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She just completely ignored Trey. He was rude and the way that he was talking maybe he was the racist one. She didn't like him, mainly because he made her uncomfortable. She really wasn't racist but Trey seemed to be the stereotypical "black guy" and that scared her. She knew that just like anyone else African Americans could be good or bad. Her problem was that at first glance and beyond Trey seemed to be the bad sort. She looked over at Angel's question.
"Umm, I have like, some more food, and water. Oh yeah and I have some meds, like not too many but every little bit like, totally helps."
"Don't die yo," Trey said to the weir haired man as he left out the doors. Why would he want to watch outside? He could watch out the window, still enjoy the warmth and company of what was inside."
He turned his attention back to Angel. "Vegas huh? I'm guessing black jack dealer or bartender. Peg me for a working class girl," he laughed, "not afraid to get dirty but like being with people."
Trey walked forward and looked at the rolled paper. "Alright now we can have some fun." He reached out for it. "What's the quality of it? That low class shit or the high end rich bich shit? The ones I'm sure Barbie knows all about," he laughed.
He wrapped that rain poncho about him, throwing the hood up as he walked into the rain, wordlessly, quietly, and with his head down as he held that rifle into his hands. That poncho kept him dry, all except for those water proofed boots on his feet. He was quiet as he slung his rifle across his shoulder and moved to climb up the tree that was between the fort and the gift shop. it wasn't easy, wasn't exactly an easy task at all, but he managed it fairly well, fairly well enough that he got up about halfway before finding a branch he liked and settling down into it, cradling the rifle in his arms as he watched over the parking lot and the area around the building.
He wasn't up quite high enough to look into the fort, but he imagined he could jump and grab the edge of the wall from there. That was something they'd probably have to remedy later. Who knew. He wasn't exactly a carpenter. He mused over his companions thus far. Angelita was a good girl, even if she seemed bad. Brit seemed like a decent person, even if she was over privileged. Trey.. He didn't trust the guy. If he hadn't had a guy, he could only imagine what the man might have tried to do, and that worried him.
Right now though, he was concerned about walkers..
Angel stared at Trey, and released her fingers on the joint as he took it, 'It's good shit, like I said, found all sorts of stuff in this apartment in LA, but it was a while back, not alot left now." Hell, she wasn't about to let him in on the amount of shit she had, hell no!
She eyed Britt, "So, you stocked up in the pink pussy wagon, good to know. So, you seem to be smart, Chica, smart enough to make it this far, at least." She grinned at her and winked, then held a lighter out to Trey, 'Dancer, not bartender, or dealer, I worked at a club. " She smirked at him, "I actually, don't, like people, I am rather selective with who I make friends with." She dangled her legs off the counter, "So, Elvis is taking watch, I am gonna try to nap, you two have fun with that." She chuckled softly, and then eased off the counter, and laid down on Elvis' make shift bed. She was wet still, but didn't give a shit anymore. She pulled her pack down with her and went through the baggie she had. She had more pill bottles in the trunk of the car, but she didn't go look. She laid there, and listened to the rain pattering on the roof.
Though her words were crass she had complimented Brit and that meant something to the young woman. She was cute too. Brit found herself attracted to this woman but she wasn't sure that she should act on it yet. The native was strange but he seemed tuff as well and she needed to make the right decision when she chose her protector.
"I do pretty well for myself, daddy always told me that I should always be... like, prepared for anything."
She looked at the joint, she wasn't against smoking, she had done a bit of it in her time and it actually sounded really good right now but she didn't know if she could trust Trey. She stared at the joint, really wanting to smoke. She looked at Angel and decided that she would see if there was any type of chance to get this woman to protect her.
"Would you, like, make sure that if I sleep with someone after this it's you?"
She bit her lip and canted her head. She actually liked the idea of sleeping with Angel, and she wasn't above jumping into bed with someone if it got her what she wanted. She was pretty good at hiding her intentions as well though she suspected that if anyone was going to see her game it would be the woman. She would actually respect her even more if she did see through it. No one had seen through her act yet.
Trey took the joint and smiled. "Alright some primo shit then," he laughed. "You got a light yo?" Reaching around the counter he found a few novelty lighters and lit it. Taking a puff he coughed and smiled. "Awright this shit is tight."
Taking another hit he went to pass it to Brit, "come on girl take a hit of this. Chica was nice enough to share I don't want to enjoy it by myself."
