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Post by Shauna Kelly on Dec 6, 2017 14:20:19 GMT -5
Sliding back down a few inches, Shauna held the blanket tight to her body and frowned as if dissatisfied by their presents. But the idea of been alone also scared her and this snapped her out of it. With an awkward smile, Shauna threw one to her guests and did her best to hold her tongue from running away.
" Thank you," with a fix to the rim of the sheets Shauna took another sip of her tea "I'v decided, if it's ok with you, to become rational minded before I make any future plans. But I think I'd like to stay."
Deciding not to beat around the bush, plus to change the subject she decided to get to the point and show how useful she was. She was sure the information that she had gathered since New York was invaluable to them.
" My bag, pass it over sweetly," Shauna asked Kat before turning back to Colin " I'v had a nice rest, thank you for asking. I'm just caught with the dilemma with finding my sister alone or stay here and not be alone."
As she leaned against the headboard, she stared up to the ceiling as the same option kept creeping back. Which option she preferred.
Post by Collin Hollingsworth on Dec 7, 2017 23:15:48 GMT -5
Watching as Katlyn moved away from setting the woman's close on the table Collin frowned at the face that Shauna was making, a face like she didn't care nor want them there. He was about to say something when he saw the look fade as fast as it had arrived which caused him to bite his tongue to see what she had to say.
"Sure thing, Take as much time as you need Shauna." he agreed with a nod to her request to rest up before making any big decisions, Collin was more than happy to allow the woman to do whatever she felt she needed, Be it staying or leaving he wouldn't try to stop her. It would be a lie if he said that they didn't need her, in fact her presence if she stayed would be a big help on the medical front if she decided to take him up on the offer he made but they would get along either way, just like they always had. Shifting in his seat Collin tussled Katlyn's hair for a moment to tease her with a chuckle which was responded with a glare from the girl and her scooting further away so he couldn't reach her before crossing her arms. "Just messing with you Kat." he laughed as he waited for Shauna to finish her tea and continue with what she had to say.
Motioning towards the bag Collin was about to once again ask his daughter to grab the bag but before finishing the gesture remembered what was in it which caused him to wave his hand to say nevermind to her and stood up himself. Hoisting it to the woman he sat it on the bed beside her before sitting down to explain their rule on alcohol. "You're free to go if you feel like it's the right thing to do Shauna. There is one catch if you decide to stay however." he started before pausing and shifting in his chair for a second. "We don't allow Alcohol among the general populace. We have some for special occasions like new years and the like but generally the place stays alcohol free so you'll have to hand those over if you stay." he explained before motioning to the bag, "You mentioned that they were poisoned right? We won't destroy them and you'll get em back if you leave but we'll need you to hand em over if you stay." he repeated before looking down at Kat for a moment. "Hey Kat, Would you go into the lobby for a second?" he asked which as per the usual caused some grumbling from the young girl as she got up and left with a quick "Goodbye miss." as she shut the door.
Watching as the door latched behind her he waited for her footsteps faded away before turning back to the woman lying in the bed. "This sister of yours. You said she killed some people at your last place, that correct?" he asked cautiously. "If you decide to go find her and bring her back here I don't want to have to worry about history repeating itself."
Colonel Alvin Cooper stared out of the window of the borrowed UH-1Y Venom that served as his personal transport at the city below them. The helicopter's two door gunners standing by beside their guns which were currently safely behind the bay doors. A smile formed on his face as he caught sight of one of the CH-53Es flying in formation with them, a gift from Colonel Harper at Sheppard AFB. Alvin liked the 53Es, but at the same time wasn't a fan of the larger helicopter of his own use, even though he'd considered it. It was a lot more armor to hide behind, but at the same time it wasn't as nimble nor as well armed. He never really had the reason to utilize the extended range of the larger helicopter either. Sheppard was the longest distance he had to travel and that was well within the range of his Venom. Now, if they managed to get their hands on some HH-60s or MH-60s, then he'd be trading out his older helicopter in a heartbeat."Home stretch, sir. We're about five clicks out," came the voice of his pilot, 2nd Lieutenant Ricky Gifford.
Before he could respond, the unmistakable sound of small arms fire pinging off the armored frame of the Venom, nothing serious if he surmised correctly, just rifle fire at best. Gunfire continued to ping off of the Venom's frame and Alvin let out a sigh. They knew that there was a hostile group in this area, but he didn't think they were going to be stupid enough to engage their heavily armed helicopters. He let out a sigh and clicked his radio on, "This is Colonel Cooper, all Albatross callsigns RTB. Repeat, RTB. All Viper and Venom callsigns, I think it's time we went hunting boys. Out." The four escorting AH-1Z Vipers swung around, splitting off into pairs as they were about to begin their attack run. Gunfire pinged off their armored frames in the vain hope of damaging them until abruptly the gunfire stopped.
