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Charles knew what the woman was feeling. Thus was her command and the idea of abandoning it was like contemplating willfully failing. He knew that she needed to leave though. These people would not survive much longer out here on this base. It was just way to dangerous and if anything with some actual strength came up against them this place would fall like a house of cards.
"You all need to leave. I know that you don't want to hear that but it is the truth. You can't hold this place with so few men. Why don't you come back to the farm. All of you. Pete would have to be figured out but the others seem like good people and we could definitely use the extra hands."
He let his words sink in. They would have to overhaul the barn and the cellar with sleeping areas but they were already going to have to do that anyways with Declan and the kid.
"So Brian says something about gumbo. Don't believe I've had a good gumbo in at least.... what has it been like two years?"
"I fully agree that we can't hold this," Amber said relaxing her stance. "We are in no way ready to leave. We'll need tonight and tomorrow to get ready." She looked at Brian who just nodded. "I agree Pete will need to be dealt with. He's a good soldier but is a giant pain in my side." She paused and but her lip again. "If you will have our group we would come. We will need help loading the supplies. We have vehicles tha we can use. Also some fuel you may need."
Brian looke at Abby as she stepped out. "You must be Abby. I'm Brian," he said extending his hand. "We were about to go see if Louis is preparing some food. Why don't you all come with us. We can let max rest while we get a bite to eat. Think Gumbo is what was on the menu. May mot be actial gumbo but it will be the best we can get with what we have." He laughed.
"Right this way Chalres. In the mess hall," Amber sai motioning for Charles to follow as she walke down the hall.
Abby could not help but over hear half of what was said. Just like that, these people were coming with them. What the fuck had she missed! They had shot Max and all was forgiven,hell, come on and join us! This was bullshit!
She stared at Brian's hand,but didn't take it. She looked at the female, then Charlie. She spoke softly," Charlie,can I talk to you?" She didn't know what was going on. Abby didn't like it,not one bit. He could have at leastt spoke with her and Max before he invited them to the farm. She stared at Charlie," what's going on?"
It was obvious to Charles by her tone that he had fucked up in her eyes and he knew exactly why. He had failed to even bring his last comments to her and Max before just unilaterally deciding to invite the people here to the farm. Fuck, he thought to himself.
"They won't survive her much longer and Max may need the medic some point soon. If he's not careful, which when is Max ever, he could get an infection. Without the doc he could die and Amber wasn't going to let him leave. I thought of the most expedient answer and invited them to the farm. We could use the help anyways. If we are going to get a wall up the extra bodies will help."
He looked at her. She was a fireball for sure. He knew that if he said the wrong thing that he would poss her off. He probably couldn't completely escape an ass chewing UT he hoped he could lessen it. He didn't really care but it would be best to keep tempers away from boiling.
"I'm sorry. I should have talked to you and Max first, I just didn't think."
Abby crossed her arms still holding her bat. It was obvious he was right. " Really?" Her eyes roamed his face as she listened to his explanation. He did have valid points and she knew Max was hurt. She also knew Max trusted this doctor,Brian. Abby 's stance softened a bit. She believed him,'Don't do it again,we are a team,right? Me ,you,Max and Sarah." She figured if he felt strongly about this enough to be away from Sarah longer than necessary, she would not go against him. " they going to feed us,maybe we should bring some for Max,and I wanna stay with him," Her eyes says he might be quick to trust but she wasn't.
"I won't, and yes we are a team." His stomach growled. He hadn't realized how hungry he was till just now. He needed something in his stomach.
"I'll get Max something to eat and I'll have the kid get you some food. We had probably better be getting in to see Max though, got to inform him about the decision. He'll probably be pissed at me too."
Abby followed Charlie in and leaned against the door, she frowned since he didn't mention the decision." Well, you get your wish, we staying the night and the army is coming home with us." She folded her arms and stared at Max, " it's ok though,I already ripped Charlie a new ass for not talking to us before he invited the brady bunch to live with us." She grinned at Charlie." You hungry? They making food ,I can go get you some and come back." She smiled at Max,letting him know she would come back.
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Post by Max Rivers on Mar 10, 2015 21:40:25 GMT -5
"I'm feeling alright," Max smiled, "shoulders a little sore. But you know what can you do." He reached up to hold It, looking at the pair who just entered.
