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Post by Thomas Kane on Mar 14, 2017 18:41:23 GMT -5
Hearing the one person's instructions to spread out, Thomas motioned for both Kevin and Danielle to spread out some; along with the others, they kept their eyes on a swivel, their ears perked up in case they heard someone - or something - cross their paths...stepping into the dense underbrush ringing the end of the airfield, the only sounds the three of them could hear - besides the sounds of their own breathing - were the very faint sounds of wildlife in the area. "You hear that?" Thomas asked.
"Yeah, very faint," Danielle whispered. "Why do you ask?"
"This part of California," Thomas whispered back, "there should be more wildlife in this area," stopping to key his radio. "All parties, this is Thomas; I'm about sixty, sixty-five yards into the underbrush here....everyone sound off so that we don't go blindly running into each other and find that survivor, over." In this dense of underbrush, Thomas knew you could get lost very fast without a quick way of getting back out. "Line formation, guys," he said to both Kevin and Danielle, who got in behind him as they continued on. "Everyone, this is Thomas; sound off, please....," he whispered into the radio once more.
Post by Marcus Gale on Mar 14, 2017 20:26:29 GMT -5
Gale had been skulking about for what he could only hope was enough time exchanged to reach the woods other end. Moving from tree to tree in repetition, his sleepless eyes kept open as if support beams aided their misfortune. He passed by the occasional walker or two without detection but still hadn't found the comfort to transition trees at a speed suitable for his destination. Well, in the end he knew that his caution would at least keep him alive while keeping him in the wild greens center.
Stopping behind another tree for a pause, Gale did his almost OCD like motions; looking around himself 360, a hovering hand over his desert eagle, considering his current location. The crackling of tree branches and twigs began several feet in front of him, obviously another walker. He had already been behind the current tree for a spell, so he assumed the undead to have been unintentionally lurking; it wouldn't have been his first experience with such a frightful matter. He let a sigh of reassurance of his overly cautious ways with every walker that appeared while he traversed the forest. Every little thing he did during the apocalypse made him feel a little less sane, but when things were going good it ceased such dangerous thoughts. Very, very slowly, Gale lowered himself to a kneeling position. Letting the walker pass by was far less troublesome than shanking its skull, especially when you're lacking two days of sleep. Left index finger anxiously tapping at his knee, Gale wasn't enjoying his right being uncomfortably position on a twig in the dirt."Come the hell on.." Gale muttered with disgust, the damned thing wouldn't move any faster than one step per several seconds. He hated these kind, it was like dealing with brain dead versions of the undead."My thoughts make no sense.." Gale gently chuckled for a brief second before noticing with weary eyes the Walkers halt.
Of course, it had stopped for what appeared to be no reason. It was mid-way pass his line of travel before doing so with a aimless stare piercing the sky. Gale sighed again, this time of further annoyance."Guess I gotta fuck you up huh? Couldn't have been anymore retarded about this.." A complaining young man rose to his feet as carefully as he had descended, placing his left hand against the rough tree trunk. The undead woman was leaving him no choice but to dirty and tire himself further.
" Looking like a fuckin undead Julia Roberts.." Gale jested, right hand hovering a holstered blade still as he let out a few gentle chuckles. Before he could make a move to accompany his decision to down the undead Walker, a booming gunshot sounded off not too far from him. In fact, it wasn't far at all if he was judging by volume. What the fuck?
"What the fuck.." Gale murmured as the Walker turned to face an attractive echo. Before it could even think to start traveling in the shots direction, Gale was skulked his way to its backside, jamming his dagger halfway through the base of the undead woman's skull. Relieving his blade and grip of the pressure of her weight quickly, he yanked it out almost simultaneously to thumping body. Turning his head to face the gun shots direction, he sheathed his blade and was once again bearing the Desert Eagle tightly between steady hands. He could only assume that the gunshot was a product of his previous stupidity, which meant someone was searching around the woods for a source. The chances of that person being alone were slim..
He was ready for anything. Looking down at the Walker for a moment, he continued prowling silently forward towards the shot. After a short journey and another pause, his eyesight came into view of what appeared to be a girl sitting in the dirt with a person in her lap. It must've been a Walker. She must have a group. The first two thoughts to soar his mind's sky.
