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Vince followed the man into the house. He was glad everyone jumped to action. "She's a mean shot, she could stay and shoot," Vince said hanging back. He had the pistol the have him out and ready, aiming at the window. "We need to go over who's not here, so we know what we have."
He had done this before, the school. Attack after attack, the always lost people. He ha a feeling it would be the same here. Moving to hisbpack he pulled it on. If things went south he would leave them and run. He would help if he could, but if there was no hope he's be gone.
"What guns do we have? I can use a hunting rifle if we have one. I'm not the best shot but I'll help if I can."
Post by Joseph MacMillan on Apr 27, 2015 23:10:21 GMT -5
Although he could see that the odds were still heavily stacked against both him and Dean, Joseph still wasn't willing to simply let these strangers - especially the one up on the tractor - run roughshod over them. Leaning over, he whispered, "Watch my back, Dean, I got an idea."
Looking to see where there could be cover - if any - in case things got hot, Joseph walked right over to the other side of the tractor, next to the large rear wheel. He looked straight at the stranger, who was now holding a straight razor to Annie's throat and threatening to kill them at the count of one. "You know," Joseph said, in the same voice as before, "one of my forebears years ago was Anthony McAuliffe, who commanded the 101st at Bastogne during the latter months of World War II...." Seeing no recognition from the stranger, he quipped, "Oh, my mistake: you seem to have less intelligence than those walkers out there...or your lackeys, so you wouldn't know who he was.
"As I was saying, he commanded the 101st at Bastogne and during the battle there, the Germans asked him to surrender....," pausing to switch his grip on the lever-action and lower it to his side; as he did that, he surreptitiously undid the flap on his holster so that he could pull the revolver out and use it. "You know what McAuliffe's reply was, sir?" Joseph said, setting the rifle down next to the tractor's rear tire, barrel facing up.
After a long pause, he looked right at the stranger. "McAuliffe's reply to the Germans...was nuts!" Then, without a moment's hesitation - and before anyone could say or do anything - he climbed right up on top of the tractor and pulled the revolver from his holster, pointing it straight at the stranger's head; at the distant he was - roughly about the same as the stranger opposite him, Annie pretty much in the middle of them - there was virtually no chance of him missing the stranger's forehead if he pulled the trigger.
Looking right at the stranger, he said in an ice-cold voice, "Go ahead and count to one...go ahead, count. Even if your friends kill any of us here right now, they'll also be killing you as well," drawing back the hammer on his .44, "because I'm willing to bet that before they shoot any of us here, I'll shoot you, right here, where we stand on this tractor. And at this distance, I won't miss...and you'll be dead before you hit the ground." The look in Joseph's eyes and face was the look of a man at peace with his God; his voice was as cold and clear as ice. "Your move."
Zack looked between Sisa, Vince, and Nick. He didn't know what to do. He was fried time was moving slower for him than everyone else. "OK. Vince grab a hunting rifle." Zack pulled the slide back on his pistol before stuffing it into his waistband. "Nick you're with me and Vince we're gonna sneak up on the attackers. Let's show these pajama wearing pagans who they're messing with."
"Sisa. In case things go south you need to take our child and run." Zack unslung his bow and quiver of arrows and placed them on the ground. Grabbing some extra clips for his pistol he slipped them into his pocket. "We are coming back though. All of us." Zack looked around at everyone.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on May 2, 2015 14:37:50 GMT -5
Dean nodded as Joseph asked to cover him. He watched how Joseph climbed the tractor and was able to put a gun against the stranger his head. So if he would kill Annie, Joseph would kill him too. Dean knew if it were to come to that that no one would come out alive, maybe some of the others that where in the back. But Dean was sure that Joseph, Annie, the stranger and himself would die. If the stranger killed Annie it would be a chain of events. As Joseph was speaking Dean slowly laid his hand on his gun, which was still in the holster, but that way he would be able to grab it when needed.
“Can’t you just leave us all alone.” Dean said in a very annoyed tone. He knew Joseph was a smart guy, so he didn’t worry if he had everything under control, he was doing the best he could, given the circumstances.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on May 3, 2015 17:45:20 GMT -5
The young mans thoughts went to thinking about Dean and if he was ok. The whole situation worried him and felt like it was eating at his stomach. After reloading his pistol Nickiah dug into his pocket for the keys to the car Sabita had drove them bother their in. Handing the car keys to the pregnant women as his mind went off to worry about Dean. "Sisa, Keys to dark vehical I came in." He managed to get out as he walked towards the door waiting for Zack and Vince. "Come on before someone gets hurt" He said in a worried tone looking at the two men.
