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Post by Sarah Sharpe on Jan 23, 2017 11:41:18 GMT -5
Deciding to leave Belle Isle's new doctor with his patients (in particular Dana) for the time being, Sarah motioned for everyone else who had been involved outside to gather around...grabbing a couple chairs, she sat down in one and motioned for everyone else to do likewise. "Alright, while we let the good doctor do his thing," Sarah said, pointing back towards Medical, "I just want to know what happened out there. We go out with the intention of finding out whatever it was the perch guard saw earlier and we end up with a half-dozen survivors." Running a hand through her hair, Sarah added, "Have we missed survivors out there? Do we need to go back over the areas we've previously cleared and make sure we haven't missed anything?" followed with a nervously humorous, "Does it sound like I'm rambling a little bit? Thoughts?"
Post by Hyatt K. Wright on Jan 27, 2017 1:51:09 GMT -5
Having rotated with another guard up on the roof, Hyatt had made his way back down into Medical with his arms at his sides, Chris was there as well, next to Kate whereever she was, and listened to the leader speak and then ask her questions, to which Hyatt piped up and answered first, "I don't think you're rambling. As with those undead out there, survivors could leak into the city after being on the run, or as part of travel. Like the pilot I came here with, or the group that came in from New York, remember? I say it might be prudent to send groups of 4 or 5 out there scheduled to scout, then come back before things get too bad.".
Hyatt looked to the others, and saw Chris was watching him with a thoughtful expression as if she was trying to contemplate his idea before she looked at Sarah and spoke, "That might be good..that way we don't have a massive group going out there, and with the group rotation each can have their fill and rest time. Question is: how will they go?"
Post by Sarah Sharpe on Jan 27, 2017 2:19:50 GMT -5
"Well right now, with the snow coming down like it is, no one's going off the Island for the time being," Sarah said; from her seat, she could see that it was still snowing outside, though it didn't appear to be snowing as heavily as it was earlier. "And this is Detroit we're talking about; the streets and roads were bad enough back when there was a civilization going; God only know what they're like now," adding, "no, wait: they're still full of potholes, only the potholes are the streets and roads now."
Pointing towards Hyatt, Sarah continued. "But Hyatt's right; we need to send small groups out into some of these areas we've already cleared, make sure they are cleared. Work with Ellena and get a workable list drawn up of people we can send out; make sure there's a medic with each team when they go out...Kate," Sarah said, pointing towards the redhead, "you rotate your medics so that we don't get caught flatfooted in-between out there and back here..."
"Speaking of Medical," Kate interjected, "what about our new guests? The six that were brought here.....Joseph, the doctor and his two fellow survivors Kara and Rizzo, along with Quentin, Hailey and Dana? Opinions? Thoughts?"
Post by Damen Smull on Jan 27, 2017 16:35:17 GMT -5
Commander Damen Smull had been traveling on and off since he had left New York. Tension had grew tight since everyone was up on edge. So he had decided to be like a ghost and leave the area before it became a mass killing field. His gear and supplies sat behind his seat as he drove from New York into Michigan. Every few days, he would rest and see how the 'Waters' were in that area. If it was to dangerous, he would move on after the second night. A saving grace that the Yankee Stadium had for him was that he was able to get food rations, water and an extra crate of ammo for the .50 on his turret he had for this beast. His eyes drifted from the road to his gauges. The diesel tank was now down to a quarter of a tank. With how this thing was built, he could drive a good far distance with the remaining amount of Diesel he had left inside of the tank, but he would need to find a fuel station that still had some diesel fuel left to spare for him. Then he was looking back at the road. The sight of Motor City clear as day, even if the sun was slowly setting. On the passenger seat was his SMG. Now a days, it was always in arms reach of his grasp.
Stopping the vehicle, he pulled out an Atlas book and started to look to see where he was exactly. If Motor City was visible to the west, he flipped through the pages until he saw where he was. He was about 8 Miles away from a small island called 'Belle Isle'. Tapping his finger on it, he made a choice that he would make his way to the Island and set up a small camp for himself there for the night or even the next few days, depending on how things were on there. He still wasn't sure that there was anyone in Michigan still left alive. His finger trailed it's way through different streets until he reached to his current location. Nodding his head, he had set the route for himself. Placing the book beside him on the passenger seat with his weapon, he shifted the vehicle into first gear and the Oshkosh M-ATV's engine roared slightly. The heavy military vehicle drove down the road as he started to enter the city on one side of the river. The island was visible to him as he followed it. Smiling, he turned onto the bridge which would connect to Belle Isle. But to his surprise, he saw someone up in a tower with a rifle fixed on him. Slamming on his breaks, the Oshkosh M-ATV stopped just half way onto the bridge as he was in the process of turning fully onto it. His eyes watched the person. They had a radio in they're hand and was saying something that he couldn't make out. Flipping his CB radio on, he began to switch the frequency's until he found the one that the person was on.
