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This whole thing was insane. Sarah heard Thad, but she knew the farm needed men , strong fighters and she wasn't one of them. Kennedy changed the rules again. He lined up more men from those who hadn't volunteered. The whole thing sickened her. Thad stepped up and tried to stop him, but it didn't matter.
Gunshots rang out and Sarah almost went to her knees. If Thad hadn't held her, she would have. Tears ran down her cheeks, as he turned her away, trying to spare her the sight of it all. She wanted to look, had to. She had to bare witness, it was the last thing she could do. These were good men. They worked had to help with the farm and keep everyone safe and fed.
Thad had her facing him, holding her shoulders. He was giving her instructions. Sarah just stared at him. Her mind was numb , it was too much. She'd lost them, she couldn't protect them. She was in charge. This was her fault, the leaders fault. They should have made a better plan, should have thought of this sorta thing.
She nodded at Thad, then looked at Sam, Yam, and Matt, " come with me, help me, please." She glanced at Thad and headed for the house.
Post by Matthew Ackles on May 25, 2016 23:49:25 GMT -5
Matt once more heard Josie speaking up, he wished she didn’t, cause he didn’t want her to get an extra beating. But then again he could understand her, every word she said was right. As some minutes passed, while waiting, Matt heard Yameki talking. He was very emotional and Matt tried his best not to just cry with him. It was heartbreaking to see how Yameki and Sam just found each other and how it wouldn’t matter since they would all die. For some strange reason Matt wasn’t afraid of dying, it was probably because he knew other people would be saved because he gave up his life. But he also knew if he lived and all his friend died, that he wouldn’t be able to go on, so he knew that the decision he made, was the right one.
“I’m happy to have met you too, so also thanks.” Matt spoke looking at him. He knew Yameki meant it for everyone, but he wanted to make sure he expressed how thankful he was too. “All of you by the way, so again thanks.” He added.
But then the unthinkable happened, the douche bag leader started talking. After a lot of nonsense and a speech full of crap, he decided not to kill them but ten other random people. “No, you can’t.” Matt spoke up. But his voice was ignored and they started to grab people, lining them up.
Matt felt so powerless, he couldn’t do a thing. He was in shock as the first shot was fired, an innocent persons died and there was nothing they could do. Matt looked away at the second shot as some tears ran down his face. As they got to Joseph he heard Jack his voice, begging not to take him, but another shot followed. Matt hugged Jack with one arm. “We will make them pay.” He whispered in his ear as while more tears streamed down his face. He softly backed away again.
Only Garret was left, Matt didn’t hear a shot instead he heard how the leader told them to get the stuff. Matt then heard Thadd speaking up, begging the them to stop killing. Shortly after he told Sarah to take Sam, Yameki and himself and gather everything. Matt was ready to do whatever Thadd asked, while inside he prayed Garret would survive. As he slowly walked closer to Thadd, he saw how emotional Sarah was and he couldn’t blame her, they just lost nine of their people, he felt defeated and broken too. Matt looked at her as she asked them to help her. He nodded and followed her to the house. “Of course right behind you.” He spoke as he walked behind her. Right before they entered the house Matt laid a hand on her shoulder as he got closer. “We lost a lot today, but we aren’t defeated yet, we’ll make them pay.” He spoke softly, giving her back a soft rub as he walked from behind her, so he would be next to her. He then softly pulled away his arm and waited for Sam and Yameki to join them.
No one moved. Everyone just seemed to wait. There was verbal resistance and Darwin waited. He waited to see if anyone tried to make a move. With the stone in his hand, he would act as soon as someone, anyone did something. But when the first shot resounded, followed by the others, any thought of resistance seemed to fade away.
Now they were waiting on what? A last shot that hadn't come yet. Some members of the group went to go gather the supplies for this man, this piece of shit. Darwin looked to Maxine and paused. He loved her. He would do anything for her. He swore on his life he'd protect her from anything and everything. But here they were, waiting on one shot and he did nothing to stop this. He did nothing to prevent it. Thadd, Matt, Sarah and how many others were going through the same conflict he was? No doubt they wanted to strike back at them, to do anything but...
