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Michelle reacted quickly without thinking . She saw Mick fall and scramble over the dead body. She lifted her stick and rushed forward.
She lifted the stick with both hands and came down with it. The metal tip of the hiking stick came down through the head and hit the tiled floor, she rammed it down so hard. Wide eyed she looked at Mick and let go of the handle. She moved forward and reached out to him to help him up. She was making soft noises as he face stared at his. Hands gripped his arm. She was making sure he was alright. She glanced around the room, looking for anymore.
After taking care of most of the biters, the three continued to move in the room. Michelle took the lead with Mick behind her, and furthest one behind was Bernard, watching their backs. Anyone could get in and sneak attack them from behind at any moment, and with the two focusing on find the door, Bernard knew he had to be the one that prevented that from happening. His grip on the shotgun tightened as he slowly examined the area, the flashlight on so he could see anything suspicious.
They eventually reached the door and Bernard waited for it to be opened. Moments had passed and nothing happened, giving off the idea that it was locked. Bernard turned around to see the other two, his suspicions were correct. Not long after, a biter began to try and chew on Mick's leg, he had the shotgun that he could hit it with. But it wasn't needed as Michelle quickly took care of the biter. Michelle made sure that he was okay while Bernard quickly looked around the room for anything else, as did Michelle.
He was ready to draw his pistol just to end the Zed right then and there, but Michelle had beat him to it, and did it beautifully, even though he'd seen Bernard move in on the situation himself. Mick was reachin' out, takin' Michelle's offered hand to pull himself up with, grinning as the mute girl fussed over him wordlessly, noiselessly except for the barely audible sounds coming from her. he just reached up, and took her face in both of his hands for a moment, even though she still had Walker goo on her. He kissed her forehead, letting it linger before he moved back. "Fuckin' wicked awesome, Angel Eyes." Spoken softly, letting her read his lips before he let her go.
He was turning then, crouching only long enough to grip his pry bar before lifting it up and walking forward into the place, careful of where he stepped. "Alright, look for clothes, body armor. Things like that. Then we'll hit up the armory." To them both, but his face was turned towards Michelle, just so she could read his lips before he walked deeper.. The place had supplies to be sure, clothing and gloves and carrier vests along with body armor. Boots too.
It had more than just that, though. Night Vision Goggles, binoculars, the whole shebang. It was damn near like christmas in a lot of ways. Mick just.. He had the damn dopiest grin on his face. "Mother Mary full'a'grace.."
Michelle's eyes scanned over him, making sure he wasn't bitten. When his hands gripped her cheeks, she froze. Her eyes went wide. He had startled her with his actions. She felt his lips touch her forehead and then read his lips. She was stunned. What was that for? She just killed a dead, nothing special. She would have done it for Bernard too.
Her eyes watched him,as he moved and spoke about the supplies. The last part was , was that a prayer? She wrinkled her forehead and shook her head. She had not had a lot of Human contact in the last year and his kiss had fuddled her nerves. Maybe this was a bad idea! She moved off, away from them a bit. She needed to think.
What was she doing? She had to keep her guard up! She snatched some pants and a few shirts from a shelf. Why did he do that? It was on her head, but still? And that name? Angel eyes? What was that about? She saw him and moved over to him,tapping him to get his attention. She pointed at her eyes, then shrugged. She wanted to know why he called her that. She signed her name again, Michelle, and then lifted his palm and traced the letters into it.
He half turned when she came up to him, when she moved to get his attention, he was grabbing a flak vest off of the shelf when she did it. He watched her, the way she pointed to her eyes, and then spelled out her name on his palm. Of course, it took him a minute to figure it all out. He wasn't the quickest on the draw, but he got it well enough. "...Because youse got the eyes of an angel, Dear." Spoken with a raise of both his brows as if the question caught him off guard, when he got what she was asking him. "Name fits, most folks don't like using their name so.." He tilted his head to the side and lifted those broad shoulders of his before dropping them back.
"If you don't like it, I'll stick to Michelle." Flatly, he just adjusted her hair, pushing it from her face and letting his fingertips rest near her jaw for a moment before just dropping that hand from her face and letting it stay near his hip, letting out the faintest of damn chuckles. "I always did have a thing for blondes, I guess."
