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Ellen waited for Damon to complete the search and she had to hand it to him, he had been very thorough. Once the Australian was cleared, she gestured at the guards at the gate to have it opened.
The gate opened and Ellen jumped down the ramp to welcome their new guest. She went over to him and escorted him inside.
"Welcome to Bear Lake." Ellen said to Grant. "Like I said; I'm Ellen. I run the guard along with Charlie. She's an army lieutenant just like me. We completed ROTC and got commissioned just before the outbreak, and we were pulled out of college and attached to the National Guard here in Colorado when shit hit the fan. The guards are mostly people from our university back in Boulder but they're able. I'll give you the rundown of how this place came to be later but right now I gotta ask; how did you end up here? Did the UN sent you? Were you part of a larger force? Is the rest of the world infected by this plague as well?"
Grant felt the man patt him down. He seemed to know what he was doing, though there wasn't a weapon to find. He watched him search through his bag watching him remove his canteen and light to show the women. He was surprised the guy didn't comment about all the bubble gum. Reminded him he needed a piece, Damb nerves.
"So am I clear to go in," Grant asked, "been poked and prodded. Searched and scanned. What othe formalities do you need." He raised a brow. He would cooperate and answer any questions they had to ask. He assumed they did want to ask something, he would. He just waited for further instructions, slowly lowering his hands.
He looked at Ellen, "I enede up here by chance. Was on vacation with my brother, he wanted to do some surfing on american sand. UN didn't send me. I wasn't even on duty at the time of all this. I can't say about the rest of the world, wish I could."
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"Shit..." Ellen said softly at Grant's response. She knew it was too good to be true but she expected something, even though she knew better. Still, she wasn't about to look a gifted horse in the mouth. If this guy was as good as he claimed to be he'd be an asset to the camp.
"Well then, so much for the Aussies coming to save our butts." Ellen said. "Suppose we should keep hoping this shit's contained to the US, although I doubt it. And if it is, the rest of the world's doing a good job in keeping our asses quarantined."
Ellen knew that this infection was probably worldwide, but there was some comfort in thinking the rest of the world was unaffected. It was nice thought regardless. Still, if the whole world was affected then it seemed unlikely it would ever recover from whatever this was.
"Anyway, speaking of quarantine... every new arrival has to be examined by our doctors." Ellen continued. "It's just a precaution, we're not actually gonna put you in quarantine. After that we'll get you some food. Whaddya say?"
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Mar 11, 2015 19:07:25 GMT -5
Damon looked headed on past Ellen and Grant "Ill see you later anyway..." He said as he pushed his bike inside and locked it up thinking he may be out the woods on any Ellen safety lecture for now, his MP3 was a nice luxury and he preferred not being so nervy on his bike. He then headed to the living area and placing on a table his take so it could be added to the camps stockpile or whatever. He kept the smokes, a chocolate bar and a can of deodorant to himself having it in another pocket of the bag.
He laid out some cans of soup and peaches, a can of corned beef that had a few months left on it, a few squirrels from traps they had set and the rabbit he caught. He then added the knives, walking boots, bandages and rope he took from the crushed tent. He had a decent take considering how scarce and area it was.
Damon left it for the people who dealt with supplies and headed near the medical tent to grab a cup of water. Sitting down he began lighting up a smoke and as he bent over shielding his lighter from the wind noticed a spot of blood from the walker on his top and looked up in frustration "Rrrrghhh son of a bitch" He said to himself.
He eventually lit it up and sat back enjoying his break as he would have to do something later, patrol for walkers, guard or check the defenses... who knows. He was more use outside really having spent so long alone this safe environment was something he had to get used to. He sat back with his smoke and placed his MP3 back on listening to some relaxing music he watched the camp go in circles.
"Yeah I wish we were here to save the day. Would mean I get to go home after all this," Grabt said shrugging, "by what can you do. I know the US ain't alone though. Mexico and Canada are just as bad. Hopefully it's just confined to North America. The telies were to focused on the news here that it didn't cover global. Still something the moment is Aussies do show up, I'll vouch for this place. Assuming I stay that is."
As they walked to where he was to be examined he smiled, "so in here the doctor will has a look right? See you when I'm done then."
Grant went in and expliained to the or female doctor. She pulled him to exam room and made sure he was clear of bites. "Scars just from a gun," Grant said when she asked about it. When he was done the check up he stepped back out to ellen.
