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For a second Holly just stood there watching the horizon without saying a word, It looked so calm despite the commotion that just happened. Holly knew she was different than Rasle, she wouldn't of wasted a bullet on them and instead would of left him to turn. Final she took out the camera and took a picture of the freak.
" Smile, could be your last photo or ..."
Holly bit her lip as she held a puzzled look as she put the camera down. Still the horizon was puzzling her. The bikers had traveled light, for Holly that didn't fit with her and they had to of had a camp near by. The only thing she was sure of was that these four were not alone, but she knew from experience she needed to hit back now Keeping her eyes locked on the freak she spoke in a firm tone.
"Were and how many ?" she uncliped her knife from her belt," I can release you now with rat on your forehead with a missing item or I can keep you till this is over and let you on your merry way if lucky. " The frustration flared from her next words," lying fucks you up with any deal so be honest and remember the longer your alive the better the chance you'll have to survive."
Expecting a silent treatment she was surprised to get a response from the freak," Four more waiting down the end of the road with a yellow school bus full of live cargo."
Holly turned to Rasle and spoke with rage," "I hear nothing coming but sure as hell by the time I'm finished they'll be sorry they heard of us."
Ralse looked at Holly as she spoke, then turned his attention to the man laying in the truck. "What's your name?"
The man hesitated, but answered, "Ortiz."
"Ortiz, are the people you're with aware of where we are?"
"No."
"If we leave the other four alone, will they come looking for us when they see what we did to the three you were with?"
Ortiz hesitated again. "Yeah, yeah... I think they will."
"Okay. What kind of firepower are we looking at?"
"What're you gonna do with me after you kill 'em?" Ortiz asked, glancing between the man and the woman.
Ralse looked over at Holly. "I think that depends on you, Ortiz," he said, moving to sit with his back to the glass separating Marcella from them. "I'd say he's had enough pants-shitting experiences for one day, don't you, Gemini?" He referred to Holly by her nickname, one that he'd been calling her from the start. This jag-off didn't need to know their names, much less what they were going to do. If he was in the truck with them when they ran through his four companions up the road, who's to say he wouldn't suddenly rebel and they'd have five hostiles to take care of instead of just four?
Holly just watched the horizon, contemplating the best course inaction and which would be the best course of action. He was given answers, but in drips and drabs. Turning around to Ortiz she was becoming inpatient, kneel down she faced him. Holly spoke softly and calmly as she took out her knife, her eyes locked on to his,
" Now I'v been nice on his behalf," she said as her finger pointed to Rasle, I had hoped you would of realised your predicament. Your fate Ortiz is sealed, either way your going to help us take out the rest of your group. You doing it dead or alive is up to you. But first I need answers." Out of nowhere her hand grabbed his head and slammed it against the base of the truck. The blow broke skin upon his forehead and blood began to pour. Her tone quickly became aggressive," Now answer the fucking question, he asked how well armed are they ?" with her hand still on his head she lifted it up and slammed his head back down releasing more blood." Answer now ! "Turning him on to his chest, Holly grabbed one of his hands as her knee pushed down on his back to keep him down. Pushing one hand against the base of the bed, Holly placed her knife upon his little finger and broke the skin. " Last chance before I cut start cutting fingers,"
"Gemini," Ralse said calmly, putting a hand on Holly's shoulder. "If you start slicing this poor bastard open, he'll tell you he caused 9/11, but that don't make it so."
"And you," Ralse said, turning on the bleeding man, "I may be bigger than my friend here, but she's faster and she's a hell of a lot meaner. She may do some damage to you before I get in to stop her, so I'm going to suggest that you start spilling guts before she does it for you."
Ortiz shook like a drug fiend. Plainly he was riding the fence between terror and panic, teetering on either side. "If I tell you, will you let me go?"
"Once your camp is ashes and whoever they've got locked up are safe, yes. We go one direction, you go the other. That's the deal."
Ortiz began to spill it. They had handguns, at least one Browning shotgun and were running low on food. What they weren't running low on, was comfort. Most of their 'live cargo' was women between the ages of 18 and 30. Ralse looked at Holly for a few seconds, imagining her in a situation like that. It was difficult to do, mainly since he figured she'd terror-ass through some slaver camp like that with something as tame as a butter knife and still be able to hurt someone. "How do you want to tackle this, then?"
Holly give a devilish grin as he spilled everything, at the end of the day her threat worked and she was still half tempted to break some fingers as a warning. Holly stood up and with a swift kick to Ortiz side she spoke a warning.
" Be glad he's here, he is the only reason you haven't been gutted for answers."
