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Lulu had typically been a strong willed soul but in her separation from Johnny, she found her mind being devoured by the demons of her past. In the clutches of Mother, she was taken into 'Training. It was more along the lines of endless torment in which it drove her deeper into her insanity. Finally, when mother re appeared as this angel of safety from the constant pain she found herself a lot more willing to let Mother be her safe keeper. From then on she spent a lot more time in that old Library just getting her hair brushed and playing with Dolls.
Something in her mind had snapped and she was basically reverted to an innocent like state. Today she was out with Mother on a mission to bring back some naughty Children that had run away from her care. Lulu was following one step behind her in the street and helped stab walkers in the head as they moved. Eventually, they found a house and a canister of tear gas was thrown in. The entire flock of them pulled on a gas mask and headed indoors. Inside the was a body of a woman who Lulu recognized from the club.
The other children carried the body outside as told and one grabbed the canister of gas and tossed it out a window. Lulu wandered through the house and managed to move upstairs. The gas hadn't made it to the rooms above yet and she found herself going through random clothing items in the dresser. Not finding anything of interest she stepped into the closet and quickly found a really nice black dress with pink accents. Stepping in front of the full-length mirror that was hanging on the closet drawer she started to strip.
Slipping into the short dress she struggled to zip the back of it. Her eyes fell on Mother who was standing in the door way. "Could you help me zip?" She asked sweetly as her fingers rested on her shoulder. The tan skin of her back could be seen under the unzipped fabric. Her blue eyes fell on the reflection of the woman.
Megan was starting to feel the heat and she set the crowbar down before wiping her forehead. Walkers were dropping before her and she looked to see when the sounds of an engine filled her ears. It was getting closer and fast which caused her to tuck and roll across the ground. A car came barreling through the fence and rolled after it lost traction in the soft ground. "What in blue blazes?" She muttered as she spits the grass out of her lips. Wasnt even a few seconds later before another car came barreling through the sea of dead pouring into the prison grounds.
Finding her way to her feet she pulled the assault rifle from over her shoulder and raised it. Her finger curled around the trigger and it started laying into the walls of walkers stumbling around. What she didn't expect when she stopped firing was a voice that was all too familiar. The voice was angry and full of rage but it was one that she knew and her jaw kinda dropped. That's when a space cleared and she saw him standing there like the ghost of Christmas past. "Benny." She whispered to herself and her blue eyes grew wide.
At this point, he had obviously noticed her because he started to move in her direction. She was sure that she was dead and this was all just a dying dream. That cold vacant look was on his face and it made her freeze in her tracks. That was until he was tackled to the ground by some of the dead that he had ignored. Her heart sped up and she pulled a knife rushing over to him. she managed to stab one in the head before being grabbed by another walker that had shambled over. Stumbling back she fought to get free from its grasp.
Post by Dana Dillenger on Sept 13, 2017 11:49:21 GMT -5
"Alright." She said softly. Not much was said. Not much needed to be said. She was going to make sure they both made it back from this. Dana had lost to many people before. She didn't know Queenie's fighting ability but she was damn sure going to make sure she made it back. Dana made it her job to put Queenie's safety high on the to do list. Dana nodded and followed her outside. Slipping into the passenger's seat it wasn't long until they were at the prison gates. It was a fucking shit storm. Dana and Queenie almost instantly got separated.
Jay's car was the one that gave entry. The other fool's cars followed in quickly filling up the yard. The walkers started chasing Mother's children. There were about forty children standing in the yard waiting for mother's return at this point. "Be careful!" Dana said as she exited the car. Firstly Saw Queenie kill two of Guards in the towers. Dana smiled knowing that she wasn't going to have to babysit the girl. She could handle herself.
She looked over in time to see Benny walking calmly through a sea of the dead. She didn't really care for Benny much. She didn't hate the guy, but well for one when she first met him.... His group, Clayton's gang kidnapped Julie! Not to mention the fact that he kissed Queenie yesterday and Dana still wasn't sure what that meant. She felt a small twitch of jealous until her eye called Jay's car catching fire. She saw the person inside just sitting there. Dana ran over to the car and hopped up on the hood of it. She ran up the windshield and stood on the slightly crumpled roof.
Dana pulled out a pistol and shot some one. She wasn't even sure who it was. It was another one of those assholes in the prison uniforms who were attacking them. It was all just a flurry of chaos. Dana stomped on the roof of the car to wake up the person inside. "Now'd be a great time to move your ass if you're alive in there!" Dana called. She pointed the gun at a few of the dead and started taking head shots. A small crowd gathered on one side of the car leaving the other side a clear escape route. BLAM BLAM BLAM Dana shot three more walkers. She crouched down on the roof. "Hey TELL ME YOU'RE OK!" Dana yelled out over all of the blarring music and hungry growls.
Dana lifted the gun in time to see a walker about to grab Queenie from behind her. Dana shot the walker in the head and it fell dead behind her. She paused only a moment to smile at Queenie before she stood up fully on the roof trying to help the person inside the burning car. She shot a few more of the walkers trying to claw at the broken window all the while her eye kept moving to the flames licking at the crumpled hood.
Post by Julie Archer on Sept 13, 2017 12:04:28 GMT -5
As ridiculous as it was Julie was still wearing her short shorts. She didn't even think about them anymore. The fact was she was wearing short shorts and some dirty sneakers. Her hair flowed over the back of her fool's prospect jacket . She was wearing a light pink tank top and a determined bitch face. She didn't come off as immediately threatening though she did look like a girl trying way to hard to look tough. She was tough. She was holding an M4 in her hands. It was pointed down at the floorboards the whole ride over. Julie didn't say much of anything. She quietly looked out the window and thought about the last time they had a big battle like this. It was at Bell Isle and it was against waves of the dead. They were trying to hold a bridge during a violent thunderstorm. They were trying to keep the dead from crossing the bridge.
