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Amarie went off about bad guys. The ones Remy was marching off to, Arden and Nolan in tow. He watched the. From the window. Hurrying after he followed as close as he could.
"They're out there, the bikers from their home, or others. Guess it doesn't really matter, bad men are bad men," He followed up to the attic. Grabbing two rifles he slung both straps over his shoulder. Amarie started to go through a window and he watched her. "Scout sit, stay here," he said to his dog. Least he could do was guard the weapons and any men from getting Amarie if they got in the house,
"Porch, got it," Shaun said moving down the steps. He went out the front door to the porch. Crouching down he set up a rifel, the barrel resting in the banister. They wouldn't be able to see Amarie or him, not unless they had binoculars, or scopes on their guns. He could watch them though, through the scope on the rifle. He was ready.
His hands shook, getting sweaty. Felt like the first date he had with his wife. He was nervous. He didn't want to die, but he cortisone,y could. What had he gotten in to here? He just wanted to find his family. Find his brother.
Skylar was doing her best to stay as hidden as possible watching more and more people in this group appear. When Her horse made sounds and revealed he was there that ruined that. She looked and overheard a couple guys had spotted her in the building. She felt The baby get restless and start kicking and punching her insides. Her hand rested on her stomach and she debated on her next action. Could she escape to her horse and be gone before they got inside?
Would they shoot her for trying to escape? Her attention was brought back by hearing a confrontation outside. Screaming of women and men looking out the window of the storefront she saw what seemed to be the leaders of two groups in a confrontation. A gunshot rang in her ears and she knew she needed to get away from this place. She feared for her baby and her safety at this point. The leader of this biker gang called the attention of his guys to him and it seemed like a good chance to try and leave.
Skylar moved towards the back door and slipped out the back. She untied Maverick from the pole out back. She started to lead him towards the woods and the worst thing that could happen at this point did. Her water broke and the baby wanted to come now out of all times. She couldn’t have a baby in all this mess. The pains of labor started kicking in and she dropped the horses reigns and slowly went back in the building pulling the door closed behind her. She leaned against the wall inside the door and slid down it.
“Fuck, Why now?” She said. She rubbed her stomach and tried to think of something happy and prepare for what she was about to go through. Most Likely alone and it was going to be a hard enough event. She shouldn’t have left the farm house she was bunkered at. She had a feeling this baby was going to come soon. As a large contraction hit her she screamed feeling the pain. How was she going to do this alone?
"Busy what, blowing each other," England asked with a laugh. It didn't take all those men to move cars. With chsrles wanting to talk to his sister they needed another person over to deal with the horse and the noise. At least Damon offered to help. More than one person, you had a terrifying presence. Such as it was now.
"Alright Damon, get you're piece ready. Don't shoot, just aim it up, scare them," he said calmly. The he hesrd Charles yell they had company. England turned to see a woman and two men, coming armed. He hoped Tobias would actually help this time.
He hesrd a scream of pain. "Damon through the front, I'll take the back. The others can handle those three." He said pointing to the entrance to the shop.
England moved around back. He pulled on the door. The horse made noises behind him. When the door swung open he saw the girl and stepped back. She was pregnant, was she in labour? He looked at the others.
"Fuckin' hell," he sighed. He didn't want to leave her, but he needed someone else here. When Damon appeared he looked at him. "Stay with her. Maybe one of the others know what to do."
He came back around to the standoff. "Alright everybody, let's calm down. We ain't with no other gang, what you see here is here. We all lower our weapons, and get over this. No one want to fight, or die." He cleared his throat. "Now that noise I heard, thought there was someone else. It's a pregnant lass. And the babies coming right now. So I. Hoping one of these fucker knows what's to do."
He was standing in the middle between Charles and Remy. Somehow he doubted that the blonde her two make friends would shoot. He just had a feeling they didn't want to hurt anyone, not yet.
Post by Damon Carter on Feb 22, 2016 17:01:16 GMT -5
England didn't have to tell him twice. As the outsider, he couldn't speak on behalf of the group as family, and didn't hold a high stake in the argument against the strangers barreling down the driveway. He didn't know what their situation was, but he was very aware of how on edge each group was in their own right, and the last thing he wanted was to be involved in a mindless shootout just because it let off some steam.
Besides, anyone who could count on their hands could see that the new people were heavily outnumbered, at least the ones approaching them. If they had backup, it would be another story, but currently, Tobias's goons alone could go toe to toe with them in number. Of course, this was assuming that they actually helped out instead of trying to pick people from their own group off, a suspicion that had taken root inside of Damon and had yet to die. But with Charles at the forefront of the squad and England, one of the only people he deemed sensible at this point, on the alert, he allowed the situation to fall out of his hands as he entered the store.
