Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2017 15:01:01 GMT -5
How many times was this going to keep happening? How many times was life going to hand out a beat down. The sun burned down on them as they walked. No one said much of anything. What was there to say? Roy was with a small group of survivors. Ellias, Samantha, Damien and Anna. Anna had gone missing. They woke up to find her sleeping bag empty and a small trail of blood leading out of their makeshift camp in the woods. They tried to follow the trail but the blood stopped. It seemed to just end. Her trail had gone cold. There were no signs of a struggle. Hell, there weren't even footprints at that point. She seemed to have vanish without a trace. The only thing that was left behind was a pool of blood that had soaked into the dirt. The spot was wet when they had found it and there was specs of blood on a few of the surrounding trees.
Roy was no tracker. Hell, he wasn't even really that observant. It was Damien that had found the trail in the first place. They had no idea where to search for her, but they could hear the growls coming from somewhere. It wasn't safe to just wander the woods hoping to stumble upon a clue.
Ellias: What do we do now?
Roy: We get gone.
Damien: And Anna?
Roy: Fuck her. Probably dead. Let's head out.
Roy didn't wait for a reply he simple started making his way through the brush. The rest of the group simply stared at him. They knew Roy was a selfish asshole, but that was cold. Still, he had a point. Life was for the living. They had been searching for two days now. They were just going in circles. They kept finding their way back to the same spot. The blood that soaked the dirt had long since dried and there was no sign of any new evidence that Anna had been here. Roy wasn't as heartless as he appeared. He cared for the people in his group, which is why he wanted to keep the rest of them safe. Roy had to learn to care about people. It wasn't part of his default personality, so when he lost one.... He had to fight the urge to retreat; to shut people out and throw up walls.
Samantha: Real nice Ego. And what if it was you who went missing? Would you want us to say fuck him?
Roy: If it kept you alive....
Roy called back over his shoulder as he pushed past a long hanging branch. Roy wanted to get out of these fucking woods. The thought of staying here much longer was going to drive him crazy. He needed a god dam drink and these woods seemed haunted with the memory of yet another lost friend. Roy lead the walk out and didn't care if the rest of them followed. If they didn't he would surely fall into old habits. He would find a nice bottle to slowly sink into and fill his time with self loathing. That didn't happen however. Damien's shoulder slumped and he looked defeated, but he followed. Roy was an ass, but he was also smart. Damien knew that the chances of finding someone missing after 48 hours was severally limited. Ellias followed as well leaving Samantha there staring at her friends give up.
Samantha: The fuck guys? This is Anna!
Damien turned to face her with an apologetic look on is face.
Damien: What can we do? We have to get going.
After a moment Samantha admitted defeat. Mostly she didn't want to be left behind so she reluctantly followed Roy and the rest of the group. It wasn't long before they found themselves on a sun parched stretch of highway. Standing on I-264 Roy shielded his eyes against the sun. The wind blew his blonde hair around his bearded face as he checked both ways. One direction had a bunch of cars stalled out in a mechanical graveyard of sorts. The other way was wide open.
Roy: That way.
Roy said pointing at the cars. Maybe they could scavenge something from one of them. It was instinct at this point. Life was a rut. You wake up. Find food. Survive. Repeat. It was all it was, and it was just that simple. Roy hadn't found anything other than these people to really care about in the last four years. For the longest time he was on his own. He dreaded the thought of something happening to one of them and him having to be on his own again, but he knew that it was a very real possibility. Roy pulled out a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth. Lighting it up he began to walk towards the massive line of cars. Maybe Anna's found shelter in one of them. He thought, but he wasn't very optimistic about it.
Roy was no tracker. Hell, he wasn't even really that observant. It was Damien that had found the trail in the first place. They had no idea where to search for her, but they could hear the growls coming from somewhere. It wasn't safe to just wander the woods hoping to stumble upon a clue.
Ellias: What do we do now?
Roy: We get gone.
Damien: And Anna?
Roy: Fuck her. Probably dead. Let's head out.
Roy didn't wait for a reply he simple started making his way through the brush. The rest of the group simply stared at him. They knew Roy was a selfish asshole, but that was cold. Still, he had a point. Life was for the living. They had been searching for two days now. They were just going in circles. They kept finding their way back to the same spot. The blood that soaked the dirt had long since dried and there was no sign of any new evidence that Anna had been here. Roy wasn't as heartless as he appeared. He cared for the people in his group, which is why he wanted to keep the rest of them safe. Roy had to learn to care about people. It wasn't part of his default personality, so when he lost one.... He had to fight the urge to retreat; to shut people out and throw up walls.
Samantha: Real nice Ego. And what if it was you who went missing? Would you want us to say fuck him?
Roy: If it kept you alive....
Roy called back over his shoulder as he pushed past a long hanging branch. Roy wanted to get out of these fucking woods. The thought of staying here much longer was going to drive him crazy. He needed a god dam drink and these woods seemed haunted with the memory of yet another lost friend. Roy lead the walk out and didn't care if the rest of them followed. If they didn't he would surely fall into old habits. He would find a nice bottle to slowly sink into and fill his time with self loathing. That didn't happen however. Damien's shoulder slumped and he looked defeated, but he followed. Roy was an ass, but he was also smart. Damien knew that the chances of finding someone missing after 48 hours was severally limited. Ellias followed as well leaving Samantha there staring at her friends give up.
Samantha: The fuck guys? This is Anna!
Damien turned to face her with an apologetic look on is face.
Damien: What can we do? We have to get going.
After a moment Samantha admitted defeat. Mostly she didn't want to be left behind so she reluctantly followed Roy and the rest of the group. It wasn't long before they found themselves on a sun parched stretch of highway. Standing on I-264 Roy shielded his eyes against the sun. The wind blew his blonde hair around his bearded face as he checked both ways. One direction had a bunch of cars stalled out in a mechanical graveyard of sorts. The other way was wide open.
Roy: That way.
Roy said pointing at the cars. Maybe they could scavenge something from one of them. It was instinct at this point. Life was a rut. You wake up. Find food. Survive. Repeat. It was all it was, and it was just that simple. Roy hadn't found anything other than these people to really care about in the last four years. For the longest time he was on his own. He dreaded the thought of something happening to one of them and him having to be on his own again, but he knew that it was a very real possibility. Roy pulled out a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth. Lighting it up he began to walk towards the massive line of cars. Maybe Anna's found shelter in one of them. He thought, but he wasn't very optimistic about it.