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Part of him thought about firing off his gun, but honestly? He didn't wanna kill a man. He didn't want that on his head. He just released that slow, easy, sigh as he felt the woman's fingers go through his hair, stroking at his scalp only to feel her finger roll down his jaw. His eyes were still very much on Trey, his fingertip still on the trigger. "You're a smart guy, Friend. A very smart guy." Quietly, as if he was almost a different person. He'd had to kill a few people already, defending the shop when it first started. He didn't want to kill anyone now, and while Trey's story sounded good? He wasn't sure if he believed it. He was a bit jumpy, call it his anxiety.. He turned his head to the side, his voice a whisper as he spoke into Angel's ear. "I don't trust him yet." He wanted to, he wanted to trust the guy, but part of him didn't." He was backing up, moving to open up his door as he lowered the gun just a bit, only holding it with one hand, his finger against the trigger guard rather than on the trigger.
"Let's go then. We got a Zeke to make introductions to." Spoken as he slipped out of the car and closed the door. Oh, he kept the gun at his side, switching the revolver to his left hand as he reached down, lifting a foot up as he pulled that long-bladed bowie knife from its sheath, gripping it near the hilt. "..No offense, Friend. I'd prefer if you went in front of me." His tone calm, and polite, pushing a smile up to his lips. "If you don't object, of course."
Angel sat and watched the change in Elvis. He was cold and serious. He could and would kill if necessary.
She also saw Home boy back pedal and bit back a laugh. She rolled up the window and opened the door stepping out into the rain. Her eyes roamed over the dark meat before her." You earn it, I can share." She grinned at him and pointed to the gift shop. She glanced at Elvis. All business, he was going to be hard to handle she could see. She shut the door and walked toward the shop. " alright boys, let's not keep me standing here getting wet." She smirked and leaned her ass on the hood of the car, crossing her legs at the ankle. " andele" she stared st the both. She was getting soaked.
"You enay me to lead dawg? Alright I can roll with it," Trey said smiling. He raised his gun. "What we doing? Poppig then sons a bitches from here? Or we gonna pull the door open and let them fly."
He looked at the girl leaning on the car, "why the fuck your bring up Adele? You think her lame crying ass is in there," he laughed as the rain hit him. He felt his clothes clinging to his body and soakin through.
"you know what, just fuck it," Trey said stepping forward. He pulled the gift store doors open, letting the Loosers spill out. Trey pulled the trigger and stoppe one. He quickly jogged back to the other. "Spray and pray my gangstas. Spray and pray."
"...It means hurry up, she didn't say Adele!" Spoken as he ... Yeah. And now this guy was just capping zombies? Shooting? Elvis furrowing his brow. He had no intention of wasting bullets. He would if he had to, but if he didn't have to? He moved to the side of one coming at him, slamming the tip of his bowie knife into an eye socket and twisting, shaking down as he let the thing's weight just drag off of it. "Quit damn shooting!" Yelling over the man's gunfire. There weren't many Zeds in there, just a few, maybe three? With him stabbing one, and Trey taking out the other? Elvis just sighed and gestured to the last one with his knife. "C'mon man, why're you popping off rounds and wasting them?" Sighing, he moved up, but careful not to lose sight of Trey.
He didn't trust him, not yet.
He didn't taunt the Zed, he didn't yell, he just sent a boot to the side of the thing's knee to make it topple over before he crouched down, slamming the knife into its forehead!
Angel watched the boys play. Too much testosterone flying around for her, at the moment. She slid off the car hood and moved back to the driver's door. She reached in, and grabbed her police baton and bag from the back seat.
She pulled her keys from the ignition and turned off the lights. She shut the door, and moved past the boys, 'If you are all through playing, "who's dick is bigger", I would like to dry off, and chill." She shook her head, spraying a little bit of water at them with her soaked hair.
Truly she wanted to get into some dry ass clothes, eat and rest. She needed time to analyze these to. She had the Apache, who seemed like a good bet, strong and definitely had his shit together, and then the Home boy. Who, at the moment, seemed more concerned with his rep, than getting the job done. She could always ditch. She had done it before, but this Fort intrigued her a bit, and she had been alone for six months. It might be worth a try to stick it out for a bit.
