Post by Baron Neal on Oct 16, 2016 21:08:32 GMT -5
Baron still contemplating if this place is crawling within the shadows. But it doesn't matter what he thinks. With warning he didn't even hear, she was gone. He watched her in the headlights head towards a cabin with her knife and lighter in hand. "Shit." he said, turning off the truck to save gas. He could of kept the headlights on for light, but he didn't know how bad the battery was and really didn't want a dead battery to deal with in the morning.
Stepping out of the vehicle, he realized, his eye sight was shit. He couldn't see a damn thing. No signs of light. And if there was any chance of a good spotlight from the moon, it was covered by trees considering they were deep in the woods at a summer camp site. Baron remembered breaking into a summer camp because he had no money and he wanted to sell dope to other kids. That was the first time he ever got arrested. Served time in Juve for it. Wasn't too scared the other two times. He felt more like a superstar behind bars at that point. When in reality, he was just a screw up who started young.
Walking into the cabin that Zephyr had entered, he looked around. Checked the beds and the drawers. Nothing that caught his eye. That is until, under one of the pillows was a poorly hidden axe. A nice one, probably a fire axe taken from the wall. Why it was hidden would forever be a mystery. It seemed like a sturdy weapon to have with you in the apocalypse if you had a good arm. Baron suddenly stopped missing his crossbow, admiring his new toy. Even whispering to it as if it had ears of it's own. "Imma call you Betsy."
Just then, he heard a crashing sound followed by the snarls of a walker. Baron quickly darted towards the pantry to see a walker easing up on a very hurt Zephyr. The walker glances at Baron for a quick second before getting it's fucking skull split open by the fire axe. Baron, tries to act even cooler by pulling the axe out and kicking the walker to the ground, but his hand slips and the dead corpse dropped with the axe. "Shit." Out of frustration, he stuck his foot on it's chest and pulled the axe out before looking over to Zephyr. "This is Betsy.".
He then leaned the axe against the door and looked at her. He seen the pain on her face and the blood seeping through the shirt. Which reminded him that he had no shirt on. Again, he caught himself caring about somebody else more than himself. At least for the moment. He wanted to refuse but was he genuinely caring for this woman? She did save his ass after all. Several times. Maybe he felt gratitude and wanted to do whatever he could to please her out of appreciation.
"Listen, this world keeps shitting on you. And it's shitting on me too. But that doesn't mean we gotta take it's crap alone. Your in pain, so i'm here for you. Go take it easy, i'll search the pantry, and any other pantry now that I got this bad boy, and you rest in there on that bed." With that, he began to head in the pantry before stopping to look at her again. "By the way, the name's Baron."
Stepping out of the vehicle, he realized, his eye sight was shit. He couldn't see a damn thing. No signs of light. And if there was any chance of a good spotlight from the moon, it was covered by trees considering they were deep in the woods at a summer camp site. Baron remembered breaking into a summer camp because he had no money and he wanted to sell dope to other kids. That was the first time he ever got arrested. Served time in Juve for it. Wasn't too scared the other two times. He felt more like a superstar behind bars at that point. When in reality, he was just a screw up who started young.
Walking into the cabin that Zephyr had entered, he looked around. Checked the beds and the drawers. Nothing that caught his eye. That is until, under one of the pillows was a poorly hidden axe. A nice one, probably a fire axe taken from the wall. Why it was hidden would forever be a mystery. It seemed like a sturdy weapon to have with you in the apocalypse if you had a good arm. Baron suddenly stopped missing his crossbow, admiring his new toy. Even whispering to it as if it had ears of it's own. "Imma call you Betsy."
Just then, he heard a crashing sound followed by the snarls of a walker. Baron quickly darted towards the pantry to see a walker easing up on a very hurt Zephyr. The walker glances at Baron for a quick second before getting it's fucking skull split open by the fire axe. Baron, tries to act even cooler by pulling the axe out and kicking the walker to the ground, but his hand slips and the dead corpse dropped with the axe. "Shit." Out of frustration, he stuck his foot on it's chest and pulled the axe out before looking over to Zephyr. "This is Betsy.".
He then leaned the axe against the door and looked at her. He seen the pain on her face and the blood seeping through the shirt. Which reminded him that he had no shirt on. Again, he caught himself caring about somebody else more than himself. At least for the moment. He wanted to refuse but was he genuinely caring for this woman? She did save his ass after all. Several times. Maybe he felt gratitude and wanted to do whatever he could to please her out of appreciation.
"Listen, this world keeps shitting on you. And it's shitting on me too. But that doesn't mean we gotta take it's crap alone. Your in pain, so i'm here for you. Go take it easy, i'll search the pantry, and any other pantry now that I got this bad boy, and you rest in there on that bed." With that, he began to head in the pantry before stopping to look at her again. "By the way, the name's Baron."