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Post by Damen Smull on Sept 29, 2016 16:55:54 GMT -5
Cmdr Damen Smull watched the men, heard what division he was from then heard about the dead going to the stadium. Nodding his head, he went to the Humvee and jumped into it. "You better tell your AR to watch it with the Stick shift, it tends to stick a little from second to third gear." Strapping himself in, he was ready for a bumpy ride. The two vehicles raced down the streets all the way to Yankee stadium. It was quiet among the men. He felt a little off surrounded by army and him holding the highest rank so far inside it and feeling like a POW (Prisoner Of War). Pulling up to the Stadium, they stopped out front as other units began to prepare for the incoming attack. Looking over at the SGT. he would say to him. "Look Sargent, If I wanted you guys dead, I could have been waiting in the .50 and you and your men could be dead right now. Let me help you guys out with the defenses. If not giving me my weapons back, let me mount my own machine gun."
"...We will not go quietly into the Night! We Will Not Vanish without a Fight! We're going to live on, we're going to Survive" ~Damen's Beginning for his Rally Speech
Post by Craig Dean Mathews on Sept 30, 2016 7:25:52 GMT -5
Craig looked around, there is two medal divider separating the rest of the stadium from the entrance, in between the two gates was a table, two chairs on one side and two chairs on the other side, He then walked away from the front entrance approaching the table, Danny who was shy and scared was stuck to his father, holding on his pant leg pulling so much Craig had to brush his hand off and tell him to stop, he then picked up Danny and sat him on the left corner of the table before he sat in the chair facing the double doors to the main part of the stadium where the common area was, "we're looking for somewhere to stay, we wont make it on the road for much longer"
Franklyn was hesitant to sit in the chair next to Craig as he felt on edge about these people, but knew it was an escape, an escape from the world out there, an escape from hell, "Names Craig, this is my Son danny and my brother franklyn" Craig answered, Franklyn stayed quiet and just listened as the girl stood behind the table and talked then when she asked for they're weapons Franklyn looked at Craig unsure if he was going to comply, Craig nodded and stood up pushing the chair away from him and squeezed the clip of the harness undoing the belt'part of it, then taking the harness off like a backpack Craig then sat it on the table, Franklyn followed and took his Glock out of its holster and set it on the table then grabbed the knife from its sheath and set it on the table next to the gun
Craig immediately knew he made a mistake, if these people were gonna do something to them, it was gonna be now when they have their weapons, But he also knew that it wasnt all bad people out there, he knew there were good ones left, there had to be...
Post by Analia Bennet on Sept 30, 2016 8:06:21 GMT -5
Analia admired him silently as he quickly tested his arms’ mobility, she could see the hardships that left fingerprints over his body in shapes of healed scars. She felt her fingers brush against the hem of her pants remembering a thick old scar running down her hip when she refused a man, she’d won and she’d survived, the scar however was just a reminder that she could get through a whole lot before she buckled.
“Pleasure” she told him with a casual salute, she always saw the soldiers greet one another so formally so she adapted to waving with a similar motion of her hand. She remembered her father when he talked about his marine activity with her mother, a silent stress in his brow and tired eyes and she remembered how much of the habits of being a soldier he carried with him. Analia was closer to her father than her mother, intrigued by the strength he had within him always striving to be just like her dad. Her lips lifted into a soft, gentle smile momentarily forgetting that they were just two strangers who met didn’t exactly meet under the right circumstances.
“I’m Analia by the way, If we’re working together we might as well get along on a first name basis” she lifted her shoulders slightly with a genuine smile with her fingers outstretched, her father always taught her that handshakes are the proper way to introduce yourself and too often she forgot those values that he taught her.
“Do you want the honest answer or the nice answer? They’re two entirely different things” she folded her arms within one another across her chest with a stern look in her eyes, she was a fighter and she was perfectly capable of doing the entire supply run by herself. Marcus did have a leader’s opinion though and because of her history in the medical profession she was bounded by the asset she was to the people, the soldiers, to the survivors. And with their growing population the need for medical care was increasing.
“ ‘cause frankly I’m capable of doing this on my own, I don’t think I need a babysitter” she paced until she pushed up against the counter and sat on the linoleum with her legs folded into one another “It’s not like I’m about to disobey him don’t get me wrong but I’m not exactly happy about it” she took a deep breath, there was no use in directing her annoyance to anyone because her wants did not outweigh the needs of the survivors. Analia took a deep breath redirecting her gaze to meet that of the soldier she just helped.
“But yes, I do think we’ll find supplies. We don’t have a choice” She leaned forward and opened the cupboard doors quickly pointing downwards past her knees, she hoped the emptiness would speak for itself. Her eyes dropped to her hands, if she wanted to help the people who resided within the stadium she needed supplies and those were hard to come by.
“but everywhere close has probably been picked dry” she told him pursing her lips together In thought. “the sooner we get it done with the sooner I can do good for these people, right now I’m rationing medication and that won’t even hold me another month.” Her heart tore several times denying proper medical supplies and care because she was limited by the supplies she had.