Angel glanced at Elvis, 'If you grab your gear, lock the doors." She smiled at him, stepped over the corpse and headed inside.
"Well all know who's true at that," Trey laughed, "reason you don't go back." He laughed an lowered his gun, "if I don't use this what else I do I use? I ain't getting close to the Loosers. Damb things fight dirty."
He smiled and moved inside the doors. He knocked something off the shelves, sending it to the floor. Smiling he kicked the broken bits and kept going.
"Before this shit I wouldn't even be caught dead in Utah, let alone a piss ass store like this. Like look at this, magnets and crap. Who buys this. Homies living in the streets and botched by coffee cups with their names on it. I don't see one Tanisha or one Shaniqua. Bunch mother ducker suburbanites tats what this is. Bunch tourist crap," he said pushing down another object. "Why the hell yall at this Fort anyway? Didn't made to keep you fuckers out. Hella ironic. How much you wanna bet we find a fat fucker looser. All walking corpse with Hawian shirt and fannypack. Fat fucker probably turned first thing."
He looked at the other, "yall find anything usefull in this crap?"
...The look of disdain on his face for Trey was there, but he just sort of shook it off, leaving the place, but just temporarily, long enough to go to Angel's car to get his things, lock up the car, and then come back. He took up residency behind the counter, placing his rifle there, as well as his bag before he moved over to the display cases. They had drinks. The coke, the gatorade, he expected was probably expired, but the water? It was still good, he'd bet. "This place was probably one of the Mormon forts. Meant to keep certain people out. Injun raids." Bitterly, but with a shrug of his shoulders. "It's an interesting thought."
Off handedly, he casually walked towards the "Indian Blankets" they had for sale. He touched one. Soft, fleece, it wasn't Indian in design but it had the generic patterns. There were a few, so he just grabbed two and went over to the spot behind the counter and folded one out, before dropping one to use it like a pillow, at the top of the other blanket.
"Don't take this the wrong way." As he looked over to Trey lazily, those eyes of his locking on him. "But I'm tired, I'm hungry. You just capped off with with your gun.. So if there's a walker, a roamer around? They'll be coming here eventually, if the storm doesn't stop them. I'd rather rest, and be done with it, maybe get into the fort before they get here." He was casual, tugging off his jacket and dropping it to the side before he just peeled his t-shirt off soon after. The man had muscle, but not too much of it. Lean, but still corded in just the right ways. He was tired, and he'd been days in those clothes. He was happy to get them off, even if just...stripped down to his bare necessities.
Yeah, he got fully naked, right then and there. In front of both of them, before reaching into his pack, getting on his wool socks, and his underwear, slippin' on those mostly clean pants he had in his bag, before doing the same with his shirt.. He clipped his holster to his waist, pullin' the Glock G42 from his jacket pocket and just settin' it down on the blanket next to him, closing his eyes to rest them.
"....We could do worse than a fort for the apocalypse. All we need are people. Angel can work on cars, I can work on guns. We haven't killed eachother so far. We're doing alright."
Angel sat her bag on the counter. She started walking around through the small shop. She didn't say anything for a long time. She was listening to the two males. Elvis said he was hungry and she picked up a , more than likely stale , bag of chips and tossed them at him. She was staring at a rack of shirts, souvenir type logos and things on them. One had the word savages emblazoned across the chest. She held it up and the yanked her wet shirt off over her head. She turned to face the boys as she slipped it on. She took her clothes off for a living, a little skin didn't bother her.
As she turned she heard Elvis and saw him. She grinned," speaking of savages." She laughed and crossed over to another tack and grabbed a pair of shorts. She pulled off wet jeans and slipped those on as well. She was gonna sleep dry tonight, if nothing else. She saw some of those packs of peanuts you get for a dollar and tossed one to Trey," these should be good," she gathered the test and placed it on the counter.
Angel unzipped her bag and then glanced at the door," we should block that off." She pulled out a ziploc baggie and a small pipe, a baggie of pills , and a water bottle. She glanced at Trey," you wanted some, right? Found this shit in LA , place was full of shit, no one else gonna use it, figured it would help medicate me , since I am stuck in this scfy horror freak show."
"I’m not too shy to show I love you, I got no regrets."