Coming from behind the current tree, his analysis of the situation was complete. His decision may have had too much haste behind it, but he hadn't decided on killing her yet. That could've possibly been as counter productive as pointless and heartless. Intimidating her, coaxing out as much as he could as fast as he could seemed logical. Her friends were inevitably nearby, if they were bad then their meeting would be short. His Desert Eagle's dot found itself targeting the woman's side profile since he couldn't see her whole face. The red beam danced around from her forehead to her eye; Gale was attempting to alert her of his presence. If she hadn't turned to notice him, his introduction would get her attention.
From a few feet away, he stood calmly with one hand on the Eagle aiming at his side instead of with the gun in front. Whoever the woman was, her group made a mistake in sending her alone. She nearly got herself killed by a single walker, from what he could tell."Hey there love." Gale said loud enough for his voice to carry,"I've heard of the whole necrophilia thing before.. But.." Gale said, smirking, eyes squinted as he jested at the walker with its head near the woman's crotch. The joke wasn't in good taste, but how many times would he situationally get to say something like that
Last Edit: Mar 14, 2017 20:39:27 GMT -5 by Marcus Gale
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Mar 14, 2017 21:38:48 GMT -5
After what seemed like forever, Tamara felt like she was now lost in the woods, Mercy's Mini-14 at her shoulder, swiveling every so often as she looked to one side and then another, each step slow and caution lest' she run into something dangerous. Come on, our mystery guest with the big-ass gun, where the fuck are you? she whispered to herself, remembering the earlier gunshot and wondering whose cannon that was that went off
Suddenly, she heard a gunshot nearby; turning in that direction, she whispered into her radio, "Just heard a gunshot; did anyone hear it?" Repeating her words, Tamara got responses from everyone....except-- "Mercy!" she yelled out, looking around and hoping something hadn't happened. "Mercy, where are you? Mercy?" Tamara yelled out again; keying her radio mic, she said breathlessly, "Preacher, did you see where those shots came from?" leaving her radio on as she yelled out once more, "Mercy! Where are you?" her voice now starting to get a little more frantic, hoping that what had begun as her happiest day ever wouldn't turn into her worst....
Post by Jon "Preacher" Alister on Mar 14, 2017 22:16:59 GMT -5
Laying on the massive hill, was Alister. He was doing as he had promised. He was trying to keep an eye on them all, but with them spreading out to cover more ground was making it damn near impossible without a spotter. Jon watched as everyone of them, -Except David who was walking the treeline- he had to get onto a knee to be able to see them in and out of the leaves in the trees. Thinking how stupid it was to have them spread out that far, but he noticed that they all were spreading further and further away from each other. -Again, mainly David for the same Reason as last time, sssheeesh- Going from person to person, he made sure they were safe until he heard a gun shot coming from they direction. Going to Tamara, then the pilots, and then swung to the now confused David and was swinging his M-16 in the brush trying to look. But one that he couldn't see, was Mercy. His Radio went off and heard it was Tamara.
"Just heard a gunshot; did anyone hear it?" Repeating her words, Tamara got responses from everyone....except-- "Mercy!" she yelled out, looking around and hoping something hadn't happened. "Mercy, where are you? Mercy?" Tamara yelled out again; keying her radio mic, she said breathlessly, "Preacher, did you see where those shots came from?" leaving her radio on as she yelled out once more, "Mercy! Where are you?" her voice now starting to get a little more frantic, hoping that what had begun as her happiest day ever wouldn't turn into her worst
Hearing how his boss was speaking, he could hear the fear and panic in her voice as she was calling out for Mercy and asking he had seen the shot. Looking through the scope of his PSG-1 Rifle, and when he swung it directly in front of Tamara's direction and looking up by a few degrees, he saw Mercy getting up. "Boss, I have sight of Mercy. From your direction you are currently heading, adjust Northward by 4 degrees and she will be about 38 paces in fro-...hold on...something isn't right." Looking at her, he noticed that she was standing still and looking at something. But something else caught his attention. Adjusting his scope a bit, he focused in on Mercy's face and noticed the dot that was moving around her face. Speaking lightly in a whisper, he would radio it in.
