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Post by George Dawson Rosario on Feb 13, 2017 12:01:58 GMT -5
George and Jorge had been on the road for 7 hours at this point as they entered Colorado. They had four more hours to go, but George was tired, and he knew that once they got to Denver they would not be stopping for awhile as they searched for his family. He pulled over to the first rest stop in Colorado. "Let's get out and stretch our legs for awhile" George said as he parked the car, and then got out. They both got out. He got his sword from the backseat like normal. The rest area was boarded up, and they couldn't easily get inside. "Well, looks like we can't get inside Jorge. Let's have a look around" George said as he turned around.
It was night time, and the sky was clear. George walked around the rest area, and noticed something written on the wall of the building. He took his small flashlight out of his pocket so he could read it. He turned it on, and shined it on the reading on the wall. It read as this
"About 50 Walkers inside. Do not go in" George read it out loud as he then looked to Jorge. "Well, I guess we better not go inside then" he said as he then turned around once more. "I need to take a piss, so I am going to find a place where I can go. Do what you need to do, and we can meet back here" he said as he walked off. He walked about 100 feet away.
Post by Jorge Casares on Feb 13, 2017 23:02:35 GMT -5
Jorge was tired from the long journey, althought he slept one hour in the car, he still was tired from the sleepless night, atleast he was probably less tired than George.
"Oh... Colorado´s landscape is something I might not forget soon" he said, as he opened the car door, he then grabbed his spear and leaned to the car.
"Well I see we probably wont be able to get inside" he said as he looked to the rest area, he then stopped leaning to the car and went closer to the rest area, he heard many walkers inside and went looking for George, he found him behind the building, reading a wall
"About 50 Walkers inside. Do not go in" was written in the wall
"damm it, I heard some of them but I never expected them to be... 50, I dont think it is smart to stay close, we should probably drive a bit more and find a better campsite dont you think?" he said as he inspected the wall writing
He then leaned to the wall next to the writing
"pfff... whatever... you choose, its your quest and your car, but im not sure if we should travel this late at night"
Post by George Dawson Rosario on Feb 13, 2017 23:31:57 GMT -5
He got done pissing and then walked back to Jorge. "We only have about four more hours to Denver and I really want to make it there soon. I do not think staying here is the best idea" George said as he walked back to the car and got in. He waited for Jorge.
Finally Jorge got back into the car, and he sped off. He then glanced over at Jorge. "We should make it to Denver early morning..." he said.
Post by Jorge Casares on Feb 14, 2017 0:20:02 GMT -5
"Wonderful, Denver in the morning and we will know... erg... you better not be tired tomorrow, If you want I can drive, I am not so bad, I just have to follow the Highway right? Would you let me drive? and if so... you should sleep a bit" he said while opening the car window.
He then looked for something in his pants, the cigarretes were still there, he grabed one and said "Do you smoke?"
Post by George Dawson Rosario on Feb 14, 2017 0:38:15 GMT -5
"No offense but I do not let anyone else drive my car. I will be fine." George explained. "We will get to Denver in one piece. Also, I do not smoke, and I would appreciate if you didn't smoke in my car. I am allergic to the smoke" George said.
George kept driving, and didn't stop. He then saw a sign for Denver that read 120 miles away. As he was driving he noticed a few deer crossing the road at the last minute. He dodged the deer, but his car went off the road, and hit a pole. It shattered the windshield, the front of the car was smashed in. George was passed out and bleeding from the head.
Post by Jorge Casares on Feb 14, 2017 0:54:59 GMT -5
Jorge said "Well suit yourself, I dont smoke either, but these can be the last cigarretes of the world... you know" he took the cigarretes back to the bag of his pants.
He looked trought the window all the time.
Deers crossed the road and Jorge was about to coment about it, but when George went out of the road he screamed in fear. "Mierda!!!" The car hit a pole and Jorge passed out.
