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Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Aug 19, 2016 20:50:04 GMT -5
Normally Tegan would object whenever someone said that a Dodge Demon was a real car - Tegan preferred Chevy Corvettes - but she thought, climbing in, who the hell am I to argue? "What is this, Old Home Week At The VA?" Tegan said as her and the others climbed into the Demon; as soon as her, Bailey and Tracker climbed in - along with their bags of deer meat/organs - the man threw the Demon into gear and took off over the MacArthur Bridge, turning the corner onto the northern road and heading towards the yacht club building. "Army engineer, huh?" Tegan said as they drove down the road, "well, you guys were always good at your job. So was I when I served," offering Derick a handshake. "Tamara Lyell, Aviation Branch, 1998-2002. Served in the 101st back then....so what brings you to this part of the world?"
Post by Derick Creed on Aug 20, 2016 10:01:24 GMT -5
Smirking a bit, he looked at Tegan quoting the Corp of Engineers motto to her when she said about always good at they're jobs. "We will clear the way." Hearing what branch and for how long, he nodded his head. "Corp of engineers, South Carolina Division; 1996-2013. My division of the Corp built Victory Base back in 2001. My area of the world had been wiped out by a massive walker horde. We fought and fought, but no matter what...we lost. I'm one of few that was able to get out when our buildings fell and everyone else decided to run. I barely gotten out myself. So I took my Devil here and decided to drive west to see if it was any better off or not. But from what I've seen so far." He looked around a bit before looking back at Tegan. "Looks like the rest of the world isn't any better off then my old Home. So I'm just trying to find a place where I belong now. Now the question I have for you Stick Buddy, What can this Engineer do for you? I can build walls and shelters. If you have anything that runs on an engine, I can fix it."
His brown eyes fell on David and Lawrence as the two were arguing. Clearing his throat. "Now, this car might be better looking then your face. But it's not gay. Make an insult like that again, then I'll have to teach you a lesson on respect and manners when your around the presences of ladies. Now since you and I have gotten off on the wrong foot big boy. I'm Lieutenant Derick Creed." He held his hand out towards David. David looked at the hand and took it for a moment shaking it then let go. "David Forest, this guy here who took my M16 is my younger brother Lawrence Forest. And Boss...please tell me this isn't another one of your army buddies?" Turning his head back to Tegan. "Another? Now this is Interesting...ground troop or another pilot?"
Bailey didn't much care for the big buff guy with the giant head and the gay car. He talked to much... No one you first meet now days talks this god dam much, unless they were dumb... He didn't looked dumb. He looked like somone Bailey wanted to kick in the head repeatedly though until his lips stopped moving.. Sighed and listened as he bragged about being able to build walls and shelters and fix anything and then she had enough.. Tegan hadn't said anything but she was never one to shy away from speaking her mind and pointing out bullshit... Lets see if this guy was on the up and up.
Bailey: If you're so god dam great at building walls.... Why aren't you behind some right now? Why are you cruising the streets in Liberachi's ride? And what the fuck does it matter if he's a ground troop or a pilot? i didn't know we were taking god dam roll call... You ask a lot of questions you know that? How bout you shut the fuck for awhile?
Bailey was aggrivated. She knew that Tegan called the shots for the Scouts and Scavengers, and she didn't want to be insubordanant, but dam man. Anyone can come up and "say" anything they fucking wanted.. There was no way of knowing for sure this guy was all the fancy shit he said he was. We're just supposed to take a strangers word at face value now? Invite him into the group and give him a god dam cup of coffee and a complimentary mint for his god dam pillow? Bailey wasn't like Melody in that regaurd... If Bailey would have happened upon Quinn out across the water, Bailey would have shot at her to scare her off. The people in her group came first she wasn't keen on risking their lives just letting anyone join the party.. Bailey didn't trust Derick because the way he acted was suspcious to her. He was way to god dam friendly and saying shit like "What can i do for YOU?" INSTEAD OF What can these people do for me. No on survives this long with that minds set so to Bailey.... Motherfucker was up to something and she wanted to know what the fuck it was... She stood there with her across her chest... Her leather jacket covered in walker blood and her plaid skirt flowing gently in the breeze. Baileys walnut brown hair pulled back into a ponytail to keep the hair out of her eyes.... Eyes that were narrowed and staring daggers into the guy she didn't trust. Not one god dam bit.
