Post by Remy LaCroix on May 7, 2016 19:54:34 GMT -5
Remy looked at Charles as he set off to go on foot to try and find his sister. She didn't like that one bit, but he already yelled at Owen once, she didn't want to be the next target that he saw as trying to hold him back.
"Try to make it back, okay? You get into trouble, you get back here. This place was safe enough, outside the Quarter. Just..." She paused as she looked at Charles, furrowing her brow. Was she starting to care about him? She shook her head as that damned feeling came over her. She didn't want to lose anyone else and she couldn't imagine having to come back to camp to explain losing someone else. "Just be careful, okay? It's dangerous."
She knew what they left behind. Scattered remnants of two places that were supposed to be secured. One a mansion, the other a hotel. Trapped between two groups that hated each other and two people that wanted to claw each other apart when the chance came. And that chance came. She lost everyone...again. The loss at the hotel was heavy on her heart. The one person she thought she would walk out the rest of this life with was gone. When he walked off, she turned back to Owen and sighed, wiping at her brow as she opened the gate.
"There weren't many down here when I got here the first time. I had a bigger group." Owen already knew the end to that story and she didn't want to relive it anyways. He knew it was just her and Arden that came back to the farmhouse and the two that tagged along were dead anyways. Coming up the steps, she found some debris and a few items that had been left behind. But the one thing that caught her eye was a picture. She blinked as she leaned down to pick it up, looking at the image that was taken the day they arrived back. Her jaw clenched and she became visibly tense as she saw the image of her, the walker with the beads that was now a pile of bones on the sidewalk...and Luca on the other side. More bad memories. She waivered between keeping the picture and throwing it out, instead, just choosing to drop it back down as she gently and slowly opened that front door.
The furniture they used to barricade it up at night had been moved and the wooden floors beneath her feet squeaked from the weight of her body atop. She held the bat tightly, ready for anyone to jump out and attack, but so far, the bottom floor was clear. No walkers were inside as the doors to the front and back remained closed and she looked up the stairs.
"Top floor. My place is the first door on the right." There were six units total in this building with apartments on either side of the stairs. It was modern yet had a very old feeling to it. It was a place she could happily afford. "I'll go up first. Just..watch my back."
She didn't even have to tell him as she took the first step, climbing up slowly, reaching the second floor and giving a few taps to the stairwell to see if anything would come out.
Nothing.
She reached the third floor, doing the same thing and when she came to her door, she hesitated. Just like she did when they first got here. She knew there was nothing behind that door, but what if there was? What if there was someone from the old group in her apartment and worse yet, what if they were dead. She closed her eyes and breathed quietly, finally turning the nob and opening her door to an apartment devoid of life...and death. Her furniture, rich in tans and browns with soft pillows still stayed in the same place. Blankets and empty wine bottles were crumpled on the floor. When she looked to her left, there she saw the prize.
The medical supplies. A wide smile came to her lips as she looked back at Owen. "Jackpot."
"Try to make it back, okay? You get into trouble, you get back here. This place was safe enough, outside the Quarter. Just..." She paused as she looked at Charles, furrowing her brow. Was she starting to care about him? She shook her head as that damned feeling came over her. She didn't want to lose anyone else and she couldn't imagine having to come back to camp to explain losing someone else. "Just be careful, okay? It's dangerous."
She knew what they left behind. Scattered remnants of two places that were supposed to be secured. One a mansion, the other a hotel. Trapped between two groups that hated each other and two people that wanted to claw each other apart when the chance came. And that chance came. She lost everyone...again. The loss at the hotel was heavy on her heart. The one person she thought she would walk out the rest of this life with was gone. When he walked off, she turned back to Owen and sighed, wiping at her brow as she opened the gate.
"There weren't many down here when I got here the first time. I had a bigger group." Owen already knew the end to that story and she didn't want to relive it anyways. He knew it was just her and Arden that came back to the farmhouse and the two that tagged along were dead anyways. Coming up the steps, she found some debris and a few items that had been left behind. But the one thing that caught her eye was a picture. She blinked as she leaned down to pick it up, looking at the image that was taken the day they arrived back. Her jaw clenched and she became visibly tense as she saw the image of her, the walker with the beads that was now a pile of bones on the sidewalk...and Luca on the other side. More bad memories. She waivered between keeping the picture and throwing it out, instead, just choosing to drop it back down as she gently and slowly opened that front door.
The furniture they used to barricade it up at night had been moved and the wooden floors beneath her feet squeaked from the weight of her body atop. She held the bat tightly, ready for anyone to jump out and attack, but so far, the bottom floor was clear. No walkers were inside as the doors to the front and back remained closed and she looked up the stairs.
"Top floor. My place is the first door on the right." There were six units total in this building with apartments on either side of the stairs. It was modern yet had a very old feeling to it. It was a place she could happily afford. "I'll go up first. Just..watch my back."
She didn't even have to tell him as she took the first step, climbing up slowly, reaching the second floor and giving a few taps to the stairwell to see if anything would come out.
Nothing.
She reached the third floor, doing the same thing and when she came to her door, she hesitated. Just like she did when they first got here. She knew there was nothing behind that door, but what if there was? What if there was someone from the old group in her apartment and worse yet, what if they were dead. She closed her eyes and breathed quietly, finally turning the nob and opening her door to an apartment devoid of life...and death. Her furniture, rich in tans and browns with soft pillows still stayed in the same place. Blankets and empty wine bottles were crumpled on the floor. When she looked to her left, there she saw the prize.
The medical supplies. A wide smile came to her lips as she looked back at Owen. "Jackpot."