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Post by Jay Richardson on Jul 14, 2015 22:08:04 GMT -5
Jay walked back to the others, having finished with the markings of the traps he had laid out. He looked around, trying to see if he could see Sarah anywhere. He had to tell her about the traps so she could tell the others in return. When he didn't see her, he decided to check inside of the house. He towards the house until he saw Amber with unknown people that was standing in front of a truck.
Last Edit: Jul 15, 2015 10:24:32 GMT -5 by Jay Richardson
Tyler looked at the girl that approached them. By the way she held herself, all full of herself, and uppity he assumed she was Amber. Max had told him about all the people here, incase he didn't make it back. He would of had to convince these people he was friendly by listing names and other information. He was glad he isn't he didn't have to.
When the girls introduce himself he chimed in as well, "I'm Tyler, the one who was tied up with Max." He tucked a hand in his pocket, more relaxed than the other two seemed. The one girl from the farm talked on and on about what they had to do. Leave bags, weapons, and safety at the door. Follow orders and get a checkup from the doc. Tyler could agree to this.
He looked at the other two, Inola and India. He didn't know about them, but he had a place here. They weren't going to decide, as far as Max was concerned he was part of the farm already. These two others would be up for debate by the big four. The one seemed okay, India, she seemed calm and collected, yet scared at the same time. She was normal. This other India, she was kind of weird, the whole of the Indians and bow 'n' arrow and tree climbing thing was a little fucked up.
When Amber finished explaining he sighed, "alright, let's go inside then." He didn't have any weaposn on him and his only bag was in with Abby's, "lead the way."
Amber lead them inside the house, and Tyler waited till the other girls discarded their weapons at the front. The smell of food filled the air, soup, alchohol, and something else but Tyler couldn't place it. He had seen the party when they pulled up, but didn't know what it was for. As they stepped inside Tyler looked around. The place seemed old, closed off, and cozy. He could see straight ahead to where tarps were hung up, simulating an operating room.
Amber lead them forward, toward two people, a doctor who had one leg, Tyler assumed he was Brian, and smaller woman who matched Abby's physic. "So what questions did you have to ask us?"
India nodded as everyone was introduced and she followed them inside the house. Her eyes looked around at walls, the decor and the people. The girl that was in the truck disappeared upstairs and she didn't hear anything else from her. They had a doctor here, which was impressive. She hadn't seen any doctors in a number of months. She came across one about nine months ago, but he was killed by walkers trying to gather up his instruments and medicine. She didn't say anything as she looked at the more outgoing Inola. She wasn't even sure if she should sit down or wait to be seated. She did know one thing though, she was pretty hungry.
Inola listened intently to the woman, thankful her gun was put away after a moment. If the group didn't want them to stay indefinitely, at least they would have a safe place to rest for the night. Inola was happy not have to sleep in a tree. Striding forward, she stepped up onto the porch and leaned her bow against the outer wall of the house, then lifted the quiver of arrows from her back and set it next to the bow. A hatchet was removed from a belt loop at her side, and she also unsheathed a hunting knife from her boot and one from her thigh, placing them in a pile with the quiver and bow. She didn't look back as she moved into the house.
It took her a moment for her eyes to adjust as Inola had spent most of her time out of doors in nature: foraging and hunting for food instead of raiding convenience and grocery stores.
Feeling eyes on her, she turned to India and offered a reassuring half-smile. Always stoic, a half-smile was the best India might get out of her. Wandering further into the room, Inola pulled out a chair at the table and sat. She hoped the gesture wasn't rude, but they had been welcomed in, and surely comfort would be given. Lifting her canteen, she drank the stale water before recapping it and letting it fall against her thigh once more.
"Thank you for welcoming us in for the night, at least. It is a blessing to not sleep in the trees for an evening."
Post by Jay Richardson on Jul 16, 2015 11:00:38 GMT -5
Jay watched as they went into the house before following. He ignored the newcomers and walked over to Amber. He had nothing against the newcomers, but he didn't trust them one bit. Mostly because he knew how some people are now, ever since this whole new world started.
"Hey Amber, do you know where Sarah went?" He asked her.
Brian saw Amber lead three people inside. There was one man and two women. He didn't recognize them, so they must be new. They came right to the medic bay where Sarah and Brian had moved back to. Dean had gone off to be, sleep off his wounds in the cots on the barn.
