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Tyler didn't even react when the girl turned around and aimed her gun at him. He expected it, they were all on edge. He held the bad guys gun and aimed it out the door. He moved toward the kitchen and grabbed his bag they had taken from him. He set it down, "there's an assault rifel and shotgun in there." He tucke the hadngun in his belt ad picked up his shotgun.
"I walked in the front door and they attacked me," he said, "clubbed me with their guns, took my shit and then tie up with your friend. Ask him, he hear it all."
He saw the doc lead the man up the stairs and to them. Tyler looked at them, "shit, you gave them hell. I pussied out and they just took me." He looked at the two bikes. "My car broke down out down the road. It blew the engine. Left it here and came to look for parts." He moved down, "I could stay and watch them if you run back. Or I could run with you."
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 24, 2015 21:16:52 GMT -5
Dean pulled Max up an together they moved up the stairs. He grunted in pain at each step on his leg. They went through the door and Max leaned on the wall at the top. Max looked at Abby, felt her at his side.
Dean looked forward, "he'll live, for now. For what he's gone through he's lucky. I temporarily fixed it, can't asses it and fix it fully till we're back. No arguing that. We need to move and get him home."
Max looked at her, "we can take the bikes," he said, "there's one. Me and Dean will ride back, Tyler and you can walk back. I tru.." He trailed off as she kissed him. He wanted nothing more then to just melt into her, but he held himself up. "I trust him. He was held captive with me. Put up a fight before, they beat him in front of me."
Max looked back, "or you could leave, I could hold off any Sinner with Dean till you come back in the SUV or Humvee." He looked on, "what ever we decide needs to be done soon."
Abby didn't like the idea of leaving him. He was right though, he needed to get back quickly. Her eyes glanced to the new man, Tyler. " alright, you and Dean ride that bile back." She looked at Dean," you be alright to do that?" She pointed to his shoulder." It should be about a ten minute ride, not long." She glanced at the other man," you and I will head back through the trees, be safer than running the road." She grabbed her hear and headed for the front door. She just wanted to get back and get Max checked out, and have Deans shoulder tended to.
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 nodded along with Dean. Together they walked down the steps and to the bike. Max winced with each step and clung to Dean. When they reached the bikes Max swung on and Dean climbed on behind him. "Never Riden double before," Max said with a smirk, "we'll keep our balance though." He looked back at Abby and Tyler, "is there any supplies you want us to take lighten your load?" Tyler handed him the duffle bag and Dean placed it on his back. After a short while Max looked at Abby, "my hunting rifle and revolver should be inside, along with my pack from the farm. Can you bring it back." Max started the bike and revels the engine. He pushed off and took down the road, leaving a trail of dust as he did. He heads straight do the farm, going down the main road past an old junker car and another bike.
Tyler was surprised Max would leave him with the girl. He didn't know the man well, they only spoke briefly while tied up. He knew his name and the skills he had, which were a lot. Tyler also learned the bikers plans and how they thought he was with him. Made him chuckle at first, think if he'd been with him he's have called for him like the doc and the girl. The bikers weren't the birghtest, that was for sure. He was glad that two out of the three were dead. It calmed him. There was still one out there, but goatee had been the milder out of the three.
He heard Max ask if he wanted to take any of the packs and quickly put the guns into the duffle bag. He zipped it up and handed it to the doc who pulled it on. As he did he listened to the man talk, and watched how he looked at the girl. As he took off down the road Tyler leaned on the wall and turned to Abby. "So me and you. Names Tyler, think you heard that. Talked to your boyfriend. He explaine the camp you came from."
Tyler turned and began to walk back to the kitchen. There he saw a small black bag and a hunting rifle. He pulled on the gun and reached for the revolver. He handed it to Abby, grip first as he looked at the table. Food covered it, cans and bags of various things. Tyler quickly stuffed it in the bag and looke at the floor. Burn marks covered it, a half eaten squirl in the middle. "Max did say they took everything of his. Even the animals he cought in the traps."
Abby watched the guy,Tyler, as he moved around gathering things up. "Abby," she said when he gave his name again. She listened as he spoke. She seemed a bit preoccupied. Those guys were exactly what was wrong with this new world. Like Sarah says, they have a choice, and those men chose to be evil. She sighed and glanced at him," seems like the traps worked, though." She gave a sarcastic little chuckle. " we should keep our eyes out for more squirrels caught on the way back."
Abby didn't want to show weakness , not now. She ran a hand through her hair and blinked to keep the tears back. The smell of the food, she hadn't noticed til now and she bolted to the door and threw up over the railing. She took a bottle of water an rinsed her mouth and spit. Leaning against the railing she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand," gonna be a long nine months, if this keeps up." She saw a building back from the house. " you think we should check that she'd for tools, weapons?" She glanced back to the door.
