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Gideon was lost... again.
He'd been biking for weeks, and his plan to go to Canada and find some frozen safe area was simply not working out for him. He'd taken a wrong turn at some point, and ended up in southern Oregon, not far from California. Gideon stopped near another road sign, breathing heavily, accepting that he was just going to have to go wherever the asphalt took him at this point.
It was fairly early in the morning and he noticed a large building with an unreadable sign nearby, devoid of an undead presence. Curious, he propped his bike up against the wall and took his ax out, searching for an entrance, which he inevitably found, although locked by a large chain. He knocked on the door and pressed his ear to it, hearing no sound from inside. It might just be his lucky day. Gideon chuckled to himself and slammed his weapon onto the lock, loudly breaking it.
He glanced around to make sure he was alone before slowly opening the creaking doors and entering the warehouse. From his position near the entrance, all he could see were stacks of containers with no signs of tampering. He grinned to himself, relishing the idea of having such a massive quantity of loot completely at his disposal with no strings attached. His grip on his ax tightened as he continued further in.
Post by Daniela Ford on Oct 30, 2016 14:31:23 GMT -5
Dani had been walking for weeks. One step after another. She never knew where she was going.
The recent gunshot wound on her arm had been messily bound with old rags and blood was seeping through. She was losing blood. Fast.
She pulled her hair back revealing the earrings that snaked down her ears. It's a miracle they haven't been ripped out. Dani was lost in her thoughts and continuously ran a hand through her matted hair until she noticed a warehouse. After scouting around the perimeter, she thankfully entered through a gaping hole in the wall.
She ached for any source of entertainment and was pleasantly surprised when she was greeting by a walker. With a tilted head, she examined it. The lack of a bottom jaw made it all the more grotesque. Satisfied, she twirled a knife expertly in her hand and plunged it into the walkers head. Thank god the gunshot was in her left arm. She'd be dead if she couldn't use her dominant hand.
She pulled the knife out, letting the body fall with a thud and looked around. A sudden noise to her left had caught her attention and she narrowed her eyes and tried to pinpoint the location of the sound. It was human for sure, there was no groaning, shuffling or trails of blood. The crashing noise was soon followed by the clattering of a chain.
Curious, she waited a few moments before taking action. She heard soft footsteps and sheathed her knife with a smirk. "Hey!" She yelled, then pulling out her gun. She didn't care about anyone hearing her, dead or alive she could take them on. "I'll blow your brains out if you're not careful." Safety off, she stalked forward, holding back a wince from the ongoing throbbing. Don't show any signs of weakness. She couldn't see the person, they could easily shoot her but she wasn't was willing to go down like a scared bitch. "HEY." She repeats, louder this time. "I'm warning you."
Last Edit: Oct 30, 2016 18:05:42 GMT -5 by Daniela Ford
Gideon's ax destroying the chained lock was deafening, so he initially didn't hear the person from within warning him. To this end, he was extremely surprised to see, or rather hear, something coming from within what he thought was an abandoned storehouse. He was so startled that he jumped backwards out the door, tripping onto his back. His large melee weapon clattered beside him, but he was quick to take out his shotgun which was strapped to his shoulder. He trained it on the doorway as he stood up, his finger shaking on the trigger.
It was at this point that he realized how poorly he had accomplished what he was going to do. He hadn't seen another living person in so long that he had almost forgotten that he wasn't alone. He set his pack down, the barrel still pointed at the entrance. He crept forward, silencing his breath. He didn't dare underestimate whoever was inside. He hadn't spoken at any time during his biking trip, aside from profanity when things didn't go his way, so he took a few seconds to think of a solid response.
"Who the hell are you?" He yelled, trying to calm his voice. He reasoned that his position was impossible to attack by the way he'd gone in, as his repeating weapon could destroy people attempting to go his way, but there may have been other entrances he hadn't seen yet, and his gaze now flickered from side to side. If there were others trying to flank him, he realized he was pretty screwed. As hypothetical situations continued to play nightmarish visions in his head, he decided to try talking again, hopefully in a less hostile manner. He lowered his gun slightly, not knowing how to proceed, but trying nevertheless.