He laughed and looked at Britt, "so what did you do for a living homegirl? Don't tell me you just say around living off your daddy money. I'm guessing you were highschool student or worked retail some place."
He heard them before he saw them. They were loud, but not so loud that their steps were heard over the rain and the distant thunder. It was the groaning that he heard, the errant noises that left their lips. The number of them, it wasn't exactly a small sum. Especially not with him hearing it from the distance he heard it. He was gripping his binoculars and looking out with a frown catching hold of his lips, his brows furrowing deeply. They were two football fields off, but that group of them, they were definitely coming towards the shop, towards the fort, and there were more of them than he had bullets. A hundred of them, maybe? Too many to count, and so he was sliding down and out of that tree before he headed quickly over to the gift shop. Silently entering the damned place with the poncho still on him.
"We need to get into the fort, now. The best route's up through the tree next to it, we can take shelter there.. There's a ... number of rotters. I don't know how many, but I can guess that they're coming because someone decided to pop off with his pistol like it was going out of style." Came that slow, uneasy, sigh of his.. High strung? Just a lot. "..Sorry, man. They could've been headed this way anyways. Look. We get in the fort, they could just pass us by, and judging by the brochures in here.." Pointing out, casually, towards the rack where they were. "It has beds. Actual beds." He was just, shifting his rifle before moving to grab up his pack, sliding an arm through it.
He told them, he warned them, he couldn't make them follow suite. "..The wall's solid stone, and about ten feet up. The walls are solid but we could probably move the escalade infront of the doors just to be sure. Just, y'know, keeping the lights and music off." Silently, looking between them, waiting for an answer.
Angel popped up as she heard Elvis' voice, and listened as he spoke," well if she had been playing that music the whole way here it was like leaving a trail straight to her." She glanced at the blonde," look, we all protect each other," she glanced at Trey," load up your shit, grab anything you can from in here, water and such." She snatched her pack and the things on the counter and raced to her car. She popped the trunk and dropped the shit in. She could hear them, and raised a hand blocking the rain to get a good look. They were slow, dead for awhile. She sighed and called back,"Elvis! Get your pretty ass up that tree and get the gate open!" She pointed at Brit," come on , get your truck moving! We driving inside, weapons ready." She didn't know what was beyond that gate, bit fuck this. She needed a break. She could just leave, haul ass, bit she didn't want to leave the savage , not yet anyway.
"I was in high school yes, but like, I also owned a couple of restaurants. Daddy bought them for me of course, but like I did everything else. Chose the menu and decorated. I like even handled hiring and firing. Daddy had me pay him from the profits. He said that he didn't want his little girl to think that people would give me something for nothing. I was totally almost about to pay him back fully when this all happened. OMG, that would have been so amazing, like totally owning my own business."
She smiled at him. Though he was rude he seemed interested in her life and that at was something that she could enjoy. She decided that she would smoke with him after all. Maybe it would even convince him that she was a good person. She took the joint and took a long drag. Her lungs weren't used to it anymore and she almost broke into a coughing fit but she managed to hold it back and hand it back to him.
No sooner had the joint left her hand then the savage came running in yelling about a group of the dead. Shit, she thought. All of the sudden things went into motion around her and she looked over to her bag. She ran and grabbed it and then followed Angel's orders, running to her suv and throwing open the door. She climbed in and started the engine. She quickly turned off her music. No reason to give the dead anything else to follow.
She opened the window and leaned out.
"Like OMG I'm totally sorry for bringing them here. I totally messed up."
Trey laughed a Brit, "you're allright. Not as pathetic as I originally thought." He took the joint and took another drag. When the guy with weir hair came in he coughed. He listened to the man and the scary Latino talk.
"Way to lead them to the front door," he said shaking his head a Britt, "after I just said you were cool.
Trey ran out the frot door and grabbed his bag and gun from his bike. loading the rifle he set it down on the counter. "Some one can use this. It's loud but would be good for clearing." He pulled his pistol an set it down, "got this too."
Trey moved along the aisles knocking anything of use into the bag and hurried back to everyone else. Trey had his knife out and held it up. "Let's clear this mother fucker."
