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Max walked through the woods on the outskirts of the farm. He cut between trees and branches, having to duck and dodge as he moved along. There was still snow in some of the forrest floor, places where the sun didn't shine. Max had to push through it and just kept going. His snares were just ahead.
When he reached the snares he crouched low near them. They were a simple trap, one he used as a kid when he would hunt. It was meant to catch rabbits or squirrels, the rope would trap them and tighten them. It was dangerous as it would lour sinners but if it was lucky they would have a decent payout.
Max left the snare and stood up. He moved onto the next one. His boots crunched on the ground as he moved through the trees. He looked around as he moved to the next snare. His rifle was on his back and handgun in his belt. He could feel the machete, the straps pulling and adding weight on his shoulders.
A sinner was just in front of him, crouched low over the snare. It was eating soemthing tearing into it. Max pulled his machete and moved forward. He chopped down on its head, watching the skull split and blood spray out. He kicked it down and ripped the blade out.
Max ax wiped the blade on his jeans and kept it at his side. He was starting to regret the snare and quickly chopped the one he was at. placing the machete back he moved on to check the next few snares, hoping the next wouldn't end with a sinner.
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Max moved along the ground, moving towards the next snare. As he reached the next one he yanked it up. The was no Sinner in sight so it made it easy. Attached to the snare was a squerrel. It was untouched by nature, it's neck snapped by the struggle. Having been there only a day it was fresh. Max cut the snare and tied it to belt, letting the rodent dangle.
As he moved to the next one he kept his machete out and ready. He moved faster, his shoulders only burning slightly. He could push past the pain, the fresh air being better for him than back at the farm. It felt good to clear his head, let what happened just roll off. He didn't even think about it, just kept going.
At the next snare was another squirrel. Max repeated the process, cutting it and attaching the snare to his belt. That was two thig of meat they could use. Maybe not much but in the stew it would be enough.
That was the last of snare. Max looked up at the sky. He had worked fast just covering that stretch in under and hour. There was still one thing he wanted to check on before he went back. A farmhouse in the area. Amber and Georgia mentioned the past it on the way to their run. It was close he could get ther scavenge for supplies and head back just in time for dinner.
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Keeping to the road was the easiest to find the farm house. It would turn off eventually, leading him right up the drive. The ground was also even here, unlike the forest where logs and twigs and snow lined the ground. He could move faster, the rifle slapping agaisnt his back as he hurried along.
Max had his machete still out a he turned down the dirt road to get to the house. He slowed his pace and kepts his eyes open for anything around. It was quiet, peaceful, though giving an ere atmosphere. He continued along, the cawing of a crow in the distance. He didn't know what startled it or if it was just his footsteps echoing on the gravel. The bird sat on a fence post ahead. If he had his bow it would have been dead, he could have killed I silently and quickly. Max wasn't willing to risk the sound of a gun shot over a simple bird. He's rather come back with just the two rodents over fightings sinners.
Max climbed the steps and slowly pushed the door of the farmhouse open. It was quiet here too, no sound, just his footsteps and breathing.
"anyone home," he asked lookin around, "any thing going to eat me today."
Not hearing any answer to the call, from dead or alive, he moved inside. Max quickly rushed into the kitchen and began pulling open cupboards. Inside he pulled out boxes and packages, tossing them on the table.
after looting all the cupboards he stepped and looked at his find. There was some powdered milk, half a contaner full, three packages on dried noodles, a package of expired rice crispy treats, and sleeve or crackers.
Max stepped towards the fridge and pulled it open. Nearly doubling over and puking at the smell he blinked a few times. It burned his eyes. He looked inside. Most was rotten food, long since spoiled at the lack of power. He pulled out a sealed container or orange juice and a thing of pickled garlic. The rest was unusable.
Max placed the two things from the fridge in the table and went to go search the rest of the house. If he was lucky th pantry would be full. He also needed a bag to carry all his finds.
From outside he heard the roar of bikes. They wer loud and he'd know the sound anywhere. Max froze in his tracks, moving toward a window to check the sounds. Bike meant people, people meant he'd need a gun. Reaching for his gun he eyed three men, all fully loaded and looking like they were ready to kill.
