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Post by Damon Morris on Aug 1, 2016 19:44:59 GMT -5
Damon and Samantha didn't stop long near the ship in Alabama. Over the next two to three weeks the two had travelled heading East towards the coast from Baton Rouge and ended up in Mobile Alabama looking for supplies. Samantha wasn't commonly behind the wheel but her black eye and lip had nearly fully healed. As they drove down Route 10 Damon felt they needed to pull over and find a place to stay for the evening. Humming Lynyrd Skynyrd, he looked over to see Samantha's eyes flutter open magestically like a butterfly taking flight.
"Morning Sleepy head... You were out for about an hour then. Think we need to find a place for the night? Few hotels and apartments are ahead?"
Damon was beginning to feel a little tired himself. They still had no idea of their eventual destination. They could find their new home in a mile or on the coast... over seas?
Post by Samantha Wesley on Aug 2, 2016 8:39:19 GMT -5
Sam wiped her eyes with her hands," sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep." She looked over at him and smiled. He'd been doing most of the driving since they met. He had said he would take care of her, and he had. She'd survived for months because of him. He kept her away from stuff she shouldn't be messing with, keeping her clean. It was a daily struggle for her, though they didn't talk about it much, he knew.
Dam had seen him when they searched for supplies. How he would dump pills in toilets and just grab nothing stronger than aspirin. Booze was left sitting where it was, and she knew he could use a drink. He denied himself to keep her clean. She swallowed and her throat ached for a moment. Still healing from the attack she'd been through. Damon had taken care of that as well, killing the man who had hurt her. And yes, it was a living man, not one of the dead, but it had to be done. It bothered Sam still. It had been her fault, her mistake, and Damon had to do such a terrible thing. She wasn't paying attention and it had got her hurt and resulted in another's death. It could have been her death or Damon's, and that weighed heavy on her mind. She still felt the man's hands around her throat, saw his face, but most nights she could grab a few hours before she woke drenched in sweat.
She patted Damon's leg," you're right, we need to stop, you need sleep." She started looking out the windows,trying to find a decent spot.
Mobile Alabama, funny, this was one place she had never been, before the world went to hell. Her eyes scanned boarded up stores and hotels. She didn't want the sound odd, but," do you smell that? The air, it actually smells like salt water, not rot." She rolled her window down a bit more. Funny all the things that get taken for granted and how all it takes is an apocalypse to make you enjoy the little things.
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Aug 7, 2016 11:06:42 GMT -5
Damon had chuckled as Samantha woke "You know I don't care. You look so peaceful when you sleep. And you don't snore too much so there's no threat of you attracting Walkers." Damon kept his eyes peeled as they drove and looked for somewhere to stay. He knew Samantha was thinking about something. For all he knew it was lifes great questions to her past going through her mind.
Damon pulled the car into the slower lane despite the lack of law enforcement to smell the air "Reminds me of the sea side in Britain. Getting some fish and chips. Walking on the beech. Kicking a football. Its a smell you don't forget."
Damon kept driving and soon saw a pair of gates on the left, they were just before Mobile became a built up city on Route 10. He opened the window and listened hearing little noise. He felt the hotel looked quite secure and it meant he could stop now. He slowed the car down.
"Think we could stop here... I mean we can keep looking if you don't feel good about it Sam?"
Post by Samantha Wesley on Aug 10, 2016 16:27:24 GMT -5
" I don't snore." She cut him a look and then smiled," I know you miss it, Britain. Wish there was some way we could get you back home, just to check on your family, at least." She was talking and staring out the window.
As the car slowed down, she looked at him, and he asked about the fenced in hotel." Worth a look see, I think. Could be pretty defendable with a little work." She patted his arm," least it's a good place to stop for tonight, we can play the rest by ear." Sam sat alert as Damon drove into the parking lot. Abandon cars were left , some with dead bodies, some empty with doors open. She didn't see any moving dead, so far, but that was deceptive til they actually started going through rooms.
As he stopped, Sam reached her hand to the back seat and pulled up the baseball bat. She grinned at him," figure we should stay quiet." Her hand slide her knife out of her pack, before she opened her car door and stepped out.
Sam stood staring at the place, listening for any sounds to indicate dead. It was quiet, she could hear the ocean, but not much else.
