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Post by Ethan Lewis on Dec 21, 2016 18:24:12 GMT -5
After leaving sunrise and losing Jonathan, Ethan just wanted somewhere to rest, but knew it wasn't safe, especially being alone with Sarah, he held her in his arms as he walked down the empty street of the suburbs, wind blew garbage around and the stench of rotting flesh filled the air, there was a horde nearby, Ethan made his way up the yard to the nearby house and closed the door as he drew his silenced pistol with his right, holding Sarah with his left, she began to whimper, then cry "oh no I know hun, please be quiet" he then heard something coming from the living room, he turned to see it was a walker that had heard Sarah and came in through the back sliding door, he took aimed at its head and pulled the trigger, he then paced through the living room and the corridor into a bedroom, he closed the door and locked it then later her on the bed and put his backpack on the floor then unzipped it and grabbed the baby food as he threw the gun on the bed and picking up Sarah he sat on it sinking into its comfortable mattress he began feeding her quieting and calming her down, he turned on his side as he layed back and cuddled Sarah being lost in his thoughts remembering his brothers, friends and life before the outbreak he began to tear up, but quickly came back to reality as he heard the few walkers wandering around throughout the house that had been attracted to Sarah's cries
Night was beginning to fall, from the feel she could guess it was going to be another cold night and lonely one again. She had been tasked with capturing a man who had killed two people who were residents of Truce City, the place she now worked for and lived. She had spent most her time out of the city, but she could still see and feel the benefits of been part of it. Her food in take had improved dramatically with having fresh fish and vegetables regularly. She could almost swear her skin had begun to glow and have a healthy look to it again. Mentally having people to talk to about things other than just survival helped give her a positive attitude again. Most of all Hazel felt as if she now had a home.
The hunt for the killer had not gone according to plan, a gunfight had taking place and her car had paid the price. He had then escaped leaving Hazel with a two days walk back to Truce. It was that point Hazel had decided to bunk down for the night before the walk home, she held up into a two story house at a street corner and made herself comfortable for the night. With dark approaching, she lit a fire in the pretty large fire place, she had to admit the large fire place suited the four bedroom house and the kitchen which had a open set of doors to sitting room. It ment it was easyer to keep an eye on the back and front of the house. As the fire began to blaze, she pulled the sitting room curtains over and went to pull the kitchen blinds when in the back alley she noticed a man holding what looked like a child. Leaving her bag and jacket behind Hazel fixed her FBI cap and exited out the back door to follow the man if anything to just be sure he was of no threat to her. She was also curious to see if it was a really baby or just another baby corpse she'd seen people all to willing to hold on to.
As the stranger entered a house, Hazel took cover behind a hedge and waited to see if anything happened. The baby cried and with Hazel's smile the first floor of the house became alive with attivaty. She couldn't leave them, she knew if she left them now there was a good chance the baby would seal it's own faith with the father's if that was even the father.
Slowly she opened the back door, not wanting to draw anymore walker's and slowly made her way to the room the man and baby were. She entered the room and raised her palms of the hands towards him hoping it would prevent him from going hostile on her. Softly she spoke,
" We need to leave,"she looked him straight into the eyes hoping to get a feel of character," This house is not safe, you can come with me or stay and be dead by morning.” She was half tempted to just look at the baby, but she knew leaving now was the main concern and if they did follow she could look at the baby when safe.
Post by Ethan Lewis on Dec 30, 2016 1:22:00 GMT -5
He turned and picked Sarah up with his right hand and grabbed his gun with his left standing up he waited for the women to exit the room and followed her down the stairs and out the back door, he wanted to get her to help that man in the other house down the road but he knew they would be surrounded by countless walkers any second now, but he couldn't just leave him "you gotta get my friend some help, he's hurt, I told him I'd be back" he said as he followed her through the sliding glass door that led from the kitchen to the back yard
(How about that's one of the guys your char is hunting, then that would shake Ethan's trust in the city and possibly affect the way your char thinks about Ethan, like wonders if the baby is even his and if he's one of the people from the other guys group that your hunting since she just met him)
Hazel stood there for a second, think of the best option and the risks involved. The plan had been to just get the man with his child to saver grounds for the night and not start a set of rescue missions. The darkness was almost upon them and the walker's were beginning to horde. A few weeks ago she would of said no, now she was starting to be somewhat of her old self and feeling a duty of care. She fixed her FBI cap on her head.
