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Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 9, 2015 11:21:41 GMT -5
A few weeks had passed since the incident involving the outsiders. They had been ordered to recover in the medical tent under heavy guard watch until it was safe enough for them to leave on their own two feet. The time had come now that they could be told to leave safely and not worry about bleeding out from standing up. By mid-morning, the camp would be back to normal and Ellen would have a good handle on the people inside again.
We are doing a time skip here - 2 weeks into the future
Ellen had a free moment. It had been some time since she last just kicked back and relaxed. The intruders had caused a stir within the camp but in the end people knew where their loyalties where. Her guards stayed loyal to her regardless the situation, which was more than could be said from Nate. It had been two weeks since the intruders had come and stirred things up, and since Nate's open defiance towards her and Charlie which had led to his own exile.
People now knew that they'd go any lengths to keep them safe and unlike Nate, people appreciated it. And today was the last day they'd had to put up with the intruders. No one had come for them and they were all healed up now. If it had been up to Ellen they'd have been sent away as soon as the surgery on the guy was done but Andrei had convinced her otherwise. For some reason she liked her dad's medic more than Harding, probably because of his playful demeanor. Still, whether or not they'd accept new arrivals remained to be seen. One thing was for sure though; ever since the skirmish with the intruders it was agreed upon that hostiles were going to be dealt with more harshly.
The sun was out and despite the cold it felt warm on her skin. She topped up her aviators sunglasses and leaned back. It was silence before the storm; somehow she figured the intruders weren't gonna go peacefully; or at least not without throwing in one or two insults. Hell, she'd be disappointed if they wouldn't. But for now, she was just enjoying the moment.
Hykeem was back at the camp for a week now and things seemed up for him. First of all he was back to his regular self. He hadn't had another drink since the celebration and he was glad.
The Alcohol had done crazy things to him that he didn't like them. For the past few weeks he had become a guard at night and a scavenger in the day. He wanted to give back the time he spent drunk and away to the people of the camp.
Hykeem had been so caught up in his work lately that he hasn't slept in days. He had just got back from a supply run and was moving the supplies to the council tent for inspection.
He had gone with a small group of scavengers into Estes park and raided a Weapons store taking a nice size steal.
He had reached the tent alongside three of the others. He stepped aside letting the others in first and then entered himself. He walked in heading straight for the council seats and place his load in the center of them.
"We found the at a gun store in Estes Park. Right across the street from the New Life Center."
Hykeem spoke giving a hint that they still needed the supplies for the birth of the babies at the camp. Hopefully they caught on.
Liz had been spending all her time inside the medical tent. The only time she really left was to sleep and to eat while the doctor made his rounds. The dark haired girl had made a good recovery and was pretty much ready to be on her feet, where the man who had been shot in the abdomen took far longer due to the extent of injuries and surgery required to fix him up.
She didn't pay much mind to what was going on beyond the medical tent but she did notice that it was guarded 24/7. She wasn't one to question it. She didn't really know these people well enough to question anyone.
Her next visit was to check Sterling's pulse and check on the wound that was healing nicely. She always considered herself to have a friendly bedside manner and when she lifted the blanket away from Sterling's torso she smiled as she spoke.
"The good news is you're healing well and you've got color back. You look like you're ready to get back on your feet. The bad news?"
She paused as she looked to the tent flaps and lowered her voice. It was something he probably already knew, but rumor had been moving through the camp. "I hear you may get kicked out of here."
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Post by Damon Morris on Mar 10, 2015 11:13:05 GMT -5
Damon was headed to camp with the blue sky appearing from the trees. It had been the first time he was allowed out of camp for a while and he had checked the area out. He had found some cans of food in an abandoned tent which had been crushed by a tree, he had also found some sheets that could be used for bandages. His prize find however was an injured rabbit with no bites which he put out of its misery and was bringing back as meat.
He was a mile or so out currently and was headed back to the road where he could hop back on his mountain bike when he heard a walker. He turned sharply and drew his knife to see one coming from behind a tree. Waiting for it to get close enough he moved inwards placing his knife through the walkers eye "Son of a bitch!" he said as the knife went through.
As the walker fell back Damon noticed something fall out of its pocket. He leapt to the ground and opened a small metallic tin to find around 16 smokes and a lighter. This truly was a jackpot find for him personally. He stood and walked back to the ditch on the edge of the road and began cycling back to camp. After a few minutes he was back and approached the gate for the second time. This time he would simply enter.