Post by Derick Creed on Aug 20, 2016 15:11:10 GMT -5
Before the lady Tegan could spoke up, the little girl began to run her mouth off like a sailor mixed with a Marine. Slowly raising an eyebrow, he just just faced the girl who seemed to have alot to say for such a small frame. When she was done yapping like a small dog, he slowly crouched down so that he was close to her eye level.
Derick: For a person who was just picked up and brought back to her group, you are a very mouthy one. Now with your Five questions to my two, I guess I'll just do a quick run down for your answers your Highness. First, I never said I was a great Wall maker, you shoved that into my mouth much like you did with your prissy attitude. Second, Liberachi's Car is usually a 53 or 62 Pink Cadillac, not a purple and black 70's Dodge Demon. For your third question, I was just asking in case I may know this person or not, a roll call is only for those that are disciplined...I don't think you fall under that category. Your fourth one, me asking alot? Coming from the person who just asked five questions back to back. and your final question, -He leaned closer to her and whispered- No." He slowly stood up looking down at her and then asked. "What's your worse vehicle that needs a look over? I bet you I can figure out whats wrong with it and fix it."
Crossing his arms as he stood there looking down at the girl who he didn't hear her name yet, yet she had enough to say to him before. Now lets see if she had enough UMPH to snap back at him, for how he fired back at her like it was not a damn thing. A smile was on his face as she looked up at him.
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Aug 20, 2016 20:43:17 GMT -5
As they continued along, Tegan was about to add a few more thoughts when Bailey just unloaded on Derick... If you're so god dam great at building walls.... Why aren't you behind some right now? Why are you cruising the streets in Liberachi's ride? And what the fuck does it matter if he's a ground troop or a pilot? i didn't know we were taking god dam roll call... You ask a lot of questions you know that? How bout you shut the fuck for awhile? ...which turned Tegan's face a nice, bright shade of red in embarrassment, looking over at her daughter as if to say you did not just say what the fuck I think you just said? and wanting to say just as much.
Apparently, Derick beat her to it, crouching over so that they were eye-to-eye... For a person who was just picked up and brought back to her group, you are a very mouthy one. Now with your Five questions to my two, I guess I'll just do a quick run down for your answers your Highness. First, I never said I was a great Wall maker, you shoved that into my mouth much like you did with your prissy attitude. Second, Liberachi's Car is usually a 53 or 62 Pink Cadillac, not a purple and black 70's Dodge Demon. For your third question, I was just asking in case I may know this person or not, a roll call is only for those that are disciplined...I don't think you fall under that category. Your fourth one, me asking alot? Coming from the person who just asked five questions back to back. and your final question, -He leaned closer to her and whispered- No." He slowly stood up looking down at her and then asked. "What's your worse vehicle that needs a look over? I bet you I can figure out whats wrong with it and fix it."
Sitting back, thinking of what she was going to say to Bailey about her manners later, Tegan just shook her head and said without a trace of deadpan in her voice, "Derick, once we get all this meat and everything sorted out and put away in the refrigerators and all here, how'd you like to join the Scouts?"
Post by Jason Kern on Aug 20, 2016 22:37:21 GMT -5
Slowly opening his eyes, he didnt realize he fell asleep.It was a young girls yelling that woke him up. Slowly sitting up, he saw that Julie wasn't there. Nodding his head, he saw that she had left the water bottle. Taking it slowly, he downed the hatch and the near full bottle of water was now sliding down his throat. Putting it back, he stood up slowly and made his way to the door. He grabbed his M4 and slung it over himself and made his way down stairs using the banisters to help keep him steady. Stepping closer and closer, he could hear a heated argument going on which made his temper go from cute and cuddling Viking to Ice cold hate. Pushing the door open for the outside, he saw Lawrence flipping out on his brother, the voice to the girl who woke him up from the yelling at a face he hasn't seen before but saw him wearing dog tags. His eyes then fell on Tegan who was standing there as if in shock as to what was going. Cracking his neck, he let out a very loud high pitch whistle.
