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Post by Jake Porter on Mar 1, 2015 10:58:06 GMT -5
Jake was being ignored as he asked to cut him loose and he just sighed. Then he saw how Dannie shook her head, he knew she meant for him to keep calm and Jake nodded. Then he heard how Dannie tried to bargain nonce more, but it didn’t work.
Then yet another guy joined, who said they all had to shut up and asked what who they were. “Hmmm we hear that a lot.” Jake said referring to him asking them to shut up.
“We are what you can call the new hostages, I think, The name is Jake, I would offer you a handshake, but yeah. ” Jake said as he looked at his hands which were tied. After hat the bitchy girl, Ellen if he was not mistaken the names, spoke to the guy, she didn’t seem happy with his presence though. She asked him to help Charie watch them. “Yeah watch us, cause we can run away.” Jake thought. But since Dannie had given him a look, to make sure he would keep calm, Jake didn’t say that out loud.
Sasha drove the little Ford to some sort of settlement. She didn't know why she had agreed to go to this place with some guy she'd only just met. It was only that, if it wasn't for him, she'd still be locked up and being abused in Queenie's lair. Aron seemed a good guy, which was unusual for her to think as thinking positives about men was something she'd not done since the early days of the outbreak. Ever since the original bandits had raped her, she never thought about men the same way. To add to it, the deluded male psychopath Queenie also sexually abused her, not for pleasure but for pure torment. Most men who seemed good would go against her and reveal their true colours. She wondered if Aron was hiding his true colours, he had to be, why would he save her for no reason?
The little Fiesta roared across Colorado. It had been through a lot and still remained strong and reliable. It was her very first and hopefully last car. She looked over at Aron, he looked a bit guilty that he was making her drive. Hell no would she let some random person drive her car, if it were to be harmed or damaged she'd be in the middle of nowhere and he'd feel her wrath.
She found it odd how both her and Aron were similar. They were foreigners, adapting to their new surroundings. He was a Londoner, she was Russian. Along the ride, they discussed their origins. He didn't miss home because there was nothing for him back home. No family, no home, nothing. She on the other hand had family back there. Family she'd left to move here. Sasha came to the country because she was especially skilled at coding and knew that America was the best place for her to release her potential. This did allow her to have a very well paid and respected job, protecting the US Government computer systems from hackers. She knew things that man didn't. But she'd trade it all in a heartbeat just to be back with her dad and sister.
Sasha knew that trusting the people of the camp was going to be hard. Especially trusting the men. Aron seemed certain that these people were the good kind, but she was going to have to see that herself. A stranger's opinion isn't as valuable as her own. Sasha knew that places like these weren't always what they seemed to be, many settlements were often run by loonies. If that was the case, she'd leg it in the opening minutes. She began to wonder again, was this the thing he was hiding. Maybe he was recruiting her for something. But still the fact that he saved her, she decided she'd stick with him for now.
Sasha pulled up near the entrance of the place. She was still wary of the place and its survivors. She stepped outside. Aron asked if she was ready which she nodded in response. She pulled out her rucksack and equipped it, she chucked Aron his axe. Sasha had her hand close to her gun in its holster. Not that she was going to fire at them, just encase.
Post by Dan-Andrei Moldovan on Mar 1, 2015 12:04:03 GMT -5
When Andrei put out the call for O negative blood, two people came forward. A guy he hadn't met yet and the pirate captain. He only needed one, however.
"Ok, come with me." he said to the stranger. "Captain, you try to get these people to shut up and find out the blood type of the guy who was shot. I can't use too much O negative without killing him."
Turning around, Andrei headed back into the tent, gesturing for Damon to follow him. Time was of the essence. They would be properly introduced after the procedure. As fast as he could, he took out a modified blood transfusion pump. This method was obsolete for a very long time, but Doc Harding had the idea of making it electric-powered.
"Sit here, and we'll get started. Hold out your arm." he kept a professional demeanour, but worked fast. In under a minute the tourniquet was on, area sterilized and vein punctured. The pump was also tied to one of Sterling's veins, transfusing the blood directly. Once Andrei flicked the switch, the electric engine started buzzing and a red fluid could be seen flowing through the tubes.
