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Cynthia was just dozing off finally after slowly warming up from her body heat building up under the blanket she found in the van. That is until someone decided to give her a rude awakening by smashing out the window and set the car alarm off in the van. Being startled by the noise and hearing two men talking as one reached in to unlock the door to the van and then cutting the wire to the alarm She remained silently hidden in the back on the floor. Cyndi grabs her forty five quietly sliding back the cocking piece checking the chamber of the gun. She then awaits the men's next move not wanting to give away her cover just in case they didn't notice her yet.
Cyndi pulls the blanket over her head completely covering her body and places the barrel of the gun to the back of the driver seat. Cynthia wasn't sure who these men were nor what they wanted. All she knows is they could be a threat or they could be friendly. Either way Cyndi wasn't taking any chances in this new hellish world. The five foot six petite brunette has been lucky so far in the last three years defending herself and taking care of herself. However, today might be the day her luck runs out or will it? Cyndi knows it will be hard to take on two men by herself if it comes to that. Still she doesn't have much of a choice in this world as she has yet to find any she could trust.
Post by Jonah Sexton on Mar 14, 2016 6:51:27 GMT -5
All that noise freaked the shit out of Jonah in a sort of literal way. Meaning yes a little pee ran down the sickly young man's leg while his face turned fifty shades of grey when Sean came and got the alarm off. Crossing his arms over his chest as if to convey he didn't mean to set off the alarm or the other.. Unfortunate spot on his jeans. The blushing young man coughed again loudly while hearing some movement in the van before they looked in it. Giving a tap on Sean's shoulder before the same finger was tapped on the door of the Van trying to tell him what he thought. Someone or something is in there.. SOMETHING IS IN THERE. Jonah mouthed urgently before trying to get the words through his lips much to his dismay. Taking out the revolver from the back of his jean waist. Turning the safety off as he aimed it at the door to the vehical before mouthing. "Who ik im there?" He asking rather awkwardly with little to nothing of a tongue but it helped in getting some of the words out. While others.. Well he just replaced with the closed sound he could make.
Post by Sean Delfino on Mar 14, 2016 23:35:27 GMT -5
Sean was just about to go check the vehicle out, search for supplies, as he thought he spotted movement. He got his guard up now, being more watchful, it was then he felt the tap on his shoulder. He turned around very quick, since he was already on edge.
He noticed Jo saw it too, since he mouthed somewhere was there. “I know.” he spoke very quietly. “Be care....” but before he finished he noticed the wet spot on Jo his pants. He raised an eyebrow. “You ok?” he whispered. He then shook his head and focused again. “Later, this first.” he said holstering his katana on his back and taking out his gun, from the holster on his belt.
He watched Jo get in position and heard how he tried to ask who was there. “What he said, who's there?” Sean asked stern while raising his gun. “Better come out, while you still can, you are out gunned.” he added in the same stern tone. Sean might be a cute, sweet, friendly guy, he sure didn't want to be messed with. “Don't make me come in there.” he spoke.
As Cyndi laid there in the back she can hear the whispering something to each other. She then hears one of the men stutter to her from outside something. Not sure what the man is trying to say she remained silent until the other man spoke up. The other man told her his friend was asking who was there in the van then the man continued on about how she was out gunned and how he will come in there if she didn't come out of the van soon. Cyndi at this point started becoming very nervous and wasn't sure if she could trust the men. You come in here and I will shoot you! I don't know either one of you nor do I trust you! Cynthia said to the man nervously as she remained in the van until she was sure she can trust them not to shoot her nor kill her. How do I know you and your friend won't hurt me or even rob me? Cynthia asked him as she is now scared of what could happen if she comes out of the van.
Cyndi then backs up to the other side of the van in the back pointing her gun at the open door getting a better look at the man outside from the a distance barely seeing his face. I might be out numbered, but I do have a slight advantage to take one of you out before you take me out. Cynthia added to the man hoping it will at least make him think twice before trying to enter the van as well as to try and do her harm. Cyndi sits there holding the gun while her hands and arms begin to tremble slightly as she is nervous of the whole situation.