"Look, it's fine! Wasn't just you, some jack wagon deci--"He stopped mid sentence, looking to Trey with absolute fire in his eyes. "You? Shut up, listen to Angel, and so fucking help me.. If you even think about firing off a gun and drawing more of them? My size twelve's going to be crammed so far up your ass that you'll be coughing up shit and bootleather for weeks." ...Well, Elvis just got needlessly aggressive, didn't he? "There's too many to clear without drawing more. We can hang out in the fort and let them pass." Bluntly, he was turning and exiting, moving to the tree, he'd try to climb up it, scaling the damned thing, getting up as high as he could, despite how slippery it was. His hands managed to find the branches just right, even as he got up to just the right height. He paused, he breathed in.. The rain stung his face, it made everything slippery, made everything harder to grab.
This was gonna suck.
He leapt from the tree, to the wall, just barely catching it, grunting from the impact of it hitting him. The wet stone hurt his fingers, his hands, but he pulled himself up anyways and crawled over the wall, sliding over the edge and dropping down with a hard thud, landing on the roof of a nearby building with a hard thud, he rolled off of it and to his feet, on the ground, before heading to the east gate. He'd unlatch and open it up wide. "This side!" Yelling just loud enough for them to hear him.
Of course, he could also hear those ominous groans in the distance, but they had the fort now, at least there was that. They had the fort. He was confident enough to think they could keep it.
Angel was a bit suprised that they listened to her without a bunch of shit about it. She watched Wlvis shimmy his cute little ass up that tree. He actuallyade it. She grinned from behind the wheel of her car .
Angel started the engine and then waited for Brit to back up before she did and pulled infront of the gate. She tapped the wheel, impatiently. What if he had to deal with dead heads? He could be bitten, dead, and here they sat like sitting ducks. She watched as the group of dead hit the edge of the lot. Fuck!!! Come on kid!
Soon as the gate opened she hit the gas and floored it through. Throwin the car in park she jumped out drawing her gun. She looked around, and was shocked. Place looked empty, completely fucking deserted. What the hell? She ran for the gate to help Elvis close it once Brit and Trey were inside.
Brit looked back at the group of dead behind them and started to get nervous as the gate was still closed. She looked towards the rode, there was a free path that she could take to escape the situation. She was about to turn the suv around and take off when she saw that gates open. Just in time, she thought as she pulled the SUV into the fort.
Her jaw almost dropped as she looked around. There wasn't a single deadie in the entire place, at least so far as she could see. She jumped out of the suv and ran to help Angel and Elvis. She wanted these people to like her so she wanted to be helpful. Luckily it had stopped raining so she wasn't getting soaked again.
"Like, at least it's not raining anymore. I would have hated to lose another pair of clothes. You know?"
"Dude calm your fucking panties. I was just getting them out incase yo. I got this bad boy," he said swishing around his knife, knuckle guard blade. He smiled and moved along with his bike when he saw the gate open. He didn't turn it on, as it would make to much sound. Instead he wheeled it in an parked it on the side.
Trey saw Angel pull out her gun and laugh, "home boy gonna flip and chew your shorts when he sees that. He was like some Fucking dog yo. I didn't nee that shit. He can't even look after his own girl and he be bitching at me."
Trey stepped forward looking around, "why is it so Fucking empty? Like a ghost town or some crazy shit. I mean look at this not a looser in sight." He walked toward one of the buildings. It looked like an office or somethig.
Pulling open the door a group of 6 dead came stumbling out. They were all skinny, starvation kicked in on them. They were on Trey fast, hungry for their meal. He slashed one in the head as it fell. The. The others were on him. They knocked him to the ground and one bit his shoulder.
"Get these fuckers off of me," he said holding one back and slashing at the others
"Get your asses in!" To Brit, Angel, and Trey. All three of them. Once those gates were closed? He was locking them again, before pointing towards Britt. "Hey, if you can? Put the front of the Escalade against them." Trying to get the entrance 'in the way' of that horde reinforced, even if it was just temporary. If nothing else, it made him feel better, more confident. Hearin' Trey though, he just shook his head. "Yeah, look. I'm sorry for hoppin' down your throat." Grunting, he just turned his back to loo around. The place was like a ghost tow--What the fuck!?
He heard the scream, he heard the yell. He was turning just at the moment that he saw Trey fall and hit the ground with the walkers on top of him. A yank from his side and he was moving in, and quickly, drawing his Revolver as he leveled it at the group. Arms out, an isoceles stance, he was firing as he moved in on them, aiming for their heads. One, a second one. He couldn't get a good shot, a proper shot. He didn't want to hit Trey, not even as he moved in, stepping forward to kick the dead one off of them. He didn't even see the bite mark of the other man. He just grabbed him and tried to jerk him back, to try and get the man out of the way. "Fucking Bloaters!"