The men seemed willing enough to comply, if rather nervous. She gave them a reassuring smile and her blue eyes lingered on the man who seemed to be in charge as well as the eldest. They disarmed and lay their weapons on the table before them. Serena turned and gave her shoulder a small shrug to signal the guard to her right to get the weapons. When they were cleared and the man in charge, Craig as what was next Serena smiled and moved her hand away from her own weapon. “Now I’ll take you handsome fellows to meet the main man himself. He makes all the decisions here.” She turned and started to lead the trio when her radio beeped before another transmission came through. About that time another man was escorted inside, he apparently also would need to speak with Marcus. Serena looked at the man with a raised eyebrow before back to Craig and his brothers. “Well if this place isn’t hopping today.” She said with a hand on her hip. “I’m Serena and I was just about to take these fellas to meet Marcus our main man…I get the feeling you’ll need to come as well.”
The guards were less willing to leave her alone with this man, she wasn’t sure what might have happened or not happened but she only gave a small shrug when one of the guards said he was coming along. “Suuuuure….whatever floats your boat darlin’.” She said with a carless shrug. With that they set out to find Marcus. She lifted her radio and spoke. “Marcus we have a few visitors that require your attention, four to be exact. Where do you want me to put them?” She wasn’t positive where he would want to meet them all to speak with them, and as fun as it was she didn’t want to play follow the leader all day.
Post by Craig Dean Mathews on Oct 3, 2016 7:31:48 GMT -5
Craig's thoughts couldn't help but dwell on Sharon, this women looked and carried herself like her so much it almost scared him, "Alright, when did yous decide to hold up in a baseball stadium?" he asked, wondering if she'd even answer, Franklin could see that look in his brothers eyes, he could see what she was doing to him, and he didn't like it, 'this could be it this could be the place' that thought lingered throughout frank's mind and he couldnt get rid of it, but he also couldnt help but think it was a scam, that none of it was real and that they were just suckering them into giving up there weapons and following Serena into a trap, where they'll be executed
Franklin's hands began to tremble as he watched Craig and Serena, he stayed standing by the table as he didn't see a point in sitting as they were about to move anyways
Post by Marcus Wayne Robertson on Oct 3, 2016 13:04:25 GMT -5
As Marcus awaited a reply from Shauna on what she wanted to do next, he was contacted over the radio about some new arrivals wanting to meet him. Picking up the radio from his belt, he pressed the button and stated firmly. “Bring them to the entrance hall, I`ll be there, over.” Letting go off the button he looked to Shauna and said. “If you want to leave, you can, I`m not going to hold you here against your will if you want to be somewhere else, but you are more than welcome to stay. We will always need someone with medical skills, even though we got some already. If you go, I hope we`ll meet again and be sure to tell your leader what I said. Maybe as allies we can grow.” Looking her deep into the eyes, he reached out his hand to shake hers and with that he took his leave to see too the others.
Walking past Rachel on the way as she went to the infirmary, he gave her a nod. When he arrived at the grand entrance hall of the stadium, he stopped midway coming into contact with those who had wanted to meet him. Serena being in front had all led them there, escorted by several guards that remained at ease. It was surprising to see so many new faces in one day, especially since he hadn`t seen that happen in a long time due to it being late into the apocalypse. With a kind gesture waving his hand, he greeted them with a smile. “Welcome to Yankee Stadium, our community. I`m Marcus, the man in charge.”
Glancing across the faces of the new, he could see one of them being military, whereas the others looked civilian, not to mention one of them was a child looking the same age as his daughter Samantha. So far they had been led inside without weapons, since they could be a risk in uncertain situations like these. This was the time Marcus would use to make up his judgement on them, and if they wanted to stay he would guide them along. There were guidelines to follow in this case, and they were set to help determine whether one could trust strangers or not. Now of course he had bended the rules on more than one occasion, but this was done to avoid further incidents that could lead to more trouble than it was worth.
“I`m sorry for any inconvenience you`ve may have suffered thus far, but trust me, it`s for the best. Your weapons will be returned to you in due time. I know this place may come as a shock to some of you, although we`ve been at it for quite some time now. We`ve seen our share of trouble, and I`m sure you have too. Life out there can be a treacheries place to be, then again, it could be here as well if one don`t watch it. We`ve experienced more than once those who have just sought to enter just to steal from us, hopefully none of you intend to do so.” He spoke loudly, which rang out in the hall they stood. “By the looks of it though, it seems you`ve been through enough and could really need someplace to sleep.” He added, not wanting to scare them.
“Worry not, we got plenty of space and after we`ve examined you for bites and etc. you`ll be allowed to mingle with the others and eat if you so wish. The rules here are simple and you will be briefed on how it works, but know this, if you stay, all adults must do their part. You will be given a job, determined by what you are good at. The child will be allowed to learn from our teachers, and how to defend one-self. When you work, the child will be watched by our most trusted caretakers. The world is no longer what it once was; it is up to us to make it better and I can only count on you, the people, to make that happen." Looking at each and every one, he wondered what they thought, but hoped he made a good case and that they understood the situation.
“Now if any of you got any questions or want to leave, now would be the time. When we are done here, Serena will take you to our psychologist and medical team. If you pass the check up, you can stay, if not you got to leave.” Gesturing to Serena and the exit, he waited for their reply to everything he had said.
Post by S/Sgt. Jonathan Hayes on Oct 3, 2016 15:34:27 GMT -5
Whilst he tested the flexibility in his arms to see if he could still operate in the field without any problems, he kept a keen eye on the nurse, curious to know more about her. When she spoke and introduced herself, he came to realize he had forgotten totally about that himself and felt like an idiot for not having mentioned it sooner. Reaching out to give her a firm handshake, he looked her dead in the eye as he stated. “You`re absolutely right, excuse me for not having done so earlier. I`m Staff Sergeant Hayes, but you don`t need to address me by title. Call me Jon, first name is Jonathan. Nice to meet you Analia.” With a glint in the eye, he smiled, admiring the view as to how she looked and behaved.