Yelling now, but not at the top of his lungs type of yelling. Just added his full depth to it. "Who decided it was a good damn Idea to Yell and start an massive argument on Someone else's property and wake a Now Very Pissed off Viking? Hm?!? Speak up! I want to know who it was that woke me from my slumber as I'm trying to recover from three fucking gunshot wounds!" His eyes looked at everyone with a fire in his eyes as they finally fell on Bailey who couldn't shrink anymore then she could. "I spent alot of Hours Flying around this blasted country, across the states, in a damn thunder storm from hell, Got shot three times and to only have someone yelling out here?!? How would you feel if this ill fate was on you? Please share your mind! I'm Already up now!"
Last Edit: Aug 20, 2016 22:39:00 GMT -5 by Jason Kern
Bailey shrunk back at the sound of the booming voice, but only for a second. She was still piss fired mad. The voice had startled her, the way someone unexpectedly touching your shoulder would, but she wasn't quivering in her boots over a little yelling. She could yell right back. And the way she was feeling at the moment she was going to. It pissed her off the way this arrogant jackass got in her face just now. Put his dumb face right in hers and smugly told her no and then dismissed her like she was a child and he didn't have to listen to her. When he had a switchblade in his god dam throat he'd listen she bet.. You don't blantly disregard anyone in this day in age... Even a teenager can end your life if properly motivated, and in this world it didn't take much... She glared at the pompus ass...She didn't understand why everyone was actually so god dam friendly they should be finding out if this guy was alone or had more people waiting to fuckin ambush the place, was he scoping this place out or what? Why weren't these questions being answered, and then she was just ignorned he went back to talking to Tegan like she was just sent away to the god dam kid's table! Now someone else, she didn't know who (because she didn't witness last night's events, pocketz took the radio and ran outside leaving bailey to wonder what was going on ) was yelling at her... Bailey stormed out of the room that they were in and marched off to the direction the booming voice was coming from.. She saw who it was it was the big guy who looked like he just ate a shit sandwhich and was waiting for a refund. Or in this case an apology. FAT FUCKING CHANCE! Bailey glared at him and didn't back down... She was tired of getting pushed around today. This was the last god dam straw... Since this trip started, Connor has joined us, Elza, The guy in the weird van with that quiet girl, Brandon, and now this guy.... Sure we only have 70 god dam people... its not like we already have mouths to feed... Let's bring more in without asking any questions whatso ever... Oh you're military? cool here's my god dam gun and all my food, you want women and children too? I don't mind if you're a fucking psycho and want to come in and fuck shit up! i'm just trying to be hospitible... It wasn't even Tegan's call to make... She couldn't just invite people to join up and come stay on the isle... She's going to get ups all kicked the fuck out of here... There are limits to people's hospitality.
Bailey looked at the guy who had just scoled her... Yet another fucking dickhead thinking i'm a kid? Bailey looked at him intensly for a moment... She let her eyes burn him with a fire of pure anger. Then she finally spoke...
Bailey: Listen here you not so jolly green asshole. I had it about up to here with people not taking me seriously... Why do you think i wanted to join the scouts... And you know what? NO ONE LISTENS TO ME STILL so i'm sorry.... i don't feel bad for you... if it was that bad you wouldn't be standing would you? Now why don't you turn around and go lay back down like a good little boy before i fucking shoot you a fourth time?!?!?!?
Bailey walked to the door and stormed out leaving everyone in stunned silence... She didn't give two shits at the moment... That guy was shot. She doubt that "hurt feelings" were on the top of his priorities list... He didn't know shit about hurt feelings... Not like what she was feeling right now.. She felt stupid, and she didn't know why she was being treated like her opinon didn't matter.. But fuck em.... She just kept walking... she was walking across the bridge now heading into the city. She needed to get away from everyone, no one was save at the moment from her biting tounge and if she stay there a moment longer she was going to turn her frustrations on Tegan next... Tegan had told her she had what it took to be a leader and then immediatly ignorned Bailey's instincts... Bailey didn't trust Derick... He was immediatly friedly and overly helpful, he asked questions about who was in their group and what kind of military training they had. To Bailey those things screamed of somoeone trying to get their foot in the door so they could plot and scheme against her group... That's what her gut was telling her she didn't know why Tegan didn't see it or at least ask Bailey how she felt about it... She brought her under her wing so they could be a team didn't she? Bailey was across the bridge and back into the city now... She just kept walking along until she found a bunch of old apartments.... She walked up to one and found an open door... Stepping inside she could smell an old musty smell... She tapped on the wall long enough for anyting inside to hear and just listened....... Nothing. She was alone... She closed and locked the door. All three locks and the deadbolt..... The asshole who lived here must've been paranoid. and fell onto the couch and just sat there, still mad, though not as much after her long walk. Bailey sat there wondering if she should even go back at all.
