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Tyler drove he junker down the road. In all this he could have any car he wanted, yet he stuck with this one. It was hi before, built it out of every part he could find. It was his, built from the ground up. He loved this thing, his only sense on enjoyment in all this world.
When smoke started to billow from the hood he smacked the dash. "Oh fuck, why you gotta being doing this," he said pulling over to the side. He climbed out and slamme the door. "Fuck I give you everything why you got t'ah quit on me. Keep you fed, clean. Why you have to be like this."
He walked around front and popped the hood, letting the smoke flow out. Coughing he wiped his brow with his bandana he hung around his neck. "Fuck blew a valve. Must be a piece of shit car some where around here."
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Tyler walked down the path of a farm. His bag hin from a shoulder, the trap bouncing as he walked. His revolver was tucked in to his pants and the shotgun clenched in his hands. He saw a single biked parked but didt take notice to it. He walked up the steps and opened the door.
"Hey assholes. Got a tasty snack right here. Single blast of goodness come dine," he called out to the chompers.
When Avery left the farm they drove down the road. He could see the smoke in the sky miles away. It was black, and thick. It was still burning. The fire was fresh someone had just started it. "We go that way," he pointed towards the direction it came from, "chances are that's her, or some other sorry sap."
They drove to the tree line and moved around it. From there he could see vehicles. They looked army. There were women walking around. Some were armed but most weren't. He didn't see any men, but that didn't mean there weren't any. They had guns, he'd need a good plan. "Let's head back. We can decide what to do with our information. We'll tell our friend about what we saw, hopefully he talks then. If he's with them he has to know about that black east of a truck."
Avery walked back to his bike with T. He climbed on his bike, "let's roll out boys." Starting his bike he drove off down the road and back to their farm.
Once there he saw some skinny guy in a musicale shirt enter the house. "Guns up we got company," he said stepping off an rasing his rifle. He looked at the man.
"Easy there friend. Drop the gun and we can solve this. We don't want to have to shoot you," he said watching Smoke come out from a side room. All three of him and his men had their guns raised.
"He could be one of our friends allies. Maybe come looking for him," Smoke said looking at Avery.
"I agree. Bag him and cuff him boys," Avery said smiling, "even if he's not he could be usefull."
Tyler heard the sound of bikes and then the door open behind him. He spun around and raised his gun. "Who the fuck are you," he asked raising a brow.
He heard another guy appear and turned to look at him. All three of the men had guns pointed at him and he swallowed a lump in his throat. He didn't know how to get out of this, but he figured he'd try cooperating.
Tyler raised his one hand but kept the other on the gun. The men were all talking but he didn't know about what, some friend and that he could be an ally.
"Listen I'll just step out. You never have to know I'm here," he said moving to the door.
"You ain't going anywhere. We're taking those guns," Smoke said stepping forawrd, "hand them over."
Tyler heard the man say bag him and looked at them, "hey now I'll give you the shotgun and we can settle this. Don't need to shoot me."
Then he saw the end of rifle his face and he fell. He hit the ground his head knocking off the floor. He rolled back into his side and felt the gun hit him again, then his world went black
Avery didn't like this guy. Something about him annoyed him. He had a face he didn't like, a face he just wanted to punch. he saw the butt of Smoke's gun hit the man's face ad watched him drop. He then saw it again and laugh.
T and him picked the man up underneath he arms and dragged him into the basement. The other guy was still in his spot, appeared to be still knocked out. Fucker annoyed him too, he wanted to cut out his eyes.
Snapping his fingers he got the man's attetnion. "Listen here," he said smirking. "We saw this little farm. The big black SUV. Red semi. Two transport vehicles. Bunch a women. There was also wall being built around. Smoke rose from the back,what were you guys burning."
He could see anger in the man's eyes. Avery stood a few feet away and crossed his arms. T had put zip ties on the other man and now had his gun raised, just incase.
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 19, 2015 12:49:56 GMT -5
Max heard th footsteps coming down the hall. There were three men, all of them. They were dragging something heavt too. Max's mind races to an animal, one they'd release down here with him.
He grunted as he rushed across the room. He placed the board back and let the darkness set in. He walked back to the shelf and sat up sat against the wall. He started putting the cuff back on. It was better they not know he got out, and to think they still had the upper hand.
Three men came down, two hauling another man. They went to work tieing him up. The other, the leader Max had spoken to before approached him.
He listened to the man speak. His blood boiled, the anger in him rising. Max clenched his fist, this had gone to far. There men would die, he'd be sure of it.
"You don't know shit. Thinks finding them make any difference. You can't do shit. You will loose there's no way you get out of this alive," he smirked, "what ever you do you don't live at the end of this. There's only one way you live. You let me go, out the door and leave, while you still have your balls attached."