"Boss...you better hurry. Mercy has a red laser dot focused on her head." Swiveling in the direction of where it should be, the person who was aiming the gun had a tree blocking his view of the target. So getting up slightly and moving, he ran across and stopped. Getting back down to a knee, he looked for the location of Mercy and found her. Going back in the direction of Marcus, he finally found the man and the gun he had was a big caliber handgun. Grabbing his mic for his walkie, he pushed down the button to speak into it. "Mercy, this is Preacher. Can you hear me? Nod if yes." Turning to look at her, he saw her slowly nodding her head once. "Can he hear me?" Mercy nodded again. Jon began to think of a plan. Aiming at Marcus again, he placed the Crosshairs on the man's head. Pushing the mic, he began to speak into the Radio's everyone had.
"To the Person who is aiming a Desert Eagle, lower the firearm and drop it to the ground. I have a high powered Rifle pointed at your left Ear. Now, the person who you are aiming at is Mercy. She's our group's medic. Now, the woman you hear screaming like a maniac in the woods is our Boss. She is a kind woman, but doesn't like to see nor hear a member of our group is being targeted. Now, if you don't drop the weapon and my boss sees you like that, she will most likely fire upon you. But that's if I don't put a bullet into you first. So those are your options, 1. You drop the gun and we can talk about this Civil at our stronghold and you will be fed to have a talk with my boss. Or 2.) You remain in a hostile stance and have me forced to waste a bullet on the living. What will it be Mister? You got ten seconds to make your decision."
Mercy to Marcus: "Sir...you might want to listen to that man you just heard over my radio. He is a Marine Sniper. He don't threaten unless needed and he doesn't miss either. How about I drop my gun with you at the same time? On the count of three, we will toss our weapons to the side...3...2...1" Mercy tosses her firearm over to a tree and was hoping this Survivor who had a gun on her would do the same thing as her and hope this is a civil chat they could have.
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Mar 14, 2017 22:51:47 GMT -5
Hearing how his boss was speaking, he could hear the fear and panic in her voice as she was calling out for Mercy and asking he had seen the shot. Looking through the scope of his PSG-1 Rifle, and when he swung it directly in front of Tamara's direction and looking up by a few degrees, he saw Mercy getting up. "Boss, I have sight of Mercy. From your direction you are currently heading, adjust Northward by 4 degrees and she will be about 38 paces in fro-...hold on...something isn't right." Looking at her, he noticed that she was standing still and looking at something. But something else caught his attention. Adjusting his scope a bit, he focused in on Mercy's face and noticed the dot that was moving around her face. Speaking lightly in a whisper, he would radio it in. "Boss...you better hurry. Mercy has a red laser dot focused on her head."
Hearing Preacher's voice over the radio, Tamara quickly caught wind of where Mercy was at and - spurred by his later message about Mercy being red-dotted by someone with a laser sight - ambled as fast as she could to Mercy's position. "Call it in, Preacher! Call Mercy's position in to the others, now!" Tamara said as she closed the distance between her and her beloved, keeping the radio's volume down so that she could hear it yet not be distracted by it. Step by step, she got to where Mercy was and saw someone standing nearby, pointing what looked like a very large-caliber pistol in Mercy's direction.
Walking into the small clearing, Tamara was about to tell the stranger to drop his weapon when everyone - including the three of them - heard Preacher's advice to the stranger; after a few moments, she said, "I'd listen to the man if I were you, sir," Tamara said, slinging the Mini-14 over her shoulder as Mercy as she kept a wary eye over the area, having noticed the dead walker near where Mercy was sitting, "so what I'd so, sir, is first tell us who you are; no sense in anyone losing their heads out there...well, except for Walker Man here," pointing down towards the walker and adding, "so what's your name, sir?"
Post by Marcus Gale on Mar 15, 2017 1:19:56 GMT -5
What was this?
She started standing of her own accord, without his consent or acknowledgement? She didn't even say anything in response to him, making for a uneasy crawl through his skin. Before he could even get any further in thought about his next question, the girl's radio went off. In response, he instantly took cover behind a tree a couple feet south his position. Directly behind it, he slammed his back and knelt for cover. He knew it..her people were close by lurking in the woods. He had his head peaking a bit, knowing that wasn't the best idea given the scenario. The girl was trying to reason with him. Interesting. They were trying awfully hard to earn his cooperation..
He had no reply for her.
Whoever the man with the rifle was wouldn't be able to shoot him hopefully; he broke down the situation logically. The person had to ne north, northeast/west at the very least to get a clear headshot on him. Their wasn't anyway a person would be out of his sight from the east. Something was to the North is what this implied to him, most likely their base.