Michelle stared at him, the feel of his fingertip on her jaw. She bit her bottom lip. Her brow creased. She read his lips, but heard his words as well, that soft chuckle. Her eyes went wide for a moment, without realizing. He had a thing for blondes, what did that mean? She lifted her hand, and finger tips touched his chin, making him look at her. She smiled at him, and then signed <angel eyes> and nodded. She signed his name <mick> and pointed at him.
She looked at the shelve and rolled her eyes, then her hand flew. She was apologizing for taking time with something like this. Michelle grabbed the vest and handed it to him, holding it against his chest. She swallowed and stared at him. Her lips creased in a smile, and then she let go, as she lifted his hand to hold the vest for her against him. Fingers lingered over his hand for a moment, then she walked away. As she did, she turned back and glanced at him over her shoulder for a moment. She picked up her pack and then moved to a different aisle . She shoved some socks, and t shirts in her bag. they would be a bit bog, but hell, they were clean. She was still not sure what had happened, exactly? He had let his finger linger, and he gave her a nickname. He had a thing for blondes. His voice and those words kept rolling over and over in her head. Why was this effecting her so much? Hell, she knew she needed to get it together!
Mick couldn't help but smirk when she tossed that vest to him, or rather shoved it at him, causing him to give a hard grunt, not an unfriendly grunt per se, but just a grunt in general. He took it though, he took it with a grin as he watched her sign the names. He didn't understand it word for word, but he got the gist of it, he understood enough that she was signing out their names, or at least he figured that she was. He took that vest, and then he slid his own coat off before going about fitting it on him. He knew how kevlar worked, even if he was never in the military. He made sure it was snug, that the straps were all on right, that the plate inserts were good. If nothing else, he had more protection on that he did before.
Next? Came the rig, he slid on that load bearing rig over his vest before grabbing up another flak, mostly for Michelle. Since her and Bernard had smeared that crap all over them, he didn't think she'd want to change just yet, not that he'd blame the girl.. Though, he did pick up that Beretta and duty belt he got earlier, having stuffed his bag with hear, including new boots, he went around to her aisle.. He crouched down next to her and held out that duty belt to her. "Beretta M9. The magazine has fifteen rounds in it. There's a loaded mag inside, and two spares. That's forty five rounds before you're dry, and that's a lot more than the snubnose I gave you." Grinning before he tapped the side of the belt. "That's a collapsible baton. Flick of your wrist and boom, it's ready to beat someone upside their head." Then? Then he pointed to the taser. "X-26 Air taser. Bzzt! Trigger pull and down they go, Champ." He held the belt out to her, waiting for her to take it.
It was his own way of making sure she knew that he was looking out for her.
Michelle heard him, but reacted startled as he crouched next to her. She took her hand and shook her finger at him. She furrowed her brow as he showed her the weapons belt. She shook her head, and held that hand up. She didn't want the gun. She did raise a brow at the baton. She slipped her hand over the handle and pulled it out. She grinned , sorta goofily, and then flicked her wrist, and it snapped open. She made a soft pleasing tone, and smiled at him, nodding her approval of this weapon. She licked her lips, and stared at him. He was awfully close. She fumbled a second, and tried to straighten up, her head almost hitting the shelf. She drew back from him a little bit, and backed into the shelf behind her. Damnit, get it together. She reached out and snatched a few sports bras from the shelf she had been looking at and regular old generic women's briefs. She didn't even look at the size, just shoved them in her pack and her cheeks were scarlet. She gave him a look, and rolled her eyes, then slipped the baton through the loop on her pack.
Michelle looked at him for a moment, then pointed to some towels, and shrugged. She wanted to know where the other supplies were at. Stuff like soap, and things. She glanced around and saw Bernard was a little bit away filling his pack. She pantamimed washing, and gave big eyes to Mick, she wanted to clean herself up.
He blinked almost owlishly, watching how she backed up from him like that. Jesus, she was skittish, wasn't she? The smallest of grins pulled across his lips as he watched her, especially when she flicked her baton out just like he showed her to do. She didn't want the gun belt, he got it, but he just shook his head. "Look. I know you don't want it, but take it. To put *my* mind at ease, alright?" Asking with lifted brows as he shook the duty belt towards her. "It's more for me, than you." He doubted she'd go for it, but he could hope at least. If she took it, that meant their little trio would be better armed, more capable than before. Though, when she pantomimed showering, he just nodded his head in response. IF she took the belt? He'd grin his thanks. If she didn't? He'd just pass it off to Bernard.