Post by Jonah Sexton on Mar 16, 2016 7:07:11 GMT -5
When you are really sick and have pissed yourself in front of the guy have had a crush on forever.. Someone isn't going to be happy. Hands shaking as the young man felt the rain continue to fall on the pair. Looking over his shoulder toward a few walkers that had been attracted by the noise. Tapping Sean haste fully on the shoulder to point out the incoming danger. Frowning at the women's reaction to two men asking her come out. Yes it made since, for all she knew they could kill her or worse. Jonah knew that trying to explain the walkers coming would be to hard so he began to make Walker noises and run his fingers over the side of the van trying to hint of the impending doom for Cynthia if she wouldn't get the hell out.
Finally turning around firing a shot at a jawless women before attempting to shoot a man but of course his bad aim showed at the worst time. The bullet knocked off the corpses ear but not the hands that grabbed the mute gentlemen with snapping teeth wanting to take a bite. Jonah leaned against the van side struggling to keep the Walker at bay with the metal bat.
Post by Sean Delfino on Mar 18, 2016 1:35:00 GMT -5
Sean heard the reaction of the girl and rolled his eyes. The good thing was he knew it was a girl, he heard it. He rolled them again as she was afraid they would rob her. “Look, I know the rain can do horrible things to a person, hair messed up, clothes looking dirty, but you are way out of line calling me a robber.” He said irritated. Sean felt the taps on his shoulder from Jo. “In a minute Jo, I’m trying to convince miss suspicious that we are the good guys.” He replied without even noticing the walkers.
He then heard some noise inside, seems she was moving, followed by yet another threat. This time the girl told them she could shoot one before anyone would take her out. “I like to see you try, sweetie.” He said in an arrogant tone keeping his gun raised. It was then he noticed Jonah trying to imitate a walker, he looked over his shoulder and saw the horde coming. “Oh crap.” He spoke calm as he heard Jo shooting a walker.
He turned back around only to see Jo struggling with a walker. He felt anger rushing through his body. “Leave him alone!” he yelled dropping his gun and grabbing the katana from his back. With a large slash the head dropped next to Jo. Sean cleaned his sword on the clothes of the dead body and holstered it. Then he offered Jonah his hand and pulled him up. "You ok?" he asked worried
He didn't wait for an answer and turned around once more and noticed the other walkers were getting closer. He grabbed is gun from the floor and walked closer to the van, still full of anger. “I have had it!” he yelled as he smacked the side of the van with his free fist. “You get the hell out, unless you want to be eaten alive, there is a horde coming and I can’t fight them off alone, with three we might stand a chance, afterwards we can maybe clear the town.” He yelled. “One wrong move and I chop you head off too, cause you are accusing us, but for all I know you are a killer or a robber!” He added. “Because of the bickering with you, I didn’t even notice my friend was in trouble and I hate to put him in danger!” he kept yelling. “So now get out and come help, no funny tricks though.” He spoke stern finally stopping the yelling.
Post by Jonah Sexton on Mar 24, 2016 17:29:19 GMT -5
A surge of panic fell on the young man as he fought with the Walker trying to eat his face off. His nose scrunched up at the sight of its gross snapping teeth before its head fell off. Splitting onto the ground near his head, Jonah's head turned to see the head. Still snapping it's teeth in a hopeless attemp at biting him. Jonah grabbed Sean's hand as he offered it brushing off his knees.
Even though he could hear Sean's angry fit Jonah's eyes stayed on the horde beginning to surround them. Maybe it was a combination of the fear or the sight the undead all together but his lunch from earlier came up. His hand ran over his forehead feeling the sweat. Shit how high was his fever getting? The weather certainly wasn't helping. Lip quivering before he wiped away any remnant of the mess he made on the pavement. His eyes stared at Sean zoning out the ran he was having. Coughing into his elbow as he reached for the back of Sean's neck yanking him with him. Jonah stumbled as he coughed more leaning against his companion. "I need your help let's move" The tone in which he spoke easily made the progression of Jo's sickness known. He looked ahead of them hoping to find safety anywhere away from that fricken Van.
(I appologize for the quality but I will get back used to being Jonah XD )
Post by Sean Delfino on Mar 27, 2016 0:31:29 GMT -5
Sean heard Jo throwing up once more, which meant his sickness was taking a turn for the worse. Meanwhile they were both soaking wet as well, which wasn’t good for either of them. Jo would get even more sick and Sean would maybe start to get sick, if they kept in these wet clothes.