Grant had parked his truck a few paces from the Camp. He killed the engine, lettig the loud rumble stop. He had hear rumours of this place. But actaully finding it had been blind luck. His sniper was on his back, machine gun at his side. His hand rested over the handgun on his belt. It was cold in the winter air. He pulled the bandana around his neck closer.
He approached the wall and place his hand on one of the beam. He spotted a guard along the wall, a gun pointed at him.
The guard reached for his walkie and spoke. "We got some along the wall. I repeat someone along the wall. He's armed to the teeth but hasn't made a move yet. I'm requesting asstance here."
When Hykeem passed her, Ellen had opened her eyes beneath her aviator sunglasses for a brief moment. She peeked inside of the Council tent only to see Hykeem talking to empty chairs while putting guns on the table. Hadn't he learned by now that guns needed to go in the armory? And who the hell was he talking to?
"That guy is so friggin' strange." Ellen thought. "Too bad Veran left; he would've had his hands full with this guy!"
She stretched herself out and moved her neck from side to side. She put her hands in her back and stretched it out fully before going inside the Council tent.
"Who're you talking to?" Ellen asked. "The Council's not in session this time of day. Have you been drinking again? You know guns go in the armory. Nice haul by the way!"
Hykeem acted weird sometimes and Ellen wondered whether or not the others experienced him the same way. She knew Charlie and some of the guards did, but still; the guy had his uses.
It was then Ellen got the report of an armed individual along the perimeter. She shook her head; never a dull moment in this camp. She went over to the wall to see what the commotion was about; no one was shooting yet so that was a good sign. She climbed up the ramp and looked over the wall. Damon was there with his bike, along with a new face. The new guy was heavily armed. Did Damon bring him in? He didn't seem in any kind of danger and nothing indicated that the armed individual was forcing him to.
"Damon!" Ellen said. "Who's this new friend you brought? I can assume that if this fine young man threatened you; and he has a whole army behind him, you would definitely tell us at the risk of losing your own life, wouldn't you?"
Ellen looked up to the guards in the towers. Each of them shook their heads; they didn't have eyes on additional hostile forces. This didn't look like a trap.
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Post by Damon Morris on Mar 10, 2015 13:22:34 GMT -5
Damon had his MP3 player on and was humming. He saw Ellen and looked up taking them off and heard her mention a friend "Friend... I just came down the road what fre..." Then he looked right and saw a man stood who must approached from the other direction. The shock made him jump slightly and he put a hand on his pistol... "Who the fuck are you?" He then looked at Ellen and after the events of two weeks ago he was not sure of her character.
Damon looked up a second guessing the blame of some man finding the camp would be attached to him in some way. He would explain later. For now his focus was on this stranger and what Ellen would do.
"I'm alone," Grabt said moving his hands away from his gun. He eyed the women, "I'm not with him Mate." He watched the men scanning the area. "You won't find anything. If I did have a group I wouldnt be the one talking to you. I'd be pacrs away, sniper drawn. Even you should know a sniper doesn't fight close range. The gun's not just for looks, I can use it too."
He tried to smile to be friendly. "I'm Grant. Australian Military. Listen I'll come peacefully. Just saw this place and saw the walls. Was hoping no one was here. That I could rest for s few days and move on. Was just about to climb the walls before gunman talked. Figure that's a bad Idea now."
The sound of Ellen's voice brought Hykeem back to reality. To him it was like as soon as he heard her voice everything else in the tent disappeared. It was only him and her.
Hykeem looked closely at Ellen as she spoke. His eyes watching her every movement. To her it was probably creepy but to him it was a survival technique.
As Ellen told Hykeem where to take the weapons he looked down at them before picking them up. Hykeem wasn't gonna take all of the weapons he would keep one or two just in case something fucked happened. Fucked up stuff seemed to be happening more and more and he would be prepared.
He walked from the tent towards his own caring the guns walking in a low-profile casual manner. He reached his tent placing two guns in a storage whole he had dug into the ground.
He then covered the space with a metal plate before walking out towards the armory.
He watched the woman enter and couldn't help but remember the day he had first seen her upon waking after surgery. He had been feeling the after effects of the ketamine and her hair had seemed to shoot off light. Maybe he should have let it go, he was likely leaving as soon as he was able to stand but he couldn't shake an interest in this woman. She was attractive and she was as kind, if not kinder, as anyone could be expected to be after the world had ended. She had been diligent about her duties seeing to his condition and he had seen her only slightly less then he had seen his proverbial cell mate Dannie.