Post by Daniela Ford on Oct 31, 2016 1:03:19 GMT -5
Dani cocked her head at his strong reply. He seemed relaxed but wasn't willing to answer his question. She took a few more steps forward, looked around and spoke back.
"Well. There is a lot of shit in here." She calls out, suddenly aware of the few walkers that she'd gained the attention of. Once again, she killed them off, but the pain in her arm was nearing unbearable.
The injury happened a few days ago, when she ran into a few scavengers that shot her before she could shoot them. Nevertheless, she still killed them, despite the injury. They had one gun between than and neither of them had a decent aim.
Determined to find this man, she treads carefully, her footsteps making little sound on the cold, hard floor. She was surrounded by supplies but Dani always liked a little excitement. Even if it resulted in her getting shot.
With the man still not in sight, she tacticallly turned whilst stepping, her movements clear and indicating that she was no newbie to handling firearms. For all she knew, the man could have her in his sight or a sniper pointed at her head. If she died, she didn't mind. She didn't have anything to live for anymore.
She lowered her gun with a sigh, giving up, but she still kept it firmly on her waist.
"If you want to kill me, just do it. I'm already hurt, I wouldn't take it personally." Dani's voice was now hoarse, her throat was sore from the lack of water and her arm was still bleeding. All of this movement didn't help. Defeated, she leaned against some crates and kept her gun clutched in her good hand. To be honest, she didn't want the guy to shoot her. If he was a bad man, she'd trick him into thinking she's weak, kill him, then take his shit. It's a method that has worked many times. But today, she was actually weak. She took a deep breath and put on a brave expression.
But Dani couldn't help but wonder; what if this man didn't want her dead? All the other people she's encountered all wanted to kill her so she learnt to do the same. Maybe there's still some people that are willing to help others.
"You gonna shoot me or no? Don't be a pussy." She smiled sadly to herself, disgraceful at what kind of person she'd become. Quietly, she stalked around another corner of crates. In front of her, she saw the figure of the man disapear around a significantly bigger pile of crates. She followed cautiously, noticing that the man had quite a bit more muscle than her.
Too focused on the man, she accidentally kicked a empty can across the floor. "Shit." She hissed, pulling up her gun and bracing for the worst, all while flashing the most sarcastic smile she could muster.
"Nice to see yah."
Last Edit: Oct 31, 2016 13:27:13 GMT -5 by Daniela Ford
Gideon admitted to himself that his expectations of a well-stocked group were ridiculously off the charts when the woman emerged. The temptation to fire instantly had been great. His eyes remained level with the sights, still locked on. Nothing in this world was going to make him take chances, especially not now. He even glanced at the kicked tin can, assuring himself that it was not a thrown explosive.
He remained silent for a while as his eyes wandered to the disastrous injury on her left arm and viewed it with concern. Being trained in first aid, he believed it to be self-bandaged, clearly not by a trained professional. The almost suicidal nature that she had been displaying pointed to it being from a walker bite, although even this seemed dubious at best.He assumed from this injury that he was at an advantage, but the woman’s right arm seemed functional enough to continue to justify him to register her as a threat. He realized that silence wasn’t going to cut it this time, and he needed to take the initiative.
“Likewise. Lower the weapon.” Gideon said, calmly as possible. A hypocritical statement, with his own weapon pointing at her directly, but he was not in a mood to compromise.
“Just looking to take supplies from that building. Nothing else. I venture to say there's more than enough to go around.” He continued. He decided, after saying that, that making commands at gunpoint was something he really shouldn’t be doing. It irked him that the Apocalypse had changed him into such a distasteful person. Ever so slowly, as if against every part of his being, the large shotgun was lowered. He tried to self reason, saying that shooting would draw enough of the undead to kill him either way. Even then. Besides, he had a glimmer of hope that this stranger wasn’t trying to kill him. Maybe he could even fix up that arm; but he has his priorities to get straightened out. Getting himself, preferably accompanied by a large quantity of acquired goods, in and out of there was his only goal. It would take more than a smile to get him to slip up, as effective as that smile may be.