Through clenched teeth, he gripped the stone in his hand tighter. He wanted to act out so much but... he couldn't. This would get him nothing and no where and he would fail at keeping Maxine safe.
Goddammit!
He stared at Kennedy with such contempt, such overwhelming hatred, his body shook. He wanted nothing more than to take this rock and smash his face in with it but he had to pick his battle and this wasn't it. One thing though he wanted to make clear was how much he felt like this was bullshit. This Kennedy guy was going to be something they as a group were going to have to deal with and do so very soon.
Post by Yameki Nakamura on May 29, 2016 13:55:41 GMT -5
Yameki held Sam and Sarah's hands tight, his body tense and ready for the killing blows. Time seemed to slow, and as he waited to be killed, he could feel his heartbeat strong in his chest, the blood pounding in his ears. He took slow, measured breaths as he watched Kennedy, but as he spoke, the world around him seemed to stop. It would all be for naught, their stance, their decision. Yameki's heart sank into his stomach at the realization of what was happening, and as these people were rounded up like cattle, he knew that all this man would see was a point to be proven, heads to roll. But to Yameki, they were friends, people he would chat with, would eat breakfast with.
Kennedy said something to him, something about being a hero, but he wasn't paying full attention. His eyes were fixated on the men being forced on their knees, on Trey's crying face, on the panic etched across all the others. Sam said something back to Kennedy, he couldn't catch what it was, but Yameki only counted nine bodies at the front. He didn't want Sam to be punished for his defense, and he squeezed his hand out of instinct. His feet felt like lead, and as he struggled with himself to follow Kennedy's advice and join them as the last sacrifice, the man pointed his crow bar at Thadd and told him that it was his decision.
Yameki stood there, with all of his friends that he had wanted to protect, but he felt as if he was in another world. He couldn't understand any of their conversations, their words swimming through his ears like bits of sound and fury. He was disconnected, felt far away from everyone, as if he was watching himself from some other reality instead of actually living it. But Jared's brains splattered along the grass as he was the first to die, and the gunshot that resounded through the farm made him flinch, snapped him right back to where he was. Grounded, the cacophony of gunfire and panicked pleas filled his ears, and with every death, he shrunk closer to Sam out of instinct. He felt tears streaming down his cheeks as they dropped, one by one, though he couldn't remember when he had started crying again.
"Hidoi," he whispered, and that was all that he could muster. It was over, just like that, nine men sacrificed for no reason other than foolish pride. It was stupid, and it made him angry, bitter. Matt moved from behind him, following after Sarah, and it was only then that he heard his name come up in conversation. He didn't try to catch up, with their feet or their words. He only followed after Sam with them, and he was silent for the first few moments. His legs felt like gelatin, and as he moved along with Sam, tears drying against his skin, he finally muttered, "I hate him."
Here this man was was, ordering each one of their friends dead one by one. Becky watched, watched as one by one they were taken down. Each shot made her flinch, made her want to cry, freak out. She stood stiff in her spot, eyes trained on the nine men lined up. One by one, they became dead husks in the ground.
She looked away briefly, at least they were head shosts, they wouldn't turn, wouldn't come back as those things. These were her friends, bunkmates, and she had grown to know them. She watched as it came to Joseph. Him, along with Jack, and Sam were some of her best friends. They had grown together, worked hard to get what they had. But now he was dead. She watched his body fall to the ground, felt tears roll down her cheek.
Becky didn't know what was happening, what was going on. She felt herself rush forward, as Sarah lead Sam and the other two boys away. They were going to get supplies, she was having none of it. She felt Georgia reach to stop her, but Becky just shrugged her off. Soon she was standing in front of the leader, the one ordering the kills.
She brought her fist up hooking him in the jaw. He hadn't seen it coming, hadn't expected it, she went for another punch. She was supposed to die. She had volunteered. It should be her dead, not her friends. Her punch was blocked and she was pushed back. Then she heard the leader laugh, something sharp went through her chest, a large pain.
Blood filled her mouth, the irony taste overpowering anything else as she gasped for air. She fell back, her eyes hazey and going dark. Then it was dark, it was over. She didn't move, didn't breath. Laid still where she fell, blood pooling around her abdomen.
