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"You ever deal with meth heads down in the Roxbury, friend? I'm from the Town, it isn't too hard to deal with a bunch of rotters after you walk the beat around the Rox. Few tweakers here, few meth heads there. They're a lot tougher to take out than a zed. Believe me." Quietly, he gripped the shotgun tightly. They could have grenades, bombs, all it'd take is one real toss of one in there and they'd probably be finished. This wasn't ideal, this wasn't ideal at all. They had to get out of that shower. They couldn't risk this being a group of friendlies. He breathed in, closed his eyes, and breathed out.
Fuck it.
He was squeezing the trigger of that shotgun, sending a slug towards the glass and through it, hopefully right through the person's head. He felt the shotgun kick back against his shoulder, but he was already moving forward, sending another blast, and then another. Cocking, then firing. Twice, he aimed to fire through that door just in case the son of a bitch wasn't dead yet. No warning, nothing. He was advancing to the door and opening it, letting it hit the wall as he stepped back, shotgun still at his shoulder with one round in the chamber and another four left in the tube. He just hoped the son of a bitch was down and more weren't waiting behind him.
The talking continued between Mick and the man, Bernard was getting more and more cautious. Bernard still had the grip on his shotgun and began to quietly scan the room for any other way they could get in, Mick had his aim on the man that was talking. He noticed a small window not too far away, there was a chance they could get in there. Bernard's aim was concentrated on the window, his head turned back to Mick waiting for a plan or something. That was when Mick shot through the glass a couple of times, making loud noises, they had to get out of there fast, the biters wouldn't be too far away from them now.
Bernard turned around fully towards Mick and followed him to the door. The man was either dead or seriously injured by now, he had to be, right? Either way, the door was opened by Mick, Bernard stayed behind him and watched his back to assure there wasn't anyone else. Bernard looked at Michelle and waved for her to come to the door. He didn't really want to speak as it could away there was more than one of them, even if it didn't matter now.
The shots from the gun resounded in the small shower. It echoed off the walls and sounded deafening. Michelle had to resist the urge to cover her ears. She watched Mick go for the door and then Bernard waved her to follow.
She moved from the stall she had been hiding in and got behind him. Her eyes glanced around as she moved when they did. Michelle was silent, not making one sound. The man was dead, but wouldn't be coming back. Half his head was blown off. She grimaced as she stepped over the body. She reached out and gripped Bernard by the arm. She pointed to the windows in the hallway. She then drug him along to them and pointed out a large vehicle sitting next to Mick's car.. She hoped try understood there were more people here.
"..." He just gave a hard sigh and opened up the door wordlessly as he reached down to casually pick up the man's weapon. He was grippin' that M16A2 he pulled from the man and ejecting the magazine to check the rounds. It was mostly full, but still. He put the magazine back in and smacked the bottom to make it catch before grabbing the other two mags the man had and put them in the magazine carrier on his vest before stepping back, glancing over to Michelle, to Bernard, before letting a frown engulf his face, his lips. "We've got limited options here. We're gonna have fight our way out, then get the fuck out of dodge." Pause. Beat. "We still make it to my car, or their truck." Pooch gave a hard bark, a snarl as he looked to the opened door, which got Mick's attention. He just crouched down, leaning against the door frame.
"B, you think you could get you and Angel Eyes over there through that window if I bought you the time?" Quietly, and over his shoulder.. He gripped the pistol grip of that rifle tightly, holding the forestock of it, watching, waiting.
Bernard still had shotgun in hand, a fight wasn't a bad option right now. It could be the only thing that got them all out of there alive. Michelle quickly came over when he waved her over. Bernard stepped over the body of the man as Michelle did, he didn't react much to the disgusting sight of his half blown off head, but instead just ignored it. Michelle than grabbed Bernard and pulled him over to the windows in the hallway, pointing out vehicle next to Mick's. He understood what she meant, there was more of them, shit.
Mick then started to talk about fighting their way out. It was how it had to end, Bernard could see it from the start of this situation. He then suggested Bernard getting himself and Michelle through the window while Mick bought them time. He thought about it for a moment, but quickly gave a nod towards him. "Yeah... Yeah, I can do that".
Michelle stared out the window. She heard Mick's plan, and turned her head to stare at him. Her eyes going wide. She could see the large truck. She didn't see anyone in the courtyard. The dead were still occupied with the music from beyond the fort.
She glanced at Betnard. He was gonna go out the window with her and head for the car. They needed more supplies. What about food, water? She shook her head and pointed to her mouth. She looked at Mick and did the same thing. She looked down the long halland then pointed to the large double doors at the end. They needed to find the food and then get the hell outta here. She figured who ever was in that truck probably heard those gun shots. Maybe if they were lucky they would be outta the hall before they got here to check it out.