And it was a good thing they didn't need him out front, because this woman very clearly needed someone. He frowned at the sight of her, pregnant and clearly in pain, and ran a hand through his hair. He pushed the anxiety out of his mind and stepped away from her, his gun raised, making quick work of checking that there was no danger within the store before he came back to her.
"Hey." It was a piss poor way to start this kind of conversation, but he figured it was better to be friendly than hostile given her situation. He got down on his knees beside her, angled to partially face the door, and rested his hands on his knees as he gave her a look over. "Are you okay?" Almost as soon as it left his mouth, he frowned and bit the inside of his cheek. "I'm sorry. That was stupid. Of course you're not okay."
Fumbling to get a handle on what to do and very much out of his element, he took his backpack off of his shoulder and rummaged through it. Growing up an only child, Damon had never witnessed the miracle of childbirth, and rightly didn't have any idea of what to do. But he'd be damned if he didn't at least try to improvise. He pulled out a bottle of water and set it to the side, followed by a small, rolled up blanket.
"Here. Sit up and tuck this under your back. It'll be more comfortable." He offered it to her, but didn't touch her for the moment. She was probably afraid, and rightfully so. Even if they hadn't rolled up, giving birth in the apocalypse had consequences of its own, both physically and medically. He didn't want to make it any worse than it had to be. "I'm Damon. That man that came in the back is Tommy." He heard the gunshots outside, and the way that they crackled inside of the empty store made him nervous for walkers. This group never had been very good at not drawing unwanted attention. But for now, he could only hope they would hold down the fort while this woman got ready for the inevitable. Unaware of if the strangers had a home, or if they would open it up to this woman, this seemed like her current best bet. "The rest of the group I'm with is outside. We just ran into some others. Are they your people?"
Angry yells could be heard from outside, but by the time they entered the store, they were distorted sounds of irritation. His own nerves shot, he could only imagine how this poor woman felt. "Just ignore them. Focus on this. What's your name?"
He knew he was asking a lot, offering a lot, but he was helping her the only way he knew how. He wasn't hardened like the others in his crew, and as he watched her on the floor, scared and in pain, his empathy got the better of him. He didn't know what laid in store for them all, but all he could say was that he was happy that they hadn't killed her on sight.
Last Edit: Feb 22, 2016 17:05:30 GMT -5 by Damon Carter
Knox had gotten up early as he did every day to do a perimeter search and make sure the fences they fixed and put up were still working. His friend, the very dead walker who Ernie killed, was still on the ground but this time had festering flies and maggots buried into her rotting flesh. It was pretty gross, even for him, so he moved on. Another new walker was impaled on a spike trying to get to him. He left him there and continued to walk..and that's when he heard the shot ring out. It was a distance, but it was clear. Someone else was close enough to them and he wanted to find out who it was.
Walking casually back to the house, he started to kick some boots of the others that were laying on the floor, passed out drunk from the moonshine Ernie had made. Ernie reclaimed his old room which was fine by him. It smelled like used condoms in there anyways.
"Hey, get up. Shot fired down the road. You, Billings, you Arvin, go check it out. Take whatever you can get from them. Supplies, weapons, vehicle if they got one. Go ride off those hangovers."
The two men grumbled as they slowly got up off the floor, still wearing their vests and fully clothed. They smelled like shit and had dark circles under their eyes. This was probably going to be an easy job picking off a lone hunter down the road.
"I ain't lowering shit," Arden said aiming his gun at the them. He stepped closer yet again. He wasn't scared, or of no biker gang. They weren't even all focussed the ones in the back still moving cars out of the way of the semi. He kept his eyes glared, narrowed in the conflict at Charles and England. He wasn't dropping his gun, he ain't stupid. They'd kill them.
The British guy mentioned a woman in the back, going into labour. "We ain't know no pregnant woman, and ain't following for no trap either. You want to go help her, help her. Know once we're back there, you fucker will cap us and leave us in the ditch. I ain't lowering shit, so best lower yours. Think I'm some supposed to believe some leather clad fag that you won't just shoot us."
He kept his glare, glancing over at Remy Looking at her for a reaction.
Tommy saw the stubborn guy step forward. He had his shotgun raised, aimed at Englnad's head. He was defensive, thinking the pled of s pregnant woman to be a trap. England didn't blame him, in this world, her very well could be right. But he was defensive. Throwing accusations around.
"Ain't no one going to clip yah. We would have done that if we wanted to already wouldn't we," England said putting his hand on the handle of his gun. He didn't pull it, not yet. He kept it clipped in, watching the angry hick.
As Arden stepped forward again, putting the shotgun to England's chest and calling him a fag he pulled his gun. "I said drop the gun. You're outnumbered, out gunned. You stupid or just plain fucking arrogant, lower your gun." He said aiming his pistol at Arden. "You understand me you inbred hick? Lower your dam weapon."
