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Anthony was crying. He couldn't hide it. The man he thought had been dead or gone was neither, and had instead been tracking them all the way to Colorado. Adolphus killed Logan, Ellen, Anne-Marie, and Charlie, along with countless other Bear Lake residents. He probably killed anyone who didn't make it out. As far as Anthony knew, he, Grant, and Aron were the only ones who made it.
The sky was stained orange from the flames--it looked as if the entire mountain was on fire. He buried his head in his hands and wept, knowing everyone he traveled here with from Florida, besides Aron, was gone--stolen from him by Adolphus. Between sobs, Anthony got out a question to this companions. "Have we gone far enough?"
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Aron was staring into the sky, he was shaking, his heart pounding, so many thoughts crossing his mind. Why them? Why him? What for? The people who died, Mac, Ellen, he thought they'd be surviving until the end. He thought Bear Lake was a haven, but then it fell. In the end, the only ones he was aware who made it out were Grant, just another military guy, Anthony, a tubby man and himself, a goofy kid. This new world didn't make sense anymore.
Aron hadn't known much about Adolphus, he'd heard things here and there about him being a sadistic killer but hadn't known much about the whole story. He now knew enough about the guy to tell that he had a severe hatred of the man, butchering the innocent members of Bear Lake. If they ever met again, he'd ensure that he was definitely dead. That would mean many other innocent lives would remain intact.
Whilst thinking of the dead, Sasha came to mind. He had saved her life, she'd saved his. They had developed a deep bond, she had probably been Aron's best friend since the outbreak, one of the only he could rely on and tell anything to. Now that was gone. Aron moved his eyes toward one of the trees, he's try and distract himself from the harsh reality. But in the end, it was all he thought about, no matter how hard he tried to forget it, it was always there.
Whilst trying to distract himself, Anthony's weepy voice called, he had it the toughest. It was inevitable that someone would be upset by someone's death but nobody more so than Anthony. Despite the pre-apocalypse, Aron hadn't lost many in his life, unlike Anthony who had lost virtually everyone. Aron's voice croaked. "Is there ever far enough? We should go as far as we can get from that deranged bastard! You never know when he's gonna show up and do it all over again. We keep going."
Rochelle had stumbled out of the rubble, the ruins, the flames and the blood. She was badly burned and suffered a wound through her leg. One of the explosions sent debris flying. There was a piece of wood wedged through and through and she was clearly in bad shape. Nails and screws that had gone flying from an explosion had scraped against her skin and her face was marred with blood. She was fairly certain there was probably a bullet inside of her, but she went as far as she could until she collapsed in the woods. She had gotten away early while the others were fighting. Her gun was long gone and her ability to move on had completely left her body. As the breath left her body, so did her life. Her soul was fading and her youth was taken as death warmed around her body like a dark blanket. That death was a welcomed relief to the pain her body was feeling at this moment. No words, no thoughts, nothing but darkness as she lay in a pile of forest debris.
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She could sense the others as her eyes opened to a new world. Instead of images that were seen in life, there were senses that were felt in death. Driven by hunger and blood. Driven by voices and the shadows that walked in the forest. The rumbling of the fire in the distance rang out loudly as if a lion was roaring in her ears pulling her towards the noise that meant a feast of flesh and blood. But the sense and smell of the living was too close. There were men and although their voices didn't matter, their life did. It drove her to peel herself up the forest floor as her bloody mouth opened to a dry growl that sounded like a hoarse cry of desperation.
Her feet shuffled against the forest floor. There was no more hiding, no more running, no more anything except sinking her teeth into the juicy flesh that was so close. The form of Anthony was the first she saw and as she pushed through the trees she broke the low lying, young branches that went unchecked. Her eyes were as white as the snow as she lumbered forward, looking to take a bite out of the crying man.
Just like that it was over. The safe place was gone. He hadn't been there long it was one before he even settled in. Grant had barely gotten out. He fought side by side with Ellen and her forces till the very end. His SMG was empty and pistol at half full. He had to leave. Grant left the battle, just barely making it out of the enemies grasp.
Here he was the fire burning behind him. He walked with two men. He didn't know then, not personally. The bigger man he met earlier, he had lost. Grant could feel what he was going through. He didn't loose friends but he lost family. Grant had his rifle out and ready. He felt it was his duty to protect the men. They were all he had now. He was going to keep Anthony alive, and Aaron too if he could help it.
He heard movement in the trees and raised his gun. Pulling the trigger he shot for the head and heard the mushy contact of impact. it was virtually silent, only the sound of the suppressor. Grant loaded another shot. He looked at the others, "if there's more dead like that one we should keep moving. That girl you were with, Remy, she had left before the attack, she could stil be out there."
Oh god, what had he done? He stayed there with Adolphus, knowing that they were bandits of some kind, but he didn't know they were capable of this. He saw them leave Bear Lake and was glad he hadn't gone with them, crazy bastards probably do it on the daily. He had his back towards the now alight Bear Lake, he walked away holding his arm. Bullets were sprayed during the attack, including one going straight through George's elbow. Shit it hurt, but he had to keep going.