He nodded to her once she moved to get his attention, and she was right, she was very right. He just gave a hard sigh for a moment. He had time, but not much. Walkers were going to come towards those gunshots, so were people. This was a hot zone. Fuck it, he didn't have a lot of options, much less a myriad of 'good ones.' "You're right." Conceding that much to the mute blonde before shooting a look to Bernard, then to Michelle. "I don't have time to school either of you. If you see someone, they're not a friend. If you have to make the shot, then you fucking make it, and you don't hesitate. These aren't people, they're scumbags. You shoot, you move. Remember that. M.O.V.E. Motionless Operators Ventilate Easily." Breaking it down for both of them before just moving out of that door, and quick.
He just hoped they followed, that they listened to him. "B, you watch our backs, make sure no runs up on us. They do? You give'em a fuckin' reason not to.' Then? Then to the side, to Michelle. "Watch our sides, Angel Eyes. Perforate any mother-fucker you see, alive or dead." To the forward he went, keeping that M16A2 to his front, keeping it tucked into his shoulder. Fuck it. Pooch snarled, barking as he ran alongside them, trying to keep pace with them. Mick was just hoping that they didn't actually meet a real, live, fireteam out there. The last thing they needed to do was clash with well armed, well trained, professionals.
She was right. Of course she was right. Supplies were great but the wouldn't last two days without water. You died from dehydration in two days! She stared at him as he told her to basically shoot anything that moved. Michelle didn't like it. She moved between the two men as the head through those double doors.
Her body was wound tight and she was on high alert. Her eyes darted around this new hallway. She glanced back at B a few times. He seemed perfectly ok with Mick's orders. Michelle gripped her gun. She stared at Mick's back. It wasn't too long til they heard voices. Men and women. Not more than three distinct vocal patterns. Michelle reached froward and grabbed Mick's arm. It was coming from a doorway up ahead. She tugged on his shirt sleeve and pointed to herself. A grin crept over her face. Females, they would feel sorry for her, they always did. She wanted to try. Maybe she could avoid a bloodbath.
...He was fully ready to fire, to shoot, only to have Michelle tug on his arm, to cause him to look towards her as he watched her grin. He just looked ahead, and then back to her. "Angel Eyes, it's already too--" Pausing for a moment, he looked down to the gun in his hands, before looking to her and just.. Well, he grinned. He pulled some of those heavy duty zipties he'd snagged from earlier and quietly reached over, putting them in her back pocket without another word, leaning over to plant his lips on her temple, kissing her quietly before whispering into her ear. "You do what you meant to do. Distract them. I'll come from behind, catch them unaware. Get'em to put their hands up. Tween me and Bernard, they should surrender pretty easily. You zip tie them. No more blood, right?" Asking as he backed up, nodding to B, before stepping back himself, turning the corner, stepping into that office as he watched Bernard go across to the other one.. That way, just in case, they had a chance for cover in case it alll went wrong.
Of course, Michelle's plan, or at least what she suggested, it seemed sound. He knew she could do it, that she wouldn't disappoint in the slightest. Besides.. He was tired of fighting already, tired of having to kill people. He liked her route, her plan, her attempt. Maybe he was right, maybe she was an angel.
They trio quickly rushed to the doors. Bernard stayed at the back like Mick told him to, still that big ass shotgun in hand. If anyone snuck up, he'd have to end them which didn't sound too pleasing. Mick did tell him it was pretty much the only way for now. His shotgun aimed around the backs of the three, keeping an eye out. One of them popped up behind them, close enough for the shotgun to do some real damage. He would've hesitated a bit if it wasn't such a life or death situation, but he had to pull the trigger as soon as possible. So he did, the shell came out, spread out and shot the man in his upper body, peircing places like his head and neck. The blood splattered in front of the dead man, Bernard shook his head in disgust. "Fuckin' hell". He'd seen blood before, but seeing it come out of another human being just didn't feel right. He continued forward with the other two.
They'd all stopped, Michelle grabbed Mick's arm and tried explaining something. Bernard would have watched and atleast attempted to figure out what she meant, but he had some backs to watch. Mick spoke aloud to them, he said they'd try and avoid anymore blood. Bernard was relieved he wouldn't have to kill another human. They'd trap them between Bernard and Mick, while Michelle would draw them in and distract them. Bernard nodded to the two and moved to a position where he was hidden and could easily pop out and aim at the oncoming people.