She couldn't remember all the details of that night, but people had died. It was only safe to assume they might loose a few here today. Julie's eyes shifted to the prison coming up ahead of them. The road got bumpier as they plowed through the dead to get inside. Blood and guts splattered off the windshield of Will's beloved truck. It wasn't long before they were both spilling out of the truck and ducking back behind it. William told her to stay close. Julie bit her lip. He was going to be pissed but she almost instantly didn't listen. She saw a door swing open and someone from outside run inside. Her eyes lit up with opportunity.
Julie was part of the reason the prison escape happened the last time. She knew she had to... Her attention turned as she watched Benny get taken down by three walkers. She watched someone stab one, Julie couldn't tell who from here; before that person was taken down as well. Julie didn't have a problem with aiming. She was a crack shot. Julie stood up and whipped around to square up. She brought the iron sight to her eye and flicked a switch that turned her rifle into single shot. She pull the trigger twice and basically snipped the dead off of Buster. The bodies fell limp on top of him covering his white shirt in a layer of gore. Julie snapped around to face the person who help him and she waited for the clean shot. When the walker was being pushed up, away from the bite it was fighting for Julie shot that one in the head too.
Julie turned William who was beside her. She was smiling. She was actually kind of exhilarated. She breathed shakily. Batting her pretty blue eyes at the man for a moment she kissed him and continued to smile at him. "Sorry sugar!" Julie said and took off running against his orders. She wasn't the type to be controlled with a stern word or a steady demand, but that's not why she took off. She took off because she knew how this crazy man worked. It wouldn't just be soldiers here. It was going to be prisoners too. Innocent people that didn't deserve to go down with the ship. Julie was going to find them and set them free.
Julie ran through the battlefield. Gunshots went off by her feet. Guards shooting at her and barely missing from the guard towers. The shooting stopped when at that point Queenie took them out with well placed shots. Julie used her rifle as a bludgeoning weapon as she bashed in the heads of anything that got to close. She raised the rifle, single shot and took out any dead that was in her way further up the path. Julie fought her way to the prison door and yanked it open. She ducked inside the darkness not listening to William's order to stay close.
Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Sept 13, 2017 12:20:51 GMT -5
Buster had been taken down to the ground. He pressed his hand up into the walker's throat to hold him back. His rage and anger only fueling his strength to hold them off. He'd be damned if he came all this way to kill a man only to be taken out by the dead at the god damn gate! That shit wasn't going down this way. Buster bared his teeth at the monsters, grunting in straining in his efforts to push them off. There was three of them. They were heavy. Buster's muscles were growing tired as the adrenaline burned through his strength quicker than he would have realized. Buster felt one of them yanked off and a few moments later the other too where shot. They fell limp against him and Buster fell back. His head fell in the grass and he took a few deep breaths.
Buster was covered in blood. It splattered his face, it soaked his white t-shirt. He just got into this battle and he already looked like a homicidal maniac. He was drenched in red as he shoved the gore covered corpses off to the side. Buster scrambled up when he remembered he found her. The craziness of the moment had passed and it hit his mind like a lightening rod that Megan was here! Buster scurried up quickly and looked around. He saw her lying on the ground under a walker. Fuck! Buster thought. In his panic he didn't realize that Julie had shot that one too. That Julie had saved her. Buster ran over and pulled the thing off of her. She too was covered in gore, though Buster' couldn't tell who's blood it was for a moment.
Buster stared at her until her eyes opened. He was still breathing heavy. His eyes checking for any bites and seeing none. His heart was kicking him in his ribcage. He doubled over and placed his hands on his knees. Thankfully by this point the walkers were dealing with many other things. They gave the young lovers a moment to reconnect. "You're alive..." Buster said almost in disbelief. She would no doubt have the same feelings as him being surprised to see his face ever again as well.
Buster grabbed her hand and hoisted her to her feet. He wasn't sure what happened next. They were going to fight their way in to find Johnny and Lulu. Buster didn't care about that shit. He only cared about getting Megan out of here safely. He was about to pull her along towards the front gate when a knife came slashing towards his face. Buster ducked backwards and fell on his ass as he tripped over a walker's corpse. "What the hell are you doing?!?" Buster demanded. He stared at Megan who didn't look like his sweet Megan. SHe looked like someone else entirely.
Delilah stepped closer. The creak of the floorboards cried under her weight as she approached. Delilah's expression was void of sorrow. A smile played at her lips as she stepped closer. This one was beautiful. This sweet glowing child who she was given. Delilah shuttered at the thought of what might have happened to her. If she was kept within the clutches of Omega. She didn't know why Omega gave her to her, but she was thankful. It was her chance to save Lulu from a life of pain.
Stepping up behind Lulu she grabbed the zipper. She placed a hand on her shoulder and leaned over her. Mother's body pressed lightly against Lulu's back. Her had glided smoothly upwards. The soft zipper sound filled the dusty room. "You look absolutely beautiful my dear." Mother said as her smile grew wider in the reflection. She was gorgeous, radiant even! Mother smiled proudly at her daughter who had assimilated to her will. She was one of her children now. Her beautiful daughter. Mother's hand swooped around her neck. Her arm rested on Lulu's collarbone. A hand resting quietly over her heart. Mother's eyes remained forward, staring at their reflection. Her lips danced in her ear. "I'm very proud of you...." She whispered.