" How far is he and how bad," some facts she just couldn't understand," Tell me, why are you holding up here than if your friend is near by, cause I only came to help you out cause of the baby. So if this is a trap of yours, trust me I'm not someone you want to trap in a corner."
Hazel wasn't happy that she'd given such a direct approach, but she had to be sure and let him know she wasn't born yesterday. She had three days walk ahead, the man with the child would slow her down a bit and probably involve more rest stops. But an injured person would be a leech altogether. This part of Virginia was not kind, the walker's were one thing, but this area was also teaming with animal life and not the cute little bunnies. It was well known this area had packs of wild dogs roaming that had survived the fall. Let alone Truce city folks had picked this area clean of supplies and vehicles was not a help. Either way it was a long walk home, one she'd start at first light and till then she had hoped to rest.
Post by Ethan Lewis on Dec 30, 2016 6:57:28 GMT -5
"No he's not that far, and hes shot in the left leg and left side of his chest, he's just down the street, and no, like I said I dont even know him, I just owe him" Ethan said as he took a left making his way through the broken fences and over the toppled ones that separated the yards until he got to the house that the man is in, Ethan put his gun in its holster and waited for the girl then opened the sliding door letting the women enter first so she could take point, he drew his pistol and watched their six while she checked out the room listening for any noises or calls
As the stranger slid the door open Hazel entered the house slowly, holding her shotgun she clipped her small torch on to a clip on the barrel and turned it on. Taking lead she sweeped through the kitchen and then the dinning room next to the kitchen. She held her hand up to inform the stranger to remain in the kitchen with his baby, the last thing she wanted was to have to worry about two more heads if things went bad and have a mess on her hand.
With the gun still raised, Hazel slowly entered the sitting room to find a dead corpse lying on the ground. The blood was still fresh and his body was lifeless. With a quick look around, she noticed no treats at the possible moment or possible dangers.
" It's safe for now," Hazel said directed towards the kitchen," he's dead two times over,"
The mans flesh was littered with bite marks and as she directed her light around the room, pools of blood lay on the floor. In her personal view this had been an animal attack, been week and injured had made him an easy target. Bloody paw prints littered the room. She had seen this all to much before, those weak and injured left alone all to well never made it to the reanimation stage. Kneeling down beside the body, she conducted a quick examination of the body and did her best to avoid touching it.. The mans head held clear bite marks to the skull, clear dog attack.
" Your friend died from a punch to skull," she began to feel uneasy by the second as she remained there," He's been dead with in the last ten to five minutes by guess. Wild dogs I'd say, we disturbed four dogs by the paw prints. Names Hazel, now stay close ."
Post by Ai Hashimoto on Jan 2, 2017 20:52:55 GMT -5
Four days.
For four days walkers approached and were killed. For four days Ai had scavenged and fought hunger. For four days winter wind bit into Ai’s light jacket, seeming lighter and lighter as the walk went on. What she wouldn’t do for a working heater, or even just a wood burning fireplace, with the chatter—or arguing—of family around her. Her father’s loud voice still rang in his ears, her aunt’s responding back in that cheerful southern accent of hers. Cheerful no matter what fight, no matter what chaos or argument, no matter what her son was getting into.
Ai’s lips broke a slight smile, and her eyes watered at the memory. When thinking of this the forest became nothing. The uncoming neighborhood was no longer important. The entire wasteland dissolved around her. Tears dropped and rolled into dark, slick hair, already matted to her cheeks by sweat. The darkness had dropped sooner than she’d anticipated, and she’d had to walk faster, not knowing how long another neighborhood would take to appear, or how dense the forest would get. Walkers had chased her off the streets a while back, dumb things. While she could easily manage a couple, even a few, a horde was beyond her. Funny, how things so slow and stupid could be so powerful when put together in a large force.
