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Paul watched the girl grab the door of the Humvee and try and tug it open. She said to watch her back and he did, his pistol raised and up. He didn't want trouble, so was hesitant to even have it out. If they were caught, having weapons would be the last thing they would ever want. He looked at her, at least his gun could be hidden, hers less so.
When the alarm went off he scampered back to the fence. The Humvee flashed and honked and he saw people react. They turned and looked and we're all reacting. Two women jumped off and ran toward them with guns. They shouted at the girl he was with and ordered them to drop their guns. Paul set his pistol down and raised his hands.
Another woman came our, she was glaring, and was dead set on watching them. She also yelled soemthing, all Paul heard was noise. The last woman who came out looked like she was out to kill, he saw the fire in her eyes. She pointed her gun at him and he's hesitated. She asked a question and he could feel his throat closing. His mouth was dry and he was sweating, shaking. He just wanted to go to Fort Bragg, leave them all.
"We are friendly, don't shoot. Just looking for a tire," he stammered.
She gave more orders and he reacted. He laid on the groud, his face in the dirt. His hands were on his head and his legs spread. He didn't have anything on him, except his gun the laid in the dirt. He couldn't say the same for the girl he was with. He was cooperating, didn't want trouble. Paul didn't know if the other girl was, right now he didn't care.
India looked behind her to Sarah and the boy Jay that had just stepped out to the porch. She was about to answer Tyler when she suddenly heard an alarm going off. Immediately her senses went on high alert as the noise, she knew, would attract more walkers and with that kind of noise, there would be many coming.
She looked at Tyler with panic in her gaze as she got up off the floor and moved towards the window.
"What should we do?"
She heard voices outside and only seconds later the alarm was turned back off. She needed her weapons and she wanted to be able to help protect this farm if something were coming but she wasn't sure if the residents here would let her.
Sarah had just turned the water on to fill the sink when she heard the alarm. She shut off the water and grabbed her gun off the table. She ran out the back door," Jay! Get in the house, shut the doors and stay inside!" She looked at Louis," get the girls in the barn, all that noise is sure to attract attention." She ran around the front of the house and the noise was shut off. She stopped short of the Humber and glanced at Becky and Georgia, guns aimed at two figures. She heard Amber giving instructions." What's going on? I got Louis getting the girls in the barn, and I told Jay to shut up the house, just in case." She looked at Amber as the guy said they were looking for a tire. Damn. Bad idea to steal from them. She shook her head," you could have just walked up, introduced yourselves, you didn't need to come and try to steal one." Sarah glanced at Georgia, then Becky, they didn't look ready to lower their weapons, but they needed eyes on the field and such. With all that noise, no way dead weren't gonna be attracted to it," Amber, we need them on look out." She aimed her gun to cover the two and glanced at Amber," too much noise not to be noticed." She would cover them til they determined what kinda threat they were.
The moment the Hummer alarm blared into the quiet night Nancy’s heart seized up and nearly stopped in her chest. The roots of her hair prickled and her scalp went cold as adrenaline surged into her veins, a split second of panic gripping her as her lizard brain overpowered everything else.
The blonde slammed the back door shut with a crash that was lost under the deafening klaxon and jerked away from the vehicle as if it were white hot. Her single pale eye darted around frantically, catching sight of the flashing red light on the dashboard through the front window and finally realization hit.
“F**K’t!” the blonde hissed as she stooped to tear the hunting rifle off her back and into her waiting grip.
Running footfalls made the young woman put her back to the truck and shove the butt of the Remington under her arm, raising the weapon to bear first in one direction, then swiveled to face the other. Sighting down along the length of the Hummer, facing the hood, she saw a blonde advancing from the direction of one of the towers, a high-powered rifle held in both hands which outclassed her .770. She grit her teeth as the farm girl started shouting demands aggressively. There was a ringing in her ears and she could barely hear her over the sound of the alarm still wailing. “… the fuck… you?! …. the truck… drop … gun!”
“Th’ f**k’ll w'll!” Nancy snarled, her rasping voice coming out like sandpaper through her clenched teeth.
The pair huddled against the side of the truck were an odd couple: a Black man and a petite blonde who was nearly unrecognizable as a girl to begin with. With wheat-coloured hair shorn messily and disheveled by sweat, her diminutive frame was clad in stained jeans, an oil-blotched tank and a fraying flannel shirt hanging off her hunched shoulders.