Brian saw the two girls and the guy look around. He smiled and extended his hand from where he sat. "I'm Brian nice to meet you.. This here is Sarah, the girl who led you in was Amber. I heard you already met Max and Abby, they have both gone to bed, it's been a long day."
The two girls asked questions and he leaned forward a bit. "Of course we'd let you stay. We wouldn't have it any other way. W aren't bad people, making you sleep in the trees would be to cruel. The barn might not be much better though it's crowded and the cots get stiff. The hay we have will provide a bit more comfort. The sleeping bags are warm, but it's not the best. We are sorry we can't let you sleep in the house, the rooms are full. Spare cots will have to work."
Post by Amber Wilkinson on Jul 16, 2015 23:32:50 GMT -5
Amber looked at Jay and just shook her head, she had lead them right to Sarah and Brian, they were right in front of them. She put her hands on her hips and listened to the two girls ask questions. She had meant Brian's questions, but they would answer there.
She looked up at Sarah, looking for her for judgement, hoping the girl would know what to do when introducing new members to this group. She still did't know where Charles was, hoped he had gone to sleep for their early departure.
Brian introduced the three of the farm members in the room and answered Inola's question. She watched and listened, it appeared Brian was set on the strangers staying, typical. Amber decided to answer India's question. "This place is self sustaining enough. We have generators that run only at night. There's a well in the back that has a sustainable amount of water and cycles it to the house. We have two full tanks of water, drinkable, mostly used for cooking. There is a garden just planted, but not season yet. We operate enough, the wall is slowly being built."
She crossed her arms, "Now its time for our questions." She looked at them. "Okay, what's you names, can you repeat them for us. Where are you from, how did you get to the farm areas of North Carolina. Do you know exactly where we are? or a rough idea? What were your jobs before this, and how do you benefit our farm. If you don't it's fine, not all of us are skilled, some of the women here can barely function. We'll take more questions again, Sarah, Brian do you have any questions for them?"
India looked to Tyler first then to Inola as the questions were asked of them. She was interested in knowing more about the people she had come here with. Really, the only thing they each knew about each other was their names. She would start.
"I'm India. India Smith. I was in college up in Boston when all this happened. I happened to be camping along the weekend everything went downhill. Boston went down fast. The ferries, the boats, they all left with people clamoring off the sides. I heard one of the ferries was so overpacked it sank about three miles off shore."
She found a note from her parents that they took a ferry and she never saw them again.
"I'm good in the wild. I know how to make fires, chop wood, find food. I can do a little hunting with bow and arrow, but I need one first."
Tyler looked forward and noded. He has told Max all there was to know about himself. The two had spent most of the day together and when they couldn't find a way out they talked. Max told him all about the farm, the people, who to avoid. Max had said Charles wouldn't like him, so he should stay clear at first. Tyler had shared who he was, and the two had plenty in common.
After India went Tyler cleared his throat. "Alright, so I'll go next. I'm Tyler Colton. I was unemployed before this, dind my own thing with my brother. I'm from Alabama, I know it's a long ways away but I take my time travelling slow. I came here, as I just keep driving going form place to place. My car is broke down their out on the road, i had to walk for parts. That where I met Max."
He smiled and smoothed the wrinkles out on his confederate flag shirt. "I can handle a gun really well. I can handle myslef as well. I can strip a car in fives it's flat, all the parts that matter anyway. I'm good at survival, rationing food. I know an engine, and a gun, mechanics and how they work. I have basic self taught first aid. Max already know most of this, I can handle myself. I helped save Abby and Max, these girls saw, I can shoot."
Inola listened quietly as the others spoke. She instantly liked Brian's friendliness, but she understood Amber's hesitancy and line of questioning. She would've done the same in a similar situation. When Tyler finished speaking, she said, "I'm Inola Cashua of Cherokee, North Carolina. I lived on the reservation making local art for the tourists. The dead broke our camp, scattering my people in all directions. I was separated from my parents who agreed to meet me in Charlotte. I have stayed in North Carolina ever since, just in case I run across my parents. I've checked Charlotte several times, and I will continue checking just in case. As for skills, I can hunt, skin, and track. I am also knowledgeable about local plants to use as herbal remedies, as we preferred those to buying at Walgreens or CVS unless we had to."
The walk from the old Chevy proved to be further than it looked; the smoke trail as deceptive and darkness fell by the time they approached the farmhouse.