"Abby huh? Nice name," he said as pulled on the bag. He tied it tight, making sure the machete in its sheath weren't poking him in the back. He looked around for anymore items he could take. He found a few bottles of water other canned food in some saddle bags which he threw over his shoulder. As he walked out of the living room and kitchen he saw Abby bolt for the door.
Tyler quickly followed her, only to see her puke and hear her comment. He looked at her, putting his hands behind his head. He let out a sigh and came up to the railing beside her.
"Eh you alright," he asked, "not infected? I heard of a common flu killing someone, changing them. It was messed up. You going to be alright though?"
He tucked his thumbs in the belt loop of his jeans and watched her look at the shed. "The bikers weren't here long. Apparently Max was here before them. So may not be weapons, least not theirs. But tools, which can be used as weapons. Sure we can look. We have all day. We ain't wounded and the bikers can't get us both. Your friend and the doc will be fine, they're the hurt ones."
Abby glanced at him," a flu , turning people? For real?" She started moving down the steps," I'm not sick, I'm pregnant, so you don't have to worry about me trying to bite your face off or anything like that." She started to move across the yard, towards the shed. " yea, anything is better than going back empty handed, especially all you and Max went through with those guys." She stood holding her gun, and pulling out a flashlight." You can open the door, I can go first."
"Well people died from the flu before all this. Look at that swine flu," Tyler said pulling the revolver from his belt. It was the one Abby had when she first met Max, the one Max now used for his daily weapon. He held it in both his hands as he walked toward the shed. His bag swayed and the rifle bounced. He reached the shed, "so if the flu can kill before, imagine it now."
He pulled it open and nothing put dust flew out. It was dark in there, except sunlight streaming through the cracks. He stepped in and looked around. There was fire wood stacked up, already chopped, an Axe sa beside it. Tool hung on the walls, most of them rusty and the paint peeling. He pulled down a wrench and swung it around.
"So pregnar huh? How far along? Said nine months. How much you got left," Tyler asked, "the father still alive?" He looked at more of the tools. "We can't carr all these, maybe find something to. There's still a barn to ceck."
Abby looked around inside. Great. Now she was dealing with questions. She shrugged," doc was the one who said I'm probably pregnant. No real test to be sure, but about a month, so I have about eight to go." She didn't say anything for a few minutes. She was taking tools off pegs and placing them on the work bench. He was right, they needed something to carry these in.
She glanced over at Tyler," yea, the father is alive, sorta why I am here, I came looking for him, since he should have been back to the farm awhile ago." She smirked and walked out of the shed," alright, if you wanna check the barn, I will go back inside and find some kinda bag to haul these in." She headed towards the house.
She didn't come out and say Max was the father, but she figured he would get it.
"So wait Max is the dad," Tyler asked with a grin, "well congrats on the child. Not many people could do what you did. Raise a kid in this hell hole, brave of you. I couldn't do it. But some one has to keep the human race alive. Good on you," he said a he watched her leave. He shooo his head and smiled as he continued to swing around the wrench.
He stepped out of the shed and walked along the tall dead grass to the barn. Once there he pulled it open and stepped inside. His nose was met with a pungent, musty, rotten, smell. As he walked to the back he discovered the source of it. A horse sat in the last stall, it's body long since decayed and falling apart. Below it were three walkers, biting and ripping at its flesh. They hadn't noticed him yet, to focused on their meal.
He brought the wrench down on one of their heads and then the other. As the last one stood he kicked it's chest and watched it fall. Bring down the wrench he glared. "Now how did yall get in here," he asked. As he stepped back he looked around. The far left corner of the barn had fallen down, the board rotten and decaying.
He walked forward, met by the low hum of a bike. Out back was the bike crashed into the side of a grain truck. It engine sputtered as ten or so walkers gathere below it. The clawed and scratched at the sides, trying to reach what was up top, goatee. He chuckled and pulled his Rifel, reading it up. "Look what we got here," he said to the biker, "looks like you need a hand."
Abby moved around the house , searching for a bag to carry the tools in. She came across a suitcase in the upstairs closet. It had a long handle the extended and collapsed, and it rolled on two back wheels. Hell, it was better than nothing.
She pulled it down and back out to the shed. She didn't see the new guy. Shit. She knew she should have gone with him. She headed into the barn. The smell caused her to hurl. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and listened. Where was he? She followed the low sound and realized it was a bike engine. She stepped and picked through the collapsed corner of the barn. She smirked at what she saw. She motioned to Tyler," careful, be sure." She didn't want to help this guy for him to turn on them later.
Tyler spun around when Abby approached. He held his gun, or Max's gun, in his hand and looked at her. He pointed the barel of it away from her but still had drawn. "Easy now. Nearly scared me," he said with a laugh, "I was going to leave up there, definetly ain't bringing him back. We can't trust him, he's a weasel and 'll stab us in the back."