He pushed against Arden's chest, the two in a standoff of their own. Right now they were oblivious to those around him. In the heat of it all they didn't give a shit.
"The duck you cal me," Arden snapped, "I aught to blow your ass half way down this road you piece of shit."
"Fuck you hillbilly. Lower your gun. You hear me? We got bigger problems? A girl is going into labour out back. Now someone needs to help her. So lower your dam gun," England said, "or I'll shoot you and get it over with. Get the others to help."
Arden pushed him back, using the gun to leverage the man to the ground. "You shot at us already, expect us to believe any of your pansy asses," Arden snapped again.
England raised the gun, "fuck you," he pulled the trigger from where he laid on the ground. He was aiming at Arden. The redneck jumped out of the way and lunged forward. Before he could even comprehend Arden was on him. He had a knife drawn, the blade sinking into England's stomach. He yanked it out and stabbed a again, and again. He punctured something inside. England felt his mouth filling with blood. This redneck had killed him.
Arden was off him as soon as he was on, gun raised at the other biker. "Now lower your fuck weapons or I'll repeat what happened to your friend here." Arden said, looking over at England's life slowly slipping away from his body. "I ain't playing no more fucking games." By the time he was done talking England was gone.
Sky was really starting to become uncomfortable. When a man came in through the back and one through the front she reached for her gun beside her. One of the men said he was going to get help and for the other to stay with her. She raised the Gun and aimed it at him not wanting to take any chances. She didn’t know these people and she would shoot if she had to. Hearing the gunshots outside just made her more nervous.
The guy pulled a blanket out from his bag and water. Her offered the blanket and she sat the gun down within reach and grabbed the blanket. Leaning up she pushed it behind her back and tried to breath calmly. The guy introduced himself and his friend who had left and asked about more people outside Asking if she knew them. “No they aren’t my people I’ve been alone for a long time. I’m Skylar, Given the circumstances you can call me sky.” She said to him and looked towards the front of the store.
As a contraction hit her she grabbed Damon’s hand and started breathing like she had seen her mom doing when her little brother was born. She had helped her mom when she gave birth because it happened so fast Her brother was born at home. When the contraction past she let go of his hand and looked around the old destroyed building. "You ever seen or been a apart of childbirth Damon?"She asked Damon trying to keep her mind off the pain. This baby had great timing to come into the world. Gun fight outside and the baby wanted front row seats to the action.
Post by Charles Murphy on Feb 27, 2016 12:07:23 GMT -5
Faced off with strangers, Charles decided to play it cool, yet ready for anything. As he waited and watched for what was about to happen next, his sister went off to do the unthinkable. With her shotgun locked and loaded, she took cover and fired a warning shot near the woman`s feet. Right then and there, Charles knew things was about to turn a hell of a lot worse. He wanted to yell at his sister for doing that, thinking it all could have been avoided if she only had followed his lead. Immediately after the woman in the distance snapped, wanting them to back off, accusing them to want to take their homes, when in fact that was not the case. She continued by asking whether they were there with some other bikers in the area, others wearing an insignia of skulls and cuffs on their back.
Realizing exactly who she was speaking off, Charles got shocked by the news. Could it really be them, after everything? The same folks who his club had been at war with so many times, who had killed their president in Chicago, his stepdad? If that was the case, then they had full right to be concerned. They weren`t a nice bunch, though who exactly they had run into he didn`t know. Their rival bikers stretched far and wide across states, just like they had. Worried by the news, Charles looked over at Tobias and the others, knowing they must have understood it by now as well. "Skulls and cuffs?..." He asked curious, but got interrupted by the guy right next to the woman, who stepped forward unafraid.
He came into close range and demanded them to drop their guns, calling Charles a fucker and his sister a bitch, threatening to fire his gun. Charles didn`t like that one bit, especially the way he spoke to his sister. With an angry glare at the man, he took the challenge and decided to step forward himself. Right now he didn`t care if he got shot or not, if the man fired he knew the others would back him up. A comrade would never hesitate to help another comrade in need, such was their code.
Without a word he stared at the man, like an animal challenging another. Then out of the store England came to stand between them, asking them to stop and help with a woman in the back, who apparently was pregnant and about to give birth. Charles frowned by the request, looking at England with a short glance, then back at the challenger. He wouldn`t back down unless he did, wanting to establish his dominance of the situation.
Then suddenly the situation escalated, the rough looking man turned to England with his shotgun aimed at his head. Charles had no chance to react, standing a few feet away, fearing that if he moved the man would pull the trigger. The way the man continued to rant on, not trusting them one bit was understandable, though it continued to make Charles more frustrated. England tried to explain, but it didn`t help the matter.