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Aug 11, 2016 5:08:34 GMT -5
Damon had pulled the car in and once they had come to a standstill he closed the gate. The gate being shut gave him some more security. A gang of walkers could not follow them in. He took out his golf club and had his gun for emergencies. The Endeavour hotel, read the sign. He stood for a moment. His eyes gazed into the distance seeing the sea water. "Oh I do like to be... beside the sea side. Oh I do like to be beside the sea..."
Damon could see an entrance to the hotel ahead. "Part of me feels like I should say something clever... Like time to check in... But I just want to get some bloody sleep." He moved towards the door seeing a sign which read 'Closed for decoration'. This made him smirk. Some good luck at last.
Post by Samantha Wesley on Aug 12, 2016 8:18:27 GMT -5
Sam followed him as he got closer to the building. His comment on sleep made her feel bad. He'd been doing all the driving," I know you gotta be exhausted, I'm sorry." She mumbled softly, as he noticed the sign and pointed it out." Huh, well, I still ain't sure. I mean there are cars." She looked back at the parking lot.
" maybe workers? Remodeling usually requires full crews of people, we should be careful, just in case." Sam didn't think there was much luck left in this crappy world. She knew she was being pessimistic, but she was afraid to get excited and get her hopes up. Still, most of the Windows in the front entrance were boarded up," people probably knew this place was shut down and tried coming here to be away from other people? We aren't the first ones here." She point out to the parking lot and the four or five vehicles besides there's.
Damon had shut the gate, so that meant anything in here wasn't getting out. They just needed to clear the place and get it over with.
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Aug 16, 2016 5:01:11 GMT -5
Damon looked at the attire of the corpses in the cars "Some hotel owners take money to allow people to park. Think about the location. Probably friends of the owners using it as a cheap parking space. My Aunt used to do it at her pub back in England." Damon remembered weekends spent with his cousins. They would freely roam the pub and surrounding grounds.
He rubbed some sweat from his forehead and looked at the locked front door "I don't know... There's definitely some inside but I don't think anything new has entered in a long time. The door has started to rust. No blood stains in the lobby. Hopefully we are facing a few builders and the owners... But your guess is as good as mine."
Damon saw the plastic windows and noticed some glue on the floor. He was trying to figure a quiet way of entering the building. He reached his back pocket and took out his wallet. Looking at Samantha he smiled "This is something I learned from one of my room mates at University. He used to steal vegetables from allotments to save money... Weird fella."
Damon found his old bank card and used it to pry the un glued window pane loose. Once the screws were knocked back slightly he could unscrew them with a coin. Eventually the window pain fell inwards and quietly allowed them access to the building without attracting the attention of whatever dwelled within.
Post by Samantha Wesley on Aug 17, 2016 9:22:40 GMT -5
Sam stood there and watched Damon. She kept glancing around , watching their backs. Sure he had pulled the gate , but it was better to be safe than sorry. She kept getting this feeling like they were being watched. She stepped back as he worked and looked up and down the hotel.
He was right, it was best to be quiet. The dead seemed to react to stimulus, no noise, no dinner bell. When he got the window open, she smirked," another thing I didn't know about you. You're a burglar." Her voice was low trying to stay quiet. She walked past him and climbed inside. It was hot. Being shut up , no air flowing, made the place warm an stuffy. It had an odor. Mix of paint fumes, from the fresh renovation and death. She stepped slowly around the lobby, listening.
Everything was shut off. Well, probably happened when the power went off, she thought. Large fans lined the ceiling. This place would have been nice when it reopened, if the world had t gone to hell. The lobby was empty. No bodies, nothing.
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Aug 17, 2016 15:26:36 GMT -5
Damon smirked "Im flattered. Property doesnt really exist to burgle anymore. Ammunition determines ownership. A bullet is worth more than its weight in gold these days." Damon stepped through the hold getting a peak at Samantha's behind as they went through. He often let her go first.
"Nice place. Kind of place I would take you if we were vacationing together. Not that I would pick Mobile Alabama... Paris, Venice, a Tropical Island, California."
Damon went to the desk and checked the visitor entry log "No bad reviews..." He hopped over the desk to see the building still used metal keys. He hated electronic doors. Couldnt use them since the power went. He took the keys and stuck them in a plastic bag. "25 Rooms... Top Floor has 12. Shall we sweep down here first or just find a room and haul up?". The wall had a map of the hotel.