Delilah admired her beauty in the cracked reflection. It would be easy to have her way with sweet Lulu. She was bursting with courage and fire. She had soft features, a sweet heart and a tragic past that made Mother want to protect her. Mother kept her arm around her body. It draped over Lulu's shoulder and across her breast. Mother swayed lightly as she kissed Lulu on the neck. Out of the corner of her eye Mother spotted an old record player. She couldn't resist the chance to dance with Lulu in that beautiful dress. Mother released her a moment and stepped over to the record player. She didn't care what vinyl was spinning she placed the needle and turned it on. She hoped against hope that it would play. It would. This was Debra's stash house. She had gotten the power running. She put an effort into making this place secret, but she still had working power. Mother closed her eyes as the song filled the room. It took her back.
Delilah turned and took Lulu's hand. "Dance with my child." Mother said softly. It was a moment of serenity. The weathered floorboards were dirty and grey. The walls were stained from rot and neglect. The spider webs had taken over the corns of the room. Debra had neglected to care much for this place. It wasn't a home for her, it was an escape. Now, it was Mother's chance to appreciate Lulu. She lightly spun Lulu like a salsa dancer. She twirled her elegantly and ignored the groaning creeks of the floor beneath them. It reminded her that sometimes what she did was worth it. Tiny moments like this made her noble work worth it. Mother felt whisked away to a time where death wasn't always on the menu. She felt like a young girl again as she glided gracefully to the steps of the dance. She brought herself closer to Lulu and wrapped a caring arm around her waste. Their hips touching as she stared into her eyes and swayed lightly.
"I'll never let anything happen to you..." She said softly as she twirled Lulu again. "All that pain you hold... Let it go... That's not your life anymore. You don't have to lie awake and thrash at night. The things that haunt your dreams can't get you. I won't let them." Delilah said taking Lulu's arm and raising it to allow herself to gently twirl once. "You are mine now Lulu. Nothing will ever hurt you as long as I am here to protect you." Mother said as she kissed her on the forehead. She pulled her closely into a hug and felt Lulu's chin on her shoulder.
Mother knew that she still had to find Dean and Analia. It wasn't a matter of revenge, it was a matter of their protection. She was going to keep them safe because she loved them. It mattered very little if they wanted her protection she was going to find them and bring them back. Even if it was just their heads she brought back Mother was going to keep them safe. Mother swayed lightly as she held Lulu. She felt the sting of tears rising in her eyes. The song had long ended and yet she still swayed in the room. Someone appeared in the doorway. It was one of mother's children Stanly. "The house is clear Mother."
Delilah didn't look very surprised. She sighed softly. "I feared as much." She said with an air of disappointment. Looking at Lulu she smiled again. "Seems your brother and sister are quite the trouble makers. We must find them, bring them home." She said and released Lulu. Delilah started to walk out of the room. She hadn't been to the clubhouse. She didn't know much of the fools. She knew that they were around somewhere. She had heard Omega speaking about them. The man seemed obsessed with them. She figured that might be a good place to look next. She turned to Lulu. "Do you know where this clubhouse is located child? We need to find them, before Omega does. I can keep them safe, but only if I find them first." It wasn't untrue. Omega finding them would be far worse, though Lulu didn't know that Omega wasn't even searching for them. They were out of earshot of the gunshots going off in the prison.
Dean wasn't a badass. Well, he was a survivor. He was adept at killing out of need rather than want. He was good at taking out the dead and did it efficiently and effectively. He preferred to keep his hands free of blood whenever he could. The children that scattered the prison yard wasn't his enemies, they were his obstacle. They were just brain washed monkeys all clawing at Mother's banana. The way that spilled out into his head made him smirk a bit. Dean had shred blood same as anyone else. It dripped down through the cracks in his mind and stained his conscience with guilt. It was unavoidable. If you want to stay alive inside this world anymore sometimes you have to do the ugly thing.
Dean usually bluffed his way out of danger. Usually with an empty gun and a handful of luck. His acting classes carried his weight more than his urge to kill to survive. Now he had to kill. Moving through the prison yard he kept his eye on Analia. He didn't want to loose sight of her in the chaos. She was the only thing he had and she was the very thing he clung too. Dean pulled out his pistol and tapped two walkers in the forehead who moved towards him. Behind him Dennis and Eddie were in a car tag teaming. They were roaring through the prison yard doing doughnuts and tossing Molotov cocktails out the window. Dean had to duck out of the way as flames covered the ground in front of him taking out some walkers he hadn't even noticed.
There was so much going on! Dean spotted Analia and grabbed Analia's hand and drug her along behind him.. "Come on! It's a warzone out here!" Dean urged. Dean watched as another Molotov cocktail hit the guard tower above him. Embers and bits of fire rained down. Dean knew how to get inside. He was going to take the fight inside. At least there they could have some semblance of what was happening. Though he hated those walls they were familiar. He had some sense of where he was going and he could find his way through the bloodshed. They had weapons now after all. They had the element of surprise. They had right on their side and that was enough for Dean.
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Post by Frank Andersen on Sept 14, 2017 3:31:07 GMT -5
Easton was a handsome man. He had one of those dimples that made you just wan to kiss it, and smokey blue-gray bedroom eyes. He'd taken a wrong turn somewhere and now worked for Omega. Frank had caught his eye once, from across the yard one day at lunch, and the two had managed to share a patrol once a week since then. It was often the only thing Frank had to look forward to lately, so when their shift came around again, Frank was determined to make the most of it. He would ask Easton to attend story time with him. Yes, they were a little old - Mother's stories typically drew only her youngest Children - but it was always a nice time, and Mother had a lovely voice, when it held out for her. He and Easton could share some Tang and crackers in the back and snuggle and turn in early to have the East Tower all to themselves...