Post by Daniela Ford on Oct 31, 2016 17:47:09 GMT -5
Dani flickered her eyes over the man before her. He was larger than her and clearly knew what he was doing with that gun of his. He might be stronger but Dani knew she was more than capable with those two knives of hers. The stranger seemed almost intimidating and couldn't have been much older than her. She looked him up and down, attempting to pinpoint the locations of any other weapons when she noticed his gaze on her sloppily bandaged arm and lowered her weapon very slightly.
"It's not a bite." She said simply, not breaking her stare with the stranger. "Ran into some assholes on the road. They got a shot on me before I could kill them." Her gun lowered a tad but she jerked it straight back up when he spoke again. Almost second nature. Yet the man still appeared calm.
"As you can obviously tell, I'm not having a very good day. So, if you have any medical shit on you then I recommend we make a deal." Dani scanned his frame up and down, noting him down as a threat due to way he carried himself in a confident manner. "After that, I'll promise not to shoot your sorry ass and trust me. After a few years training in the army, I'm a pretty decent shot." She set her gun in her back pocket and attempted to raise her arms in surrender, letting a slight wince escape from her lips.
Dani was willing to give this stranger a chance, unlike all the other people she had encountered. He seemed pretty uninterested in her, she could tell his mind was set on the plentiful supplies. However, she knew not to trust people easily. She set her gun at her waist, taking her eyes off of the man and onto a walker that lurked not far behind him. It turned its crooked neck and began shuffling, snapping its teeth in anticipation.
"Behind you." Dani gestured calmly, knowing that he was capable of protecting himself.
Gideon eventually realized how impractical negotiating was at gunpoint. Glancing over his shoulder, he took the stock of his shotgun and slammed it down into the walker's temple, causing it to collapse before kneeling to give it a brutal second blow to the skull which caused it to cease moving with a refreshing splatter of blood to accompany it. He sighed afterwards, wiping his face off before reaching into his pack and taking out his first aid kit, making it visible. He kept his firearm slung over his shoulder and in reach, but otherwise in a non-threatening manner.
"I can get you patched up." He mentioned, stepping forward a bit, although instinct still made him cautious. He hadn't lowered his guard like this since he was at his hometown all those weeks ago. It was a very lawless region in this area, but he reasoned that she could've shot him earlier anyways, so there was enough justification for him to at least make sure she didn't just bleed out in front of him.
"Name's Gideon. You're going to have to take that wrap off. I used to be a firefighter; I know damned well what I'm doing." Gideon added, continuing forward at a slow pace, not wanting to appear threatening. The warehouse wasn't quite as imperative anymore. A person like him did indeed struggle for a multi-week period of solo bicycling and camping across an undead wasteland. If she was former military, which her story of surviving a bandit attack strongly supported, he really didn't want to screw around. His facial expression remained flat and emotionless as he flipped the case open to get some gauze and dressing out.
Post by Daniela Ford on Nov 1, 2016 16:21:56 GMT -5
Dani looked onwards, observing Gideon as he took out the walker and his gaze soon landed back on her. As he began his careful advance, Dani resisted the instinct to swipe a knife at his throat or pull a gun to his head. She told herself that he was trying to help and not trying to kill her, but she never knew what was going through a person's head.
She stared in awe at his medical supplies and couldn't help but feel the slightest urge to go back to her old ways. Gideon was willing to share vital supplies with her but she didn't know whether she would do the same. She'd have to have to wait and see if he's worth it.
"I'm Dani." She said, expressionless, her gaze fixated on the medical kit before her. For all the years the world was an apocalyptic hellhole, she'd only seen a few scarce medical supplies.