This man was trully pissing him off. He constantly talked and had no authority. It was like a kid giving him orders. He had the upper hand, he controlled the situation. This man, this weakling, he had no control. He was just a bargaining chip. He was a pawn, used to get what they want. Maybe they'd take all there guns for them, loaded up in that big black mother fucker of a vehicle. If they liked this man, they would hand it over. Otherwise he will die.
Avery spit down at him. He glared. "You don't have anything. I own you. If your firends give a shit about you, they will give in. If they don't we'll kill you. You'll never see this Abby again. You'll never be with her. There's nothing you or your group can do to harm us. We have the upper hand, the power, the control. This Abby, those girls on your farm. We will kill them. If they don't give us your supplies we will kill you, then burn the place to the fucking ground. And there's nothing you can do about it. You're weak, worthless."
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 27, 2015 13:55:55 GMT -5
Max just laughed. This guy hadn't met Charles, or Amber. He was going to die. They had no hope. He warned him and the man didn't listen. Even Sarah and Abby were fighters. They wouldn't let these men walk all over them. The ones from the Releigh group, they would fight, just because they were bad men, the ones like the junkyard.
Max Smirked at the man. He was persostent, a persistence that would get him killed. A persistence that would render him gone. He felt his cuff loosen. They didn't even check if he was still captive. It was this level of careless that would let the farm have the upper hand.
Max lundged forward. His cuff dangling behid him. He wrapped his hands around the man's neck, squeezing down into it. He watched as the life slowly drained from his eyes. He missed this feeling, the feeling of taking a life.
Max saw the other two guys, his lackeys. They pulled him off and he felt a boot in his side. It hurt, hurt a lot. His cuff was attached to the pole, the boot hitting him again. Max just laughed and smirked, these men were Nothing. They would die.
Avery saw the man lunge and felt his hands on his throat. They were squeezing down, the life draining. He looked into the man's eyes, looked at him with panic. This man had taken lives, and enjoyed doing it. He was sicker than himself. This man was one of the sickest people he had met. To enjoy killing like that, have that sparkle in your eye. It made Avery's stomach turn, he didn't like it.
When T and Smoke pulled the man off he gasped for air. Avery never liked killing. Sure he could do it, and not care about the person but he didn't enjoy taking a life. He spat down on the man. If he had it his way no one would die. He didn't want to kill the man. Just take their supplies and leave. They'd never see him again, he'd be gone.
Avery began to walk back up the stairs, T and Smoke following behind him. He locked the door at the top and grabbed his gun. Maybe they were over their head. If this farm was as physiccotic as this man they would die. They'd be best to just cut ties and leave.
"What now," T asked rubbing his beard, "what's the plan boss?"
Those words snapped him back to reality, "I have a plan, but it's going to take some time. We wait for the right time, then we strike. Take the one guy, not the fucked up arm kid, the other one. We use him as a trade, make pretend he's one the other. If we get the supplies we ride out of here. If not we say we meet back and bring the other. Simple as that. We just need to get ready. T I need you to find a van, don't care what kind just to transport the hostage. We also need bags to carry their supplies and to hide the face of our friend. After that we Also need to set up a meet point, Smoke I want you to find a town. There's a small one not far from here. Find a sniper point, see if you could get a good shot. Has to have to entrances and cover for us if we go south. If need be place some cars as a gate and as cover."
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 28, 2015 11:45:34 GMT -5
Max tugged on the chain on his hand and felt his muscles straining. He pulled on the chain, trying to make it snap. He could easily have made another shim, unhooked the cuffs and be free again, but he didn't need to. As soon as the three men were up the stairs he spit something out.
It was a key. He grabbed it from the leader when he grabbed him. Took it from his inner vest pocket. Max brought it up to the ciffs and unhooked it from the wall and his arm. His eyes set on the man across the room. He was prisoner like him, Max could use him to escape.
Standing up he wobble under the weight of his leg. The pain was intense. He could move around the shelves but if he walked on his own he'd collapse under the weight. He is weak. Based on his guess it had been over twelve hours since he left. The day was almost over, a new day starting. As he inched fowar he pulled the wood from the wall. It was dark outside, night falling on the fields. Moonlight shone in, barely lighting the area.
Max knelt down next to the man. Snapping his fingers he tried to wake him. When the other man came to, Max barely dodged his fist.
"Easy I'm on you side. These men took me too," he said leaning against the wall, "now we need to work together if you want to get out of here alive."
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 May 19, 2015 18:30:07 GMT -5
Smoke pulled up at the farm. He shut the bike off and ran inside. "T let's move. The farm killed Avery. Let's kill the hostages and disappear. Fuck his plan and leave." He said moving inside.