"Viper 1-1 here, hostiles down. Be advised, possible sniper in the area, large caliber rifle," came the voice of the pilot. With their optics, they could see what had happened to the bodies of the bandits that had been shooting at them. The compact gunships increased to combat speed, dropping down lower and sweeping the area with the FLIR systems to find this mysterious sniper. Alvin was curious, personally, why would someone waste rounds on those bandits when their fates were sealed unless they were trying to draw attention to themselves. Only reason was because they saw the helicopters and were looking for a safe haven, but even then, this whole thing was far too convenient for his liking. In any case, that sniper was going to be found, one way or another.
Post by Constance Townshend on Dec 9, 2017 4:36:07 GMT -5
Quite a few hundred meters out from the bloodbath of the bandits laying helplessly upon the cement near their colony of gas-empty Jeeps most likely stolen from the military, or just found, with their crimson regret glazing the man-made earth on which they now lay lifeless, a lone figure slowly climbed to their knees from a front prone position, and then finally to their feet, all while keeping their gaze through the scope paramount. By definition, the figure's slender and slim waist, more compact body shape by way of a short stature, noticeable curvature in the bust even with a police Kevlar vest, and a long curtain of sharp red hair that flowed in the wind all pointed to this figure being a woman, not that it made a difference. The Kevlar vest betrayed her overall color scheme, as she was wearing a red and black checkered flannel for a jacket due to the colder weather Texas was exhibiting. Her greenish eyes caught sight of the aircraft above, and had to think of a plan!
Her car she had been riding in up until now was all but dead, and she knew with a major city like Fort Worth, all of the vehicles would most likely be picked clean of gas or parts, if the bandits she had just picked off were of any indication. Well, her car wasn't going to be of major use now. Opening her car's hood after backtracking a couple feet, she grabbed her small items such as her radio and flashlight, along with her pocket-grade medical kit before walking away towards the aircraft, but not before she took a random lighter that she had found in the city before that barely had fluid left, damaged her car enough to produce crude oil from its engine and piping with a bit of help from her knife and led a trail of it from the car's nearest tire to give her time before lighting and locking the flame, and tossed it into the man-made trail of oil. It took a few minutes, but a trail of fire would travel from the small puddle to the car, up the tire before it would get to the engine...and where she would be several feet away by now, the car caught in flames, leaving only some time before it would explode.
Post by Shauna Kelly on Dec 10, 2017 18:28:05 GMT -5
With every word, Shauna paid full attention and most especially to the words on the alcohol. If anything, she enjoyed having a conversation with someone who wasn't a belly bump or a small key chain figurine. She enjoyed having a response. She could understand the rule and the benefits of not allowing alcohol, she had seen it in a number of small groups she had met since coming to america. Last thing you wanted was an alcoholic with a gun. Before the fall, she would of been well stocked in wines and spirits in her fridge. Now it was a rare commodity that she wouldn't waste by drinking.
"It's nice, not been alone," she spoke softly as her hands crossed, " The alcohol is of no importance and you are right it is poison. To be honest I haven't had a proper drink since the end."
As Shauna took hold of her bag, she began to take the two bottles of alcohol out and placed them onto the table for Collin to take along with two chocolate bars. Then she took her three note books out and placed them on the side the bed which left a dirty stain as she fixed them straight. Upon fixing her books, she took out two small water bottles which contained a black liquid paste and the green bottle drink she had drunk earlier. What was left in her bag was small non important items.
"The chocolate bars is also poisoned, you can destroy them all if you wish," as she looked upon him, she shifted her eyes around his face while trying to avoid looking him in the eyes as she played with a string of her hair, feeling as if he may frown upon him " The black liquid is walker blood. It's a mix of my own. Not as toxic and i have used it to help me walk among them, till my bump."
What she left out, was the smell and the behavior needed to not get eaten by the horde. It had been a tactic she had used many time to escape unfriendly groups and one that had saved her many times. On some occasions she sent days with a horde, only leaving when needing sleep or do to living needs. Her eyes frowned as she realized that she had failed to answer his question and was rambling on about herself.
"Your question, I'm sorry," she said while still still avoiding his look, " She is dangerous, that is a fact. It's like me asking you to cut half your brain out, you can't do it. She's my sister and is mentally unstable. But the medication she needs is rare. So the answer to your question is that I'm not sure."
With that, she opened her first book and passed it over to Collin. It contained a list of people and groups she had met. Also was a list of thirty or so soldiers with dog tag numbers.
"I didn't see the signs and with that my sister poisoned three soldiers we were on patrol with, she than confessed that she had been doing it since the fall." Shauna felt a lump in her trout as she confessed the danger of her sister.
