Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2016 1:01:50 GMT -5
2 Days Earlier
Katrina knew the supplies were running low. Ammo was running low. Food was running low. Water, and Sam's asthma medication was becoming more and more sparse. The longest Katrina had left Sam alone in their home was 2 days. At least the former homicide detective kept a map and circled all the areas she scrounged for supplies. Before the outbreak, there were always at least 3 pharmacies at every corner within a ten mile radius. Now, they became more and more sparse. Maybe north would provide more places. Maybe the outbreak wasn't all over the world as the first news casts had suggested. The media always took stories and made them exaggerated than the truth. While circling the final place she found barely any supplies, the cop within kicked in.
About 6 months before the outbreak, Kat was investigating one of the most dangerous cases she had ever been assigned to. A serial killer was taking teen age girls to different locations, raping them, and then cutting their throats for fun. The girls were not just cut in the throat. There were several cuts made over the course of an hour or so of masturbating, intercourse, then the final slit. Her good friend Lanie hated doing the autopsies on them. Each one carried the same marks, the same bruises, and the same last slit of the throat. These girls suffered immensely. Each parent had to be told the truth. Katrina was the one who told them. As the head homicide detective in the case, she sat each one of them down. She had to stare in the parents' hollow eyes and tell them what had happened to their baby girl. She promised each one that justice would prevail. Inside, Kat knew that this case was more important and more powerful than trying to find the murderer of her husband's mother. But that was another story.
Katrina sat there at their kitchen table; the map opened up and held in place with lit candles. It was becoming night time and on cue, Sam was in charge to make sure the doors and windows were locked. For a 12 years old girl, she knew how to load and unload her hunting rifle, a Christmas present from Santa when she was nine. Mom's civil war sword was in the sheath and revolver in its holster. Katrina still contemplated traveling alone, or make the sacrifice of packing up things and grabbing the survival bags leaving the house where both children were born, and that was built thirteen years ago. A tear emerged slowly before trickling down a reddened cheek. It was quickly removed by rough fingers before her baby girl could see.
Come on Kat, we need to focus here. Remember?
Her mind went back to that case. If anything was rough and dangerous, it was finding this serial killer before he struck again. In this case, there was also a map next to the display board. Usually detectives are researching multiple cases at once with no display board used. This case was different. Katrina was placed on this case with two other detectives to do some runs for clues. Esposito and Ryan were experts and usually ran cases with Kat. Esposito was even engaged to the medical examiner Lanie. Lanie and Kat had been really close in real life. She was looking forward to walking down the aisle as the Maid of Honor. When the outbreak happened, Lanie called Kat and gave her a heads up of what she was experiencing 50 miles away in nearest hospital. Kat had no idea if any of her friends and fellow cops were even alive, let alone safe.
But back the serial killer and the case. Kat was searching a warehouse where it was possible the perp was planning his next victim's demise. If she had shown up 10 minutes later, she would have missed her chance. With the regulated police vest and with her co-cops, they began to slowly make their way through the dark hallways and cubby holes. Each officer had a flashlight over their weapon looking around trying to remain silent. The closer they had gotten, the more ticking they heard. Something was tapping on something else. It was loud enough to be heard down a long dark walkway. Then the voice was heard. The perp was swearing at himself, something about not having his fix. He needed his fix. He couldn't go on without another fix. At first, Katrina thought it was a drug dealer. Her heart sank believing it was yet another dead end in the case. That was until she turned the corner and saw light beaming up and over on a wall. Kat's heart sank with a long swallow. As she focused on the wall, she saw horror, she saw everything. Pictures, hair fragments, material, maps, driver licenses; all pinned to a large board like some form of sadistic art. That sorrowful feeling soon turned to being more than pissed. It was a sense of judgment for this perp to go behind bars for a very long time. With two steps forward and one turn, she knew he was trapped. "Turn around slowly and place your hands above your head", she demanded. There was no reply. "I said to turn around putting your hands above your head!" He quickly turned with something in his hand. Two shots were fired as Kat fell clutching her chest. Before closing her eyes tight in pain, the vic dropped, forehead hitting head first to the concrete floor. Kat’s shot between the eyes was dead on. With all energy she had left, Katrina pulled off her vest feeling fast around for wet stains, for blood. "I thought women were tougher than that" came from a voice kneeling next to her thigh. "Ha ha, very funny. I'll never hear the end of it won't I?" she finished grabbing the arm out to pull to a stand. "Now you know we can't just let this slide" came from her other homicide detective with a snarky grin.
Katrina folded the map back up and placed it in her back pocket. She knew this time was the last time she'd ever see of her home, her safety net, Sam's safety net. Thoughts flourished and scared the cop more than she would ever be in her life. Could she survive? Sam may become a burden slowing them down. Katrina would never let anything happen to her, but could she truly protect her out there with those things? How long would they truly last together? Those thoughts needed to be placed somewhere they never came back out of. Kat had to put this hidden fear far far in the back of her mind.
