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Michelle hated the smell, but she had gotten used to doing this. She followed along, and fought to not react to the gunshot. Damnit! What did he do that for?
She saw the horde coming at her, through the gate and let them bump and nudge against her, just flowing along like a wave through the crowd. She prayed this worked, like before and held up. She did not meet any faces of the dead as they passed, keeping her eyes averted down a bit.
She was feeling more and more space open up around her. She was closer now, to the gate and could make out Bernard. She eased through the gate, and her eyes glanced to Bernard. It was now or never. They wouldn't get a second chance at this. She hoped the majority of the dead had been in this courtyard thing, and would be gone. She figured they should start moving , clearing out the buildings and finding what supplies they needed.
Michelle picked her head up and looked around. The dead were through the gate. Come on, Mick! Come on! She thought to herself, get your ass in here! She stood near the double set of metal doors in the front of the building, waiting for them.
While waiting for Mick to arrive, Bernard noticed that Michelle wasn't right behind him. He looked around, through the crowd of biters, but he could see nothing. Probably why they covered themselves in guts, fucking great camouflage. Bernard went though the gate and slowed down while waiting for Michelle to catch up to him. "Shit, M, where are you?" he said extremely queitly to himself, worried slightly. But eventually he could see where she was and she caught up to him, going through the gates.
He moved alongside the woman. He gave her smile after arriving to him. "Nice, you made it through, good job". Bernard didn't really know what the plan from here on out was, so he just gave a confused face towards Michelle. "So we just wait for Mick now, right?".
Michelle watched Bernard and quickly glanced around. His lips were moving and she placed a hand on his chest. Her mouth had done this a thousand times to feel the vibration and know Michelle was talking, not just mouthing the words. She could hear him, but she did it anyway. Her hand left his chest and she looked around. The dead were pretty much focused on leaving adn following the loud noise, none close or watching them.
Her hand rose and smacked his arm, lightly. Finger went to her lips. Telling him to hush! She frowned and looked around. She picked up her hand and slowly , not a lot of movement, pointed to the door.
That car came in quick enough, but slowly, trying not to make a sound, trying not to make noise as the dead trudged up, only to get out, just long enough to close those gates back, and then back the car up and against them, just enough to keep them closed before he cut that car off and went back to the trunk, getting out his Remington 870 Pump Action shotgun, and his Alice bag, walkin' straight towards Michelle, and Bernard. The majority of the walkers were outside the gates, at least the ones they could see and at least for now, so it was his thought that so long as they were quiet? He didn't think it'd be an issue, still though.. There was a special kind of anger in those eyes as he strolled up to those two, very suddenly putting a hand to Bernard's chest to try and SHOVE him, one handed, into a nearby wall, back first. Just tried to, whether or not it happened was up to B.
"I told you, to use the fuckin' crowbar, B. The crowbar. Instead? Nah, you fire off that gun of yours like an idiot." His voice was low, but the tone gave off the impression that it was anything but passive, or calm. Mick.. Oh, how Mick was less than happy. "You can't use the gun worth a fuck, and it's only you and her. I couldn't have gotten to you two if you brought the entire horde down on your ass." ..Oh, he was mad.. but.. Well, he backed off, just a bit. "...Look man, you can't do that shit. Think with your head. Be smart. Bein' tough or bad ass, it doesn't get you anywhere but in a grave." He naturally assumed that the kid shot the lock to impress Michelle, tch. Poor Bernard!
As he tried to speak to Michelle, he didn't get a reply, although it probably wouldn't be a good idea to whip out her tablet and start writing stuff down at the moment. Instead, he received a light smack on the arm, Michelle's finger went across her lips, telling Bernard to be quiet. Maybe he deserved that, he would've apologised, but he would have made more noise so he just kept quiet.
Suddenly, Mick approached the two, now it was time to continue. But when he reached them, his arm shoved Bernard into a nearby wall. He heard the gunshot and starting to rant on about how he said use the crowbar. That's not how he remembered it, Bernard shoved Mick's arm away from him and shook his head. "Fuck you man, you said use the crowbar OR the gun, so I decided to get used to it" he said in a defensive tone. Bernard wasn't going back on what he thought... What he knew he was told. Mick did eventually back off, but Bernard moved a step away from him and continued to listen. "Listen, I'm not trying to be a 'badass', I'm just following the instructions YOU gave me. I'm just trying to survive, and believe me, being alone for months barely kept me alive" he took a deep breath then continued. "I'm just trying to get into a group, get supplies and live through this as long as I can".