Sean was just about to yell at the girl inside again ,when he felt Jo his hand on his neck. Right in time he turned around to catch his and support his poor friend. He heard the coughs and saw in how a bad shape he was. He heard how Jonah said he needed Sean his help. “I’m here for you, we’ll be ok, stay with me Jo.” He spoke calmly. “We’ll make it to the town and find shelter in one of the houses.” He added as he started walking to the side to avoid big part of the horde, so they could make it to the town. At this point he didn’t care for the girl anymore, she could follow once she got out or just stay there and get eaten, what counted now was getting Jo to safety.
With his gun in his one hand he shot the walkers that stood in the way, easily making it through the other side of the horde. They were lucky the horde was spread out, so they could easily get through them. Shooting at the ones that got in the way wasn’t smart, because of the noise, but it was the only solution for now.
Some moments later the finally reached the town, there was a house right on the right. “Here goes nothing.” He said walking towards the house. The door wasn’t locked which was good, so he opened it and walked inside. He slowly let Jonah lean against the wall. “I need to check the house, stay awake though, i’ll do a quick check and the we need to change, those wet clothes will only make things worse.” He spoke. “I’ll try to find a blanket too.” He added. Sean was very careful since he had no clue what he would find, walkers, people? So with his gun raised he started his tour.
Post by Jonah Sexton on Mar 27, 2016 8:57:30 GMT -5
Jonah tried to say something beside groaning but it came out in comprehensible. A dry heve followed suit as Sean caught him thankfully supporting him with his shoulder. Tears began to form but with all this dammed cold rain it was hard to see this. The very idea that if he were dyeing and couldn't call for help scared the young man. What if Sean wasn't close enough to see him? He would be able to defend himself hopefully but what if's were always a pain in the ass. They always made things so goddamn complicated.
Jo hung onto his companion as the pair made it through the herd. Taking a last glance back toward the Van hoping the girl could make it on her own. He ought to be praying for himself at this point. His breathing was strained with coughing and a stuffed nose didn't make it any better.
The pair arrived at a house that wasn't locked. What if their were bandits or people still inside? What if they had been turned? What if what if what the fucking If. They entered it and Sean let Jonah lean against a nearby wall. Jonah squeezed his friends arm as if begging for him to be safe. Once gone the pale wet and shaking young man slid down the wall into the puddle that his cloths were making. Praying to God Sean would be okay. Making the sign of the cross, he curled up into a pathetic wet ball.
Dozing off a little, his eyes felt so heavy, maybe sleep would help this fever? His mind tried to disuade him. Shaking his head fighting off the drowsiness. Spitting on the floor before him, crawling on his hands and knees toward the nearest room. Looking up he saw a couch and tried to get up on his legs. Pulling himself to lay on the loves seat not the actual couch.
Post by Sean Delfino on Mar 29, 2016 11:48:19 GMT -5
Sean had checked every room on the ground floor, except for two. It was easy since the power was working in the house, so in every room he could click on the light. It was rare to come across a place like this, power from windmills, very handy though. So anyways, kitchen was clear, living room was clear, hall too since Jo sat there. It was when he opened the door that led to the garage he saw four walkers. He quickly holstered his gun and grabbed is katana, with a swing he chopped of two heads, before sticking his sword into the next one his eyes, before pulling it out. Finally he swung his sword down like an axe nearly splitting the skull of the last one in half.
He looked around and noticed the door that led outside was busted open. He figured the horde they just passed came through the town and the town folks probably lost the battle or fled. He walked over and closed the door, but of course it wouldn’t stay shut, luckily there was a wooden rack next to it. With one hand he started to pull, after a few seconds he jumped out of the way, causing the rack to fall, making sure the door was sort of barricaded.
He walked back inside and closed that door. He looked around for something to push in front of it. The only things that would help was the table in the kitchen, so he walked over to grab it and dragged it to the other room, pushing it against the door, before placing as much stuff on it as he could find.
