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Holly remained stationary in her spot with a raised eyebrow at the series of events, Marcella had been shaken with Franklin and with her past Holly couldn't of been more happy. Turning to Marcella, she gave her a wink at been proud of her and standing her position. But when the fists start flying Holly stood back, at this point the trade was a bust and not worth the trouble.
" OK Raylen,"she kept her eyes on Franklin and Grady," Were done, Franklin listens or we shoot him, now grab a handgun off Marcella's waist."
Grabbing her knife off her hips, Holly moved around were the fight was happening and waited for her moment. As fists kept flying she forced her boot on to Franklin's necks, Standing over him she dangled the knife over his head, ready to drop.
" Were done," in her own view Grady was of no threat so she blanked him as she gave Franklin two options," You take your ass and whatever is your half of your supplies away from here and never come back," In Holly's only way that was an offer for Grady to stay.
Grady got to his feet in a huff, cursing and fuming.
"I... I told you!" Grady growled at Franklin as he caught his breath. "I told you I ain't stealin and killin no more. Enough is a goddamn nuff. You were gonna attack a little girl? What the hell is the matter with you? You ain't draggin' me into no more bullshit! Understand?"
At that, Grady drew back a steel-toed work boot and soccer kicked Franklin in the head above his right ear, knocking him out.
Tears welled up in Grady's eyes. In the last three weeks, Grady had seen Franklin kill five people without provocation. Grady was ashamed of himself for sticking with Franklin all this long, but he didn't want to kill him after all the good times they had shared. And Grady had no friends in this world now, living as a hermit for the past two years.
"I'm sorry about this jackass, ma'am," Grady sobbed to the British woman. "You got every right to kill him, kill both of us. I knew what he was gonna do, know what he's capable of doin'. I'm tired of him gettin' blood on my hands. I had to stop him." Grady removed the 18" machete and sheath from Franklin's belt, and snapped it onto his own belt.
"I'm beggin' you not to kill him. Let me dump him off somewhere down the road away from here. We'll take his guns and ammo and truck and just leave him out there with the goonies. You'll like his truck. Just needs a water pump but the heaters and AC work. Power windows, leather seats, back-up camera... it's pretty swank for an SUV."
Grady put a hand to the bridge of his nose and wiped away a trickle of blood. "Owwwww." Grady winced as he felt his bruised and swelling face.
"He's got campin' supplies in his truck. Black powder and shot and a shotgun shell reloader with a box of primers. He was stockpilin' nail polish remover, hydrogen peroxide and baking soda, talking about making bombs if we ever got snow or a way to make dry ice. Motherfucker's crazy. I love him like a brother but he's fuckin' crazy. Genius crazy. Stick him somewhere away from here. He'll make it but I doubt he'll be back."
Last Edit: Nov 13, 2016 16:57:40 GMT -5 by Deleted
Holly released her foot, she spoke to Raylen, Marcella and the guard in the tower as she pointed to Franklin.
" He moves, kill him," her eyes leered down at him, almost feeling sorry for him," Keep out of reach Raylen."
At a slow pace she moved up behind Amos, placing her hand upon his shoulder she gave it a second and than spoke softly as her accent would allow.
"It's OK,"she uttered," I'v got your back, you can stay. As for him, do as you most, as your not alone."
She couldn't help but identify with Amos. When back on the Falkey Islands, she had committed many actions which still haunted her to this day and all do to following orders. Woman and children blasted out of the water just to prevent any strain on there food supplies. Even as far back to when she was carrying out evacuations of British personal from Europe, she had committed horrors just because of a list and also because some people were seen as of no importance in her former captains eyes.
Berlin to Rome had been the worst when she was still flying her Hercules. When a squad failed to show, they offered safety to some locals and took them with them when they took off. Holly had personal given them that false hope. But when new orders came in for an emergency evacuation of high ranking personal in Rome, orders were given to clear the cargo area at any cost and under orders Holly opened the rear door sucking half them out at five hundred feet and the rest were thrown or shot all cause of orders.
She moved her hand down to Almos arm with hope a human touch on his skin may help him relax, but also cause unlike her break from her own people and going it alone. She wanted him to know he had others to count on, but most of all she just trusted him.
" Either way I want him gone now," she said softly.
Grady grabbed the unconscious Franklin by the ankles and dragged his body to the side of the gate entrance, then opened the gate and dragged Franklin out. After some rooting around in both his tow truck and Franklin's SUV, Grady produced Franklin's bedroll and backpack, and a couple of long bungee cord straps.