Kinda like people, huh? She thought bitterly. Her foot struck upon a stick and she kicked it, with all the might of her anger. People. How could people do this? How could anyone possibly be so cruel? She could never—she would never… so how could they…
Ah, there were the tears again. There was no danger of others seeing her tears, here, when all was so obviously… well, dead. Ai had almost forgotten what the loud city life sounded like. However, even without a population to see her in weakness, it was important to keep eyes clear and goal focused. Who knows what she might find in this neighborhood?
After all, people were more dangerous than walkers.
With that, she lifted her backpack higher on her shoulders and walked with a higher head. The white side of the house with chipping paint—it seemed many of the houses these days had chipping paint—appeared sooner than she knew it would, and the thought of inside containing a bed and a couch and maybe even food gave her a skip to her steps. She hardly even thought about it as she stabbed the head of a walker she passed by, or how she almost tripped on one of the broken steps, or how one of the walls had a stain smeared of blood.
Ai stepped up to the door and, taking a breath to gather courage, banged on it. She drew her knife, cracked open the door, and made her way inside, closing the door behind her for good measure. (If someone was going to sneak up on her, it’s better she had time to run.) After doing this to tons of neighborhoods before this one over the past few days, she’d think her heart would adjust and not beat quite so loud, but she couldn’t help feeling just as afraid every time she entered a new house. A zombie might sneak up that wasn’t attracted by her ruckus—or, worse, men could be hiding inside, ready to jump her, kill her, and steal all her things. Not that she had much, but she did have something.
Everything was still inside. Dark, too, in the dim light of the setting sun. It didn’t have a terrible amount of windows, and the family who lived here must have not liked a lot of room to move around. The place was crowded with furniture. Old people furniture, too, with those thick patterned cushions and swirled wood. Too, the scent of dust, she guessed, hung thick in the air, and furniture looked much like it did in most places: scattered.
Ai wandered further. Not a second to waste when she hadn’t had nothing but crackers all day. Actually, her calorie intake had decreased during the whole four days. A decent meal painted itself in her mind, sweet smells and everything, and she walked into the next part of the sitting room with just enough space between the furniture for—well, for a dead body to lie on the ground, that’s what it would hold. The blood drained from her face. A dead body, right smack in the sitting room. Her hand clapped to her mouth. That had been the musty smell. It was blood, not dust, wasn’t it? Oh, oh God, it was—was it dead, though? Maybe it wasn’t… maybe it was—
The door. The door was opening. Someone was here. Someone—a human being, alive, that could open the door, just in the other room—
Ai tip-toed over the body, for once grateful for being small and light, and took refuge in the kitchen. Small and cozy, just like the rest of the house, but conveniently being home to a pantry. There was no exit from the kitchen; this was the only escape she could see right now, and she didn’t have time to hesitate. Into the pantry she went.
The pantry door pressed against her face. Had she been just a bit larger, she might not have fit in there at all. Outside the door, the wood floor creaked and shoes clicked against it. Ai held her breath, like that might give it away, as the footsteps came and went. There were two of them, she was sure, as a woman’s voice spoke out to the other one. They talked about how he’d only been dead for five to ten minutes, meaning he was actually, definitely dead. But, of course. Ai should have known it was a new death, given that he wasn’t undead yet. Why didn’t she ever think of things like this?
With some time to breathe, Ai leaned back against the wall.
She did not expect to get so lucky, and, coincidentally, so unlucky, as to have walked into a pantry full of cans. In her haste, she’d ignored her environment, and behind her toppled cans of everything from beans, to chicken soup, to cream of mushrooms, but she couldn’t see any of what was behind her. All she knew was the clattering of heavy, tin cans against a wooden floor, giving her away.