"All clear and bite free," he said smilling. "Does that doctor ever talk. She wasn't very talkative," he said folding his arms. "You mentioned food?"
Liz knew that she had to help him before he fell and ripped that wound right back open again. She wasn't so sure that Andrei had the ability to take care of internal bleeding and it would be her ass if he fell on her watch. With people on such edge lately she feared she would be the next one to be kicked out. However, she also knew that Sterling could not be out on his own yet. A bold decision would come to mind should the need for her services arise. She knew what was coming.
"I wouldn't let you go out on your own. Even if they demanded it, I wouldn't let that happen. I'll be there to take care of you until you're healthy enough."
She looked at Dannie who still seemed to be sleeping. There was nothing else for her to do and although she was able to sneak a book in for her to read, that was pretty much done in two days. Food was brought here and she was always under guard when she came and went. She knew the girl wasn't happy but she seemed to be loyal to Sterling. She started to wonder if there was more to them then just detective and rookie.
"She told me you two were cops."
She paused for a moment as she wrapped her arm around his back, helping him to take baby steps to getting back on his feet. He was a lot stronger then he was giving himself credit for probably due to the pain that was coming from the gunshot wound.
"Nothing matters anymore, Sterling. Everything we did, everything we wanted to do, all those dreams are gone. The only thing we can do is just do what we know. You'll be back to your old cop self soon enough. But I'm wondering, where do you think you'll go from here?"
He felt weak when she helped him walk. He was not an overly proud man but it was still slightly embarrassing to be unable to do things for himself. He was glad for the help though even if he was a little embarrassed by it. She was kind and it was a refreshing change from the people that he had interacted with since he arrived. Even he and Dannie had had a hard time talking, they didn't want people to know what their plans were. These people had patched him up but he still didn't trust them. Putting a bullet in a person didn't tend to be a quick way to gain trust.
"You don't need to come with me, Dannie can keep me safe. I won't turn you down if you want to but I don't want to make you feel like you have to."
He respected her for offering and he honestly hoped that she would decide to come along but he didn't want her to feel like she had to do so. He really probably would need her but he couldn't say that. This was her home, or so he guessed. They hadn't really talked much about her.
"Yeah, she was training to become a swat officer last I heard. We kept up a little but I also followed her. Wanted to see how my rookie was doing. Didn't want to think that I had failed in training her, especially when I had to leave her early when I made detective."
Her last question made him nervous he thought he could trust her but he wasn't one hundred percent sure. He didn't put anything past these people and he himself had used the same tactic before when interrogating suspects. You send someone in that seems to side with them, all the while your sitting behind the glass listening in and better yet recording. It had always been amazing how much people really wanted to confess.
"Not sure where we are going. Somewhere with less people that want to kill me for sure."
Liz listened as Sterling spoke and wasn't sure if she had ever really introduced herself to him.
"By the way, you can call me Liz. Short of Elizabeth. My mom said I was named after Elizabeth Taylor, the actress you know?"
She chuckled as she said that thinking how shallow that sounded when she said it out loud. She helped him to get back on his feet and move around a bit and figured that was probably enough for now.
"You seem to carry a lot on your shoulders, Sterling. Dannie told me about your wife too. We talked a lot about you while you were out."
She kept grinning as she said that, bringing him back to the edge of his bed to help him sit. The clothes were still sitting there, but she figured he would probably want a shower before he put the clean clothes on.
"I'm sorry to hear about your loss. I guess we've all lost loved ones along the way. But I'm pretty sure no matter where you go there is always going to be someone or something that wants to kill you. Decisions are much more difficult to make anymore. You don't know who's good and who's bad anymore. Surrendering doesn't seem to be the easiest option. I get that you guys were surprised. I probably would have been too."
She stepped back and shrugged as she looked over her shoulder.
"There's a shower in there. The doctors and Mia use it after working on patients. Dannie used it. If you want to go clean up, you can too."
Sterling was surprised to hear that Dannie had talked about him to this woman, Liz as she had called herself. He laughed a little at her comment about the actress, who was probably dead. It didn't sound shallow to him, just funny. It was one of those left overs from the old world just like they all had.
"Don't worry about my loss. Like you said we all go through it now and though I still miss her at times I've moved on. She wouldn't have wanted me to let it kill me. She was a good woman."