Then it was time for the last door on the ground floor. He pulled it open, making sure he was ready to kill walkers, but it was empty, there was just a toilet. He sighed relief while closing the door. It was time to check the first floor, he made sure to put off all the lights, since they would draw walkers, he only left the little ones on, like the little lamp on the table in the hallway, etc… . On that same table where some pictures, Sean recognized one of the people, it was one of the walkers he just killed. It was sad to see these people died.
He then walked back to the hall, where the stairs was, only to see Jo moved himself to the love seat. “Jo stay awake!” he yelled, while clapping his hands. “I won’t be long.” He added with a smile and wink.
Then he started walking up the stairs, reminding himself to check the house for supplies tomorrow, since it had been such a long day, he was too tired to do it now. The first floor had two bedrooms, a bathroom and a dressing closet as big as the size of the rooms. All door where open and all lights one, suitcases on the bed, some clothes thrown in. ‘They were trying to leave but didn’t make it out, living in a place like this didn’t prepare them for fighting walkers.’ Sean thought, with a sad look on his face. He walked from room to room, clicking the lights off. The two bedrooms where clear and he even found a large fleece blanket in one of them, which he now laid over his shoulder, so he could still hold his katana to defend himself. He checked the large dressing room, lots of spare clothes for them, since there was a women’s section and a men’s section. He grabbed a dress from the women’s section and cleaned his sword. Then he looked at the men’s section and smiled. “Shopping tomorrow.” He chuckled before clicking the light off. He was sad about what happened to the people, but he could't stay sad the whole time, so he might as well be happy they found a place.
He finally ended his tour in the bathroom, he saw it was clear and was just about to click off the light, when he noticed the little medicine cabinet on the wall. He holstered is sword and rushed over to it, before opening it. He felt happiness fill his heart, as he saw a lot of meds, he grabbed the bottles with painkillers he knew and put them in his pocket. Then he started to check the other ones, hoping some of them would contain antibiotics. He started to lose hope, until he read the last bottle. “Bingo.” He said with a smile. It was still pretty full and Sean knew this would help Jo. He once more put the bottle in his pocket, before putting the other ones back. He closed the cabinet, walked back, clicked off the light and made his way downstairs.
He rushed to Jo and sighed in relief to see he was still awake. “The place is clear.” He spoke enthusiastic. “But I got even better news, I found meds, painkillers and antibiotics.” He added in the same tone. “We are going to get through this, you are going to get through this, they will make you better Jo.” He spoke with a smile.
It was when he waited for Jo his reaction that he felt cold, power was on but he didn’t know if the place had heating. All he knew was that they had to put on dry clothes. “We’ll need to change by the way, being soaking wet like this, isn’t good.” He spoke, before slowly opening his jacket, taking it off and putting it on the table so it would dry.
Post by Jonah Sexton on Mar 30, 2016 3:58:49 GMT -5
Just when sleep was creeping on the door step. When his eyes slowly got heavy and his will to stay awake faded. The moment his mind was flooded in darkness was when Sean's voice rang out like a damn alarm clock. It scared the living daylights out of him enough to make him flop off that love seat into the floor with a groan. "FUCK OFF Y-" The rest of his protest was halted by coughing into his hand, he then sat back up on the couch with legs tucked close. He rested his head a little bit on his knees while he waited on Sean.
Hopefully his friend would understand that he was In a very bad mood.. Not that he would of understand his yell very well anyways. Sure it was a noticeable curse but the lack of a full tongue made most words sound like shit. At least that's how Jonah saw it ever since that fateful day when Sean couldn't keep his mouth shut. Jonah was the one who payed the price and sometimes despite all the words and protest. He still blamed Sean a little bit, somewhere inside him he just couldn't take the blame for all this.
As Sean came back into the picture Jonah's blue eyes looked up from the brand mark on his wrist. Sean could be right about them not following or be terribly wrong. Only time would tell. A smile though small and shaky shined on his pale face at the mention of medicine. Opening his mouth wanting to take some, it wasn't until a minute later that the young was reminded of the scar on what was left of his tongue and how seeing that wouldn't be the best for Sean. He was doing a lot for the sickly roommate after all even by post apocalyptic standards.
At the mention of changing Jonah's face was flushed with a bright red blush. Shaking his head as goosebumps formed on his wrist getting the 'weird' feelings again. Sean may be comfortable with his own body but that certainly didn't mean Jonah was. Despite his rather average physique the idea gave him the chills. What of Sean noticed his erection? Why would he have an erection? Their were no pretty girls around!