Post by Kennedy Hahfield on May 30, 2016 9:19:13 GMT -5
He watched all the faces as the ten people were killed behind him. There were tears, anger, loss, and hopes and dreams crushed. He loved it. This was his favourite part. To see they had no option left. They submit, or they have this fate. The one, second last one, he seemed to hit home the hardest. Young man, same age as many of the others. Probably was a fighter. If only he had volunteered.
Kennedy watched the next guy get dragged up, military. He was young, but older than the one who died last. As he was forced on his knees Kennedy watched. Last one was always the worded. Had to live with it. He grinned. The mouthy bitch went off. "You're right, I'm the fucking king. And boy do I look good in a crown. I'm out for survival bitch, plain and fucking simple, survival."
As the gun was pointed to Garret's head she went off, got louder. He laughed once again. So pathetic, so weak. "Not him? Why not him, gonna miss his dick when he's gone. A fucking shame. Can't go back on it now. Maybe you'll kill yourslef after we leave, go join him in hell."
The one Asian man spoke. He said they had own, that made Kennedy smile. "You're right, we won, but I don't want to come off soft now. Go back on my fucking word. I said ten, so ten it will be. Not one more, not one less. Just have to show you we mean business. Won't take kindly to you fucking up. Just be glad it ain't you or your fucking boyfriend."
Then the little girl spoke, standing up. He had to admit, she had balls to stand up at her age and size. "Yeah, I'm a fucking monster. I'm not gonna lie. It may be cowardly, but I bet you won't think about shooting any of us now that we killed your people. You won't fight back, won't even swear at us. Why because if you do, you know you'll end up like the others. Desd as a doornail. There is no one my size, no one able to match me. You lost, I won. I'm taking what ever I fucking want."
He turned to watch the final kill, swinging the crowbar. The big man spoke and he listened. "Make sure it's half too. Don't skim on the first load. Consider this the start of a wonderful fucking friendship. You supply us. We'll keep you safe. No other raiders, like us, will ever be a problem. It has its perks, not all fucking death and destruction. We don't want you dead, just you fucking supplies."
Finally the one who said she was the leader spoke. Kennedy was all ear, ready to listen. When she finished he just laughed. "Go off, get the supplies. Good dog." Those she called for went off, following her blindly. Kennedy turned to face the rest. "Let's get this over with, speed up the last kill. We don't got all day."
Just then he felt a crack to his cheek. The blonde who came forward stepped up. She was pretty, maybe not as much as Roxie but she was pretty. He felt the crack to his jaw, a solid punch. It had blindsided, him, he didn't see it coming. He knew his men didn't dare react, not yet. If her ordered to have her gunned down or best on, they would.
Instead he just twirled his crowbar one last time and with one big push, pushed it through her chest. He hesrd her gasp for air as he rammed it through, taking her down. It came with a crunch, and blood leaking,out over his chest and arms. Once it broke through the other side he turned it, giving it a snap. She fell desd on the end, and he slowly pushed her off.
She fell dead to the ground. He didn't like to hurt women, but if it had to be done, it had to be done. Kennedy grinned. "There goes number ten. Now load the fucking trucks." He whiped his crowbar on the sleeve of his jacket, watching it drip blood and fall to the ground. He smirked, and watched he big man fall down beside the blond.
"Load the fucking trucks, or this is the fate of everyone." He made his way back to his lead car. Shouldn't take long, they tended to hurry after this point. "Anyone fights back from here on out, just gun them the fuck down."
Post by Thaddeus Walker on May 30, 2016 11:01:43 GMT -5
Sarah went off with Yameki, Matt, and Sam. Thadd watched them leave. Watched them to go get supplies. He wanted to make sure this Kennedy didn't hurt anyone else after the tenth person. Plus Thadd wanted to keep an eye on him, he didn't trust the man to keep his word. But they couldn't do anything else, not now. Just had to take it.
As he stood his ground, arms crossed he listened to what he said. This Kennedy he was talkative, had a way with words. He swore a lot and didn't really give a shit. He just wanted their supplies, and to prove a point. And prove a point he did. Thadd looked away and felt someone brush past him. He had watched Sarah go into the house. Not paying attention to who it was.