Some time later, Jorge awoken. "Dude, are you alright?" he tryied to move George by touching his shoulder "Dude?, answer me" he said "shit, I better find a way to take us out of here before walkers come, who am I talking to?" His face had some cristals from the windshield, his right leg hurt and his ears had an annoying sound
He tryied to escape from the window he left open, and fell to the ground, outside of the car. He then tryied to open the door of George, but it was closed. "Shit" he said He went back to the car and tryied to get him out, by pulling his body, as he finished that, he noticed a horde of walkers going close trought the highway. "This isnt my day" he said He took the backpacks of what he could carry and tryied to take George in his arms. He was slow, and ended just taking two of the backpacks, his and George´s leaving the two he found in the gas station.
"If you are alive, better wake up now" he said, as he was struggling to run from the walkers with George in his arms. Everything looked alright, until Jorge tripped onto a root of a close tree and George fell from his arms to the ground, his knee fell into a rock, he was now hurt and unable to continue walking, he prayed that the horde would not notice them. Far from them, he saw a small cabbin, probably their last hope of survival, but he couldnt move, other than crawling there, which would take several minutes.
(well I dont know how easy is to carry someone, but i believe my character could do it? probably... lol, and neither how much that rock would affect to his knee)
Last Edit: Feb 14, 2017 1:08:10 GMT -5 by Jorge Casares
Post by George Dawson Rosario on Feb 15, 2017 10:49:27 GMT -5
George was knocked out for at least 20 minutes. When he woke up he could tell someone was carrying him, but he wasn't full awake, and his head was killing him. He then looked over and and noticed his car was destroyed. He let out a sigh, and then shut his eyes for a few more moments. He then looked to Jorge who was carrying him, and he could tell that Jorge was in distress. He began to speak.
"Jorge...Jorge you can let me go" George said as he then felt Jorge releasing him onto the ground. He took a few moments to collect himself before he noticed the walkers coming for them. He looked around and noticed an opening through a field. "Jorge..this way" he spoke as he began running into the field. He then looked behind him to see Jorge running behind. "Come on Jorge.." he said. After about 5 minutes of running they had finally lost the walkers. He stopped running, and tried to catch his breath. He felt a little lightheaded because his head was still hurting from the wreck, and hitting his head on the steering wheel. He then sat down on the grass, and looked up to Jorge. "That was a close call" he said as he shook his head. "Thank you for saving my life back there."
"Without a car it is going to take us forever to get to Denver" he said as he looked back up to Jorge. "We are going to have to walk on foot..."
Post by Jorge Casares on Feb 15, 2017 16:30:34 GMT -5
As Jorge ran, he coudlnt think of anything else than his survival. As he finally heard something, but it wasnt Georges voice saying "Jorge...Jorge you can let me go", it was the sound of a root being broken by Jorge´s feet when he tripped with it. And everything suddenly went worse as his knee fell on a rock. His screams of pain could be listened by the walkers, who later knew where they were. A spark of hope showed up as George woke "Jorge..this way" he looked at George´s figure dark as light was coming from behind him, he ignored the pain and stopped feeling bad for himself. Still hurt, he woke from the dirty ground, grabbed both backpacks and ran, however slowly because of his hurt knee.
After 5 minutes of running they lost the walkers and stopped running. George sat on the grass and Jorge just let himself fall onto the ground with the backpacks. "That was a close call" George said "dude... atleast we are alive" Jorge said " Thank you for saving my life back there." George said "Without a car it is going to take us forever to get to Denver" "We are going to have to walk on foot..."
"Dude, can we rest?... atleast give me a minute to let my knee heal, it fucking hurts me" he said still lying on the floor "pff... well then I am ready, we shall depart whenever you say, but I would advice to leave tomorrow, we can find shelter and then depart, we can also find us another car" he said as he woke from the grass.
Last Edit: Feb 15, 2017 18:29:49 GMT -5 by Jorge Casares
Post by George Dawson Rosario on Feb 15, 2017 18:16:23 GMT -5
"Let's not forget that that was MY car that got wrecked, not yours" his patience was running thin. This guy has shown that he has an attitude problem and George has had enough. "You know what, if you want to stay then you stay. I have to get to Denver. Yes, I know you hurt your knees, but I hurt my head, and my head is killing me yet I am pressing on. You have no manners whatsoever. I have asked you time and time again to call me George. I have been calling you by your name, yet you call me Dude like we have been buddies for a long time?" George said as he stood up.