Samantha had, had the feeling of being watched as she waited for Damon to open the window. That is because they were being watched. Just across the street there was an ambulance parked by the curb. Most the time now days ambluances are just ignored. Most of the good medical supplies long been scavenged, but this particular ambulance belonged to one Dr. Ethan Adrian. He used it as his home on wheels for the time being it was the best he had come up with. But he yerned for an actual bed. Sleeping on the stretcher in the back was starting to make his neck stiff... He smiled when he pulled up and saw the hotel, only to have his smile grow wider when he observed the strangers walking up to it. He sat in the driver's seat and was actually about to get out and walk over himself when he spotted them. He stayed in the ambulance and just watched. He noticed as much as he could about them. The girl seemed nervous, figity. The guy, brandishing a golf club seemed a like more at ease. So. Ethan thought. He must be in charge. Ethan watched from the curb as the guy pulled out what appeared to be a wallet and did something to the window that allowed them entry. He went into the back of the ambulance after they disappeared inside. He grabbed his pack and opened it. Opening the many cabinets in the amublance and quickly filling it with things he might need. He grabbed his notebook his syringe case and shoved it in the bottom of his leather backpack. He grabbed a few cans of food..... He stopped when his hand fell across the bottle of chloroform with a smile he thought about it, but decided to leave it in the ambulance. He grabbed his first aid kit and shoved it in the backpack before slinging the whole lot over his shoulder, he grabbed his M16 and had a pistol on his leg holster as he exited the ambulance.
Ethan: Well, looks like i won't be the only guest at the hotel this evening.
Stepping across the street, and slipping inside the gate. Ethan quickly found himself back against the wall peering in. He was careful not to expose himself as he glanced inside. He climbed into the window and slunk into the shadows. He wanted to watch them a little more before he made any kind of approach. He needed to know who it was he was dealing with so he knew what way to approach them. A chance encounter with an unfamiliar stranger can turn bloody very quick if handled incorrectly. Ethan saw them at the front desk and frowned when he saw the guy taking all the keys and putting them in a bag. Guess i'll just have to make my introduction a little sooner than i figured, he thought. Stepping out of the shadows he put his hands up, and stepped cautiously forward holding his M16 at his side instead of aiming down sight.
Ethan: Excuse me..... i believe i have a reservation and a 3 o'clock checkin.
Humor to lighten the moment, Ethan only hoped he didn't get shot for his trouble. He could have had the drop on them and with his M16 he easily had them outgunned. The fact that he didn't rush them gun drawn should have been an indication that he wanted to be civilized. But he didn't have much time to watch the young couple, he had no real idea of their temprements. Though as he stood there and glanced at Sam, he smiled a little recognizing the twitchy nervous nature of a former junkie trying to get a grip on her life. He looked back to Damon.
Ethan: I'm Ethan. Dr. Ethan Adrian..... Not looking for trouble, just one of those keys, i'll trade you for a bit of food perhaps?
Post by Samantha Wesley on Aug 18, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -5
Sam scratched at her arm a little as she watched Damon gathering the keys. He seemed to not be taking any chances and she liked that. She smiled at him," hell, back in the day I would t have stepped foot in a place like this and you're right, Paris, Milan, all those fancy places, probably rat holes full of dead by now." She frowned ," honestly, I wanna crash, but I do t want any surprises in the morning either. We should at least check out the first floor, clear it and then settle for the night."
Her head whipped around as a voice spoke behind them. Her gun hand came up, aiming at the man. He was talking, hands where she could see them, which was good for him. Sam glanced at Damon, but kept that pistol aimed at the good doctor. Yeah, Doctor, anyone could say that shit nowadays. No real way of proving it, was there?
He wanted to trade. Good for a room. Sam glanced at Damon, not sure what he would do. They had some food left, but a pair of hands clearing this place before dark would t hurt either. She didn't say anything, leaving it up to Damon. He had t let her down, so far.
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Aug 18, 2016 15:10:01 GMT -5
Damon had been smiling as Samantha mentioned how her holiday locations would have been a dump. "Hey take me to a nice World War Two battlefield or Historical city and I'm satisfied. Saw the Coliseum once. Was pretty incredible."