From the gravel road branched a winding driveway which led towards the distant roof of the building through the trees and brush. The scarred blonde gave her reluctant companion a wary glance out of the corner of her single, good eye, her only sign of hesitation so far. In the gloom of the darkening scrub the shadows painted harsh relief onto the rippling marks covering the burned side of her features, gouging unkind crevices into her flesh. It made her seem a lot older and much more weary for an instant.
Sighing out a heavy breath, the girl squared her shoulders and pulled the Remington tighter against her chest, stepping out onto the path leading towards the encampment…
The driveway was winding and traveled a fair way off the back road, but all too soon they encountered a barrier to their progress that made the girl hiss out a curse between her teeth.
“Sh*t, they gone’n run sum’ kinda yard ‘round’t.” Nancy observed as she tipped the muzzle of the rifle ahead to indicate the junkyard wall ringing the farmhouse. The road sloped down a gentle hill, which meant they were slightly higher up and able to make out the larger construct inside that must have been some kind of barn as well.
Her jaw clenched and her anger boiling back up to the surface, the girl squatted down by the edge of the path and lifted her rifle to rest it upon one knee. Bowing her head after raking her nails vigorously through her glistening hairline, she put an eye to the scope and took a moment to inspect the settlement stretched out below.
There was a large field of crop which dominated most of the interior of the hodge-podge circular wall of old car bodies, tin and wire. The farmhouse was a two-story building with a porch that wrapped its ground floor and quaint banisters all around. The lights burning in the windows made it look warm and inviting- if not for the number of bodies she glimpsed moving inside and twice the gathering clustered outside. They had to be nearly a dozen people down there, a large group. The worst kind.
The fuel tank caught her eye, the unmistakable back end sticking out from around the far end of the large, wooden barn across the way from the house. Given the number of vehicles parked around the inside of the compound, that sort of supply made sense. If she was able to find a jerry can, she doubted they might miss a few gallons any more than they would miss a tire…
Because Nancy had already decided she was not walking down in amongst all that and asking for help.
Lifting her head from the scope, she turned her neck at an angle which let her look at the dark-skinned man askew over her shoulder. The twisted sneer on her lips gave away her thoughts on the plan before she rasped:
“F*ck’t. I ain’t goin’ in’ere an’ askin’ fer nothin’. I’m goin’ in th’ back an’ jus’ takin’ the damn casin’. Y’ kin toss that thin’ in the grass; s’useless t’ me now.”
Straightening back up to stand once more, the girl dragged her melted-texture fingers through the patchy side of her hair again, making its short, fair bristles stick out in tufts as she scratched viciously at the small hole where her ear used to be. It always itched when she was annoyed.
Keeping her rifle a hand, held across her body from shoulder to hip and the muzzle tilted at the earth, the young woman began tracing a path off to one side of the driveway, heading down the hill towards the activity of the farm without looking back to see if the coward was on her heels.
She had never answered him before, when he had asked what they would do if the residents of the farmhouse were not the friendly kind, but it seemed that hardly mattered to her now. The girl might get her head blown off for the sake of a tire and they still had not told each other their names…
It was a long walk to the farm, pricing farm longer than either had planned. Paul lugged the tire, the weight on the shoulder pressing down on him. It was dark by the time they reached the farm, well past a safe time to be outside. Paul would have gone to be by now, sleep and rise in few hours. Yet here he was, awake, following the young girl.
As the walked they came to a wall. Paul followed her to a hill and could see below. "There's opening around the farm, the wall isn't fully done yet," he said pointing, "they have under two thirds done. We can walk in almost anywhere." He looked through his own eyes, not having a scope like she had. There was a barn, a farm house. He saw lots of vehicles, a large black one, a groan truck, a Humvee, some pink sports car. There were SUVs, a couple smaller cars, some already torn apart. He saw a semi, it's trailer missing, the hood up. There was also a bike, one of those choppers.
"Do lots of those people down there look like women? I don't think I can even see any guys, maybe one or two," he said noticing two guard towers on either side, near an unfinished wall. "Look they have watch towers, snipers up there by the looks of it."
The girl said to toss the tire and he slid it off. "We could roll the tire down, let it be a distraction. Then sneek around back of the barn. I see an opening in the wall. That's if you don't just want to go down and ask for one. They seem friendly." he could see them all gathered, together, eating, drinking, laughing.
"I'll follow you," he said standing up, "you lead." She did and he followed her down the hill. He was glad he left his pack in her truck. It would be to noisey, and to bulky to move around. He followed close to her, his pistol drawn incase the farm shot first.
