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Sean walked around the mouth of the bridge. Riker Island, formerly prison now in the wake of hell on Earth one of the very few safe zones in the world. "Out of all the places on this damn rock a prison in one of the most populous cities in the world managed to survive and thrive."
He drew his sidearm still in uniform he moved up the bridge slowly looking for both walkers and traps. He crouched down in the event of snipers. Then as he moved behind a car he slid of a patch of sand. Shocked he immediatly looked behind him to check for walkers. Then infront of him. He was slightly embarressed as in all his years he'd never slipped on sand. He looked back behind, a lone walker. If he was lucky he wouldn't have to put it down. That is if the stories were true. The salty smell from the water filled his nose, it had been awhile since he toured this place as a rookie but hell, some things never change like it still looking like a massive fortress.
As he inched closer he seen movement, not the kind of shambling walkers but of living human beings. He approached the gate and whispered to himself almost, "So there is life in even the deadest of places on Earth." He grinned.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Mar 11, 2016 7:53:49 GMT -5
Such a busy bee Francesca was all day spent mostly on the radios and or the radio room. Taking a relaxing stroll around the island that allowed the worry or others and questions from others bothering her all day. For right now she was simply another resident who had no join assignments that was enjoying the weather for now. Hopefully it would stay bearable for the winter but one could only hope or endure.
Watching some commotion at the gate to Riker's bridge made the redhead curios. Rubbing finger tips over her temples as a few guards explain that their was a man with a gun on the other side. "Got a shot on him?" Franny asked one of them. Smiling at the reply which was a reassuring yes. Walking toward a nearby tent to take the mic from the desk sitting in their. Tapping it once to make sure it was working and still connected to the speaker near by. Finally her voice rang out on the speakers near the gate for the gentleman on the other side to hear. "Sir I am Overseer of Communications: Francesca Bodkin. Who are you and what do you want?
Sean heard the speaker crackle to life. The voice had asked him why he was here, he holstered his weapon raised his badge and hands into the air to show he was not hostile. "I've traveled a long way from D.C. to get here, I'm not a threat I wish to help in anyway possible." His vest should stop most rounds if the have a weapon on him. He continued forward the ruins on the bridge fading away as he stepped closer.
"I know you are only protecting your home but I am here to help." He responded. Sweat trickled down his forhead and sweat beaded on his top lip. His left hand began to tremble a bit from the lack of hydration and food in his system, the stress of not onowing if he was going to be killed also helped reinforce the tremble.
His black uniform made him distinct but the badge glimmering in the sun as he was shaking would obviosly show he was some kind of law enforcement.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Mar 15, 2016 17:29:33 GMT -5
The redhead heard the man on the other ends worlds. Well that wasn't the most prized answer nor the best in anyway. Feeling the eyes of a nearby guard looking at her had the pale women looking right back as if to ask what the he'll you looking at? But it was in the middle day so she wouldn't be as cranky as she had been this morning. Listening to to the guard as he informed her that the man was armed and had a badge.
Roughly ten minutes passed before another voice on the speaker asked him to lower the gun and get on his knees. A tone that wasn't demanding, mostly asking it in a kinder tone then the overseers. A pale hand snatched the microphone from the nearby women. "If you want food then you must play by are laws?" Asking the gentlemen almost.
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.
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