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Post by Parker Watson on Nov 3, 2016 1:24:03 GMT -5
Parker spins around and sees Taylor with the rifle and stares at her with his eyes wide open. He tells Tara and Jenny to duck down behind a shelf. He pulls out his shotgun and looks into Taylor's eyes. "Please, me and my family have been here, for awhile now" he says, beginning to tear up. "My father just died please let us go" Parker begins to bawl his eyes out, his grip on the shotgun weakening.
Parker was never the person who would cry over things. He wasn't a very emotional person, but his relationship with his Dad was tight, but the though of him not being with them anymore hurt him even more. He continued to cry and cry. He looked up and Taylor, with his red-puffy eyes and begged for his life.
Jenny covers Tara and the two try sneaking around as Parker begs for his life. His mind then clicked. These people took the place that River called a safe-house, the last home he ever had, he wanted to remain there and his grip tightened and he raises the gun more and steps closer. "We were here first" he takes a deep breath and prays that Taylor wouldn't shoot. Unaware to him that Buster was in the store also.
Last Edit: Nov 3, 2016 1:28:53 GMT -5 by Parker Watson
Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Nov 3, 2016 1:52:05 GMT -5
Buster hadn't been seen yet. Hell, Buster was surprised when Taylor lifted her rifle and aimed it shouting out demands, but he reacted quickly. He grabbed a box of bullets from the cart. Sliding to his knees and throwing his back against the low counter getting out of sight. Buster didn't want to be seen. Buster looked at Taylor and mouthed the words "Keep'em talking" He didn't know what they were up againt and chickie could handle herself, he seen that much. She took down the dead no problem, and she laid a hurting on the big ass dude who did so much damage to Buster's aching body. Buster scrambled away and limped into into the little section that had clothes hanging up. He weaved in and out of the clothes trying to make his way around for a better vantage point. Buster could hear someone talking. Sounded young. He didn't dare a peek out at the stranger though. Didn't know if it was more of the guys that tried to kill them not long ago. If it was he wanted the element of surprise on his side. Buster Made his way through the maze of clothes and snuck closer. They were only feet away now. Buster risked taking a look and saw what appeared to be a guy in his 20's Buster loaded the revolver with the box of bullets he was carrying before setting the box on the floor. Six shots. He had six shots and that shotgun wasn't as good at this distance. Buster had the advantage. Buster clicked back the hammer and stood up aiming the gun at the kids head. Now he had Taylor with the rifle in front of him; farther back and with a scope. And Buster who was more likely to be in a shotgun's rang, but Buster was stone cold and didn't give a fuck. He was a gutsy little prick who liked to gamble with his life because it made things more fun. Up until recently the stakes weren't high because he really didn't care if he died. He was just living cus that's what was on the menu, but now he had taylor and the stunning realization that he loved her. Right there, right in that moment he came to that epiphany, though his expression never changed. A sly smirk on his youngish face as if Buster knew he had this kid dead to rights. Buster fucking loved her. He would die to protect her. And if things kept excalating, there was a good chance others were going to die too.
Buster: Ya gotta lotta balls kid. *Buster could see the pain in his face. He heard him say his father had died. Did that just happen? * Hows bout we put the guns down? Or i can turn your head into a sippy cup. Stick a fuckin crazy straw in the bullet hole and the dead won't be have to eat your brains they'll be able to slurp it out! Ya lost ya daddy kid? How about your mommy? Ya wanna loose her? Or ya sister? I don't give a fuck about you or your problems. I care about my problems..... And unfortunatly for you..... Right now you're my problem. I'm a problem solver kid, so put it down and lets all talk this shit out.
Buster talked with a heavy new york accent. His words came out rolling off his tounge like melting butter sliding across a hockey rink. He was unfaltering. Unwavering. HIs grip strong and his aim steady. He didn't care if this kid's dad died. Why the fuck would he care about that. People die everyday. It wasn't about being civil or trying to come to a solution, Buster was playin the kid. He wasn't showing how hurt he was even though his ribs were killing him. He needed help getting back to San Simeon with Taylor. If anyone attacked them again it'd be nice to have the extra bodies to pump lead out the window as they drove as fast as they could. Buster needed this kid's help, like this kid needed a reason to end this standoff. He was scared, emotional, grieving his father. He probably wasn't thinking straight. Buster could use the extra hands, he could also shoot this kid and his family in the head and be just fine with it.
Taylor didn’t twitch when Buster gestured at her. Knowing that he was likely going to try to get the advantage somehow…she just had to keep him busy. The guy started out sobbing and begging for his life but made a quick change over to anger, saying that they had been here first and angling his gun at her…again. Taylor was about done with his crybaby bullshit. She was ready to blow this guys brains out and let those kids and that bitch clean up the mess. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re talking to you little shit, but this isn’t a play yard. I don’t really give a rats ass if your mother birthed you here. “
And then Buster made his presence known. Taylor couldn’t help but smirk when her hubby spoke. She knew he was a beast…she had seen him in action. And hearing that confident tone in his voice was sexy as hell. Taylor didn’t lower her rifle but waited to see what the young man was going to do. He hazel eyes unwavering as she waited to see if she was going to need to blow a hole in his head.