Post by Collin Hollingsworth on Dec 13, 2017 0:12:41 GMT -5
Collin sat up as he finished laying out a few guidelines and rules that needed to be addressed and awaited Shauna's response with a hope that she would be fine with it and adhere to it without issue. As she began to speak he smiled before nodding. "I understand, It's hard being alone." He agreed before quieting down again to let her continue. Pleased to hear that the Alcohol wasn't going to be an issue Collin mentally let out a sigh of relief, he hated conflict within the walls, even more than he hated seeing people in trouble.
Scooting forward in the chair Collin watched as she began to fish the bottles out of her bag and placed them on the table. "Thank you Shauna." he said with another nod in her direction as he stood up and took the bottles from the table and placed them on the floor next to his chair to set them aside until he left. Hearing her begin to speak about another poisoned item in her possession, Damn, This girl must have really been paranoid of people out there... He thought with a hint of sadness on his mind as he returned to face her. A quick tug of his shirt in the process to straighten it out as he saw her begin to play with her hair out of what seemed to be nerves about bringing something else up. "Hey, There isn't anythin to be scared of, I promise I won't bite." He said as he reached his hand out in a friendly gesture to calm her before she spoke again.
"Walk among them? Without them trying to take a bite out of you?" he questioned with a little surprise showing in his voice, Pausing for a spell before giving her a smile. "You're a tough cookie Shauna." he said with admiration, "That's a useful thing to be these days." he added a little chuckle in his voice in somewhat disbelief that she was able to figure something like that out, He wondered what led to her discovering it, Desperation maybe? Then another question popped into his mind, one that he would only ask himself in his head. Howed she get it..? He asked himself before hearing her say sorry.
"What medication would it be?" He asked before mulling over how to bring the twin up to Alvin, and how his response on the matter would be. "I'm sorry.. Families important, both existing and not yet arrived." He said before motioning towards her stomach. "If we find you're sister, and she's like you say she is I'm not sure how things would go. What I mean by that Shauna is if she has killed in the past there isn't anything stopping her from doing it in the future and every last soul in this place is special to me." He explained after standing straight again. "We wouldn't hurt her or anything, That's not our way by any stretch of the imagination but she wouldn't be allowed to live among the general population unless we find that medicine you spoke of." He continued, a sense of caution in his tone. "She'd be kept comfortable and you wouldn't be kept from her but With her past I don't think just letting her roam among everyone would sit well with the base commander here, At least until We know that history won't repeat itself. You understand right?" He said with a hope that she would see where he was coming from and that the way they would go about it wouldn't make her feel like they would hold her sister prisoner. "She wouldn't be held in a room all day, She'd just be confined to an area without very many people."
Taking a few minutes to let her process what he had just explained Collin stood up and gingerly placed a hand on her shoulder. "I would very much like you to stay Shauna, I can't imagine sending a expecting mother out to face the world alone, now more than ever." He said before releasing her shoulder and began collecting the bottles from around the room, "I'll let them know to keep a lookout for your sister on patrols okay, If we find her we'll try to get her the help she needs. I give you my word."
Taking a few steps towards the door he turned to face her. "We have a few members around here that are always willing to listen if people want to talk. I gotta get Kat back home and attend to a few things but do you want me to have one of them check in on you?" He asked in a caring fashion as he approached the door and stood with his back against it as he waited to see what her answer would be.
Post by Tony Milano on Dec 15, 2017 19:30:53 GMT -5
Tony paced back and forth in the house he had been assigned to when he first entered, he was told that he would meet the leader within a few days of his arrival to see if he could join Fort Worth. Today was the Fourth day since Tony's arrival and he had started to become nervous, Tony had been turned away by many groups before and he prayed that Fort Worth wouldn't. Tightening the black bandana around his face that covered the lower half of his face he continued his worried pacing around the house. He had noticed the suspicious expressions of the people who let him in when they had noticed he always kept half his face covered but Tony was sure that people would be outright fearful if they saw what was underneath the bandana before they got to know him. Tony desperately wanted to be a part of this place, it had been so long since he had a place to call home but more than anything he just wanted someone to talk to, the recent months he spent alone were driving him crazy and he wasn't sure how long he could keep it up without some form of human contact. Tony sat down on a nearby chair letting out a stressful sigh as he began nervously playing with the bullet casings he had strung around his neck as he thought to himself "Please let this leader be understanding, I don't want to be on my own anymore." As he anxiously waited for whoever this leader was to come talk to him.
(Sorry for the late post Collin, my internet was trash for a while XD)
Post by Collin Hollingsworth on Dec 20, 2017 22:49:42 GMT -5
Collin stood against the door, items in hand as he waited for Shauna to answer, Collin frowned slightly at the silence that followed but was hopeful that over time she would understand what I meant by what he said. "Okay Shauna, I gotta get going. I'll have someone check in on you in a bit okay?" he repeated as he twisted the doorknob and swung it open. "I'll catch ya later Shauna." he said with a nod before gently shutting the door. "Hope that works for you." he said in a soft whisper as the door matched up with it's frame once again.