Vince ran and grabbed the hunting rifle. Putting the handgun in his pocket of his junpsuit he loaded the rifle. Vince took a big sigh and stepped out. "Let's go," he said holding the gun up. He crouched down and walked forward.
He waited or Zach and Nick to follow. His Head hurt, pounded against him. He held it as he went forward. He could feel the grass on his legs through the jumpsuit. He raised the rifle up so it ready to shoot.
"You two lead, I have longer range with this thing. Just give a signal when I should shot, I'll take the shot."
Annie stood very still, looking at Joe and Dean. This was messed up. These people were just wrong, why do this? Her eyes locked on her two friends as the blade touched her skin. He wasn't playing. This man was crazy.
She saw Joe's eyes and knew he was not going to give her up. He would die trying to save her. He wouldn't take a shot for fear of hitting her. She could see the other men approaching the shed. Dean and Joe would die. For what? For her to live just a little longer. Annie felt her eyes fill with tears. She knew what she had to do.
Annie locked eyes on Joe and mouthed <Shoot him>.
The rifle was right there , but she couldn't move to get it. The preacher was right beside her with that blade pressed to her. Annie stared at Dean. Tears in her eyes and again,<Shoot him> she would give them the chance. If she was out of the equation , Joe and Dean had a chance, right?
Post by Dean LeMarchal on May 7, 2015 18:22:02 GMT -5
Dean watched how Annie tried to convince Joseph to shoot as tears filled her eyes. Dean tried his best to stay strong, but seeing Annie like this, made him very sad. But then his eyes looked at the man who was keeping her hostage and he felt his anger coming back. Then his attention went back to Annie as she now tried to ask Dean to shoot. He was getting worried that anyone of the asshole his henchmen would notice her asking to shoot.
He looked at Annie with panic in his eyes. He wanted to shoot that son of a bitch, but he didn’t want to risk Annie her life. So for now he kept his hand on his gun, which was in the holster, so he would be ready. He looked back at Joe and waited to see how he would react.
Brett laughed as Joseph pointed the gun at his head. "Go ahead shoot me unleash hell but you should know. There's a walker herd on its way." Brett kept the blade on Annie's neck. "After this gunfight the survivors have to deal with that. You wouldn't want to endanger all those people who are still in that house."
Brett locked eyes with Joseph. "Before you send us all to our death's i want to say. You've been judged a heretic and you'll die like one here." The cultist slid the blade across Annie's throat as he threw himself at his two cult members. He felt a white hot pain shot through his body as he landed. Gunfire erupted around him.
Zack kissed Sisa before he turned to leave. Moving fast he lead the others to the farm. "Vince as soon as we start shooting join in and take down anyone that doesn't belong here." Zack's shoes crunched the snow as he gripped his pistol in both of his hands. Then he heard the familiar voice. Brett His grip tightened on his pistol as he picked up the pace. He had a bullet for the cult leader that he wanted more than anything to give it to him.
Post by Joseph MacMillan on May 8, 2015 12:23:46 GMT -5
As Joseph stood on the side of the tractor, his revolver pointed square at the stranger's head, he saw Annie whisper silently, Shoot him. Twice she said it, but as he started to press down on the trigger, he heard the man call him a heretic. He thought to himself, you're one to talk about being a heretic...before he could finish the thought, he watched in horror as the stranger drew the blade across Annie's throat before throwing himself into the firing line of his two shabby friends.
"No!" he yelled as gunshots started to crackle around inside the barn; as he jumped down from the tractor, he shot both of them...having seen the blade track over Annie's neck, he knew the odds of her surviving such a cut were slim-to-none, but he also knew the odds were none for any of them - him, Dean or Annie - if neither Joe nor Dean got out of the barn themselves. Ducking down against the large rear tire of the tractor, he took quick stock of how many rounds he had; pausing a moment to reload the revolver and sling his lever-action over his shoulder, Joseph took one breath, then a second...and charged out from behind it towards the man with the AK - Vlad, I think he called him, Joseph thought.
Holding his revolver out at Vlad, Joseph quickly moved towards him, seemingly oblivious to the gunfire erupting in and around the barn and began firing at Vlad, calmly - almost fatalistically - firing at Vlad, dropping the man with the automatic rifle with a pair of shots to the chest. Pausing over the man, Joseph put one more round in the man's head beofre heading back to join Dean back near the barn as gunfire continued to erupt around him...
Annie felt the knife press in. It all happened so fast. Her eyes went wide and her instinct was to pull away from it, but she had no where to go really.