But beyond her less-than-feminine attire was the extensive burn scars which stole half of her features, warped her angry expression and made her left eye twisted. The deep crevices of wrinkled, waxy flesh painted the entire left side of her face and traveled down her neck to spill across her chest before disappearing beneath the neckline of the tank top. Even her hands where they gripped the rifle looked like melted plastic, a dull red and rippled even to the end of some digits. Smeared with dirt and sweat, she could have even been mistaken for one of the half-rotting undead at a distance if not for the blazing defiance in the blue eye that glared at the girl.
Tossing her head to glance over her shoulder, she was unable to see the other one from her blinded side, but she thought she could hear another set of feet stomping around back there at the rear of the truck, at least one more set than the dark-skinned man she had come in with. Which meant they were surrounded, pinned between the truck and the farm house.
The pretty little blonde in her line of fire continued to shout demands and Nancy growled like a rabid dog in the back of her throat. She would be damned if she was going to be rounded up by a Barbie doll with a gun she looked like she could barely shoot!
Time was running out as a third attacker came into range- this one was dark-haired and armed with a handgun, bringing with her a whiff of authority that made Nancy’s hackles go up.
She pointed the gun at her partner in crime first and he stammered out something about being friendly, begging them not to shoot, that they just wanted a tire... The brunette didn’t seem phased by his cooperativeness and gave the order to get on the ground. Nancy slid a foot back and began to back away from the truck towards where Paul had also retreated near the fence. It could have seemed like she was backing away to join him on the ground beside her cohort...
More residents were flocking, another dark-haired woman chastising them, something about asking for a tire, but her voice was lost under the alarm which had practically deafened the scarred girl's already bad hearing. Nancy paused beside the Black man who was face down on the ground now; she still had yet to answer them apart from her furious glare...
… and then she shifted her grip on the .770. ,holding it in both hands and made as if she were about to toss it on the ground...
Instead she threw it right at the nearest gun-wielder, who happened to be Amber!
While the rifle being thrown would hopefully distract at least one shooter, if not take them by surprise, Nancy turned on her heel and began bolting for the fence line behind the barn shadow.
Her thigh muscles were not as strong as most, still recovering from the atrophy of the fire which had eaten into them over a year ago, and as a result she stumbled as she lurched into a desperate sprint. Adrenaline fueled her flight and her entire escape maneuver occurred within the space of a few seconds, from the instant she had tossed the Remington to when she regained her balance and got a dozen feet away across the yard. Huffing and sweating, she bolted across the open area like a rabbit with a fox on its tail!
If she could get around the barn, she would be shielded from their fire and could make it into the smoke out in the field...
(Note: Edited because refresh button did not show other posts after Amber. Apologies for any confusion!)
Post by Amber Wilkinson on Aug 9, 2015 22:41:34 GMT -5
The girl seemed she didn't want to cooperate. She cursed at them and refused to cooperate. Amber didn't know if she was stupid or stubborn, she guessed a mixture of both. The girl thought she could just resist, stupid idiot. She was surrounded, and outgunned. If she was going to shoot someone, she could maye take out one before someone else would gun her down.
"Are you fucking retarted," Amber said, "you are out numbered, surrounded. You can't our run a billet. So drop the fucking gun and get on the ground with your friend. We won't ask again." She aimed her gun up, letting it the sights at the girl. "Cooperate and no one will get hurt." At least the other man listened, but his instant cooperation also scared her.
Next thing she knew a gun was coming at her. It knocked into her, sending her own gun flying. The girl took off, and Amber heard a shot, but didn't know where from. It wrang out, loud and clear.
Becky was glad Sarah and Amber came out to take charge, it meant she didn't have to control the situation. She didn't want to shoot anyone, but would if she had to. Sarah came out and said they needed people on watch, Becky knew Sam still was, and once this was cleared they would be back on it. Right now they needed to watch this woman who wouldn't give up her gun.
She saw the black guy react, getting on the ground and was hoping the disfigured teen would do the same. Sadly she didn't. She gripped her gun every tighter, watching the girl. She had her finger ready on the trigger, trained like Amber had taught her. She was decent shot, able to hit her target.
She watched the girl throw the gun and take off. She hesitated for a bit, watching the girl take off. Then she fired, her assault rifel ripping out, towards the target. The bullets were headed for her target, aiming at her feet and lower body. At this distance she had a rare chance of missing her target.
After she fired she heard another shot, this one from Georgia, towards the girl.
Tyler stood up at then pins of the alarm. He heard India already react and moved to the window. He could see the car blaring, and people gathered around it with guns. The alarm quit, and he could not hear shouting. They were after two people, a young girl and an older black man from the looks of it. He turned back to India and looked at her.