Jonah gave a pout still shaking his head at the idea. Even turning away from his best friend wanting no part in this stripping down. Letting out another groan, the wet cloths weren't helping this illness and he wasn't going to strip down in front of Sean. Something would have to be done.. Sean
Post by Sean Delfino on Apr 4, 2016 23:43:02 GMT -5
Sean noticed how Jonah opened his mouth as he walked back from the table where he left his jacket, Jonah opened it so he could get his medicine. Pain and guilt filled his heart as he saw what was left from his best friend his tongue and all because of him. Sean couldn’t even react until he closed his mouth again. He blinked a few times and regained his focus, still feeling a little guilty and bad about the whole thing. “N...no, not yet, first we need to change clothes.” He replied.
Sean noticed his red cheeks and worried that the fever was back, little did he know, that it was from his ‘weird feelings’. He noticed how Jonah turned away, Sean had no clue what was going on. “Fever is already coming back, I see those red cheeks.” Sean spoke while taking of his hoodie and shirts. He wore a couple for the cold. Now standing there, revealing his beautiful body and the hot happy trail.
Then he stepped closer to Jonah, taking a seat next to him. “What is your problem, you are soaking wet and you need to get out of this clothes, don’t be silly.” He spoke as he laid a hand on his shoulder trying to make him turn around. “Is it because you are afraid of the cold, cause I’ll help you and hurry, you won’t feel a thing of the cold, but just get out of those wet clothes, they make things worse.” He added.
Post by Jonah Sexton on Apr 5, 2016 0:21:53 GMT -5
Did he swallow a Viagra sometime today? No? Then why on earth would Jonah's cock be as hard as it was. It made a bulge in his pants could only be hide by true boner ninja's. His hands causally went over his ground area legs moved closer together as if to block Sean's eyes from seeing any sign of attraction. Why did Sean's form give him such a reaction? Why did it make him so nervous every and hard to breath around him... The world may never know.
Jonah tried to keep his light blue eyes from starring over different parts of Sean's body. It all made his "Fever" intensify over his now rosy cheeks. Biting down on his lower lip starting at the happy line going down to only what he could imagine. It would be shameful to admit having dreamed what lay underneath those boxers at night.. It was better then having a hand night alone..
Speaking of hands, Sean's touch made him shudder in a soft near quiet way. Despite the aching of his erection underneath he looked Sean in the eyes and nodded. Closing his eyes a little bit as he acted as if it were another sick spell. Maybe he was enjoying this and maybe he wasn't.. But one thing was clear is that he allowed his friend to help undress him. First with a couple of sweaters before getting the last shirt he hesitated. Waiting a moment longer before the shirt came off. Showing off the unsurprisingly pale smooth body of his.
Post by Sean Delfino on Apr 6, 2016 23:22:31 GMT -5
Sean was finally able to get Jonah his shirt off, both standing in their bare chest now. “See wasn’t so hard right.” He said with a smile. He then placed a hand on Jonah his forehead. “Feels hot, we need to get that fever down.” He spoke worried. “Let’s hurry with the change.” He spoke as he slowly walked back turning his back at Jonah. As he was walking he felt sort of a slight tingle in his pants, he had no idea what happened, he didn’t have an erection or something, just a slight tingle. Was it the cold wind on his nipples, Sean had no idea, but he didn’t actually worry about it. “I’ll get us some clothes upstairs real quick, meanwhile take you pants off.” He spoke looking over his shoulder, before running upstairs.
Some moments later he came back with some sweaters, shirts, jeans, socks and even two pairs of boxers. He placed everything down on the table, turned around facing Jo and opened the button of his pants. “Guess I was too fast huh.” He said giving a wink as he saw Jonah still sitting there with his pants on. He pulled his pants down, nearly pulling the boxer down with it, since everything was sticky and wet and hung the pants over a chair and pulled up his boxer. Nothing had been revealed besides part of his ass, which Jonah would have noticed when he turned around to hung the pants on over the chair.
Sean then turned around looking at Jonah. “I want to have you change your clothes first, you are sick, hurry up.” He said with a smile.