During the snipers monologue arrived another young beaut', armed and also demanding. She was staring at him as he peaked his head out again, but only briefly as the Preacher finished his warning. One thing was interesting enough however.. If he had heard everything right..
Letting out a long sigh, Gale stood up from behind the tree. With this woman's sudden appearance, he may have met the leader. He didn't decide it was time to speak until the new arrival had finished her say. Waving his Eagle around nonchalantly, he asked in a matching tone,"So, I'm guessing this girl I almost shot belongs to you? Boss?" Gale retorted, feeling uneasy about all of the uncommon authority trying to enforce itself upon him. It screamed bandits, raiders, whatever the hell they were called..
His face held no expression yet his eyes sat lazily as he stood in almost a triangle formation with the girls,"You should tell your sniper to be more.. forward, about rescues." He said holstering his gun. There were a number of ways their situation could've went, but Gale was sure that one their own would've died in at least three approaches he could imagine them doing. They were too humane about the situation. That was good.
Nostalgic.
"Owa." he said in response to being asked his name,"You guys have food?"
Last Edit: Mar 15, 2017 1:24:44 GMT -5 by Marcus Gale
Post by Mercy Lockheart on Mar 15, 2017 8:10:14 GMT -5
Mercy watched as the man ran cover from Jon's sights. This gave Mercy time to grab her pistol again. As she picked it up and holstered it, Tamara came onto the scene. A breath of relief came over the native American woman as she looked back to see the man peeking his head out from behind the tree he was hiding behind. "So, I'm guessing this girl I almost shot belongs to you? Boss?" Gale retorted, feeling uneasy about all of the uncommon authority trying to enforce itself upon him. Smiling a bit, Mercy would say to him. "I'm her lover, as Jon...the Sniper who was talking on the radio said, my Name Is Mercy. Do you have any wounds that need to be treated?" Moving her shoulders and arms a bit behind her, the medical bag slid down her arms and reached her hands. Sliding her one hand from the arm loop of the bag, she brought it around in front of her.Going down to a knee, she set the bag down onto the ground and unzipped it.
Reaching into it, she grabbed a pair of her latex gloves. Sliding the blue gloves on, she stood up and heard him talk again. His face held no expression yet his eyes sat lazily as he stood in almost a triangle formation with the girls,"You should tell your sniper to be more.. forward, about rescues." He said holstering his gun. There were a number of ways their situation could've went, but Gale was sure that one their own would've died in at least three approaches he could imagine them doing. They were too humane about the situation. That was good.
"It's his way of things. He's a Marine Sniper and one of our pilots for our group." Picking up the bag, she walked over to the man and began to check him over for injuries and bites. Lifting his arm at a time, she turned and twisted the joints on it to make sure she was sure he didn't need any treatment. Going from his arms to his shoulders and then his neck, she didn't see any bites or anything that needed treatment. Going down to a knee, she checked both his legs as fast as she could and didn't find any bite marks. Standing up and moving away from him with her bag, she pulled the gloves off of her hands and tossed them to the ground. "Owa." he said in response to being asked his name,"You guys have food?" Her near black dark brown eye's looked back at the man. Reaching into her bag, she took out two granola bars and tossed them over to him along with a bottle of water. Turning her head back to look at Tamara, she said to her. "He don't have any bites hun. Until we have the other medics at the Castle check him over, I say he's fine to return with us."
With that being said, Mercy walked slightly past Tamara and sat down on a fallen log to steel her nerves again. Her hands were shaking a bit as she remembered looking down the barrel of the big handgun, and then was acknowledged that he would have shot her caused her to shake a bit. Taking in slow deep breaths, she slowly exhaled them. Looking at one then the other, she could hear the rest of the search group begin to get closer and was now along with them. David stepped through the brush with his M-16 and the under barrel shotgun aimed at the one who called himself 'Owa.' David had his Detective's badge out and in plain sight as he stood there. "David, please put your gun down. Don't want him scared more then what he probably already is." The police officer lowered the M-16 as asked.
This one is because Wyatt likes the red one, so here it is
Post by Marcus Gale on Mar 15, 2017 10:01:55 GMT -5
Down to the point of it now then? The girl running him over threw him off for just a moment; she even generated a momentary lapse of bravado by rubbing on his legs. It wasn't so much of a turn on, rather a torturously embarrassing way to engage someone you just met..