Hesring a gasping cry he turned. Becky was impaled on the crowbar, blood dripping down as she collapsed. Thadd stared in shock, it wast real. It couldn't be. She couldn't be dead, not now, not yet. Here she was, dead right before. Thadd was mixed emotions, he wanted to cry, he wanted to smash this guy's face in to a pulp.
He had loved Becky, despite what she had had done to him. He was close to her, told her things he told no one else. But here she was, desd, gone. He felt his knees give out and collapsed to the ground. His hands were clenched. He immediately held Becky in his arms, cradling her. Blood started to soak through his own clothes, but he didn't care.
He looked at her lifeless eyes, closed them. "Becky, no, you can't , you can't be dead," he cried. Tears fell down his face. His was shaking, face red, her body still in his eyes. He reached for his knife, brought it behind her ear. He couldn't let her turn, not now. With a quick jab he looked away, tears still falling. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say, how to act. He just wanted her back alive,
"You can't be dead, you can't be dead. Becky no. No."
Post by Sam Youlley on May 31, 2016 8:33:44 GMT -5
Sam felt Yameki shrink towards him. He put an arm around him out of instinct, rubbing his arm. It would be over soon. It would be over soon. He had to keep telling himself that. These men would leave, and it would go back to normal, back to the way things were. Or as close as they could with giving half of everything to those men. They would just have to ration more, find and scavenge as much as they could. At least they only wanted food, water, consumables.
Sarah said to follow. And he did, his hand still holding Yameki's. It was a romantic gesture, but one of protectiveness, to tell him it was okay. As they came up on the house he looked at the ground. "They killed them, they actually killed them. Joseph, Paul, Trey. They're dead. All of them. " he closed his eyes, felt the tears in his cheeks.
Behind him he heard a cry, one of pain. It was female, the tenth person had died. Sam moved to the window, tried to see who it was. But all he saw was the crowd. But at least the killing was over. The man who was talki had moved away, back towards the trucks. They had their rear ends open, waiting for the supplies to be loaded.
"I hate him too," Sam said, hands clenched. He looked at Matt. Sam was defeated, hope drained from his face. He listened to what he said. "How can we make them pay? If we can't even stand agaisnt them now, how can we later. We're done, it's over." Sam leaned agaisnt the wall. "Sarah, how to we divide everything up? How do we sort it? Half of everything, that's what they wanted."
He moved off the wall. "How will we tell Max, tell Abby?"
(Okay I'm going to allow one more post from everyone, then we are closi the thread and doing a time skip to a further time )
Post by Matthew Ackles on Jun 2, 2016 0:35:47 GMT -5
Once inside, the last scream was heard. No one knew who it was, they couldn’t see it from the inside. Matt looked at Sam as he spoke and heard in voice how broken he was. He said there was no way to make them pay, that they were done, defeated. Matt made his way over and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I know good people died and for the moment, we are defeated yes.” Matt spoke. “But we can’t give up, don’t let them take your hope away, there will be a way.” Matt added before giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze and softly removing his hand.
Matt heard how Sam asked Sarah how they had to divide the stuff. “As horrible as it is, i think it's quite simple, half of everything, I’ll start taking half of the canned food.” He spoke calmly.
Matt was placing supplies outside, going back and forth between the porch and the kitchen. But just then as he was placing a box with canned food outside, he saw something horrible. Thad was on his knees holding Becky, while crying. He had never seen Thad cry, it broke his heart, Thad was a close friend. It wasn’t until he took a closer look, that he saw the reason behind him crying. He saw the blood and figured something was wrong with Becky. “No!” he yelled as he started to run towards Thad, tears streaming down his face.
As he reached him, he heard him saying she couldn’t be dead and he knew what that meant. Becky was so sweet, over the past months she had really became a great friend for him. Matt lowered himself kneeling next to Thad. “No, no, no, please no!” Matt yelled as tears kept running down his face. He placed his hand on Thad his back, while trying to keep himself from totally losing it. “Why.” He sobbed.
(Hope it’s ok I let Matt start with moving stuff, I felt like he needed to be there for Thad ;-))
Sarah didn't have any answers, she was being quiet. Thinking. She stood in the hallway, looking into the kitchen. She heard what they were saying, and the questions.