Last Edit: Aug 20, 2016 23:44:03 GMT -5 by Deleted
Grabbing his walkie, he pushed the button. "Preacher, Wolverine. Get your asses up here pronto. You got a mark to recover." Looking at Lawrence who was listening, he simply nodded his head. He continued. "The groups hunter and tracker is going to help you guys bring her back. Bring her back. She wants to Act like a child, then she will be treated like One. Take your clearing gear, she is armed." "10-4 Recon Leader...and shouldn't you be in bed boss man?" Jason just growled as he slowly sat himself down to the ground. The wounds opened up again and began to bleed. Pulling out a Cigar, he lights it. 'Let the games begin.' Lawrence ran up ahead as the two men that worked along side Jason went running towards him. All three were hauling ass and without a problem yet, they crossed the bridge. Lawrence looked down and began to follow her tracks all the way to an old apartment complex. Sighing a bit, Lawrence could see where this was going to lead. Swinging David's M16 around into his hands he checked the slide of the Masterkey and saw there was shells inside it. The three men ran to the buildings. Looking around, he followed the tracks again. Her boots leaving mud tracks gave the spot she was hiding away. Holding his hand, Wolverine and Preacher stayed back. Going to the side of the door, Lawrence yelled in.
Lawrence: Yo Quarter Stack! If you don't want to be treated like a Child then you best get your little white ass out here or I'll break my foot in through this fucking door and carry you like a child. SO whats it going to be? Come back like an Adult or be carried back and hog tied like a child? This is your choice. And be warned, Jason sent his two guys along and they are packing heavy non lethal fire power....the kind that will hurt like hell if you run. I'm going to count down. 3...2...1..."
Bailey: Fuck all of you! Your all assholes who treat me like a damn child! -Starts shooting at the door. One of the rounds his Lawrence in the side.-
Hearing the clicking of her handgun, he brought the masterkey up and blasted the door knob, and a couple of the locks with the first blast, His blasting didn't stop til the whole side of the door with the locks was now gone and splinters. Kicks the door and see's Bailey loaded a fresh clip. Jumps to the side as she starts shooting again. Wolverine and Preacher ran to the door. Taking out a Flash bang and a stun grenade, they both pulled the pins, waited a second, tossed them both in at the same time. Both grenades didn't have a chance to hit the floor when they went off. Bailey unloaded her clip again and now was an easy target. The two ran in pinning her to the couch. The one took out a pair of Zip tie cuffs. Turning her over, they put her hands behind her and slid the cuffs on and tighten them. Lifting her up off the couch, they brought her out until Lawrence said. "Wait, she's got a switch blade." Checking her over, he found it hidden and pulled it out. They walked back to Belle isle with one pissed off Bailey in their arms. They walked to everyone and set her down on her knees and left their hands on her shoulders.
Jason: Cut her free. -They looked at him like what the fuck.- Did I stutter, Cut her free from the cuffs.
They did so as he stood up and walked over to her. Kneeling down as more blood came out of his wounds. Grunting out loud, he pulled out his Glock and slammed it into her hand. His eyes were on the 16 year olds. "You make a threat, you don't walk away. Be an adult and Do it." He helped her by lifting the gun up and placed it against his forehead. "Just remember, I'm the God father for Tyler."