Transmission:
Guard: Ms. Sharpe, we have a visitor on the bridge. It looks to be a man inside of a military truck of some kind. Want me to give a warning shot?
Damen: -Picking up the mic, he pushed the button.- Now, I wouldn't do that for I would see that as a sign of aggression. My name is Commander Damen Smull, United States Navy officer of the Atlantic Fleet. I was not aware that there was people on Belle Isle. I was simply coming here to camp out while I drive looking for a place to fully settle down. Now, since I presume that Ms. Sharpe was it? That she is the Leader of this band of survivors. Do you mind if I get a chance to have a moment of your time to talk about possibly staying here for a few days or as long as you might need my services? I'll be on your Frequency waiting for your response Ma'am.
Damen let go of the mic and set it on his dashboard. Pulling out a cigarette from his pack, he lit it and sat there watching the guard who was surely surprised that he was heard by they're 'Visitor'. Tipping his Naval hat at the man, he blew smoke slightly from his nose. Opening the driver side window by half an inch, the smoke began to escape the cab and out into the somewhat cold air outside.
"...We will not go quietly into the Night! We Will Not Vanish without a Fight! We're going to live on, we're going to Survive" ~Damen's Beginning for his Rally Speech
Post by Sarah Sharpe on Jan 27, 2017 17:11:14 GMT -5
Before Sarah - or anyone else, for that matter - could reply, the radios squelched with communication from the guards out at the MacArthur Bridge, namely that there was someone at the barricades wishing to enter. Listening to the communication, Sarah held up a hand so that she could decide on what to do; moments later, she keyed the mic on her radio. "Let him through, Outpost 31, let him through; have him come up to the main building."
Getting up from her chair, Sarah grabbed her coat and put it back on; she could feel the cold from earlier but it looked like their ranks were about to increase once more...and judging by who the man said he was, Sarah mused, all the more better. "Kate, we'll re-visit that question of yours in a bit; first, let's see who our latest visitor is..."
Post by Damen Smull on Jan 27, 2017 17:25:22 GMT -5
Listening to the response, he just nodded his head as he drove the vehicle towards the gate. It slowly opened up and he drove past it. Once he was past, the gate started closing again. He was directed to the main building which was the Yacht Club. Turning the steering wheel, the heavy military truck drove past a couple of humvee's that were parked outside of a garage. His vehicle was taller then the old military humvee. The heavy diesel engine rumbled as he slowly drove with both his hands on the steering wheel so that everyone could see that he didn't have one of his hands on a weapon, standard procedure. The Oshkosh M-ATV came up to the Yacht club and he moved his hand to the stick shift where he placed it into neutral. Putting on the E break, he turned off the truck and opened the door. His sleeves on his long sleeve shirt was still rolled up and buttoned. Stepping down from the beast, she shut the door behind him. Taking one last puff from his Cigarette, he dropped it onto the ground and stepped it out with his boot. Looking around, he saw some people that must have been guards to the place came up to him but keeping they're distance from him. His .45 was still strapped to his thigh in it's holster rig. He didn't bother trying to reach for it. His bullet proof vest on him still since he left New York, on the front it said his blood type '-O' and on the back said 'Smull', his last name.
He didn't know what to expect, but he was given the chance to have a some what sit down with the leader of this community. First step of getting to know what he was about to deal with was about to come over soon. Taking off his hat, he held it at his side like he was trained to for when one was indoors or with other officers. Standing there, he would watch everyone as snow was coming down around him. 'Huh, it must be the winter season....time sure does go by fast when one is on the road most of the time.' Damen thought to himself. Letting out a long breath, he saw the warm mist fog before him.
"...We will not go quietly into the Night! We Will Not Vanish without a Fight! We're going to live on, we're going to Survive" ~Damen's Beginning for his Rally Speech
Post by Kate McCready-Bates on Jan 30, 2017 16:24:58 GMT -5
Getting up from her chair, Sarah grabbed her coat and put it back on; she could feel the cold from earlier but it looked like their ranks were about to increase once more...and judging by who the man said he was, Sarah mused, all the more better. "Kate, we'll re-visit that question of yours in a bit; first, let's see who our latest visitor is..."
"Fair enough," Kate said as her and everyone else started getting up and preparing for yet another survivor to arrive at Belle Isle. "Unless there's anything else that's pressing, I'm going to head back to Medical and prep one of the exam rooms so that we can clear the newcomer through quickly."Kate McCready-Bates has left the thread...
Post by Sarah Sharpe on Jan 31, 2017 2:12:30 GMT -5
"Fair enough," Kate said as her and everyone else started getting up and preparing for yet another survivor to arrive at Belle Isle. "Unless there's anything else that's pressing, I'm going to head back to Medical and prep one of the exam rooms so that we can clear the newcomer through quickly."