"I was going to sugest it," Max said looking at her. "We need the help. I doubt they'll just hand over the supplies either. Besides that one asshole we hadn't had any problems have we." He moved his eyes from one to the other.
"If we are staying I'd love some food. Why don't you get some Abby and then come back here. We can eat together. I'd join you all but not really mobile right now, want to rest my shoulder." He looked at the door. "Why don't you take Jay with you Charles. Kid hasn't spoken a word since we got here, maybe food will get him to talk."
"What she said. Sorry I didn't ask first. We will have to figure out what to do about Pete. He is a hothead and we already have our quota filled for those."
He was deadly serious but he made it into a joke because really you needed to joke around from time to time or you would go absolutely bonkers in the world the way it was now. He waved to them as he left the room, motioning for Jay to follow. When he got to the mess hall he saw Amber.
"Hey forgot to mention that I layer Pete on his ass."
She looked at him and he was relieved that she wasn't pissed.
"Sam told me. The fucker deserved it in my book so we're good. Grab some food."
Charles happily obeyed that order and sat down with his plate. He wanted to go back and sit with Max and Abby but he needed to get a feel for these people that he had just invited home with them. He watched how they interacted and honestly they seemed like good enough people, and like he had said they could use the help.
When Charles and Abby went to go talk to Max brian set off toward the mess hall. He hoped they would join him for dinner. Even if he advised Max to stay in bed, he still wanted to get to know the others.
He sat down next to Becky and Sam. They were both joking about something and already enjoying a bowl. He saw Brian come in and he smiled. He spoke about punching Pete. Brian nearly laughed, the man did have it coming. He was an asshole and if he had both legs he'd have cracked him out himself. He was no good in a fight, Pete would have kicked his ass.
Brian waved Charles over. "Come sit Louis will bring you a bowl."
When the man sat Louis came out. He had a big pot, steam rising from it. He placed three bowls on the table and scooped out the gumbo. It didn't have shrimp but it did have canned chicken, and sausage. He smiled at the table. "Ooh wee. Tats some good gumbo. Eat up. Made a big pot, can't really keeo leftovers."
Sam looked at charles and he extended his fist, "dude when you cracked out Pete. That was sick." He waited for the man to fist bump him, a big smile on his face.
Becky smiled. "So charles was it," she asked smiling. "You're staying the night right," she asked blushing.
Amber came over to the table. She bit her lip. "Okay I have something to say," she said clearing her throat, "tomorrow we are leaving with charles. They have a farm. It's more secrue than this. Easier to maintain. There won't be any arguments against it. Brian and I have voted towards it. I assume you guys will as well."
Louis smiled, "A farm would be good. Fresh veggies, some grain. We could make some pizzas," he laughed. "Where are the two others of your group?"
"Dude I'm so down to go to the farm. Get to hangout with this badass," Sam laughed as Becky smiled at charles and nodded in agreement of the farm.
The doors opene form the Mess hall. "We are letting these strangers in," Arthur asked loudly. "We don't know them. Now we're leaving to their farm. The could all be killers for all we know. And what about the experiments? I've been working hard on them, how could I just leave it all here. It can transport. Months of research gone, all because of them, these strangers."
Abby followed Charlie , she was going to get some food an take it back to eat with Max. She stood at thedoor and looked at what they called the mess hall. She saw Brian wave Charlie over and she waited. She didn't know these people. She heard a guy talking about making pizza. She assumed he was the cook. Abby moved over to him and spoke softly," Hi, I was hoping to get so e of that to take to Max, he's in the medical room." She smiled at the man and hoped this wad alright. She felt really awkward with all these people. A man walked in and Abby felt her jaw drop at his words. Experiments? What sorta experiments. She glanced at Charlie, and she knew Sarah was not going to be letting some asshole do experiments at the farm.
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Post by Max Rivers on Mar 11, 2015 16:32:20 GMT -5
Max sighed when abby left the room. It was quiet, and unerving. He didn't know this place, didn't like not being able to explore. He moved on the bed and yelled out, his shoulder was sore. He looked down at the stitches and laid his head down.