With that Holly jumped out of the truck and approached the the dead bodies with the bike. She yanked and pulled the two leather jackets of the dead strangers. Than she took the bandana off the motorcyclist head and returned to the pickup. She threw the motorcyclists jacket with bandana to Rasle, with a slight smile she tied her hair up the way the dead female had it.
" Do this right, by the time they realise who we are, it'll be too late. Unless they've been eating a lot of green veg we should be able to gun at least a few of them down before they can react "She paused as she contemplated the rest of her strategy," Then on the sly you jump off as I distract the herd. Then free the slaves for reinforcements, I'm sure they'll have a score to settle with them."
Holly undid the tailgate and jumped in as she faced Rasle.
" Your call with him, let's just not have any loose ends," with that Holly jumped behind the 50.cal ready for them to move out.
Fucked. Carl was absolutely fucked. His car decided that it didn't feel up to driving today and crapped out on the side of the road. Carl sighed heavily and got out of the car grabbing his bag and his water and slamming the door shut. He didn't speak, only glared at the piece of crap that was stranding him in the middle of no where. Carl stared to walk. His right left slightly limping a little with each step. Outbreak day he broke his leg in a crash. Never healed right. Now he had a perminant reminder of the day his life stopped. Not that one needed to be reminded. Outbreak day was the wost day of a lot of people's lives. Though, if you've survived this long.... You've done things, the same type of things that Carl has done himself. You fight and scratch and claw and even kill to survive. Carl limped onward down the road. It had been a good long while since he's seen anyone, the last people he ran into he had to kill. One of them tried to rob him and after he killed the guy a very pissed off father came after him. He had no choice you kill...... Or ....... You are killed. The world wasn't complicated or hard, it wasn't some great mystery to solve anymore like the days before the great panic. No one sat and wondered anymore, what's the meaning of life. People mostly wondered when am i going to eat again? A question that was lingering on Carl's mind as Carl limped onward down the road. His dusty brown boots sliding in the gravel. His dirty ripped up jeans were caked in dried mud, his shirt covered in blood and shit and his jacket looked like he stole it from a trashcan. His face was sunken in and skeletal his beard unkept and dirty. Smudges of dirt and grime smeared his face and his hands were black with soot and dirt. Still, Carl limped onward down the road. Determined to not die out here in the elements and be picked apart by nature.
Carl: Need'ta find something ta'eat.
Carl grumbled to himself as Carl limped ownard down the road. He had in his hand a wooden block that was wrapped with rope and electrical tape to make it soft and comfortable to grip tightly. And there were three nails hammered down into the wood with the pointy ends out. Carl slid a finger between each nail and gripped it as a walker shambled up to him. He punched it in the side of the temple and kept limping, not even bothering to turn and watch the creature fall to lie still, never to move again. Carl simply, limped onward down the road. He hadn't eaten in a few days. He looked down at the blood staining the long silver tips of the nails..... He didn't enjoy the killing. Not really, but it didn't bother him one bit. He just didn't take any pleasure from it. Though if he had came across the people not far up ahead, the one's who had captured women, his blood would boil and he would fly into a rage. His daughter was still missing. And though he was not a man of great empathy he wouldn't have like to see any young lady that closely resembled his daughter in age or appearance in a precarious situation. His daughter was 22 and she wasn't at her college on the east coast. He had no idea where to look. He didn't like her chances, the kind of depravities he's since since the outbreak? He didn't even want to think about it. Carl kept limping down the road lost in thought, his griefe addled mind randomly jumping from one topic to the next, no real focus just jumbled thought when he saw a man and a woman standing up ahead. The man was standing there talking to the woman. The woman was throwing the man a jacket and throwing her hair up. Carl just stood there and stared at them. He didn't know what to make of them yet. His hand stirred nervously by the handle of his revolver that was tucked in the back of his pants... He had four shots. Only four. He hoped he didn't have to use them.
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Just as Holly was about to place the jacket on, she noticed a stranger lurking from the corner of her eye. She was tempted to just point and shoot. But she half guessed Rasle wouldn't of been too happy with that plan, so at that point she decided to give him one chance to stay alive and not join the newly dead. Facts pointed that this man had no connection to these slavers, if he had of been he would of took the shot already and help Ortiz. Marcella gave a scream as she noticed the stranger, Holly just pressed the button on her earpiece and spoke,
" It's OK sweetie, just relax," and than she spoke loud enough for the stranger to hear while raising her finger to Rasle to relax the weapon, " Now hun, unless you want to play who's gun bigger and who's the better shot. I'd lower that weapon now. Otherwise I'll class you as a rapeing slaver. Choice," letting go of the 50.cal Holly faced the stranger as she stared right at him.
