Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Aug 24, 2017 18:17:29 GMT -5
Buster wasn't expecting Queenie to insist on staying. He smiled at her and handed her a line of intestines. They were sopping wet with crimson bile and smelled like the inside of a dog's asshole. Buster chuckled lightly at the sight of Madam Queenie holding bloody guts. He just couldn't help it. He fucking missed the Fools. His smile faded as he looked around her and saw Dana jogging over. Who the fuck was this? Buster had seen her around the club but he didn't know what her name was. He never cared enough to ask.
In the days before the outbreak Buster was used to club groupies hanging around. It was a strange thing to get used to again. The constant revolving door of club associates coming in and out. They weren't moving through a revolving door anymore for the same reasons. Now the only way they left is because something killed them and they went out, but never came back. Buster wondered why so many were up for a suicide Mission. "What's your name kid?" Buster asked ignoring her lame ass joke. "Dana...You? Captain Ahab?" Buster smirked. "Real cute."
He peered around the corner of the alley down the street to the prison. It was still light outside, best to do this shit at night and when it stopped raining. The scent of the walkers was already washing off him. "Hang on to those guts Queenie they smell like shit but it should make yous blend in." He could see the light fading a little. Another hour or so he could maybe sneak up to the gates under the cover of darkness. It was dangerous it was reckless. It was going to get all three of them killed. Buster knew they had to be out on the street. He wasn't willing to risk missing his window of opportunity because he had to run down a flight of stairs, or because he got cornered in a building. He was fine waiting in the street if they had decent cover and could come up with a plan.
He wasn't thinking about plans and shit. He was mostly acting on impulse and what felt right in the moment. He was a livewire of nerves and emotions riding a mountainous high of adrenaline. He had others to worry about now. It wasn't just him he was risking other people. Buster was a bastard, but he wasn't as selfish as to get club members killed to serve his own goals. Slicking his hair back with his hand he spoke. "Ok so we need to get up to the gate, we can blend in with the heard. Right now I just need intel. If we can't find a way in safely we'll regroup. I'm really just going on a wing and a pray so don't look to me for answers I ain't got shit." Buster said bluntly. "We wait til it gets dark. "
Buster was unaware that just a block away was Preacher Emily and Dennis. Dennis was just finding out that he wasn't alone neither. There was a whole lot of moving pieces all falling together at once and one tiny mistake could fuck the whole plan up. Buster smirked at Dana and Queenie. He let her little admission slide for the moment. She had a thing for me too? He thought looking at her again. Well can't say I'm surprised. Thought the cocky bastard as he peered out around the corner again.