Grady unzipped the bedroll and spread it like a blanket, then put Franklin on it upside down, zipping it around his head and torso. The final result eerily looked like a body bag with Franklin's hiking boots sticking out. Grady then wrapped the bungee cords around the sleeping bag, pinning Franklin's arms to his sides and immobilizing his legs. Should Franklin rouse to conciousness, he wouldn't do anything but make his predicament worse by struggling and pulling the bungees tighter.
"He ain't gonna suckerpunch his way out of that trash bag," Grady remarked to the British woman who still hadn't revealed her name.
Grady lifted the bundled Franklin over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and set him across the back seat of Franklin's SUV and shut the door.
Grady ached. Wrestling mindless walkers against their numbers and deceptively unnatural physical strength was one thing, fighting a conscious man trained in police hand-to-hand and pain compliance techniques and as visciously efficient as Franklin was entirely different. Grady tried to not let it on, but the fact of the matter is Franklin was kicking Grady's ass until the British woman stepped on his neck.
"I feel like I just played four quarters of football without pads and a helmet" Grady moaned about the rising soreness in his muscles and neck.
"You wouldn't happen to have a hot tub," Grady joked, then looked at the walker gore on his boots from cleaning out the wheel wells of his tow truck, "or a garden hose? I don't want to muss up the carpet. What's your name, anyway?"
Last Edit: Nov 14, 2016 13:56:27 GMT -5 by Deleted
Holly gave a childish grin to Grady as he asked her name and then she turned to Marcella all the while still speaking to him. " You haven't gave me a proper reason to give it," and with a swing of the hips she moved towards Marcella and Raylen. " Home, we buy the lady a drink, not start a fight. You must be Irish."
Why she intervened in there fight she didn't fully know, normal she wouldn't get involved and all she could do now was hope it had been a wise choice. But she had faith, she had to since she was beyond the point of no return. Holly was protective when it came to her properly, that included Marcella who she looked after.
" Sweety, get one of the cars and pull the his car in the gate," her finger pointed then to Raylen and spoke in a firm tone," Slip, Jump in the back, we may need you,"
It wasn't attraction towards Grady that she felt, it was more companionship and having someone to relate to. There were afew people here she'd happily have a drink with, but none she related to. She'd be lying to say she didn't feel lonely sometimes. Either way she was determined Grady would have a place here and she'd plead his case if need be.
Holly returned to Grady, without asking she climbed into the passage seat of his vehicle and gave a shout to him, "Well come on Grandpa," she said in a mocking American tone," My moma will want to know we're I am." Sticking her head our the window she let a shout," Hurry up and I might tell you my name."
Grady climbed into his tow truck, and nodded at Raylen in the backseat sitting next to his M4 assault rifle, Franklin's backpack, and a case of wine with 20 bottles left.
Grady did a horrible rendition of a drunken Irish accent, "top of the marnin to ya, constable" as he started up the engine. Switching back to his rural Missouri normal voice, "I'm 'Murican as they come. But I won't lie, I'd rather be drinking whiskey than that fruity shit."
Grady flirtatiously leaned over and reached between the British woman's knees, saying "Don't bite me," as he winked and felt around under her seat. "Ah. Lots of fun down there" as he retrieved Franklin's revolver, checked to make sure it was loaded with .410 shotgun shells, and gently laid the pistol in the British woman's lap.
"So, who's up for Burger King?" Grady said, as he dialed up directions to a restaurant on Franklin's GPS, still plugged into the cigarette lighter.
"Home of the flame grilled Whopper. Well, home of propane bottles these days. You can never have too many of those."
Grady reached over the British woman again and opened the glove compartment, producing a ziploc bag filled with greyish white tubers. "Sunchokes. Good sugars and starches. Taste like a cross between a sweet tater, an artichoke, and dirt." Grady took one and offered the bag to the others. "Good for the immune system, but they'll make you gassy."
The back up alarm beeped as Grady slowly pulled backwards away from the gate and turned the tow truck around.
"There's a Burger King down where we had to get off 111 where the highway is tore up. Figure we can leave Franklin there, maybe do some scavenging."