Brit sang along to the loud music that poured from her custom stereo system that she had certain Ipod plugged into. The road slipped by her bright pink Escalade. She was happy. She had gotten out of her last camp completely before things started to fall apart. She had seen it coming. They had taken in a stranger that was no good. She had told Tony but he hadn't listened. She had even witheld sex to try and get him to see things her way but he had decided, like a stupid man and she had seen it start to crumble. She got out of there before things could get that bad.
"I love you much to, much to hide you, this love ain’t finished yet. This love ain’t finished yet…"
She would have to find someone soon. She was well stocked and prepared but she needed to have the safety that other people provided. Oh my god, I hope he is cute. Like god could you totally send me a hunk, she thought to herself. She saw cars around some old fort or something and she started pulling towards it. Cars normally meant people, or we'll cars that looked like that did. She smiled happily to herself. Even if the people were dead she could still take the stuff out of their cars.
"So baby whenever you’re ready…"
She pulled up to the cars, her music still blaring. She honked her horn 5 times and then got out and looked around. If there were people they would come to the noise. Of course so would the dead. She needed to be careful. She grabbed her Revolver just in case.
"Hey is anyone in there? I don't want to piss anyone off, ya know. But... like I need what is in them, like if no one is alive. If your alive, then like OMG I'm so sorry. I just like need stuff."
Trey saw them both strip and just laughed, "yo dawg I don't think she meant and actual dick comparing contest. She winning anyway homie." Trey didn't have a change of clothes. But he did remove his soaking vest and hoodie. His shirt was wet underneath and he pulled that off too.
He heard yelling outside and went to look at the window. "Yo there some white bitch in a Barbie car. She's loaded and yelling. She looks like a drowned rat. Like a poodle out in the rain. She listens to crappy music too. Some pop shit. If my shot didnt alert the loosers this bitch sure as hell did."
He stepped towards the door, "hey mother fucker spears drop the fucking gun," he yelled.
"Unf~."[/b] That was the sound that came from him when he saw Angelita topless, a faint grin pushin' across his lips, especially when she tossed him the probably stale cheese puffs. Truth was? He kinda liked those stale, even as he popped the bag and leaned back. "Gracias, Mami Chula." Did he speak Spanish? Half-assed Spanish, but considering he spoke three languages? It wasn't too bad, all in all. He reckoned that he could've done worse. He was poppin' one of those ...overly chewy puffs into his mouth. Crunch, and then it got a little bit soggier than he might've liked, but it was food.
Wasn't great food, but it wasn't rotten, and it wasn't moldy. It'd do, in short.
"Y'know I--" He paused. Did he hear a horn? See the flash of headlights. Did he hear music? He glanced up, leaning up as he saw Trey pop up and start talking. Great, because that wasn't going to leave a good first impression, right? "Trey!" Damn near whisper-shouting! "Get down, Breh! You're in her lights, not vice-versa. You're a silhouette right now, get behind cover!" Still very much so behind that counter. He was already grabbing his rifle, shaking his damn head.
"Just get behind the doorframe and ask her if she's alone." He glanced to Angelita and just lifted his chin towards her. "...What do you wanna do?" Figuring the Latina might have an answer for their little rag tag trio.
Angel heard the horn,as the lights filled the small gidt shop. She dropped the pack of peanuts she was about to open. Her fun baggies sitting on her pack.
Dark eyes glanced over at Elvis and went wide," did that bitch just say she was going to touch my car?" She turned and stalked towards the door, slipping the police baton off the counter. She couldn't make out much, with the lights, but it was still pouring down rain. Angel yanked the door open. Fuck this! She knew Elvis was displaying caution and Trey was trying to talk, but the sound of the female voice did not give Angel much confidence in it. " cut the fucking lights so we can talk," Angel stood and waited, once she got a good look at the voices owner she would be able to decide what threat she was dealing with.
She should have waited for the rain to stop before she came out here. She hadn't been outside for more then a couple of seconds but already she was drenched. She really needed to start thinking thi MG s through before she just went off and did them. It lead to her in some really stupid situations, like this one right here. There weren't any driers anymore and she would be lucky if she was able to salvage this outfit. She felt like a drowned rat. When the black guy came out she almost shot him. She couldn't believe that he had the audacity to talk to her like that.