As the two continued to threaten each other with weapons drawn, Charles shouted at them. "Hey! She ain`t with us! Stop it!" However none of them seemed to listen in the heat of the moment, with a nervous glance at the woman nearby, Charles took a few step forward toward the scene. England was then forced down by the weight of the shotgun, but fired his gun in response. The gunshot rang out throughout the area, though it missed its target. The stranger lunged at England with a knife and stabbed him several times in the stomach. Surprised by what happened, Charles got real angry and without thinking he ran over to help his friend. By the time he reached them, Arden stopped what he was doing and turned around with his gun drawn at Charles. With the tackle halted, Charles stopped by the end of the barrel, looking straight into the guy`s eyes.
He used the opportunity to quickly push the gun to the side, break his arm, grab the gun, push it upward and smash it right into the man`s face, causing him to fall backwards. As he fell to the ground busted open, Charles went on top of him and began to hammer down his fists, one still holding the gun, using the backend of it to cause more damage to his face. "You piece of shit! I`ll kill you!" He shouted and continued, knowing his friends would back him up in keeping the others away, damn the consequences!
(Hope you don`t mind Arden. xD )
Last Edit: Feb 27, 2016 12:24:05 GMT -5 by Charles Murphy
Post by Remy LaCroix on Feb 27, 2016 12:44:21 GMT -5
The tensions escalated to the boiling point between the two groups that had gathered here on the road and when the guy with the accent spoke about a pregnant woman giving birth, her eyes went wide and her jaw went slack.
"You brought a pregnant woman here??" She couldn't believe was she was hearing. She had no idea whose 'woman' it was and she didn't care. Having a baby meant you had to be more on edge then ever. It also meant it was something she could never have now and a sour reminder of what dreams were about before the world went to shit.
But then other things went to shit first. England and Arden got into it and she knew tangling with her cousin would not end well.
"Arden! Stop! Back up! The both of you back away!" Her was at the top of her lungs now, yelling at the two men that were not about to untangle. Like two pit bulls that were going to see the death of each other and she was not about to let her cousin die. She found her family. She needed him more then ever. He was there for her now. She couldn't lose him.
She screamed when the shot was fired at him, but she watched as Arden's arm moved quickly, stabbing the man to death. "Arden!"
Anger turned to panic as he pointed the gun at Charles and Charles jumped on him. "No! Stop it!"
She dropped the bat and the gun as Charles wailed on her cousin. She saw the smattering of blood against the concrete and Charles' fists and that's when she heard bones breaking. "No stop! Please! He's all I have! Don't take my family from me!"
She didn't care about the others. She didn't care about Susan who was probably ready to put a bullet in her head. She wanted this biker off her cousin and every time his arm reared back she tried to grab it and pull him off. She stepped back, hands to her hair as she watched this scene unfold. Tears ran down her cheeks as she just stood and watched her cousin be beaten like this. She knew Arden could take a harsh beating but she also knew he would give one right back. But this...this was brutal. She froze for a second just watching as if time had come to a complete stall until she remembered the bat and the shotgun.
Stumbling back, she picked up the heavy gun and went back to her cousin, pointing the gun at the back of Charles' head. This time, her anger turned to pleas as she gasped out her words between tears. "Stop, please. Stop. Get off him. Please. Don't do this..."
At this close range, she knew she could pull the trigger. What she didn't anticipate was that the safety was on and she had no idea how to take that lock off. There was no cocking of the gun or threats now. Just her plea to leave Arden alone. "Please...he's my family. He's all I got." Those were the repetitive words that kept coming out of her mouth. It was the only thing she knew and the only hope she had. Maybe, if there was anything in this guy, he would understand that.
As Susan watched the events take place one after another and then seeing Tommy and this other guy get into it with each other Susan kept her guns drawn on the blonde hair woman that she was having a confrontation with herself. Then all of a sudden the man was on top of Tommy on the ground stabbing him repeatedly. You mother fucker! Susan screamed out pointing her pistols at the man getting ready to shoot. However, her brother Charlie beat her to it by breaking the man's arm and knocking him onto the ground after the man point his gun at Charlie. Susan quickly trained her guns at the blonde hair woman with Charlie beats the man on the ground to a pulp.
The woman tried to pull Susan's brother off the man while screaming frantically telling Charlie to stop because that was her cousin and he is the only one left that she's got. After several failed attempts the woman pulled a shotgun on Susan's brother placing it at the back of his head. Susan quickly reacts to that pistol whipping the woman on the side of the head knocking the woman to the ground. Susan kicks the woman in the stomach and one more time in the face causing her to be dazed for a second making the woman drop the shotgun. Susan kicks the gun away from the woman and points her pistols right at the woman's face. Go ahead bitch! Give me a reason to kill you where you lay! Susan says to her with a very cold hard glare in her eyes as she looks directly into the woman's eyes.