Hearing the response she gave to his question, whether he wanted the honest answer or the nice one, he looked upon her with a questioning expression, though was more interested in her being real. “Be truthful about it.” He added before she spoke, and then listened when she expressed her frustration about the mission, saying she was more than capable to do it on her own. To be honest he wasn`t entirely happy about it himself, though did see it from Marcus`s perspective as well. Her discontent however could easily have been mistaken for wanting to disobey orders, although she explained clearly that was not her intention, it was just her being unhappy about the whole situation, something he completely understood.
Having watched her pace back and forth on the floor, only to then sit down on the linoleum with her legs folded into one another, his gaze caught hers as she glanced at him and with a firm expression he folded his arms standing. Waiting for her to finish before answering, he nodded agreeing that they had to find the supplies. It was not as if they were given a choice, if they couldn`t find anything out there then the community would really struggle in its time forward. Her showing the empty cabinets only confirmed such, cause she was already using the very little they had.
“Yes, we might have to go great lengths to find such supplies. It’s been three years since the outbreak happened, most places must have been looted empty by now. Our best bet will be to go somewhere others wouldn`t have thought to look, but where exactly that could be I believe you can help with.” He stated walking onto the floor, looking towards her. “I can understand your frustrations with the orders, I myself would actually rather prefer a list than to take you into danger. Not that I doubt your abilities, but…I want you safe, for everyone`s sake.” Jon admitted kindly.
“I guess that’s where me and Marcus sees eye to eye I guess, and why I somewhat understand his intentions. Keeping you safe is a priority, whether you like it or a not. A lot depends on you here, hadn`t you been here for me now, who else would have looked at my ribs? Well perhaps another nurse, or doctor, but hey, they wouldn`t be fairly as good…or…attractive.” He added with a cheekish smile, kind of curious to how she would take the compliment. “But hey! We`ll figure things out, we will make a good team you and I. If you are as capable as you say you are, you`ll probably end up saving my ass more than I do yours.” He expressed rather quick, trying to make her forget the last thing he said, even though what he said next was as if he was intentional flirting with her.
Walking back to where he had been, he grabbed his white tank top and pulled it over his head. Then he glanced at the unconscious woman in the bed not far off, and the exit, wondering if they should maybe leave soon. “If you are ready now, or sometime soon, we could maybe go and prepare ourselves for the journey ahead. We`ll need to figure out where we will go of course, but we can do so with the team when we brief them about our mission.”
Serena smiled at Craig when he ask how long they had been in the stadium. “Oh….hmmm…..a little while, it hasn’t been a horribly long time though….sorry...thats a bit cryptic.” She shrugged a little as if that was the best she could do. There wasn’t really any point in keeping up what day of the week it was when they were all the same. Suddenly Marcus came through the radio. “You heard the man, onward boys.” She said before turning and leading the way. As soon as everyone was congregated into a small group along with the guards that seemed to think she needed their help. She crossed her ankles and hopped up on a small table that sat off to the side while Marcus gave the new people the rundown of the place.
She swung her legs back and forth as Marcus spoke. His surprisingly firm voice rolling down the hall. She smirked to herself as she watched him….Damn…there was something about a man in power. When he finished with the statement that she would escort them Serena gave a little wave. They knew who she was already obviously…but it seemed like she should remind everyone that she was still around. Her bright blue eyes turned to the three men and the young boy to see how they would respond. Most people didn’t have an issue with their restrictions….they weren’t super extreme or anything…But there was always some whackjob that went off the deep end if you took his machete.
Joey’s drug induced sleep had taken her back to another time, another place. She was standing in her kitchen and staring down at the horribly burnt roasted chicken. Trenton sat at the table and was obviously fighting like hell not to laugh. “It’s not funny! I can’t even fucking cook….what woman can’t cook?” That was it, the straw that broke the camel’s back. Suddenly a guffaw of a laugh burst from his mouth and he leaned back in his chair, laughing until he cried. “Stop it! Its not funny!” She walked over and smacked him not so lightly on the shoulder. Her face was red and she was obviously upset. Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap. “What woman can’t cook? Hmmm…maybe the most beautiful, kind hearted…. *he kisses her neck* and sexiest woman I have ever seen.” She bit her lip, trying to stay mad. But she was helpless against his touch. She was sinking…down…and down. And then she could hear voices….a woman and a man. Wait…..that woman….she was…the Dr?
Joey groaned as she swam back to consciousness. She rolled onto her side and blinked several times to try to clear her fuzzy vision. “…what the hell?” She moaned. Her head felt like someone was hitting it with a hammer. Her blue eyes searched the room, trying to make sense of the blurry shapes. They drifted across a man…but she didn’t think it was the man she had met earlier…Marcus? And then her gaze fell on the Dr. “What did you do to me?...” She said in a gruff tone, trying to make sense of the world and her circumstances despite all the fog that filled her mind.
“He said I could leave.” She said to no one in particular. And Marcus had….but she had offered to give them some assistance with food. However…something had happened….and now she was here. She didn’t normally feel like her head would implode…so something had happened….. She rubbed her head. Barely able to make out the image of Nasrim sitting on her backpack on the chair nearby. She was alright…that was something. “Fuckin’ liar….” She said under her breath. She managed to sit up and was leaning over with her hands on her knees. “Where the hell is he?”