The second person that came out was a pretty looking girl. She was definitely a hard woman, at least she looked like it, but that was kind of Brit's preference. She didn't know why but she always found the wrong type attractive. Before the end of the world that had been a problem. Now? She liked to think of it as an adaptation for survival. It made her feel pretty damn smart. She heard the woman telling her to turn off the lights. She smiled, sure the woman had cursed but it sounded hot.
"Ok chica, don't worry. I'll like kill the lights and stuff. Maybe we could uhm, ya know get out of the rain. I feel like a drowned rat out here."
She opened the car and turned it off. She pulled out the keys, slammed the door, and clicked the button to lock it up. It beeped twice and the music stopped.
"Dam you look like one too," Trey laughed at the women. He completely ignore the weird haired guy, he was weird and tripped his vibe. Trey still had his gun and moved it when he talked.
"The blonde is right. We should all get inside," he said running past Her to his bike. He grabbed his bag and joine back with the scary mexican. He turned to head back in as He kept laughing as he hopped up on a counter.
He placed the bag beside him and lokked through it. He pulled his knife out and slipped it on. He Flickr around and made a stabbing motion. He realized he Shoul haves used this, but he was never the best at it.
He pulled out a thing of chips and ripped it open. He pulled one out and he ate it. "So how the fuck did you survive Barbie? Don't look really survival inclined."
He didn't say a word, he just saw the meek looking girl with a tendency to talk through the scope of his rifle, and he moved to lower it once Trey and Angelita seemed to be bringing her back in. He just ducked back behind the counter, putting his back to it as he sat there. "You know, this might not be a bad thing." Speaking up, his voice mostly towards Angel. "Us out here, in Mormon country. You know, Mormons, they got a thing where part of their religion requires them to prep for shit like this, or something." With a lift of his brows, looking up to the rest from the counter before sitting back down. "We can take the fort tomorrow, see what it needs, go from there." Quietly, musing over their strange, strange, situation.
"The fort provides cover.. If we could get, I don't know, a reloading table with a press, we could collect the brass from our fired rounds, and I could reload the ammo, maybe even make more if I can refine the powder just right." Mulling it over in his head as he sat there. Why even bother thinking about it? For all he knew, they all planned on making a get away come morning, or worse; one of them might have even had a plan on killing him. He didn't know. "It's just a thought. Don't know if some of you guys have plans to be somewhere else for the apocalypse." Snorting in derision as he palmed the side of his rifle's receiver.
Angel raised a brow as the blonde called her chica. She mumbled under her breath the whole time. Right now, this new woman was a huge liabilty and to top it off, she bet the bitch was racist. She was the last back in and locked the door. She was soaked again and ran a hand through her wet hair mumbling about an estupido puta.
She heard Elvis and leaned over the counter to look down at him, wet haor dripped water on him," alright, look, get up here." She backef back," since we all gonna be togethet least tonight, I think we need to set a watch. " she looked at Brit." I'm Angel, thats Elvis and Home boy." She smirked as introduced them, " but what I wanna know is, are you for real?" She shook her head," I mean seriously , a pink " no she couldn't say it. " so who are you? Where ya come from ?"
Brit ran to the hood of the escalade to grab her bag as well as some of the emergency meals. They weren't the best things in the world but they were probably pretty close nowadays. They had an expiration date but that was still 20 years out. As long as they had some water they could prepare them. They were kind of like MRE's that came with a much higher price tag. She scooped up four of them and shut the trunk. She felt annoyed to have to carry her own stuff but she hadn't put in the work with this group yet so she just did it. She ran inside and dropped the food on the counter. Her bag landed at her feet. She needed to change. It was going to get way too cold for her to stay in wet clothes.
"I'll answer all of your questions, like promise... but first I'm going to go change. I like don't want to get hypothermia or anything. K?"
She went to the back and hid behind a filing cabinet that had been pushed away from the wall. She pulled out a pair of tight pink pants and a grey, loose fitting shirt with a low V and a pink skull on it with headphones. She through a grey jacket over it and ran a comb through her hair. God she needed electricity so she could use her blow drier. She closed her bag and stepped out.