"Glad to hear it's healing up nicely ma'am. It still hurts more then I like but I think I'll survive now, thanks to you and the doc."
She leaned a little closer and Sterling noticed that she even smelled nice. He was sure that he smelt awful, having been cramped in the med bay since he had arrived, but she didn't seem to notice. She told him what he had already guessed. He and Dannie would be leaving today. To be honest he really didn't care. He wouldn't stay here even if they offered him to. These people were little better then common bandits. He had already heard that they were only sending them away with one car and of course they had taken their weapons. Sterling hated that he would lose his rifle. It had saved his and many other lives throughout this whole thing.
"Yeah I had guessed as much. Not like I would want to stay anyways. Got a bad taste in my mouth for certain people in this camp."
"Ma'am? You make me sound old." She laughed a little as she pressed gently down on the wound, feeling the scar tissue as it was starting to build. It was certainly better then the alternative, which would have been losing his life. She covered the wound back up and turned towards a little stool that was sitting in the corner of the tent. She reached for the pile that was on top of it, laying the clothing at the end of his bed. "I got you a change of clothes. They should fit. You should probably get up and start walking around a bit."
She smiled as she neatly folded her hands over the pile of clothing at the end of the bed. She didn't like the fact he would be leaving soon because she also knew that he may not heal as quickly as Andrei would have preferred.
"I know how you feel. I've come across a few camps that I had to get away from myself. Sometimes people just aren't what they say they are."
She paused for a minute and looked at him. She'd heard a lot of squawking about these people being the enemy, intruders, bandits and all manner of things but she had yet to see any proof of that. The only blood that she had seen so far was on Ellen and Charlie's hands to protect the camp. The only thing she knew is that the shooting didn't happen here and she had no idea how far out of their way they had gone to shoot these people.
Aron had woke up later than most, it had been a long time since he'd had a lie in. It had been 2 weeks since he and Sasha had arrived at the camp. Over the course of the two weeks, he had reunited with people whom he believed that he'd never see again, formed new friendships, pulled his weight and learned about a death of a former companion. The last of which was the most devastating for Aron. Despite not knowing Yuri too long, they had formed a strong bond. When Aron thought about it, maybe all the time being a hostage was good for him as he didn't have to see the death in person. That would have been different.
Aron didn't know much about the situation that occurred 2 weeks earlier, as soon as he came in, he wasn't even given a proper welcome as most were still bickering. All he knew was that the problem was resolved now and that the drama was over. From what Aron had heard, there were some intruders who had caused a stir in camp, who eventually left with some of the members of the settlement. Despite not knowing much about the situation, he could only think the people leaving was a good thing. Sure they lost a guard or two but it meant that the most loyal members of camp remained and that they had fewer mouths to feed, fewer people they had to look out for.
He hadn't spoken much to the people he hadn't met in camp. Most of the time he was with Sasha, which surprised him as the two felt quite opposite, but still had a strong friendship. The only person he disliked was Bob Landry, the two had not spoken but the guy seemed to have a disliking for him but Bob rather liked Sasha. Aron had a bad feeling about that man. One camper in particular, Susan Hockley, took a great interest in Aron. An annoying high school girl. She stalked him constantly and he couldn't do anything else but pretend he was her friend.
"Hey Aron!" She shouted at him from behind, causing him to stumble forward a little out of shock.
"Oh hey." Aron said glumly, hinting at her to go away, something she didn't understand. "I told you not to do that."
"But Aron, I just wanted to talk to my best friend!" Aron rolled his eyes, the girl irritated him. Perhaps she'd be a bit more bearable if she didn't constantly stalk him and scare him like that. "Maybe, in about an hour, you could come back to my tent and.." She giggled. One of the most annoying laughs Aron had heard his whole life, if not the worst.
He wanted to tell the girl he had no interest and that she was the most infuriating person he'd ever met. But instead, something else came out. "Blergh."
"Oh, I see how it is, you're a night time kinda guy. Mmm. I'll see you later my sweet prince."
"Right back at you princess." He said politely.The girl erupted into an abnormal dance before walking off singing.
Aron's eyes grew wide. "Fuck." He muttered under his breath. He didn't know how to get out of the situation and didn't know how he was going to let the girl down lightly without her going all crazy on his ass. But that was something he'd have to face later on.