Through the door a man came. It was clear by the bottle in his hand and smell of his breath. He was drunk. The many had an obvious black eye, swollen and discoloured. He took a sip for the bottle, "Whell look at this fucker. Three inches to the left," he said pointing, "you're lucky," the man glared, "and now you've gone and fucked everything up. You and your fucking group." He steppe toward Max's bed and put a finger in his chest. "Should killed you with that shot. Fucking Raiders." The man was getting angry, right in maxes face. The man slugged Max one in the stomach. "That's for your Fuckit friend," he said as he punched max across the face. He fed him another shot, this time drawing blood from max's cheek. One more to the stomach and another to the face and Max was out for the count. "Mother fuckers," the man spat.
Charles was overwhelmed with the response he got when he walked in and sat down. It seemed that he was like some sort of side show for these people. He almost couldn't believe that they didn't know who he was but their faces showed interest and not disgust so they couldn't possibly know anything. He looked at the cook and smiled the man seemed to have an amazing attitude.
He next looked to Sam. The kid seemed like a lot of fun. He was pretty excited that Charles had knocked Pete out and that made him cool in Charles book. He awkwardly fist bumped the guy, it was something that he wasn't used to. It seemed strange but he wanted these people to like him so he tried to do it anyways.
"Seems he had it coming, plus you don't fuck with my people," he smiled
He looked over to Becky and nodded his head at her question about his name. He nearly choked on his gumbo at her next question. It was innocent enough if it hadn't been for the way she asked it and the way she blushed. He would have to make sure she didn't know where he was sleeping. She was cute enough but he was interested in Sarah only. Bit he didn't want to have to turn the poor girl down, not to mention the fact that it had been how long since he had done anything?
"Yeah we're staying here tonight."
Amber made her statement and everyone assigned their consent so it seemed that everything would be going the way he thought it would.
"Hey Louis, we got a generator too, so we can refrigerate food."
When the scientist stormed in and started b itching about his research Charles stood up. He had seen way too much "research" before he abandoned his post and it had all been useless. He looked at the scientist.
"You can stay here if you want but if you cone to the farm you will not be conducting any 'research' saw more then enough of that shit before it had all broken apart. It was all useless and I won't have you endangering my people, those in this room that choose to come included."
Brian looked at Arthur as he came in. Charles was pretty determined to have to experiments, and honestly he didn't blame him. He disliked what Arthur did to the dead aswell. It would end bad one of these days. "Charles is right. You ca. Always stay here. People in this group have expressed disapproval over the experiments you do anyway."
"There you have it Arthur," Amber said looking at the man who stormed in. "you can stay and continue your research. Or you can come and stop your advancement."
The scientist just huffed and turned around leaving the mess hall, this wouldn't be the last time the issue was brought up.
Amber turned to the rest, "I'll go talk to him. You all enjoy your food," she said as she left after the scientist.
Louis looked at abby, "let's get you some grub," he said filling to bowls. "There you go, for you and the wounded man." He smiled as he refilled a few of the other bowls. "Just come back if you want more." He looked at charles, "we have one here, though Arthur, the man who just came in, uses it for other means. I won't let my food near those things. Dead or not they still creep my out."
Abby smiled and thanked the cook and left the room. She wanted to get back to Max and tell him about the crazy researcher this little group had and what went down between him and Charles. She had a feeling this was a bad sign and figured that arguement was far from over.
Abby walked into the med room with a bowl in each hand. One look around and both of them went to the floor. The drunk,Pete, was standing over Max. "What the fuck are you doing?!" She screamed and surged forward to get to Max.
Pete whirled on her, a bit wobbly now,his bottle pretty empty." Ah,the bitch from the gate" he sneered at her. As Abby cameforward her grabbed her around the waist and held on to her. He forced the bottle into her face," have a drink, loosen up,let's have some fun" Pete grabbed her by the hair and snatched her around to stare at Max," sorry, he's out like a light." He laughed and then used her hair to tug jer against him,his face nuzzled her neck," Mmmm, damn its been a long time" he kissed her neck and Abby shoved against him," get off me!" She screamed in his face. Abby jerked her head back hard, and twisted. Pieces of her hair lodged in his fingers, bit she gained space from him. Abby bolted for the door. She was almost there when he snatched her by the back of her overalls. He grabbed her around thw throat with his arm, her throat trapped in his elbow.