"You can each have one of those packs. They are pretty good. It's not like a four star restaurant but they are pretty awesome. Homeboy? Does he like have a real name or something? Not that he deserves my respect, like I'm being all respectful and stuff and he calls me barbie... maybe I should start throwing around the n word homeboy... like it would be the same, but my parents taught me better then that."
In the light she got a better look at her companions. Angel was cute. She was a bad girl type and that was a special weakness for Brit. She liked the bad types, and it had become a survival tactic. You latch onto the scariest, toughest looking person, and they protect you. It had backfired once when she chose someone who was abusive, but she had managed to find another protector in that camp who had even been so kind as to get rid of the abuser. She completely ignored the black guy, he was being rude and so he didn't merit a response to his question. She spotted the one the woman had called Elvis. He was cute, in a different way then she normally liked, but still he was cute.
"Of course I'm for real, and what's wrong with my baby. It's soo totally sexy, like OMG. Oh yeah, and I'm from like Beverly Hills. Daddy was a real estate mogul and mom was an actress. She used to be a model but she got a little older and so she shifted into acting."
"Yall can stop calling me homeboy," Trey said looking at the ration type things the blonde had. "My names Trey. Trey P Mars." He smiled as he searched through his bag. The bitch said he was rude and then stsrted ranting about her parents and the N word. Bitch ancestors probabaly owned slaves and shit.
"Easy, I ain't trying to be rude girl," Trey smirked, "you show up with pink everything riding in a filing barbie mobile it causes assumptions. No need to bring racial slurs into it. You ain't a racist are you? Damb sure sounds likes it."
He leaned on the counter. The girls life sounded like a bad joke about white girls. "You realize none of these are pumpkin spice right? How do you eat them," Trey asked laughing at her.
"I'm more interested in where you came from girl," he said motioning to Angel, "I mean you look like a badass. Have a badass car. But act and dress like the girl where I grew up."
He was quiet for the moment, he'd listened to them, giving a nod towards Angel once sh'd leaned over him, ignoring the water she got on him. He lifted his hand to grip the edge of that desk, of that counter. He pulled himself up by the edge and pushed to his feet, standing there in silence for a moment as he watched the back and forth between them all, simply raising his brows in question as he heard Brit shoot off with her comments, watching Trey and Angel play it remarkably cool. "If you don't say the actual word when comparing it to another word in comparison, then they're not the same." Pause. Beat. "But there's no more order to things, so we're all spics, niggers, crackers, and red skinned savage devils here. All equal in the eyes of god." He spoke with a decidedly dead panned, tired, tone. He was exhausted, and it had nothing to do with physically being tired.
Elvis sucked when dealing with people, and he knew why it was too. He lacked access to Setraline, to Zoloft, so he was going to have to deal with his anxiety like he did before, though this time he felt as if he had an edge in fighting it. It wasn't quiet at all in his head, but he could deal, at least for now. He gripped that Remington Model 742 in his hands, nodding towards Angel. "I'll take first watch." Was all he said as he went over to the ponchos, and picked one up, slipping it over his body as he gripped his binoculars and headed outside. Why outside?
Simple, there was a tree there, and he could get a better vantage point from there. Besides, who looked in the trees these days?
Angel stared at the three. This was straight up bullshit. She glanced at Elvis as heade his way to thedoor," wake me later," she meant to take watch from him.
She heard Trey and decided he was far too nosy. She wasn't about to give up much about herself. Angel simply chuckled and uncapped her water , taking a long sip." Look, we ain't gotta get along other than tonight, we ain't gotta become a group, but " she lowered the bottle," I suggest we all play nice." She gripped her baton and looked at Trey," I came from Vegas." She looked at Elvis as he walked out into the rain. She picked up her baggies and slipped them back into her pack. Party would have to wait, which sucked ass. She didn't trust the other two , not yet. She lifted herself and sat up on the counter , watching the Barbie and the home boy. Fuck, if this was not for real, she wouldn't have believed it. " alright ,chica, what else ya got in that pink beast?" She glanced at Trey," Elvis wants to try to see if we can secure this fort, which I am considering if nothing but the fucking irony of it!" She was sizing them up, and pulled one white rolled paper from the Baggie in her pack. She held it out to Trey," I did promise it, didn't I?" She held it out to him and waited to see if he would come and claim it.
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