The blonde scowled to herself when the dark-skinned man pointed out the break in the perimeter wall; she was annoyed that she had missed it, even through her scope, in the dark. A glaring mistake and one she could not just blame on her lack of twenty-twenty vision.
“We ain’t rollin th’ casin’, ya idy’t.” Nancy hissed when he suggested pushing the tire down the hill as a distraction. “That sh*t jus’ wurks in movies.” The tire would cause movement, draw attention and any sniper worth their salt would immediately look for where the tire came from instead of following the bouncing ball. That would get them a bullet between the eyes quicker than all the noise he was making with his yammering.
Thankfully however, her inconvenient cohort hushed as they moved down the grassy hillside towards the eastern side of the farm area. She tracked a path between the edge of the driveway, out in the open and the thin vein of grass between the road and the brush. Stumbling through the bushes was a bad idea, so she kept low, hunched her back and moved half bent over as if cuddling her rifle.
The darkness was a useful cover as they reached the front-left side of the fence and followed it around to the barn area where it was still incomplete and open. Pausing only to check the distance between the wall and the shadow of the barn was clear, the scarred girl went loping across the grass to press her back against the rough wooden boards of the building.
Here she took pause, lifting the rifle again to use the scope and tried to scout out any sign of a truck that might suit her needs…
Paul followed behind her. He didn't like being out in the open. When they moved down the hill and to the grass betweent he road and the trees he got low. He was crouched. The wall where they were hid them from view of anyone, but all it would take was just someone walking around on guard and they'd be spotted. Paul hoped the snipers didn't see them, as he moved he could see holes in the wall, at any moment they could be spotted. Once they reached the walls he leaned into it, the shadows and the night covering him.
As the neared the back of the farm, and went through the opening in the fence, Paul bit his tongue. He waited for her to go and when she did he ran and put himslef up against the wall. She looked through her scope and he looked around their area for anything useful. Most of the vehicles were either to big, or to small. He saw a monster of a vehicle, all black. It had massive tires, as did the Humvee.
Paul cpuld hear the laughter and good times of the party the people were having. It was winding down, less and less comotion. He could hear people in the barn, talking, going to bed. As Paul peered through a hole in the old boards of the barn he could see cots, tarps, and lanterns making shelter for all these people.
"Don't go into the barn," he said quietly to his companion, "it's packed with people." He brought his sleeve to his forehead, wiping away the sweat from his brow. He was nervous, almost shaking as he leaned up agaisnt the barn. "See any tires? There's a pile best the crop there." From where they were at the barn he could see the spurce of the smoke. Their were bodies piled, burning. They were mostly gone, charred flesh sticking to bone. Paul did everything he could not to puke right now. The smell, and the sight was overwhelming, and they weren't even that close to it.
"Let's move, if we stay here to long we might get seen."
Sarah stood and listened as she was introduced. She leaned against the table, just slightly. She glanced at Amber and saw her face. What? was the the face she made back. What did she want her to do? She stared at the three of them, and glanced at Brian as he automatically said they could stay. She coughed a bit, 'They can stay the night, but ultimately it is up for a vote, if they stay or not." She glanced at Amber, "Tyler, "she looked at the man and extended her hand, 'I want to thank you for helping Abby, she's like a sister to me, and fragile right now. " she looked at the Indian woman, and India, 'You both have skills we could use, all of you. I would like to have you here, but we have a council, a group that makes decisions for the whole camp, Max, Abby, myself , Charles and Amber." She glanced at Amber again, "We have a fire going outside and Louis made a nice stew, if you all are hungry?" She looked at Brian, 'You can check them out and then get Jay to show them around, please?" She looked at Amber, "we are gonna need you all to leave your weapons in the house, for tonight, we will give them back if you wanna leave in the morning, and if you want to stay on, and we accept, you will get them back as well." She smiled at them, and stepped to the door, 'Amber, can I speak with you?" She glanced at her as she headed out of the triage room.
Brian listened as the thre explained themselves. They were from all over and each were unique. He could see Amber judging them, and looked to Sarah to see what she would say. When she finally spoke he nodded. "That sounds good. You and Amber can finish talking, I can handle them from here." He looked up fromnwhere he sat. "Okay, next comes the medical portion of our tour. Don't be afraid, I'm a field doctor. If I could get you all to wait out in the hall. I'll conduct a brief medical examination and then you are free to have that tour and find yourself a cot in the barn."