Post by Analia Bennet on Oct 4, 2016 2:46:12 GMT -5
“Jon” she breathed quietly under her breath feeling the comfortable feeling as the name rolled over her tongue, Analia looked up hoping he had not seen her smiling at the idea of saying his name aloud but rather sufficed with adding “Jonathan”, her voice was a little more formal, stiff as she tried to hide her delight. She noted that he also didn’t look completely content with the decision they were stuck with understanding that he would probably prefer to go out and stock up on supplies with only the team he was so used to having his back.
She rubbed her temple in thought, she’d survived on supplies from local drug stores and doctor’s offices for years since the outbreak but those have been picked clean, all the local areas specifically. So she thought bigger, she thought about the dangerous challenges she faced when she once tried to raid a hospital in Detroit. It was just before she arrived at the stadium and even then it was overrun with walkers. She’d made it halfway inside before she had to dive through a window hoping to escape, but back then she was alone with six bullets and nothing other than her determination to pull her through. If they tried to find a hospital nearby it might work, the walkers have more than likely scattered looking for food, there would be more than enough supplies to hold them for months and there was an entire team of soldiers to open a pathway. Analia rolled her eyes knowing that Marcus was right and his decision helped her more than her stubbornness would have.
“Hospitals, we need to try for hospitals” she watched him closely uncertain whether he wanted her to elaborate. When he told her his preference she understood, she understood that her skills was more benefit than her death but she felt slightly upset with the fact that everyone was treating her like she could break any second and even though she could very well die out there she was likely to die inside the stadium’s safety as well. There was no telling what the future held and she didn’t want to be shielded all the time to an extent she could no longer function outside these walls. She felt her eyes glued to the floor as Jon spoke, the compliment was instantly picked up by her ears.
She felt like she was stuck in a hormonal phase again, moody one second and delighted the next, the thought brought a chuckle to her lips. Life’s worries used to be so simple. All the while she still couldn’t hide the deep blush that crept to her cheeks and the honest smile on her lips. She met his gaze with a quick reply “Well to be fair, I haven’t had any handsome soldiers undress for me until today”.
“I hope so” she admitted “if things go as smooth as they did now I’m sure we’ll be able to make the best of an uncomfortable situation” she found herself smirking lightly .
“I bet the rest of your team won’t feel the same way though” her smile faltered a little as she watched him intently pushing off the linoleum and standing to her feet a few steps closer to the soldier “I don’t think they’ll feel good about a nurse tagging along”. Analia watched him pull the tank top over his head, she looked towards Joey as he talked about their departure. She sighed softly seeing signs of Joey waking from the drug induced sleep. She wanted to leave for supplies as soon as possible before there were more wounds she couldn’t treat without sufficient supplies.
“You might want to call Marcus, last time she was conscious we both ended up on the wrong side of her fists” Analia rubbed her cheek feeling the tenderness of her skin, there was no use keeping Joey sedated and Marcus definitely wanted to be there when she woke “When he takes over I’m ready to go, you can wait or I’ll just meet up with you. Just name the place” she was already cautiously stepping closer towards Joey hoping that Jon wouldn’t leave just yet, there was a dangerous air to the woman she’d sedated and Analia was never exactly good with close combat. Actually she really sucked at fighting and that had cost her a lot from people worse than the walkers.
“I helped you Joey, you were uncooperative so we had to sedate you. The wound’s closed, the bleeding stopped and we tried to prevent any infections. You need to stay calm” she spoke calmly, slowly trying to induce a sense of safety hoping that Marcus would hurry before she made another run for it.
Last Edit: Oct 4, 2016 2:47:19 GMT -5 by Analia Bennet
Post by Craig Dean Mathews on Oct 4, 2016 7:40:19 GMT -5
Craig followed Serena through the dividers and around the outside hall of the stadium to where marcus was, Craig watched as Marcus spoke "so you guys have had it easy eh'?!" Franklin said with an attitude, he was beginning to resent these people, they seem to love and thrive off of what happened, off of the destruction,the chaos, he almost could say he hated them
On the other hand Craig was only getting more and more excited the more marcus talked, it sounds like a well-round community, once frank had said that he immediately knew what his attitude was about "Frank!" Craig snapped, all Craig wanted was a place to sleep, somewhere to call home, somewhere he feels safe, Frank glared at Craig as he turned away from him facing Marcus "so do you's have running water? if so then please do me a favor and show me the way" frank just needed some time alone, he needed a shower, 'yea that should clear my head' frank thought to himself
Post by S/Sgt. Jonathan Hayes on Oct 4, 2016 13:33:38 GMT -5
The way she pronounced his name and looked at him was in his mind adorable, not only that but she looked beautiful when she said it. For some reason there was something about her that kept him intrigued, and being in her presence only left him wanting more. He hoped that on their journey together they could be given more time to speak, as so far it had been a delight. It was not every day he got the chance to talk with someone like her, someone not a soldier, since he often had to be out there in the field fighting for survival just so others could thrive within the community they called home.
Having asked her on her thoughts of where they should go next, he was surprised to hear her mention the hospital as the best bet. However he had to agree that they probably were not as dangerous, nor as crowded as they once had been. Afterall years had passed by and the dead were always on the move, whether it be inside or outside of buildings. Nonetheless they would have to be wary, since narrow hallways often kept hidden obstacles that were hard to see in the dark.