(Sorry if bit short, next one won't be)
Last Edit: Sept 3, 2016 17:12:07 GMT -5 by Deleted
Carl looked at the girl and then to the man. The girl was the one doing all the talking. Was she calling the shots? Carl didn't speak, didn't move, save for the way his fingers dances nervously like an old speghetti western. He hadn't made a move on the girl so he was still breathing. He figured it was the only reason he was still breathing, Carl was not one to gamble with odds he didn't think he was going to be in his favor. These certainly were not. He was greedy and self serving, he would't share supplies with you if he thought you were weaker than he because it was a personal rule of his. If you were weak you were going to die why waste supplies on those who are doomed anyways. Carl was not a forgiving or generous man by nature, he certainly wouldn't have afforded Holly the same oppurtunity to fuck him over she was giving him right now. He would have shot first and looted the corpse later. After he sat down and had a nice meal over a warm campfire using the freshly made corpse as a footrest. He still said nothing, he only stared at Holly weighing his options. He had stumbled onto something here, a robbery perhaps? He saw someone looking in rough shape while two assholes ( he assumed they were assholes, Holly and Ralse) were trying on their nice new clothes they got from the hold up. Clothes. What a stupid fucking thing to rob someone for he thought. But then she said something about slavers and his eyebrow raised a little. His fingers stopped dancing and his other hand; the hand holding his homemade stabbing weapon (the block of wood with the nails in it ) his grip tightened. Carl wasn't sure he was gettin the whole story, he just knew that there was something going down and he walked in on it. Hell he didn't care. He just wanted some food. If one pair of assholes wanted to kill another set of assholes for some clothes that was there business. But if one of those assholes was slaving out people, well that was his buisness. His daughter was missing and women are the prime canidates for slave trading. Sad fact but true. He was desperate for any clue to where to find her. Hell he traveled all the way form Wyoming to here on foot with a limp to find her and came up with nothing but his dusty old dick in his hand and nothingto show for it....
Carl: Ain't no fucking slaver.
Carl said in a dusky low gravely voice. He was angered by the mere assumption he would be. But if these people were trying to bring down slavers he was willing to help. At the very least to see if his daughter was amongst the cargo. He had no other leads why not. He raised his hands to show that he wasn't going to try and pull a gun and slowly and deliberatly slipped his homemade stabber that he liked to called "the greeting card" into his jacket pocket. Carl addressed the woman since she appeared at least to be calling the shots around here.....
Carl: You folks taking down some slavers? I'm looking for my daughter. A young girl..... I help ya get'em...... You let me check to see if she's there..... That sound fair to you?
Carl's shifty narrowed eyes bounced from Holly to Ralse. He wasn't easy to get on with. He was foul mouthed and dirty ass hell, he never even attempted to bath, rather letting the dirt and filth consume him and make him smell like shit. The worse he smelled the more the dead thought he was just one of their own and they did, he only was noticed by them if he got to close, but with his smell and his limp he normally went by them unnoticed. He was also paranoid and violenet as hell when cornered and with the paranoia it didn't take much to make him feel backed into a corner, still.... He had some semblance of a moral compass and slaving women was one of his "Don't fucking do it buttons" and you don't want to push Carl Baker's buttons..... No you don't.
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Holly kept her eyes locked on to the stranger, she watched his movements like a hawk and would quickly take him down with out a blink. Just the look of him repulsed her, never since the fall had she ever let herself reach that level of bad hygiene and put her self at risk. She was harsh with hygiene on Marcella. One thing she did know was that there was little chance she was going to let him near the Sheriff pickup, who knew what she would catch from him and she was sure the smell wasn't too good either. Deals were Holly's forte and his deal had too many gaps. She wasn't leaving supplies out of the occasion.
" Here's the deal, you get twenty-five percent of the cut of anything they have, not including people. There free to come with us if they choose or leave if they are still alive."Holly's deep cockney accent emphasized her words. "You try anything other than my plan and you'll forfeit your life. " She paused for a second and just watched his face wondering what he was thinking. Holly wasn't thick, she quickly copped on to his control point and that was his daughter or so she hoped," Now I give you my word, I'll honor the deal to show no harm and I'll help you with in reason to find her if she's near as long as you'll give your word on your daughters life on my deal."
By the time Holly and Ralse had reached the rest of the scavenger they had long gone, with still time to kill till night fall Holly had dropped of Ralse close to the compound by request and continued her daily runs.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
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.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5