She seemed at least sympathetic to their side of the story but at the same time he just didn't know. He wanted to believe that she was for real and that maybe some of the people in this camp were good people. He decided that he would simply trust her. He needed her, whether he liked it or not. Dannie would keep him safe but beyond first aid he doubted she would know how to care for him if something went wrong.
"If you still want to come with us we will gladly have you. Stubborn as I am I could use the help. Dannie is a good cop, don't let her know I said that, but she's a cop, and your a nurse."
He actually perked up a little when she told him about the shower. That thought made him so happy that, without thinking, he kissed her on the cheek. He was so tired of feeling disgusting. He grabbed the clothes and turned around before he went in to take a shower.
"Thank you. You and doc are the only two that have seen us as human the entire time we've been here."
After he said that he opened the door to the shower and went inside. Luckily all he had to remove were his pants and underwear. His socks and shoes had also been taken off, probably by Liz at some point to make him more comfortable.
Liz blushed furiously as he kissed her on the cheek. That was rather unexpected, but she supposed it was the little things that mattered these days anyways. From what she could gather, Sterling and Dannie were the outsiders here on many different levels. So far though, she hadn't found them unpleasant, insulting or threatening in any way, shape or form. There were two sides to every coin and neither was right or wrong. It was how it was flipped and called that mattered in the end.
"I wouldn't say that, detective. Someone else in camp rallied for you and got kicked out for it."
As he made his way to the showers, she cleaned up a bit and watched as Dannie started to open her eyes. Dannie was in better shape and could move around faster then Sterling, although her arm would be in that sling for a while. As a part time physical therapist, she knew that she would have to help rehabilitate them both and that mostly meant that she was going to be leaving too. Without patients, she really felt she had no use at this camp. Even though she was the only nurse left now, but the two doctors seemed skilled enough as it were and the number of people in camp would not overwhelm them, she was certain of that.
Another day spent staring at the roof of the medical tent. Her eyes opened and although she had heard a bit of conversation between Liz and Sterling, she didn't pay too much attention to it. What she did pay attention to was the fact that he actually got up and went to go wash off. That brought a little more excitement into the day as she figured he was getting well enough to travel.
She was willing and able to leave this place as quickly as possible, but she didn't want to leave her former partner behind. He seemed to be getting on well enough with the new nurse, but there was no way she could trust this woman. She couldn't trust anyone in this camp at this point. A few had argued their cases and Emre and Jake were long so it was only her and him as far as she was concerned.
She had asked a guard to find someone, anyone that she could talk to from the council so she could make negotiations to get out, but she was playing on their time now, not her own. She wondered how wild she would get if she was kept caged any longer and now she could understand how anyone she placed under arrest felt. It was a long, tedious process of hurry up and wait.
She looked at the blonde nurse, but said nothing. She knew anything she said could and would be used against her. Miranda rights were in full swing here, but there were no more courts law to prevail and serve justice. Now it was just lawlessness that ruled. Maybe, playing by the rules of the law was the exact thing she needed to stop doing.
Hykeem had finally made it to the armory where the weapons need to be placed. As he walked he could tell the people had thought him to be crazy all of them but in reality it was more of a game.
He was playing with their minds in order to see how they each truly were. He acted as if he were crazy in order to predict how long the settlement would last.
He carefully observed each person watching their reactions and discover their strengths and weaknesses. He knew one day this settlement would meet its end such as all empires fall.
He gently placed the weapons on their racks before pulling a mask he had found over his face. Half of the mask was a bloodish red with a white skeleton while the other half was white with a black barb pattern.
Hykeem walked out into the new spring breeze blew slowly through the holes of the mask. He walked towards the center of the camp looking for the only people he felt were his friends at the camp.
He walked around the entire camp confused not seeing his friends anywhere. He had seen Ellen with a new person and walked toward her.
Hykeem knew Ellen had to know something he didn't and if something happened to them while he was gone he'd blame himself. They were the closest friends he'd had his whole life and he didn't want them hurt.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 12, 2015 19:32:24 GMT -5
Remy had taken this down time to set up the lab that she was allowed to set up in the agriculture tent. Things were in order and she was ready to start testing blood samples. The only problem was she had no samples. The temperature was up and down lately but the walkers still seemed to be slow. She had packed a backpack with a few vials, a syringe and had her machete with her. She also knew to bring other vital essentials such as some packets of food and a bottle of water.