As she went on to chuckle lightly on his compliment, he got rather taken back by the way she flirted in return, telling him she hadn`t had any other handsome soldier undress for her today. It made him smile and he thought it amusing, since that at least showed she was perhaps more into him than he originally had thought. “Don`t worry about my team, they will follow orders no matter what. I can guarantee you that.” He expressed firmly as she worried how his team would take her presence amongst them. Yet she was right, some would not like the fact that they had to babysit someone in the field, but no matter, he would make sure to set them straight if anything, one way or another. There was no chance in hell he would let them upset her or jeopardize the mission, as if they were to succeed they had to work together as a team.
The moment he suggested for them to leave to look for supplies, the woman in bed behind him woke up. Turning around to focus on her, he agreed with the nurse that he better fetch Marcus, knowing that he probably would like to be here for this. However he couldn`t avoid but to feel bad about letting the two women stay in the same room together, especially after what he heard the nurse tell of what happened. One could still somewhat see the mark she had left on her skin, and it made him think that the individual was possible more dangerous than Marcus thought she could be. If she was a danger, then he definitely would like to stay put, though believed it important that Marcus got the message.
Hearing the suggestion the nurse came with, he nodded kindly, but did not answer before she was done speaking to the patient. Moving close he whispered in Analia`s ear and said. “Actually, I think it would be best if you went to fetch him, I could stay and watch the girl for you.” Gazing into her eyes whilst standing sideways, he waited for a reply and when he got it he went to fetch his things. Putting on the rest of his clothes, as well grabbing his sidearm, he hinted towards the door and said to the nurse. “Go, I insist.” Moving closer to the patient, he decided to stay there until she came back with their leader.
Glancing at the nurse, he gently smiled, showing with just a look that it was fine for her to leave him there and as she went, his mind traced to the conversation they had earlier, where they both had started flirting with each other. It was something that made him relax for a brief second, though little did he know that the nurse was about to walk into Rachel who had been lurking outside the door.
Post by Analia Bennet on Oct 4, 2016 16:06:09 GMT -5
Analia felt his presence before she noted his shadow behind her, a soft shiver crept up her spine as she heard him whisper the words to her. Perhaps his close proximity was something she wasn’t used to, she didn’t mind it though. She nodded subtly, perhaps having him there with Joey was a safer option. Analia watched him out of the corner of her eye as he retrieved the rest of his attire and sidearm. He looked comfortable in the role as a soldier, a profession she admired ever since she realized what her father did as a marine. She swallowed considering whether she had the time to give him a short tutorial on sedation but decided against it. It was a waste of drugs they couldn’t afford to lose just yet.
“Thank you” she told him sincerely with another quick nod stepping back towards the door. She tore her eyes away knowing that she was comfortable with their previous conversation in a way she couldn’t quite explain. Somehow she was still defensive, afraid of what the future could hold for any of them. For now though there were more pressing matters to deal with. So she pushed outside the infirmary in haste nearly tripping over a figure just outside the doorway. Rachel. Analia felt her eyebrows knit in confusion, she couldn’t quite connect the dots. Rachel wore her sports bra with her shirt covering a bloody wound on her hand that indicated she’d been holding it there for a while. Analia could only guess she’d been waiting with the wound but couldn’t exactly determine why. There was an odd sense of defensiveness she felt from Rachel, had she done something wrong? Analia spent a long second debating whether she'd done something to wrong the woman, to receive an odd sense of apprehension.
Analia waved her hand in the air looking to a soldier patrolling to her right “Hey soldier!” he looked confused, a little taken aback maybe even “Yeah you! Call Marcus, tell him he needs to come to the infirmary immediately” she saw the scowl on his face but matched it with a confident glare and a flick of her hand. Instead she quickly focused on the woman in front of her. Analia had seen Rachel before, they never spoke though and she knew little apart from her appearance. She took Rachel gently by her shoulder leading her back through the doors towards the bed she’d previously used for Jonathan. Her mind was no longer focusing on questions she couldn’t answer but rather problems she knew to solve. “Things are a little crazy right now so I need you to work with me. What happened?” She waited patiently for the answer quickly unwrapping the shirt already debating whether or not the cut needed stitches or not. It definitely did. So she leaned over grabbing the large bottle of alcohol, a thickly bent needle with nylon thread and a bandage to cover. There was a strange sensation in the air, tension almost, as if there was something more to Rachel and Jon that left Analia wondering. She realized quickly that she'd been looking at Jonathan quizzically in thought even if she didn't realize it, she quickly diverted her attention back to the wound regaining a level of professional attitude towards her patient.
“I don’t have anything to numb the pain but it only needs three knots, the quicker we work the sooner it ends” so she bent over looking closely at the laceration. Blood quickly seeped through the layers of skin and stained Analia’s fingertips as she held Rachel’s palm open, she bit on the bottle cap until it opened so she could pour the stinging liquid onto the wound. It had to hurt but there was no other way.
Analia sent a quick glance over her shoulder at Jonathan hoping that Joey wasn’t giving him too hard a time. Analia’s fingers worked in smooth, expert motions as she pushed through the skin and looped the nylon into a tight knot. Before long the wound was closed, the skin met in a thin line and Analia poured another load of alcohol onto the stitches, before long Analia had the wound covered in a thin bandage so Rachel was good to go, she knew the woman had duties to fulfill and doing any of those with an open wound wasn’t exactly a smart decision. Her fingertips were stained crimson, her eyes were tired but she’d successfully helped another survivor. The day was just getting busier by the moment.