Bailey stood there fuming... It wasn't enough that the treated her like nothing, but they drug her back.. Just so he could play this stupid game with her... The way she was feeling she gave serious thought to blasting off a pinky toe at least... He had the gun to his head and waiting for Bailey to do something... Bailey's fingers wrapped around the grip of the gun as she eyed the guy. She knew he was trying to prove a point, but she was pissed and she wasn't in the mood to hear any points trying to be made to her. Bailey pressed the pin releasing the lock, and pulled the slide off, she disambled the gun in her hand and then threw the pieces into the river....
Bailey: Hope you can swim asshole.
Walking past him she shoulder bumped him.. He was way bigger than her and didn't even budge despite his injuries, but you know what she didn't care. She didn't appreciate being drug back.. She was half tempted to leave again until she saw Julie standing there crying... Shit, that hurt. That made her feel terrible. She didn't want to kill the guy, she was never going to pull the trigger on him, but if he wanted to be a dick and prove a point she had one to prove too. She wasn't acting out because she was a bratty little girl, she was lashing out because she was a survivor, a person who's very life was impacted by every descion the group made, and she didn't want to be excluded from the descion making process she wanted a seat at the table... She could be a little hot tempered yea, but she still had a good head on her shoulders and didn't do reckless shit because she was angry. If you pissed her off you were going to get told about it, plain and simple, but her anger never put anyone in jepordy. She was entitled to her own god dam emotions no matter if others didn't like them or not. As she walked past Julie and Tegan she looked at Julie.
Bailey: Sorry Julie.
Bailey walked past Tegan and stopped a moment and gave her a look and shook her head before walking back inside... They were going to force her to stay here, then she really didn't feel like looking at anyone right now... She would have came back. Eventually. After she calmed down, but she never got that chance. She was dragged back... And that was the point, they couldn't stop seeing her as a child instead of the young woman she was. Baily walked inside and found a nice quiet room to sit and just try and stop being so pissed off.
Julie wasn't crying anymore, she too was angry as she marched over to Kern who was starting to get up. Julie got in his face. Not caring about the size difference or even that his stitches were back open... she closed them once, if he wanted to disobey her orders and get up; and she told him specifically not to get out of bed, then one of the bell isle medics could close them again.
Julie: What the hell are you thinkin puttin a gun in that girl's hand? Huh? Don't'chu know what she's been through? She grew up in foster care never knowin form day to day if the people in her life at that moment were goin to be there the next moment, always getting shuffled off from one place to the next a revolvin door of people just fallin out of her life...*Julie had heard the argument between them before all this happened* She has every right to say what she feels! No one her whole dam life has listened to her.... And you wanna put a gun in her hand? Are you insane? *Julie looked at Teagn now frustrated with her because she hasn't said a word this whole time, she just stood there and watched* You need to go talk to her Tamara.... She needs to know that you're not just one more person who's going to fall out of her life.... *Julie looked back to Kern* And if you ever do some pull some shit like that again.... I'll rip your stitches out myself.... Are we understandin each other?
Julie walked off now too, shaking her head unable to believe that Kern put a gun in the hands of an emotional teenager and dared her to pull the trigger, and we were going to make him the god father? What kind of fucking parenting is that? She thought as she headed back inside.. she didn't bother to look at Tegan when she past her she only went inside and slammed the door behind her.
As he stood up, Julie decided to get into his face and blowing up on him as if he should know every piece of that girls history. And when he did hear what it was, he just shook his head at Julie. Before she could get out of his vocal range, he said one thing to her. "Yet you don't try to control her and let her do what she wants." Shaking his head again and now fully up, he waved his guys away who were trying to help him. He limped to his Helicopter where he climbed into the back of it. Closing the one side and closing the other mostly, he laid on the cold steel flooring as he smoked his cigar, looking at the ceiling. He really thought about leaving. If those two were willing to act like this, he could only imagine what it's going to be later on. Shaking his head, he took a heavy puff off his cigar.
Jason: *sighs heavily* Mary....I wish you could be here and help. I know you'd be able to calm people down.
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Aug 21, 2016 12:14:11 GMT -5
Julie walked off now too, shaking her head unable to believe that Kern put a gun in the hands of an emotional teenager and dared her to pull the trigger, and we were going to make him the god father? What kind of fucking parenting is that? She thought as she headed back inside.. she didn't bother to look at Tegan when she past her she only went inside and slammed the door behind her.