Avery had been travelling hours down the road. With his bike beneath him he lead his men. Smoke and Travis followed behind creating a V formation. They did this more for show, it's how the rode before and how they would ride now. In perfect formation, nothing was broken, not ever.
"Farm up ahead on the right," Smoke called out, reving his chopper.
"Alright let's move boys, we can rest there for tonight. The group had said Releigh. That's a decent drive for tomorrow, don't need to push ourselves," Avery said turning his bike down the driveway and coming to a stop. "Let's keep our eyes open for biters. They may be lurking am not know we're here."
The men climbed off their bikes and all grabbed their assault rifles. "Raise them up. Shoot anything that snaps and drools," he said moving up the steps.
Pushing open the door Avery moved inside. "Alright Smoke up the stairs. I'll get the cellar and Travis this floor. Let's move fast clear and meet back here."
The other two men nodded and moved along. Smoke jogged up the steps and started sweeping the rooms. Travis moved along the hall, gun raised and in front of him.
Avery opened the door to the cellar and took the stairs down. He slowly climbed them down, going into the darkness. "Can't see shit down here," he yelled back up to the others.
"Live one here," Travis yelled back, "living room meet up."
Avery quickly hurried back and with Smoke joined Travi as his side. The man ha his gun raised at another man, this one with a broken arm an black eye. He looked beaten and weak.
Avery just laughed and leaned on the wall, "well, well, well. What do we have here. Looks like you picked the wrong house to camp down in. Really wrong house."
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Max saw the three men come in and imediatly split off. They seemed organized, clear they had done this before. They all looked tough, Max didn't want to have to fight them, not like this.
with his handgun still drawn he kept it raised, it only had four shots left, but the rifle was full. His plan was to sneak by when they went through and leave out the door. He would have to leave the food he found, but at least he would be safe.
once the man past in the hall Max quickly moved into the living room. He inched closer to the hall with the doorway outside. From the corner of his eye he saw one of the men come in and raise their gun. He called for the others.
'fuck,' was all max thought as he kept the gun raised. Two more men appeared, all with their guns raised. If someone else had gone with him they could get the upper hand, kill them from behind. But he was alone, and now at a loss.
he listened to the man speak and just smirked. Max didn't buy the big tough guy act. They weren't larger than him. If it was a fare fight he would have a chance, but he really doubted it would come to that.
"why don't you just move on. Was here first, the house is mine. You and your friends can just turn and leave. Get the fuck out of here," Max said gun still raised. He couldn't just kill them, he wasn't fast enough to take three men and pout blank. The other two would gun him down before he even pulled the trigger a second time.
Avery looked at Max as he spoke. The man was demanding and obviously stupid. He didn't have the upper hand but acted like he did. This made Avery laugh, the kid didn't have shit.
"No we won't leave. That's not going to happen. What we will do is take that gun there. We'll take the food you have tied to your belt. Then we'll take those boots and that jacket, Travis is getting cold at night. After we've taken all your food and guns and ammo, we will then leave. After that you're free to take what ever's left. Maybe eat the couch or a pillow."
He smiled and reached out his hand. "Come on hand it over. Place the gun in my hand and turn around. We don't want to kill you, honestly we don't. We'd rather you just hand us the stuff and and give up this act."
He glared at Max, the gun of his two companions still drawn and ready to kill. "That doesn't mean we won't though. If you fight back we'll be force to put you down like the dog you are. We'll then take the stuff off your corpse and leave. So we either get your gear with you alive or dead. You choose, but be smart about it."
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
"Fuck that," Max yelled, "you're going to get the fuck out. Leave the house now!" He was getting angry, needed a kill. These men would do, but not at once. He still wasn't giving his guns, that wouldn't happen.
Max didn't shoot, but was going to cooperate either. These men said they'd only kill if he fought back, an he wasn't going to fight back.
"I said get the fuck out," Max said again, gun still raised.
"Wrong move Asshole," Avery said narrowing his brow. "I told you friend we didn't want to kill you. But you forced out hand. Now we have to. Way to go I was hoping we could have solved the peacefully, without the bloodshed."