"Alright. Showers. Hopefully the back up generator's still capable." With a hard sigh as he glanced to the door. They had clothes, armor, gear. That was worth something. The batteries alone, the Night vision goggles, the binoculars. He could do things with that. He was heading towards the door then, motioning for them to follow as he gripped a flashlight in one hand, the crow bar in the other, taking point as he walked out of that door. They cleared the hall of roamers, that was all good and fine, but there were still a ton on base, and he was sure that their distraction would only draw more outside.
Hopefully, they could find a damn humvee, preferably with a fifty up top, and tear their way out of there.
Michelle stared at him, and saw how he grinned at her. He was grinning. He found her reactions to him amusing, what the hell? She saw him holding the belt out.
Michelle gazed at him, and sighed. Her hand reached out and took it. She held it up and tried to figure out how to strap the damn thing around her waist. She got it on, but she couldn't fasten the belt, it was too large for her waist. She had pulled it to the last hole and it would still slip off her hips. She stood staring at him, one brow raised. She shook her head, and then signed <thank you> to him and ended up rigging it to stay closed around her waist, til she could punch a few more holes into it. She followed behind him, and shifted her pack on her back. This was the heaviest it had been in a long time. She saw Bernard and grinned at him, she pointed to his pack, and raised a brow. She was asking if he had gotten filled up as well?
She saw Mick open the door and imediately became serious. She gripped her stick , andeased out, on alert now, as she followed Mick through the hall.
THe was glad she took the damn belt, even if it didn't quite fit her right. Hey, if nothing else, it put his mind at ease.
Still though, he promised them the possibility of a shower. Maybe, if they were lucky, they'd find that the water worked even if nothing else did.
The three of them were enough, he believed, to hold the line, to keep eachother safe. Three worked, and even though they were strangers? He'd go on too damn long without contact to care about the details. He kept that light shining as he walked up first, with Bernard and Michelle in tow, hopefully. He didn't mind playing pointman, it's why he had the crowbar after all. He took a turn out of the hall and down the side, heading towards the barracks, if the map was to be believed. It was the MP Barracks, so they had that much going for them if nothing else.
He saw the map that'd take them to the showers and gave a thumbs up behind him to signal that they were good. Of course, that's when he heard it.
The moans. There were a lot of them, from outside, but still. He paused for a moment, tilting his head to the side. Gods, how many of them were out there, being called by their diversion? He rolled his jaw, popping it and just moved forward. They were occupied for now, that's all that mattered. Pooch gave a sharp bark, his growl alerting Mick to what the cop had already heard and Mick just shook his head. "Down Boy." Quietly, shutting the dog up before resuming the walk to the showers. Well, they'd have to find a different way out of here, that much was clear.
The three had entered the room and where ready to get anything they could. Bernard was the last one to enter and as he entered, Mick told them to get clothes and armour. Well, he definitely needed fresh clothes since he had covered himself in damn biter guts. Bernard walked around the room, he picked up a couple of t-shirts, trousers, socks and a hat or two. He pretty much had what he needed for now. Bernard had noticed a certain increase in conversation between Michelle and Mick, he had kissed her, nicknamed her, he could see what was happening.
After getting all of the clothes he needed, Michelle gave a grin towards him to which he gave one back. She pointed towards his pack, asking if he had filled it. "Yeah, I've pretty much got what I need" he said, looking at Michelle, making sure she could read his lips. Everyone was done, Mick had promised Bernard and Michelle a shower to wash off all of the guts.
He followed the two into the hallway that would eventually lead to the showers. Mick was leading at the front while, yet again, Bernard was at the back watching for anything that might sneak up on them. The groans and growls from the outsides didn't help him calm down much either, he was on high alert.