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Post by Damon Morris on Mar 1, 2015 12:15:54 GMT -5
Damon complied heading over he was thinking how stupid this was, giving blood. He was probably going to be a bit weak for a while and surrounded by strangers with gun shots, shouting and mention of cannibals. He followed the man and sat down holding out his arm and waiting. He stayed silent and watched as events around the camp unfolded. He had never given blood before so he was finding it quite a weird experience.
He looked as old men and the girl who confronted him when he entered where arguing. Someone had been shot, were they good people or not. He hadn't been in a group for so long he could hardly recognize why they made certain decisions. If he had come across bad people before Damon would sneak past and deal with whoever got in his way. He had killed around 30 people in the last two years and countless walkers. For once it was nice to be helping someone else.
Veran nodded, his blood wasn't needed but the doctor wanted him to get people to shut up so he could work, and if possible he needed to find out the man's blood type or else any hope of saving him could be gone. He turned around and walked a couple of steps towards the group.
"Aight ye lubbers, ta doctor needs ya ta shut yer traps so he can work. If ye still need ta figure things out ye can do it elsewhere."
He said this in a loud, commanding voice. He then walked over to Dannie. She had been the one that was fighting the most valiantly for the man in the tent and he guessed if anyone had hope to know the man's blood type it would be her. He only hoped that she had known him before all of this because he saw no reason to tell someone your blood type after the Apocalypse.
"Hey there lass, might be ta doc can't save yer friend if'n he don know ta man's blood type. Would ya be knowing what it is?"
Dannie kept her eyes on the ground through all this while the compress was pushed into her shoulder. She said nothing more to these people as there was nothing more they needed to know. They weren't going to let her into the medical tent to see Sterling and make sure he was getting properly cared for. For all she knew, they were already sifting through his organs and tearing him apart. All manner of things went through her mind as she self-alarmed herself. What if these people were the cannibals that Sterling was talking about?
However she was brought out of her thoughts when some dude with the strangest accent and mannerisms came out of the tent. Did he...was he a fucking pirate? She sifted through his words as he approached her, looking up with an exhausted stare. She was losing blood herself and the longer they waited to get her patched up, the worse it would be.
"I'll help watch them," Nate said to Ellen. "Wasn't supposed to be working till later but I can watch them."
He tucked his hands in his pockets and steppe back to give them room to compress. He looked at them. When the one man spoke he listened. "Nice to meet you Jake. Wish it was under better terms. In sure you must have done something though." He paused. "I'm sure you guys won't be leaving. Not without your friend."
He looked at Veran when he came out. "Maybe we should tak them someplace else. So the doc can work in silence."
"A'fore we do that we ought ta ask if any of em be AB+ ta man needs blood."
The pirate raised his voice one again. He knew these people barely took him seriously but he meant to change that. Maybe helping the doc would help that.
"Now this lass days ta man be AB+ any of you lubbers what match ought ta sick around. Might be he's bout ta be needin' yer blood ta pull through. Ta rest of ta lot ought ta be movin' on so ta doc can patch im up in peace."
Elizabeth had been laying low since she arrived just before the other newcomers to the camp. Now there were more people and they were in dire straights. She heard about the people that had been shot that were brought in, considering how small the community was and people tended to talk.
Maybe now was the time she brought herself out of the woodwork and earned her keep around here. They took her medical supplies and she happily gave them if it meant saving someone's life for another day. What she failed to do was tell them exactly what she was. They knew she came from California but that was about all she told them when she went before the council. They let her stay, seeing as she was harmless to the group, but now the calling had seem to come.
When the pirate called out for someone to help, she stepped forward and raised her hand as she made her way towards the medical tent.
"I..I have what you're looking for."
She also knew that transferring and donating blood from her would be easier considering she already knew what to do. She heard the frantic work going on inside the medical tent and she sighed.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 1, 2015 16:05:25 GMT -5
Remy nodded to Randall who seemed to be the only one on the council that had any sort of calm head. The McAllister's and their hotheads were bound to get them in trouble. At least the old man who held a leash around Luca had some sense to him. She watched as Anthony came over trying to talk to Charlie but was basically blown off. She was worried hearing about the possibility of Adolphus being close and she wondered if he knew something she didn't.