"I don't know what he have to do. We should get out there and protect," he said, "our weapons our just outfront." He pointed to the wrap around deck. "We should ask what they need for help though. They may need guns or people on watch after all that."
He move forward and heard shooting. Not at walkers, but at the girl that ran away from the truck. "Let's hurry," he said motioning for India to follow him out the door.
He grabbed his rifel on the way down and approached the people by the truck. He looked at Sarah. "What do you need us to do?" He looks dat the field, "the shooting may attract just as much attention as the car alarm did."
It had been a long shot from the start; but then again, it was testament to just how badly Nancy had wanted to avoid contact in the first place. If that stupid, cowardly, do-gooder son of bitch had just gone to the farm and asked for the tire in the first place…
Nancy was swearing a storm so dark it blotted out common sense in her head as she forced her legs to move and kept her eyes on the shadow leaning out around the corner of the barn, like a fox hole of safety. She did not dare look back over her shoulder to try and see where the shots were coming from; the first few were confused, sounded like random shots going off from the confusion of tossing her rifle at one of them.
Just as she was regretting throwing the beloved .770, she sucked in a harsh breath, swung her right thigh forward to take the next step and the limb folded up like puppet with its strings cut.
Assault-Rifle-Barbie had gotten lucky shooting at the moving target streaking across the law- if it hadn’t been her it probably would have been one of the others. Stupid move, trying to bolt off like that… But then Amber had her pegged straight away: Nancy could be both dumb as a post and stubborn as a rock sometimes. She was probably blessed one of the bullets didn’t hit her in the back or in an organ. All the same, it only took one and the bullet buried itself into the outer side of her right thigh.
The worst part was the confusion as she stumbled and the ground came rushing up to meet her. Second to the pain- not from her leg, the muscle there was already numb from the fire, but instead her jaw exploded into agony that shot through her head and made her see double as she skidded head first along the yard.
The blonde went head-first into the ground less than five paces from the barn, her chin hitting dirt and an ‘oof!’ sound coming out of her as she rolled across the grass before coming to a stop against the corner of the building. She laid there, still for several moments, stunned by her fall. Red blood began to bloom across the leg of her jeans, the denim glistening as it became quickly soaked.
When she did finally move the blonde tried to sit up, but her flannel shirt had ridden up her back and hooked over her head, making it awkward as she clawed at the garment to get free. Pushing her upper body out of the grass on both hands, she looked down her body, spotting the blood now painting her jeans dark red. Her head swivelled back towards the house and the direction of the shooters, her dirt-streaked face painted with blood where she had bit her lip. She looked like she was still trying to put it together for a minute, however oddly she wasn’t howling in pain…
Post by Jay Richardson on Aug 12, 2015 11:34:53 GMT -5
Jay walked out and walked over to Sarah, his sword at the ready. He glances over at the figures. "Sarah, Who are they?" Jay asked as he eyed the figures. He wasn't going to move any closer unless Sarah does. He already looked up to her as a mother figure since he first met her, so he wanted to make sure that she was safe.
Last Edit: Aug 12, 2015 11:41:49 GMT -5 by Jay Richardson
Everything happened so fast, the woman was being foolish, not giving up her weapon. Sarah just wanted all this to end and to move to the next step. Why had they tried to steal, hell, Sarah would have give. Them a damn tire.
She glanced over as Tyler came up to her and was about to answer him, but the girl tossed the gun at Amber. Sarah moved to help Amber , not sure what the girl was gonna do, and the guy," Cover him!" She yelled at Tyler and pointed to the man on the ground. The girl ran and shots rang out," don't shoot damnit, hell, let her go if she wants to go!" Sarah looked at Amber," are you alright?"
The blonde fell, Sarah saw she had been hit. Before she knew it Kay was beside her. Bless him, she had told him to stay inside. She wanted him inside and safe," go get Brian, tell him we got someone injured, help him outside." She glanced at Amber and started moving towards the blonde," and what are we gonna do now?" She wasn't being smart, she truthfully was t sure how to handle this girl.
Post by Amber Wilkinson on Aug 14, 2015 1:51:40 GMT -5
Amber heard the shots and watched the girl fall. She didn't know who had made the shot, she just knew it wasn't her. Setting down the rifle that had been thrown at her she looked at Sarah. Jay was there and she gave orders to the others. Amber could see georgia and Becky still with their guns aimed. "Stand down, she's not going anywhere," she said looking back at Sarah.