"I think you and I are meant to split ways right now. So good luck on your journey and I hope the next person that you meet you do not give as much attitude as you have been giving to me. So you go do what you need to do, and I am heading to Denver" he said as he picked up his backpack. George then turned and began walking towards the direction that Denver would be
Post by Jorge Casares on Feb 15, 2017 18:50:39 GMT -5
(Imma use color codes, i saw some other people doing that so... why not? George, u are red, Im blue "Let's not forget that that was MY car that got wrecked, not yours" George said, the blood of Jorge was boling and he said "yeah, your car is what nearly killed us, oh... i mean, you. That is what I win trying to help a butthurt boy who is again, looking for someone long dead, open your eyes before it hurts you!!" Jorge yelled and pointed to George
"If you noticed you are not the only one who is hurt, yet you are the only one complaining about this!! I wish I just left you inside the car, all of this journey to here, and nothing I could do, you are always feeling like a victim, and guess what?!! you are just making a victim out of you"
"You know what, if you want to stay then you stay. I have to get to Denver. Yes, I know you hurt your knees, but I hurt my head, and my head is killing me yet I am pressing on. You have no manners whatsoever. I have asked you time and time again to call me George. I have been calling you by your name, yet you call me Dude like we have been buddies for a long time?" George said as he stood up.
"Then you should rest, your family isnt there, anyways you are after all doing me a favor, I wont have to take care of anyone other than myself, so, thanks for freeing me of your burden, which from the start should had been carried by you, no one ever pissed me off more than you!!!" Jorge said
"I think you and I are meant to split ways right now. So good luck on your journey and I hope the next person that you meet you do not give as much attitude as you have been giving to me. So you go do what you need to do, and I am heading to Denver" he said as he picked up his backpack. George then turned and began walking towards the direction that Denver would be
"If you come back crying at my feet, I wont be able to help in any way, do whatever you want, I dont need company, atleast not from you!" he thrown George´s backpack to his feet
"By the way, sorry for forgeting that not calling someone by his name is a sin, I try to force myself on feeling bad for you, or wishing you luck but that isnt going to happen, go, walk trought the road to Denver, if an undead doesnt bite you, a raider will hunt you!!! Jorge sat down in the grass looking at how he walked away
(lol we should use color stuff more often here)
Last Edit: Feb 15, 2017 19:00:35 GMT -5 by Jorge Casares
Post by George Dawson Rosario on Feb 15, 2017 19:10:22 GMT -5
"You need a reality check Jorge" he said as he quickly turned around. "All I have heard from you is complaining, and demanding. Screw off Jorge. Just screw off" George said. "I really could care less to see your face ever again, and oh by the way when I kissed you in Las Vegas...I was desperate. You are not my type." George said as he quickly turned around, and walked off. He didn't look back. He just kept on walking. He walked back to his car, and there were no signs of walkers. He opened the back door and got his sword out. He held it in his hand, and then looked down the road.
"I guess I will be making this journey by myself." he spoke to himself as he then began walking down the highway. The full moon was out and shining. He looked up, and then looked back down to the road.
Post by Jorge Casares on Feb 15, 2017 19:47:11 GMT -5
As George ranted back at Jorge he just stayed down at the grass feeling bad for George. "If he doesnt want my help, then ill find something else to do, I dont need that boy" he mumbled
"I really could care less to see your face ever again, and oh by the way when I kissed you in Las Vegas...I was desperate. You are not my type." George said
"pfff, you wont have luck to see my face again, and i knew from the start he was desesperate, he choose the most awkward moment to say that" he mumbled, half an hour after George left, Jorge´s mind started to enrage again. He started to curse and rant yelling, a second later he noticed that he was making too much noice, then he bit his shirt collar and continued to curse and rant.
"If he doesnt want my help, well I will continue the journey Cesar and I left unfinished, even if Its just me, New York, here I go" he said and then opened the back of the car and got his bike then followed the road to the side George left, looking for a map or directions.
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