"Yeah?" Asking suddenly as those words got thrown back to him. "Yeah, if you couldn't use the crow bar, then you shoulda used the gun." Came that growl that hitched onto his tone, his voice as he just.. He just shook damn head before he ran his fingers through his short cut hair, lookin' back to B, then to Michelle and shrugged as he looked to her, only to look to Bernard again. "Fine. Whatever. We'll bitch at eachother for when the time comes. We've got Zeds to kill and supplies to get. C'mon." Like a trooper, he was pointing at his pack. "If you've got a bag, dump your shit in the trunk, empty it. We want'em full." He made sure Michelle could see his lips before pullin' that Smith and Wesson Model 60 from his jacket pocket and turned it around, offering it to her grip first.
"I know, I know. Take it anyways." Trying to cut her off before she told what she told him earlier, if she did. "In case we get separated, and you need a way of letting me know where you are, or you get cornered by Walkers.. or, well, people." Silently, he gave Bernard a look, before holding up the Remington 870 he took from the trunk of his car, and held it out to him. "Trade you. This for the Crowbar." Way he figured it, he'd probably be taking point, made sense to use the crowbar, right?
Michelle, watched as Mick and Bernard argued. She frowned and shook her head. She stood and watched the door. Yeah guys, go ahead , make noise, announce us , she thought to herself.
When Mick caught her attention. She stared at the handgun, and immediately started to shake her head. His lips were moving and she stared at them, hearing him tell her to take it anyways. She reached out and gripped it. One brow rose, and she locked eyes on him, mouthing, (I can try, no promises I hit anything) His reasoning was sound, he wanted her to be able to alert him of danger to her. She was a bit shocked, she could care less about them, right? She told herself that, but she had taught them her trick, and was still standing here with them.
She moved up the steps, and pulled open the door. She sniffed the air. It was stale and stunk. No one had been in her for a long time. She didn't wait for them, she moved inside, and held the gun in one and her stick in the other. Michelle took her time, nice and slow. Easy , sure steps, as she went down the open entrance way. She passed dead bodies all over the floor, and picked her way around them, carefully. She saw several doors up ahead and what looked like a hallway leading off on both sides. She glanced back at the door, looking for them.
She hadn't dumped her pack, didn't need to. She had nothing, basically, and truly , she probably needed these supplies more than either of them.
The two when were still arguing about shooting the lock situation. Michelle didn't seem too impressed with what they were doing, but who could blame her. It would be easier to just continue on with things. Bernard still argued when Mick mentioned using the gun if the crowbar didn't work. "That's not how I heard it" he said with an increasingly calmer face. Everyone seemed to have calmed down now, Mick said they would bitch later, now they had work to do. Bernard gave nod and looked between the two.
Michelle had been given a gun by Mick, atleast they were all protected if things went to shit. Mick asked to make a swap with Bernard, a shotgun for his crowbar. Bernard was unsure if the trade would be worth it or not, but he'd probably get the crowbar back afterwards anyway. He nodded his head and held his crowbar out for Mick to take it. He took the shotgun from his hands and readied up.
Michelle had rushed ahead of the two, Bernard gave a little chuckle and looked at M. "Suppose we should catch up with her". He looked back to where Michelle had gone and followed behind, jogging there. He eventually reached the door she had opened and saw the hallway and doors ahead of them, also catching site of Michelle. He got over to her as soon as he could, he would follow their lead.
He had no intentions of trading the shotgun permanently for the damn crowbar, he just held the crowbar in his hand loosely, lightly tapping his own thigh as they walked, letting everything go. "You're right kid. I shoulda just told you to use the crowbar." Conceding that point. Bernard was young, Mick didn't even take that into consideration. He had to remember that, he was just young. He was walking through that base, catching up to Michelle along with Bernard as he looked around, frowning. "Alright. They're gonna keep the armory away from the barracks, and away from the chow hall, but lucky for us, the supply depot's up ahead. That'll be clothes, gear, maybe even some body armor." His voice was low, but he was closer to Michelle, letting her read his lips in the dark. He took his time, mouthing out the words. "B, there's a light on the end of that shotgun, attached to the pump action." Spoken as he reached out and flicked it on for the man, taking the time to point it out to him. "There's seven rounds in there, there's a round in the chamber. Safety's off. Fire, pull the pump back, push it forward, fire again. But... If you don't have to, don't." With a nod, trying to clarify that.
"Think it's better if we stick together. Hit up the supply depot first." With a tap of B's crowbar lightly to the door, having once against turned to Michelle. "Then we hit up the chowhall, eat, and then get whatever can. The armory'd be nice, but in all honesty? We've got guns, we've got ammo. Food, water, and other supplies should probably come first. We could do all three at once, but. Honestly, I think we'd be safer together? Questions? Comments? Objections?" Looking to Bernard after he finished, then looking back to Michelle.
