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Post by Deborah Solbakk on Jan 26, 2016 14:55:49 GMT -5
Tired legs kept moving the women ahead down the seemingly endless stream of wrecked cars that covered the high way. Holding the gardening tool close to her body as she navigated between two deteriating cars. Sucking in what little she had as a belly to make it through the small gap. I miss thanksgiving. Mouth watering at the thought of all the turkey and mashed potatoes she once could eat at the dinner table as a child. The memory brought a momentary smile and frown as they were never to happen again.
Brushing a loose wavy brownish red strand of her hair that had escaped the sad excuse of a ponytail. Continuing on down the road slowly as the time went by building began to appear more. Slowly she entered the city with her shovel held close by in case any undead wanted to take a chomp. Blue eyes widened in fear when a walker caught her off guard while she peeked into a nearby pharmacy store window. Pushing back the created with the staff of the weapon. Walking up to it as it tried to get off its back before the metal of the shovel slammed against its skull it cracked. Kneeling down the lucky lass searched the corpse for anything useful. "Damn." She cursed finding nothing of use. Looking around for a place that would have some food.
Post by Damien Orddman on Feb 1, 2016 13:37:45 GMT -5
"I still think this idea is a poor plan," Damien muttered as he trudged along next to his traveling companion. In one hand he carried a large white bag with a red cross emblazoned on it. Across his shoulders was slung a satchel that rattled and clicked with every step. On his back was a school backpack that was sagging with weight. All in all, the guy looked like he was absolutely loaded down. His right hand held a small pistol.
They had been walking through the cars on the highway for what seemed like forever. Not a single working vehicle among them. Someone must have stolen their luck, it seems. They both entered the city after a while, Damien whispering hot tips to his "assistant."
"Now, remember, the specimens still need their muscles to move appropriately. Slice a tendon in the right place and they'll fall right over, perfect for- Did you hear something?" he paused, stopping where he was walking and cocking his head. "Better not be more specimens, I can't afford to draw them out with gunfire in the city..." he murmured, tiredly raising his pistol all the same as he looked around for the source of what disturbed him.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the teenager beside him muttered, though the way she glanced about herself quickly betrayed the anxiety beneath her shell of calm. "You jumped the last time we heard a pigeon, too, dude. If you stay calm they're less likely to notice you."
Her right leg jittered as she temporarily stood 'still', and when she began walking walking again she appeared to bounce with each step. She squinted, looking in the direction of the noise. "I think there actually is somebody over there, though." She ducked against a building, trying not to make any noise as she approached the shape, hoping despite Damien that it was an actual living person and not a 'specimen' as he called them.
Post by Deborah Solbakk on Feb 1, 2016 14:25:58 GMT -5
Rubbing her hands together around the staff of the gardening tool to make the shovel spin a little in her hands. Pausing with her right hand gripping the tool as something caught her attention. Slowly getting off the dirty stained knee part of her jeans. It was quiet almost peaceful really. Something had to be the going wrong other wise why would the world make it so nice? The blue eyed women muttered to herself as her eyes narrowed on where she assumed the noise was coming from. Tilting her head to the side, remaining near the corpse that she had searched. Sliding the rifle off her shoulder to hold aimed at whatever was making the noises. Moving back away from it while cautiously glancing over her shoulder for danger.
Post by Damien Orddman on Feb 1, 2016 14:42:53 GMT -5
"A survivor?" Damien hissed, suddenly ducking low and furrowing his brow. Getting shot wasn't fun. It involved a lot of time spent digging bullets out of yourself. This would be painful, so he'd rather avoid it. "Well keep low! I can fix bullet wounds but if you take one to the heart or head, I'd need a fully operating hospital to save you. Damned bandits must be looting again..."
He crept towards the same building Ana was ducked against. He huffed and ran his tongue over his teeth anxiously. He was already wishing he was back at his cabin!
"Okay, you're the streetwise person here. What should our course of action be? I'd rather not shoot. Can you see how many there are? I could distract them and let you sneak up on them, perhaps. Your call. No one shoots doctors. Well. People who know they want to live don't shoot doctors." He gestured towards his medical bag, smirking slightly.
"I didn't say a survivor, I said somebody," Ana said, grinning. "But I see a gun, I'm thinking survivor. Only one way to find out how many for sure. Just trust me, kay?"