Avery raised his gun and placed against Max's stomach. "Remember you could have just gave it up," he said squeezing the trigger.
"Move him downstairs," he said when the man dropped.
Avery brought his boot down on Max's head, one big stomp to knock him unconscious. "Grab the supplies and create a fire here in the room. We can take shifts watching our friend. If he turns then kill him."
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Max glared at the man, "go to hell," he spat hitting the mans face. He narrowed his eyes and set his stance, ready for the men to make the first move.
He felt the gun against his stomach and pushed forawrd. His shoulder hit the man and knocked him back. Then he heard the shot.
The bullet had gone strsight down his leg, scraping along his thigh and into his foot. If he hadn't have acted then he would have died. They were actually going to kill him, and he knew it.
Max fell to the groud and heard a scream. He didn't even realise it was escaping from his own lips till he saw the boot above him. It hit collided with his head, hard and fast. Before he knew it his world went black,
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
When max awoke he clutched his head. It hurt, throbbing as he sat in the dark. He couldn't see anything, the only source of light a small beam coming through a window on the far wall.
He went to move and groaned at th pain in his leg and foot. He couldn't see how bad it was but by the pain he had a could guess. His pants seemed to be sticking to his leg, the blood gluing the two together.
He went to pull his arm back so he could start crawling out but it was yanked back. He was cuffed to something, left to be die here. He couldn't get out, he was trapped. The cuff was high up on his arm, around where his cast ended. He couldn't even brake his hand to slip it off.
Max laid back and put his non wounded foot against the wall. Pulling back on the chain it strained are pressure but didn't break. He appeared to be Attached to a shelving unit, the weight of the items on it to heavy to pull it down.
He reached for his weapon, that's right his weapons were gone. They had taken them. I've realized then that he wasn't wearing jacket or boots. The fucker did take them. He pulled on the chain again, not even threatening to snap.
He laid back defeated and to weak to pull his hand off. He reached with his good arm into the box and pulled it off. The box clattered to the floor spilling its contents all around him.
Max searched through the pile feeling the items. Something soft, a cloth or shirt, or pillow case, he couldn't tell. Something hard and plasticy in a rectangle shape, a pictur frame or mirror maybe. He reached around again, a pair of scissors, and some needles and thread. Must have been a sewing box.
Avery heard a crash from down stairs and smiled, "seems our friends is awake boys. I'm going to gonsay hi. You two stay here. Keep the fire going, those squirrels are starting to smell good."
He stood up from where all three men sat around the fire. He walked down the hall, his boots echoing on the wood. When he reached to door to go down stairs he ripped it open and climbed down.
At the bottle he smiled and looked at Max, "easy there partner. Don't want you hurting yourself. See we kept you alive. No not to torture you or make you die slowly. We kept you alive cause we want information."
He crouch low so he was at Max's level. He saw the stuff scattered on the floor and grabbed the scissors. "You see," he said moving them over Max's bad leg, "while you were out we heard you calling. At first we were shocked cause you were out cold but aparently you went from being out cold to just having a nap. Anyway while you were out you called for someone. Abby who is she. Don't say some bitch from before all this or a long dead sister. You don't call for someone after they've been dead for two years. Plus that cast is fresh, fresher than normal. Now I doubt you put it on yourself as you're not a doctor, you don't hold yourself like one. You have a look in your eyes, the same look as me, look of a killer."
He stabbed the scissors down into Max's leg, twisting them. "Now who the fuck is Abby."
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Max heard footsteps, 'good the fuckers are still here', he thought to himself. He smiled as he waited for them to get closer. he saw the door fling open and the light from upstairs pour into the room. It exposed everything.
He was in the basement and there were shelves everywhere. All lined with boxes and other junk. He was attached to the farthest shelf and against the far wall. There was a window adjacent from him but either than that it was Bare.
He saw the man come down and glared. The sick fuck wanted information then he'd give him some. Tell him how he was going to gut the fucker and strangle his friends with his intestines.