Last Edit: Jan 2, 2017 21:56:58 GMT -5 by Ai Hashimoto
Post by Ethan Lewis on Jan 2, 2017 22:06:44 GMT -5
Ethan brought his gun to his side as she told him it was clear, then Sarah began to whimper, he began bouncing her in an attempt to lift her mood as he spoke "you think you could clear the rest of the house yourself?" Then he heard the sound of cans, clattering behind him, he turned being careful with Sarah as he aimed his gun in the direction where the noise came from, a small beam of light illuminated the floor of the pantry, he could see feet, belonging to a girl or a small women, he began to back away behind the women since he had Sarah in his arms, in case whoever that was decided to charge at them
"Just come out, slowly, we don't want any trouble"
Hazel slowly moved back towards the kitchen, while waiting for a response from the person hiding in the pantry, Hazel signaled for baby daddy to move back out of harm's way and out of possible danger. The person had been killed by animals, she could only gather that this stranger had by pure luck entered the same house. She was half tempted to just leave the second stranger here and let them face the possible danger this house now contained. But she knew the guilt would haunt her if she didn't at least try to help them. Plus it was only a matter of time till the animals that had killed the guy returned. From the person hiding in the pantry, Hazel could only gather they were scared, maybe even more scared of people and God knew how they'd be when the animals reappeared. Shining her torch away from the pantry door she gave the friendly approach and would let them decide how they wanted to react.
" This place is not safe," Hazel's main concern was to get back to the house her stuff was in and bunker down for the night," My name is Hazel, if you want company for the night go to the house at the end of the block and knock on the back door. But this house is not safe so you can't stay here, the animals that killed the man will return. Taking afew steps back Hazel pointed to the door and whispered to Brady daddy.
" Sorry about your friend baby daddy," slowly she exited the back door," But we need to bunker down for the night, I've a fire lit and it's calling my name, so let's go."
Barking could be heard in the distance, a tactic she had seen before, the dog would lure the walker's away from there kill by barking and then double backing. turning to baby daddy she spoke in a firm tone,
The air crisp and chill. The fall leafs littered the ground in an explosion of color. Everything in this world is either dead or dying, why would the fall leafs be any different? Garrett's boot crunched the leafs as he walked calmly down the road. Behind him were several other men, looking gruff and tired, dirty and dangerous. Garrett scratched at the stubble on his chin as he looked around. They were in a neighborhood of some kind. There were houses lining the (BLOOD). Garrett's electric blue eyes squinting as he looked at one of his men. He nodded. A silent gesture, secret code understood by two brothers who have been through hell together. Garrett led this small band of misfits. Not through compassion but through fear... They saw Garrett as a monster. But it was better to be at the devil's right hand than in his wake.
A sharp low whistle and the group split up. Several of the men running to one side of the street, while Garrett and the rest broke off and check the other side. The men who accompanied Garrett ran ahead, moving quickly and quietly to get up along side the house. Garrett simply walked with a confident stride and a egotistical gate to his step. They had only just arrived in Virginia a short time ago. Wanderers. No real home, roaming from place to place, killing those who were weaker and taking what they needed to survive. The buckle's on Garrett's leather jacket jingled as he walked across the road up to the house. His boots echoing on the pavement. He didn't care if his presence was known. He looked back to see the other half of the group slipping around the back of a house. Place looked empty. No sign that anyone was actually living here. The cars lining the streets looked as if they hadn't moved in some time, there were no added barricades or defenses to keep people or walkers out. It looked like a snapshot. A moment frozen in time, when simple suburban life meant; your greatest problem was deciding what to have for breakfast.
Garrett looked at the front door as he strolled up the sidewalk to the house. His men's backs pressed up against the vinyl siding waiting for the signal to breech and to clear the house of any threats. Garrett walked up the front porch steps and pushed the door open with a single hand and stepped inside as casually as if it was his own home and he was returning from work. Still, his men did not question this. Garrett looked around the dusty dark room. The smell of mildew and rot filled his delicate nasal passages. This place was filth. (FILTH AND ROT!!!!!!!!!!!) Garrett blinked. The images that sometimes took over his mind were fighting his subconscious for control. He stood there in the doorway as pictures flashed in his mind of rotting bodies covered in blood. The smell of death swam down the back of his throat and choked him, it was so real, so vivid. Garrett was smiling, He looked around and saw the room that was normal and dull only moments before was now stained with blood. It dripped from the walls it soaked the carpet and made squishing sounds as he ambled around the room. Garrett walked about as if almost in a trance. He reached out and touched the wall with eager fingertips. He wanted to feel the blood. Feel the warmth of it against his skin. He brought his hand away from the wall and TO HIM he saw his hand stained with blood. In reality he was just looking around a dusty old room seeing things that no one else saw.