He agreed they needed to know how secure the place would be for the night and at the first syllable spoken by the 'Doctor' Damon had swung his gun and was aiming at the mans chest. He stood for a moment looking at where the stranger was positioned to figure if he had followed them or was already inside. "You followed us in... No other possible route... Have you been following us? Or just a lucky accident you happen to stumble upon us after we open the building?"
Damon was suspicious immediately. The man struck him with a certain arrogance in the way he introduced himself. Yet he was pretty tired by now. And this mans appearance could help clear the hotel.
"Ill offer you a deal. I don't trust you... You shouldn't trust me. Its late. This place gets searched a lot quicker if you help us out... The lobby is new so it would be a shame to stain it with your innards. You help us clean the place. and Ill give you a key. Opposite ends of the corridor... Also a can or two of food wouldn't go a miss. Bit sick of the same old stuff we have had."
Damon was quite aware this man may be scheming. For someone to not shoot them down meant they were either a good honest person or had a scheme. Damon doubted the good honest person side of events.
He lowered his weapon slightly "But if you make one move. Or lay a finger on Samantha. I wont hesitate. I wont mess around playing games and torturing you. I will put a bullet in you and continue to eat my breakfast. Do we have a deal and Understanding?"
Just as he exepcted. Guns drawn on him. He stood there with his hand up, one of them holding the M16 by the barrell. He made sure to have his finger no where near the trigger in case they were the jumpy sorts and he slowly and deliberatly slung the M16 over his shoulder on the starp. Listening to the purposal he nodded and smiled, directly at Sam. He didn't care if it made her uncomfortable. They weren't at the "Comfort Inn" He could and did agree to their deal. His slight nod comfirming that it sounded fair... A room at the other end of the coridoor he mused. Interesting that they didn't want him on a different floor. He had them outgunned sure, but they had him outnumbered. And two guns are better than one no matter how big they are. He supposed they wanted to keep an eye on him. That's good he fully intended to keep an eye on them too.
Ethan: The terms are agreeable, but lets do it quietly ok?
Ethan looked at the young couple with a cold calculating mind. The young man told him he didn't trust him. And said he shouldn't be trusted either. Hm. Trust. It's something you have to bleed to earn now days... The mere thought of putting in that much effort into building a trust between another person filled Ethan with loathing. He was much more used to the way he did things. In his last group, Ethan quietly pulled the strings and twisted the truth unreconizable, he plotted AND schemed until he saw himself in charge. He would plant seeds of distrust in others, observe tiny details; like the lovely samantha's problems with substances, and he would watch the wounds fester. Watch as everyone in the group ripped each other apart, until he could come in and be the voice of reason. The leadership that was lacking in the group due to his own poisoning. And people would listen, they appointed him the leader of the last group, after he was the reason they lacked leadership in the first place. Bunch of Imbecils. He looked at Damon and unsheathed his machete...
Ethan: Give me all the even numbered keys on this floor... I'll clear those, you two take the odd numbered ones... We can baricade the stairs to the second floor until we get a chance to clear it out later... We don't have to be friends, we don't have to like each other... But we're here so we might as well be civil. I did follow you two in. I was about to head in myself when i saw you on the street. i thought i'd see what you were up to, but when i saw you had the same idea as me i decided i should come grab a room for myself...
Ethan spoke at a near whisper. As he did he watched how they acted, reacted. How they acted towards teach other, he was taking notes on all of it. The man, seemed awfuly protective of the girl.... That ment Girlfriend, sister? He didn't see any wedding rings so wife was out of the question, He made note of the fact that she stood behind him too.... Lacks courage, possibly unsure if she could handle the situation on her own that was interesting as well. He saw Samantha scratching at her arm. Another classic tell. She was suffering.... He was laughing in his head as he noticed these subtle cues, he had only spent a few minutes with them and they were already telling him so much about them... He was sure that in time... He find a way to make himself the one calling the shots.... Make them look to him for guidance.... Two was better than none, and if he could get them under his thumb, well.... Let's just see what happens he thought as he looked at Damon waiting for the keys.
Last Edit: Aug 18, 2016 20:02:34 GMT -5 by Deleted
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Aug 20, 2016 14:24:18 GMT -5
Damon was not showing it but he noticed the way the man looked at Samantha. Calculating whether or not he was a psychopath of sorts. Whatever was going on, he didn't like it. He would keep an eye on this guy, try and ensure he didn't leave Samantha exposed and alone with him. He could be a criminal or pervert. These days guys probably didn't come across girls like Samantha very often. Especially a former model.
