully dressed.

"You took your medicine already, right?" Candice lectured her.

"Uhh... maybe?" Willow grinned innocently.

"Take your medicine now. Then we can go out and have a look around." Candice sternly reminded her.

* * * * *

Glenda pursed her lips together in thought as Jimmy removed himself for a moment. If they made the assumption that Alex's group had been killed by other humans... the fact that the supplies were still here was troubling. Why not steal the truck and supplies? Unless they were killed for the fun of it. She found herself reminded of another recent incident. The men at the border. When they first met, Marcus had told them that the guys at the bridge were part of a larger group that was out and roaming about. Was it possible the away party roamed this far out? Was it possible they were dealing with the same guys? They were only a little over an hour away from the border. This could well be within their range, especially for a multi-day excursion.

"Hey, Brandon... you don't think... the guys at the border?"

There was no hard evidence to support they had even been attacked. It just felt that way. And those were the only hostile forces Glenda knew were nearby. It felt like a bit of a stretch. She felt like she was being irrational. But what if she was right?

* * * * *

"Hah, this is why Ethan hired me."

Kevin commented to himself quietly. Tools in hand, he worked his magic on the lock of the back door to Annie's house. Picking locks was something he had been good at before all of this; Ethan had known that. He wanted to say that made her overly paranoid, but clearly it didn't. After all, he was trying to break in right now. It made his job a little harder, but he enjoyed the challenge. Especially after Ethan's proposal.

Anything I want, eh? Gotta think this over, don't wanna regret my one choice.

Maybe a big ass TV? He wouldn't be able to watch anything on it, but it would still be a big ass TV. Always wanted one of those. Maybe a cool car? Didn't know where he'd drive it. Didn't matter either. He did love cars. Or maybe he would want a high powered rifle. Probably more practical than the other two options. Maybe he could ask for a-

Click.

The lock to the back door popped open. "Bingo."

Nearby, the rattle of gunfire was still echoing from the gates. Kevin had no idea what was going on. But that was where Annie had been heading. A part of him worried she might come running back home. But maybe someone got injured. Maybe she would stay behind. Yeah, that was probably it.

Slowly, Kevin opened the back door and slipped inside. His initial impression was that she ran a pretty clean ship. Of course, he had never been in here before. He didn't know where his target was. Even Ethan wasn't entirely sure himself. But he figured he had a little time. He crept towards the front of her house. Was it just the inside of this place, or did the gunfire stop? He peered out the front window; nobody out there. He cracked open the front door and poked an ear out. No gunfire. The gunfire had definitely stopped.

Fuck, is that a good or bad thing? Kevin felt a small tinge of panic. No, I need to stop being so paranoid, just do my job and get the hell out of here.

He closed the front door, but was so self-absorbed he forgot to lock it again.

He scoured the bottom floor of the house first. Her house was pretty nice for just 3 people living here; he had 6 people living in his house and it was smaller than this. It hardly seemed fair. In fact, it wasn't fair.

Maybe I'll ask for a house to myself.

The bottom floor was clean. Nobody here, he must be upstairs. He wasn't even sure why he was still moving quietly, he already knew nobody was home. But he was. So he crept upstairs quietly. The second door he opened, he found the prize. Annie's husband. Laying in bed. In a vegetative state. The machines hooked up to him were keeping him alive.

"It needs to look like an accident." He recalled Ethan's words.

His original plan was to just smother the guy and be done with it, but he was having air pumped directly into him. He would need a different approach. Maybe he could unplug the machine, wait until he died, then plug it back in? No, no guarantee he would be able to get the machines working again after plugging them back in. Maybe he could squeeze the air tube? He just had to be careful not to leave marks on the rubber tubing. He'd save that as last resort. He rubbed a hand across his roughly shaven face. He just needed a minute to think of something. It was like a Rubik's Cube; the first step is to look at what you have and figure out a plan of attack. Except instead of a Rubik's Cube, he was murdering someone who a waste on community resources.
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Eli followed Brandon into the parking lot and tried to see what he was seeing. He shared Brandon’s bad feeling, and Glenda’s suggestion sent a chill down his spine. But still – there wasn’t any clear sign that was the truth. The truck was undamaged and the supplies were all left behind. The proper conclusion was difficult to draw.

Down the street, the tide of rotters had changed direction as Emmett started circling back – Eli could tell from the nearing sound of his motorcycle.

Jimmy arrived back at the scene just in time. He tossed a key to Brandon.

“Time to go home,” he said.

* * *

Annie felt herself calming down a little more with every step away from the crowd. By the time she turned onto Eckinger, she had started to see the bright side – Jen was safe and the wall was still up. Changes would need to be made around Flint, obviously, but the price of that lesson had not been nearly as bad as it might have been.

Thanks to Randall, she thought, and the hint of a smile came across her face without her meaning to. And thanks to me.

The close encounter with the rotters was still shaking her, however. She resolved to get over that. Maybe she needed to go out again with someone – someone careful – and see how they were dealt with first hand. Maybe she needed to kill one herself before she could get past it. Maybe…

Her mind swerved off track and all her worry returned in full face. She had arrived at her house and had put her hand on the front door knob. It was an everyday ritual she had done as long as she could remember, that had persisted even a month after it had been necessary. She would get home, turn the knob, find it locked, and get out her key.

This time, the door opened. She didn’t find it locked.

She frowned and narrowed her eyes as she stepped inside. She raced through the possibilities. It was still too early for Connor to be home. Had he bailed on Millie? He complained about having to go sometimes – did he have enough and just go home? That didn’t seem like him.