She had done this before back in California and it was an easy enough task. She just needed to find one, which would give her enough blood samples that she could start looking at under the microscope. When she got back, she knew she would need some living samples, which she already had a plan to execute. Her own blood would suffice for the observations.
Thankfully one of the scavengers she had made nice with was able to come back with a few pens and a blank pad of paper for her that she could take notes with. With the sun having rising high enough, it was time for her to leave to find those samples. She saw Ellen, Damon and a new guy by the front gates of the complex so she hung back until they started away so she could slip out. She didn't tell Luca where she was going, as she assumed she would be back in a few hours and he was still under Randall's protective custody anyways. She skipped breakfast to get her supplies together and when it looked like the coast was cleared, she slipped out and headed down the lonely, wet road where snow was already starting to melt.
Sterling was a little concerned that he had gotten someone kicked out of here. He guess he would have to make it up to her in the situation that they were able to make back up.
"I'm going to have to personally thank him. I didn't know that he had done that for us."
Sterling went to the showers. He was going to really enjoy this. He was extremely excited about the fact that he would get to take a shower. He gave one look back at Liz and entered the shower area. Though he didn't realize it he had forgotten his clothes. They were still on the table.
He turned on the water and even though it was initially cold he let it wash over his hair and body. There was some bottles of shampoo and bars of soap. He even found a razor but his beard was far too far gone at this point to shave it with just a razor. He washed up and it felt amazing to be clean. He went to reach for his clothes and realized that they were still out there. Oh well he thought as he wrapped his towel around himself and walked out.
"Sorry Liz forgot my clothes out here."
He had lost one of his muscles while he had been bed locked but he was still pretty well built.
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Liz had left Dannie in the room but didn't think of taking Sterling the clothing that she brought in for him to change into. She took the old clothes while he was in the shower and took them to a waste basket where they would be burned along with other trash. They were useless now anyways considering the shirt that was torn away and the amount of blood that was soaked into the pants. Before she tossed everything though, she checked the pockets and managed to pull out his wallet. At first, she thought that would be bad to lose considering before all this happened everything you ever needed for your life was usually found in your wallet or purse. But now, how useful could that stuff be?
She left the pants behind as she went back into the room, flipping through the wallet. Yes, she was being far too nosy for her own good and she found a picture of a pretty woman with blonde hair like hers. She stared at it for a moment, not realizing he was coming out of the shower wrapped in only a towel. Dannie was also eyeing her as she spoke up.
"You may want to stay out of his stuff."
When she heard his voice, she dropped the wallet on the bed and yelped just a little as her face turned bright red from the sight of him in a towel and the fact she was going through his stuff. He gave her a sideways glance as he left to change and when he came back, she was still at least five different shades of red.
"It's not what you think. I...I just found your wallet. I swear I wasn't going to steal anything."
When he saw what was happening he almost dropped his towel. This woman was going through his things. Not that he had much to go through, the camp had already taken most of what he had but this was dumb founding. He wanted to scream and yell. He had just started to trust this woman, to put some stock in the fact that she was a good person. That maybe she would be able to help both of them make it.
"What the hell are you doing? I thought you were one of the good ones and I come out to find you snooping through my stuff?"
He was pissed and his fist clenched a couple of times at his side. Where the hell was the bitch that had shot him so he could just leave this useless camp already or were they going to hold them indefinitely in this cramped med tent. He walker over and bent down, retrieving his wallet he looked at the picture of his wife. He had another photo of her, well of the two of them together. It was in his squad car, well her squad car. These few momentos were the last things, besides memory, that he had of his wife.
"God I don't even know what to think now but I'm taking this and changing before I say or do something I regret. I hope your bosses enjoy hearing that I have a picture of my wife in there. It's all the Intel you'll ever get from me."
He turned around and grabbed his clothes before making his best imitation of storming off into the next room. His side was killing him now and if Liz hadn't been in the room he likely would have taken some of the ketamine that he had watched the doc store. He went back in and clutched hid side. Great, he thought, it's not just bad enough that I was stuck in a bed for the last 2 weeks but now he had people spying on him.
She followed him back to the room where the shower was to plea her case to him. It was truly innocent. Just a habit that she should probably break.
