Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2016 3:35:12 GMT -5
"Wouldn't be ideal for me. I need people. I need people to keep me alive. I'm a social person, always have been, being alone would not be my first pick. I'd much rather have a group, any size, big or small. Even one other person would be better than nothing. Now, I couldn't imagine life without Corey or Jemma. Three years we've been together. You start to become like family after that," Chris said calmly as he watched Cliff light a smoke.
When the army Sergant spoke about a chair Chris nodded. "I was more concerned about any of your supplies getting wet than I was people stealing. I figured I'd have seen someone like we saw you. But if you say it's fine, then it's fine, everything we have is inside safe and dry. I plan to keep it that way. Don't want wet clothes, ammo, or food."
He looked at Jemma and Chris. "He's right about the dead men though. We should cover the windows, they won't see any light inside that way. Some tarps or blankets we can hang, or maybe something to drag in front. Keep us safe while we sleep and get some rest. We can start a fire while we sleep, keep warm and safe."
Chris looked back at Corey and Jemma. Togehter he and Jemma found some tarps and covered both the front and far window. There was still one Window left, but they could make a fire away from the sight of it and still view outside. For now it would work, and keep them safe. He secured the end of the tarps at the top and climbed off to look at the others.
He made his way back to Cliff and Corey. Stopping he leaned on the counter. "Corey you want to get a small fire going. So we can cook something to eat and keep us warm through all this rain." He looked at Cliff. "Where do you say you from again? The south right? I'm from Maine myself. Used to rain like this, was hard to beat the rain otherwise. It can get depressing day after day with weather like this."
Leaning on the counter some more he nodded. "What about other survivors. I've seen men fight over a bag of chips, slit each other's throats while they fought. When this all started I saw a man light a policeman officer on fire. Race and religion may not matter, but groups and factions do. Being with the wrong people, in the place at the wrong time will get you killed. God help you if you're a woman or child, then you're seen differently, treated like meat or a tool. Sure it may not be the same, but how brutal it is isn't different."
Chris looked at him. "I haven't fought over there, but I know it's hell here, what you described, matches here. The dead are getting larger and larger numbers joined no together, it may be like fighting animals. But two hundred wolves are two hundred wolves, you can't take them and can barely run from them."
He turned back to Jemma and Corey. "People have that now, people to come back to, running water and a war, bed. We have that, out here, slipping through herds and raiders. We have people we come home to when it's all over. Just because it's not like that for you, doesn't mean it is others." He folded his arms.
"We appreciate any help you can offer though. And would happy to. Compensate. Ammo, food, water and supplies. In exchange for services maybe we could make a trade. That's how the world works now right? All one big trade? Let's see how the night goes, see if we can't trust you, and if you can trust us. Then come morning we can get you to drive us back, pay you for the gas you'll waste getting us there. Then we can see about anything else."
When the army Sergant spoke about a chair Chris nodded. "I was more concerned about any of your supplies getting wet than I was people stealing. I figured I'd have seen someone like we saw you. But if you say it's fine, then it's fine, everything we have is inside safe and dry. I plan to keep it that way. Don't want wet clothes, ammo, or food."
He looked at Jemma and Chris. "He's right about the dead men though. We should cover the windows, they won't see any light inside that way. Some tarps or blankets we can hang, or maybe something to drag in front. Keep us safe while we sleep and get some rest. We can start a fire while we sleep, keep warm and safe."
Chris looked back at Corey and Jemma. Togehter he and Jemma found some tarps and covered both the front and far window. There was still one Window left, but they could make a fire away from the sight of it and still view outside. For now it would work, and keep them safe. He secured the end of the tarps at the top and climbed off to look at the others.
He made his way back to Cliff and Corey. Stopping he leaned on the counter. "Corey you want to get a small fire going. So we can cook something to eat and keep us warm through all this rain." He looked at Cliff. "Where do you say you from again? The south right? I'm from Maine myself. Used to rain like this, was hard to beat the rain otherwise. It can get depressing day after day with weather like this."
Leaning on the counter some more he nodded. "What about other survivors. I've seen men fight over a bag of chips, slit each other's throats while they fought. When this all started I saw a man light a policeman officer on fire. Race and religion may not matter, but groups and factions do. Being with the wrong people, in the place at the wrong time will get you killed. God help you if you're a woman or child, then you're seen differently, treated like meat or a tool. Sure it may not be the same, but how brutal it is isn't different."
Chris looked at him. "I haven't fought over there, but I know it's hell here, what you described, matches here. The dead are getting larger and larger numbers joined no together, it may be like fighting animals. But two hundred wolves are two hundred wolves, you can't take them and can barely run from them."
He turned back to Jemma and Corey. "People have that now, people to come back to, running water and a war, bed. We have that, out here, slipping through herds and raiders. We have people we come home to when it's all over. Just because it's not like that for you, doesn't mean it is others." He folded his arms.
"We appreciate any help you can offer though. And would happy to. Compensate. Ammo, food, water and supplies. In exchange for services maybe we could make a trade. That's how the world works now right? All one big trade? Let's see how the night goes, see if we can't trust you, and if you can trust us. Then come morning we can get you to drive us back, pay you for the gas you'll waste getting us there. Then we can see about anything else."