Damon could understand with a man like this a power struggle could occur. The man would try to prod Damon. See if he could order him around. He listened and nodded in agreement yet just to show he wouldn't take orders he decided to make a small gesture, handing him the odd numbered keys.
"You find anything whistle or clap your hands... We split whatever we find. Any water, food 66-33. Try and be quiet. And when your done return all the keys except the last."
Damon wanted to ensure they were positioned closer to the entrance to the hotel. If this guy had friends or anything they would hear him in the hallway. Damon also wanted to be remote from him too sleep. He had done a lot today and a nice uninterrupted night could go a long way. He gave Samantha the key to room number two, which they would check first.
Post by Samantha Wesley on Aug 20, 2016 16:02:16 GMT -5
Sam held the key that Damon handed her and glanced at the other man. She didn't like how he was looking at her. Funny, for someone who used to make her living by people looking at her, nowadays it made her terribly uncomfortable.
The man was clean cut, he looked like he'd never done a hard days work in his life, in her opinion. Meant he was used to having others do things for him, she thought. Sam noticed how Damon spoke protectively about her, warning the man. It made her feel good that he thought that much of her, and wanted to keep her safe.
Key in hand, she turned and headed for the hallway. She turned left, following the written numbers on the doors. She wanted to get this over with. Damon said they split what they found. This place wasn't open for business, what did he think they would find? Sam stopped at the room at the very end of the hall. A door to the outside was at the end of the hall. "Damon," she went to the door and tried to turn the handle. Locked. She let out a breath, relieved it was locked. That meant no one had come in that way. She moved back to the door and tapped, listening. Silence answered her, so she tried the handle and it opened. No reason to be locked if no one was staying in it. She slowly opened the door to an empty room.
A smile came across Ethan's face as he was handed the odd numbered keys instead of the even numbered ones. It was a test, a small test but a test none the less of ability to follow instructions and defiance, complainace what have you. Damon would prove to be a task to control... The other one though. He thought, if i can get my control over her in any small way it will go a long way into reigning in the steely eyed maverick with the unjustified bravado. He took the keys and slipped them in his pocket. With his M16 hanging off his back he started down the hall without another word. It would be good to sleep in a real bed he thought. A bed and a desk i can take some notes at. Pity there's no electricity the ac would feel devine at the moment... The hotel was stuffy and humid, the smell of paint and dust. He made it to the end of the hall way and cast a glance at the two at the other end. He saw the woman open a door... Hm. She's not as timid as i imagine. At least she does some things for herself. That's nice. Truth be told Ethan had no sexual interest in the girl whatso ever... Not that he was disinterested in women, it just didn't serve his purpose. His only purpose that ever truley mattered. Finding a way to survive. He slipped the key into the keyhold and turned it, inside the latch flipped and there was a soft metalic click and a rusty squeek. So much for rennovations... The room he opened the door to was a depressing affair with wallpaper hanging off the wall and bloodstains on the bed. My my he mused stepping into the dark room... Crossing the room he opened the curtain to let in some of the light... He looked around and saw that it was empty.. This room told some sort of sad story, a tragic tale of someone's final moments... What happened at this motel? Unbenonst to them... The place had a dark past. One that told the story of the hotel not being closed for rennovations, but closed so the owner would have a place quiet and discrete to carry out devilish deeds... The kind of deeds that would leave bloodstains on the conforter and a reeking desperation crying out from the very air that your breath... Ethan ran his slender fingertips over the blood, a smile gracing his thin lips and he made his way around the bed... Oh he would have loved to peek inside the mind of the man who did this, he could picture it now....
Ethan: My my, what an interesting fellow, that owned this place.