Max listened to the man speak an nearly fell back. He had called for Abby. He didn't even remember it. He wouldn't harm her, he wanted her safe. They knew about her, but that was it. They weren't getting any information from him.
"I'm not telling you shit," Max spat. He felt the scissors go into his leg and he screamed out. He just gritted his teeth and looked at the man, "nothing you can do will make me tell. Not a thing."
"Why do you do that," Avery asked ripping the scissors out, "why do you always say the wrong thing. You provoke me and then I'll get angry. You won't want that. I asked a question and you refuse to answer me. "You're starting to make impatient, I don't like that."
Avery brought the scissors over Max's neck. "I could kill you here and now, and I should but you need to tell me first. There's a few appendages you don't need to talk. It would be a shame if you lost them. See I don't want cut off your fingers or chop off your dick but I will if you keep refusing to answer me."
he sighed, "now I'll ask again who the fuck is Abby?"
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Max smirked when the guy brought the scissor to his neck. "Do you really think this scares me. You just admitted you need me alive. I don't need to tell you shit, cut off anything you want I still won't talk. I'm not giving away her location, and never will. So why don't you just go fuck yourself and your two assholes upstairs," Max yelled.
While he was talking he had broken the mirror. It shattered on his fingers cutting into them. Taking a hold o a piece of glass he held it ready, like a blade of a knife.
With the man inches away he brought it up toward his face, cutting at his cheeks. It bled, blood leaking down. He then kicked the man away and stabbed his leg with the glass. Breaking it off inside he laughed and spat on the man.
"Let's see you chop something off again asshole. I'm still not telling you shit. So you best move the fuck on."
Avery felt the glass hit his cheek. It cut deep right along his mouth. It would leave a nasty scar but he could get past it. Then he felt max kick his chest and knock him to the ground. The wind was knocked out of him and he gasped for air.
He he felt the shard go into his leg and then saw Max break it off. He yelled out and brought his hands to it. Slowly he rose to his feet, favouring his good leg.
"You bitch I'll end you," he screamed as he brought his foot down on Max's leg. He then swung his foot forward kicking him hard in the stomach.
"now tell me who and where Abby is," Avery glared down at the man, "or I'll remove your arm. You don't need it." Avery stomped on Max's leg again. "Unless you want to tell me now."
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Post by Max Rivers on Apr 10, 2015 12:21:00 GMT -5
Max felt the man stomp on his leg and then felt the swift kick to the stomach. The leg hurt but the man had used his weak foot to kick him. It would bruise but nothing was broken from what he could tell. Then the man crushed his leg again. Pain shot through the entire limb and Max pulled it back. He glared at the man.
"Do it end me. You won't I know it," he laughed as reached for more glass. There was only small shards left, not enough to damage. He looked for the scissors but didn't find any.
As max looked up he saw the bott coming to his face. The. His world went black, again.
Avery had enough of this guy. He kept talking and just wouldn't quit. He hineslyy don't want to hurt him, that wasn't the goal. Sure he would if he had to but it wasn't a want. He didn't enjoy killing him, didn't even enjoy handcuffing him. It had to be done. In this world it wa take and steal. You were either the person stealing or the person being stole from, and Avery wasn't going to be stole from.
he brought his bott down on Max's face. It was the leg the man had stabbed and he screamed out. He forgot about it, something he'd have to take precaution from now on. avery turne and slowly began to walk back to the stairs.
he climbed the stairs and when he was at the top he came into the room with his men. "Alright boys, pretty boy wouldn't talk. So we have to do it another way. Obviously he ame from somewhere, he admitted that there was a location of this girl. Now he couldn't have came far, as he wasn't staying here, and had to return to her. Based on the time we found him I say he was gone three to four hours at the time we caught him. That means the neighbouring farms or a camp in the woods. Now T and I will go on our bikes. We'll scout out the area and make our way back here when we find it. From there we'll plan what we do next," Avery said pausing and grabbing his gun, "smoke you nee to watch the fucker. He's not going anywhere and will survive without food and water. Just keep him isolated down there. Doors locked to go down so he can't even get out of the cuffs come off. You need to watch incase his friends show up or he manages to come up here some how. Shoot him and anyone you see."