The gun shot made Michelle jump. She was close to Mick. He had just pulled back from whispering in her ear. He and B both hid, leaving her alone in the hall way. She looked startled and afraid when the man and the two females came charging out of the room. She stared at them, and lowered the gun in her hand. She dropped it to the floor. She held up her hands. Her mind raced. Mick had kissed her and spoken to her. He knew she could hear and he really meant it, it wasn't mad. He still trusted her. Those big blue eyes of hers scanned the people. They had hand guns, and she held her hands up as the women spoke to her, "You fire that shot?" She nodded, and held up her hand to her throat. She made a noise, and then took out her little tablet and wrote on it. She held it to the woman closest to her.
They held guns on her. the male stared at her awful hard, "Look at her May, she's covered in blood." He kept his gun on her. Michelle blinked and looked at the women, "She's deaf, can't speak, she was scared, the man chased her." She held the note over to the other woman. "Damnit, Fred, she is scared to death, lok at her, she is shaking. I am suprised she lived this long." She lowered her gun and tucked it in a holster. She held her hand out to Michelle, "Come on , Honey, we can get you some food, Billy was a dumbass anyway." She glanced at the other woman, who was nodding. May was her name and she glared at Fred, "Lower than damn thing, she needs our help." She tucked away her gun and moved back to the room they came out of.
Michelle knew the guys were listening. It wouldn't be long. She moved to let the other woman lead her to follow May.
He wasn't overly worried about the shot. In the end, it could be explained, it could be figured out. He was to the side, quiet, holding the gun of his as he watched from the side. He just breathed in, waiting as he watched them go for it, fall for it. People were putting away guns, lowering their guards. Mick? He was stepping forward suddenly, gun held tight, into his shoulder as he grasped it. "..Don't be offended people, but due to the hospitality we've gotten from your homes, I'm going to have to ask that you all get on your knees, put your hands behind your backs, or I'm going to squeeze this trigger and get to shredding." Whistling, and hard, to get their attention. "Please, don't fucking test me today." Hopefully Bernard was coming in from position to back him. Three on three? That were bad enough odds, but three on three with them having the upper hand? One with a shotgun, the other with an automatic rifle?
Those odds were damn bad indeed, even if Bernard wasn't an expert, they didn't know that! Mick certainly wasn't going to let on. "We don't want your lives, we don't want all of your supplies. We'll take what we need, and just enough, then we'll scram. Your personal shit is your personal shit. We wouldn't have done this if we hadn't been forced into it by your friend, but it is what it is. Sorry." Grunting as he watched them, waiting, for anything, for the first sign of noncompliance.
When Mick stepped out, she froze. She stared at the two women and the man. HTey all stared at her, then the man with the gun, Mick. Fred dropped his gun and the two females stood very still. "We ain't got much worth taking." The one, May , spoke up for the others. "Look, you ain't gotta do this, we can all help each other." She glanced at Michelle, the Mick.
Michelle backed up a few steps. She glanced over her shoulder at Mick, and then stepped around to get behind the three. She pulled the ties from her pocket and got ready to tie them up. She reached up and grabbed May's arm, one at a time and pulled it behind her back. May looked shocked, 'Don't do this, don't tie us up, if you leave us tied up, we won't survive." She glanced around , and you could see the fear on her face.
Michelle glanced at Mick, and paused. She didn't want to leave them defenseless. She pushed May, and shoved her to the room Mick had been hiding in. She shoved her in and shut the door. There really wasn't a way to lock it. She wasn't sure what to do, but she knew she didn't wanna shoot these people. Enough of the living had died as it was.
Bernard and Mick both hid, now it was time for Michelle to do her thing. The group of people quickly became unguarded, they felt sorry for her. Huh, it seemed she was a natural, Michelle would most likely make it out of the situation with no harm, that was if Mick and B did their job correctly. As soon as he heard Mick come out of hiding and talk to them, Benard did as well. He aimed the shotgun right at them, they'd had to surrender in this situation. And so they did, all of them placed down their weapons, jeez, that saved them from having to spill even more blood. Bernard didn't think he'd be up for killing anymore humans.
Mick 'convinced' them to give supplies up as well. Bernard felt like a bandit right now, but they needed the supplies, it was really the only way of getting them. While Michelle starting to ziptie, one of the women tried telling her that they wouldn't survive being tied, and well, they had a point. Being tied would only leave them even vulnerable to biters, even if they didn't shoot them, the three would be the cause of their deaths. Michelle quickly shoved the woman into a room and shut the door. Well, it was one way of dealing with it. Bernard looked between Mick and Michelle, hoping some instructions would be said soon.