Hearing Julie that angry under the circumstances brought a chill to Tegan; she didn't know what was worse: Bailey acting out the way she had (which still shocked her) or Tegan doing what she had done (effectively aggravating the situation)...she also knew that, the more events like this happened, the more she would begin to lose control of the Scouts and that was something she couldn't let slide....but what do I do? she thought, over and over....what do I do?
Remembering Julie's words to her< Tegan took off after Bailey, calling after her. "Bailey!" she called out. "Bailey, where are you?" She didn't care if her words caused a scene; she needed to talk to her daughter and the sooner, the better...
Post by Lawrence Forest on Aug 21, 2016 17:28:16 GMT -5
Lawrence just stood there looking at the major blow up going on. Shaking his head, he didn't like to see the group breaking like this. Turning away, he had to deal with a matter of his own. The bullet that Bailey shot was still inside him. With a hand over the wound, he walked around until he found the nurses station. A female he wasn't introduced to asked straight out. "What seems to be your problem sir?" Taking his jacket and shirt off, he looked at her with a raised eye brow. "Oh I dont know, maybe I was shot earlier during our hunting trip." The woman looked at him with an annoyance. "Sir, cut the attitude. If you want help, you have to be a little nicer then that."
Going over to the one bed, he sat down on it looking at her. "We could keep talking about this all day about the proper use of the English language and the barriers between our two different life styles miss, but the longer I sit here waiting, the more blood is going to be needing to be cleaned up off your floor. Now I'm sorry if I'm a bit snappy right now...just how I get when I have a bullet still inside my body floating around like a parasite." It was the nurses turn to roll her eyes as she geared up. "Lay back, I'll get it out of you." He did as he was told. With her gloves on, she took out a pair of forceps and pushed them into the wound feeling it around. Biting down hard as he didn't want to yell, a growl came out of his clutched jaws. Slowly, she pulled it out of the wound to show the handgun bullet. "You want me to toss it or do you want to keep it?" He was quick to answer, "I want to keep it. Got a spare jar you can drop it in? Want to keep it as a reminder." Nodding her head, she went to a counter pulling out a plastic cup and dropped it in. Then she screwed the black cap onto it and handed it to Lawrence. "Now sir, I have to stitch you up. Make sure you get a few days of down time and tell the person who shot you to aim better. Seems they need to practice a bit more."
He didn't want to tell her that it was actually her shooting at him on purpose. He just laid there as she worked her magic and stitched him up. Once done, he put on his shirt and slid on his jacket. Getting off the bed, he took the bullet with him and left the nurses building. He walked slowly to his Toyota and hopped into the two seated truck. Taking a blunt out of his glove box, he lit it up and slowly smoked it. He was debating to let both his bosses to know that he was injured and had to be on down time now or not. Just sitting there, he leaned his head back a bit as the mixture blunt was doing it's own magic onto him. "Damn that girl is fucking crazy...all the shit I do for the group and I get shot for giving her a damn choice? Fuckin bullshit that is."
Julie was more than a little flustered at everything that had happened. She was leaning against a wall trying to catch her breathe. Lately when Tyler kicked it was like he was trying to visiously assult her internal organs... Little guy kicked hard. She caught her breathe and continued down the hallway, placing her hand on the wall to keep her balance as she went along. She found her room she shared with Tegan and grabbed her jacket and her police baton off the bed. She wanted to go for a walk. She'd been cramped up here since they got to Bell Isle and honestly exercise is good for the baby.. Plus it'd give her a chance to clear her head. She heard one of the Bell Isle people talking about the "cleared zone" how it was free of all walker activity... And how it was mostly fenced off but they were still clearing out park of Jefferson avenue... Julie caught most of the conversation but she didn't eavsdrop she just happened to be walking past and heard it. She slipped on her jacket. and grabbed her poilice baton from the bed. Slipping it into her jacket pocket she headed down the stairs... She stepped outside and saw one of the scouts over by the bridge... Walking up to him she got his attention.
Julie: Hey you! Give me your radio.
Scout: What?
Julie: I'm going out for a walk. Give me your radio.
Scout: Does Tegan know?
Julie: Do i need her permission? Or yours for that matter? Give me your radio or i'm going out without one.