He paused, and then he peeked around the corner of the showers. Good deal, it was empty. He walked into the open bathroom. There were dividers, but for the most part? The shower was open. He walked along the tiled floor, careful not to slip, not to fall, before turning the knob on one of the dividers and stepped aside. It took a minute, a few minutes, but eventually water started to come out of the head. Hot water to boot. The reservoir, at least, worked. The back up generators still gave power to the cisterns, at the least. The Cop just took a step back and nodded to the other two. "Well, fuckin' Eureka, right?" Grinning sheepishly, he pulled off his coat and moved to hang it up. Pooch? Pooch just moved to drink the damn water off the bathroom floor.
Mick wasn't exactly modest. He was hanging his gunbelt up off the divider, keeping it close as he put his bag up on a dry spot. To hell with it. He was stripping down right then and there and in front of them. Why bother? This was the damn apocalypse. He was just grabbing up a bar of that nearby ivory soap and moved to stand up under that steaming, hot, water.. To take the first damn shower he'd had in ages.
Michelle could hear the noise from outside. It concerned her , but for now she acted as though she never heard a sound. Following along in between the two males, her steps were quiet.
When Mick led the into the shower, she glanced around and Bernard would see her stiffen. She shook her head, over and over. She stood and turned her back, facing the door. She was not going to get naked around these two. She shifted her pack up better on her shoulders. This didn't set right with her. The water came on too easy. It didn't make sense. This place had been empty, dead walking. Wouldn't the power have to be on for the water to run? That would mean a generator of some kind, but that would run out of had at some point. Her mind was racing! Standing there she reached out to the light switch, and flicked it up. Beams of light glistened above their heads. She quickly flicked it off and started waving her hands! This was wrong! All wrong! Someone was here, keeping the generator running! She moved over to Mick, hands flying. She pointed at the lights and the water and was trying to explain what she had figured out. She didn't pay attention to his nakedness. She was too intent on what she was trying to tell him.
That was when she heard it. A metal tapping sound. It was coming towards them down the hall. Michelle stopped and looked to the doorway. She moved away from Mick and went and locked the shower room door. Fuck! Shit! She pulled the baton, and stood near the door. A loud engine sounded out side. A rumbling truck engine. Someone was home! Fuck! What the hell had she gotten herself into?
Bernard entered the shower room along with Mick and Michelle. He expected that same shower smell you get when you go swimming or something, guess that all changed to rotten guts and blood. Mick turned on his shower and quickly got undressed and ready to go. Well, if he was gonna do it, there was no stopping Bernard. But before he could do anything, Michelle stiffened for some reason. Something was clearly wrong with her, she started to flip shit. "Woah, woah, Michelle? What the fuck's wrong?" he said in an attempt to calm her down. She flicked on the lights, started waving her arms around, Bernard looked Mick with a face full of confusion.
Bernard moved over to the shower, while also keeping an eye on Michelle. He turned it on and waited for the water to pour out of the head. He was going to wait until Michelle calmed down until he got his shower.
God, that hot water. It was amazing. It was like a ... Wait. Why was the water hot? He expected it to be there, but to be hot? He blinked, looking over towards Michelle who seemed to be freaking out. Then the lights. He paused, and his brows furrowed as he looked towards Michelle who was pointing out the same problems he noticed.. But then.. Then he looked over at her when she started in on locking the door, right after the noises started happening. Well, hey, he got the dirt off of him for the most part, right? Wait. What the fuck? Did she lock the doors because she heard the noise? Could she hear, or had she been faking it? He blinked owlishly but he let it go. If she could hear him? Fine, whatever. He understood why she might fake a disability. Regardless, he was stopping his shower, pushing away from it as he walked over to those clothes he'd gotten. Calm, collected He pulled on those wool socks and those boxer briefs, letting the clean clothing push over his frame.
Pants, shirt. He pulled them on with a strange sense of calm to him. Walkers, humans, he was tired, he was washed off. While he might not have been squeaky clean, he'd been rinsed off and that meant a lot. Maybe they were soldiers? Authority figures? Out and out raiders? Didn't matter to him. He was slipping that body armor up and over his body before reaching out for his gun belt, moving to cinch it around his waist. "I don't know if you can hear me, Angel Eyes, and I don't care that you lied, if you did. ..Just get the gun I gave you." Pause. Beat. He glanced to Bernard. "B, put your goddamn pet iguana away unless you plan on beating them to death with that fuckin' thing. Jesus, what the fuck did you feed it? Miracle gro? Jesus, Brother.. Just, get dressed, get the shotgun." He was looking around, pulling out that Sigarms GSR at his hip and moving back. The dividers wouldn't be much cover, but they'd do. That meant something. He motioned for Michelle to move back, and if Bernard had listened? He pointed towards near one of the corners before he moved to take a closer point. Why'd he do it like that?