Michelle felt them close in on her, and grinned as she glanced at them. Finally. She stared and squinted at Mick's face in the low light, to see his lips. She nodded, and then pointed to the doors, and pantomimed, how she thought they should search. One open the door and be step back for the two to take out whatever came out of the room. She raised a brow, as he spoke to Bernard. She could hear it all, but acted vague about it all.
She stopped at the first door to the right, passing over the hallway that crossed the main chamber of the room. She thought it would be smart to clear the place, nice and slow. She read the tag on the side of the door, and tapped it. It was an office. Probably not much in there. She tapped Mick and shook her head, figuring they should move to the next door and work there way back around , up the left side.
She agreed that staying together was smart. Three was better odds of survival. The gun felt heavy and foreign in her hand. and she shifted her wrist, rolling it around. She glanced at Bernard and the shot gun, and grinned. He ahd major fire power there, and she made a mental note to not get in his way, just in case. She didn't want to have a tragic accident.
Upon arrival at where Michelle was, Mick started talking to him about the gun. Fire, pull and push the pump, fire, seemed easy enough. He had seven rounds in it, showing how scarce ammo was right now. He nodded to Mick and continued to listen as he spoke. The place was big and probably had a ton of supplies, so it was best to pre-plan what they were gonna do. They were sticking together, good, it was the best way to get around here safely. Also, it wasn't as if they had to do it in a set amount of time. When he asked if they had any objections or questions, Bernard shook his head.
Michelle had stopped at a door on the right. Bernard was late to see this, but he eventually saw and walked over. An office? Probably not much in there, but Michelle knew it already. Probably some outdated snacks, but they could just hit up the chow hall for food. Anyways, now it was time get to the supplies depot and scavenge whatever looked useful.
Swell. Nothing was gonna be in that office, but you never know. He was walkin' quietly, the damn pry bar in his hands. He idly rapped the next door over B's crow bar. A faint moan was heard on the other side. It was loud, and it had a few others along with it, which had him sighing for a few momented. It was probably a damn hall way.. If nothing else, it had a pane of glass in the door, so they could see through it, but still. It looked like a hallway. "B, the light." Stepping back, but just a bit, just enough. If Bernard directed the shotgun towards the pane? Well, they'd see at least four or five zeds, probably closer to five, just ambling around the hall, trying to get towards them.
But most importantly? They'd see a door on the far end that read 'Supplies." Looks like they'd hit up the supply depot if nothing else which had him sighing a sigh of relief for the most part. Good. Fresh clothes. That meant somethin'.. Of course, that hinged on Bernard shining the light towards the pane. "..B, don't fire the gun. Just watch my back. Michelle, you stick by the door, make sure no one gets the drop on us from behind." Quietly, his voice barely a whisper, making sure Michelle saw his lips when he said that.
Michelle stared at the hall. The shadow forms. She glanced at Mick as he got her attention to speak to her. Her head shook and she gripped his arm. She also placed a hand on the gun Bernard had for him to lower the light some. It had stirred them up and they were coming towards it down the hall.
Michelle made sure they both were looking at her. She pointed to the door, pantimimed opening and closing, holding it up one finger at a time, then smashed her fist together. She wanted to take them out one by one, letting them come to them and clear the hall. The hall was a variable she didn't like. Too cramped, not alot of room for movement and they could get overwhelmed with out much issue.
She looked at both of them, raised brows, as if wanting to know what they thought? She reached out and held the door handle, motioned to herself. Then she pointed at those too. She was all about having things controlled. She tapped Mick's crow bar. She grinned at them. She liked her plan and less risk of one of the guys getting bit and alerting any more of the dead within to their presence.
Bernard heard the moans on the other side of the door. They would most likely have to clear it out if they wanted to make some progress. Mick had told B to shine his light through the glass pane on the door, it would light up the room slightly. They didn't want to wander on in there without knowing where the biters were, that would be suicide. B turned on the light and shined it through the pane, revealing a few biters, they would most likely notice the light and them group. Mick had made a plan, Mick and Bernard would go in and take care of them, Michlle would make sure the door was secure.
Bernard readied himself, but Michlle seemed to have a different plan to Mick. They go in and take them all one by one. Bernard looked between Mick and Michelle, finally setting on Michelle so she could read his lips. "Well, either plan would probably work" he said, sitting on the fence between the two plans. It didn't really matter what they did, it was all about getting the supplies.
He just.. Well, that had him tilt his head to the side. It was a good idea, hers was. Either would work, but it was a sound idea to take them one on at a time. "Okay, B." Over his shoulder to the younger man. "Be my back up. If they get by me, you brain'em. If more than one gets out? Back me up, but don't throw yourself forward unless you got to, Kid. Just make sure none sneak up on us. I'm countin' on you." Truth be told? He wanted Bernard out of the way. He could handle this mess just fine, but he didn't want the kid to know that. He felt safer with the back up, but he wanted the kid to feel important most of all. Now? Now he looked to Michelle.