Sasha emerged from the tent behind him in laughter. It appeared that she'd watched the event and knew how desperate he wanted to end it. "Help me." He pleaded to her, which only resulted in even more laughter.
Sasha didn't have the busiest of weeks, most of it was spent with Aron, the two knew eachother well and decided to stick together. Being a total newcomer to the camp, she didn't have to waste as much time reuniting with others and grieving deaths. Deaths were inevitable, if we spent time grieving, that would only make us more likely to die and dying was for the week.
There was previously drama in the camp, at first she believed it was the camp members being too unskilled to run a camp properly but two weeks on, she hadn't really thought much of the subject. Of course, it could have been a one-off or simply a misunderstanding. Rifts in the camp were also inevitable but something that if major, quite likely to get them killed. Rifts were for the stupid and the stupid get themselves killed.
She hadn't talked to anyone much apart from Aron and Anne-Marie, she'd only said the odd hello. It was okay for Sasha, she liked being alone. Ever since she'd left Russia, she'd be alone. Alone meant that you didn't need to look after others. Sure it meant that sometimes they'd have your back and could defend you. But safety in numbers was an often wrong statement. More numbers meant a higher chance you let someone evil in and the higher the chance that you're the next dead. Having to rely on others was for the weak and something that got you killed. One of the members, Bob Landry took an interest in her, from what she saw, he didn't seem to bad. But Aron on the other hand, didn't seem to like Bob, the two hadn't even interacted. Maybe he was just jealous that he was talking to her, meaning he had to be alone a little.
She also noticed that Aron had interest from another camp member, Susan Hockley. Just seemed to be an annoying teenager that would constantly stalk him, the camp weirdo. Aron and Susan were talking outside which meant Sasha had another chance to spy on the two. He knew how Aron disliked her and enjoyed watching him forced to mingle.
Sasha watched the whole conversation, the kid wanted him back in her tent later. It disgusted her that a teenager would want to do that to some random boy but it didn't surprise her, there were no rules anymore. The possibility of the two becoming an item irritated her slightly, even though she knew it was never going to happen, there was still a possibility.
Aron's eyes widening her made her laugh, his inability to escape the situation entertained her. Susan left and Sasha came out of the tent. His face was even funnier on the outside and erupted in laughter again. Aron wanted help but all she could offer was a constant laugh and a hand on his shoulder.
"It's not funny, this is a serious situation!" Aron warned her. Sasha began to laugh again, Aron sighed.
Last Edit: Mar 11, 2015 15:49:06 GMT -5 by Deleted
Ellen sighed. That MP3 player of Damon was going to get him killed one day. She couldn't grasp it; if he'd listen to music while inside the camp that was fine; however outside you needed to here the walkers coming. She didn't understand why one would deafen one of the most important senses one could had in the world the way it was today. If you couldn't hear walkers coming, you'd just be putting your life in danger. Bear Lake was practically walker-free but still; the occasional lost hiker or mountaineer would come crawling or walking out of the Rocky Mountains.
The other guy appeared to be an Australian, military at that as well. And a sniper to boot. They could use someone like him in the camp, especially someone who appreciated some military discipline when it came to keeping order. Still, at this moment the man had to undergo the same all new arrivals would.
"I'm first lieutenant Ellen McAllister; US Army National Guard." Ellen introduced herself. "It's our policy to relieve all new arrivals of their firearms upon entering, and search you for any hidden weapons. If you wish to enter, there's a five day minimum we'll have to keep you to make sure nobody else is coming for you. During those five days you'll be put to work alongside our settlers, and you'll be fed and appointed a place to sleep. You'll also be free to move about the camp. After those five days your weapons will be returned to you and you'll be free to go. If you wish to stay after those five days; you'll be brought before a Council and you'll be given the opportunity to present your case. If you believe this to be fair; please put your guns in the designated basket. If you don't; then we ask that you vacate this place immediately."
Ellen knew she sounded formal but she wanted to have all her bases covered so any new arrivals wouldn't come to any surprises.
After Shaw left with the traitor Nate; Anne-Marie had been put to work in the medbay on her sister's and father's request. She was reluctant to accept, wanting to serve with Ellen's guards instead, but was eventually convinced by her family. This way she could learn about patching people up should she ever find herself alone with her family again. This camp seemed secure enough but Anne-Marie knew better than to take things for granted or to lose her guard.