Mike: Garrett.
Garrett looked up from his vivid hallucination. His face stretched in a look of annoyance and anger. Mike shrunk back into the doorway. He gulped but proceeded with his question.
Mike: Are we camping here tonight?
Garrett looked back at the walls that were no longer covered in blood but dull and boring again. Garrett sighed, realizing that it was just a hallucination. It could have very well been real. In this world it wouldn't have surprised him to stumble upon a blood bath. Those were always so ...... (FLESH TORN FROM THE BONE! BLOODY HANDS PULLING OUT INTESTINES AND FEASTING UPON HUMAN REMAINS!) Garrett shook his head lightly to shake off the images that threatened to take hold once again. He looked back up to the timid man and nodded.
Garrett: Clear the house. (KILL EVERYONE!)If anyone's here...... Kill them. Then look for food. This place will do fine for the night.
Mike took a radio from his belt and held it up as he moved through the den into the next room. He was telling the plan to the other's who went to check the house across the street. Garrett didn't know there were survivors in one of the other houses on the block. The place looked so vacant that he hadn't considered it a possibility. But had he thought there was a chance there were people..... He would have become a monster like his men already thought he was.... Garrett looked at the dusty furniture and sighed.
Garrett: Find out of this place has liquor. I need to get good and toasted tonight.
Garrett barked and one of his men headed off towards the kitchen. Garrett sat in the dusty recliner and propped his boots up on the coffee table.
(OOC: If you see something written in ( ALL CAPS ) and wrapped in parenthesis that doesn't make sense like a random word that looks out of place like BLOOD or EVISCIRATE or something of a violent nature that is my way of having flash images of violence flood into Garrett's brain out of no where could happen while he's talking or in the middle of doing something, he has a family history of mental illness and undiagnosed schizophrenia he's wild and violent and he doesn't play nice with others.... Enjoy the story )
Dangerous. They had to be. Most people were. But, they didn’t seem dangerous. Maybe they weren’t. But the ones who weren’t were the ones who were.
Ai bit her lip, willing herself to stop breathing, but it was like trying not to breathe after a long run. Adrenaline pumped too fast, banged against her lungs. She should be more prepared for an event like this, but she wasn’t.
A peep hole, the slit in the pantry door, revealed outside: a man standing with a baby and a woman with an FBI cap. They honestly didn’t seem like the rough, I’m-going-to-rape-your-mother-and-kill-your-father type. Looks could be deceiving, but he was a father. Maybe being alone was even more dangerous. Everything was risky. Risk here and risk there, but she had such a hard time figuring out what option had the least risk. Maybe, she just needed to go with her gut.
Without thinking, she whipped open the pantry door. Behind her, a few more cans dropped. Ai cringed. Stupid noises. Ignoring the ruckus, her eyes raised, and she tried not to look as terrified as she felt. If she lifted her chin, kept grip on the shotgun around her arm, and kept her lips tight together.
It was a wonder Ai had fit into the pantry at all, not because she was a large person—she was anything but large—but rather because she wore a backpack that took up space. A jean jacket covered a, faded, blue t-shirt with a picture of mountains and the word breathe. She wore jeans just slightly too big for her, so they were held up by a belt, and on the belt hung a knife she could easily grab. Dark hair fell just to her chin, and bangs—recently cut—brushed against her eyebrows. The girl couldn't have been more than sixteen.
“I’ll come.” Two new people, total strangers, who may or may not have an interest in stealing from her. Or worse. She swallowed. What other choice did she have? If she was going to go with these people, who appeared as safe as people come, she had to come now, walk with them. Especially if there were wild dogs nearby, like they said. And if they were safe, she couldn’t look afraid. She had to seem strong.