Fire ripped through her throat and her knees gave out. She fell off the tractor , hands clutching her throat. She gasped for air and couldn't get any. Blood soaked through her hands. Wide eyed, she heard gurgled sounds,that were her. She knew she was not leaving here, not leaving this shed. Her grandfathers farm ,like the rest of her family.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on May 9, 2015 11:35:44 GMT -5
Dean looked at Brett while he spoke, the anger was clear in his eyes. But then all of the sudden the unthinkable happened. It all went very fast, but at the same time it was like tme stood still for a brief seconds. The moment that Dean saw how Brett slid Annie her throat he yelled out. “Noooo!”
Tears filled his eyes as he grabbed his gun and shot Brett, he aimed for his head, but because he was shaking from all the emotions the bullet hit Brett his leg. Then Dean placed his gun back in the holster as he rushed to Annie, who fell of the tractor, he kneeled beside her. He tried to help her by covering the wound. “It will all be fine, hang in there, I can’t lose you.” Dean said as he tried to smile, but the tears running down his face told how heartbroken he was.
Dean could hear the gunshot as he felt he was slowly losing Annie. “Come one keep fighting!” He yelled. But the blood kept rushing out the wound. Dean his hands already where red and he knew that it was a bad sign. Deep down he knew that he had to go help Joseph if he didn’t want to lose another person, but he couldn’t leave Annie like this. He knew that she wasn’t going to make it but leaving her now would feel bad and he would regret it.
But then he felt two hand grab his arm and before he knew what was going on he flew against the wall of the shed. He shook his head as he tried to understand what was going on. Then he noticed one of the assholes that where on the team of the motherfucker that killed Annie. Dean felt his anger returning. He got up and planted his fist on the guy his cheek, which caused him to drop on the floor. “It isn’t enough that your leader killed my friend, now you want to take the last minute I had with her away too, you fucking asshole!” Dean yelled. Then he pulled the guy from the ground and smacked him against the wall, where he was just a couple seconds ago. While fighting Dean tried to figure out why the guy didn’t shoot him, but then he noticed that he probably lost his gun because Brett fell on him. The distraction of his mind thinking of what happened to the guy his gun, gave the guy an opportunity to smack Dean with his fist. Dean took a step back as he felt the pain, blood splashed out his mount. The smack caused a busted lip for Dean which was still bleeding. Dean felt even more anger now and kicked the guy once more into the wall. The guy softly fell down as he slid against the wall. “This one is for Annie, I hope it hurts.” Dean said as he grabbed his gun and raised it. Then he pulled the trigger and a bullet flew in the throat of the guy. “Now you can die the same way she did, and I will make sure to do this to many of your friends.” Dean said as he watched the guy gasp for air.
It wasn’t something Dean normally would do, but losing Annie made him go to a very dark place. After that he walked over to Annie and once more kneeled besides her. Tears found their way to Dean his eyes again. He was angry and sad at the same time. The reason of him being sad was obvious, but his anger was not only because he wasn’t able to stop the stranger that killed her, but that he was crying next to her while he should be hunting that asshole down. But he really needed to take this moment. But he wouldn’t stay long, after saying goodbye, he would have to check on Joseph and make sure the bastard who killed Annie paid for it.
Vince followed along, staying fartherr back. Once he could see the attackers he stopped. His rifle raised, looking down the sights. He crouched low, better steadying his aim. The gun shook in his hands, finger over the trigger. He was scared, first time he actually had the upper hand. All times before had been fighting for his life, now he was going to kill on his own terms. It made him sick, scared, but alos excited. He could have just ran, took his supplies leave a little for compensation and run. Head to New York, find that boat, sail the fuck home. But vince needed to fight for these people, it was the right thing to do.
Then he saw the one girl fall, was she? Was she dead? His hands shook more on the gun. The Zach guy said don't Fire till he did, so Vince wouldn't, but he hoped the man would soon, he had a clear shot.
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Zack raced up to the Barn pistol gripped in both hands. Hearing gunfire he raised his pistol and fired at the nearest cultist. Zack ran up and came face to face with a cultist. Taking the man by surprise Zack raised his pistol but the man reacted quicker placing the barrel of his own gun into his mouth. Zacks eyes widened as the man shot himself without hesitation. Whats wrong with these people?
Last Edit: May 10, 2015 22:55:14 GMT -5 by Deleted
The gunfight allowed the cult leader to make his escape. Blood dripped from his hand as the remaining cultists were gunned down. Two of them left with him. Brett gripped his side as blood flowed from his wound. "Brother Brett lets bandage that up so we don't attract those walkers to us."