"oooook Mercy, hi? Yea man thats cool man." he wore a longer smirk than he previously had shown Mercy, his thoughts entertaining as she performed her little check up. Afterwards someone else broke the ice, catching the eyesight of the three already present.
"Yea, listen to the lady. That's the bosses girl, bro." Gale's composure would be the end of him here. He taunted the new arrival from the woman's group, who appeared as another random guy aiming at him maybe it was to be expected. It still made him a little more trigger ready everytime a new face appeared or a sniper had their guns aimed. He chuckled a bit when the man actually followed her order, so the lover must have been second in command? He picked up the food that Mercy had thrown finally, putting one granola bar in pocket and holding the water bottle with a right. Opening the wrapper with his mouth, he took a bite out of the nutritional meal. He was hopeful the woman who had been interrupted by this random man of theirs would finish explaining her role in their group without every bite consumed.
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Mar 15, 2017 14:35:52 GMT -5
As things began to settle down and everyone's nerves began to calm down and unwind from the tenseness of the situation, Tamara listened to Mercy's declaration of health concerning the survivor and smiled; thankfully, she thought, no one got hurt or bit or anything like that. "We'll leave her in a few minutes, Mercy, as soon as Owa's had a chance to get his strength back up a little bit," walking over and sitting down next to her lover, hoping to ease her nerves - and her own.
"Anyway, you've met Mercy," Tamara said, giving her a comforting hug as they sat there, "and the big guy there with the M16 is another member of our group, David; the other three," pausing as Thomas, Danielle and Kevin arrived, having missed out on everything that'd happened earlier, "are with us as well. The one you heard over the radio - Preacher - is a couple hundred yards away but rest assured, he was watching over all of us." Getting up from her seat, she offered Owa a handshake and said, "And my name's Tamara; I'm one of San Simeon's leaders; after you finish there, we'll head back up the way we came and talk some more....that sound like a plan, sir?"
Post by Marcus Gale on Mar 15, 2017 20:39:28 GMT -5
Gale took a moment to examine everyone he was being introduced to. It was a little difficult after running into so many living and dead monsters but he started to retract his doubt. The lot of them, especially a most likely shaken Mercy, didn't give him that 'Give me your shit or I'll kill you' vibe. When Tamara finished her introduction, the extended hand had been met with a stare. For some reason he was reluctant,yet lacked reason to possibly even be so. A few moments of nothingness caught the winds, a gentle breeze quietly gracing him and Tue surrounding survivors.
"Sure." He gave a delayed answer and handshake before turning his back to the woman, sitting down and continue to eat the granola bar with the water close beside. They were abnormally kind, and even willing TO wait for him before moving. It was all too odd for someone who had grown into loneliness. If they had a camp however, the least he could do was restock on resources, if not decide to stay. The vehicle he used to get this far was hopefully still where he left it, but there weren't any guarantees. It would be something to look into after a full recovery.
Whatever.
Last Edit: Mar 15, 2017 20:42:19 GMT -5 by Marcus Gale
Post by David Forest on Mar 16, 2017 11:28:15 GMT -5
As things began to settle down and everyone's nerves began to calm down and unwind from the tenseness of the situation, Tamara listened to Mercy's declaration of health concerning the survivor and smiled; thankfully, she thought, no one got hurt or bit or anything like that. "We'll leave her in a few minutes, Mercy, as soon as Owa's had a chance to get his strength back up a little bit," walking over and sitting down next to her lover, hoping to ease her nerves - and her own.
"Anyway, you've met Mercy," Tamara said, giving her a comforting hug as they sat there, "and the big guy there with the M16 is another member of our group, David; the other three," pausing as Thomas, Danielle and Kevin arrived, having missed out on everything that'd happened earlier, "are with us as well. The one you heard over the radio - Preacher - is a couple hundred yards away but rest assured, he was watching over all of us." Getting up from her seat, she offered Owa a handshake and said, "And my name's Tamara; I'm one of San Simeon's leaders; after you finish there, we'll head back up the way we came and talk some more....that sound like a plan, sir?"