Leaving Logan, she moved over to him and was looking far too worried for her own good.
"Anthony, he said he thought this group could have been affiliated with Adolphus."
Her arms wrapped around her waist as she looked back towards the medical tent.
"We should let them work. I'm...I'm worried. Why would Adolphus be here? He also said the guy who was shot mentioned cannibals and Logan said something about a group of cannibals in Miami. What's going on? Do you know anything?"
She wasn't angry as much as she was concerned for their safety. The weight of guilt pushed on her shoulders as Carter had gone missing, but that didn't mean anything, especially of Adolphus was still back in Florida. Still, if there was concern and a threat outside their walls, Carter would lead them right to the settlement and that blood would be on her hands. "Carter left. The guy I brought back from the hospital. He's gone. I need to find him."
Charlie was approached by the lawyer-guy that belonged to Mac's group. He reintroduced himself but she had remembered his name. How could she not after Ellen had put him on cleaning detail? The guy asked to be filled in, she figured she could oblige.
"One of ours saw one of these guys yesterday evening but didn't bother telling Ellen until early this morning." Charlie answered. "Mister McA. offered to negotiate with them while the rest of us surrounded them, but when he told them they needed to lay down their arms they attacked us. The douchebag in the tent thought it wise to make sudden movements and go at mister McA. even after we all had taken aim at them and after we warned them multiple times about a sniper watching them. So Ellen shot his ass."
Charlie looked down at the captive woman who she had beaten senseless. She wanted to spit on her face but considering they might need to win over Emre she refrained from doing so.
"Then this bitch took a shot at mister McA. and us, so Ellen put a bullet in her as well." Charlie continued. "Either way; Ellen must've had shit in her eyes or feeling generous and shot them in non-lethal areas on purpose, because I've seen her make headshots from further away than we were."
Although Charlie went over it lightly, in reality Ellen's failure to kill both targets worried Charlie. Ellen was a marksman and a sharpshooter; and she had made headshots from further away then the distance she had shot the guy and the woman from. Charlie made a mental note to ask Ellen if she was either having a bad day or if she missed on purpose.
"Anyway, considering as I was in a good mood as well; I decided to rather rearrange this bitch's face instead of ordering the squad to kill them all." Charlie said. "And she should thank her lucky stars I did. Guy who's tending to her was the only one smart enough to give up without a fight, so he's the only one that got out of it unscathed. His friend over there, the one who thinks he's funny, got knocked the fuck out because he tried to attack mister McA. as well."
As soon as Charlie was done explaining the situation to Anthony, Nate appeared and immediately got rewarded with assisting her. Nate didn't give them any grief about it and did as he was told. Charlie appreciated someone who followed orders without asking questions, as was probably the case with most US Army officers.
When the pirate came around looking for blood, the pale-skinned woman answered that the man's blood type was AB positive. That sounded awfully familiar to Charlie. She grabbed her dogtags inside of her sweater and looked at them; seemed she had AB positive as well.
"Huh, well ain't that something!" Charlie said as she read her own blood type from her dogtags. "Bet they really wished they had come peacefully now eh?"
Charlie wasn't going to give them one drop of her blood. To her they were still the enemy and the thought of giving her own blood to save the enemy's life made her cringe. She then turned back to Anthony.
"Anyway Your Honor; if you got a piece you're welcome to help us babysit the kids." Charlie said. "You in?"
The pirate was happy that someone had stepped up with the blood type they needed. He motioned for the lass to follow him and pushed through people to the med tent. He pushed open the flap and led her through.
"Doc, this'n has the type o blood we need. AB+."
He left the tent and continued shooing people from the tent area. They were beginning to move and disperse and the pirate was pushing them along faster.
He walked back over to Nate.
"Take em to the mess hall, cept that lass with a messed up face. She seems like ta need some patchin' herself."
Before Anthony could answer the pirate came and made people leave the vicinity of the medbay, which was fine with Charlie. But when he told Nate to take them to the mess hall, that's what Charlie took offense to. The pirate wasn't part of the guard, hell he was barely even part of the camp so he had no business going around bossing people.
Charlie whistled sharply to get the pirate's attention.