Last Edit: Jan 4, 2017 18:16:01 GMT -5 by Ai Hashimoto
Post by Ethan Lewis on Jan 4, 2017 21:14:15 GMT -5
"Sorry, Names Ethan" he said as he started to smile at the nickname the girl had givin him, she sounded like Ellie as she always called him baby daddy after she had cancelled the wedding, at first he was mad at her, for destroying what they had, destroying the beginning of their family, but now he couldn't help but feel sorry for her, he had seen her corpse after the outbreak and the multiple runs from the Lewis household/stronghold attempting to look for her despite his family trying to talk him out of it, if only he had found her sooner, he felt his stomach rumbling, he had been living off baby and dog food for what, a week? Two? Either way he knew it had been a while since he eat something that actually had taste, "pack that shit up, and let's get outta here then, I got a bottle of captain' I've been saving for a special occasion"
With a tip of her cap, Hazel said hello to Ethan in her own way and gave a glimmer of a smile. She still was a hundred percent on him, but so far so good and her gut was also given the ok.
" Well Mr Ethan, as I said to the lady, call me Hazel, your lucky I was in the area. " Hazel replied.
Half way down the back of the garden Hazel heard a voice from behind, turning around she noticed a girl no older then sixteen standing before them and looking pretty worn out. Inside and out. Ethan was not looking too rosey himself. Hazel couldn't help but feel somewhat sorry for them, she was were they where once, lost and worn from this new world. Standing there she gave a slight smile and spoke.
" Trust is a luxury nowadays," she was tempted to just hold her hand out and show she was no threat. But caution was the best key here and all Hazel could do was offer a fire to warm up against." Your free come with me or leave at your own will anytime you want. But you need to know loneliness is as dangerous as the walker's and I have a fire already lit..”
Turning around Hazel made her way to the back gate leading to the ally, As if talking to her own late Anna she spoke to the two of them, " This way and stay quiet," With that she made her way down the back ally to the corner house. The night had already set with the sound of tossing feet in the gardens around and the ever approaching barking of dogs. But the wooden fence blocked there view, which was good enough for her for now. Finally she reached the back of the house.
Opening the back door the heat from the fire she lit before leaving hit her straight away, " Let's barricade the back door, I've already done the front and then we can get settle."
Post by Ai Hashimoto on Jan 7, 2017 17:53:28 GMT -5
For just a moment, Ai froze as the two trudged ahead. They hadn't jumped her and taken all her stuff. Plus, they didn't seem like terrible people. Ai rushed to catch up. No wonder they were fast, though; the sky above them was a dim shade of blue, soon to be a dark shade of black. Already, stars were beginning to puncture the sky. Ai sucked in the chilly air and studied her new partners.
Something about the woman struck Ai as sharp minded. Perhaps in how deliberate she was, or in the presence she had already that she was the leader. Her head was high, and Ai knew she was alert. It was like this woman would be a good person to rely on, so long as she was willing to be that kind of person for you. None of that meant Ai could trust her yet. The man had a baby, and while that didn’t mean a huge amount, it did mean something. He didn’t leave the baby to die. The type of person who doesn’t leave a baby to die. Maybe, just maybe, they weren’t so bad.
Ai wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm as they walked, right up until they reached a house nearly identical to the rest. The back door creaked as they opened it—a noise that jolted right to Ai’s heart. She scanned the area for the undead. Nothing. Every noise was dangerous for her, especially in the dark. It was like she was a young child again, trying to make it at night from her bedroom down the stairs. A time where anything could jump out at you at any moment, and you wouldn’t see a thing. Every noise asked for trouble. She slipped in the room without hesitation.
Heat wafted out and swept against her jean jacket. Sweet, cozy warmth. It had been a few days since she’d felt the warmth from a fire. The past few nights had, rather, been spent shivering, cold, afraid. She hurried up to the fire, not daring to slip off her backpack. They could still turn on her, for all she knew. She watched them, now, still, seeing if anyone would speak, seeing if any of them would make some kind of move. Her knife was in easy reach. So, too, was her gun. The question was, could she shoot them if she had to?