Post by Amarie Elliott on Feb 27, 2016 20:03:02 GMT -5
"Shaun! We got trouble down there!" Son of a bitch, she couldn't believe what she was seeing through the scope of the rifle. What were they saying to each other? What the hell happened that caused Arden to be on that other guy. She whispered under her breath. "oh my god."
"Shaun! You need to get down there! You need to put that pup to use!"
She put the rifle back on her shoulder, pulling back the tumbler and making sure the gun was cocked. The guy that jumped on Arden had two bullets in the chamber with his name on it and she was going to aim for him. Fucking Arden. What was he doing? She had been here so long watching those bikers come and go and when a new gang arrives, they picked a fight with the wrong ones. She'd have to have a talk with Arden.
But there was a new problem. Remy was aiming a gun at the man on top of Arden and now another girl was in the picture. She may have to get more bullets. What the fuck was Nolan doing down there acting like a statue? She saw the butt of the gun go against Remy's head and the dark haired girl started kicking her.
She took a deep breath and fired a shot. She was looking to drop the girl with a bullet to the head, but she didn't take in to account the breeze that was blowing, sending the trajectory off. Instead, it whizzed by her shoulder, streaking through the clothing and flesh. She cocked the gun again and aimed for Susan, firing another shot, that this time, tore through her hair as she pulled back away from Remy.
"Dammit!" Maybe this would give them something to think about at least as she cocked the rifle again. She looked to aim taking down the dark haired girl one more time but the sounds of the motorcycles down the road was what caught her attention. The shitstorm was about to take another direction.
Two motorcycles roared down the road, passing the house where Shaun and Amarie were, not paying much attention to it as the goal seemed to be just down the road. There were people fighting and that was just perfect. Both men were armed and ready to kill them all and take their shit. However, when they saw motorcycles parked it was even better. These weren't charter members, but they could be. Slowly they rolled up to the scene to see bullets flying by some dark haired girl that seemed to be kicking a blonde. They slowed and the motorcycle engines kept running.
Billings spoke first. "Well, well well, what do we got here? Looks like a little fight? You gals fighting over that pretty bitch there?" Billings pulled out his handgun and pointed it at Charles and laughed. He saw the patch and that made things even better.
"Oh wow, that pretty bitch has a tag on him." He looked back at Arvin and nodded who spoke.
"So, we'll take the weapons, the bikes and the bitches," Arvin said. He saw England dead on the ground and another guy without a patch laying under Charles. "Looks like you're more into the boys anyways pretty boy."
Billings threw the kickstand down and got off his bike, grabbing a long chain walking up to Remy who was groaning on the ground from the kick to the stomach and face. "It's okay baby, you can groan for me later." He wrapped the chain around her neck and pulled tightly, yanking her to her feet and choking her as he pulled her back. She grasped at the chain, trying to loosen it as it made red indentations in her neck. Arvin held one gun towards Charles and another at Susan if she tried to make any false moves with the gun.
"Damn, good spoils today. You pussies find anything in that store? We'll take that shit too."
Amarie didn't have to tell him twice. He set off down the road, running as fast as he could. He rifel swung in his arms, a Scout running beside him. The dog ran just to run, not knowing what he was going to be doing once they got there. He saw the bikers roll down the road. They zoomed past. Shaun ran up behind them keeping low covered.
He raised the gun as the one biker spoke to the others Shaun fired. Blood sprayed out of Arvin's head spraying out onto Chsrles, Susan, and Arden. They hadn't expected anyone from the back, or they wouldn't have kept their backs exposed. He loaded another bullet from the clip and kept it raised St the other guy.
Scout barred his teeth, letting out a deep menacing growl. Scout lashed out in the biker with the chain, teeth sinking into the biker's leg drawing blood. He would either loose the leg or let go of the chain around Remy's neck. There was no other option.
Shaun kept his rifel raised though it shook.
"Your out numbered now asshole. Step away from her," Shaun said. They could deal with the bikers later. His focus was on the skull and cuffs. He hoped this conflict they had before could be put aside now that they had a common enemy. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. But he was not against killing more bikers if they touched Remy or Arden again. The skinny bitch included.
The blonde biker went to tackle Arden but the man just stood. He looked down the barrel of the shotgun, ready to shoot this supposed leader if he had to. England still laid lifeless on the ground, Arden was about to say he would turn, but the biker attacked. He felt gun be pushed to the side, another blow coming down hard as the bike grabbed and snapped.
Arden's arm broke, righ down the centre. He fell to the ground holding it, he was in pain, but could push past it. He walked on a broken foot for a entire day one year, he could handle the arm. But then the biker acted like a pussy hitting him when he was done, not attacking. He hit Arden in the face. Still holding the gun he used the butt of it to smack agaismt his face. He tasted blood, knew it was coming from his nose and mouth.
As the biker kept smashing his face he hear Remy yell something. He felt the fist each time. Looking at Remy through blurry, bloody vision he yelled at her, "shoot him, fucking shoot his ass," he could barley talk, words coming between punches and a swollen lip. He felt blood fill his mouth. Spitting it out after spoke.