"I'm fine," Amber said, "just cuaght me of guard. How did this happen? How didn't anyone see them. In all the comotion they must have snuck in. The fence should become a priority." Amber rubbed her nose where the rifel hit her in the face. She could see others already gathering around. "Penny, take everyone who is watching in the barn. Party is over now. Georgia, you and Sam need to stay on watch. The alarm and gunshots may attack sinners. Have Olivia and Penny join you."
She turned back to the girl. "I don't know what we do with her Sarah. What would charles or Max do? They killed one of our own who risked our lives and was was a threat. I know what they would do to her for sure. The other guy maybe we just send away, he a least cooperated. We should have Brian patch her up though, maybe he could learn something about them, if there's more or others watching. Or we could just kill them fire's still burning. Though I don't want to come to that."
She looked back at where Tyler was holding his gun over the panicking black guy. Becky was leaning against the Humvee, knees pulled to her chest. The girl didn't like violence, Amber knew that. She was okay with Sinners, but hurting people always got her upset. "Should we wake Abby and the others? If they aren't already up."
The shot came from her gun. It was her who had shot the running girl. He bullet had hit home and dropped the girl. Becky didnt think she had it in her. She was shaking. Before her Sarah and Amber talked, though only a fewfeet away, Becky heard none of it. It was all white noise, and she couldn't focus on any one thing.
She slowly set her rifel down and sunk to the ground. She had shot at the girl, meant to kill her. Her first instincts were to kill another human being. She felt sick, sick that this is what the world had turned her into. She wasn't a killer. She was a barista, a suburban girl. She didn't want this, the violence. The sinners were one thing, but to hurt someone who didn't even harm them. This girl didn't shoot them, or hurt anyone. She was stealing, that's it.
Becky could feel tears on her cheeks, though made no sound. She wanted Thad, for him to hold her. She wanted him to tell her that it's okay, that she was still human. That they were safe, and it had to be done. Thad always knew what to say, and at the moment, she missed him. Tucking her knees to her chin she stared at the ground. She whinped her tears on her knees and stared straight ahead, silent.
Post by Jay Richardson on Aug 14, 2015 12:32:10 GMT -5
"Okay." He quickly turned and made his way to where Brian was. "Brian! Someone's been shot!" He hoped that he wasn't loud enough to track any of the walker's attention if they were close. He waited uneasily for Brian, hopping that he'd heard him and come running over.
Brian had heard the alarm from one of the cars, throwing him off track as he went over the medical supplies. He couldn't focus with the sound going, knowing it would draw something near. He heard someone come to fetch Amber and Sarah, and Brian decided he should finish a mee check first.
When the alarm stopped he let out a sigh of relief. Moving to the living room he saw Tyler and India gone out to investigate with the others. From the windows he could see the girls arguing with another, a younger girl by the looks of it.
Then Brian hear the shots. He hadn't been watching, his mind wandering. But there were two from one gun, and a whole clip of another. He scanned to what they were shooting at, but found nothing.
Then Jay came in, he yelled for Brian and the medic nodded. "Let's go," he said moving on his crutches to the front porch, "who's hurt?" With the help of Jay he moved down the porch steps to the uneven grass.
Spotting Sarah and Amber he hobbled over. "Who is she," he asked drippig down to his knee. "Can you get my bag from inside, the small red one. Or better yet, move her inside."
Post by Jay Richardson on Aug 14, 2015 20:23:39 GMT -5
'I don't know." Jay swallowed. "I'll be able to help her inside depending on where she got shot. I didn't see where she did though so..." He sighed. He wished that he could be more observant in times like these.
In the aftermath of the gunshot Nancy sat on her ass in the grass like a stunned turkey, her brain still addled from the hard impact with the dirt; the force with which she had kissed the ground was evidenced by the rivulet of blood running from the corner of her lip (on the unblemished side) and the large streak of mud caking her cheek.
Looking down at the blood which now soaked a section of her jeans from hip to mid-shin, she clapped a hand down on the sticky denim and squeezed, gritting her teeth. No acute pain resulted other than a mild ache which ran down the inside of her knee and she could feel that there was something lodged in there but nothing like what she had expected. It didn’t even sting like that time Bobby-Ray had got her point blank in the arm with the BB gun when they were little…
If she wasn’t a sitting duck for the farm residents who were now gathering, she would have laughed at the irony of it. Seemed as if the fire had some benefit after all…
Nancy tried to test how far her lack of pain might get her, putting both hands underneath her and trying to bend the wounded leg to push onto one knee. If she could get to her feet, she was going to try and run again; but the muscle had other ideas, even if her nerve endings were still oblivious. The leg refused to work, wouldn’t even move an inch and Nancy was left bent over on her hands as shadows fell over her.