She suddenly stepped out of hiding, waving her hand above her. She didn't yell out, at least smart enough not to make noise. But she started slowly walking toward the survivor, her hands up, palms open. When she got close enough to speak at a decent volume, she said "Hey man, I'm Ana. That's Doc Orddman, he's the best doctor I've ever met. He even saved somebody from a walker bite once. You wanna put that gun down? Please?"
Post by Deborah Solbakk on Feb 1, 2016 15:34:50 GMT -5
Looking at the girl whose she aimed her rifle at despite it not having any ammo inside. Raising a dark brow as she spoke to her. "Not a man. Very rude to say to a women really. Ok that's not very impressive all you do is amputate and hope to god they don't bleed out." Deborah shrugged her shoulders having been in too many groups to count and had seen her fair share of bite victims saved through the risky procedure. Shaking her head as if the girl was stupid for even asking. "No, not any chance" She said flatly glancing over her shoulder against before looking at the girl for a long moment. "What do you want?"
Post by Damien Orddman on Feb 1, 2016 15:53:55 GMT -5
"Hope? Hope!?" growled Damien. HOPE!? Come on now, that's about the same as saying you'll "eyeball it" when it comes to setting a bone correctly. He peered around the corner, seeing the woman still pointing a gun at Ana. He irritably trained his pistol on her as he walked towards her.
"You shoot my assistant, I'll be sure to blind you before severing your tendons!" he threatened as he stopped just to the side and behind of Ana. He was wonderfully proving why he didn't belong near other people. "'Not very impressive!' You can't say that and then say 'hope' they don't bleed out! What sort of amateurs have you got for surgeons? Vets? Jesus, the dead start eating people and you all forget how delicate these procedures are!"
He breathed heavily, starting to sweat despite the cool air around them. Too much junk on his back, too much stress on his mind. "What do we want Ana? Because you seem to know more than I do. Jesus wept. Hope. My God. I'm honestly scared to see what sort of 'doctors' still get around anymore."
He dropped his bag on the ground and twirled his wrist experimentally, then gripped his pistol more certainly. His eyes shakily watched the woman in front of them, sometimes darting side-to-side in case someone else was about to stumble over them.
Ana looked from Damien to the woman with an amused expression, crossing her arms. Her sheer calm was a stark contrast to her companion's utter anxiety. Then, after a moment, she burst out laughing. She didn't have an attractive laugh, either. When she laughed, she threw her head back, wild hair bouncing behind her, and she snorted. She laughed for a full minute before calming down, and looking back between the two with a smile.
Then both her expression and tone sobered. "C'mon guys, seriously? The dead are trying to eat us at every turn and I'm not in the business of trying to kill the only other people that are still alive."
Post by Deborah Solbakk on Feb 1, 2016 18:00:35 GMT -5
The curly haired women was losing patients with the teen as she didn't answer the question. Biting her lip as she watched the man appear irritably complaining about her wording. "..health care isn't exactly a luxury anymore. Yes I have seen vets being the only option for medical assistance in these time." Deborah sighed watching him carefully. Tensing up with his presence now seeing a gun that was most likely loaded. Eyeing the teen as she laughed very ugly. One laugh that made the women afraid that it would bring undesirable attention. "What the hell do you! Fuck I'm just looking for food." Backing away from them. Wonderimg what in the world they could want.
Post by Damien Orddman on Feb 1, 2016 19:20:39 GMT -5
"Ana, just because you aren't going to kill people doesn't stop other people from doing so. And keep quiet, an entire city's worth of undead are sitting nearby!" Damien hissed, irritated at her laughter and at this strange woman that they had confronted for...Reasons? He had to wonder why they didn't just go around the person. Maybe Ana knew. He sure hoped she knew.
"Speaking of: Quit backing away!" he said, this time to the woman they had confronted. "How do we know you're not from a group that's going to try to rob us of what we have? Why would you ever look for food in the city? It's Maine for God's sake, there's a forest a few miles from here." He shook his head. This day was just rapidly getting worse.
"Now. Ana. Please explain to us both what on Earth we want with her? Resources? I don't think she has much to offer beyond that rifle. Not that she's going to give that up without shooting one of us at least."
Ana rolled her eyes, planting her little hands firmly on her bony hips. "I told you twice already, I don't want a gun pointed at me. I don't like it. Do you? I wouldn't think so. Come on now, lady. Sorry I called you man, is that what this is about? It's just slang, it just means person. You know, hu-man?"