Mercy watched as Tamara came over and sat down next to her, resting her head on Tamara's shoulder. When Tamara introduced Mercy somewhat, Mercy waved a bit and wrapped around Tamara's back still resting her head on the left Shoulder. She then introduced David who nodded his head at the man as he looked at everyone that was around him. Eventually, Tamara stood up with a hand extended to the one who was calling himself Owa. A long moment of silence was being shared by everyone as he stared at her and eventually gave in and shook her hand only saying 'Sure'. Calm came across everyone as David leaned himself against a tree and moved his prosthetic leg back and forth as his knee joint was getting a bit soar. Sliding down the tree, he sat down onto the ground and began to relax with the M-16 on his lap. Looking around and taking in the scenery
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Mar 16, 2017 14:50:58 GMT -5
Shaking Owa's hand with a firm grip, Tamara sat back down next to Mercy, hoping to catch a moment's breath before all of them headed back to San Simeon....looking over at Mercy, she said, "Remind me when we get back to have Bam and some of his people clear back some of this underbrush from around the end of the runway, okay, babe?" giving her another hug, this one a little less comforting and a little more friendlier. Looking over at David, who was now sitting on the ground, his back to a tree about as broad as he was, she said to him, "When we head back here in a little bit, I want you on point; the three of us," pointing at her, Mercy and Owa, "will be right behind you. Everyone else behind us," pausing as she grabbed her radio and hit the mic button on it. "Preacher, this is Tamara; we found the survivor; we'll be heading back up to the Main Castle in a bit. Tamara out."
Taking a couple of long breaths, she added, "We'll rest here a few more minutes and then we'll head back up' that sound good, everyone..."
Post by Mercy Lockheart on Mar 16, 2017 15:34:36 GMT -5
Tamara sat back down next to Mercy, hoping to catch a moment's breath before all of them headed back to San Simeon....looking over at Mercy, she said, "Remind me when we get back to have Bam and some of his people clear back some of this underbrush from around the end of the runway, okay, babe?" giving her another hug, this one a little less comforting and a little more friendlier.
Mercy was told to remind her lover to ask Bam to clear out a good of the underbrush. Nodding her head, she wrapped an arm around Tamara's lower back and rested the side of her head on Tamara's shoulder again. Turning her face to look at Tamara, she leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek and sat up a bit. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a bottle of water, took the cap off it and took a sip from it. Mercy would then hand it over to Tamara since she was a bit out of breath. When David was addressed, he raised his hand and gave Tamara a thumbs up. Leaning against Tamara again, Mercy couldn't help it since she felt a bit nervous with how the newcomer was acting. She figured it was because that he hasn't run into people who were willing to help instead of robbing him. Over the radios came the response from Jon. "Copy that Tamara. But first, stay still. All of you. Got a few dead heads stumbling towards you guys. Dispatching."
The sound of the rifle blasting off hundreds of yards away was heard. Then the sounds of bodies hitting the ground North of them that sounded to be at least twenty to thirty feet away from where they all were gathered. The one shot, instead of one body hitting the ground, they heard three bodies hit the ground. The radio went off and Jon said. "Hey look at that, three for the price of one bullet. Hostiles dispatched." Looking around, she couldn't see any of the walkers that were taken care of. But she knew that Jon had they're backs. Relaxing a bit with that in mind, her free hand took one of Tamara's into her own and intertwined her fingers. Raising it up from her lap, Mercy kissed the top of her hand. Leaning over to her ear, she whispered. "I could hear you running for me. Thank you love. Makes me feel warm to know you worry about me." She then kissed Tamara's neck just below the ear and then rested her head on her shoulder again.
This one is because Wyatt likes the red one, so here it is
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Mar 17, 2017 19:44:16 GMT -5
Looking around, she couldn't see any of the walkers that were taken care of. But she knew that Jon had they're backs. Relaxing a bit with that in mind, her free hand took one of Tamara's into her own and intertwined her fingers. Raising it up from her lap, Mercy kissed the top of her hand. Leaning over to her ear, she whispered. "I could hear you running for me. Thank you love. Makes me feel warm to know you worry about me." She then kissed Tamara's neck just below the ear and then rested her head on her shoulder again.
"Its' alright, babe," Tamara replied, rubbing Mercy's back and holding her close to her as they sat next to each other, giving Mercy a peck on the cheek in turn, not really caring if anyone saw their affection for one another...in one sense, it was Tamara's hope that - as she glanced around and saw David sitting still - knowing David, he'd see the love her and Mercy had for each other and pass the word around that Tamara was going to be just fine, that while there'd always be a part of her missing with Julie gone, she'd found the one thing in this world that everyone strove to have...and that was true love, true love in the company of the person you were truly meant to be with.