But there was a second motive for her being in the medbay; according to her dad she had the uncanny ability to make herself scarce and unseen. They had already been two weeks inside of the camp but still a lot of people had yet to learn that she was Ellen's sister, and thus people tended to speak freely when she was around about problems in the camp. Like a spy she'd report everything back to her dad and Ellen.
The reason she was put in the medbay was because of two of the intruders still being in there; and her sister needed someone to catch what they were saying. Also; the fact that Elizabeth had only come forward as a nurse after the incident with the intruders had caused a fair amount of suspicion within the camp, and thus Anne-Marie was told to keep an eye on her as well.
So when Elizabeth talked to the ring leader of the intruders; Anne-Marie made sure she'd be nearby. As she took stock of a nearby cabinet, she secretly listened in on the conversation; listening for anything incriminating or important. So far Elizabeth didn't seem to know the man, which was good. But it seemed like she didn't held the camp's leadership in high regards either. As she asked the man who he was, Anne-Marie knew things were about to become interesting.
"I can agree to all that. A decent mean would sit good right about now," he walked toward the gate. He pulled his pistol and placed it in the basket, unslung his sub machine gun and did the same. Pulling his sniper from his back he made placed it gently in the basket. "Knives too? Or can I keep those," he asked looking at the women. "Ellen was it. Said you were military? First Lieutenant?" He paused, "was a Coporal. Also had advance sniper training. Good to see another military officer, even if we aren't the same military. Still alies, all that matters." He pulled out two knives, "this is all that's on me, feel free to search me." He removed his pack, "can go through there too. I have nothing to hide."
He stepped back, five days was a long time without his guns. He would rather have at least his pistol on him but he wouldn't argue. If somethig went wrong he was sure he'd get them back early. "May I ask what I'd be working on these next five days? I'd rather it be something like the guard on the wall then cooking or organizing."
"Well I'll be damned; he's actually complying..." Ellen thought, having almost forgot what a complying person looked like. Still, considering Damon was already on the ground below he could have the honors of frisking the newcomer.
As to where she was going to put this guy for the time being; one of the towers seemed the most logical option. Still, she was afraid that might rub the wrong way with some of her own people. The night watch wasn't too popular though, she figured he could fill in there.
"Thank you for your cooperation." Ellen said. "It's appreciated. There's a couple more officers like me inside; we can discuss intelligence once you're inside."
Ellen gestured at Damon to pat the man down.
"Alright, this man's gonna search you." Ellen continued. "Don't take it personally, just protocol. We've had some bad experiences with people in the past. Damon, if you please?"
He graciously accepted the clothes but left them where they were for now. He was still wearing the jeans that he had been wearing when he got there. His shirt had been cut off to treat the wound and he hadn't put on a new one yet. He slowly rose to a sitting position with his legs off of the bed. His vision swam a little but he pushed it back down. He looked down at his wound and frowned. It was quite large and still healing.
"Alright let's see if I got this."
He slowly rose to his feet, it was painful but he needed to do it. He stumbled once as his legs tried to readjust to standing. He hobbled around the room. If he had been trying to escape a geek he would be dead.
"Lotta good the doc will have done me if I get my face chewed off," he said, a hint of anger showing through his voice.
If he was able to he would storm off to find Ellen and Charlie and kick the shit out of them. His people had been working on surrendering and they fucking shot us. The fire building in his eyes kept getting stoked the more and more he thought about it.
Her question took him off guard But he managed to answer it.
"I was a detective. With Chicago PD organized crime unit. Dannie over there was my first and only rookie. Lot of good it does me now though.
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Post by Damon Morris on Mar 11, 2015 18:06:37 GMT -5
Damon stepped forward and patted the guy down checking anywhere you would store a weapon. His arms, his back, waist and his thighs encase he had some kind of holster like Lara Croft in tomb raider. He then went ahead and checked his ankles around the sock areas. Once the guy was patted down he checked his backpack searching to see mainly shirts and rations, a canteen and torque and flashlight showing each item to Ellen as he went.
Damon then stepped back "Your the expert but he seems to be clean" Damon was really fighting the urge to say 'G'day' or 'Any sheilas around' but he kept his mouth shut. After all the shit that went down the other week he still hadn't fully figured Ellen out. He stood and waited to see what would happen next and return what he had scavenged and hunted.