She paused, her expression softening. "We're not raiders, you know that, right, lady? I mean, look at us. We couldn't make a living raiding if we tried. I just wanted to talk to you. Is it really better to be by yourself against those things?"
Sunshine peaked through the boarded up windows. Aubrey's Eyes fluttered open and she looked over seeing Ivar still sleeping heavily beside her. It had to be sometime around noonish and suddenly Aubrey got this sick feeling to her stomach and she rolled out of the bed. She pulled on her pants and shirt and made her way to the bathroom of the bedroom they had stayed in. She spent the next few minutes puking in the toilet. Her nausea was getting worse. The prenatal vitamins she had found on one of their raids of a drug store just made her even sicker.
Aubrey wiped her mouth and headed back to the bedroom. Ivar still Sleeping like normal he was a heavy sleeper and after all the running and traveling they both had been tired. Aubrey Kneeled beside the bed and kissed Ivar on the cheek. "Wake up Handsome." She said softly in his ear. She then stood up and started grabbing things of use from the bedroom. Mostly a couple of shirts and a pair of pants she found that would fit her. She shoved them in her back pack and grabbed her canteen of water off the bedside table.
"Okay Baby we gotta get moving. I'm gonna clear a path to the road. Get ready and join me." Aubrey said throwing his pants and him. Ivar just pulled the blanket over his head and she smiled and rolled her eyes. With that she put her bag on her back and headed out the bedroom door. She closed it behind her then left the apartment. She cautiously Moved through the halls and down the staircases. Luckily she ran into no trouble and made it to the road. When she came to the main road off the alley she saw three survivors standing in the road.
This surprised her but she watched them and listened to them speak. She realized they werent together and it was basically a two against one kind of deal. Aubrey Quietly moved into the road behind the two travelers together and raise her gun aiming at the mans head. She moved quietly behind them and stood a few feet away. "You know two people against one is just not fair. Shame on you sir." She said to him keep the teenage girl in view as well. She really hoped Ivar would get his lazy butt down to the road soon.
Post by Damien Orddman on Feb 4, 2016 19:32:58 GMT -5
Damien had planned for a lot of eventualities in his lifetime. He had also had to remain calm a lot. Having a stranger suddenly roll up behind him wasn't too unfamiliar a concept. He rolled his eyes, slowly raising his hands in surrender before freezing and pointing his gun at the sky, finger on the trigger. "Now, before you...well, I won't say 'nice' since you have a doctor and a teenager at gunpoint, before either of you think that you're going to rob us and leave us for dead," he said grimly, not bothering to look behind himself. It didn't matter if whoever was speaking had a gun or a knife, either way they'd kill him if he bothered! Jeez. Really should have stayed in the cabin this morning.
"Let me paint a picture. I shoot this gun, yes, there will be noise. Specimens are attracted to noise. They will wake up, they will eat us. Every corner, every car, there are more. I would suggest calming down and putting whatever item you have trained on me or my compatriot away before I do something like that. Jesus. Threatening doctors," he took a very shaky breath, staring down the woman in front of him and trying not to consider how close to death he was brushing."I figured natural selection would have removed such brain dead actions by now. Hah. Brain dead."
He snorted.
"And don't bother trying to tackle me, whoever you are behind me. One discharge is all it would take. Now, doctor's orders, back off, or I will damn us all." He was half reminded of the time he auditioned for theater in his youth. He really did like being dramatic! Shame it was wasted on dealing with bandits.
Post by Deborah Solbakk on Feb 4, 2016 19:48:51 GMT -5
"Not that hard to evade the undead. A lot of options at the moment." The curly haired women added after the doctors statement of damning them all. Rolling her eyes at situation before concidering the choices. Blue eyes looking at the back of the man before lowering the gun, figuring it wouldn't do any good from the lack of bullets that had once called her pockets an occasional home.
Letting the insult from the man gloss over as if it met nothing because that is exactly what he was to her at the moment. Nothing but a man who had no room to talk crap. "You have no room to talk. Your the one running their mouth when a mean sentence can end up with death in a heart beat this day and age. Oh let me guess... Idiot someone couldn't shot before a heart beat blah blah" Eyeing the other women who had appears questionably wondering what her true intentions were in this. Moving her gaze toward the teen hoping she could remind the older man of how conversations go.