She wanted to open her mouth and call for Connor, see if he would answer. Some instinctual part of her kept her lips sealed. She stepped into the foyer, stepping lightly. She listened.

Far away, she thought she could hear a faint but rapid beeping. Rapid? Chase’s machines were on low volume, but his heart rate monitor was at least audible downstairs. It’s slow and steady beeping had become the background noise to her and Connor’s daily life. She had stopped noticing it. Until now.

She darted forward. The same instinctual part of her guided her to the kitchen, where she grabbed a knife from a rack on the counter before climbing the stairs and rushing down the hall.

Her heart was racing and her pulse was pounding once again, just as ferociously outside the walls. She stopped at the doorframe to Chase’s room, finding it open already. She looked up to see a man – Kevin, one of Spencer’s cops, one of the men who found her at the shelter a month ago – standing at Chase’s side, crushing his breathing tube between his fingers.

She was confused, but confusion fought a losing battle to wrath. The sight set Annie’s eyes ablaze with rage.
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Yeah, definitely one of the new houses. Those things are gonna be sick once the wall goes up. Maybe I'll get one of the two storied ones. Like this place. But just for me.

Kevin stood idly in the middle of Chase's room, crushing the breathing tube between his fingers. He decided it was ultimately the easiest way to go about this. No use in overthinking everything when the obvious solution is right there after all. She'd probably be so panicked that her husband died that she might not even notice the creases in the tubing. If it even left any.

His train of thought was interrupted when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to the door and saw Annie glaring at him with a look that was nothing short of pure rage, a cooking knife in her hand. Instinctively, Kevin released the tubing from his fingers.

The plan was fucked. Absolutely fucked. He ran through the scenario in his head. Betray Ethan and maybe get a pardon for revealing the plan. Maybe. Shoot Annie and then get killed by Ethan or exiled by Geraldine. Maybe he could knock out Annie, then kill Chase and use Ethan as an alibi. Yeah, that sounded good. So grief-stricken at the death of her husband that she is lashing out with incredible stories. There won't be any evidence to link him to the location. He liked it.

Stay cool. He lectured himself.

"Put the knife down and let's talk about this." He tried to convince Annie calmly. "I have a good reason for being here."
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“Get away from him!” she hissed.

Her grip tightened on the handle to the knife, and she took a step forward, then another. She didn’t have a next step in mind. In her anger, she was struggling to come up with one. Was she supposed to tie him up, somehow? Call for help? Ask him what the fuck he was doing here?!

Her eye was drawn to the machines next to Chase, though, and her anger was temporarily dented with worry. He had stopped breathing. She hadn’t gotten here in time.

“Why!?” she turned to Kevin and demanded, her voice raw and scratchy with pain and anger.
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She was close. Close enough, at least, for Kevin to make a move. He was pretty athletic; he could move fast. Faster than Annie thought he could move. Probably.

As she turned to him to ask, he struck quickly. Kevin lunged his body forward and forcefully grabbed her knife hand at the wrist and twisted her arm downward in an attempt to make her drop her weapon. In the same motion, he plowed his body into hers and forced her onto the bed. On top of Chase. He then clasped his free hand over her mouth.

"You could probably still save him, but I'm not going to let you have the time." Kevin leaned in close and then whispered darkly to Annie. "You want to know why I am doing this?"

He didn't care if she knew. If anything, he wanted her to know exactly the position that she was in. Ethan would likely not approve, but he didn't care. Ethan's plans had gone to shit anyway. This was his new plan.

"Because Ethan is making this worth my while."
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Annie struggled to no avail under Kevin’s weight. She felt furious and helpless in equal measure. Her eyes went wide, flashing between anger and panic. She strained her muscles trying and failing to move.

She was worried she was going to die. She worried Connor would be left alone. No.She couldn’t let that happen.

She bit down on Kevin’s palm with all the ferocity her teeth and jaw were capable of.
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A quick stab of pain made Kevin recoil. He pulled his hand away from her mouth and saw fresh blood oozing from the palm of his hand.

God fucking dammit that hurt!

He kept the grip on her other arm tight; if she got use of the knife then the fight was over for him. But in this position, he had the advantage. The plan was to knock her out without leaving a mark; something nobody would notice. But she wasn't going to go quietly. Now this was about survival. And making her hurt for biting his fucking hand! He balled his bloodied hand into a fist and brought it down across Annie's jaw.
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Annie’s face swung viciously to the right as she was struck. Stars exploded behind her eyes. She felt her lip split and a bolt of pain go through her jaw. She ignored the pain, focused on her anger.

She kept the knife gripped with all her might. Her knuckles were white from the effort, but she still couldn’t move that arm. So she had to lash out with the other one, swiping it upwards at Kevin’s face, clawing her nails diagonally up his cheek and into his eye.
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Kevin didn't even see Annie's hand as it reached for his face. Before he could even respond, she felt her nails raking across his face.

"GYAH!"

He didn't mean to, but Kevin screamed as Annie's nails tore across his eye. For a moment, all he could see was red in his vision, he thrashed his head around, but she kept going for his eye. He screeched again, but ultimately he backed away from her. As he did, he brought both his hands to his face, trying to feel for the damage; he could feel blood. Was it blood from his hand or blood from his eye!?

She dug her nails into my fucking eye! MY FUCKING EYE!

The thought possessed Kevin. His blood was curdling at what had just happened. He could feel rage brought on by the pain bubbling up from his stomach.

Then Kevin realized that he had both of his hands on his face.

Fuck! Fuck this, fuck all of this!

He reached for his gun.
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