Turning to face down the hallway Collin noticed Katlyn in the adjacent waiting room playing with her rubber band once again, "You ready to go home Kat?"He called to her as he approached the door leading into the room. Kat's eyes moved to face him as his voice met her ears. "Is Rin home?" she asked as she hoped to her feet and dusted off, "I'm not sure, I left her with one of the other new people so she's probably still with her." Collin returned as they reached the door leading back outside and pushed on the boor, the sound of air escaping met their ears for a moment as it began to swing open. "I'll be home in a bit, I gotta drop by one of the other new members houses, It's been four days." He explained as they hoped in the car and he turned the key, Making sure that Kat had her seat belt on before putting the Humvee into gear. Taking to the road with a swift turn of the steering wheel the two of them rolled down the road for a few moments before Kat spoke again. "When's later?" she asked quietly, slightly under her breath but loud enough that she would know her father would hear her. With a sigh he reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'll try to hurry and get home, You know how these go." he responded with a caring tone, He understood what she was leading to, the consecutive nights that he had spent dealing with mattered late into the night and getting home well after she had headed to bed was clearly beginning to take a tole on the young girl, "I know Kat, You miss game night's."
Pulling into the driveway of their homestead Collin killed the engine and waited for Kat to start towards the door before stepping out himself. "Kat, I'll be back soon okay? We can play some music or something when I get back, sound good?" He asked hopefully as he watched her open the door and step in before turning to face her father again. "Okay..." she sighed before stepping back and shut the door. "Sorry Kat.." He groaned as he ran his hand along the back of his neck before stepping back to the Humvee. "I'll try Kat." He repeated to himself as he turned the key once again and listened as the engine roared to life once again. Throwing the vehicle in reverse he pulled out, the hope that nothing would come up making him break yet another promise to his youngest stuck in his mind as he shifted into drive and began making his way to the house that the new guy, Tony if he wasn't mistaken was being housed at the moment.
Reaching the house Collin pulled in, the blue tones of paint stretching across the sides of the old colonial styled porch. "Okay Mr. Milano.." he said as he stepped up the white wooden stairs leading to the front door. Knocking on the door Collin waited for the caretaker to answer, If he wasn't mistaken the one that was assigned to him was Tom, A tall man in his mid twenties, he never seemed to have learned to shave as he always had a neck beard that if Collin was being honest looked god awful. A few moments later the door swung open and the man in question answered the door. "Hey Tom, I'm here to interview the newbie." he said as he eyed the horrible neck beard stretching across the mans face. "Gotcha boss, He's hangin in the living room." Tom answered before stepping aside to let Collin through, Stepping in he looked around at the notably terrible wallpaper stretching throughout. "God, I hope he didn't see this as a form of torture." Collin joked as he reached the door leading to the living area.
Opening the door he saw the man pacing as he waited. "Tony Milano? You ready for your interview?" he asked as he stepped in and stood next to one of the chairs. "Please, Have a seat."
Post by Tony Milano on Dec 21, 2017 2:03:27 GMT -5
Tony was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't hear Collin enter the room and when Collin said Tony's name he nearly jumped out of his skin. After quickly regaining his posture, Tony chuckled quietly before sitting down in the seat offered to him. "Sorry, got lost in my thoughts a bit." He said as he sat down. "Thanks for giving me a place to say these last four days." He said smiling warmly under the black bandana. "It's a nice place you got here, it's all very impressive." Tony said as he looked towards Collin.
Tony shifted a bit in his chair before speaking again doing his best to hide that he was quite nervous. "So what would you like to know about me? What I did before the walkers showed up? What I did after they showed up? How I survived up until now? My skills? Or all of the above? Whatever you wanna know I'll tell you." Tony said with a nervous twinge in his voice that tony noticed and winced upon hearing it. As he waited for Collin to start asking questions, he subconsciously began to play with the bullet casings strung around his neck, absentmindedly running his fingers over the casings, his fingers moving over the eight casings painted red then slowly making their way over the twelve painted blue and finally resting on the three left unpainted at all.
Post by Collin Hollingsworth on Dec 23, 2017 4:04:26 GMT -5
Taking a seat across from Tony after watching him sit down Collin looked the man over before adjusting his soft gaze onto the man's features, "Don't apologize, It's what we're here for." he said softly at the mans thanks. Taking a moment to watch as the man shifted in his seat Collin noted how nervous he looked and as he began to rattle off guesses of what he was going to question him about it confirmed it to him. "Whoa, Slow down Mr. Milano." he said as the man finished his flurry of guesses.