"Sounds like a plan," Sarah said, adding, "While you're at it, check on Dr. MacMillan and see how his patient's doing, okay?" While Kate headed off to Medical to prepare for the newcomer's arrival, Sarah looked at the others and said, "Well, I guess we should welcome our visitor to Belle Isle..."
Post by Charlotte Hartfield on Feb 4, 2017 16:57:59 GMT -5
Lottie trudged her way through the thick snow. Water seeped into her sneakers and she kicked the white ice in frustration. She sighed and hugged her torso, pulling her coat closer to her body. "Fuck..i-it's cold.." she mumbled aloud, her teeth chattering against her chapped lips. She didn't know where she was, but her best guess was somewhere near Belle Isle. Lottie rubbed her bare hands against the side of her arms, hoping to cause some kind of heat to form. She walked across the frozen land, trying to ignore the biting cold, striving to find some kind of shelter.
Alex walked along a snow covered road with his gun raised, ready for anything that may stumble out of the tree line and attack him. He heard from one groupo that this road was particularly bad for ambushes but that didn't deter him. He traveled along the road until the trees cleared and a sign with 'Belle Island' came into view so he decided to check it out.
Post by Charlotte Hartfield on Feb 5, 2017 13:00:38 GMT -5
Lottie stared a the barricad that was blocking the entry to the bridge. 'This must be Belle Isle then...' She pondered as she adjusted the straps on her backpack. She pushed forward, wondering if there was a way to get passed. It continued to snow, however, it was lighter than it was earlier. She shivered and huffed. Her legs were shaky and weak, she needed energy soon or she would be joining the 'geeks' soon. Lottie took out a chocolate bar from her bag and nibbled on the edges of it. Wanting to savor the taste. She needed proper food but the mars bar would sustain her enough energy to make it through the day.
Curious by the sign, Alex holstered his gun and strides over to the bridge leading into the island. He suddenly stops when he sees a small figure sitting by the entrance which seemed to be barricaded. Alex moves his hand back over to his gun and approaches the person, or thing, slowly, not wanting to draw attention but also not the startle them.
"Hello? Are you OK there, mate, or do you need some help?" He asks, trying to sound generally concerned but also friendly at the same time.
Post by Charlotte Hartfield on Feb 5, 2017 13:28:51 GMT -5
Lottie hears a voice behind her and she snaps her head in the direction of the sound. Lottie jumps to her feet and reaches into her back pocket to retrieve her pocket knife. She flips the blade out and points it at the man. She slowly walks back, keeping a good distance between. She raises her voice and tries to keep a brave stance "I don't want any trouble...i-I'm warning you!"
Post by Charlotte Hartfield on Feb 5, 2017 14:18:52 GMT -5
She watches the guy like a hawk. Every move he makes makes her twitch. Lottie didn't have a reason to trust this guy...so she didn't. Lottie shakes her head but retracts the blade back and into her pocket. She keeps her distance and glares at the man. "What do you want?" She growls
"I just saw the sign down the road and i came to see if this place was occupied and if it was maybe stock up on a few supplies whilst I'm here. By the looks of things, I could get some supplies... That's if you let me past and they let me in." He tilts his head towards the island to signify who 'they' are.
"You look starving... I've got some bread if you'd like some?" Alex was trying his hardest to be kind to the young girl but her tough exterior was hard to break.
Post by Charlotte Hartfield on Feb 5, 2017 14:33:50 GMT -5
Lottie walks away from the entrance, letting the man enough space to pass through. She stuffs her hand in her pockets and declines the offer. "I'm not hungry..". She stares down at her soaked sneakers and takes in a deep breath.
Looking over at the man, Sarah smiled and walked over to them, offering a friendly handshake as she flipped the hood of her jacket over her head, giving her an almost ethereal look as the winter snows continued around them. "I'm Sarah Sharpe," she said. "I'd give you a hearty welcome here but just as we stepped outside we got reports of more survivors over at the MacArthur Bridge, so we'll talk on the way there and back to here. First, a question," glancing at the large - by Belle Isle standards - military vehicle just off a little ways from them, "how many people can you fit inside that behemoth, sir?"
Last Edit: Feb 5, 2017 14:40:30 GMT -5 by Sarah Sharpe
Post by Charlotte Hartfield on Feb 5, 2017 15:04:38 GMT -5
Lottie looks into his eyes and frowns. "Who are you and...and why do you want to help me?...you don't know me?...nor i you!" She questions as she slowly approaches the door that the man had been looking at. She looks around and sighs, wondering where she was going to sleep for the night
"The names Alexander, but just call me Alex if you want." He says with a smile. He then stands next to you a the gate and bangs his fist on it hard, causing a echoing noise. He waits a few seconds before shrugging his shoulder and sighing.
"Lights are on but nobody's home." He chuckles and takes out a loaf of bread from his backpack.
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