Lifting her head back to get a look at the approaching strangers she squinted, a light from the house in her eyes and making their features hard to make out with her single working eye. Unknown to Nancy, her clouded eye on the left side was watering, tears smudging dirt and sweat down the wrinkled, leathery skin of her cheek as she blinked at them.
Nancy instinctively sat back to put a few more feet between them as she glared at the small gathering now. She looked like a half-dug-up corpse; sweaty, dirty, bloody and with her badly scarred face and body. The lethal stare she was boring through them was all too human though. “If’n you’ns gunna put me outta m’musry do it fur ah die o’f**kin’ burd’m!” the girl hollered all of a sudden. Her voice crackled hoarsely like sandpaper over rusty metal, underneath she had an Appalachian Mountain accent thicker than mud.
India was hesitant about going outside, especially after the shots were fired. Who was to say more shots would not be fired off, but it seems like things had settled down a bit more outside. She ran with Tyler out to the commotion, but kept a cool distance from the fight. But when she saw Nancy laying on the ground, she stared wide eyed as Tyler held the gun up.
"She needs help." She could see the blood soaked jeans and injured leg but she wasn't sure if she should try to help or just let these people do what they needed to do. Instinct set in and she approached Nancy, hands held up with just the knife. She splayed her fingers so the woman could see she didn't have any other weapons.
"I can help you. Do you need some help?"
She looked at the others who seemed to have this woman pinned on the ground. Was she an intruder or an enemy.
Having lead India out Tyler watched the commotion. When Sarah gave him orders he nodded. "Can do," he said with a grin as he gripped his gun. He was surprised the farm people let him have it, he guessed at this point they didn't care. With the amount of noise being made they would need all the help they could get. He just hoped there wasn't going to be a rotter attack.
Tyler watched India walk up to the blonde girl. He saw Brian beside them, the one legged doctor down on his knees waiting for someone to help him move the girl, or get him a first aid kit so he could work. Tyler had been shot before, he could only imagine what pain the skinny blonde chick felt. She better hope it didn't hit bone or tear an artery.
Down below Tyler was the other intruder. Tyler pointed the gun to the back of his head, watching him. The intruder was shaking, and seemed scared out of his mind. Besides som silent mumbles and praying to nothing the man didn't say anything. Tyler assumed he was just scared, and probably wouldn't run, but still he wasn't taking that chance.
"Dude you got some serious balls on you robbing a place with armed guards. You're either stupid, ballsy, or a mixture of both. Though I bet you're smart enough to do what ever the fuck these people say. They may even spare you for this."
Sarah watched what was happening, listening to Amber. " you go with Brian and deal with her, I will stay with the male, he cooperated once. Maybe he will tell us more and we can figure this out. " she looked at locked eyes with Amber," Charles and Max would kill her, she tried to steal from us and she was armed, I know. But I'm not Charles or Max."
Sarah saw Abby come running with her bat and shook her head. She pointed back to the house," Bed! You have deal with enough today in your condition , just go back up and tellax, I am handling this, Amber and I have the situation under control." Abby had stopped in her tracks, Sarah had never spoken to her like that, so commanding. She glanced around," you're sure?" Abby thought the whole thing looked outta control herself, but she went back in and stood looking out the down stairs windows.
Post by Amber Wilkinson on Aug 19, 2015 10:00:29 GMT -5
"I'm glad you aren't," Amber said looking back at her, "I've had enough killing for right now. I'll deal with her, we'll find out who she is." Amber nodded. She knew that Max and Charles would kill the girl and the man without a second look, she was glad Sarah at least saw reason. Maybe this wouldn't end in burning more corpses.
"Tyler come help me get her inside," Amber said standing up. The girl said something but Amber didn't understand what. "India, you help Brian inside, and meet us back in the med room." She looked down at the blonde girl, and her shot leg. "We are going to move you inside. You fight and resist us we will drop you, understand."
Without giving the girl time to respond Amber picked up one side of her, Typer te other and carried her up the porch and to the med room. They set her on one of the beds there and stepped back. Tyler left the room, going outside to help guard. While alone with the girl Amber locked eyes with her. She stared into her one good eye and leaned on the bed.
"Why don't you tell us why the fuck you were stealing from us," Amber said coldly, "are you even worth these supplies. We need them too, maybe you don't deserve to be healed." While Brian was still outside she was trying to scare the girl into talking.
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