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Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on Dec 24, 2016 2:40:45 GMT -5
Chris descended the stairs to look at the source of the car sounds before she stopped and looked at the only closed door the stairs had taken her. What was out there? She didn't know, but she knew from experience she had to be quiet. Ever the quiet stepper, she closed the distance between her and the door before, with one swift turn of her wrist, opened it and stepped back with her staff at hand, ready to defend herself with what she just may have uncovered!
Post by Joseph MacMillan on Dec 24, 2016 14:10:16 GMT -5
Bracing himself against the outside of the building, Joseph kept his head on a swivel, listening for every little sound, watching for every little movement. I know I heard someone inside this building, he thought, but to borrow the quote, 'is it live or is it a walker?' Checking his lever-action once more, he slung it over his shoulder and pulled his revolver from his hip holster and held it firm in his hand, waiting for whatever was on the other side of that door...
Suddenly, the door swung open; stepping back from the wall, Joseph stood where he was and said, "Who goes there?" he said in a clear, calm voice as he waited for whatever was apparently getting ready to come through the door, keeping his sidearm down at his side so as not to frighten or alarm whoever was on the other side of the threshold ahead. "Who goes there?" he asked once more...
Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on Dec 27, 2016 4:54:18 GMT -5
Chris recovered from her brief second of surprise at seeing a man, armed, on the other side of the door she just opened. Instinct told her to try and bash him with her staff, possibly to try and disarm him...but seeing he was mere feet from her with his gun primed at the ready, and the possibility of him not being alone, she decided that would not be the best option. She, too, lowered her staff and spoke with an air of caution but also relief, "My name is Chris...are you by yourself, a bandit?"
Post by Joseph MacMillan on Dec 27, 2016 20:56:46 GMT -5
"My name is Chris...are you by yourself, a bandit?" the woman asked Joseph, the two of them standing mere feet apart from the other, weapons lowered but at the ready. Pausing to catch his breath, Joseph holstered his revolver and said, "No, there's two others," pointing back towards where both Kara and Rizzo were waiting at the opposite end of the corner from where they were at. "We been on the road the past couple of days from Tennessee; we were part of a group down there...don't know where they're at, but given the weather coming down at the moment," holding up a hand as the snow began to fall heavier around them, "I'm not waiting to see if they followed us up here," not knowing that they hadn't.
Holding his hand out as if to offer a handshake, Joseph continued. "Anyway, I'm Joseph, a doctor by trade. Nice to meet you, Chris." Looking around, he added, "Now that you asked about me, I have to ask: are you a bandit by chance or is there somewhere you and your people call home?"
Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on Dec 28, 2016 7:41:01 GMT -5
Chris watched and listened to Joseph as he explained that he wasn't a bandit, further proven by how he actually told her he wasn't alone and even pointed them out to her. A bandit wouldn't do such things! As she watched as one of the women, a wine-haired woman in a white coat jogging up to Joseph to see what was happening, Chris heard the question turned back on her, earning a chuckle from her.
" No, I'm part of a survivor base not too far from here. If you aren't against us, then you are more than welcome to join us. We need to rally back with the others before we leave, so let's go, shall we?"
Post by Joseph MacMillan on Dec 28, 2016 14:05:13 GMT -5
" No, I'm part of a survivor base not too far from here. If you aren't against us, then you are more than welcome to join us. We need to rally back with the others before we leave, so let's go, shall we?"
Best news I've heard in a long, long time, Joseph thought as three more people - a red-haired woman carrying an injured man alongside a young girl - joined him and Chris outside, the snow now falling thick around them. Now joined by both Kara and Rizzo, who'd ran across the intersection to where everyone else was at, Joseph pointed towards a truck that was slowly rolling up to them and asked, "I assume that's your ticket back home, right, Chris?"
Post by Kate McCready-Bates on Dec 28, 2016 17:53:01 GMT -5
"Yeah, that's our ride," Kate said, pointing towards the truck, which was now stopped nearby. "Let's get Quentin here loaded onto the truck and get out of here," pausing to look at Joseph and the two other newcomers who'd joined them moments earlier. Before any of them could introduce themselves, Kate held up her hand and said, "Save the introductions for when we get back to Belle Isle; right now, we got a gunshot victim we need to treat once we get back, so let's focus on that for the time being, alright?"
Post by Joseph MacMillan on Dec 29, 2016 1:36:02 GMT -5
"Save the introductions for when we get back to Belle Isle; right now, we got a gunshot victim we need to treat once we get back, so let's focus on that for the time being, alright?"
While he was tempted to tell the redhead off, Joseph paused and snapped his head around upon hearing about the gunshot victim. "Excuse me, did you say gunshot victim?" Joseph asked, snapping his fingers at Kara, who tossed him his medical bag. Reaching in, he grabbed some gloves and continued. "I'm a doctor; let me worry about him until we get back to wherever you guys are from, then we can do more for him there, alright?" looking Kate square in the eye as he spoke as he snapped the gloves on his hands and began examining their wounded compatriot, seeing if there was anything else the matter with him and seeing if they could save him....
Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on Dec 29, 2016 8:19:06 GMT -5
"I'll help however I can, just know I know nothing about the medical field. ", Chris chimed in as she held her staff protectively as she looked around; she wasn't a rescuer by nature, but she was good at defense. She would use all of her strength to defend the group!
Post by Quentin Lee on Dec 29, 2016 22:55:51 GMT -5
Hailey looked around to see walkers approaching from all around the group, she set the bag on the ground and unzipped it before grabbing the AR 15 which still had the silencer on it and tossed it to Christiansen "here!" She said before grabbing a silencer out of the duffle bag and zippIng It back up, she then drew her m9 beretta and twisted the silencer on the barrel of the pistol before taking aim at the walkers that had gotten to close, once Kate and Joseph had got Quientin inside the truck hailey climbed in after them waiting for Christensen
Post by Kate McCready-Bates on Dec 29, 2016 23:27:44 GMT -5
Glancing up from Joseph as they began working on stabilizing Quentin's wounds, Kate noticed that they were quickly drawing unwanted - and undead - visitors; reaching over, she banged on the back of the truck cab and called out to the driver, "We're ready to go; let's move! Let's go!"
Turning back around towards Joseph, she then said, "Nice trick with the horn earlier, Doc; you rang everyone's freaking dinner bell!" venting her spleen at the doctor but otherwise returning to the business at hand, that of keeping Quentin alive long enough to get him back to Belle Isle and under Joseph's medical skills.
Post by Sarah Sharpe on Dec 29, 2016 23:40:52 GMT -5
Meanwhile, back in Communications.....Pacing the floor inside the Communications room at Belle Isle, it was all Sarah could do not to grab the handset and ask what was happening outside the wire when suddenly one of the radio operators turned and said, "Just spoke to the driver; they're on their way back to the Island!"
Thank God for tender mercies, Sarah whispered as she walked over to the radioman, a set of rosary beads in hand, as she thought of what needed to happen next. "Call Outpost #31, tell them to be ready with the barricades...and call down to Medical; tell the duty medic to have one of the exam rooms prepped for the injured," pausing as she turned and headed for the door. "And if we need you, Ms. Sharpe?" the radioman asked.
"I'm going to be downstairs waiting for our people to return," Sarah replied, adding, "First, though, I'm going to peek in on Meredith, see how she's doing," as she stepped out of Communications, anxious to check in on her daughter before the rescue team returned to Belle Isle.
Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on Dec 30, 2016 16:39:29 GMT -5
Chris hopped up into the truck by Kate's side, keeping staff inside to keep it from clashing what little room there was in the trunk bed of the truck and kept it more upright defensively should there be some uninvited guests, holding Kate's hand as her other one banged on the truck cab to let the driver know they were all ready and accounted for, and sighed softly of relief as she would hear the driver pick up in speed to make way back to Belle Isle.
Hyatt was just on his way to the Communications room when he lightly bumped into Sarah, and quickly jutted an arm out to catch her with a light intake of breath, his greenish-grey eyes down on her as she would rest in his arms before releasing her after helping her find her balance, "Sorry about that. I was just on my way to find you, looks like I had my work cut out for me."
Post by Sarah Sharpe on Dec 30, 2016 17:52:40 GMT -5
Hyatt was just on his way to the Communications room when he lightly bumped into Sarah, and quickly jutted an arm out to catch her with a light intake of breath, his greenish-grey eyes down on her as she would rest in his arms before releasing her after helping her find her balance, "Sorry about that. I was just on my way to find you, looks like I had my work cut out for me."
"Oh, its' no problem," Sarah replied, dusting herself off and getting back on her feet. "I was just getting ready to go outside and wait for our people to return; we can talk out there if you'd like," smiling and holding her hand out in the direction of the main staircase.
Post by Kate McCready-Bates on Dec 30, 2016 18:07:36 GMT -5
Gripping Chris's hand as they headed back down towards Belle Isle, Kate kept one eye on the road ahead and the other on Quentin, wincing every so often as the truck seemingly hit every pothole on the street. "A few more years of this weather, Chris, and we won't have to worry about driving anywhere because the roads won't be around," Kate said as they slowed a bit to dodge some abandoned vehicles. Turning back around, she gave Quentin a friendly pat on the shoulder and said, "Just a few more blocks, buddy, and we'll get those wounds patched up, okay?"
Post by Quentin Lee on Jan 2, 2017 22:16:42 GMT -5
Quentin had been going in and out of consciousness as they brought him to the truck, he winced in pain as they se him down on the hard metal bed, as they drove the pain only got worse, his tourso arm and leg had been shot, he then heard a soft voice, at first he thought it was Haileys then he seen the blonde haired girl, her hair was shiny and reflected the sun which told him she was from a settlement, as he tried connecting the dots in his head he asked "where's hailey?" As he looked around searching for her to no avail
Last Edit: Jan 2, 2017 22:17:01 GMT -5 by Quentin Lee
Post by Joseph MacMillan on Jan 2, 2017 22:41:10 GMT -5
"There's the bridge up ahead!" Looking up for a moment, Joseph saw the quarter-mile expanse of the MacArthur Bridge - he knew it was a quarter-mile because on the one time he'd been to Detroit, he'd walked the distance between the ends and thus knew it was a quarter-mile - and breathed a robust sigh of relief; their new home - his, Kara and Rizzo's - was within sight. "I see it, Kate," Joseph replied, adding, "I'm assuming the settlement's just off to the left, I presume?"