"NO!" Brett shoved his follower away. "I'm going to keep going till we get to our vehicle. We're retreating and licking our wounds." Brett leaned against a tree and panted. Looking at his bloody hand he smacked it against the tree leaving a bloody hand print. Using his own blood he painted a cross with the words, No mercy for the sinners ahead.
The click of a gun hammer made Brett stop and turn around. He saw the familiar face of Zack behind him. "Hello Brother." Zack stared at him his finger on the trigger. "I'm not your brother."
Zack kept his pistol raised firing at the cultists. Seeing Brett Limp away from the barn Zack felt his rage return. The hallucinations, being fed human, takin away from Sisa. Zack charged after Brett and the two cultists.
Stopping behind the cultist and Brett. Zack raised his pistol and pulled the hammer back. Brett smiled at Zack as he kept his pistol aimed at the cultists face. "Hello Brother."
"I'm not your brother." Zack snarled and fired his gun. Click. Emtpy. Zack's eyes widened as the cultist drove a familiar looking needle into his neck. "You're not ready not yet." Zack stared at the cult leader as he turned to leave.
Ejecting the empty clip and ramming a fresh one home Zack raised the pistol again but saw nothing. Just trees.
Post by Joseph MacMillan on May 12, 2015 14:09:15 GMT -5
Standing there, a faint tendril of smoke coming from his revolver, Joseph took one last look at the dead cultist's body and headed back towards the barn, half-expecting to have to continue fighting off the cultists' who had invaded the farm. Looking around, he caught sight of Vince nearby and yelled, "Head back to the farm! Keep an eye on everybody back there, okay?"
Getting back to the barn, he saw that things had quieted down noticeably and looked around for Dean. "Dean? Dean?" he called out, making his way around the barn, keeping one eye open for any more cultists and the other eye open for anything else that might come by.
Vince heard guns erupt and wasted no time. He pulled the trigger then oulled the bolt back ejecting the shell. He fired again, and again, repeating the same process. His aim wasn't the best but he could tell the difference between the cultists and the farm folk. He fired again, seeing it go through a cultist. Vice looked away, he couldn't think about death now.
He heard yelling and looked around. He didn't know where the other kid who came with him was, he couldn't see him. The yelling wasn't coming from him though, it was comig from the doc. He heard the docs orders and didn't know what to do. Zack, who was no where to be seen, had told him to stay. He had and now someone was telling him different. Vince new the doc was right though an took off running back to the house.
The rifle swung in his arms as he ran, getting to top speeds. His shoulder burned and saw blood in his jumpsuit, again. He reached the farm in no time, coming through the door.
"It's me, don't shoot," he said to whoever was inside., "I'm one of theo is guys." He moved towards a window. Vince didn't know who was still here, the pregnant women was all that came to mind. He looked around for her, "hello, anyone here."
Sabita had decided to leave the moment she had awaken. Leaving the keys to the black four wheel car that was given to the crazies she had met before the farm. Having walked for a while she was greeted by a surprise from the side. Mind was to distracted to take notice of the danger. It's decaying arm tried to grab her legs but she was too quick for it. Sending a arrow I toa it's skull before brushing off her pants. Thinking about the people she left and wondering if the guy she had saved would of died or if the pregnant women would survive. Shaking her head as searched the Walker for any supplies. "I am really dumb for this.." She sighed as she turned on her heels now facing the opposite direction ready to walk back to the farm.
After quite sometime she had made it back to the farm. Coming out of the trees just a bit of ways from the tree line before she heard and saw a gun shot that hit the dirt near her foot. "It's me from last night!" The raven haired women yelled before seeing the pregnsnt women at the front window with a rifle before the lady dissapears inside again. Speeding up her steps to a quick run before grabbing the knob and opening it. Light brown eyes saw the tan women crying as she paced. Swallowing air at the sight that made her uneasy. Before she could try to get herself ready to deal with somebody else's feelings rsther then her own Sisa had her arms around her sobbing and spesking quickly in Tongues that she had never heard. Stepping away from her without warning she slapped her in hopes that it would quit her panick. "English!" She said in Hindi which she regretted as she then felt a hand slap her across the face rather hard. It took a lot of restraint not to just hit her back but the young woman came to her sense that Sisa was just scared and didn't like the slap. No one would of course but Sab had little contact with people in the apocalypse so she was adapting back.
Listening to the nervouse mother to be explain what was happening and the gun shots. A voice from the outside caught both the dark haired ladies attention. Sisa raising her eyebrow along with her rifle while Sab raised her bow as she walked to the door pulling the knob and opening it before loading a arrow in just incase it was a lier. "Get in!" She said in a slight urgent tone.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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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.
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