"Sound idea, Angel-Eyes. Let's do this shit." Before lookin' back ahead, holding that crowbar with both hands, ready to swing it! "Open the door, Michelle."
Michelle stood and stared at him, that hopeful look i. Her eyes. When he spoke, it caught her off guard. Ofcourse she read his lips, but the words made her blush slighty. She quickly grabbed hold of the door handle and stood, bracing herself. She looked for his word and when they were ready she pulled the door, stepping back a bit, swinging it open for the first one. It was like letting a bull out of a shoot.
The first one had been the closest to the door in the hall. The door openin had been like a red flag. It moved faster , not ambling but with purpose. As it passed through the doorframe Michelle held her breath. She could hear the others coming now too. She gripped the handle. The dead focused on Mick, going right for him, while Michelle shitthe door and held it to, bracing as the others came up and tried to get through the door.
Bernard was ready for Michelle to open the door and for Mick to go in. He planned on staying just into the room where he could a shine a light for Mick and still be able to shoot if needed. She then opened the door and Bernard rushed in. He had the shotgun aimed in different directions, going from biter to biter. He kept his cool about things, he had to, he couldn't freak out now. He saw one closing in on Mick and Bernard aimed and prepared to shoot it. His aim steadied, but he stopped for a moment. One shot, and all the biters in the vicinity would be on high alert. He didn't have his crowbar with him so he had to think. The butt of the gun was used quite a bit for melee, atleast that's what he had seen others do. He quickly turned the gun around and wacked the biter in the head as hard as possible with the butt of the gun.
Bernard saw the beast go down on the floor, but he had to make sure it was dead. He lifted his foot up for a second and slammed it down into the biters head as hard as possible. His foot crushed its head and destroyed the brain, blood was already on him so he wasn't bothered by its brains splattering onto him. He then looked up with the shotgun light on Mick to make sure he was alright.
He couldn't help but muster a snarky little grin of his own upon seeing Michelle blush at her nickname. He was movin' back though, prepping as that door opened, but before he could strike? Bernard moved in with that damn shotgun and then curbstomped him. '..Huh." Spoken with a lift of his brows before he just grabbed hold of the zed and dragged it down the hall. It was wearing an Army Uniform, so naturally, he was pilfering whatever gearhe might have had. Luckily, it was a MP, or it used to be an MP. Mick was casually taking the man's Beretta M9 and holster, his duty belt and general, and lifting it up to just casually sling it over his shoulder, like a makeshift bandolier. It wasn't much, just a pistol, two spare mags, and a baton.
It was enough, though. He just gripped that prybar and looked to Michelle before shrugging. "Open her up." Before stepping forward, graspin' that damn prybar a little bit harder. He was more confident than before, now that he saw Bernard was more than ready to regulate. It put his nerves at ease, the damn kid could scrap.
"Get ready." Before nodding to Michelle, signalling to open it, looking back to the door.
One by one , Michelle repeated the process. Opening the door, letting one in, shutting off the test til Mick and Bernard were ready again. As the last one dropped, she opened the door again and stared at the long hallway. She gripped her stick and started heading down it. She scanned the door plates next to each , but just saw office after office, til she hit the door at the end. It was what they were after anyway. Supplies.
Michelle glanced back to make sure Mick and Bernard were coming as she tapped on the door. She listened , but showed no sign that she really was. She tapped again and looked at Mick, mouthing," anything?" Het hand reached for the door, to open it.
Blood covered and starting to get tired, he was following after Michelle, close on her heels and hopefully with Bernard close behind him, he was grippin' that crowbar tight, keeping it infront of him and at an angle, ready to swing it like a weapon at any given moment. He was right behind Michelle, watching as she tapped the door. No sounds resonated behind it that he could hear and so he shook his head to answer, but he lifted the bloodied crowbar up and rapped the edge against the door again to see if he could hear something, anything.
Nothing, no sounds, nothing came the supply storeroom.
He reached up with the pry bar and put the edge of it into the door, then he paused. "...It'd be my luck but.." He tried the door handle. Nothing, locked, both electronically and mechanically. He just shoved the crowbar into the jam, paused, breathed, and with a hard push, a shove with his shoulder, he was stumbling through that door, tripping over the body that was behind the door with a hard thud.
The next thing he knew? The walker that'd been lying down and crawling towards the door? Was crawling forward, latching onto his leg and gnashing its teeth as he started to kick the damn thing in the shoulder, in the head, trying to keep it off him! "Little bit of fuckin' help, here!"
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5