Post by Jonah Sexton on Apr 7, 2016 20:04:22 GMT -5
Jonah let out a moan at Sean's touch. Even though it was just his forehead to Jonah it was much more. In fact it made Jonah's whole world came to a screeching halt. Their were no walkers, no bandits, no death nor destruction in the cruel world which filled the encroaching night. It was just Sean and Him, shirtless and cold. Well at least Jonah was feeling a little cold. Their didn't seem to be any heat other then the fire beginning in his pants at the sight of it. He thought the shirtless bare chest of Sean was enough to make him die on the spot, but that ass was subtle. It made him ach both physically and mentally. Why was he reacting in such a manner? He shouldn't have these thoughts or feelings, that would make him gay and Jonah knew that he wasn't like that. That is what he told himself.
Sean wanted him to take off his pants but was he ready for that humiliation? His friend had seen his pasty white body before and despite the lack of judgement. That didn't stop Jonah from comparing himself to Sean in all the wrong ways. That type of way that only fueled his insecurities rather then support the good qualities. Where Sean was fit and handsome Jonah only saw the image of the stereotypical catholic young man with a boyish feature. Sean could go and strip for a living just for the hell of it whole he could barley order a girl a drink at any bar. Sean was stronger where Jonah was weak.
The young man tried to move spit around in his mouth to try and wetter his lips. A much harder task without a tongue. All caused by the one and only; Sean Delfino. Even though Sean had the looks and personality that could make any women weak in the knees, their was one thing that Jonah held above him. Patience and the ability to know ones place had merited Jonah some safe moments in the apocalypse whole Sean would of been a little irritated and become loud mouth. Looking at Sean in an almost daze of thought and confusion of what to do. Unbuttoning his jeans before shimming out of them showing off more of his pale form. Peeling off the wet and slightly pissed in boxers from his body. Shaking cold now teeth chattering as an audible warning for Sean to cover him with some damn new cloths. Bright blue eyes looked at Sean asking for the cloths through an almost puppy dog look. Cute..
Post by Sean Delfino on Apr 12, 2016 0:10:39 GMT -5
Sean heard the moan, he was getting worried, he must felt some pain, since he moaned. He was happy when Jo finally took off his pants, exposing his pissed and wet boxers. He then saw Jonah was getting clod and saw his teeth chattering. He grabbed the clothes and placed them next to Jonah, he handed him the boxer first. “Here put on the clean one.” He spoke looking in his eyes. “I’ll help with the rest.” He added.
Then he turned around and walked back to the table. He grabbed the clean boxer for himself and pulled down his own boxer, exposing his ass to Jonah. Sean was a stripper he wasn’t ashmed of his body, didn’t feel awkward either. He then grabbed the clean and dry boxer, stepped in it and pulled it up. Then he grabbed the pants and shirt and got dressed. It felt good do have dry clothes on.
After that he turned around, he only figured Jonah would have switched boxers by now, if not he didn’t care, guys were guys, they all had a penis, so he didn’t mind seeing Jonah’s. “You done?” he asked. “Then I’ll help you with your other clothes and tuck you in and finally give your meds.” He added.
The rain was unrelenting on the windscreen as Ayano drove the little four wheel drive towards... well... hopefully shelter. The sun was peaking at the horizon now, she'd driven most of the night and her eyelids were beginning to close on their own. They definitely needed to stop soon. In the back seat a little blonde tyke could be heard whimpering softly as she slept. Ayano hated the sound she always made. She wanted to reach out and comfort her, to make her dreams bright and peaceful, but she couldn't. Those who didn't dream were lucky these days. Lucky indeed.
Walkers past them as they drove but they took little notice, they wouldn't catch up. Still, the more walkers there were the less likely it'd be they'd find a place to stop. She hadn't seen a sign for a town in a very long time and that worried her. What if she dozed off? She had been driving for about 9 hours now.