Carefully, She peeled the rags from her arm to reveal a nasty looking bullet hole. She was no medical expert but the messy bandaging seemed awfully red and covered in blood. With a disgusted expression, she looked back up at Gideon.
"Firefighter? Tough job, that." Her thoughts were filled with Cody, a lifelong friend, who wanted to be a firefighter. Shame. He's dead now but Dani felt no grief, she'd numbed herself from it a long time ago.
Sitting on a lower pile of crates, Dani twirled a knife fluidly in her good hand, trying to prove that she was still a force to be reckoned with. Even with her injury. The blade weaved through her fingers until it pointed upwards.
"Try anything, you're dead." She hissed, before breaking the stare and holding the knife still.
Gideon forced a smile, rolling his eyes simultaneously. "Dani, I had a repeating shotgun lined up with your skull a few seconds ago. If I'd wanted to kill you, I'd have done it long ago." He inspected the injury slowly, noting the lack of infection before attempting to quickly wipe it down and dress it properly. He hadn't needed to use his medical skills at any point, aside from a few minor cuts and bruises, so he hoped he wasn't making it excessively painful. She had been honest; it was a bullet, without a doubt, which had gone clean through, without any artery or bone injuries or even infection. Pretty damn lucky, now that he thought about it.
Quickly attempting to conclude his business, he took a large bandage and wrapped it around what was left, shrugging off the threats. "Where are you headed?" He asked on the side, stepping back and nodding at his own work, which seemed quite adequate or at least better than what she had previously. Yet now that he had concluded his part of the bargain; although it seemed quite petty to put it into such terms; he was surely going to have his fill of what was inside before more walkers came along. It seemed that this area didn't have too many survivors.
Gideon glanced at the crates, acknowledging his intent on looting the place before moving on. His thoughts still lingered on his former question, which he pondered himself. his Canada plan really seemed impractical, considering he'd spent multiple weeks going in the opposite direction, and instead was going to head south, hopefully ending up in California, somewhere safe hopefully. Yet his curiosity on what a fellow survivor planned on doing was mounting.
Post by Daniela Ford on Nov 2, 2016 14:49:41 GMT -5
Dani sat still as Gideon dressed her wound, watching closely as he worked, trying to pick up some tips. The pain was bearable and she soon got used to it. Once he was finished, she slid off of the crates and sheathed her blade onto her hip. Then smiled at him in thanks.
"I should probably give you something, since you didn't shoot me and dressed up my arm." She bent down and unstrapped a small knife from her lower leg, passing it to him.
"It's not big but it gets the job done. You can get it out a bit quicker than that axe you've got there." The small, dark green handled knife had saved her life many times with its easy access and size.
"I would give you more but you can clearly see_" She gives him a tiny curtsy. "I'm not doing too well." The murderous thoughts were gone, she hadn't talked to anyone like this for a long time and she felt a touch of guilt for all the people she had shot on sight. Other survivors were now more scarce than ever. Dani guessed that humans were killing each other and the dead weren't as dangerous, just background noise.
She pulled her backpack onto her back, wrapped her bomber jacket around her waist and adjusted the straps of her black tank top.
"I'm not headed anywhere." She pulled her gun out, shooting him a look of reassurance and checking her ammo. "I'm pretty shit when it comes to navigation. I was gonna make my way up to any military bases, grab some more supplies. To be honest, I thought I would've died by now." Dani turned to him and glanced around at the plentiful supplies.
"So. What's your plan, Gideon?" Dani gave him a small smile. "I'm guessing you've got your eye on all this stuff. I'm quite surprised that no other survivors have found this place, I'd be careful."
Last Edit: Nov 3, 2016 13:10:16 GMT -5 by Daniela Ford
Gideon sighed, handing her the blade back. "It's fine, thank you." He replied, standing up straight and returning the smile warmly. "I was heading to Canada earlier, but I've set my sights on California. Got to be something down there, right?" He took the kit and loaded it back up with the supplies and snapped it shut. "Maybe some others. Living nomad just isn't working out for me anymore. People are both the problem and the solution, walkers be damned."