Ana gave the brunette with the rifle the most teenage look she possibly could have given at that moment, one which questioned the woman's sanity and her intelligence at the same time. "I don't get what's so difficult about this. I really, really don't. We don't shoot each other, we talk instead, I was going to say maybe temporarily work together for, I dunno, a day or so, until we parted ways, but clearly that isn't going to happen, and we don't call down a whole town's worth of walkers needlessly. What's so hard about that?"
She gave a harsh sigh, glaring at the couple behind them. "And if you'd bothered to pay even an ounce of attention you'd have seen that we've come in peace this entire time. It's not exactly two-against-one, as you've described. So please, do I have to say it again, put down your gun, lady. Ooh, you must feel so proud of yourself having an old man of a doctor and a teenager at gunpoint. Good job subduing that obvious threat."
She pointed between herself, tiny, knobby-kneed, 100-pounds-soaking-wet creature that she was, and the doctor beside her, with his grey hair, exhausted expression, and the way the load on his back seemed to be far too much for him.
Aubrey listened to the man and his nonsense about damning them all. She just smirked know that she had Ivar who would show up any moment and they would make it out of this. By the time any walkers had shown they would be gone and away from the area. She then listened to the teenage girl who was with him speak about how it wasn't hard to not shoot each other. To work together for a day or two. Must've been nice to be a naive child. The world wasn't peaceful anymore and you couldn't really trust anyone.She sure wished it was the case but the only point that was making since was all this gun pointing wasn't solving anything.
She wasn't fond of the doctor calling her brain dead. That wasn't a way to make someone want to actually agree with anything you had to say. He was rude but for the sake of the girl who may have been his daughter for all she new she decided to take another path. "You lower your gun and I will lower mine sir. You want to talk and be peaceful about this little girl. Hard to do with guns raised and threats made. We can talk about this if we all just lower weapons. Maybe I read the situation wrong but seeing two people standing off against one doesn't look the best." Aubrey said with her weapon still Trained on The doctor.
She glanced over at the woman across from them and then back at the teenage girl. She then decided to take the high road and lowered her weapon. She stayed on the ready incase anyone tried anything. She wondered where ivar was he needed to show his face and help with this situation. He always was a good negotiator at meetings at work so no doubt he could help with this little issue people were having here.
Post by Damien Orddman on Feb 7, 2016 19:12:00 GMT -5
"Awfully foolishly overconfident about evading that many specimens," he sniffed, watching Ana for confirmation that the woman had lowered her weapon on him. Upon receipt of this information, he picked his bag by his side back up and hastily turned around, backing up towards Ana. His gun was "lowered" in the sense he wasn't directly pointing it at anyone, but he was certainly not putting it down. "Sorry, I think I had something insane in my ear, was I just being lectured by someone who points guns at doctors and kids? Did the large red cross on the bag leave something to the imagination?" He snorted very rudely and loudly, showing how far his bedside manner had improved over the years.
"Insults and questionable confidence aside, it's far past time we should be going. These people have nothing of value to trade for or otherwise. Right?" he looked down at his teenage companion. "Unless you've got a brilliant plan cooking away?" He bit his tongue to prevent himself from tacking on several other insults. His rudeness quota was getting filled already for the day. After a moment, he bent low and whispered towards Ana's ear, keeping his eyes darting between the two other women.
Post by Deborah Solbakk on Feb 9, 2016 8:08:08 GMT -5
The whole situation irritated the women. Watching the old man who didn't seem to have a any thought before speaking. Oh and the girl... It was so naive. Almost sadly so that she gave her a weird look before her eyes went back on the two. "No one cares if your a doctor or a goddamn kid anymore. Yes it can hold some meaning but to the most foul it means jack squat." She said glaring at the older man knowing him being a doctor meant nothing to her at the moment. Not that she intended to cause them any harm anyways.
"Sorry for daring to think you weren't the 'most foul', then, lady," Ana shot back at the first woman. She looked back at the second, flashing her a peace sign and then grabbing Damien by the arm in a clear sign of 'let's get out of here'. Once she was sure he'd gotten the message, she drew her pistol and darted into a nearby coffeeshop whose windows had been blown out, but which didn't seem like it would be too dangerous. She hoped.
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