... That was then, and now they were fighting for their lives.
Frank swung his paddleblade deftly, lopping off the head of one walker and taking off another one's arm in one graceful arc. "Who the FUCK is that?!" He shouted over his shoulder, pointing at the car spinning donuts a few yards away. They looked like a biker gang - that, or a bunch of hipsters playing at it - but Easton's answer was lost under the sound of an explosion overhead. Frank kicked a body away and grabbed one of his sisters by the back of the shirt, and kept the group moving toward the lower doors. They'd all been caught totally unaware by that first car - they'd been playing soccer for Christ's sake - and now they were being overrun.
Easton tried taking a few shots at the driver, but another Molotov cocktail blew a hole through a crowd of walkers - and onto the living. Frank's group was pelted with body parts, blood, dirt and debris, and they all used the opening to make a run for the doors. Easton and Frank made it there first, but Frank nearly dislocated his shoulder by yanking on what appeared to be a locked door. His eyes went wide as he cupped his hands around them to peer through the shatter-proof glass. " who locked this?!" he heard himself scream. Easton handed him something - his gun - and pulled out his ring of keys.
"Hold them off!" Easton shouted, fumbling to try the first of many keys.
Frank groaned and stepped back. "Yo have got to be fucking kidding me..." He quickly took stock of who was with them, and found four girls and three boys, and all but one were basically newborns. Kili had made it over, but no sign of Matt. Frank quickly herded the others to one side and shouted for them to grab anything they could use as a weapon. He handed Easton's gun to Kili and walked forward to face the approaching mob.
Kili shouted, her voice cracking and hoarse, "Look!" He followed to where she was pointing, and saw the actor - Dean? - and his friend, the girl they'd recently brought in. They were also trying to get back in. Frank waved them over, though they probably didn't see him before he had to bring up his weapon and split open another squishy head. He felt a bump and saw another walker taken down by one of his brothers, using a metal thermos to bash in the thing's brain. Kili took down a walker with one shot, then took aim at the girl who had driven through the fence and was still passed out in the car. There were a lot of bodies between them, but she opened fire regardless.
Frank, meanwhile, shoved two walkers back from onr of his sisters, and drove his paddle through the closest one's temple. "Any day now, East!!"
Post by Analia Bennet on Sept 15, 2017 13:14:31 GMT -5
Dean was right, everything had turned into a raging war zone. She’d been caught up in petty revenge and never once considered the risks of rampaging through a deadly onslaught right outside those ominous prison walls. She hated the prison more than she could possibly describe but to escape the deadly chaos and do more good than harm she’d follow Dean through those heavy doors any day. Analia pondered her options for a split second, she could stay outside and slam through walker brains all day or she could break the prison from the inside out. It wasn’t even an option to stay out there anymore.
She nodded her head briefly at Dean holding onto his hand like she’d lose him to the depths of the fight if she didn’t. Her hand shot up to shield herself from the embers that rained down from the guard tower above them. If anything she just wanted the fight to be over, them to win and every single ounce of suffering at the hands of these messed up maniacs to be a vague memory. Her feet raced to follow Dean into the prison, her stomach twisted into nauseating knots as they stepped inside and she had to remind herself she wasn’t trapped inside any more. She was a free woman with a burning desire for revenge.
She came to a full stop at an intercepting hallway to catch her breath before she turned to look at Dean. “If we can free the prisoners they can help us fight” she told him through rapid, superficial breaths until heavy footsteps drew her attention. A bulky figure slammed into her and a familiar, gruff face held his palm against her throat as he slowly cut her oxygen supply. She glared at his ugly face, he was the guard she knocked out to find Dean and he knew exactly who she was. Her palms fumbled to grab her weapons but the world slowly turned a shade darker as her mind delved into subconscious thoughts.
She’d never partaken in a war before. Analia was more than comfortable patching up a wounded soldier or even a dying innocent caught in the crossfire but before the apocalypse she was barely a soldier. The cruel reality of the world slowly carved away at her until she became a force to be reckoned with, she’d do a lot to fight the evils of the world around her knowing full well most villains weren’t mindless infected but rather psychotic human beings. Her vision slowly twisted back into focus as she scratched at the guard’s fingers with no avail, he was much stronger than she was so she slowly inched her fingers to a knife concealed in her waist band before slamming the glistening blade into his arm. The pressure around her throat vanished but she was too dazed to notice his advance, her knees bent against the cold floor as she coughed to fill her lungs again.
Despite all the noise happening outside it was Dean's gunshot that echoed loudly in the prison walls. The sound crunched and rang out almost like a slap in the face as Dean stood there. His face was shocked. The man who was attacking Analia fell down dead. There was a smoking hole at the end of Dean's barrel matched a smoking hole in the man's temple. Dean had killed before, only a few times. Dean could count the amount of human lives he had taken thus far on one single hand.
Dean stared at the man on the floor as the red leaked around the wound. Dean watched that slow crimson puddle grow larger and larger. He didn't even look at Analia he was so wrapped up in the slow pooling of his guilt on the floor. "We should go." He said without looking up from the dead man. Dean did not enjoy killing. It still tore him apart. Dean was a good man who had managed to keep his hands mostly clean. It even took him awhile to get comfortable with the idea of killing the dead, but he found that it was needed to live. He hadn't been forced to many times to kill another person.