It was just as she was fretting that she saw the sign she'd been hoping for. Rock Port, it said. It was something. "Meg." She called back. She hated to wake her but she needed her eyes as well now. Meg was a very light sleeper like herself, so she was easy to wake. "Mm?" She moaned sleepily "What's wrong?" Aya shook her head "Nothing, we're about to go through a town now, can you make sure everything is in your bag ready." Meg nodded compliantly and started shoving things into her backpack. When she was done she climbed into the front seat next to Aya. "You should teach me to drive mum." Aya smiled a little "You're too short! You legs wouldn't reach" Aya giggled "You can talk!" She scoffed "Hey! At least wait until you've had your growth sprit to tease me about my height!" The two of them laughed and trailed off into silence. She was grateful to have meg. She was a smart girl for her age, and very mature. Very capable. She accepted her reality. If she was sad she would make sure Aya couldn't see. She was strong. In her sleep was the only time Aya could see any weakness. The years had hardened her. Sometimes her strength was the only thing to keep Aya going day by day. Meg was saving her, holding her up. If anything ever tried to take her from her she would fight to keep her alive. She would sacrifice anything.
After a few minutes of silence Meg perked up in her seat "Hey look!" She was pointing out the window. "what?" Aya came to a stop. "Settlement fallen" Meg read aloud. Then she heard the sound of a car alarm go off in the near distance "Oh no." Ayano hit the gas again and turned left towards a town and away from the sound. It would have attracted attention, best to leave it be. The sound stopped abruptly, and Aya slowed, taking a good look around "Why do they have power?" Megan asked "Windmills are generating the electricity. This place could be rebuilt... with some effort..." She was almost talking to herself. After driving a short lap of the town she chose a house. It was lit in most of the rooms so she knew the power worked. It looked sturdy. Unfortunately just as she drove up she noticed another vehicle parked, moreover the lights all started going out room by room. "We'll go somewhere-"
The car turned off "Fuck." Aya cursed under her breath. She was out of fuel, the car wouldn't go anymore. She hadn't kept enough attention on the meter. She'd been driving slowly but there was still wenough momentum to carry her into the sidewalk, which made a loud scraping metal sound. Aya cursed again and looked back at meg "My fault, we've gotta get out. The dead ones from the car alarm will make it over here soon. That house has people in it, but it is the nearest with electricity, and we need warmth. Meg nodded "Tell me what to do." Aya smiled "Knife out, but stay behind me. It can't hurt to knock right?" The last part was under her breath.
They ran through the rain as the first couple of Dead emerged. She knocked on the door, gun in her pocket and ready to be whipped out if she needed it "Hello? If there are people in there with a soul, I have a young daughter and the dead are coming. We wont hurt you, please help us." She knocked again. Had she made a mistake? Maybe she should have risked it and legged it to the next closest building, but it might be too late now. The ran was soaking their clothes through "Hey, c'mon!" She knocked louder. They couldn't ignore them with the noise she was making she'd bring the dead to their doorstep soon.
Post by Jonah Sexton on Apr 14, 2016 12:32:36 GMT -5
His cheeks were red from all the blushing. Hot and cold at the same time made the young man express a weird smile over his pale face. Hands over his dick trying to hide the erection of their was one. For all he knew it could of been the illness causing it and not the sight of Sean's.. Sean's.. Fuck why couldn't he remove his eyes from the sight of it.
It reminded him a time long ago when the pair had gotten stuck in a crowded elevator. Sean had thankfully made room for others by pulling Jonah up close to the point Jonah had those weird feelings.. The same ones he had right now. For some reason the faint brush of Sean's breath on the back of his neck and the slight bumping of their bodies in that tight space were burned into his memory. Almost like a haunting sweet dream that tasted bitter at the same time.
Jonah had already slipped on the new clean boxers. The embarrassment from earlier would remain soaked into his shame for a while though. Big blue eyes looked up at Sean as he turned facing him. A smile showed a little bit over the rosie cheeked man. Their was no point acting grouchy when the world was so shitty already. The offer was nice though, sure he may feel a little childish getting tucked in but as far as he saw it.. Sick equaled a little bit of service from a pal. No not that service you naughty brained weirdo. Jonah wasn't gay or that's at least what he kept telling himself.