Analia stepped backwards wiping her forehead with the sleeve of her shirt taking a deep breath and allowing for a long, comfortable exhale. She could only hope Marcus was in time before Joey tried to make another run for it.
Last Edit: Oct 4, 2016 16:13:24 GMT -5 by Analia Bennet
Joey listened silently to the woman’s explanation as to why she was knocked out…again. She didn’t really care what the reasons were up to this point….she just wanted out of here. She waited and watched the duo, seeing the nurse who had just drugged her bring in another patient and go to work. Well…that was one busy…now for macho man. She waited until he looked away from her and took full advantage of her seat on the table. Using her arms to brace herself she suddenly pushed herself up and swung on of her legs. Aiming to hit the big guy in the head with one of her feet. As soon as he fell to the side there was an open path to the door. Joey was on her feet in an instant, grabbing her pack and spear. Hesitating only a moment to keep Nasrim from falling before she took off. Her head was still foggy and waves of dizziness kept hitting her as she moved down the hall.
Nasrim rocked back and forth on her perch, using her large wings to steady her as her owner flew through the halls. And then suddenly Joey came to a dead stop. Her blue eyes locking on Marcus and a group of people. “Shit.” She said out loud, not caring if anyone heard. Her blue eyes found his own and she stared at him. Her cold eyes reflecting the betrayal she felt by being knocked out by his people again. She could hear people coming after her…yells moving down the hall. She swallowed, her pale eyes still boring into him. “Liar.” She said softly. With a glance at the people approaching her she took off down another unobstructed hall. Hoping it would lead it an exit.
Suddenly another wave of dizziness hit her that made her stumble against a wall. Her long blonde hair falling loose from its tie and falling down around her shoulders and beneath Nasrim’s claws. “Fuck.” She groaned. Shoving away from the wall she kept stumbling along. Hoping to see a fucking exit sign soon.
It had been awhile since Wade and Stacy had heard the sound of the car in the road. It was some dumbass driving a ups truck that got himself cornered. Wade watched as the idiot was bite on the side. Well, ya can't chop that off and keep on trucking that guy was fucked. He had an irreversalbe case of "i just got fucked-itus" Stacy was biting her lip. Wade could tell that she wanted to help the guy, but fucked was fucked. Ain"t no helpin that. Wade said nothing only shook his head no. Stacy knew he was right not to get the attention of the dead on themselves, especially after the guy was already bit and all, but still she wished there was something she could do. Wade watced as the guy ran off leaving his truck behind and the dead following after him down the little alley. Wade looked back to Stacy. With a nod the two were off trying to stay as quite and invisible as possible. They made their way over to the truck. The keys were still in the ignition. There was no reason why they couldn't take the ride. Wade assumed that he left the truck because he got boxed in, but all the dead had followed him down the narrow alley leaving the ups truck sitting there for anyone to take it. Wade hopped in the driver's seat and Stacy climbed in the other side.
Stacy: This sucks. We shoulda helped that guy!
Stacy couldn't hold in her guilt any longer.
Wade: That guy is already dead. You know what happens if they bite you. He was bit on the ribcage. Can't ampuatate that. He's fucked we might as well take his truck and keep on living. How long you think we'll last out here on foot huh?
Stacy: Yeah but.... *Stacy knew she didn't have a good argument. Or at least one that Wade would listen too so she shut up and sat back in her seat as Wade pulled off and turned at the end of the street.*
========== Sometime later ==============
Wade was slowly coasting down the street. He didn't want to go to fast and draw the attention of human, walkers, didn't matter he was just trying to keep a low profile. He looked over to see that Stacy had fell asleep. Wade was just driving. He had no particular destination in mind. No place he was trying to get to. It was enough these days just to keep moving. To keep moving, keep fighting, keep surviving, keep living. It seemed to be all that mattered. You kept moving so the dead couldn't get you. Wade and Stacy hadn't had much oppurtunity to just settle down some where. They were holed up in an old chuckie cheese resturante for a few weeks once, but they never stayed any place longer than that. Wade said it was so they would stay on their toes. Settling down ment getting complacent with the way things were and complacency could get you killed. Wade turned down another road when suddenly there were bullets flying.
Wade: What the fuck?!?!?
Someone shot Wade's tire out and Wade went crashing into a parked car on the side of the road. The same car that would have been hit a long time ago in another lifetime outside the stadium, by a georgia blonde and a teenage girl. Wade's head was pounding as it bounced off the steering wheel. Stacy was looking around frightened. She had avoided any major injuries thank god. They both got out and there was a guy yelling at them to drop their weapons and keep their hands up. Wade wasn't about to listen to that bullshit. Not when they already shot at him. Walking over to the front of the UPS truck with his hands up, he waited until he was beside Stacy. Wade stepped in front of Stacy and shielded her with his own body from the sharpshooters who took out his truck.
Wade: What the fuck makes you think i'd do that shithead? * Wade turned back to Stacy slightly and whispered out of the corner of his mouth* Get ready to run when i say ok? *Looking back at the sharpeshooters now* You guys owe me a fuckin tire. What insurance company you with? Statefarm? You motherfuckers better call Jake.....
Wade was just talking out his ass, buying time waiting for his oppurtunity to make a break for cover. He didn't really care about anything other than keeping Stacy out of harm's way. He didn't like many people in this world, but Stacy had really gotten close to him, he'd do just about anything to keep her alive.