His face was bloody, arm in pain laying limo in the ground. There was a visible gash with a hint of bone sticking out. At least they knew where it was broken. Arden hesrd the skinny crack whore yell at Remy, beginning to pull phew off. He saw her kicking someone on the ground. Anger surged through him. You could hurt him, his friends, his house, and brother. But when it came to the women if his family you don't lay a on them.
He tried to shit up, roll to the side. Charles would be forced to punch one side of his face while he proposed himself up with the hand that once held the shotgun. It wasn't the broken hand. He tried to crawl forward, from under Charles. "Get off her, whore. Kick her again and I'll gut you," he yelled as he rooms other punch.
Then the sound of engines could be hesrd. The rolled up, bikes zooming down the road. Biker got off. One held a gun at Charles and Susan, the other helped Remy off them ground. He mentioned her groaning for him and Arden continued to have his blood boil. The biker who helped her up began to choke Remy with his chain, leaving a mark on her neck. Arden was in to much pain to move.
"Get off of her," he yelled, "I'll kill you." he glared tried to move forward again. Then he hesrd a shot, the man who was holding guns at Charles and Susan fell, crumpling to the ground, and excess of blood leaking from his head. Scout tore at the other mans legs, clamping around it, not letting go unless the man let go of Remy.
Long days of travel are what took most of Jace’s time. He had come across a couple of groups which gave him leads on Skylar and where she was headed. He seemed to get closer and closer every single day and he just hoped he would find her in time. He had to protect his Best buds sister once he found her. The sounds of his favorite country singers blared through his headphones as he traveled. The scenery and the fresh air he enjoyed it so much. While he was riding seemed like the world was normal just for short periods of time The road empty in front of him he picked up his speed enjoying the feeling of flying.
As He crossed the Louisiana state line he slowed to a complete stop on a hill. A long ways down in the distance he could see a Service station. In front of the place Seemed as if hell was breaking loose He heard gunshots and screaming. Pulling out a set of binoculars he watched as a man was stabbed to death. Then as another two bikers pulled up starting a fight with the already dueling groups. “What in hell fire is going on down there?” Jace said too himself as he watched a man and dog come up. He shot one of the newly arrived bikers and the dog tore into the leg of the one with a chain around a girls neck.
Now that just tore at him because he hated seeing men who didn’t treat women with the respect they deserve. Putting the Binoculars away Jace started his bike and moved towards them at a fairly fast speed. When he was at a close enough range he stopped his bike and kicked the stand down. He grabbed his crossbow and fired a Arrow into the man with the Chain around the blonde girls neck. The arrow hit the man between the eyes and the man crumbled to the ground with the dog still ripping into his leg.
Taking a look around it seemed like a warzone in the small patch of road. Blood everywhere and body counts pilling up Jace Looked at the girl who was being strangled he nodded to her and glanced around at the remaining people still living. “So Has anyone seen a black haired Pregnant girl? Kind of short has a mouth like a sailor?” He said calmly to this group of strangers. The then moved towards the man with the Blondish hair seeing him on top of a badly beaten man. “Brother I don’t know what this man did but I think hes been punished enough. Don’t be a killer makes you no better than the scum trying to hurt that lady there. I’m sure your better than that.” He said kneeling to the man eye level. If he wanted to square up then Jace would be happy to oblige him. Coming into this mess he didn’t know what to expect.
Post by Damon Carter on Feb 28, 2016 14:15:15 GMT -5
Damon listened to Skylar's words, soft and hushed against the cacophony of rage and gunfire outside. He nodded slowly as she explained herself and her situation, and couldn't imagine how hard this must have been on her, especially alone. There wasn't enough food to go around, let alone enough to feed two, and the strenuous activity of survival had to have taken its toll on her. For a moment, he thought of how much safer she would be with a group, but at the same time, decided that his own group had been in shambles since the death of his comrade back in Jacksonville. Having a baby, a loud and attention-grabbing being, condemned her in this world, but he supposed that his own situation wasn't much better in the grand scheme of things.
"It's nice to meet you, Sky. Though I do wish it was under better circumstances." He tried to keep the conversation light, distracting, but the commotion outside troubled him. He heard the gunfire, occasional at first, but as the yelling escalated, he heard England try and calm everyone down. There was a scuffle, loud and clear, and then the only man he had grown to trust within the group fell silent. From within the store, he could see England's arm, his fingers unmoving, just within his line of sight. With the possibility of his only newest friend dead, he felt his blood run cold, and the hole that he had buried himself in since coming along to Louisiana seemed to deepen and swallow him. Numb from the shock of it, Skylar's hitched breath caught his attention and brought him back into reality, and it was only then that he realized that she was squeezing his hand.