“Might wanna listen to him kid….I just saw him bite a guys corneas out.”
She said kid, but he looked to just be a few years younger than her. It was his actions that made him seem youthful though.
Post by Parker Watson on Nov 3, 2016 16:24:00 GMT -5
Parker had his gun pointed right at Taylor's face, he could see she wasn't phased by the current situation, he gulps when he finds another gun pointed at him, this time a male. Buster had his gun pointed right at him. Calling him a kid, telling him to put the gun down, as much as Parker wanted to fire Taylor's head off. But he thought to himself, the second he pulled the trigger, he'd be dead, and so would Tara and Jenny. Parker does as Buster tells him and he lowers the gun, before dropping it at his feet. Eyes kept streaming down his face and he looked up at Taylor.
"Have you known what it was like to loose someone so close to you?" he looks at her. They may have lost someone close to them. Someone like family, but he just lost someone and he can't bare it. Everyone deals with death their own way, but Parker was shown someone who couldn't fight but Parker can. His hands shake in fear as he looks down at the blood, he thinks back to when River died, then back at his family, he kneels down. "Please take us in. We don't mean any harm" he begins to feel sick in the stomach, he felt like he just lost everything.
He looks back up at Taylor, and then Buster he gulps, he sees Tara shaking in fear, along with Jenny. He mouths to them 'I love you' thinking that this was his time. He looks down at the floor. "Do what you have to do" he takes a deep breath and glances at the ceiling and smiles.
Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Nov 3, 2016 17:03:52 GMT -5
Buster watched as the kid dropped his gun and asked to join their group. Poor sack'a shit looked like he was barely holding it together. His moms wasn't looking to hot either. She looked like a dogshit sandwhich hold the mayo. Buster didn't know what it was like to grieve the loss of his father. His father was a rascist asshole and when Buster heard he had died the first thing that he did was laugh. But this kid was in pain. He was reeling from the loss. The kid was sitting on the floor crying with guns pointed at him. Buster looked to Taylor and gave her a look as if to say "Ay! This guy fuckin serious?" Buster lowered his gun and nodded to Taylor to do the same. His old nature was kicking in. Old habbits, they were hard to break. Buster walked calmly over to the kid who was crying on the floor and he crouched next to him. Buster looked him dead in the eye. Buster's eyes were serious, intense brown balls of self interest. Yeah, this kid could join up with them. His family too. Buster Looked back to Taylor a moment.
Buster: Toss me the radio.
Buster was crouched in front of him, but Just out of arm's reach in case he tried anything squirrelly. He caught the radio when she tossed it to him and he held down the button. It was time to go the fuck home and it looked as if they was bringing some new friends. Buster didn't care about doing the right thing or sympathy or empathy or any shit like that. He was sure as shit not feeling generous. He figured if the guys that attacked him attacked them again he could sacrafice the little weasle. Give the assholes something else to shoot at as they made their escape. He was thinking that way alright. He didn't know if there was still a threat but he wanted to get back as quickly as possible. Things kept happening out here and he was getting tired of all the surprises. He knew at least if they got back they'd have the numbers to deal with any shit that came their way. Fuck it. He thought. He raised the radio to his lips. Buster's voice came over the radio..... All scouts who had them turned on heard his trasmission and this time they listened to it.
Buster: Hey assholes.... It's Buster. We're bringing back a few survivors we found out here. A kid and his Mom and Sister. Have that shithead Ace meet us at the gate so we can get someone with some medical training to check these guys out. Buster out!
Buster looked back to Taylor who was still holding the rifle and then he looked back to the kid and his family.
Buster: Look, if you wanna come with us we're leavin now! Grab ya shit and lets get the hell outta here, we got a place and we got 70 plus people there who know we're on the way back now, so if you try anything...... You're going to have lot of angry motherfuckers coming your way. Becaue they won't stop until they find who fucked with their people and fuck them back. Lets go.
Buster tood up and nodded to Taylor who he got the shopping cart from. Quickly finishing grabbing all the supplies he listed off he put them in shopping bags. Now to deal with the little problem of the dead at the front door. Buster had forgotten about that for a second.
Buster: These big retail stores always have a loading bay for trucks to unload in the back. Alls we gotta do is open the back door and sneak the fuck outta here we may need to get some new wheels though ours is kinda swamped at the front door.
Buster grabbed two bandanas one red one blue. He tied the blue one around his cut up hands just to keep the dirt and shit outta it and he tied the red one around his neck in case he needed on later. He turned to Taylor who was still holding up her rifle and smiled at her. Dam she was sexy as hell with a gun in her hand. I gotta thing for dangerous dames he thought as he got everyone to grab some bags and follow him to the back exit.
Taylor didn’t flinch when the man stuck his gun in her face. She didn’t think he had it in him to shoot. Taylor wasn’t the toughest bitch out there….but she’d sure as hell kick the girls teeth in. Taylor didn’t lower her gun when the man surrendered. It could be a ploy. But eventually he dropped the gun with a clatter at his feet. Taylor stared at him when he ask if she had lost anyone. Her hazel eyes didn’t soften but immediately her thoughts went to her mother. The calm positive force that she had been lucky enough to have. She was gone now though, and Taylor was glad she didn’t have to live to see the hell this world had turned into. No….the monster that killed her mother had been lurking within.