Rachel had heard a few things from her spot outside the door that bothered her. They seemed rather….content with one another. She looked down at her hand wadded in her own shirt and sighed. She had endured the flirting with Serena….and now it appeared she would have to watch it again. No….scratch that…she wasn’t going to watch it. She would just stay as far away as possible. She had just cemented that fact in her mind when suddenly the door swung open and the woman was standing there and spoke to a guard. She swallowed the knot in her throat when the woman spoke and followed her in side. Just barely sitting on the table as she ask her what happened. Rachel’s gaze flicked momentarily to Hayes but quickly shifted away and downward. “Umm….my hand slipped when I was working on a car….snagged me a little….”
She was chewing on her bottom lip and nodded a little when she was told she was about to get stitches. She could handle the pain….it was the weight in her chest that made it hard to breathe that was killing her. Suddenly she felt a coolness on her hand, followed by an intense burn. She had been so involved in trying not to pay attention to Hayes that she hadn’t noticed the woman with the alcohol. She bit down harder on her lip until she tasted copper. The sewing was painful…but not unbearable. And soon it was done. She was just starting to scoot off the table when suddenly the grouchy woman on the other cot struck out. She saw Hayes fall to the side and the woman take off.
With wide eyes Rachel hopped off the table and went over to Hayes. Whether her feelings were hurt or not he was still her friend…and he had just been kicked in the head. “shit….are you ok?” She ask in a worried tone. Her gaze flicking to his head where he’d been kicked, then to the nurse. Damn…she should leave….Yeah…she should just leave. After pushed a long lock of reddish hair behind her ear with her good hand Rachel looked at the blonde woman who had helped her. “Thank you….” She said softly and hurried out into the hall to tell the nearby guard about the woman who was bolting for some reason. But the man was already in hot pursuit of the blond chic.
She felt….defeated. Once again Hayes had another woman in mind…and it wasn’t her. Why did she keep doing this to herself?...Why….Why couldn’t she just let him go? People did it all the time. What was her malfunction. She shook her head a little and walked back towards the parking complex. Flexing her hand a little and noticing that it was very very stiff…..well…that would make her job a lot more difficult.
Serena was sitting pretty on the little table as Marcus spoke in that sexy demanding voice of his…damn….he could order her around any day. But when Franklin piped up with a little rude comment about them having it easy Serena slid off the table and walked over to them. She didn’t lay a hand on the boy. She didn’t even look upset. But those blue eyes of hers were cold as ice. She looked the younger man up and down before she spoke. “Oh….I guess you’re old enough to have you big boy balls now? Well hun let me tell you something. No one has it easy anymore. Were a community here and everyone pitches in. Maybe your brain hasn’t caught up to those nads of yours but try to wrap your brain around that.”
She then gave him a dazzling smile and turned and walked over to where Marcus stood. Standing just a couple feet away from him. She should of let Marcus handle it….but she didn’t like the disrespect in the young man’s tone. But it appeared her little retort wasn’t enough as he spoke again. Serena stepped over and placed her hand on Marcus' arm as if letting him know that she was going to speak and he could save his breath….because she never had been good at biting her tongue.
“Running water? Yes we do. But you heard the rules here. Exams first and then if you pass you’ll be welcome to shower. But-“ Before she could finish her statement a blonde woman came running down the hall to their rear. She turned around, confused as hell. She could hear the guards yelling from a little ways off…they obviously knew about her…and she had to stay with their ‘guests’. The woman looked at Marcus and said one simple word that made Serena’s eyebrows raise before she took off again. Serena looked over at Marcus obviously confused. “Liar?”
Post by Shelby Redfield on Oct 5, 2016 4:08:13 GMT -5
Days of traveling couldn't have been anymore of a stress-inducer, especially with the literal walking dead groaning about at every corner and were relentless to boot. Such a day of horror-filled, adrenaline-drawing travel into the heart of a corrupted, dead New York City saw the arrival of yet another newcomer upon its debris-hidden streets decorated with an endless stream of abandoned and dead cars, trucks and the occasional corpse, as the repetitive hum of a motorcycle, a customized Harley Davidson at that, err'd to a gradual hum down into silence as the engine was killed near a bus stop in the residential area around a particular structure nearby that could be seen over the roofs of some low-built buildings and houses. It was huge, spanning wide over what could be surmised as a some-odd number of kilometers. Shelby, the owner of the Harley and the newest visitor to the city, observed this after making sure the immediate area was secure. The entrance to the large structure--pointedly named "Yankee Stadium" by a telltale sign pointing in its direction on the side of the street--was well within her sights and practically just a moderate jog away.
Reaching aside, she reached into her waistpack and drew one of a few small plastic cylindrical canisters and looked at it. It was her second-to-last one out of 5, the contents a range of green matter that seemed to be little cutlets or grounds of plant-like material; some pieces were leafy and consistent, some were bits and pieces of stems and some were even rice-like in appearance. She gave the canister a little shake before popping the lid and dropped some of the raw plant material into her mouth before closing her mouth to chew. Her reaction was the same, a slight wince. It wasn't just any sort of plants she just ate, but various herbs cut and ground together...but in their mixture, their original scents and tastes blended as well so she experienced a full course of sweet taste, with sour and then even nothing. After a minute of willful chewing, she closed the canister again and pocketed it into her waistpack with her pale glacial cerulean eyes on the stadium some small distance away. She got back onto her bike with a balanced and experienced straddle and started to notch it alive, preparing to drive it towards the stadium slow enough she couldn't be heard, when her first disappointment of the day came: she was out of gas.