Dean grabbed Analia by the hand and pulled her away. Their feet shuffled through the ill lit. Prison. The dirty walls and dingy light seemed hauntingly familiar. Dean's stomach twisted in knots. He felt suddenly like he had never left at all. He felt like he was still held in that woman's nasty clawed finger. Dean clutched his gun tightly. If he saw her in the prison, he would kill her. Dean would not feel bad about killing her. Dean would jump at the chance to rid the world of her. "We have to find.." Dean's sentence was cut off by more gunshots. "Get down!" Dean shoved Analia into an open cell. The door was wide open, but he shoved her inside for cover. Dean ducked behind a metal pole. There was another metal pole in front of her she could duck behind, in front of her cell.
She had fallen into a cell a few door's down from Roy's. The cell she fell into was empty, aside from the blood streaks on the floor. Paige had drug all the corpses out. Although, she left Roy's corpse right were it was for reasons only known to her. Dean pressed his back against the pole and winced as bullets ricocheted off the pole. They nearly missed him as he reached around the pole and fired a few blind shots. His eyes shot back to Analia. He hadn't intentionally pushed her that hard. He wasn't trying to push her into a cell, just out of the way. "We need to find the prisoners!" Dean called out over the gunfire. He reached an arm around and fired a few more bullets.
Dean was surprised when the gunfire stopped. "I got this boys." The sound of footsteps echoed lightly around the cells. The cells in this block were empty. This was where Paige kept her friends that she played with. This wasn't where Dean and Anaila and the children were kept. This wasn't where Omega's pawns were kept. Dean wasn't even sure if he could trust anyone he let out of the cells, but he felt like if they had gotten an escape then it was his duty as a good person to try and free others. There was a manic laughter in the silence. Dean peaked around the pole and a knife sliced his cheek. Dean a stumbled backwards in surprise as Paige barreled down on him with a knife. "Hey mister... You wanna play a game?" She said staring at him deranged. Dean was still on the floor staring horrified. He hadn't crossed paths with Paige before, he usually avoided Omega's people. He had no idea, what crazy he was in for.
Megan was on the ground with her arm against the throat of the Walker trying to rip at her face. A loud gunshot rang out and the thing fell lifeless on her and man was it a heavy beast. Her small frame was buried under it until it was finally pulled off of her. Her blue eyes looked up to see Benny there. A hand reached down before she could react otherwise and she pulled a knife from her side as she found her feet. All that time in the Cell alone had snapped something in her brain. All the torture she had faced was because of her caring for this man.
Omega was ruthless and he wanted the information to get Benny back. If she could just drive him away then he couldn't be captured. Quickly the knife slashed at him as a cold expression came upon her face. Megan's blue eyes stared at the Pale man on the ground before she turned and ran towards the prison. "Just get out of here." She yelled over her shoulder and disappeared through the gap between a bunch of walkers. Heading into the prison people were scurrying about and heading outside with weapons.
Megan had another task in mind and that was to free Benny's friends so the could get out of this horrible place. Then at least he would have his family back in not for her. Instead, she ran smack into The woman she knew as Julie and stared at her for a few brief seconds. Tossing her the keys she pointed to the hallway where they would find the cells. She didn't give any words to the woman and disappeared down a different hall towards the Armory.
She hoped that Benny didn't follow her because she was going to make sure this place burned even if she had to go down with it. The horrible things she had done to people and the pain she had caused in tormenting them. In her mind, she was no better than the evil man she had been working for. At least this way maybe she could get back into the good graces of her faith. Grabbing a crowbar she popped open a crate and looked down seeing dynamite.
J was out cold and the sounds of the battle that raged around her had fallen out of her knowledge. Instead, her eyes fluttered open and she found herself trapped in the burning car except there were no signs of life. The world had a grayish overtone and she kicked the door open she wiggle her way out. Her hand moved to her forehead that was currently throbbing to only drawback with blood. Looking around there was nothing around her but the banged-up car. In the distance, there was a bright light and she shielded her eyes just squinting a bit.
Some silhouettes appeared and eventually the light died down just to show her family. For the first time in ages, she recognized someone and there were tears welling up. "Mom...Dad?" Her body somewhat floated towards them and the light. Maybe her life in that miserable existence was over. All the death and pain that she had seen and experienced was done and she could finally be done with it all. Just as she reached the light suddenly she started floating back at a much quicker pace. "NOOOO!!" She screamed reaching out to the peace she was starting to feel.
When her eyes fluttered open she was on the ground outside of the car. Queenie was over her and apparently had done mouth to mouth and brought her back. Her vision was semi blurry and she felt so confused like a foggy haze was blocking out what she had just seen in her dying moments. All she felt was anger and she pushed the woman away roughly. "I could've been done! With fucking all of this! You should've just let me Die!" The words came loudly out of her mouth as she made it to her feet.
Pulling the knife from her side she headed towards the walkers that were being drawn to the scene. Angrily she slashed and stabbed taking them down one by one. Her expression was cold as she stood with a pile of corpses around her. Her face was splattered with congealed blood and there were guts on her. For a moment she was just staring off into space trying to make sense of why she was even here fighting. This was completely insane and so were these people that rushed off into war.
They were willing to risk dying just to save others of their little outlaw group. Why the hell was she trying to fight this battle? This wasn't her fight and what loyalty did she owe any of them. J was an outsider with no real connection to this group except Buster and the Doe eyed blonde.