“…We’ve all lost people. It hurts. But if you don’t want to die you keep moving. You put in in a box and move on or it won’t be the dead that kill you.”
She wasn’t one to talk. Not really. She had a tendency to put up a wall. To refuse to get close to others because of the possibility of losing them. Buster was the first person to get under her skin in a long time….Perhaps it was because he was so similar to her. Moments passed and Buster spoke again. Taylor tossed him the radio and he called in to San Simeon. She was glad of it….not because of these people….But for Buster. When the man pretty much surrendered his life, looking up at the ceiling and telling his family he loved them she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Drama queen.” She said as she walked closer until she was able to pick up the man’s gun, the barrel of her own rifle only inches from his chest. “Haven’t you learned by now not to give up? Fuck man, grow a pair. “ She said before she roughly shoved his gun to him.
At Buster’s urging she grabbed as much as she could carry, and hoped the thin plastic handled didn’t give out. Her rifle came with an attached sling and she slid it across her chest. She looked back at the small family and nodded towards the cart. “You heard the man, earn your keep. Let’s go!” Feeling Buster’s eyes on her Taylor turned to give him a sly smile, she liked when he got all authoritative. She began to head for the back door Buster had mentioned, or at least in the direction she hoped it was.
Post by Parker Watson on Nov 4, 2016 15:44:03 GMT -5
Parker sat down and prayed and prayed. Soon then, Taylor had tossed Buster the radio, at first Parker thought this was calling for back up. But he called in for help, and then he told us about a place we could stay. Instead of this shit hole. Parker smiled and glanced back to his family and smiled. He stood up and grabbed his gun ignoring her insults. He wiped his tears, situations was not like this for Parker, he has been in many situations like this during the apocalypse. But the loss of his father weakened him.
He rolls his eyes after hearing more from Taylor. "You may be tough, but not everyone is. I just lost my father 5 minutes ago. So get your fucking act together, and shut the fuck up" The words were getting to Parker and Jenny had to pull him back. He was going to burst and beat the shit out of Taylor. But was it really worth it after what Buster was offering. Jenny apologised for Parker and then asked for their names. Parker rolled his eyes and joined up with Tara.
"You could get us killed with that smart mouth of yours" Tara rolls her eyes and Parker feels utter guilt and shame. Could he just set Buster off?
Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Nov 4, 2016 22:37:25 GMT -5
Buster looked at Taylor and then at Parker. Then he looked back to Taylor.
Buster: We ain't got time for this shit babe. We gotta bouce!
Buster grabbed a few bags and started hustling towards the back. They found the backroom that had a forklift and several metal shelves along with all the inventory, flatscreen tvs shoes shirts, baby toys. All kinda of shit was back here. Buster pulled out the map and found a marker on one of the shelves in front of a dry erase board. He marked on the map where he thought this place was with a big circle before chucking the marker over his shoulder and spitting the marker cap in his mouth on the floor. Buster was still sore as fuck, but right now adrenaline was kicking in. He knew it was only a matter of time before the limpys (What Buster calls the walkers) would break in the through the front door. He saw the loading bay door and slung it open. Fucker was heavy but he powered through it and managed to get it up high enough for everyone to get out. Buster stood there with his fucked up ribs holding the heavy door while everyone got through before he heard the crash in the front of the store. Kinda reminded him of how and Taylor first met. He didn't have time for that nostalgic bullshit though. Buster grunted and shoved the door high as he made his way on the other side of it. HE was standing on a little ledge and there was about a two foot drop. The ledge was so the trucks could literally just back up into the loading bay and have the forklift drive into the back of the truck and grab pallets of merch. Buster dropped from the ledge and twisted his ankle, but at least he got down.
Buster: Fuckin hell!
Buster was sitting on the floor wondering how he had such consistently bad overall shit luck today. Buster pushed himself to his feet and saw a hostest snack cake truck parked behind the loading bay door. That's our ride Buster thought. He hobbled over to it with Taylor's help and he found himself in the driver's seat. He waited for everyone to get in and he hotwired the fucker. It took some time, his hair was fucked up and kept hanging in his eyes obstructing his vision. The dead heard Buster screaming from twisting his ankle and were already rounding the building and spilling out from around the corner. Buster needed to get a fucking move on.
Buster: come on baby. don't be like that girl. daddy will be good to you just fucking start!
The van roared to life, well.... More like it started coughing after being resessitated, but still it was fucking stared. Buster started laughing.
Buster: Fuck yeah! Let's get the fuck out of here.
Buster heard the thudding hands of walkers piling up beside the van, but they were too late. As soon as they had reached the Van Buster was speeding off. Back towards San Simeon. Back towards home, Back towards someone how could check out his fucked up ribs.
Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Nov 4, 2016 22:47:57 GMT -5
THREAD CLOSED...... ( Buster, Taylor, Parker and his family move to San Simeon in the thread.... The Reunion. Everyone post there now Good posting everyone )
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