"Please keep her safe. If anything happens, please let her be safe", she softly said while turning to look at her baby finally asleep on the couch.
Current Day
Katrina marked a line from the start point, up to the point they were at now. Her head looked from the steering wheel. The gas station looked abandoned like the many they saw from the start. Kat decided that south was the best path to take. Her in-laws owned a small condo in Orange Beach, Alabama on the Gulf Shores. She and her husband drove there almost every year around Easter. Richard's parents traveled there for the winter. The salty air somehow relieved his mother of the searing rheumatoid arthritis she had suffered in her shoulders, back, hands, and feet. Kat loved bringing Sam for the Easter egg hunts on the beach. It was Sam's favorite time of year and it meant having good memories of her grandparents like Kat had when she was a little girl. The last time the Hathaways traveled there was when Jared was three months old.
Katrina was impressed. Atlanta was their halfway point. The highways were covered like bees in a hive, only the bees were dead. One of the things the homicide detective noticed were vehicles everywhere, abandoned or the dead walkers were unable to find a door handle. Jonesboro is what the sign said. Back roads were working like a charm. This was the current stop. "Sam, get out and stretch your legs while mommy gets us more gas." Sam was tired, but managed to stumble out of the Bronco and began walking toward the stations small store. "Do you want me to look for supplies this time?" Looking back, Kat replied, "You know the routine Sam. I come in with you. You never go alone. Just walk around here and let me know if anything comes our way, ok?" Sam was stubborn like herself, sometimes too stubborn. She watched mommy kill dead walkers. She watched as her mom practiced hours outside with the civil war sword. It was heavy and the blade was much different than a samurai sword. It was difficult to practice with no trainer. However, Katrina just used different techniques she had learned through police academy with long sticks against dummies.
Sam stayed by her mom. She watched as the gas was sucked and drained from car to car. This one had four cars by the fill-up stations which meant a longer ride to the next destination.
A noise came from a distance somewhere inside the small store. It was loud enough for the homicide detective to hear and enough for Sam to slowly walk towards it. Unfortunately, Kat didn't notice her daughter had gone towards the sound. Frantically, Kat looked around whispering her name. No answer.
The cop stopped draining the gas immediately and went slowly towards the store, civil war sword ready.
This is an open RP if anyone wants to join in. There are in Jonesboro which is near Atlanta at a gas station/store.
Katrina knew the supplies were running low. Ammo was running low. Food was running low. Water, and Sam's asthma medication was becoming more and more sparse. The longest Katrina had left Sam alone in their home was 2 days. At least the former homicide detective kept a map and circled all the areas she scrounged for supplies. Before the outbreak, there were always at least 3 pharmacies at every corner within a ten mile radius. Now, they became more and more sparse. Maybe north would provide more places. Maybe the outbreak wasn't all over the world as the first news casts had suggested. The media always took stories and made them exaggerated than the truth. While circling the final place she found barely any supplies, the cop within kicked in.
About 6 months before the outbreak, Kat was investigating one of the most dangerous cases she had ever been assigned to. A serial killer was taking teen age girls to different locations, raping them, and then cutting their throats for fun. The girls were not just cut in the throat. There were several cuts made over the course of an hour or so of masturbating, intercourse, then the final slit. Her good friend Lanie hated doing the autopsies on them. Each one carried the same marks, the same bruises, and the same last slit of the throat. These girls suffered immensely. Each parent had to be told the truth. Katrina was the one who told them. As the head homicide detective in the case, she sat each one of them down. She had to stare in the parents' hollow eyes and tell them what had happened to their baby girl. She promised each one that justice would prevail. Inside, Kat knew that this case was more important and more powerful than trying to find the murderer of her husband's mother. But that was another story.
Katrina sat there at their kitchen table; the map opened up and held in place with lit candles. It was becoming night time and on cue, Sam was in charge to make sure the doors and windows were locked. For a 12 years old girl, she knew how to load and unload her hunting rifle, a Christmas present from Santa when she was nine. Mom's civil war sword was in the sheath and revolver in its holster. Katrina still contemplated traveling alone, or make the sacrifice of packing up things and grabbing the survival bags leaving the house where both children were born, and that was built thirteen years ago. A tear emerged slowly before trickling down a reddened cheek. It was quickly removed by rough fingers before her baby girl could see.
Come on Kat, we need to focus here. Remember?
Her mind went back to that case. If anything was rough and dangerous, it was finding this serial killer before he struck again. In this case, there was also a map next to the display board. Usually detectives are researching multiple cases at once with no display board used. This case was different. Katrina was placed on this case with two other detectives to do some runs for clues. Esposito and Ryan were experts and usually ran cases with Kat. Esposito was even engaged to the medical examiner Lanie. Lanie and Kat had been really close in real life. She was looking forward to walking down the aisle as the Maid of Honor. When the outbreak happened, Lanie called Kat and gave her a heads up of what she was experiencing 50 miles away in nearest hospital. Kat had no idea if any of her friends and fellow cops were even alive, let alone safe.