He didn't say a word at first, he just looked into the room, to them. "..For obvious reasons, keep quiet. If they can't hear you, they can't find you." Pooch gave a sharp bark, as if to emphasize what Mick said before the cop looked back to Bernard, then to Michelle. "..Don't you two look at me like that, I'm doing what's best for us in the end. I promised you two I'd keep you alive, and you're not dead yet so I'm making good on that." It was if he was justifying that more to himself, than to anyone else as he gripped that rifle and walked forward, bag still across his back as he moved.. But before he'd moved? He'd taken the dead man's keys.. At least, if nothing else? They had keys to this damn place.. The messhall wasn't far off, and they'd needed the food, so..
"You know, we could take their truck." Quietly, off to the side, to his two "friends." "The Charger doesn't have an abundance of gas, and the extra room." Hell, they'd already tied them up as it was. He was quiet then as he entered the cafeteria.. Noting the pallet of MRE's that the group had pulled from storage to keep there, lifting his brows quietly.. Now that, that was a lot of damn food.
Michelle followed her routine with the other two,placing each one in a separate room and shutting the door. She heard Mick and kinda felt sorry for him. He felt the burden of keeping B and her alive. She picked up her gun and put it back in the holster and then grabbed her pack. She followed behind him but still didn't say anything.
Michelle stared into the room he brought them too. Had these people gone and gotten all this stuff? Now she felt bad. May had said they could help each other. She glanced at Mick and then B. This was wrong, they shouldn't take all of this. She hoped those three would get out and be able to go on like they had been.
She waited and then moved forward and started putting stuff in her pack. He said they should take the big truck. They probably were gonna need something heavier if they were gonna leave the city. She reached her hand out and tugged at Mick's arm. She pulled out her little tablet and wrote," are we leaving the city" and held it for him to read.
Was it wrong? Possibly, probably, but there came a point where you did what you had to do. Truth is, it just didn't make sense to take the whole pallet. They couldn't carry it, not realistically, not with all those walkers out there. Then? Then he felt Michelle's hand on his arm, tugging on it to get his attention before writing down her question, but the look still on her face? He frowned for a moment and nodded his answer. Yes, they were leaving the city. "There's broken glass in that bathroom, they'll be able to cut their ties." Reassuring her, and Bernard. We'll take what food we'll need, leave the charger for them, take their truck." Honestly? He wanted to go back, to put a bullet in all three and take everything.
He knew it was wrong, but in all honesty? The world was wrong, everything was wrong, but he was going to do what he had to do to survive, to make sure that tiny, rag tag, group of his survived. "We're going to leave the city." Reaffirming that, just for her, for Bernard. "So, pack your bags full of food. I don't plan on stopping until we hit some place worth going. We'll get a map, make a plan, once we've found somewhere safe." His tone was direct, to the point.. But never the less, he was going about filling that bag of his to the brim with MREs the best he could, shoving them in there.
"First though, we're taking that truck and hitting up the armory, seeing what we can scrounge up."
He wanted to leave the city. That was okay with her. She followed his orders and began to pack her back full of those things. She saw a duffel off to a corner and grabbed it and shoved that full as well. . Michelle glanced at B. He seemed content to let Mick be the leader, so she figured she wouldn't question anything. He wanted to take their truck and go to the armory. The truck was alright since they would leave the car, but the armory part worried her. She was afraid they were wasting time, but she would follow anyway.
He wasn't worried in the end, it'd be what it was. The dog, Pooch, followed close at his heels as he walked, carrying that duffle bag of his, moving in step with Michelle and hopefully Bernard. "C'mon Angel Eyes, B. Daylight's burning, and we need to get at least some ammunition, something, before cutting the hell out of here." Spoken before he exited that cafeteria and..
"...Or we can say 'fuck it' and get the hell out of here." Quietly, he just made a sharp whistle, mostly for the dog, but partly for Michelle, for Bernard. Why'd he whistle to them? To draw their attention, and quickly! There was a horde on the move, a bigger one, and they were already approaching the fences, a fence that pretty clearly wasn't going to hold for long. Mick was just gesturing towards the big, ton and a half, truck.. Just gesturing towards it and making a jog towards it, hoping they'd keep up!
Michelle followed behind Mick. She was scared, and unsure of what she really should do. Stay with these two, stay here at the fort, or move on alone like she had been. She thought Mick had their best intentions in mind. He really seemed to be wanting to look out for them.
Her eyes scanned the area as she followed him, listening. His change of tune made her look further around. She saw why he had sped up. He was headed to the truck. Michelle went behind him. She looked over at B, eyes wide. There was no denying that she looked frightened by the large group of dead. She could move around and fool a spread out group, but a whole horde of them all together. That was a different story. She started to pull that gun, but felt her hand shake. She glanced at Mick then moved faster. She wanted in that truck.
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