Crossing his left leg over the other Collin spread his legs apart and clasped his hands together as he leaned forward slightly, resting bother elbows on his left and right knee's respectively. "Let's just start about you, Simple stuff like where you from? Not before but where did you come from to get here?" Tapping on the back of his hand with his finger Collin tapped his foot for a moment before noticing the man begin to play with shell casings made into a makeshift necklace. "What are those from? Just decoration or are they trophies of some kind?" He asked him before leaning back against the back of the chair again.
Taking a moment to let him answer Collin eyed the man, Noticing the black bandanna over his face and the overall way he carried himself. "Why do you wear the Bandanna if I might ask?" Shifting in his chair Collin rested his chin on his palm before continuing. "Just want to get the way we do things here out of the way first okay? First of all is dealing with weapons, Everyone is armed around here but we have a few conditions that new arrivals have to follow. After you get done here we'll have someone take you over to the military base that's attached to us and you'll be interviewed again by the commander of the base. After that you'll undergo an evaluation on how you handle weapons, again by the military staff." Taking a second to shift once more Collin continued. "After you get through that all newcomers are put on a sort of probation period if you will, If you need to go outside the walls for any reason you'll get your weapons back but for about a week you won't be able to openly carry them around the compound. I hope you understand." he paused for a moment to let the information sink in before continuing once more. "After that you're all good to go on that front. As for a few extra things we don't allow alcohol. We do have some mind you but it's saved for special occasions like celebrations and are locked away."
Collin gave the man a moment to process the rules so far and answer the questions before continuing again, all the while he watched how the man carried himself, all the while airing on the side of caution as he waited for the response.
"Got a fire sir," came the voice of the 2nd Lieutenant Gifford through his headset, though Alvin would have had to be blind not to have noticed it at this point. It wasn't hard to see, and even at this distance he could see a figure standing not far from the burning wreck, and on her person the unmistakable silhouette of an M14. Not a high caliber rifle by any means, but having enough punch to absolutely pulp the head of anyone it hits. Someone being smart would've just ordered his pilots to turn and head home, but he was in a good mood today, good enough that he was willing to give this mysterious marksman a chance.
"Take us in Lieutenant, Sergeant Fonzworth, man the gun. Rest of you keep your eyes open," he said into his headset's mic, not needing to add that they could of course very well be walking into a well executed ambush, then again, you'd have to be packing some serious heat and have done a lot of planning to take them out without being completely and utterly wiped off the face of the Earth before even managing to make a move. As the 2nd Lieutenant's cautious flying brought them closer, the right side door was opened on his signal and Sergeant Fonzworth manned the GAU/16A Machine Gun on the port side.
Alvin took a deep breath as he picked up the loudspeaker that he made sure was always on board for occasions not dissimilar to this. At this range however, he could make out a lot more about their mystery marksman. For one, she was a woman, young too. From her equipment and age alone, he could tell that she wasn't formerly of local law enforcement. He knew many of the local PD and though there were more than a few competent marksman none of them were her age. What, she couldn't be older than twenty four, twenty five? Or maybe he was just getting too old.
He raised the loudspeaker up to his face and depressed the trigger, "Alright miss, it seems that you've gone through a great deal of effort here to get my attention. Ya didn't need to shoot them bandits back there. So...now you have my attention." Still holding onto the handhold attached to the top of the cabin, he lowered the loudspeaker and leaned onto the bay door, for no other reason than to present a smaller target in case this was indeed an elaborate trap.
Post by Tony Milano on Dec 28, 2017 23:40:16 GMT -5
Tony listened intently to Collin's questions before taking a moment to answer. "When the walkers showed up I was in Kentucky with my dad and my friend Reggie, after a few bad encounters with other groups and one nasty group in particular I was left on my own. I kept on the move for the most part, Rarely settling down anywhere until I put as much distance between myself and Kentucky as I could." Tony said as he listened for more questions from Collin.
At the mention of the necklace Tony realized that he had been subconsciously playing with it,(A nervous habit) and quickly stopped before answering trying to hide any signs of discomfort. "They're not um.. trophies sir." Tony said quietly. "I-It's gonna sound weird when I tell you but it's um.. A way for me to keep my mind in check. By that I mean it's a way for me to make sure I'm not going over the edge." Tony shifted uncomfortably before speaking again. "What I mean is that I have seen people with good intentions become monsters because this world doesn't really reward kindness and I want to be able to keep track of whether or not I'm falling down the same path so then I can correct my self." Tony paused and looked at the casings strung around his neck. "Each casing on this necklace held a bullet that I used to kill someone, and the way they are painted shows the reason I killed them. The unpainted ones were mercy kills, you know, if someone got bit or something along those lines. The blue ones were defensive kills, whenever I killed to protect someone I care about or myself. The reds are revenge kills. In the past there were a few people that caused a lot of pain for people I cared about so I made sure they wouldn't do it again." Tony felt his voice break as tears welled in his eyes as he mentioned the red casings. "Sorry." He said as he wiped his eyes and listened for more questions.