Angel stood out of the way, her eyes went to Elvis. She agreed, put something blocking the door. Trey was fussing, "Shut up, I ain't his woman, he ain't tasted this yet, so just shut up." She chuckled and then pointed at Brit, "Get back in and ease it up, I will tell you when you are.." Her words trailed off, as she heard Trey holler. She glanced behind her, and took off. He was down, they were on him. She pointed to Brit, "Do what Elvis said, keep those other fuckers out of here!" she raced over to Elvis and Trey. Elvis had pulled him away, and Angel bashed the last ones with her baton, beating their heads to a gushy pulp.
She stopped, chest heaving, breathing heavy. She stared at Elvis, then looked at Trey, "Did it bite you? Trey?" She moved in to check him out, glancing at Elvis. It had all happened so damn fast. fuck! she had let her guard down! She felt responsible, why? It was his dumb ass that opened the door! She shook her head, to clear it, then eyes ran over Trey. She saw blood, but wasn't sure if it was his or from the dead, til she saw the fresh looking blood. "God damnit, Trey!" she sighed, and looked at Elvis. She knew what they would have to do, it was just a matter of time.
Brit moved to follow Angel's instructions when everything happened and unlike the other two she was not motivated to run in to the rescue. She was not really combat inclined. She would fight when she had to but if others were able to handle it then she would let them. For a second she considered running to the gate and getting out of dodge but she figured that Angel and Elvis could handle the dead and that she would still have people here.
She got in the escalade and slowly eased it back. She knew that she needed to have the escalade fully against the door but she didn't want to hit it either. She needed to slowly back into it and make sure that it was sitting flush. Anymore noise would just draw them to the gate even more then the gunshots already would. She gently eased off of the break and moved back, watching the wall as she did. She lightly tapped it and put her foot all the way down on the breaks. The gate should hold.
She got out and saw that all of the dead had been taken care of so she went over to the group. She knelt down beside Trey and looked him over. She saw the bite but didn't say anything about it. She would if trey didn't speak up but she was relying on him to do the right thing.
Trey saw the looser get hit, blood hitting his face. Next thing he knew someone was pulling him out. So much for keeping quiet, weird hair had fired his gun. He hoped it would draw more loosers here.
He felt everyone crowd him. All looked in shock or something. "I'm fine yo," he said shaking his head. "I'm fine really." He shoulder ached and he was already turning pale.
He was fine? His eyes just lingered on the man's shoulder, on the blood that was there. He didn't say a word, even as the zombies were being taken care of. That was too much damn noise, too much panic and problems. He just looked down at Trey for a moment and then looked between Britt and Angel. His eyes were going back to Trey shortly as he hit the cylinder release to his revolver, using the ejector rod to pop out most of the rounds and spent casing, all except for one live round. He was putting that back in, and looking over to Trey. He was a dead man. He knew it, he could only assume Trey knew it. "...You want to do it, or do you want me to?" Asking quietly, his eyes very much so on the other man's. He'd either give him the mercy of doing it for him, or let him go out on his own terms.
"You're a dead man, Trey. There's no cure, there's no waiting. We can wait it out if you've really got a want to, but then you become one of those things and get capped anyways." His tone was quiet, bitter, his brows furrowing as he walked the man through his paces. "Or, you can get out of here, get on your motorcycle, and make a whole hell of a lot of noise drawing those assholes away." Now that, that was an idea at least to Elvis. "Rain on your face, devil at your back. There's a lot worse ways to go." A smirk played across his lips as he said that.
"It's up to you, man. I'll help you do what you wanna do."
Angel stood there covered in blood. Funny the Barbie was glad it had stopped raining and she wished it still was. Least it would wash this shit off her.
She stared at the black man and saw the denial all over his face. That was when Elvis spoke up. Offering Trey options. Angel had to respect that. She gripped the baton handle and tried to relax her breathing. " it could be hours before he turns, or it could be fast. I've seen both. " she glanced at Elvis," theory is depends on how fast you die and it consumes your body, what ever this fucking virus is." She ran a hand through her hair. " fuck this messed up." She glanced at her car.
Britt had done as she was told. That pink monster of hers was backed right to the gate. Angel couldn't run. Well, not run, she didn't run. She vacated a situation, as she liked to call it. She looked at Elvis. Smirked, since it was funny that the savage was the one totally calm.
Angel didn't have much choice and stood there waiting for a decision to be made.
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