Post by Remy LaCroix on May 18, 2016 7:22:59 GMT -5
Remy and Owen got back on the motorcycle to head home but what came next was the unexpected. It brought back memories and flashbacks of when she was trying to get out of New Orleans in the first place. They came upon a horde on the I-10 and it didn't look like there was any way around it. The bridge at 61 was too deep and the wall to high to just go over it and down the embankment which stretched a good forty feet down to the road below. They had no choice but to turn around.
She knew a way around this, although it would take more time to get back to the Bayou and time was running out for the night. Neither one of them wanted to travel by motorcycle into the night but she knew if they crossed over the river, that could get them into a place where they could at least find shelter for the night. Backtracking on 90 would take them south on the highway, over the Mississippi and into Gretna, which she knew was also a gamble. If the bridge was blocked they would be trapped and have to take more back roads to try and get home. It was easy to maneuver around the cars on the motorcycle and all the while there were headlights behind them. Luca had been following this entire time and although it was by not fault of their own with the horde, she wondered if he thought they were trying to lose him. But the worst of it hadn't stopped there. The rain clouds had gathered as the evening heat rose, mixing with the cool air and the southern thunderstorms were about to let loose on them. As they reached the middle of the bridge, the sky unleashed the rain making their travels even more miserable.
"There's hotels on the other side in Gretna," she called out over the wind and rain, flattening her hair against her face and soaking every inch of them. When the land flattened out and they finally reached Gretna she had Owen follow the main road knowing there was a stretch of hotels that were often used by businessmen to get in and out of New Orleans easily without having to worry about the price of New Orleans hotels.
"Up ahead! To the right!" Her hand pointed towards a hotel that had suites. She had never stayed there herself, but with the name 'Luxury' at the top of the sign how could they go wrong? She could feel the spray of rain against her ankles as they drove through gathering puddles to get into the parking lot.
The sun had been closed off by the dark thunderclouds and she knew they had to get inside before they were moving targets to the dying eye. They had no advantages in the dark and if there were raiders or bandits here, they would have huge targets on their backs. Gathering up the bat and other supplies she let Owen park the bike as she headed upstairs to a second floor balcony looking to take refuge in one of the rooms for the night. Luca could go where he wanted, but she knew he couldn't stay in the same room as Owen. She tapped first on the window, then a little louder on the door as she stood, dripping from head to toe hoping everything in the knapsacks was still dry.
When there was nothing, no breathing, no sounds, no growls and no hungry walkers that looked like they had been waiting for life to come around, she jiggled the door handle and opened the door to a very empty room.
"Rooms are open!"
She knew a way around this, although it would take more time to get back to the Bayou and time was running out for the night. Neither one of them wanted to travel by motorcycle into the night but she knew if they crossed over the river, that could get them into a place where they could at least find shelter for the night. Backtracking on 90 would take them south on the highway, over the Mississippi and into Gretna, which she knew was also a gamble. If the bridge was blocked they would be trapped and have to take more back roads to try and get home. It was easy to maneuver around the cars on the motorcycle and all the while there were headlights behind them. Luca had been following this entire time and although it was by not fault of their own with the horde, she wondered if he thought they were trying to lose him. But the worst of it hadn't stopped there. The rain clouds had gathered as the evening heat rose, mixing with the cool air and the southern thunderstorms were about to let loose on them. As they reached the middle of the bridge, the sky unleashed the rain making their travels even more miserable.
"There's hotels on the other side in Gretna," she called out over the wind and rain, flattening her hair against her face and soaking every inch of them. When the land flattened out and they finally reached Gretna she had Owen follow the main road knowing there was a stretch of hotels that were often used by businessmen to get in and out of New Orleans easily without having to worry about the price of New Orleans hotels.
"Up ahead! To the right!" Her hand pointed towards a hotel that had suites. She had never stayed there herself, but with the name 'Luxury' at the top of the sign how could they go wrong? She could feel the spray of rain against her ankles as they drove through gathering puddles to get into the parking lot.
The sun had been closed off by the dark thunderclouds and she knew they had to get inside before they were moving targets to the dying eye. They had no advantages in the dark and if there were raiders or bandits here, they would have huge targets on their backs. Gathering up the bat and other supplies she let Owen park the bike as she headed upstairs to a second floor balcony looking to take refuge in one of the rooms for the night. Luca could go where he wanted, but she knew he couldn't stay in the same room as Owen. She tapped first on the window, then a little louder on the door as she stood, dripping from head to toe hoping everything in the knapsacks was still dry.
When there was nothing, no breathing, no sounds, no growls and no hungry walkers that looked like they had been waiting for life to come around, she jiggled the door handle and opened the door to a very empty room.
"Rooms are open!"