Tony winced when he was questioned about the bandanna, he knew the question was coming but it didn't make things any less stressful. "I wear the bandanna to hide a umm.. mutilation I suffered a while back at the hands of the particularly nasty group I mentioned before, it tends to scare people so I keep it hidden for the most part." Tony looked directly at Collin as he spoke. "I f you want to know the story behind it or see what exactly it is, I'll um.. have no problem telling you but I gotta warn you, it isn't a pretty story." Tony said.
Having answered Collins first few questions Tony listened to what Collin told him about the rules of the place and their policies on weapons. "Makes sense." He said "I'll have no problem following your rules if you let me stay."
Post by Collin Hollingsworth on Jan 2, 2018 3:10:05 GMT -5
Sitting back against the chair Collin listened intently as the man across from him began to explain and answer the questions he had posed just moments prior, With every word he made a mental note to himself. Choosing to listen rather than speak as Tony continued to answer the list that he had given to him with a nod here or there as he continued to mentally categorize the mans answers. "I see, Well Kentucky is good distance away from here." he noted to the man's comment before letting him answer further.
Once the explanation of the shell casings came up Collin sat up to pay extra attention, The answer he would receive would be one of the more important, it would leave the man in bad standings if he answered with bad intentions and as much as Collin hated it, he wouldn't hesitate to act if someone posed a danger to his community. As Tony began to explain what the different colour's stood for Collin nodded as he listened, once he finished his answer Collin leaned back slightly once more. "So, Unpainted means someone was bit or put on deaths door in some way or another and Blue is protection. I don't got no problem with that. However, The red ones." He stopped and sat up again before continuing. "Revenge killing isn't the way to go about things here, The past is the past so I won't hold it against you but I just want to say that if you're gonna be staying here, I need your word that you won't be going off and killing just because someone dies. I understand that it hurts, believe me we've lost a decent amount of our own over the years, some where very close and dear to me. But we're here to rebuild the world, not add to the chaos that engulfed it. We have our own way of dealing with threats, Most if not all are handled by the military presence here."
Staying quiet for a moment to allow Tony to process and answer his last question Collin wasn't surprised by the explanation of the reasoning behind the bandanna, "I understand, I won't force you to show me if you don't want to." he said in the same calm, collective tone he always had. "I won't force you to show me if you don't want to." he said with a wave of his hand to put the man at ease, "but if you're willing to, It would put my mind at ease knowing what happened," Shifting in his chair before adding, "Just be aware that Colonel Cooper will probably need to see what happened." crossing his legs Collin waited for a moment before asking a few of the more nity gritty questions, "So a few more questions and we'll rap it up. Are you capable with weapons? If so, What types? Rifles, pistols, melee ect ect." he asked curiously, making a note of every response. "Are you comfortable being around people of all ages? this place houses many people." he explained. "Are you trained in anything? Farming, Mechanic, Stuff like that?"
Stopping there Collin waited for the man's response before adding the last few questions that have yet to be asked, The man's past was surely full of hardships but Collin wanted to make sure the man wasn't going to let those hardships effect him here, or effect the people around him.
Tony's feelings of nervousness decreased tremendously when he heard Collins response to reason behind the shell casing necklace. "No revenge killing, understood." Tony said as he began to relax considerably. Tony also couldn't help but grin ear to ear under his bandanna when Collin talked about the idea of rebuilding being the focus of Fort Worth. "Rebuild, I love the sound of that." Tony said with hints of joy sounding in his voice.
When Collin talked about not forcing Tony to tell the story behind the bandanna he sighed in relief, it was nice not being forced to talk about a bad memory, still Tony decided he would tell Collin the story. Collin had given him a safe place to stay for four days and was willing to give him a chance even after telling him about the red casings so Tony figured that the least he could do is not hide anything from Collin. "Well, if it'll put your mind at ease I got no problem telling you what happened." Tony said before starting his story. "A little into the second year after the walkers showed up, my buddy Reggie and I had run out of food and were on a supply run to find more, at some point in the run we had found a box of food just sitting there in the road. We should've known that something was up, but we were so desperate we didn't care and we walked right into a trap. Six people showed up, two women and four men, they all had guns and they gave me an ultimatum." Tony's voice suddenly darkened with hatred as he continued. " They said that I either join them and convince Reggie to join them as well because they lost two of their own and they needed runners to grab supplies, or they'd eat my friend first and than eat me. You can probably guess what choice I made." Tony slowly removed the bandanna showing the rows of teeth that had been sharpened into shark like points. "The cannibals would do this to their members, they said it was a sign of "Commitment" but all it really did was screw your chances of joining anyone else because everyone in Kentucky and the surrounding area knew about these guys and they knew about the teeth so anyone seen with them would be killed on sight."