"I swear to you Sterling, I was just cleaning out your pockets before we burned the pants. I'm not trying to take anything away, it was just...habit."
She recalled many times when she would look through boyfriends wallets, not to snoop or find anything bad. Just to look at their pictures and get to know them a little better. They usually never minded because it was always in front of them. "I don't have any bosses here. Hell, they just learned that I'm a nurse when I donated blood to you."
She turned another shade of red as he dropped the towel to change and quickly turned her back to him as she went back to the entryway that separated the tents. She wasn't sure if she should leave or stay or what. She promised to keep an eye on Sterling and Dannie until someone could come back and give them their next fate. Even though the tent was guarded she had still made that promise to make sure they were going to remain in good health.
Sterling barely realized that she had come in other then the fact that she was talking to him. He was seeing red at this moment and her first pleas went into rely over his head. He just wanted to walk out the front gate at this point and let what would happen happen. That probably would end with him dead but what did it even matter at this point. If Dannie wasn't around he didn't know that he would have had the strength to fight through his injuries as they were.
Her comments about habit smelled to him as off. There was something wrong with the statement. Something she wasn't telling. There was truth to it but how much?
Her next words made more sense. He could vaguely remember Liz and the female doctors having words about the fact that she had not stepped forward before they had been brought here. He remembered the female doctor sounded angry, but what did that mean. He didn't know she was in the room with him or he wouldn't have dropped his towel to change. As soon as he had he went out. He was still angry but he felt better. He had processed a little, had time to think about what she had said.
"I want to believe you Liz. I really do. But after what happened... I don't know how to. That... habit... you pulled with my wallet. It is eerily similiar to things I would do in interrogation."
He thought back to those times. He was a skilled interrogator and negotiator and one of the most basic methods was to gain the person's trust, make them think you are on their side, and then you offer something that can give you an advantage. Offering someone a drink if you wanted their DNA for instance.
"You get the suspect off guard, make them think you are on their side, and then when their guard is down you give them something they want, like the clothes. Once that happens your trap is sprung and you have what you need. Like I said before, I know we both need you so I'm going to have to trust that you are for real. Please don't prove me wrong."
Liz turned back into the room as Sterling changed and this time it was Dannie's turn to go and shower. She knew they didn't have long to use the water that was provided and it was probably even shorter considering their status in the camp. She wasn't even sure if they were prisoners or what. It seemed silly to her to keep them as prisoners instead of trying to utilize them for something more productive. Of course, if she were in their shoes, she may think differently.
"Look, I don't know anything about gathering intel, investigations or anything like that. No one has asked me to gather info or spy on you. I'm just here to help and honestly, if they tell you both to leave today, I'll have to go with you. You'll need pain medications distributed to you and I'll have to change your dressings. God forbid if something were to happen and that wound were to re-open."
She shook her head as she moved supplies around a bit and straightened up for what seemed to be the hundredth time.
Ellen chuckled at Grant's remark about Harding. She was a hardass alright; she was glad her dad's medic had lightened up the medbay a bit; she liked his kind of humor. But considering Grant had been cooperative and friendly, and in Bear Lake good behavior was rewarded, just like bad behavior didn't go unpunished. But this guy had earned himself some grub.
"Sure did." Ellen said to Grant. "I'll have our 'cooking moms' whip up something for ya in the mess hall."
Just as she wanted to guide Grant to the mess hall, Hykeem showed up in some kind of ridiculous mask. He asked about Nate, but Ellen didn't want to explain the situation to Hykeem with Grant present. She figured Charlie could explain just as well.
"Go talk to Charlie Hykeem." Ellen said. "I'm in the middle of something. She'll explain."
Ellen then guided Grant to mess hall and gestured for him to take a plate and scoop up from the buffet counters.
"Grab a plate and help yourself." Ellen said. "We got these counters from a roadside buffet near Boulder. Camp's electrified so they work just fine."
As far as food preservation went, Bear Lake was well off. They got a couple of fridges and freezers working as well in the kitchen area, although cooking and preparing food still was done in an old fashioned way above a fire.
Ellen sat down on one of the scavenged lunch benches. She figured Grant could tell how he found them and how he got there as ate.
"So what's your story?" Ellen asked. "How did you get here? Did you per chance hear about this place somewhere?"