He looked at India, "you want to go first, I'll just ask you a few simple questions, and heal anything that may be broken. Like Tyler's brusing around his face."
Once India followed him in he shut the curtain. "Okay so India was it? From Boston, that's a fair ways away is it not? You have an allergies, or medication you need to be taking? What about any injuries, say a busted leg." He cleared his throat. "Okay now let's cover, bites, scratches, and any infection you might have. Can you roll up your sleeves so I can see your arms. I also need to check shoulders and legs for bites. You can never be to safe." When the women finished he looked at her, "okay amy question right now. I know this is probably a lot to take in, but I'll try and help all I can." After she asked he answred he sent her out the divider.
Brian called in tyler and had him sit on the bed. "Okay Tyler, the unemployed Jack of all trades. You were with Max, he trusts you? He's a good friend of mine, we've been through a lot. Thanks for keeping him and Abby safe for me. If she were to die, or get injured, or would cripple the farm." He got out his note pad, "okay any allergies, and medication you need to be on. Any broken bones. Can I look at that cheek." Tyler leaned forward and Brian felt around the man's eye. "Just swelling, hard to tell at this point, but seems like nothing broken. What hit you?" He wheeled over to the back cupboard and pulled out a thing of pills. Popping two into his had he handed them to Tyler. "These should help with the pain and reduce swelling." Brian leaned back in his chair. "Okay any bites, scratches or sign of infection? I need to examine your arms, shoulders, and legs for bites. Common areas to be bit. I don't see blood, but doesn't mean you didn't change clothes." Once the man was done he smiled, "alrigt any questions? You seem calm, I will help all I can." When Tyler finished asking, and Brian answred he sent the man away.
Brian called in Inola after and had her sit across from him. "Okay Inola, pleasure to meet you. From around here right?" He pulled out his pen and paper. "Any allergies or medication you need to be on. If you are staying then it's good to add to the list." He leaned forward. "So any bites, scratches or sign of infection? We can never be to safe. I will need to check, so if you could show me your arms, shoulders, and legs. I don't see any so you should be good, but I still need to ask." He examined her, "okay any broken bones, or injuries? I know you said you do natural healing. I never understood that, but I'm sure it came in handy. Maybe you have recipes that can help people here. I know we need some remedy for morning sickness." He smiled, "and you're parents are in Charollete? We are actually sending to people there tomorrow on a rescue mission. They are bringing back some people trappe in a church. If you're parents are there maybe the people at the church had seen them. The two we are sending out probably went to bed, but you maybe can ask Amber about it if you see her." When he was done he stood up and leaned on his crutches.
He pulled back the curtain to speak to all three. "Okay so you are good to go. Ask Louis out front for a big bowl of soup. He's the big guy, bigger smile. He can also pour you a drink. Then you three can relax. You'll be staying in the barn across the way. There's cots in there. Find an open one and rest for the night. I'll see you in the morning. And you shouldn't wory, I'm sure the vote will let you stay. The leaders here are understanding."
Post by Amber Wilkinson on Jul 28, 2015 13:44:16 GMT -5
When Sarah coughed and exclaimed they could only stay the night for now. Amber nodded, she knew what Brian meant, he only meant the night. Brian was just being friendly, and didn't always choose his words. But still Sarah was right, the council of leaders here would have to decided before any actual decison was made.
She listened to the three tell their story and lept skills. The one guy, Tyler, he seemed to be a good fit. Amber could tell he was cocky, but he had a good set of skills they could use. If he could actaully strip a car that fast he could work on the wall. If he was good as weapons as he said then she could use him on runs. He had helped Abby and Max out there, and Max seemed to trust him, Amber was sure that would help his case.
The two women had much different skills. The one, India, she said she could hunt, maybe could help Max when he healed. If she needed a bow they had one, Max couldn't use it with his busted arm. She said she could survive in the wild, which wast much help. They weren't living day to day in the wild, they had walls and electricity. She was sure they could did something for her to do is she was allowed to stay.
The other woman Inola, she was a little weird. She spoke as if she was different from them all. Her people, of the Cherokee. She didn't hope this didn't present a problem in the way she interacted with others. She mentioned she had family in Charolette, where her and Charles were going tomorrow. She would look for them if they were still there, but they most likely weren't. From what Thad had said, Charolette was overrun, mostly gone, and picked clean. Inola also mentioned natural remedies and herbs. She didn't know what these would be, but was sure Brian and Dean would be interested in that.