Tony paused and took a deep breath before speaking again. "Reggie and I would horde anything edible we found on our supply runs so we wouldn't have to eat with the sick fucks, and I'd do what I could to help free the prisoners they were keeping like cattle but I had to be careful otherwise I'd lose Reggie, but secretly saving those prisoners went out the window when they brought this girl and put her with the prisoners. Tony clenched his hand into a tight fist as he spoke. "She couldn't have been older than thirteen and the cannibals were gonna.." Tony paused as tears welled in his eyes. "I couldn't let that happen" He said. "So Reggie and I made a plan to save the prisoners even if it meant we died it would have been better than living one more minute with those freaks. I led walkers into the cannibals camp as a distraction while Reggie led the prisoners to safety. When the Prisoners got to safety, I went back to the camp, the Cannibals were still fighting the walkers, winning actually and I uh..." Tony gestured to six of the red casings. "Helped the walkers win. After that Reggie and I got separated and I had to get as far away from Kentucky as possible so I jumped state to state and worked with multiple groups along the way until I got here."
Tony paused to let Colling process the story before answering Collins other questions. I'm best with close range weapons, shotguns, pistols, melee, I'm also reliable with assault rifles but I don't really like using full automatic weapons, they go through ammo too quickly for me, but if I can see a target through an iron sight, I'm more than likely gonna hit it, but if you give me a long range rifle, I'm not gonna hit anything. As for being around people I'm actually a really social person so being around people is no issue for me." When asked about being trained in anything Tony paused to think before answering. "I have a lot of necessary skills needed for being a scout or a runner, I can pick a lock, hotwire a car, I can move through walkers like a hot knife through butter, I work well with others, I can also move around undetected and I'm very good at negotiating with other survivors Non-Violently and if things do get violent I can end the problem quick either by calming both parties down or fighting off the other party. I prefer to keep things non-violent though, I'm fine with risking my own hide but I never want to risk someone else's, it doesn't sit right with me."
Post by Collin Hollingsworth on Jan 6, 2018 6:24:39 GMT -5
After finishing his second barrage of questions Collin readjusted in his seat once again before clasping his hands together to wait for Tony's response. As he sat he continued to study the mans demeanor, the way he carried himself as he talked, the way he worded things. He sat in silence for a spell before hearing the man agree to no revenge killing and that the purpose of Fort Worth had a nice ring to it. "Everyone's got different paths, some lead from dark beginnings, That's why I give everyone a chance." he explained with a nod as the man paused to mull over something. a quizzical expression finding it's way onto Collins face as he waited for him to say what was on his mind.
A few moments later he listened as Tony agreed to explain the bandanna, "I'd appreciate it Tony, But like I said, Don't feel like you have to." he repeated before pressing his weight against the back of the chair, As Tony began to tell his tale Collin Didn't let out a sound, Didn't move and kept his breathing quiet to pay as much attention as he could to the mans words and the way he conveyed them. As Tony weaved his way through his past experiences Collin felt a hint of Empathy for the man, Collin knew all to well what kind of people this world had bread but thus far had been lucky enough to not have either of his girls caught in the storm. As he removed the bandanna Collin studied the teeth that he spoke of, all sharpened to a point in a way to mark him as something that, at least from the way he was telling it, he was not. "I can see why you hide it, My apologies." He said with a nod of empathy to the man before letting him continue his story.
After he had finished Collin sat silently for a few minutes as he contemplated what the man had just told him, How he and his friend had been separated after running and how he 'helped' the walkers that he had let in. "I see, So that would be where the red ones came from then?" he asked before having his question answered by Tony bringing his hand up to the red marked shell casings. With another nod of acknowledgment Collin scooted forward in his chair as the man began to answer his last questions. "Good, Those are some useful skills to have," he agreed, "We have multiple jobs here Mr. Milano, Ranging from helping the military on runs if needed to teaching the kids how to handle themselves. If you could choose one, what would you do to aid Fort Worth? What would your ideal job be?"
Post by Tony Milano on Jan 14, 2018 0:16:38 GMT -5
Tony almost reeled back in surprise when Collin didn't seem to flinch when he saw Tony's teeth and was further surprised when Collin didn't seem to judge him all to harshly when he mentioned joining a group of cannibals to keep his friend alive. Tony was used to being forced out of groups via gunpoint when people heard the story. It was a rather welcome surprise to Tony. Tony began to put the black bandanna on over his face as he listened to Collins replies to his answers and listened intently to his next set of questions. Tony took a moment to think before answering. "Personally I think I'd do best helping the military on runs, However I'd be more than happy to try my hand at teaching kids how to handle themselves but I've never taught anything before." Tony said as he sat back in his chair.