In truth, he debated his future carefully. The large metropolises that dotted the Western coast of the United States were going to be either refuge or the home of hellish hordes of sizes almost infinite. However, it at least promised some form of survival, rather than the scarcely populated landscape of the north. The dead were not even an issue anymore anyways.
"I mean, we could travel together if you've no other ideas." He mentioned. "People traveling alone are pretty damn suspicious, as we've seen." Gideon had never actually come into contact with a bandit in person, although he'd seen their deeds from a safe distance on occasion, without the weaponry needed for long-range assistance.
He smiled, shrugging as he turned around to retrieve his ax and heft it on his shoulder.. "And the company sure wouldn't hurt."
Post by Daniela Ford on Nov 4, 2016 11:33:28 GMT -5
Dani strapped the knife back onto her lower leg and listened to his words intently. California was her home.
"Nice. You could sunbathe while you're there." She tipped her head back and let out a soft laugh. It was the first time she'd laughed in a long time.
"They set up refuge camps around, manned by the military. A few of them got overrun, including the one I was stationed at." The thoughts of seeing her family and friends inside, dead, sent shudders down her spine and made her feel uneasy. "Last I heard, there might be a few groups near there and I agree. People are the danger and walkers are just an extra pain in the ass."
Dani remembered the groups vividly. The twisted smiles on their faces as they felt joy in watching her and her friends kill each other. She did, in fact, kill about ten of them. That makes one less pack of bitches to worry about.
She then turns to him, quirking up a thick eyebrow. "I guess we could. You seem capable of looking after yourself and I'm not willing to drag around dead weight. To be honest, I'm quite happy I didn't shoot you like I would normally do. I guess not all the people left are assholes."
She shoots him a small smile. "I'm pretty reckless so you'd have to stop me from killing myself."
Gideon smiled and chuckled softly. It was certainly a peculiar feeling to laugh and not hate life again. It was then that he really understood what the lack of human contact had done to him; made him far more hostile and prone to shooting first and asking later, which he really did not like to see in others, let alone himself.
"Chances of survival are best when you aren't alone, reckless or otherwise." He said, a smile forming on his face. "But I will advise against calling strangers names. Some might actually shoot." Gideon took his large backpack and strapped it on, doing a quick weapons check to make sure nothing had been dropped or gone missing. When he found everything to be in order, He walked to where he'd left his bike and brought it over.
"I don't think this thing has multiple seats." He admitted, glancing at the small thing. It surely wasn't going to hold more than a single adult person for a long distance "Have you been walking all these years? No car or anything?" He inquired, sighing at that small issue. He wasn't against walking, but a trip into California meant one of two things, as far as he knew. Either it was filled to the brim with hordes of the undead, or it was home to beacons of hope where he could find refuge. Either way, it would be a long journey, which he knew from his own biking fiasco he had done from Montana, which had been ridiculous in its own right; and that was a solo operation with the bicycle.
"You could take the bike until we find something more suited to a group transport." Gideon offered, not wanting to show off an advantage or be otherwise rude.
Post by Daniela Ford on Nov 6, 2016 17:23:05 GMT -5
Dani was pleasantly surprised when Gideon brought his bike over and as she looked at it, she couldn't help but sense a hint of jealousy.
"I've managed to walk this far, I reckon I'm good." She kindly declined, she'd grown used to the feeling of sore feet. It had stopped bothering her a long time ago.
"I've been reading the road signs, there's a little town not far from here. People would've left their cars amongst the chaos and some are bound to be unlocked with keys in. That's unless someone hadn't taken them already." She tucked her gun into the rear pocket of her ripped jeans.
"It's not far, but I don't know what you want to do with that bike." Dani could tell it had been through some tough times, it was worn and scratched. She passed a hand gently across the metalwork.