He hadn't felt it. He hadn't felt anything. But she had asked him a question, he knew, and he tried to focus on what she had said. Thinking back, digging, he remembered the glimmer of it. "Unfortunately, no. But there's a first time for everything, isn't there?"
It wasn't reassuring, he knew that, but neither was the sudden roaring of bike engines that filled the space outside. The scene unfolded itself, loud and angry, and all he could do in that moment was curse the fact that fucking bikers still roamed the earth, and that he couldn't do anything to help. More than anything, he wanted to surprise the new intruders from his location in the shop and help protect the people in his group worth protecting, and to save England if it was still possible. But he knew that with this woman on her back and in pain, his place was here.
He was relieved to hear the tide of battle seem to turn in their favor, and now that he felt the shop was more securely protected, he rose to his feet and left her only long enough to push a shelf in front of the back door. While he was barricading the door, however, he noticed a hall, protected by a pair of doors labeled 'Employees Only.' He made quick work of investigating the area, pushing through the swinging doors. There were bathrooms, labeled for men and women, and another door far at the end for an exit. Off to the side, on the other side of the hall, was an office. Within the dusty hall, illuminated by sun from outside, a walker lay against the ground. His leg was broken, and he was old and starved, trying to crawl towards the sound to no avail. Damon saw a ring of keys against his belt loop, and there was a nasty gash made in his head, which seemed to be from before he died. As he watched the old manager of the service station flail against the ground, surrounded by the rhythm of violence outside and the hitched, pained breaths of the pregnant woman in the station, he thought on how sad this new world truly was, how senseless death became the norm, and precious life undervalued. The situation weighing on him, he garnered the courage to do what needed to be done and stabbed the man in the head.
Once he dropped, he took the keys and opened the door to the office. It was dirty and disheveled, but empty. He rushed into the bathrooms and grabbed everything that he could find that would be useful: left over paper towels, rags from underneath the sink, and a bucket. He brought it all into the office and returned to the gas station with a new-found sense of strength.
"I need you to trust me, okay?" He crouched down and picked up the pregnant woman, heavy from her condition, and swept the blanket and water bottle up underneath her. "I may not know fully what I'm doing, but neither did they in the Dark Ages, or Medieval Times, and people still had home births before the world went to shit. We can do this."
He carried her through the store with quick feet, doing his best to ignore the commotion outside, and brought her into the office. He nudged papers and stray files off of the desk and set her atop it before making quick work of locking the door and setting the blanket up. He filled a bucket with some water from the bottle and let a clean rag soak in it before he looked her over. He made the desk as comfortable as he could with the blanket, and once he wrung the rag out, he rested it on her forehead for comfort.
"Not to be crass, but I'm going to need you to take your pants off." He would do it himself, but he didn't want her to feel more uncomfortable than she needed to. He left her to it and rummaged around in the drawers of the desk, finding a pair of scissors, a pocket knife, and a packet of unused tissues. "We're doing this, Sky. And you're going to be just fine."
He only hoped that the outcome would be as strong as his words were.
Last Edit: Feb 28, 2016 14:19:01 GMT -5 by Damon Carter
At this point the commotion outside was drowned out by the pain Sky was feeling. How did her mom manage to do this three times? Her mom was tough as nails and did this three times with no drugs. As Damon rushed off and scurried about she assumed trying to prepare for this situation. She just focused on her breathing and tried to visualize a nice warm day on the beach. Skylar had went with her mother to Lamaze classes and who knew that she would need them now more than ever.
When Damon returned he picked her up off the ground which wasn’t exactly pleasant. “Well I helped my mom give birth at home to my little brother. So I will coach you through most of it. Most important of all of it don’t drop my baby.” She said as he carried her into the office. He sat her on the desk and she scooted back to the end of the desk against the wall. Leaning her back against a cushion her pulled off the desk chair she steadied her breathing. Contractions now very close together.
Damon mentioned her taking her pants off and she gladly obliged. This baby was coming and soon and the pants were getting so uncomfortable. “Damon this baby is coming now!!” She said anxiously with pain in her voice. With Damon in position Skylar started her breathing routine. With the next big contraction Skylar pushed and screamed. Catching her breath the best she could she couldn’t believe the pain she was in. This was worse than getting shot.
When the next big contraction hit she pushed again. “I can see the Head.” Damon said to her And Sky just pushed with every contraction. After a few more good pushes it was all over. Sky caught her breath as Damon wrapped the baby in a blanket. “You have a baby boy Sky. Congratulations.” He said as he cleaned off the babies face.
Worn out and tired Skylar leaned up and tied some string around the cord near his belly button cutting off the blood flow. She took the scissors and cut the cord. She then picked up the little boy wrapped in a blanket and rocked him gently to stop the crying. “Shh baby boy, everything’s okay.” She said calmly cooing at him till he settled down and went quiet.