Not too far ahead of him, he could hear talking. It didn't sound like any of Adolphus' men, they were probably residents there. He continued forward to see all of the men there, one had shot a bullet at a walker. George looked at them, but they all showed up as blurry figures, he couldn't tell if they were friendly. "Hey... You... You people over there" he managed to push it while catching his breath and trying to soak in what just happened. He got closer and closer to them, he hoped that he wasn't being aimed at by the member with the gun. "I'm friendly, don't shoot" he eventually came to a stop, a couple of metres away from the men. "Names George..." he caught his breath for a moment. "George Connaway".
Before Anthony could register what had happened, a walker appeared from the brush, obviously attracted by the fire and noise. Except this was not a random walker--it was the woman who joined their group just outside Bear Lake. Rochelle was her name. She must have recently turned, as Anthony could still recognize her face. Before he could react, Grant shot the woman in the head, but the whirlwind of action had been too much for Anthony. He screamed at the top of his lungs as he got on top of the walker, repeatedly punching it in the face. Between Anthony's screams and sobs, one could hear the sound of his fists virtually obliterating the woman's face, punch after punch. Anthony was letting it all out, his loss and his hatred for Adolphus was flowing freely out of him with every contact his fist had with Rochelle's face. It was only when an old, familiar voice spoke out that Anthony gathered his thoughts to stop and turn around. Behind Grant and Aaron stood someone that Anthony thought had been dead.
Anthony slowly stood and stared at the man. "George...?"
He kept trying to distract himself from the reality by trying to distract himself but it wasn't working. The more he'd try not thinking about it made him think about it even more, which would make him try and distract himself again, an endless loop. Aron's head was a burning mess.
There was shot, it was Grant, executing a lone walker. After he dispatched it, he told of travelling onward due to the fact of the possible walker threat and possibility that Remy was still out there. It was good to see the man agreed with Aron's idea and most likely be a good companion in the long run.
Aron took a closer look at the dead walker. It was unpleasant. She was burned. Her face was bloody. Skin damaged, some missing. As he looked closer, he recognised the face, it was Rochelle. He'd seen her round the camp here and there but the two had not really had a conversation but still to see someone you knew turned was upsetting. A thought crossed his mind that Sasha may be one of the walkers now roaming around the camp, he wanted to keep going so that he would have no chance of meeting her and being reminded about her probable death. Whilst inspecting the walker, he was almost knocked over by Anthony who had now jumped on the walker and started beating it. It surprised him but at the end of the day, he'd lost everyone, he needed to get it out of his system somehow.
To Aron's surprise he saw another figure appear, a survivor and not a walker. The man was clutching his arm, with a bullet wound at his elbow, unlike Aron who was lucky to make it out unscratched. He didn't know if he was one of the men from the attack but presumed he had to be one of Adolphus' men considering he was shot and out at this time. He was out of breath, telling them that he was friendly and not a threat. Anthony seemed to recognise the feller. Even if Anthony did recognise him, possibly as a friend, he was still presumably part of the attack but Anthony knew better about the man than him. "Yo Anthony, I ain't saying this guys bad and all but he was still part of that gang who went and killed them all! How do we know he's not like one of them, can we really trust someone part of a group who would do that?"
Grant was shocked when Anthony started to smash the stumbler. But he could understand. The man needed to let out anger, he was in a dark place. Grant had been there himself, just not since the apocalypse. He had been there before, after his wife. Bar fight after bar fight, letting the anger out.
Grant heard a man speak and spun around. His gun was aimed, sights on the man. Anthony appeared to know him, but Aaron was right. Could they really trust someone who had been with the enemy. Could the trust a man who killed their friends. Grant didn't think so, he wasn't going to take any chances. His finger was on the trigger, showing he meant business.
"Tell me George. How many of our friends did you kill? How many innocents? How many women and children did you slaughter with those men," Grabt asked. He didn't even know if the man had Attacked or fired, but he wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. Don't trust the enemy.
The tiredness began to catch on, George needed to just get himself patched up and rested. He'd hoped these people would easily allow him into their mini group, it would make things a lot easier for him. But he wouldn't blame them for any suspicions they might have. When one of them spoke, George thought that he heard it before. He wasn't wrong in thinking that as the man asked whether or not it was a George he knew. His eyes were becoming less blurry now, the blurry figures were now human beings in great detail. One of them stood out to him, a largish man with brown hair who he knew, it had to be Anthony. "Holy shit, Anthony?" he was as shocked as Anthony was. Not because he thought Anthony and the group had died (although suspicions of this weren't out of question), but he thought he would never meet the group again.
The he other two men seemed to be more cautious around George. One man asked whether or not they could trust him, being apart of Adolphus' group and all. Adolphus, god, he didn't even want to hear the name, that man wasn't as George thought he was. "I'm friendly, believe me. I'll admit, I did roll with the guys that attacked you, but as soon as the attack started, I stayed out of any conflict". They'd just have to try and rely on his word as he had no proof of this. The other man asked how many of their people were killed by George, he shook his head. "None, I made sure I stayed out of sight of your people, one did try and attack me, but I just pushed them off and ran". George stood there, looking between the three men, arm still bleeding, pain was felt around George's body.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5