When Sarah spoke she listened. She agreed with the council deciding, but she planned for her and Charles to be gone before everyone else was up. The other d's would have to decide on their own, she would give her opinion before she left though. When Sarah said she wanted to speak to her he followed her out into the hall beside the kitchen. Brian could finish examining them, she didn't have anymore questions for them.
"What is it you wanted to talk about," she asked Sarah, "Is it about the run tomorrow?"
Sarah wasn't sure how to start this, but she was glad Amber was willing to talk to her.
She stared at her for a moment, 'Yes, sort of. Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot. It's hard for me, all this." She glanced around, 'I , Charles and I were a team, for the begining of all this and I am not military, but I wanted to make sure you know, I am supportive." She folded her arms across her waist, 'I know you are leaving tomorrow for a run, that it is a rescue, but I want , think, that in the future, you should talk to all of us. Not make a descion and expect Charles to back you up." Sarah wasn't being rude in anyway, her tone was friendly. She didn't want this to be an argument, she wanted Amber to understand her point of view and vice versa. "I get that those are people you care about, but you should have talked to the group, not decided you were going with or without us, we are supposed to be a team and work together."
Sarah smiled, and looked back down the hall, "That being said, what do you think? I know you are going to be gone, so I want your opinion on them, and I will get Charlie's before Abby, Max and I make a decision about them, If they want to stay, that is."
Post by Amber Wilkinson on Jul 29, 2015 18:20:29 GMT -5
"If it was something else, less urgent then I would have asked everyone to help and their opinion. But we have a small window to work with, and I don't want to miss it," Amber said. "I can tell you when we were rescing you Charles didn't ask for everyone's opinion or talked as a group. He was going with or without anyone. Charles was out the door before we could even leave anyone to watch the farm. We of course helped him, but it's no different. These are my people, who I've been with since the begining. Becky, her fiancé is one of them. Garret and Darius they are my brothers. I had know Darius even before all this. I won't go against your judgement or the farms. I don't expect Charles to back me up all the time either. If Max wasn't injured I would go with him, but he is. This needs to happen." Amber folded her own arms just under her chest. She looked at Sarah, kept a stern gaze. Her tone had been friendly, she smiled to show she didn't mean any harm.
"As for these three. They each have unique skills that I can see working out well for us," Amber said looking back towards the room. There was curtain blocking the view, but she knew Brian was in there examining. "Tyler should stua for sure. He saved Abby and Max. Max seems to trust him, and Max doesn't just trust anyone, he didn't even trust all of us." She bit her lip, "India seems okay, a little closed up. She said she can hunt, until Max is healed we will need that. Inola is a little weird. Her of the Cherokee, and natural remedies. She also seems a little shifty. I don't know much about her remedies, or natural medication. It could all be made up, or it could help us. We need medication, so if she can help then we need it. If I bring back these people tomorrow that will add to our numbers. We will have to weigh the pros and cons. These people im rescuing, only three of them are my men. But Thaddeus, my lead guard, said they have about half a dozen more plus them. We have to weigh space and mouths to feed. If we don't have enough housing, then people have no place to sleep. I think the three of them can stay, for now. If the prevent a problem them we handle it, if not, then we are okay. If I were to out it to a vote, it would be India and Tyler yes, Inola maybe. But we can't kick out one of the girls it wouldn't look right. See what the others say, ask Brian his opinion too. He will want them all to stay, but will be honest."
India did as Brian asked, rolling up her sleeves, then tugging up the legs of her pants. The pants had gotten bigger on her since lack of eating caused her to lose so much weight. She prided herself on her curves before which came from her Hispanic blood, but like everyone else, she felt like she was withering away. She looked around a bit more and looked out the window when he pointed towards the barn. They could sleep there, but something about this place didn't sit right with her. She had no idea why. These people seemed nice enough and when she turned to look at Brian, her mouth opened, but nothing came out. She furrowed her brow and crossed her arms across her chest.
How did these people avoid the hordes of walkers that she had seen moving from the cities into the more rural areas? Then again, she wasn't even sure why she was still alive.
There was only one thing she could say.
"Thank you."
She went in search of the man with the soup as her stomach was clearly rumbling. She couldn't even remember the last real, warm meal she had. Everything was processed food she found in homes and looted stores.
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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