And if you're still breathing
you're the lucky ones. cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Everyone had been gearing up for the fight except Missy. She had been the youngest person here and she was basically acting like a sheltered child. Seeing Joey die had haunted her dreams and it was all she could see when she closed her eyes. For the most part, she had been away from it all in the company of her lizards. Lulu was gone and the person she would normally talk to but now she just felt alone. Mickey eventually appeared and said he would return to talk to her. Then he was gone but she just kinda of vacantly stared out of the open door he left through.
She was just quiet for ages and then she heard the gunshots in the distance. It was faint but still, they echoed in the empty city streets. Rising from her seated position she grabbed a rifle and two of her pistols before heading out her door. Shutting in behind her she moved through the bar passed Emily and Xander. Neither of them had a chance to stop her before she was in her car and headed towards the battle scene. Moving on autopilot she just didn't feel right letting people she loved fight this battle alone.
Eventually, she found the battle scene and she quickly got out of her car. Moving towards the battlefield she raised the weapon and started firing at the Walkers and the enemies alike. Several fell and she made her advance as she tried to find Mickey. They could do this together and get their family back. She did finally find him but what she hadn't noticed was the guards in the south tower. A loud shot rang out and the bullet pierced her chest. Falling to her knees the blood-soaked her clothing and dribbled down her lip.
Mickey had seen the event and took out the same guard and she was in his arms staring at him. "I.. guess... we ....should've left..." The girl choked out looking up at him. "I..im sorry....l...love you." was the last words she stuttered out and the last breath left her lungs. Her life was over on the battlefield of the prison.
Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Sept 18, 2017 20:03:03 GMT -5
Buster paused a moment. He watched her as she took off giving him a look of I'm sorry and held back tears. He couldn't do anything but simply watch for a moment. His feet felt rooted to the ground. Every muscle in his body refused to act, like he couldn't even believe she was alive in the first place. Buster shook his head subtly and took off running after her. He didn't get but a few steps before someone dove into him. Buster was shoved back against the chain link fence. The man punched Buster in the face.
Buster dropped to one knee before he was violently ripped back up to his feet. "You little fuck!" The man screamed at Buster. Buster had trails of blood dripping out of his nostrils and staining his upper lip. His eyes shot back to the door closing behind Megan. They burned brighter, a determination filled him. The man was much bigger than Buster, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. The man pulled out a knife. Buster caught his arm as the pointy tipped blade came flying into his chest. Buster used all his strength to keep the knife from plunging into his heart. FUCK! Buster thought rabidly. His eyes splitting time bouncing between the door Megan escaped through and the knife slowly getting closer to his face.
Buster was baring his teeth. He grunted and growled with the effort of just keeping this man off him. The man was on top of him now putting all his weight into the knife. Buster couldn't will his way out of this. He couldn't just close his eyes and want it more than the other guy and come out of this okay. He felt the point of the blade pushing into his shoulder. Buster screamed in agony. His feet kicked out from underneath the guy, but it didn't really help. He was overpowered here. This guy was 2 tons of steroids use. Buster felt the knife cutting through his jacket. The point of the blade slicing through the aged leather and drawing blood under his shirt. Still, Buster struggled. The knife was plunging into his supple shoulder but the progress was slow. It was descending on him inch by inch, it was treacherous and agonizing.
Buster kept fighting until his eyes spotted a gun tucked into the guy's pants. He let go of the knife with one hand and reached for the gun. The knife sunk a little deeper but his fingers wrapped around the handle of the gun. Buster ripped it out and fired 4 times in the guys chest. The guy fell back into a pool of his own blood. Buster scrambled back against the fence out of breathe. The knife was still in his shoulder and he didn't care. He reached a shaking hand up along the chain link and curled his fingers into the metal. He used what fading strength he had to pull himself to his feet and slouch against the concrete wall by the door. Buster was more stumbling than walking. He couldn't move his arm much. It fucking screamed like searing molten lava pouring on an open wound.
Buster lifted his other arm lazily and without looking shot two walkers in the head that moved towards him. BLAM BLAM! Buster pulled open the door with his gun totting hand. The door fell closed behind him with a heavy thud. Buster's sweat dripped down his face and stung at his eyes. His face was paler, drained of all color. His dull eyes moved around the ill lit hallways. There were a few different paths he could have chose. Buster had a thin line of blood dripping off his cheek. A clean slice from where Megan herself had cut him when she attacked. He didn't care how many times she cut him, he was dragging her ass out of here. He could leave this building with several more knifes hanging out of his shoulder it wouldn't make a damn bit of difference.
Buster slumped up against the wall. He took a few sharp breathes and reached up and pulled the knife out of his shoulder with a harsh yank. He growled in pain and dropped the damn thing on the floor. It kissed the cold concrete with a clatter. Someone on a catwalk above him noticed him standing there. It was just as much chaos inside. People were scrambling to secure this or that, to assist in this or that. A few guards just so happened to come across Buster in the hall and they had the high ground. They didn't give a warning. Buster realized they were there when someone shot him in the arm. The same fucking arm that he was stabbed in son of a bitch! Buster dropped to the floor and scrambled behind some iron bars. It was good enough to block a few bullets.
Buster popped out his clip and checked it as bullets clanged off the metal bars behind him. He leaned on them trying to think. He only had one bullet left. He wasn't sure what he was going to do until he saw a fire extinguisher hanging on the wall in front of him. Buster had no problem with dying here today, but now that he knew Megan was alive his plans had changed. He was getting out of here. He was getting her out of here. Buster pulled the fire extinguisher down and chucked it into the hallway. Buster leaned over and shot the fire extinguisher as it slid down the hall. It exploded into a ball of towering white smoke. It was the cover he needed to vanish down another hallway. It just so happened to be the one Megan went down.