"Yo! Long John, what the fuck do you think you're doing huh?" Charlie said. "Who said you could go ordering people around? Now I don't mind you getting these civvies outta here but when you start ordering around MY guards we're gonna have a problem, 'savvy' mate?"
Charlie was the second in command and Ellen's XO and would not tolerate their authority being undermined, especially not by a new arrival like the pirate.
Veran just stood there and looked at the hothead. He could really care two shuts what she thought of him. She was a loud mouth with an attitude problem and he had seen more then enough of them in his life.
"Look lass, don mean two fucks ta me who ye are. Doc wants e'ryone outta here an he certainly don need a loudmouth like you round while he's tryin ta do his job. Write me up or what ye got ta do but I ain't gonna ignore a man tryin ta save someone."
Nate laughed at how Charlie talked to the pirate. She was right who was he to tell people what to do. It was still a good suggestion but he had no authority.
"She has a point there cap. You can't really tell us what to do. You could suggest it kindly. Maybe say please," he said laughing at his own comments.
"He does have a point though Charlie. Moving them to the mess hall will let us be able to sit down. We don't have to stand an watch them. Plus it gets them out of the doc's hair. I'm sure it quite easy to get tangled in it." Nate looked at the captives.
"Someone still needs to compress the wound. So if you want to do that cap while we take the two guys to the mess tent. That would be great."
Mac rolled his eyes. Obviously Remy was too busy moping around the night before about not getting her experiments done to catch the news about Carter being missing. Hell everyone else knew. Anthony knew from when he had first noticed Carter missing in the Council tent and he hadn't kept him from telling the others. But it was no good going after Carter in the dark; they didn't know the terrain and going out during the night was a bad move anyway.
Randall was berating Ellen on only having the camp as their turf but Mac disagreed. It was wise to keep the surroundings clear as well. Mac did appreciate Randall's concern for his family but once more doubted his vision on the whole Adolphus situation.
"With all due respect Randall, but my daughter's right." Mac said. "You hunt in these woods, your people walk through it every day to get water from the lake and fish in it. You may have a secure perimeter within these walls but you also need to keep the surroundings clear as well. I mean this place is well-build and can probably withstand multiple hordes of walkers but it's still wooden. Something catches flame and you have to be quick unless it spreads all through. Now imagine someone decides to put the entire forest on fire. Half of us would probably die from carbonoxide intoxication before we'd even see the actual fire."
Mac was also worried about Randall underestimating Adolphus. He had never met the man and had only heard about his exploits, but Mac knew that a stubborn enough man could just about accomplish anything. Mac himself was an example of that himself; going cross country to find his daughters; on foot before he met up with his current group. And succeeding nonetheless.
"And it would be in our best interest to assume there's an enemy out there." Mac continued. "Be it Adolphus or cannibals out for flesh. It's amazing what one headstrong man can accomplish on his own in a time of crisis. Whether it's revenge, the hunger for human flesh or finding his family."
He did have doubts about going after Carter however. His gut told him the kid was a rat instead of being out and kidnapped. Sure, if the possibility was there but Mac's gut was rarely wrong, if not at all. But going out to look for him was probably a bad idea anyway. Whether he was taken or left on his own; by now he'd be miles away.
"I'd advice against trying to find Carter." Mac said. "Assuming he's a rat then he probably had help from the outside and is already far away. If he was taken he's either dead or he'll be used as a bargaining chip against us. Either way we should focus on reinforcing the camp. Whether or not the people we brought in are bad guys, they found us. Which means others can find us too. Risking able people's lives to find one man who might not even want to be found would just be a waste of resources, and you're gonna need everyone here."
Mac caught himself overstepping his daughter's authority and realized it wasn't his decision to make. Whatever would happen, he'd make sure he'd have a contingency plan to make sure his two daughters would be safe and able to escape if worst came to happen.
"But it's your call sweetie." Mac said to Ellen. "You're in charge and I'll be with you all the way. So's your sister and I'm sure you have friends here who are as well."
After hearing out both Randall and her dad it was up to Ellen to make a decision. She was glad her dad saw things the way she did, that they needed to protect more than just the camp in order to survive. But the rest of what her father said made sense. And not just because it was her dad who said it. They needed to get to reinforcing the camp and keep the guards within its walls. It was better to be safe than to be sorry and sending crippling themselves by sending out able people to look for someone who might not want to be found would be foolish.