Scout: *Hands her his radio* At least let me come with you.
Julie: Honey, i don't need no babysitter. I'm a big girl and if i ever stop being a big girl i'll be sure to come'a running to you for help ok? *Julie notices the silencer on his gun* Let me borrow that thang too the silencer.... *Looking up at the guy who was staring at her now* Come on now lemme have it. There was a herd here just a day ago if i get in'ta trouble and have to shoot something you want me bringing another herd down on us? Give'itup.
Julie attached the silencer to her pistol and smiled. She turned and started across the bridge and into the city... She was walking a good while and to be honest it felt good to just get out of the confined space and spread her legs abit. She walked through the streets sticking mostly to the sidewalks. She had been walking a good 45 minutes when she came across a little park.. Smiling a bit she walked over and sat down on the swing. Grasping the chains she was suspended from she allowed herself to swing a bit lightly. Just staring down at the dirt letting her feet drag a bit to keep herself from going to fast. She needed the break... Just'a moment to sit for a bit. She figured she should be headed back soon. She was getting pretty far out and she had no idea if she was even still in the cleared zone to be honest. She thought about everything that had gone so right for her. Finding Lane, Finding Bailey, Finding Tegan, Finding this group..... And then she thought of how things were lately witth everyone fighting and, the herd attack, and the way Tegan had barely had time for her most days, so busy with leading the group. She did get to spend last night with her and that had helped, but she felt as though everything was coming undone. She didn't want to see things fall apart.... Julie was lost in thought when she heard a click behind her head. She froze.... There was silence, but she was scared to look. That feeling you get when you know something bad is about to happen... Then suddenly there was a hand pulling her gun from her holster and a nother grabbing her baton and her radio... How many were there? No one said a word! And she was to scared to turn around and see for herself.. Finally someone spoke, and she almost immediatly wished they hadn't...... She felt the gun to back of her head. And aA man with a cigerette in his mouth stepped in front of her and squatted down he was holding her radio in his hand. He smiled at her and took a drag blowing the smoke in her face not caring... Julie started coughing but she didn't speak... She glared at him knowing she fucked up. But she couldn't do a dam thing three against one all of them armed. The man had a HK machine gun in his other hand. He wore a hawian shirt depicting a red and yellow sunset over a black tank top and ripped up jeans... His knee was bandaged with gauze and there was a bloodstain in the center... He took another drag of his cigerette and blew it to the side this time...
Clayton: How ya doin sweetie? My name's Clayton, and these *Motions with the gun to the other men* These.....ARE MY FRIENDS! We couldn't help but notice you sitting out here all alone. We wouldn't be very good people if we didn't stop and see if you needed any help now would we? Do you? Do you need any help sweetheart? * He said with a laugh*
Julie said nothing only glared at him.
Clayton: Well? She don't need no help boys... Maybe we should just leave her here?
Buck: But Clay i thought you said we was gone grab her?
Fankie: Buck how the fuck did you survive this long?
Buck: Because i fuck up the dead and i'm the craziest fucking guy you ever met!
Frankie: Oh are you Buck? You're fuckin crazy?
Clayton: Will you two shut the fuck up!? This sweet little thang was about to tell me her name were'n't you darlin? *Clay puts the Machine Gun to Julie's head*
Julie: It's Julie you piece'o shit!
Clayton: *Smiling real big stood up took a final puff of his smoke and tossed it* Frankie help Julie to the car. She's going to be our guest for awhile... Oh and be delicate you fucking retard. She's got a condition HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Frankie and Buck forced Julie inside a grey SUV at gunpoint; as Clayton slowly made his way over behind them.. He was looking around to see if Julie had any friends watching, he saw none. He opened the driver's side door and took one last look around and saw no one else except the pregnant babe sitting on the swing before getting in the car and speeding off. She had a radio. Ment she had people. She was pregnant so someone was bound to want this one back. What a catch, and i was thinking of calling it an early day too.... Clayton thought as he sped off down the road into the heart of Detroit. The part that Bell Isle hadn't claimed yet, but was already claimed by a much nastier sort of people.
Last Edit: Aug 21, 2016 20:47:49 GMT -5 by Deleted
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