"God damnit. Ugh, fine. I'll walk you this time. I hope I get some gas soon, but God forbid I don't find a good gas siphoning hose. Grand-tucking-fastic.", she muttered to herself. She was particularly attached to her motorcycle, it was 1 of 2 she owned, and the one she had now was of her own purchase and so she customized to her heart's extent, to suit her own style. That said, she didn't like it when she couldn't get by with what she had a love for, but that didn't stop her from gently easing the machine into balance and slowly pushing it towards the stadium. Her trip was relatively safe and unhindered, save for the appearance of a single walker. That was another anomaly to her experience here--where were the walkers? It was almost as if someone had actively begun annihilating them from existence around the area. She notched the bike's stand on its side before reaching her right hand to her left shoulder/breast area and unclasped the brown leather fastening around a charcoal-grey cylindrical handle and promptly pulled the handle out, uncovering a stainless steel blade, a Buckmaster knife, before flipping it into a reverse grip and watched the zombie closing in on her.
When he made for a desperate lunge at her, she lunged aside and used her left leg to utterly trip the corpse forward and in her stride, she turned abruptly and planted her foot into the back of the zombie to keep him down, before ducking down to stab the poor corrupted soul in his cranium, putting him out of commission for good. With a sigh, she wiped the blood onto the man's otherwise clean-enough shirt before sheathing and fastening it again, and resumed her approach. It never got better for her, she didn't like fighting these things, but she was more used to it than she was 3 years ago. Thinking back, she felt it weird coming back here. She was here 3 years ago, the eve of the undead; on that horrid night, she was here to visit her cousin for summer break from college, but encountered the undead instead. She was scared, and turned tail and ran--rode, with her tail between her legs.
With a light shake of her head, she looked up at the secured and blockaded area of the stadium once she got up close and personal, and lightly shook at the fencing and gate, not quite risking yelling to get anyone's attention.
Post by Craig Dean Mathews on Oct 5, 2016 7:16:55 GMT -5
Franklin had to give all he had to restrain himself from hitting the women that was inches away, he just wanted to knock the fucking bitch out but it would only make matters worse "Bitch" he muttered under his breath before asking about the water, when hearing the women Franklin looked between Jolene and Marcus 'Liar' why had she said that? was this all a sham? were they just suckering them, herding them around the stadium like cattle on a farm? it was to late to do anything they already had they're guns but franklin had to get them out of here somehow, Craig wasnt gonna listen he's to caught up in his fantasy of what Marcus had made up
"Can we just leave right now?" When Franklin had said that Craig turned to him "What? no im not leaving go if you want but im staying here" Franklin glared at Craig, Craig knew what he was thinking, but he also knew to follow his heart, and his heart is telling him that this place is legit, its the best chance they'll ever get at a life, a community, something to fight for....
Franklin a little steamed now decided to stay with Craig "Aww fuck it!" frank exclaimed
Post by Damen Smull on Oct 5, 2016 10:30:37 GMT -5
Damen followed the lady to be met by a man who's name was Marcus. This was the one who was in charge of the place. He began a long speech that he must have repeated a lot of times since it came out like water. “I`m sorry for any inconvenience you`ve may have suffered thus far, but trust me, it`s for the best. Your weapons will be returned to you in due time. I know this place may come as a shock to some of you, although we`ve been at it for quite some time now. We`ve seen our share of trouble, and I`m sure you have too. Life out there can be a treacheries place to be, then again, it could be here as well if one don`t watch it. We`ve experienced more than once those who have just sought to enter just to steal from us, hopefully none of you intend to do so.” He spoke loudly, which rang out in the hall they stood. “By the looks of it though, it seems you`ve been through enough and could really need someplace to sleep.” He added, not wanting to scare them.
“Worry not, we got plenty of space and after we`ve examined you for bites and etc. you`ll be allowed to mingle with the others and eat if you so wish. The rules here are simple and you will be briefed on how it works, but know this, if you stay, all adults must do their part. You will be given a job, determined by what you are good at. The child will be allowed to learn from our teachers, and how to defend one-self. When you work, the child will be watched by our most trusted caretakers. The world is no longer what it once was; it is up to us to make it better and I can only count on you, the people, to make that happen." Looking at each and every one, he wondered what they thought, but hoped he made a good case and that they understood the situation.
“Now if any of you got any questions or want to leave, now would be the time. When we are done here, Serena will take you to our psychologist and medical team. If you pass the check up, you can stay, if not you got to leave.” Gesturing to Serena and the exit, he waited for their reply to everything he had said.
The Naval Commander simply shook his head about questions as he stepped in line to go get checked out by the medical staff. Going through all the tests and stripping down to show his body, it was determined that he wasn't bitten, but his body had shown many scars across his body that has indicated as captivity and tourcher. His mind was was probed by psychologist to see if he had suffered from any ill affects from everything that he has been put through, again, Clean bill of health. Taking the paper work from both of them, he went to look for Marcus to see where he will be placed in. He began to talk to himself. "Finally, a place I can relax a bit and not worry about getting a bullet or a lashing."
"...We will not go quietly into the Night! We Will Not Vanish without a Fight! We're going to live on, we're going to Survive" ~Damen's Beginning for his Rally Speech
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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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.
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