But back the serial killer and the case. Kat was searching a warehouse where it was possible the perp was planning his next victim's demise. If she had shown up 10 minutes later, she would have missed her chance. With the regulated police vest and with her co-cops, they began to slowly make their way through the dark hallways and cubby holes. Each officer had a flashlight over their weapon looking around trying to remain silent. The closer they had gotten, the more ticking they heard. Something was tapping on something else. It was loud enough to be heard down a long dark walkway. Then the voice was heard. The perp was swearing at himself, something about not having his fix. He needed his fix. He couldn't go on without another fix. At first, Katrina thought it was a drug dealer. Her heart sank believing it was yet another dead end in the case. That was until she turned the corner and saw light beaming up and over on a wall. Kat's heart sank with a long swallow. As she focused on the wall, she saw horror, she saw everything. Pictures, hair fragments, material, maps, driver licenses; all pinned to a large board like some form of sadistic art. That sorrowful feeling soon turned to being more than pissed. It was a sense of judgment for this perp to go behind bars for a very long time. With two steps forward and one turn, she knew he was trapped. "Turn around slowly and place your hands above your head", she demanded. There was no reply. "I said to turn around putting your hands above your head!" He quickly turned with something in his hand. Two shots were fired as Kat fell clutching her chest. Before closing her eyes tight in pain, the vic dropped, forehead hitting head first to the concrete floor. Kat’s shot between the eyes was dead on. With all energy she had left, Katrina pulled off her vest feeling fast around for wet stains, for blood. "I thought women were tougher than that" came from a voice kneeling next to her thigh. "Ha ha, very funny. I'll never hear the end of it won't I?" she finished grabbing the arm out to pull to a stand. "Now you know we can't just let this slide" came from her other homicide detective with a snarky grin.
Katrina folded the map back up and placed it in her back pocket. She knew this time was the last time she'd ever see of her home, her safety net, Sam's safety net. Thoughts flourished and scared the cop more than she would ever be in her life. Could she survive? Sam may become a burden slowing them down. Katrina would never let anything happen to her, but could she truly protect her out there with those things? How long would they truly last together? Those thoughts needed to be placed somewhere they never came back out of. Kat had to put this hidden fear far far in the back of her mind.
"Please keep her safe. If anything happens, please let her be safe", she softly said while turning to look at her baby finally asleep on the couch.
Current Day
Katrina marked a line from the start point, up to the point they were at now. Her head looked from the steering wheel. The gas station looked abandoned like the many they saw from the start. Kat decided that south was the best path to take. Her in-laws owned a small condo in Orange Beach, Alabama on the Gulf Shores. She and her husband drove there almost every year around Easter. Richard's parents traveled there for the winter. The salty air somehow relieved his mother of the searing rheumatoid arthritis she had suffered in her shoulders, back, hands, and feet. Kat loved bringing Sam for the Easter egg hunts on the beach. It was Sam's favorite time of year and it meant having good memories of her grandparents like Kat had when she was a little girl. The last time the Hathaways traveled there was when Jared was three months old.
Katrina was impressed. Atlanta was their halfway point. The highways were covered like bees in a hive, only the bees were dead. One of the things the homicide detective noticed were vehicles everywhere, abandoned or the dead walkers were unable to find a door handle. Jonesboro is what the sign said. Back roads were working like a charm. This was the current stop. "Sam, get out and stretch your legs while mommy gets us more gas." Sam was tired, but managed to stumble out of the Bronco and began walking toward the stations small store. "Do you want me to look for supplies this time?" Looking back, Kat replied, "You know the routine Sam. I come in with you. You never go alone. Just walk around here and let me know if anything comes our way, ok?" Sam was stubborn like herself, sometimes too stubborn. She watched mommy kill dead walkers. She watched as her mom practiced hours outside with the civil war sword. It was heavy and the blade was much different than a samurai sword. It was difficult to practice with no trainer. However, Katrina just used different techniques she had learned through police academy with long sticks against dummies.
Sam stayed by her mom. She watched as the gas was sucked and drained from car to car. This one had four cars by the fill-up stations which meant a longer ride to the next destination.
A noise came from a distance somewhere inside the small store. It was loud enough for the homicide detective to hear and enough for Sam to slowly walk towards it. Unfortunately, Kat didn't notice her daughter had gone towards the sound. Frantically, Kat looked around whispering her name. No answer.
The cop stopped draining the gas immediately and went slowly towards the store, civil war sword ready.
This is an open RP if anyone wants to join in. There are in Jonesboro which is near Atlanta at a gas station/store.