The gunshot echoed through the air and it was as if time stood still. Mickey almost seemed to stand In quicksand. He watched the expression change from shock, to horror to pain on Missy's face. What was she even doing here? Mickey turned his attention from what he was doing. It was long enough for the painful sting of teeth to sink into his forearm. A walker tore the flesh from his arm in a nasty ravenous chunk. Mickey screamed in anger and stabbed the creature in the head. He rushed over to Missy.
She was only a few feet away and now lying on the ground. He pulled his gun and shot at the guard in the tower. Heard a scream that he couldn't be sure, but was fairly certain was the tower guard's scream over the ensuing chaos. Mickey scooped Missy up into his arms. His face was a war of emotions, but mostly grief as he watched her lips part slowly. Her final message a twisting dagger in his heart. He hugged her close. Blood from his arm seeped out and rolled down the roundness of her cheek as she died in his arms. Mickey cried and didn't care anymore. He was bit and he was conetent to just sit here until he turned. Mickey didn't even have the heart to slide his blade through the her skull yet. She was so beautiful. He didn't want to ruin that. He didn't want to kill her brain because it would be admitting that he failed her.
Mickey reached a hand up and washed it over her cheek. All around him the dead were dropping like flies, there honestly wasn't a lot of dead left in the yard. The fools tore shit up and used the dead as distraction and when they got inside in a massive hive of the dead they put them down quickly and effectively. A lot had already moved inside. Carson pushed his way inside along with Buster and Dennis, Julie and Dean. Dana was outside checking on Jay along with Queenie. Eddie was on a one man homicidal mission he was already stormed halfway through the prison killing people with his bare hands.
Mickey sat there. The fight was over for him. Life was over for him. Even if he wasn't bit the fact that Missy died ended his life right in it's tracks. He couldn't go on without her. He didn't want to go on without her. "We should have left." He repeated sadly. He ran his bloody fingers through her hair and wiped the blood from her face with a dirty thumb.. "We should have left when we had the chance."
It's a revolution, I suppose We'll paint it red to fit right in, whoa,
I'm breaking in, shaping up, checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse, whoa"
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This was by far the biggest fight she had seen the Fools face. It was bad and she had a grave feeling that they were going to lose people in this. Truth was that they were outnumbered and even with the element of surprise it was still a longshot. Queenie was headed towards the Car that J had crashed to get them in and there was loud music and a crowd of walkers around it. She watched Dana who had made it on top of the flaming vehicle and was taking out walkers. Moving to the other side she moved to cut J loose of the seat belt.
Dragging the limp body out she put her ear to the woman's nose and mouth and didn't hear breathing. She quickly started CPR and after a few moments, she managed to get a response. Though she was shocked when she was roughly pushed away. Her eyes were wide as she sat on the ground and the woman shuffled away. The woman was angry and obviously, this was a suicide run for her. Queenie could understand the feeling and a frown tugged at her lips. It was like the floodgates of emotion had come back into her mind. Find her way back to her feet she wiped the tears that managed to fall from her eyes.
"We need to get inside and Find our people! Let's go!" Queenie spoke and darted towards the prison. Quickly she darted towards the prison and a wall of walkers closed behind her Leaving Dana on the outside. Find herself inside she was moving through the cell block where she ran into a couple of the men. They both had height and weight on her. What she hadn't noticed was the man coming behind her and the stock of the gun to her head. Her eyes closed and everything went black as the men drug her off.
A cold splash of water woke her and she struggled feeling her hands cuffed to a jail cell in one of the empty halls. The men were busy removing her clothing as she started to fight and kick at them. A fist knocked her into a daze and she stopped her struggle as they took turns committing horrible acts upon her. Seemed even the bloodshed and battle didn't change the evil in men's hearts. The men were done and they left her as a captive hanging there and crying.
Yeah, lonely nights I laid awake Pray to lord, my soul to take My heart's become too cold to break
Oh, it's just me, myself and I
Solo ride until I die
There wasn't time to have to babysit anyone in this matter. If you focus wasn't specifically on the task at hand then you may as well just shoot yourself at the gate. If it was Williams choice then he would've left the Prospect at home. What he wasn't sure was to the reason why he didn't want her here. The fact that she was just a prospect and not experienced in these issues or the fact that somewhere in his head he was starting to care about the woman. She was bold and she challenged him instead of just sitting there and submitting to be controlled.
His attention turned when the Blonde kissed him and then apologized and darted off. "Damn it, Woman!" He said rather annoyed as he darted off behind her. The woman was fast though and he found himself getting tackled by two of the goons Omega controlled. There was a struggle on the ground and through it, he heard a loud shot and saw his baby sister fall. His eyes grew wide and he pulled a knife slashing at the two and soon they were down for the count.
By the time he made it over Mickey was there holding her. There was an obvious pain in his eyes that now stared at the Bite on Mickey. "We need to remove your arm." He said looking down at the man who he could see the same emotions he was feeling. Mickey was the polar opposite of William and seemed to wear all the pain on his sleeve persay.
The time in the world had seemed to just stop at this point. Kneeling down he pulled a knife and leaned over his sister. Running his fingers over her eyes he closed them gently and kissed her forehead. Without any notice or warning, he stabbed the blade into her temple. William wasn't going to let her turn into one of those things. She deserved so much better than that.