T stood up from his seat and rushed towards door, "what do you mean Avery's dead? They killed him? We need to fight back."
Smoke looked at his comrade, "we kill the fuckers down stairs, that's pay back enough."
"Fair enough lets go."
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Dean woke up with a gasp when Abby smacked him. He sat up and quickly stood. His face swelled and he looke at Abby. "Lead the way," he said through a swollen mouth. He followed her through the trees, barely able to see from his right eye.
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Max hear the bike pull up and moved back his spot. He sat down across from the other captive and looked at him. The door opened and the two thugs came in.
"Where's your ring leader? Not man enough to us," he smirked.
"He's dead, like you two fucker will be," Smoke said walkig toward him. He pulled the gun an pushed it against Max's head, "now watch as T blows your friends fucking brains."
Abby burst through the treeline. Once the engine noise had quit, she followed the smoke. Her eyes took a look around. An old farm house. Of course Max would have a look around for supplies. She figured these bastards found him and had done God knows what to him.
Dean was behind her, Abby looked at him and then moved forward. " MAX!!!!" She ran towards the house, gun in one hand, bat in the other. He was in there, she knew he was. "MAX!!!" She ran up the porch and up to the door. She headed inside and started looking room to room. He had to be here, but so was that other guy.
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 May 20, 2015 10:18:49 GMT -5
Dean huffed and puffed as he came in behind her, "one other, at least," he wheezed through his bruises, "another bike out front." He held his gun in one hand, but had left the pipe alone. He didn't need it, it would slow him down. He looked around the rooms, "they could be upstairs? Or in the barn."
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Max heard Abby call his name and a smile came to his face. "My friends are here asshole. Wait till Pres gets a fucking hold of you," he laughed. He looked up at the ceiling, "Allstar, down here," he called.
"Shut the fuck up," Smoke yelled, smacking the gun across his face, "T go check it out."
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T pulled away from the other guy and moved toward the door. He held a gun in his hand, a rifle, automatic. He opened the door slowly, aiming the gun at whoever would come down, "we have your friend captured. Gun to his head. Best beat the fuck off."
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When the other guy left Max saw his oppourtunity to strike. He threw his shoulder into the guy holding a gun to his head. His leg ached as he rocked the other guy to the ground. He through a punch at him then wrapped his hands around his throat. He pressed down on it, squeezing the air from his lungs.
Two, Dean said two as she moved from the living room to the kitchen. She sat down the bat and held her gun in both hands. He could be right. They might not be in here. Then she heard Max's voice! Her head snapped over to a open door at the back of the kitchen.
Dean was there now, with her. They heard the male voice telling them to beat it. It wasn't that Ian guy, sounded different , so Dean was right. There was two. They had said they had their friends. Back in the woods. Who the hell else did they have? The voice was close, like on the steps she assumed was beyond that door.
Abby glanced at Dean. What do they do? They lie." Bitch please, just give this up and come out. Ain't no way you're walking outta here, we got the place surrounded." She lied, make them think they were outnumbered." Come on out, we will let you live." She gripped the gun tight.
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 May 20, 2015 11:04:00 GMT -5
"If we ain't walking out of here then we're going to kill your friends," T yelled out, spitting as he did, "gut him and leave him a walker to rot for you. Least we go out fighting bitch." He couldn't see her, but he stood in the door, if she came by then he could shoot. T was a quick shot, it would be nothing for him.
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Max say the life depleting in the man's eyes. Smoke's hands came up to claw him. The man dug into his leg, causing Max to scream out in pain but he kept crushing the man. He wasn't going to stop till he was dead.
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Dean moved toward the door, "he's over there, a diffenet one then in the woods," he said pointing to the door. He walked forward as a shot went off. The bullet the tore through and Dean dropped to the ground. He groaned and held the shoulder, blood pooling under his hand. He put pressure on the wound, moving out of the way of fire.
Abby moved over to Dean. She wanted to help him. She unzipped his pack and grabbed a handful of ABD pads and pressed them against the wound and placed his hand over it," fucker is blocking the door" she hissed and stared at Dean," you gonna be ok? " she couldn't go and get help. They would kill all of them. It would take too long. Abby leaned in to Dean," distract that asshole, there has to be another way in, windows, something, like our cellar on the farm."
Abby rose and went quietly from the kitchen. She went out the front door and started walking the edge of the house. She saw a small window and looked through. She couldn't see shit. The pane was filthy and it was too dark. She rose and kept going coming to a set of angled up double doors." Gotch you bastard." She whispered and very slowly she raised one of the doors, just enough to squeeze her body in. A set of wooden steps greeted her. Just like at their farm. No light and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust.