"You presume correctly," the medic replied; before either of them could say anything else, they heard Quentin ask where his friend Hailey was at; looking around in the back of the truck, only pausing as they passed underneath a set of barricades at either end of the bridge, Joseph saw the person in question. "She's right here, Quentin," he said, motioning for her to gently come over to where he was - or more specifically, the spot he was pointing to next to Quentin.
As he waited for Hailey to make her way over to Quentin, Joseph took the moment to examine Quentin once more and began thinking of what needed to be done for him. "Kate," he said, snapping his fingers towards her, "go ahead and call in, tell them to have a stretcher ready for Quentin; I'm also going to need a surgical kit and local anesthetic so that I can work on Quentin here, get there wounds fixed up and get him back on his feet." The running man, the man who'd driven three long, hard days north to escape an attack on his old settlement was gone.....replaced by the doctor and protector he'd been since the world fell apart.
Post by Kate McCready-Bates on Jan 2, 2017 22:54:34 GMT -5
"Kate," Joseph said, snapping his fingers towards her, "go ahead and call in, tell them to have a stretcher ready for Quentin; I'm also going to need a surgical kit and local anesthetic so that I can work on Quentin here, get there wounds fixed up and get him back on his feet."
"Got it," Kate said, picking up her radio and calling in; after letting one of the other medics know what was going on, she set the radio down and sat back next to the side of the truck, looking around and feeling thankful to be alive once more. Seeing the yacht club building ahead, she smiled and said, "We're about home, everyone," taking a moment to look ahead, "and it appears the welcoming committee's out there, folks," noting that Sarah, Hyatt, a couple of Belle Isle residents and one of the medics - Natasha, Kate noted - were waiting for them towards the front entrance. Once more into the breach we went, Kate mused, and once more we came home alive and safe....
Ellena was waiting with the others by the entrance as Kate was returning. She still felt a bit strange. As if this were some crazy dream. She had been surviving with the civilians she had kept alive since outbreak day for three whole years. Each day was a struggle to survive and now.... Now they found people, they found community, they found hope. There were medics here. People felt safe enough to have children here. Two by Ellena's count at least. Sara Sharp's baby and Julie's son was born here. There was still death, and people were still lost. There was a small cemetery around the back of the isle. Julie had spent a lot of time at some guy's grave named Brian. Ellena didn't know the personal details of that. She just knew that she couldn't let her guard down. No matter how safe this placed seemed she still had to be ready for any possibility.. Ellena didn't smile as Kate came closer, she was guarded. Ready for anything when she saw that Kate was accompanied by a stranger. Ellena cared about the people of Bell Isle. She had grown to care about them over her time here. She also had grown protective over them. As protective over them as she was over her own civilians.
Ellena: Is there anything you need from me?
Ellena's voice came out soft and trancelike. She didn't tear her eyes away from the people coming back. Her pouty lips pursed and her eyes curious. Her obsidian hair flowing around her face in the gental breeze. Ellena wanted to step up and take on a bigger role on the Isle. Be part of what made this place so safe and keep that cemetery at the back of the Isle from growing bigger... At all costs.... But did that mean trusting strangers? She was a stranger at some point. Sara didn't have to let her and her people stay. Ellena knew they weren't a threat but Sara didn't know that. Just like they didn't know much about these new arrivals..... It's sad that trusting people is about the hardest thing you have to do now days. Ellena mused as she moved to allow the people coming back to get in.
Ellena: Kate?
Ellena asked quietly. As if almost asking if these people were ok in her book. A simple approval from Kate would do. Ellena trusted her judgement from her time on the Isle.
Post by Kate McCready-Bates on Jan 4, 2017 16:22:15 GMT -5
As the truck slowed and finally came to a stop, Kate climbed off and began helping a couple of stretcher-bearers load Quentin onto the stretcher so that they could treat his wounds; once they were away, Kate stood and looked around, feeling somewhat drained but otherwise just glad to be both alive and back home...
Is there anything you need from me? .... Kate?
Looking around to see who it was whose voice she heard, Kate saw Ellena and smiled. "Oh hey Ellena," Kate said, rolling her head around and trying to work out the kinks in her neck, "we made it back okay," running a hand through her hair and admiring Ellena for keeping things together between her group of survivors and everyone at Belle Isle, the two groups slowly merging into one as time went on. "As soon as we can get our newcomers through Medical and cleared, let's see if we can't get back to working on how well everyone's trained in self-defense. I think they'll do alright but I'll defer to you on that."
After a few moments, she asked, "How are you and your people doing, Ellena? Still getting used to everything and all?"
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
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.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5