His head turned to look down the hall trying to get a look at the front door. (Wyatt I forgot if they were in a apartment upstairs or in a house upstairs.. I think house.. So if it's up a floor then he is looking at the steps ) He grabbed Sean's arm tight almost enough to hurt as his stomach did flips. Showing the branding marks they had both received from those fucked up slavers back in California. Pouting a little, knowing fully well Sean had to check on the seemingly desperate individual. All Jonah wanted at this point was to get the medicine offered. 'Be Careful' He mouthed to his best friend before praying for a safe interaction. Jonah couldn't lose Sean.
Aaron was laying down, his rifle in his hands. Up and around his shoulders/covering his head was a tarp that allowed the rain to sluice off his back. Under the tarp he could feel "Knuckles" breathing thruogh his nose. The large canine was staring fixedly at the woman as she moved up to a door, knocking for help. His rifle, silenced and dark, moved backward along her path toward the dead that were stumbling around the corner at her. Her spoke under his breath, knowing that Knuckles would be able to hear, the popped ears of the german shepard showing his awareness.
"So...what do you think? Leave them to die or-"
He was cut off by the low wine of the dog, proving that Aaron need not of asked.
"Yeah...yeah I know. Alright."
He fitted his eye back to the scope and, putting his finger to the trigger, would slowly let out his breath between pursed lips as he squeezed firmly but not too hard. His gun kicked very lightly, the tape and metal home-made silencer at the tip of his barrel supressing the noise of the M40 rifle as he let a bullet fly, aiming for the head of the lead Zombie. Assuming it's brains became mush, he slid the rifle a little to the side and squeezed again. And again. And again. Three more Z's with pudding for brains. Knuckles would let out the lowest of grows, casing Aaron to open his eyes and look to Ayano's other side. He pulled the trigger again. And again. Dammit. Last one clipped the back of the head. "Tch." He adjusted and squeezed again- this fuckin' rain would be the death of him. Assuming that final Z dropped, he'd pull his head up just a little from the scope, eyes narrowing just a little.
"Shit."
The Z's got the hint- someone was hitting them from the side, and despite the silencer, the flash of his muzzle wasn't dulled or hidden. Several started turning and heading in his direction. Throwing the tarp off himself and his dog, he would turn and move down the back of the building, jumping the 10 feet to the ground and turning around. Knucks jumped too, into his arms. He caught the mongrel and set him down, hoisting his pack onto his shoulder. He wore a brown jacket with blue jeans that had holes at the knees, a machete sticking up over his right shoulder as he loaded his gun onto his left.
Making sure that both arms were utilizing both straps, he's whip the machete out. The woman, if she made it into the house, would have him jogging up behind her severing the head of the Z that started for him at a jog.
Post by Sean Delfino on Apr 15, 2016 18:51:11 GMT -5
Sean got closer to Jo and grabbed the pants. Just as he was helping to put it on, he noticed Jo his boner. “Wow dude, don’t think too much about these girls in the magazine.” Sean joked. He thought it was normal guy were horny these days, the lack of sex was insane. But seeing Jo his boner, he could feel a tingle his own, which was weird. He shook it off and helped Jonah getting dressed. The pants was on, the shirts followed, until Jo was done. “I’ll get your meds now and a blanket.” He said with a smile.
But just then they heard knocking on the door, they were in the living room , which was the room the right of the door. They wouldn’t be visible since the couch was behind a wall, but the door to the living room they were in was open, so whoever would walk inside though the front door just had to take a couple more steps and would see both of them. Sean his katana was still on the table, but his gun was in the back of his pants. Before he could grab it he felt Jonah pulling his arm. “No worries, I’ll be fine.” Sean very softly whispered. He then grabbed is gun, raised it and slowly walked closer, finally reaching the front door. It was better to greet the stranger on his terms, instead of letting them get in unprepared, which they could since the front door wasn’t locked.
Unaware of the shots outside, since someone was shooting with a silencer, Sean got closer to the door, ready to talk. He had learned it was a woman with a young daughter. His heart wasn’t of stone but he had to be careful. He didn’t want either Jo or himself to be in danger again, because of him. “Yes, we can help you, I think.” He spoke calmly. “I’m armed, so no funny tricks, I’ll open the door and you give me all your weapons.” He spoke stern. “You’ll get them back, but I need to be able to trust you first.” He added. “So the plan is, I’ll open the door, you come in, and drop all your guns in front of me, alright?” he asked. His hand already grabbed the door knob, ready to open it.
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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