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Post by Max Rivers on Apr 10, 2015 21:36:22 GMT -5
Max awoke for a second time in the basement. It wasn't as dark as the first time but he still couldn't see. His arm was still chained to the shelf, the cuff at his arm. These men obviously weren't that bright, the one who cuffed him at least.
He saw the beam of light shine through the window. Max leaned forward and searched around for the items he knocked down earlier. His hand clutched the pair of scissors and the cloth.
He brought the scissors to his cast, it was stiff, hardened. He couldn't peel it off, but he may be able to cut it. It was his bad hand but he could manage. He brought the scissors to where it started at his hand. Max pressed the scissors down and they didn't budge. They usually used saws to cut this off. It would either take hours to get out or he needed another solution.
Max's mind raced through the possible outcomes. He could pick away at it, hit a soft part and hope it broke through. Amputating his arm would work, it would hurt and take just as long. It wasn't possible to slip it off and the pins were to hard to bend and pick the lock. He might be able to jam the scissors in between the teeth and the locking mechanism, jimmy it loose, if it was wide enough.
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Post by Max Rivers on Apr 11, 2015 16:25:56 GMT -5
Max looked at the scissors. They weren't thin enough to get the cuffs off. He needed another way or another object to fit in. The pins were to small and the glass would break.
He reached up, stretching his arm to the shelf above him. Slowly he dug around for any object of use. He found a box and edged it closer to the edge. Carefully taking it off, so he didn't make noise like last time, he set it before him. The box was a hard plastic, and inside were glass bottles and cans. Cans, he could use the cans.
Grabbing the aliminum can he yanked one out and stabbed th scissors into it. Slowly he cut out a small piece, rectangle in shape. He folded it up so it was as thick as a credit card and took a breath. This would work as long as it didn't break. He could use this as a shim and escape.
Max placed it between the teeth and the locking mechanism. It was difficult with one hand but if he was carefult enough he could manage. Tighting the cuff, he pushed the shin and and watched the cuff spring free. He yanked back his arm and watched the cuff dangling from the shelf.
He crawled back from the wall he looked at the cloth. Max took scissors and cut of the leg of his pants, from just above the knee down. It revealed what looked like a cut all the way down. He needed to see it up, but needed disinfectant first.
Slowly he rose, using the shelf to balance his weight. He could barely stand, the pain in his leg and foot killing him. He could walk along the shelves using them for support, but he neede to see first.
Max shuffled across the room, leaning on shelves and favouring his good leg. Once ate window he pulled off the wooden plank coverig it and looked outside. There were bars on the windows, making it so no one could get in or out. But at least he could see.
Max turned around and assessed the items on the shelves, most were items he couldn't use but a few already had a use. He walked along the shelves and started collecting items, palcing them in a pile where he left the cuffs.
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Post by Max Rivers on Apr 12, 2015 12:32:33 GMT -5
Max set down a roll of ducttape where he sat on the wall. It was one of the only usefull things he found down here. The rest were pots and pans or old books. He could use them in the long run but for now they were of no use to him.
He did manage to find a box of some bottles of wine. They were old, poorly made. To vinegary and nearly made him vomit, but he needed fluids. Uncorking the bottle beside him he spit it across the room and took a sip. He made a sour face at its taste. No knowing how much blood he lost he needed the drink. The bleeding had stopped on its own, which was not a good sign.
Taking the ducktape he cut a long strip and placed it along the wound. He didn't want to sew it up, would leave that for Brian or Dean. It might not have even been the right procedure, he didn't know. He did know the tape would seal the wound and stop the dirt from getting in. He didn't disinfect it, again leaving that for the actual doctors.
Beside him say a box. He looked through it, dumping out the empty cans and bottles. Placing the tape, scissors, pins, thread, and cloth inside he placed it back on the shelf. He could hide it, if anyone came down.
Listening carefully he could hear footsteps. They were far away and clunked along the ground. It was a differnt man than before, an only one set of steps. He guessed this man was on watch. Max wouldn't be able to kill them, he needed a gun. The scissors were to slow, and in his shape he wouldn't last.
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