Abby couldn't scream. Her bat was propped bu the door but she was too far away now. Her arms flew out andshe knocked into metal rollongs stand. Max' jacket and gun rested on it. Her fingers closed around the gun. She felt jim against her back, his free jand rubbing all over her. She felt sick ,repulse bu his touch. Abby fumbled with the gun and got it by her side. It was a blur ,but she heard the sound of the gun going off. She felt the arm slacken and she turned, raising the gun. A blood stain spread out on his shirt from his side. He looked shocked," you bitch, you shot me!" He screamed at her. Abby could see Max plainly now,his blood was all she could see. She raised the gun at Pete and fired, the back of his head exploded all of the wall behind him," I did." She said and dropped the gun,sinking to her knees.
Everything else in the world ceased to have meaning the minute he heard the shots. Two shots. He feared that both Abby and Max were both dead. His mind couldn't process any other reason for two shots he ran past Louis, jostling the man as he moved towards the room that Max had been in. His mind was racing through the possibilities and the rage was building up in him. If they were dead then it was his fault. He had brought them here and even worse, he had left them alone when someone had already tried to kill one of them.
He rounded the corner and slammed open the door. It slammed into the dead man and when he saw Abby and Max were still breathing he audibly sighed and looked down. Pete's brain matter had redecorated the wall.
Brian heard the shot and dropped his spoon into his bowl. What happened? Where was Pete? Or Amber? He heard another and moved to stand up. What the hell was going on? His mind raced to Max. Who did he shoot now?
He saw Charles jump up and Knock into Louis on his way lithe door. Louis fell against the table, the pot of gumbo knocking to the floor. "I'm fine," the large man said standing up. "Brian get to therd bay, Sam and and Becky will help me clean up."
Brian didn't have to be asked twice he got on his crutches and hopped off towards the Med bay.
Amber heard the shot and glared at Arthur, "stay here," she orders as she pulled her pistol. The other shot sounded and she ran down the hall. She saw Charlie run in te med bay doors an followed after him. "What the fucks going on," she asked looking at Pete. "What the fuck did you do? What the fuck did he do?"
Abby sat there staring at the gun on the floor at her knees. She didn't respond , her throat felt raw, she was shaking. Charles came in, then the female,but she just stared. There was so much blood. Abby felt her eyes burning as the tears stung them. Slowly she lifted her trembling hand and pointed to Max.
It was obvious there had been some kind of a struggle. Her hair was a wreck, her clothing all dishevled and her shirt was shoved up around her breasts. She raised her head, if not for her wearing the overalls, they would both be seeing her breasts, one strap of them were ripped at the buckle.
Abby stared at Charlie, when her head lifted he would see a thick red line around her throat. She swallowed and made a strangled sob of pain. Abby tried to get up, but it felt like her body weighed a ton. She pointed at Max, then the body. Her hand trembled uncontrollably. She had never shot someone before, let alone killed someone. She had to though, right?
When Charles connected the pieces he went into what Sarah had called his action mode. He checked Max's pulse. It was there and strong so he was not the primary concern at this point. It was far too obvious what had happened at this point. This man that was now on the floor had tried to rape Abby. He could smell the booze and if he didn't have things to handle he probably would have flown off at the handle. What the fuck had this man been doing with alchohol. He kneeled down by Abby, not daring to touch her. She was panicked and Charles had actually dealt with a rape victim before. He knew she would likely be in a state where him touching her would be bad.
"Abby your safe now. He's dead but he had it coming. You had to protect yourself."
He looked up at the two in the doorway.
"Brian, see to Max, now. Pete did a number on him, look at his face. Amber, Abby needs some clothes, please go get her some. Someone needs to take care of the body. Brains been incapacitated so no fear of him turning. We bring no one else back here, no one."
They seemed to hesitate momentarily, not sure what to make of being given orders by the new arrival but he wouldn't have it.
"Move your asses before Abby goes further into shock. Pete assaulted my people, both of them. Abby protected herself and Max, fucking move."
Charles was a commander again. In this moment he realized that he cared about these people. They were his responsibility and he would take care of them, all of them. They needed the Director, not the man burdened by the guilt of his past.
"And if you want to question that order remember this. I'm probably the president which makes me the commander and chief. You both swore an oath, apocalypse or not."
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