Last Edit: Nov 16, 2016 10:04:19 GMT -5 by Deleted
Franklin stirred to consciousness, and felt smothered by something covering his face, covering his whole body. His legs clamped together tighter when he tried to move his arms. He was in some sort of bag with rope wrapped around it, and in a moving vehicle. Franklin heard a familiar metallic rattle, he'd heard it a million times everytime Grady hit a bump. Loose tool compartment door on the tow truck. Franklin surmised that he was in his own vehicle, still being towed by Grady. And tied up.
Franklin wriggled his fingers until he felt the outline of a spring loaded pocket knife in his front left pocket. Millimeter by millimeter, Franklin forced the pocket knife towards his waistline, hoping to be able to catch it when he got his pocket to spit it out.
Last Edit: Nov 16, 2016 14:39:45 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Raylen Newberry on Nov 16, 2016 13:32:12 GMT -5
Raylen opened the door and sat in the back seat on the drivers side after he grabbed his gun from Marcella "Can't believe she's actually falling for this fuckers bullshit" he said under his breath as he was beginning to get jealous, he confused her attempt at companionship with an attempt at flirting, he liked holly and wanted her, but he knew he didn't deserve her, she was to good for him, brave, pretty, Smart, All Traits that were opposites of Raylens, he was obsolete, this guy wasn't to easy on the eyes either but at least he wasn't a stupid pussy that ran away at the first scent of conflict
He leaned forward and tapped hollys arm with the bottle offering her a drink "My brother, Michael, he gave me my first everything, my first pack of smokes, first high, first drink, i think i was about... 14 when he drank with me" he tried to open up to her in hopes she would do the same, but didn't expect results since he suspected holly of being pissed at him for taking off on her and Ralse
Grady perked up when Raylen mentioned getting high. Grady was an avid toker, and if anything maybe the kid could handle getting baked better than Franklin did. Franklin was a crash dummy when it came to smoking weed, where Grady could get ripped and maintain functionality other than not runnin' his mouth. At least he'd have someone to talk to.
"Stoner, huh? I got some shit that'll get you higher than bird pussy," nodding to Raylen in the rearview mirror, then looking over at the British woman expecting an appalled look on the woman's face. "Er, I mean higher than a test pilot."
Holly raised her eyebrows as he reached between her legs and she gave a look to say she wasn't impressed.
" That's what the Co pilot said to me, before he tried to bite my neck off, " she said in a mocking tone as he placed the pistol on her lap, she by instinct began to give it a quick check to see if all the mechanism were working." Fucker wasn't even infected," Holly whispered.
" I'll be happy once we drop your friend off and get back to the compound. My pickup is over do some attention after the day I had."
Raylen tap on her shoulder, she could only gather it was a draw for attention and one Marcella did too. Hers was do to her age and back ground. Raylen excuse was because he fancied her or that was what she guessed. But he could dream all he wanted as that was never going to happen.
" Burger King is a fair distance from us, as for your weed," she puckered her lips and taught carefully her words wondering if she should even discuss her past problems," That was never my thing, I skipped that step and went straight to the hated stuff."Leaning forward she tapped the dashboard," Touch wood," which she said hoping to stay off for good.
Grady listened intently to the British woman, partly because her British accent was a thrill to him but also because he wanted to know her better.
"Weed, well, I like it. Get kinda cranky without it. When the weather gets cold it helps with the pain in my back. Dropped an engine block on myself - accidently - bout ten years ago. Stoves me up in the wintertime. Never really cared for the harder stuff. Weed only gatewayed me to a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. Could only afford some rich guy's snot anyway." Grady laughed at his own joke.
"Co-pilot? Were you a stewardess? Got any peanuts?" Grady teased, to flirt a little.
"Doin' alright back there RayRay? That wine tastes better cold. Don't get all shitface on us. We can party later."
Grady slowed down and made a left turn through a residential section of town and the GPS announced "Recalculating. At next right, make a right, then..." Grady cursed at the GPS. "Aw shaddup!"
Post by El Capitán on Nov 17, 2016 16:40:43 GMT -5
(Note* Imagine all of the dialogue is in Spanish…I will be using some, thus for the meaty dialogue I will use English for clearer reading and understanding)
The sounds of heeled boots was heard as they tapped on the surface of Marinero’s wooden decking. In the interior of the sea vessel, Victor came down into the lower cabin area humming a classic song from the Beatles. He was dressed in fitted wrangler jeans that hugged to his muscular ass as he walked. It was getting colder on sea; he felt, as he embraced his own arms within his flannel and leather jacket. A woman’s eyes were met when Victor entered inside the candle lit room. He fell on the couch and removed his cowhide hat, laying it beside a bottle of imported whiskey. He poured a glass and the woman took it to drain it quickly. She squinted her eyes and swallowed hard; like a soldier she kissed his lips, kneeling to remove his boots. She poured another glass of whiskey and offered it to him. Victor’s feet were busted, covered in sweat and blood. She got the medicated Vaseline and begin to massage each cut, crack, bunion and corn. Victor drained the whiskey from their glass and closed his eyes.