“I need you to trust me and let me take your baby outside. It will be the only way to stop the fight between my group and the others. I Promise I will bring him make in a few minutes.” Damon said to her calmly. Skylar was hesitant But she let Damon take the baby so she could try and clean herself up and prepare to move. Damon left the office and walked out the front of the Gas station. He headed towards the group of people outside. The baby boy started crying and Damon rocked him trying to quiet him down.
(OOC: In the interest of speed I NPC played Damon a bit.)
Post by Remy LaCroix on Feb 28, 2016 17:20:30 GMT -5
Remy tried her best to hold it together, but she saw her cousin and thought he was going to die if they didn't get him help immediately. It was moments like these when she missed Andrei. It was moments like these when she missed Luca. But the dark haired girl was on her and she felt a sharp, sudden thud against the back of her neck, followed by the warm trickle of blood and shooting headache that shot up her head. She felt herself falling as stars filled her mind and eyes, but the punishment wasn't done there. A sharp pain in her stomach, followed by a bruising blow to her head as she curled up in pain. The gun was taken from her and both her and Arden were down and outnumbered. Everything was becoming a blur in an instant and their lives were suddenly gone from them. She looked at Arden and whispered to him. "I'm sorry Arden..."
She heard the motorcycles roaring and her eyes closed as she felt blood first coming up into her throat before swallowing it back down again. She heard the gruff voices and assumed it was more bikers like Charles and his group. But then she was yanked up with something around her neck.
She choked as suddenly the breath was being taken from her, reaching her hands to the chain that was pulled taught against her throat, struggling to stop this torture. Her eyes were wide as she looked at those gathered and more shots were fired. Her blurred vision saw the arrow coming for her and she assumed it was another biker that was going to take her out. Just like that, she could breathe as the biker behind her was dropped. She felt to her knees, gasping for air as the chain crumpled to the concrete. She scrambled to Arden, her head throbbing with pain as she looked down at the broken arm. "We have to get you out of here." She wasn't as concerned with herself right now but she saw Shaun's dog run up protectively to her. "Shaun...Shaun...help me with him."
Three bodies splattered on the ground and they were sorely outnumbered. Amarie was firing at the group back at the house. It was pure chaos and close up. This was the first time she had been hurt since Adolphus shot her. That pain where the bullet landed and scarred her side suddenly flared up again and the worst had yet to come. The sound of a crying baby came next. "Jesus..." She looked up and saw a young man carrying the infant, still covered in afterbirth and blood and behind him were hungry walkers coming out of the woods and from the swamp.
"We're not going to survive this..." She started to feel that rise of panic. The need to run when situations became too emotional was far overpowered by the need to survive now. She could hear the roar of more motorcycles coming south from her house. She saw three bikers as her vision came back to her, feeling the blood trickling down her nose. They turned now and she could make out some sort of Scottish accent on one of them as he cursed and turned towards the encroaching walkers.
Her eyes turned fierce as she looked at Susan first, then Charles. "You want that baby to live? You think fighting us will keep them other guys away? You think walkers will leave us alone? We're dead if we don't move now."
She helped Arden to his feet, ripping her jacket off and forming a make-shift sling for his broken arm. She shivered but the cold didn't matter. They had to go and with Shaun and Nolan covering her, she picked up her bat, leaving the shotgun behind and started their retreat back to the farmhouse.
Last Edit: Feb 28, 2016 17:21:38 GMT -5 by Remy LaCroix
When the cry of baby filled the Air Jace looked up and into that direction. He saw a man carrying a newly born infant and he jumped up. He moved towards the baby. He had finally found Skylar man she was a hard girl to track down. He looked back and saw the blonde girl taking her cousin back towards what appeared to be the home they stayed at. Saying the all needed to move away from the service station if they wanted to survive.
With the sound of more bikes in the distance and the growls of the undead coming out of the woods towards the sound of the baby Jace had to get sky and her baby out of the area. “Hand me the baby. I gotta get he or she and my little sister out of here.” He said in a calm but firm tone. Not really waiting he carefully took the baby and moved inside. He found sky as she was slowly walking out of the office of the building.
Skylar looked up and was so surprised to see Jace there she rushed forward and hugged him careful not to hurt the baby. “JB what are you doing here? How did you find me?” She said happily but there was no time for catching up. She took her arm and moved her out the back door. Helping her onto her horse he handed her the baby. “There is a farm house right down the road. Go now.” He said and slapped the horses rear so it would move.
With Skylar headed to safety He headed back out front and got onto his bike. He looked at the blonde haired guy and his brown haired sister he assumed. “I’m following my sister and the baby. We will need everyone’s help to survive this and its best for you to follow brother.”
Last Edit: Feb 29, 2016 20:38:45 GMT -5 by Deleted
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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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.
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