Looking at everyone once more, Tamara said to them, "Unless there's anything wrong, let's go ahead and head on back up to San Simeon, shall we?"
Post by Marcus Gale on Mar 18, 2017 10:12:57 GMT -5
Gale finished his quaint little meal, using the first wrapper to wipe his mouth a bit. As the big guy who's name he already forgotten slumped down, Gale couldn't help but notice how he shook his leg. Taking a sip from the water Mercy gavr, he asked the guy about it out of curiosity.
"Hey, leg problems?" His voice carried a bit, enough to alert the man sitting aside his own tree.
Post by David Forest on Mar 19, 2017 10:03:54 GMT -5
Being talked to, he heard the question about his leg. Looking over at the man, he pulled up the pant sleeve and showed the prosthetic leg that reached up to a couple of inches below the knee. Watching Owa's expression, he pointed to Mercy. "I was bitten a few months in the calf. She plowed through a horde of the dead and picked me up in her Bronco. When she brought me back to the apartment shew as hiding in, she hacked my leg just a bit below the knee. If it wasn't her quick thinking...I would have been dead. I owe her and the Boss with her my life."
Sliding his pant leg back down, David put the stock of his M-16 down on the ground and pushed himself up and was now standing on his two feet. Placing the stock of the gun against his right shoulder, he went onto guard duty as everyone was starting to get ready to head back out. Looking over at Tamara, he would say to her. "Let me know when you are ready to move out, Boss."
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Mar 19, 2017 21:48:38 GMT -5
After a few more minutes rest, Tamara got up and looked around at the others. "We'll go ahead and head back up to San Simeon, everyone," pausing as she grabbed her radio and pressed the mic button. "Preacher, this is Tamara; we're heading back up to the Main Castle. Keep an eye on us, okay?" As she waited for everyone else to get ready, she looked over at Owa. "Soon as we get back up to San Simeon, we're get you checked out with the medics, alright?" she said, all the while thinking about everything else that needed be to be done once they got back to the Main Castle....
Post by Marcus Gale on Mar 20, 2017 4:03:11 GMT -5
Gale showed no expression of acknowledgment but he heard the words still. He took them as moral reassurance, even if the guy didn't intend it that way at all. Gale asked a question and he answered, it would be left there.
Gale didn't look over, but replied when the water bottle tell from his lips,"I'm fine with that, I guess. I still need to get my vehicle into this.. San Simeon. I have a police cruiser opposite the way you entered, where I came in." He turned his head for a moment to glance Tamara and Mercy. Just a silent moment after he spoke, his vision resting upon the dirt and grass beneath them afterwards. It Was ashame they were gay, hopefully their bases population dividing had some... Eh..
Luck?
Last Edit: Mar 20, 2017 14:02:24 GMT -5 by Marcus Gale
Post by Mercy Lockheart on Mar 20, 2017 8:02:38 GMT -5
Tamara had stood up and looked at everyone and told them that they are going to be heading back soon and then radioed Jon. Leaning down, Mercy placed her water bottle back into her bag and zipped up the large EMT bag that she was carrying around. Standing up, she lifted the bag and slid her arms through the loop holes of the bag and lifted it up onto her back. Pulling her handgun back out, Mercy was ready to start back as everyone was starting to pack up they're gear. Looking over at Owa as he mentioned about his vehicle. Her eyes looked over at Tamara since she was in charge after all. So Mercy didn't say anything. They're radios chirped as Jon came over the air. "Ok, when you girl scouts are ready, I got a bead on your guys Six. I'll make sure nothing comes up on you in surprise."
This one is because Wyatt likes the red one, so here it is
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Mar 20, 2017 12:39:40 GMT -5
Hearing Preacher's call over the radio, Tamara keyed the mic on her own radio and replied, "Copy, Preacher; heading back now. Tamara out." Motioning to David, she said, "David, you take the point; the rest of us will follow," just as Owa asked about his vehicle, a police cruiser that was back along the Pacific Coast Highway in the general direction he'd come from.
"We'll pick it up," Tamara replied as they started walking back towards San Simeon, "once we get back up to San Simeon; just let us know where it is and we'll send someone out to pick it up," glancing over at Mercy as they walked along and thinking, We just rescued this guy...and he's thinking about his vehicle? shrugging her shoulders as if she were trying to answer her own question and failing at it.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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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.
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