Checking the bathroom there was nothing there save for some bloody towels and smears of red on the sink and floor. It appears the bathroom was in need of remodel too. Pity he thought as he closed the door to the room and the horrors that lied within it. He stepped back out into the main hall and noticed that the young couple were still in one of the rooms. He faced the door across from the room he was in. Putting his ear to the door when he thought he heard movement... He pulled his machete and unlocked the door... He stepped inside... There was movement in here... He crept quiet. Slowly, with his back to the wall he peeked aruond the corner into the room from the little entranceway. He saw handcuffed to the bed a walker... It was naked... There were more bloodstains on this comforter too and the story became clear why the place was "closed for rennovations" and why not much work had been done on the place... Who closes a hotel for rennovations after all and doesn't update the keys to the more modern card carrying sorts anyways? Ethan's smile faded when he saw the poor abursed girl who had turned from having her throat slashed on the bed.. He was wrong. He hated being wrong... The man who owned the establishment wasn't an interesting fellow at all. He was the garden variety pervert and a dime a dozen at that... Ethan sighed and buried his macheted in her head and looked over to the left... There was a camcorder on a tripod set up just at the end of the bed... Well, if the camera works, maybe it will make an interesting case study for my notes later in the evening.... He did so love jumping into someone's mind and trying to figure them out like a little puzzle, it was like a game to Ethan and a very fun one at that. The crazy ones..... They always presented the best challenge... Closing the door to the sad story he slipped the key in his back pocket.. Oh yes, he thought this one will definatly be my room for the evening.. I just have to get rid of that foul creature on the bed and then i can have a good night's sleep.. Standing in the hall he saw Damon, he gave him a slight nod and began checking the other rooms of the horror hotel.
Last Edit: Aug 21, 2016 2:44:26 GMT -5 by Deleted
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Aug 21, 2016 10:04:11 GMT -5
Damon and Samantha had begun to search rooms. Taking it one at a time part of his mind was very sleepy whilst another was alert, as if the hotel had a presence or a shadow hanging over it. He saw in the second room unlike the first the bathroom door was slightly ajar. A small groaning sound was accompanied by the sound of something hitting plastic.
Inside he saw a walker wrapped in shower curtains. Her body had no blood or marks. Yet on the floor was an empty bottle of pain killers. He picked it up thinking this could have been Samantha. He met her what felt like nearly half a year ago now in an apartment in New Orleans. Since then they had come far.
Damon saw a piece of paper in the walkers pocket and once he had inserted his knife through the forehead took it to read. The note was a suicide note dated to a few months since the outbreak. It detailed the woman's lack of motivation to live and growing hatred of her husband. The walkers face resembled one he had seen on a reception photograph. He looked left to Samantha who was still in the bedroom "Think this woman was one of the owners. She has a wedding ring around her finger. Decent size diamond. Not cheap."
Damon unravelled the walker and used the shower curtain to drag its body out of the room without staining the carpet with what little blood there was. When in the hall he left the walkers corpse, they could clear them out later when the hotel was clear. They definetly would not use this room. The first room was much cleaner and bigger.
Damon saw Samantha standing still for a moment having nodded at the Dr when outside and gave her a cheeky nudge from behind "Penny for your thoughts?"
Post by Samantha Wesley on Aug 21, 2016 19:35:29 GMT -5
Sam waited til the doc went into his next room. She glanced at Damon, as he asked her thoughts. Yes, she had been quiet. This place gave her the creeps. Something was off in this place.
She'd seen the dead woman. Dead . This place was supposed to be closed, being renovated and now they found this. She stared down at the corpse, then looked back at Damon." Don't trust him. This place is off, he's off." She spoke softly, her hand clenching around her bat." He's too.... Calm, cold." She locked eyes on Damon," don't let your guard down, okay?" She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, before stepping to the next door.
She wanted this over with. Who knew what was waiting in here? Slowly she tapped and listened, then opened the door. Sam gave a sigh of relief. It was empty, like the first room. She eyed Damon," either I'm lucky, or your cursed." She smirked at him and walked back out of the room. She was taking mental note of the rooms that were clean,and ones that needed cleaning.
Ethan drug the final body out of the final room and laid her the hall... All of them women, all of them victims to a deviant sexual predetor.. This man was a serial killer, still a pervert but not your garden variety at all. Ethan smiled looking down at the bodies... He'd love for a chance to explore this old place and see what other mysteries could be discovered here. Learn more about the owner and his "sickness" Ethan missed being a psychiatrist. Mostly he delt with bored housewives who thought their rich husbands were cheating on them... In which case Ethan would sigh and pretend to listen and understand while he quietly drew pictures in the margines of his patient notes, often times pictures of him murdering the patient who was annoying him in the current moment... Sociopath. He seriously doubted the young couple he was currently with, would devluge anything of great importance to him. Looking here at the bodies in the hall, he counted seven naked women all murdered and molested and left to rot in tombs with nasty yellow wallpaper. Ethan slowly drug them outside by an exit door right by his room at the end of the hall. He drug them out to the parking lot one at a time and made a pile.... He'd burn them later. For now they weren't going anywhere... Now to search the room for whatever supplies i can find, he thought.