She had doubts on whether to let the Remy girl go at it alone though but she didn't trust the woman. She was manipulative and would shut down to get empathy whenever she didn't get her way. She also seemed too keen on leaving and was already sympathizing with the group that attacked them. For some reason Ellen got the feeling that the Remy woman already knew the intruders somehow but considering she had been in her father's group all along it seemed almost impossible.
Ellen sighed and put her hands on her hips. She stared at the ground, closed her eyes and thought about what to do. Her dad's people probably weren't going to be happy but she couldn't care less. Randall also seemed keen on going out to find the kid but Ellen was afraid she had to let her friend down.
"My guards and I aren't going anywhere." Ellen said. "I agree with my dad. There's enough evidence that indicates there's a threat out there and we need to focus on hunkering down and reinforcing this place. You and I both know this place wouldn't be able to withstand a siege Randall. My dad literally plucked that Damon guy off the wall yesterday. I'm not committing anyone or myself to go find this guy. I'd rather assume he's already reporting to whoever made him betray my dad's group and start preparing. And that walker with the cutoff legs they found is more than enough reason to start reinforcing this place. You and me both know that strange things have been happening in and around Denver; it may have found its way here."
Ellen then noticed something worthy of her attention. The pirate had gotten into something with Charlie. She had also caught what had been said and decided to take Veran apart and talk to him about it.
"Veran, a word please." Ellen said as she waved the pirate over. And even though she asked it courteously, it wasn't really a suggestion.
Emre took the compress and placed it on Dannie's wound. He applied as much pressure to it as he could and gave a guilty look at the woman. He didn't want to admit it, but it was all his fault and he couldn't place blame on anyone else.
"I'm sorry... Dannie, for all this. They saw me outside their settlement, maybe if I didn't waste time looking around, they might not have seen me"
He kept his voice quiet, no else needed to know what he was saying. Emre wished all of this didn't happen, two of them shot, another knocked out and all in captivity of some kind. He continued to apply pressure to the compress to stop the bleeding as much as he could.
A man who seemed to talk like a pirate approached them and spoke aloud, asking what Sterling's blood type was. Dannie revealed it was AB positive. Emre didn't really know what his blood type was, he wished he could give blood and he was the only one out of the four to not be harmed, but it was too much of a risk if it was a different type.
The pirate looked over to Ellen and nodded his head. He could tell that she wasn't really requesting anything but he was glad for the respect. She may not take him seriously but she was at least giving him common courtesy. It was a step.
He followed her wherever it was that she was going to lead him. He decided that he would try to show her respect. She was a leader here after all and like it or not his son was here now. He needed to gain these people's respect somehow.
"Hope yer not about ta chew me a new one," he said, almost in a whisper.
It seemed as if the closer Hykeem got to the smell of coffee the more commotion was going on. He looked back to see if Daisy had followed and saw her following closely behind. "So what did you do before this?"
Hykeem's head had finally stopped spinning and his steps were more steady. "Huh? Oh a clothes seller person."
Hykeem listened carefully too what daisy said focusing mainly on her too block out all the other noises. "Oh really"
Hykeem had been getting closer and closer and he had finally reached his destination. He grabbed two cups filling them both with coffee.
"Would you like sugar or cream?"
Daisy gave Hykeem a confused look.
"I don't want any"
Hearing this made Hykeem want to flip shit. How could someone be so ignorant.
"Then why did you follow me"
Hykeem had a semi pissed tone in his voice now and the fact that the yelling was getting louder made it worse. He could literally hear the pirate and Charlie going at it from where he stood.
He quickly gulped down the cup of plain black coffee before leaving Daisy and walking towards Charlie. As soon as he reached them Hykeem began to yell and curse.
"WHY THE FUCK DOES IT MATTER WHO TELLS WHOEVER ELSE WHAT TO DO? AS LONG AS IT MAKES SINCE IT SHOULDNT. DAMN CHARLIE ITS ON FUCKING ORDER HES NOT STARTING A FUCKING COUP."
He then looked at the pirate as he walked away.Finishing his last sentence he took in a few deep breathes.
" By the way what's going on"
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