Post by Hank Henson on Sept 18, 2017 21:33:51 GMT -5
Mouse was half way charging up the hill when found himself staring at the wreckage of Jay's car. Or at least a wrecked car that Jay was being pulled out of. He didn't know her that well. They weren't officially anything of note, but it made him pause. It made him pause in the same way as if he saw one of his brothers fall to the wayside. Mouse growled under his breath and made his way over. He pulled open the door of the car and held it open to block the bullets that were coming in from somewhere. Eddie's car was a piece of rusty looking shit but at least he had bullet proofed it. The door was banged up beyond believe and hanging from a twisted hinge.
Mouse made it over to Jay and asked her if she was ok. She obviously didn't hear him over the loudness of everything that was going on. That was fine. Mouse pointed a finger at Dana and told her to get inside and help everyone else. More of the fools moved inside and the prison yard became quieter. Mouse turned back to talk to Jay and noticed she had wandered off. She was in a daze. She absentmindedly slashed at a few walkers that stepped in her path, but for the most part she walked in an almost trance like state.
Mouse pulled the door back all the way. He was a pretty big guy and pretty strong. The wreck did most of the work though as he pulled the car door open farther than it should honestly open. He kicked his heavy boot at the twisted broken hinge and tugged on the door. It snapped off after a little wiggling. Mouse picked up the door using the inside door handle for a grip and he had a make shift bullet proof shield. "Hey would ya look at ...." Mouse turned around in time to see a walker about to grab Jay.
BLAM! The thing's head jerked to the side as he came off his feet. Mouse's bullet tore through the air and into it's skull. That was the last of them. All the walkers were dead in the prison yard. There were more coming. The gate was wide open and a few stragglers filed into the gate, but they were at the bottom of the hill. There were guards and mother's children that were surely going to turn soon, but for the moment they weren't a problem. Mouse stood there towering over Jay. He was holding the car door like a make shift shield. "You got a deathwish?"
Post by Julie Archer on Sept 18, 2017 21:46:04 GMT -5
Julie couldn't help but smile when she saw Megan. She was glad she survived. She knew she would. When she first met her Julie told her that she was tough. She might not have known it back then, but even then Julie could see it in her. Like she couldn't see her own strength in herself at one point. Julie remembered how that felt. She saw the girl covered in dirt and light cuts, She had a look of fire in her eyes. A look of raw determination that seemed wild and dangerous. That was just the kind of look she needed right now. Julie smiled and caught the keys.
Julie felt confident leaving Megan to do whatever it was she was doing. She looked stronger than before. She looked the part of a survivor, not just some scared girl that she had been in their very first meeting. Julie nodded to Megan and gave her a smile smirk as she ran down the hall. It wasn't the same place. She didn't know where the hell she was going, but she had an idea where they might be. Julie had been in the last prison. She had visited her brother Lane in prison enough times to know that most prisons were pretty much the same. She hurried down the hall her dirty sneakers making loud squeaks against the lessening gunfire.
It wasn't long before Julie came upon Analia and Dean. She almost smiled until she saw some crazed girl come out of the shadows wielding a knife. Julie lifted her rifle and fired a warning shot. The woman screamed and dashed away. The guards challenged her and Julie shot them down. She raised her rifle and aimed down the scope with a short burst she fired rounds into the first guard before quickly lining up the second target and firing rounds into the second guy. She didn't like killing, but the fact was she didn't think about it when it was them or her it was always going to be her.
Julie didn't bother to chase down Paige to take her down. She ran away and that's all that mattered. " You ok?" Julie asked Dean helping him up off the floor. She had caught glimps of Analia when she came up. She saw her off to the side. "We have to free the prisoners I have the keys... You guys....Wouldn't know where they're kept would you?" Julie asked hoping to speed up the process a little bit.
She was heroic and good intentioned sure, but she still didn't want to spend more time in this place than she had to. She didn't want to be trapped within these walls. Her nerves were electric live wire. She was fired up and anxious and at the same time she was wanting to puke. The butterflies in her stomach were practicing their barrel rolls. Julie just tried to look more badass than she felt on her shaky legs.
Mickey barely acknowledged William as he came up. William said that he had to cut his arm off. "You're not cutting shit off of me." Mickey replied coldly. He didn't want to be saved. He wanted to go out of this world and keep his promise to Missy. It wasn't how he planned, but they were going away together. Just like they had talked about. Only instead of running off to Georgia or Utah or some other random ass state they were going to the afterlife. It was about as Romeo and Juliet as you could get and that kind of sappy shit was always made fun of, but Mickey didn't care. He was hollow without her and he didn't want to live anymore. Not alone.
Mickey lowered his head. Tears rolled down his face, but he wasn't crying. Not audibly anyways. He quietly watched her eyelids twitch. He took deep gasping breathes wondering if he would actually get to see her open her eyes one last time. William came up beside him and closed her partly open eyes. He Slide a knife into her skull and Mickey lost it. He balled and he didn't care how much of a pussy he looked like. Mickey pulled her closer into his arms and rubbed his cheek against her cheek.
Mickey just sat there. The grass behind him was on fire. There were dead bodies all around him. Most of them were going to turn within the hour themselves and the prison yard would once again be filled with more walkers. Mickey just held her. "You should go." Mickey said quietly. He didn't take his eyes of Missy. Instead he brushed her hair from her eyes and smiled down on her. He was probably going to put a bullet in his head as soon as William left. He sat on his knees with her body in his lap and just held her. Mickey finally did look up at William. He wasn't crying anymore, he was smiling. "Go. Go find Uncle Johhny and Aunt Lulu."
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