"If it's your best friend, you can ride it to the town and we'll work something out." She smirked sarcastically, but a quiet sound quickly catches her attention. In a second, her gun was out and the guard was off. She whistled a few notes in an effort to catch the intruders attention, a walker emerged from the crates, disembowelled.
Dani laughed to herself, holding out a blade and once again, twirling it in her fingers and plunging it into the walker's head. Blood splattered onto her face and she wiped it away with the back of her hand, then proceeded to clean her knife off on her jeans.
"I can always try and fix up a car we find, I'm not good at it, but my brother taught me a thing or two." She walked backwards over to Gideon, gun still up, shooting him an apologetic look and gazed around the warehouse, chewing on her bottom lip.
Gideon weighed the options carefully. On one hand, there was only one bike and two people. On the other, there is the chance that they wouldn't be able to find any transports at the town she'd mentioned. Either way, they were leaving a lot to chance, by hoping that they were going to get a functioning vehicle, by hoping that they wouldn't need the bicycle, and additionally by hoping that there were settlements in California in the first place. Nevertheless, the less risks the better, as far as Gideon was concerned.
"Bicycles are just more reliable." He said plainly. "They don't need gas, don't need keys, and don't make so much noise. This one is meant for durability. If we can find another one up in that town you mentioned, It would be best if we just took that instead of a car. If we can't find another good bike, we'll just take a car, drive the route that doesn't go near any of the big cities, and try to find some other survivors."
While not totally confident in his own plan, Gideon nevertheless assured himself that it was the only feasible way to sweep California for both supplies and a place to settle; mobility might decrease with more people, but more people was infinitely safer, especially since his new companion had immense skill in weapons, likely better than his own. he grudgingly admitted.
"I mean, unless if you have a better idea." Gideon added, shrugging. He wasn't good with directions, anyways.
Post by Daniela Ford on Nov 9, 2016 17:15:42 GMT -5
Dani considered the choices, she knew it wasn't a great plan. The town was more than likely to be swarming with other survivors and the probabilities of a car were low. She agreed with his plan, the bicycle was a trustworthy mode of transport but there was only one.
"You ride it. I'll manage." She walked over to a small crate of supplies, piercing the plastic film with her knife and pulled away the box inside. She split it open, stripping back the tape and tipping out the contains. A few cans rolled out, satisfied with an assortment of fruit and beans. She took half of them and rolled them across the floor to Gideon, the other half was quickly jammed into her bag.
"Since we're travelling together, we might as well get to know each other." She straightened up. "I'm Daniela Ford. I think I'm 24 years old. I don't count the days. I had a brother who was my parents' favorite and I was a piece of shit who drank and partied. Then I got arrested, they were mad and persuaded me to join the army and here I am. I had a group, they're dead now. We ran into some real fucked up people and they made us shoot down each other." She said, no emotion in her voice and giving Gideon a shrug.
"Shit happens. I traveled by myself for a while, you're the first person I haven't shot. I normally kill on sight, there's some real messed up people out there and it's kill or be killed." She let out a soft laugh. "Make sure I won't regret not pulling that trigger."
"So, what's your story? Then we can go to this town."
Gideon swiftly organized the canned goods into his pack, closing it securely and picking it up once more. He sighed at the prospect of giving away person information, but nevertheless decided that there was no reason not to. They both had plenty of opportunities to shoot each other at this point, and trust couldn't be a legitimate issue. After all, he didn't know if people he used to know were alive.
"I was a firefighter by the name of Gideon Crawford." He said plainly, looking his fire ax over. "Dropped out of college, disowned by parents. They didn't fair too well when the dead started walking about. The group i was with had a civil war, and I was the only person to get out without buckshot in their chest or a horde of those roamers gnawing on his neck."
He walked slowly as he spoke, not wanting conversation to be a hindrance to their progress. He pushed the bike alongside him, as using it would make him quite faster and split them up.
"Killing people on sight may be safest..." He admitted. "But most people are just here trying to survive and don't want any trouble. I've only killed a handful of people, and only when there was no alternative."