Simple. He fully planned on making this shower into a fucking kill box if whoever was walking in tried them.
Michelle stood staring at the door. Mick was at least paying attention and seemed to understand what she was trying to tell him. She was getting the impression Bernard thought she was daft as well as deaf.
She placed a hand tothe door and stood waiting. That's was when Mick spoke to her. If she had truly been dead, she wouldn't have heard him. He called her 'angel eyes' again. Slowly Michelle turned around and faced him. He said he didn't care if she could hear. She glanced at Bernard. She figured they both were really pissed off, but they had bigger fish to deal with right now.
The belt he gave her was still settled on her hips, she had no intentions of showering with these twoen. Hell, she barely knew them. So she had never taken anything off. She was still covered an smeared with dead blood and guts.
The scrapin notice stopped right outside the door. Michelle had moved back and started to do as Mick had instructed and get into a stall. A voice came from the other side of the door," hello? Know someone is here, " a chuckle. It was a mans voice. Michelle stiffened. That left no doubt she could hear. She glanced at Mick and Bernard. "Come out, come out wherever you are" came from the door. She had only heard one voice. Maybe they would get lucky.
Well. That was interesting, wasn't it? He just waited, calmly, and steadily, raising a hand to the other two for them to be quiet. "Look, Friend. I didn't know anyone else was here. I just came to the place looking for supplies." Yeah, him, singular. That voice, it didn't sound friendly even though it came with a chuckle. Mick wasn't going to just telll the prick everything. It was best to just let him think there was one of them, for now. "I was low on ammo, supplies, food. I used to do security around here for a private outfit. Unarmed stuff, I thought if I could distract them, I could run in!" Why not tell them he was a cop? Simple, he downplayed his own training, to make it seem like he was just your avwerage security guard, like he wasn't much of anything, at least not to the man.
"If you let me, I'll leave everything I took. It's just me and my dog." Would he? Maybe. It was better than a gun fight, but he doubted the man would let him do anything, especially not when he probably had the advantage. He grasped his shotgun quietly, keeping it at his shoulder for the moment, finger still outside the trigger guard as he waited on anything, still behind the divider in case the asshole tried to shoot through the door at him.
Well Michelle can't have been acting like that for no reason. Maybe she was seeing things, maybe she was paranoid. Who could blame her? An entire fort with hot water and clearly working electricity seems a bit strange. Bernard then realised that might have been why she was freaking out, there could be something out there ready to ambush them. Bernard went to go and get his shotgun like Mick told him to. He picked it up, made sure it was loaded and scanned the area for anything unusual.
A voice could be heard, shit, it was close. Michelle's suspicions were correct, they'd been caught. Mick quickly raised a hand to assure the two were quiet. Bernard stayed quiet and watched the conversation unfold. Mick tried to explain to the man that he was alone with his dog and just looking for supplies, Bernard hoped that it might work, a gunfight wasn't exactly on everyone's schedule at the moment.
Michelle stayed quiet, not making a sound. She had the gun in her hands. She listened to the voice and it made a shiver run through her. She didn't like this, at all. She eased to the edge of the stall she had gone to, like Mick had instructed. Her eyes glanced to Bermard and then she watched Mick. She could hear him talking. Instantly she realized he was trying to throw off the man, make him think it was just him. She looked around the bathroom . That door was the only way out. She listened for a reply, and then saw a shadow fall over the frosted glass of the door. The small frosted window was now holding a dark outline. She didn't think the frame looked too big. Her eyes darted to Mick as the voice spoke," just you, one man took out all of the guard dogs on that hallway." The voice was amused," nice work for a security guard, now you wouldn't be lying to me, would you?" A chuckle came from behind the door," group just got back, how about we wait til they get inside and then we can all have a nice chat."
Michelle felt her eyes drift to Mick. She felt her hand tremble holding the gun. She fought to control her nerves. She was scared! Hell yea, who wouldn't be. They were sitting ducks in here with no escape.
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