Matt pushed passed her to get started taking cans from the cupboard. They wanted half. Half of everything. Did they even know what that was? Had they any real idea how much they had? She glanced back at the front door as Matt came back with a box. He was almost at their door whe. He dropped it and took off. He'd seen something! Sarah tried to grab him, to stop him, but wasn't fast enough. She saw him hit the dirt next to Thaf who was cradling a body in his arm. Blonde hair. Becky.
Sarah froze, and then looked at Sam and Yami." Don't you do that. Don't you dare give up! You hear me?" Her hands balled into fists," this isn't over, I swear that to you, as long as their is breath in my body there will be a reckoning, so help me god, he will pay." She looked at them both," we give them half, we finish with the canned goods, and we give them a few bag fills of what grain we have left. Other than that, there isn't much else." She moved to the kitchen and didn't go near the cellar. The stuff down there was staying, she wouldn't give them that, it was their half. Sarah started throwing cans into empty boxes. She had Yami and Sam carry them out. She did t know about the weapons. Amber and Max and Thad handled all that. There were some jugs of water, she brought them out to the porch.
If his men weren't going to search and see exactly what they had to give, she was t gonna volunteer it. All his men were out in the front yard, she stood there on the porch, glaring at them. God help her, she wished , prayed them all horrible deaths. She'd even thought about poisoning the food they gave, but it would be too easy to realize she had done it and come back to kill them all.
Post by Kennedy Hahfield on Jun 3, 2016 20:19:04 GMT -5
The supplies was loaded. Those in the cellar, loaded he grains, the canned goods, some of the vegetables in the little glass jars. Any meat they had inthe kitchen, sorted, and half gone. He wasn't looking for exactly half of everything. But say they had two potatoes, he'd take one. They had one jar of pickles and one jar of carrots, he'd take one or the other.
It was enough for him, enough for them. Ten less mouths to feed, they should be happy. As they loaded the supplies, he had a few men go into thhe house to make sure they weren't being ripped of. Wouldn't matter if they did anyway. This was the initial meeting, to prove a point. The supplies they took here were just a warm up. Next time they came, he'd judge what they had to offer. Feel it, weigh it, and they'd expect to deliver that much for the rest of their days.
He saw to it all the supplies were loaded, piece by piece. He wouldn't take the baby formula. The slight chance they had babies, he would leave it for them. He wasn't a monster, not in that sense. Children, babies. He wouldn't lay a finger on them. Couldn't lower to that level. But everyone else, they were fair game. Sure he was lenient on women, but he could kill them if he had to, Becky case and point.
As the trucks were loaded a few began to pull out. Kennedy came forward to Sarah. "Pleasure doing business with you," he said with a grin, "we'll be fucking back. What you have next time, depends on how much you'll have for the rest of your days." He then loaded himself up in vehicles, left her with her desd, her farm, and broken ass hope.
One by one the trucks left, heading down the road, taking different turn offs so they couldn't all be followed. They made their way back home.
Post by Thaddeus Walker on Jun 3, 2016 21:18:27 GMT -5
Thadd held her, body lifeless, fsce devoid of emotion. His hand copper her cold clammy face. She was gone. The sound of her bresthing done, blood still soaking through him, soaking though his clothes. He looked to the body of Paul, of Jospeh. They were the same. Lifeless bodies in a pile of their own blood.
His hands clenched. He knew he couldn't fight, couldn't defend them. Couldn't do anything. Those who were did were best down, like Matt, Josie, And Sam. But he could glare, and glare he did. That man had took everything from them. He took their supplies, their friends, their life. He would pay, Thadd would make sure of that.
Matt kneeled beside him as the trucks were loaded. Thadd didn't move, didn't say anything, just stared at the lifeless body in his arms. He had loved her once, part of him still did. Now she was gone. Amber had promised her father to keep her alive, to keep all the civilians alive. That was so long ago. Now, now that promise was broken.
Thadd felt a tear fall from his face to hers, rolling down her cheeks. He looked up to see the men leaving, getting in cars. And they were left, left with nothing but silence. Silence of the dead.
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