He found in his search, a suitcase with some spare clothes, toiletry things such as razors, shaving cream, deoderant, serval bottles of cologn and a few bottles of pills for depression... Ethan pocketed those... If he did offer Samantha therapy later, at least he could write her a perscription now. He zipped up the suitcase and set it aside, looking over the rest of his findings laid out on his blood stained bed with a satisfied smile... A wallet containg $59 dollars (in ones and fives ) If they got the electricity working he could use it on the vending machines, 4 dollars in loose spare change, a 9mm handgun tucked in a mini fridge, in one room he found some illegle narcotics strewn all over the room. The table, the nightstand, the bed... In the bathroom.... Seemed this location (Room 7 ) was his hang out spot to get high. We all have our little rituals. Samatha could "find these" if someone wasn't careful he thought with a pleased smile. Then the poor girl would need a doctor and since i'm the only doctor around i belive i've found my in. Once i've saved her life i'll have more trust from the Maverick with the golf club. Then i can begin my "Therapy sessions" Ethan, in the times before the outbreak used to brainwash his patients, because he was a bored narsasistic sociopath who wanted to test the limits of his influence. If he could get Sam to agree to talk to him, to convince her that Therapy and talking to someone might help with her addiction struggles then he would finally have a modicum of control.... The process of brainwashing wasn't difficult. Especailly with druggies and weak minded individuals such as Sam. Damon would be tough to brain wash, but Sam would be a sunny walk in the park. Whispering your influence in carefullly chosen words, that make the suggestions "seem" more like realizations instead of demands. Plant the seeds of what you want and watch the results grow.. From there it was just repetition repetition repetition. The deeper they fall under your control, the more direct you can give out your orders until, they will do just about anything you say... Ethan sighed knowing this wasn't anywhere close to fruition. He looked over the rest of what he found. Some family photo albumn, another suitcase, this one containing leather outfits whips and chains, how perfectly vulgar. And possibly the best find, he found a pack of cigerettes.... We all have our little vices right? He stepped out into the hall and signaled Damon that his end was all clear. What's next Maverick. He thought. What will your next move be? Taking a drag off his cigerette he watched Damon and Sam at the other end of the hall, not taking his eyes off them for a single moment.
Last Edit: Aug 22, 2016 7:39:51 GMT -5 by Deleted
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Aug 22, 2016 8:13:33 GMT -5
Damon nodded when Samantha said not to trust him "You know your the only person I trust these days." Damon smiled after she kissed him on the cheek and picked up his golf club again. After a few minutes he had searched a few rooms with Samantha. Found the body of a painter in overalls, another walker who had a tool box which he placed in his own room. The tools would be useful in fixing up the place and setting some traps outside. Damon then grabbed the hammer and walked into the hall seeing a vending machine. He took the hammer and smashed the glass. "Not likely we are getting the power up anytime soon."
Damon looked down the hall at the doctor and was still trying to get what he was about. He certainly didn't trust the guy near Samantha. He surely wasn't going to take any crap from this guy. Damon wanted to be in control of his own destiny. He wasn't one to follow orders and that's why he never existed in a group. He spent over two years alone in the apocalypse. Samantha was the first and only person he had let in. He was tuned to survive in this world. Where to find food, the time to kill, the time to run. Damon was smart enough and learned enough to survive.
Damon grabbed a Snickers bar and offered it to Samantha "Never asked but you don't have any allergies before... Seems weird it never came up. I know so much about you yet we still come across little bits of information like this."
Damon emptied the machine leaving a third of what he found on the floor for the Doc, the rest he passed to Samantha. Once it was empty he tipped the machine on its side and signalled the Doc. "Hey... Would you help me move this thing..."
Damon wanted to use it to block the stairs. He was far too interested in sleep to search another floor. He saw the cigarette and looked at the Doc for a moment. He really wished the guy wasn't a smoker. Damon had quit weeks earlier to try and show Samantha he could quit something with her. She was at least a few months clean. A part of him hoped this guy wasn't the staying type. Damon preferred things when it was just he and Samantha. He could dedicate all of his time to her, rather than focusing on external threats.
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