Post by Ryder Jones on Sept 28, 2016 8:39:54 GMT -5
Ryder sat on the road leaning against his bike as he observed his surroundings, Alex had left to stake out the community at Yankee stadium two hours back. So Ryder spent his time relaxing in the sun with his nearly empty flask of whiskey in his palm and a cigarette dangling from his lips. There had only been one walker that he easily took care of, another one that completely overlooked him and a crow pecking at the ground a few meters from where he sat. He knocked a rock towards the bird with the tip of his boot chuckling when it cawed harshly and flew into the treeline. There was nearly nothing left of the cigarette when Ryder pushed the embers against the ground noting a figure darting through the trees in the distance. He pursed his lips together amused that someone would venture out alone.
"Easy take" he muttered standing to his feet, he pushed the bike behind the wreckage of an old van already rusted by nature and emptied by scavengers. He pulled an old rag from his bag and threw it over the bike knowing that it was enough to camouflage it. And he followed confidently, almost calmly in the same direction pulling his gun out to recheck his ammunition, not that he had to use it. Holding the barrel against people's heads seemed to be enough motivation to give their goods, hopefully this time he didn't have to waste a bullet.
There was no telling who it was or what they were capable of doing but the treat seemed to die down slowly as he approached a young girl walking the away from the direction he came from. He took another long sip of whiskey from the flash feeling the lack of alcohol left, "that's a damn shame" he held the flash upside down noting that he had probably made his presence known.
"You seem a little lost there sweetheart" he told her with a smirk looking at her closely trying to note what she had that he could take.
"Easy take" he muttered standing to his feet, he pushed the bike behind the wreckage of an old van already rusted by nature and emptied by scavengers. He pulled an old rag from his bag and threw it over the bike knowing that it was enough to camouflage it. And he followed confidently, almost calmly in the same direction pulling his gun out to recheck his ammunition, not that he had to use it. Holding the barrel against people's heads seemed to be enough motivation to give their goods, hopefully this time he didn't have to waste a bullet.
There was no telling who it was or what they were capable of doing but the treat seemed to die down slowly as he approached a young girl walking the away from the direction he came from. He took another long sip of whiskey from the flash feeling the lack of alcohol left, "that's a damn shame" he held the flash upside down noting that he had probably made his presence known.
"You seem a little lost there sweetheart" he told her with a smirk looking at her closely trying to note what she had that he could take.