She could hear Dean taunting the guy near the steps leading into the house. She edged around the room. She was piled everywhere. She spotted aan in a chair, but didn't see Max. She heard something, scuffling sounds. She came around a few boxes and saw Max ontop of Ian. Her heart skipped a beat. He had him by the throat.
Abby pulled a knife from her pack and moved forward. She camp down full force, through the eye. Her own eyes locked with Max. She placed a finger to her lip. She still had to deal with the other one. Abby tiptoed towards the step, and the. In one quick movement, rounded the walls and fired. She ducked back, unsure if she hit h or not. Either way, she was down here and Dean was up top, bitch was done.
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 May 20, 2015 20:32:22 GMT -5
Dean moved toward the wall across from the door. He took his gun and fired a shot. It hit the door frame as he ducked in cover again. He would keep this up as long as he could, his shoulder burning.
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Max heard the door behind him open. It had been locked before, shelves blocking it. He turned and looked seeing a female shape coming down. He turned back to the man beneath him. The man's life ha slipped, eyes lifeless. He saw the blade come down and rolled back. Blood hit his face and he stared up at Abby. He smiled and watched her turn the corner and shoot.
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T felt a bullet go by from his shoulder, narrowly missing him. Another came from the front. He heard the click of a gun, the man in hall, and rushed forward. He smashed into him and ran to the door. His steps echoed on the way out as he ran for his bike.
Abby ran up the stairs hearing the man going that way. She heard the sound of him pushing into Dean, and his feet trailing to the front door. She hot the top and looked at Dean," you okay?" She knew gun shots, a lot of noise would attract the dead. She debated just letting them go and helping Max and the other guy out of here. She started at Dean," Max is hurt and the other guy down their too." She helped Dean up and went to the front door," go check them and I will keep watch." Abby heard the sound of the engine, and stood in the house just beyond the front door. That's right asshole, run.
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 May 22, 2015 10:04:00 GMT -5
"Will do," Dean said picking hinself up, "see if there's another vehicle or car out front. If both are badly hurt we won't be able to carry them, we could barley carry one." He held onto his shoulder, blood forming around and under the bandage. He climbed the stairs down and looked at Max. "Okay, what are your injuries," Dean asked. If it was any other person he'd just check himself, but knew Max could assess his wounds.
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Max looked at Dean as he came down. 'Great, least they brought a doctor. Please tell me they have the knight out front,' he thought to himsle as Dean spoke. "Legs shot, just a flesh wound, can barely walk on it tough," Max said looking at the young doctor, "besides that just bruises. We need to get out of here though. Sinners will be coming."
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Dean crouched low, he could see the blood on Max's pants, it was dried though, not fresh. "You wound's not bleeding anymore?"
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"I put tape over it, sealed it up," Max said, "didn't know how long I was going to be here."
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"There's nothing I can do till we get back," Dean spoke, "let's get you up and back home." He looked at the other guy, "what about you, what's your wounds? Can you stand." Dean walked over, cut the guys ties and pulled him, "you look fine, don't see any open cuts or abrasions. Go up and help Abby, I'll get Max up and out."
Tyler couldn't believe waht was going on. There was shouting, gunfire, the man who sat across from him was choking the big guy. He heard the bike engine, not doubt they one guy with the goatee was fleeing.
A girl came down and then left after goatee. Then a younger man came down, he looked like a model, and immediately went to as the other tied up man questions. Apparently he and the girl were both from the man's camp, and the model guy was a doctor.
Once the doc walked over to him Tyler answred his questions, "yeah, I'm not that fucked up. My ribs heart, and my face is bruised. Worse of all is my pride." He felt his hands go free and stood. "I can walk."
Tyler followed the orders given to him and ran upstairs, grabbing Smoke's gun as he ran by. At the top he walked toward the young woman who was down the stairs earlier.
"Easy, don't shoot," he said alerting himself behind her, "I was tied up with your friend." He walked to the front door, "your friends suggest we leave. You have a car? Biters will be here soon. These guys had fire power, took mine too."
Abby whirled around, gun aimed at the man. She lowered it slowly, as she recognized him from the cellar. She stared at him," what happened here?" She held the gun down, by her hip and moved around the main room. She kept looking away Tyler," so you just showed up here and weren't with these people? How did you get here?" She was trying to think of how to get them back to the farm.
Abby stopped and looked into the kitchen. Her hard edge wavered as she saw Dean help Max up from the cellar. God he looked like hell. No way he or Dean could walk back. She glanced at Dean," he alright?" She ran a hand through her hair," we can't stay here and you two can't make the trip back without drawing every near sinner to you." She sighed," I can make the run, come back with the Knight." She walked over to Max," you alright?" She eased in and kissed him," you are lucky I love you and came looking for you." She grinned at him.
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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