He mused over what he was saying, but realized what they were walking into and stopped a moment.
"Do you know anything about California? Any potential sites where people might have found refuge or hunkered down?" He asked, realizing that he didn't exactly know where to go other than the state itself ; although he did realize that they might get to pass some of the redwoods in the north of the state, which would be good for cover and maybe even a good site for a construction of a safe zone.
Post by Daniela Ford on Nov 12, 2016 4:03:11 GMT -5
Dani doesn't notice him stop and ultimately walks a few paces before turning around.
"I know a place." She says quietly and biting her lip. "It's not too far from the camp, I was stationed at." She admits, absent-mindedly twisting the stone beads on her wristband, not meeting his eyes. With a sigh, she takes a step backwards and runs a hand through her hair. There was a sudden ache for some headphones and decent music to block out the world.
"There might have been survivors from the camp when it got overrun, or they're just people. They could be bad people." Her thoughts are racing, she has suffered a pretty tough time with other survivors.
"We could go. I'll try, I don't know whether you've run into some bad people but_" She releases a shaky sigh and shakes her head. "Don't worry. We should go." The memories were vivid in her head, but she quickly pushed them out. Gideon is a more thoughtful person than she is. She didn't entirely trust him yet, but he seemed like a decent person compared to her. She couldn't imagine how he must feel travelling with a stubborn girl with a few knives and a gun.
"You don't have to travel with me. I can be a real pain in the ass." Dani says, no more happiness in her voice and giving him a sad smile. "Can't believe you've put up with me for the short amount of time we've known each other."the
Gideon shrugged as he pushed his bike along. "I've been with more repulsive people for far longer. I'll tell you that you're selling yourself short; some people around are downright vile creatures, no more worthy of the term human than those biters running around." He stopped a bit, peering around, noting that most of the nearby undead were deceased and it seemed to be a quick trip south.
"I mean, if I'm the one who's giving you problems, I could just scout ahead on my bike, get there first, clear it out, and check for better transportation." He offered, desirous of a more efficient method of moving forward. "We can meet up in the town, depending on if it's overrun or something."
Gideon was apprehensive of his own ideas, and understood that both he and Dani had little clue on how to proceed, other than that he thought California was their best bet and that she knew of some local town on the way. While this was far from a good start, he was confident that simplicity was the best way forward. Then again, he was bad with directions... but how hard could it be to simply run ahead and find the town?
"You know, on second though, do you want to go there first?" Gideon asked, smiling and offering her the bike. "Just to recon it out. I'll travel along an open road so you can warn me if it's been swarmed by crazy people or biters."
Post by Daniela Ford on Nov 16, 2016 16:52:21 GMT -5
Dani nods her thanks and swiftly pulls herself onto the bike and cycles ahead. She passes a road sign and turns right, towards a town ahead. The buildings looked in tact and she could see a few cars around. She smiles to herself.
As she pulls the bike over she props it against a car and immediately inspects the cars nearby. A few walkers stood in her way, but she took them out and opened the unreliable door of a dusty car. Inside was some gum, a pocket knife and an empty coffee flask. She gathers the gum and knife quickly and pulls herself into the drivers seat. Dani was about to look for the keys when a few voices snatched her attention, she ducks down into the foot space and draws out her gun.
The voices get quieter and Dani cautiously emerges, she then heard a loud crack and felt the breeze of bullet on the side of her head. She swings herself over the hood of the car and hunches down for cover. Gideon would've heard the gunshot, but should she shoot back? She remembered what he had said.
She shoots anyway.
The gun, like an extension to her arm, is absentmindedly raised and her finger squeezes the trigger. There's another loud crack and one of the three men falls lifelessly to the ground. She then runs as fast as her legs could carry her and ducks behind a building and could see the open road in sight. Making a run for it would be suicide, they would shoot her easily.
Dani kneels down, checking her ammo and tilting her head back to think. She had just killed another man who could've had a family or loved ones still alive.
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