“Dejame cuidar de ti,” Amanda moaned as she massaged and rubbed his feet intimately.
Then a door knock was heard.
Victor opened his eyes and another female appeared from the shadows of their private cabin, smoking a cigarette. This was Vanessa. In her other hand she held a loaded rifle. She opened the door to see Maurice, pacing on the floor in front them. Vanessa shook her head and opened the door wider so he could see Victor. Meanwhile, Amanda continued massaging, cracking each toe, competently, as if she was created to massage feet; but this was not the case, she just loved the shit out of him.
“El…Capitán, I am sorry to disturb you,” He swallowed, “But we have found the goat thief.”
Victor’s eyes widened and the scene faded…
About fifteen minutes later, Victor was on the upper deck, close to the edge of the ships rails. Walnut hues beheld the coast and it was good to see American land again. Maurice was near him, along with the entire Blood Coalition, who served on this proud ship: Marinero. His wife Vanessa and his concubine Amanda were standing beside him. His strategist Angelica was also there, with her scopes; observing what was ahead. She was the one who had organized this hunt; a dozen men had already been ordered to go after Pablo. They had been tracking the thief for almost a week now. Victor could see the flare marks in the sky that lead them north; also the small escape boat that Pablo had stolen from him that was abandoned on the coast.
“Pablo is your cousin…El Capitán. Besides it is just ten goats. It is not worth going north and we are approaching winter. He could be as far as Arkansas by now, or even Missouri. We cannot and must not risk this,” Maurice said with reason.
“It is not worth it?” Victor said—his voice deep and monstrous.
The crowd quieted. Victor's eyes had taken on an almost glazed form; one could see the aptitude of his madness by just gazing into his horrid eyes. Maurice suddenly had fear in his. Everyone was still waiting for the Numero Uno to speak again. Victor’s voice was so scary the wind even went silent so it seemed. Maurice was already sweating and it looked like he was going to piss himself. “You forget where we come from…Maurice. In the old world even if it was a small offense, even a ½ pint lost…we would go after that cocca. Now you would expect me to show mercy to a man who betrayed his own blood? I fed him and he stole from me. In this new world cocca no longer matters, yes. But those goats…they matter. Those goats mean everything now. Do you understand this…do you understand what this means?” His words came out calm but fiercely direct.
Maurice was nodding his head and shivering at the same time. Victor did not like being tested, even Angelica as intelligent and as sharp as she was, would only challenge him privately. Swiftly, Victor placed his brawny finger into the crevices of Maurice’s left eye. Maurice was struggling, crying and pleading, but Victor overpowered him and held him on the rails with no emotion. He dug deeper inside the man’s cornea. Maurice was terrified and yelled like he was being raped—some of the noises the man made was indecipherable. Everyone would be silent as El Capitán’s fingers worked around the pupil and into the very ciliary body of the man’s eye. The next thing he did made everyone in the crowd squeak. Victor pulled out Maurice’s eye ball and placed it in his own mouth to chew. Blood sprayed the crowd and Maurice sobbed and moaned to fall on his knees, sobbing and whining with crimson leaking down his face.
Crunching and swallowing, Victor spoke, his mouth full, “Find my fucking goats Maurice…or we are going to start eating you,” He even swallowed up some of Maurice’s blood vessels that came out of the eye.
Last Edit: Nov 17, 2016 16:55:08 GMT -5 by El Capitán
Holly crossed her legs as she watched ahead, she hemmed and hawed till finally she decided to say her name.
" Former L.T Holly Brighton of the RAF,"she had hoped to drag out saying her name a bit longer just for the fun of it, but now seemed like the right time, she turned her attention to Grady " You see I'v seen the world and I had a ring side seat as the world burned to the ground."
She just sat there watching out the window watching as the landscape passed her by, those had been dark days and even now her past haunted her. But she was determined to be more than that beast she was.