Post by Constance Townshend on Jan 14, 2018 1:37:42 GMT -5
Amidst the rotors of the choppers above, she could make out a male voice speaking over a device, a loudspeaker! And obviously, by "miss", she knew it was her he was referring to. Hearing that she got the man's attention, she got up onto one of the damaged and useless cars to give herself more air and cupped her hands over her mouth like a makeshift megaphone after slinging her rifle back over her back using its strap after setting it into safety mode, and replied back to him, "You can never be too careful in this world! I had to take care of'em, else they'd probably try to snake their way in your direction. If you don't mind, I could use a lift to wherever you're headed. You've got my word not one of my guns would be aimed at you.", she yelled, trying her hardest to yell over the propeller's engines, and raised her arms up in the typical "surrender" manner with her hands able to be seen; she knew words alone meant shit in this Hell, so she aimed to back it up with action.
Alvin studied the woman for a moment, trying to see if she was sincere, but was more or less satisfied a moment later. However he thought it best to inform her about the rules before they left here. After all, it would be a far more troublesome affair dealing with her if she didn't agree with the rules once she was already there.
"That's fair enough, miss," he said into the bullhorn, pressing the activation trigger again. "Though I don't abide by just taking you along unless we can reach an understanding about rules. You first get there, we've got a probation period, meaning you gotta hand in your guns. Once that's done, I'm gonna go ahead and skip the usual firearms competency test we have, on account of your display here. Now how does that sound to you?"
Naturally, as Alvin was speaking, the rest of the crew were keeping any eye out for more hostiles or undead that were at some point going to be attracted by the sound of the gunfire, and now the sound of their engines. However, this wasn't the first time they'd operated in an urban environment, and the last four years had taught the air crews a lot about operating in an urban environment, quite possibly more than their training ever had.
Post by Collin Hollingsworth on Jan 14, 2018 22:19:30 GMT -5
As Collin watched the man sitting in front of him her would have been lying if he said he didn't look intimidating with the teeth given to him by the group he was forced to join to save his friend but as he watched and listened to the man speak he got the impression that he for certain hadn't belonged to them in any sense of the word. Watching him tie the bandanna back over his face Collin thought how they could allow him to hide them without drawing to much attention, a bandanna would defiantly do just that and he wanted to avoid that as much as possible. "We got a plethera of other jobs as well if you want, How bout this. Over the next week or so make your way around and check out the different jobs, see which one ya like most. I mean there's farming, mechanic work and the like as well, Just gotta find what works for you." Collin said with a nod and a smile.
Giving the man a few more minutes to think it over Collin stood up from his seat and made his way around to the back of the seat before placing his arms against the backrest. "Well, Tony Milano. I don't see any reason why you can't stay." he said with another nod to the man. "I'm gonna go ahead and give you the green light to stay." he added with a smile before glancing back at the door for a moment. "Next up is you gotta be interviewed by the commanding officer of the base attached to use but he isn't actually on premises at the moment so here's what we're gonna do, Stay here tonight and then first thing tomorrow I'll check with him and see if he's available for a new members interview and gun test. Sound good?" he asked as he pushed off the chair and straightened himself up. "After that as long as you get through your trial week you'll be a full fledged member of New Fort Worth." he said with a smile, a sense of pride in his tone at the name. "Any questions before I head out? Like I said I'll get in touch with the Colonel as soon as he gets back and see when he can do it but anything else you wanna ask?"
Contrary to everyone's thoughts, they'd not lost a single person to hostile fire the whole time; the closest was when they had encountered a group of Navajo near the Four Corners region just before entering New Mexico; the ensuing running gunfight had frayed on everyone's nerves but remembering everything he'd been taught back at the Hive - and God, I still miss Tamara and her group of Scouts, Bam thought wistfully - and everything passed down to the rest of the group, they'd made it through: Bam, Haley, Logan, their group of Scouts, along with Kelsey, Alex, Piers and the group from 77th. Bam actually felt sorry for Kelsey, who'd been a registered nurse back at 77th and was the closest thing to a doctor the group had (the Scouts' lead medics, Erik Roner and Rake Yohn, were with Tamara's group) and occasionally Bam felt like they were overworking the poor woman to death but she'd shrug it off, reminding him and the others that she'd been a trauma nurse back in L.A.,..she could handle the stress of it all.
Now, with the Metroplex in front of them, Bam knew the group would need another moment's chance to rest, rearm, refit and pause for a while; grabbing the handset once more, he keyed the mic on it and spoke. "Okay, Scouts, listen up...we should be coming up on an interchange soon; as soon as we get there, we'll stop and rest for an hour. Pontius, I want you and your Suicide Climbers to find a perch and watch over us; Knoxville, your team will cover the east and south sides while England and Pastrana's teams will cover the north and west sides. While we're paused there, let's go over the vehicles, our weapons....anything and everything we need to do. Let's get it done and then we'll meet back at the truck here," referring to his own Tundra, "and decide where to go next. Bam out." Setting the radio down, he glanced at the others inside the truck and said, "Everyone alright? Haley...Logan? You guys okay?"
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