It was hard to justify taking their lives so she could save hers. And, maybe that scared her the most.
Ai remained silent. The fire crackled and snapped. Besides where she sat, glass scattered from a picture, one of happiness and a family and their two twin daughters. Back when things were as they were. When families weren’t a rarity, when people still had mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters. Back when she didn’t sit in someone else’s house, using someone else’s fireplace, watching two people and wondering if she would have to—if she could ever kill them, using someone else’s gun.
Last Edit: Jan 7, 2017 18:19:18 GMT -5 by Ai Hashimoto
First task on Hazels list was to barricade the back door with the kitchen table, flipping it on to its side, she wedged it against the door and double checked it was hard to open the door. Next she went to the room the fire was located, walking in she placed her shotgun on a small side table next to the couch at the fire and then picked up her backpack she had left in the room earlier. Hazel took out a small bag containing a small pot, small travel kettle and two large flasks. The matter of the fact was that she was hungry since morning and she wasn't going to wait round to see what they had planned. She placed the small bag on the table beside the shotgun and then approached the window just to make sure all was OK around the house. As she peaked out she noticed a handful of walkers around the house, for her that was a good thing.
" Theres one or two walkers around the house, they can be are night watch." moving away from the window she then pulled the curtains over, just incase any light would escape through the blinds," Its days like this I miss California. " Walking back towards the side-table she took her small bag of it and approached the fire.
Still to the life of her she couldn't understand why anyone would go on journey with an infant, with it not been able to defend themselves and the cries alone would attract danger. But it wasn't the child's fault they were out here, only the fathers if he even was and she also couldn't help wonder were he was going. But there was one thing she knew that she needed to make clear to them, with a firm tone she spoke her first rule.
" If by any sense of delusion either of you are thinking of killing me for my stuff," Hazel took her cap off and let her hair hangover her shoulders, her hair was light and lacked the stains of dirt living it rough attracted." You better make sure you get a kill shot, cause I'm a quick draw and I won't miss."
Pouring some light green water into the kettle she hung it over the fire with a poker she had found beside the fire place,
" So now you know the main rule, not to get on my bad side. I'm Hazel, now tell me about yourselves and were your going." Hazel was tempted to just come out and ask Ali how long she had been alone. But she decided to let her take the steps.
Post by Ethan Lewis on Jan 9, 2017 13:14:59 GMT -5
Once Ethan had entered the house he went straight to the couch, taking his backpack off and putting it on the ground in between his legs as he sat down ignoring hazel as she moved around the house making it safe for the night, Ethan knew it wasn't permanent, but it was still something for now at the least... "So now you know the main rule, not to get on my bad side. I'm Hazel, now tell me about yourselves and were your going." her interest in him made him feel uneasy, but then he thought about how she had practically saved him and Sarah from a hoard of walkers, then took them in to her temp hold out with all her supplies "I came from a place named sunrise, i got split up with my friend and ended up here" he layed Sarah down on the couch next to him, his eyes went back up to hazel before he looked down at his backpack, he unzipped it, then pulled out a stack of pampers, a few plastic baby bottles and wipes and a bottle before he began to change her diaper, "I wasnt really going anywhere, i was actually looking for somewhere to stay" he wiped her bottom with the wipe before putting it in the pile with the dirty diaper and other wipes "Her names Sarah by the way" he said as he finished putting her diaper on "When i went to college i met her mother, she... shes not with us anymore" he said not wanting to reveal more as he feared they would think bad of her, he got up grabbing his flashlight from the side pocket of his backpack and went to the kitchen, he clicked the button turning it on as he began looking through the cupboards, he found a stack of shot glasses and grabbed them before returning to the couch he set them on the coffee table in front of the couch and twisted the cap off, it fell in between the cushions of the couch but he didn't bother looking for it, he poured a little bit into each of the three shot glasses then set the bottle on the table, grabbed one then raised it above his head proposing a toast, "To family and friends" he said before downing it his face began to pucker a little bit
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