" We all make bad choices,"She turned to face him," I was like you once Grady, A drone. I'd go were I was told and if my captain said open fire. I'd open fire all because not wanting to be alone, but it's like a web they weave over you, the guilt of feeling like you played apart in the deaths and trapping you with them. We won't ask you to do anything you don't want to, were not all monsters."
Post by Lila Robinson on Nov 20, 2016 7:21:10 GMT -5
Lila had finished testing the gates of the complex as the day grew long. Shadows cast across their little complex of houses that was once a thriving subdivision. Now, it was reduced to survivors trying to keep out the hordes, the bad guys and the vagabonds that would likely steal what they worked so hard to secure. Supplies were getting harder and harder to come by and she hoped that Sean was coming up with a plan to thrive and become sustainable within.
She wiped the sweat from her brow and tucked the pliers into her back pocket, next to the hand gun she had at her side most of the time. She even slept with it by her side every night as she really didn't know when it would be a necessary tool.
However, a curious sound outside the walls piqued her interest as she heard the warbling neighs. As the sounds grew louder, instead of going to the watch tower, she decided to head straight to the opening to see what was there. She knew what that beying was and she wondered if a herd of goats had broken free.
When she pulled the gate open, she saw not only a few goats, but a shepard leading them on. The only thing that popped into her mind at this very moment was to get him inside before the goats attracted more walkers and were devoured before they could put them to use. Goats milk would be a welcome relief to drinking water and canned food.
She was more welcoming then the others, but only because he had the animals with him.
Post by El Capitán on Nov 23, 2016 11:36:41 GMT -5
Pablo was cunningly on the move. He had successfully breached Missouri this morning. He knew there was a risk hiking this far north before winter. His strategy was to claim something tradable so he could survive and escape the wrath of his ruthless cousin. Pablo just knew those people would not come this far north for him. Little did he know it was not him they desired. A herd of goats were directed by tethered leashes made from ¾ inch leather rope and ironed steel. The cold air beat on his lungs like heathens. His eyes were too stony to cry from the wind. Miraculously he seen something in the distance…walls…a shelter. He could smell humanity near the area—the aroma of warm fire and food. His eyes lit up like pitted olives as he moved toward that destination.
Then the gates opened… When she told him to come in, Pablo did not hesitate or linger outside like a fool. He led his goats inside and took a moment to catch his breath. His lips were chapped, and his skin was pale as shit. Even though he was wrapped in a warm poncho made from animal’s skin; he did not look like he was shivering from the cold. He pulled out his bottle of tequila and took a swig. He offered it to the lady to drink after he warmed himself up a bit.
“Agua? Fresh water you have? Make trade…para uno cabra….one goat for one aqua.”
Nervously he mixed his words up with English and Spanish, hoping she would understand.
She would see the fear in his eyes. There was an eerie feeling he gave her like he was not safe.
“Must hurry. Must lock all doors,”He pulled out his revolver and cocked it for the ready.
Suddenly there was a swooshing sound. It happened so fast. The bullet came from the compressor shotgun and split Pablo's head in half. Crimson sprayed the woman's pale visage. The body fell on the hard soil and the goats ran wild inside the stronghold.
Thus what she seen next might have caused her to piss her self. A Helicopter was seen in the sky, followed by a man who held the semi-automatic shotgun, holding onto the edge. Once the chopper lowered to the ground the man exited with his weapon lowered. Angelica was controlling the vehicle. Vanessa and Amanda came out to stand beside Victor, each lady armed with a rifle. Maurice also exited last. His eye was covered in a wrap and he held his own hand gun. The trio patiently waited for El Capitán to speak before they physically engaged....
"I am sorry to have ruined your morning, woman. And I do not want any trouble. But you must know that the piece of shit laying before you...was indeed a goat thief."
Last Edit: Nov 23, 2016 14:10:20 GMT -5 by El Capitán
Post by Ashley Barnes on Nov 24, 2016 21:02:20 GMT -5
Ashley stayed by the gate and watched as Lila opened it from the guard tower, once she was down and the gate was opened, she noticed the man speaking Spanish, some English, he appeared to be in trouble, she wondered what was going on and if these people would help, then she noticed him go for his gun, her first instinct was to grab her glock but by the time she drew her weapon the mans head exploded
Upon hearing the mans words she put her gun back in her belt, she wondered why they killed him over goats, fucking goats, she almost wanted to say something, but she was new and didn't want to appear weak
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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