The biker looke down at them, the walkers below him, clawing at the top of the truck. "Please help me," he called out, "it wasn't my idea, we were just following Avery's orders. I didn't beat your friend. Wasn't even me who hit you. I didn't do anything. Man just save me, I won't shoot."
Tyler looked at Abby, "I don't remember him hitting me or Max once, he was barely even there. But he shot Dean, didn't kill 'im but was dang near close. Unless he meant to just harm him."
"I did yes," T called out, "please just help me. I can be an asset. I'll help you kill the chompers and we can take the grain truck to get out of here."
Abby stopped and stared hard at Tyler. He had turned and aimed at her, for a moment. He was way too jumpy. She looked up at the man on the truck. The walkers sure wanted him awful bad. They hadn't noticed them, not yet, but they would, "They aren't gonna stay stuck on him, we need to put 'em down, if that helps him, so be it, but he did give me a good idea, about taking that truck back. It's full of grain, maybe we could use it, I don't know." She lifted her gun out of her back and aimed. She was not a good shot, but she realized, she was getting better, the more she did it. She closed one eye as she aimed, and squeezed off a round. It hit one, in the back of the neck, "damn." she fired at the next. If she aimed just above their heads, she hit them in the head. Wonder why? Didn't matter, she kept doing it. She knew the shots would be like ringing a bell, but what choice did they have? She left a few for Tyler, "gonna go grab the gear, so we can load up and haul ass." She ran back through the barn.
Tyler saw her shoot and aimed his gun at the walkers. "You could use the grain, sure. Maybe someone knows how to make bread out of it. If anything you could use it as lining or to feed your animals. You have animals right? It's a farm after all." He grinned and looked at her as she missed twice.
After she shot he pulled his trigger exploding the head of the first chomper. He was a good shot, after all he did was shoot things and drink beer, sometimes even at the same time. Tyler fired again, dropping a few more. He never missed, at this range it was hard to. The walkers stayed pretty still, only moving slighty to turn.
When the last one fell he looked at the biker. The goatee man cowers and climbed back as he sat up there. The shot nearl missed his feet, and he didn't want to get hit. Tyler wondered why he didn't shoot but then saw gun laying by the bike. Tyler picked up the biker gun and tucked it in his pants. "So how about you come down off there, before I pull you down.
"You do that, I'll watch billy goat here," he said, "need help with the tools? There was a wheelbarrow beside the shed."
Abby ran back and grabbed the bag . She saw the wheelbarrow and opened the bag inside it. She gathered the stuff from the bench and tossed in all in the bag. It took her a few minutes. She ran back to the porch and snagged the bag she had packed with food and other supplies. That went into the wheelbarrow too. It made it all a lot easier for her.
Tendinitis and she was back, coming around the barn towards the grain truck." Hope you know how to drive that thing." She smirked at Tyler," I can drive, but not that." She stopped the wheelbarrow and opened the cab, tossed in the food and looked at the tools," You get that one, it's heavy as hell."
There was no going any further, or so she thought. The car she was in broke down with a blown head gasket and cracked radiator. The wheezing hiss whistled as steam came from under the hood of the car, echoing between the trees as she gathered what she could of her camping gear. It was going to be a rough trek, that much she knew and she was not happy about it. She had gone so long on foot, that when she found a car, it was a sweet luxury. She had the car for several months, gathering what gas she could and she had become quite accustomed to it. But now that it was gone, in a wooded area, that luxury was like having the rug ripped out from under your feet. Back to square one.
She started to hike with the heavy backpack strapped around her shoulders, wearing long jeans and hiking boots. The leaves that were uncovered by the melted snow and wet ground shuffled around her feet as she walked between the trees. It was only when she saw a cabin and some movement around it did she stop. She was never trusting of others, having seen bad things here and there. Looters when it all first started, raiders when it continued and bandits as it seems to drag on. Threats against a lone girl were a real thing and she knew every step she took brought her closer to death. Find the good people was far and few between. Instead of just going up to the house, she decided to hang back and watch. Observation was the key to survival.
Chill spring wind buffeted through Inola's long, brown-black hair. She'd kept it loose today instead of its usual braid(s), and the normally razor straight hair was wavy from the loosening of the braid. She wore a pair of light, doeskin pants with fringe from hip to heel, and a matching jacket lined in rabbit fur. A black tee-shirt was worn beneath the jacket, and puffy, rabbit's fur moccasins kept her quiet and warm as she tracked footprints through the woods.
On her way to Charlotte to check once more for her parents, Inola had stopped in her tracks when a sharp whistle cut through the trees around her. She sank into a crouch, hand fisting around the smooth staff spear, but nothing happened. Finally standing once more, she had picked her way down to the street, staying hidden in the trees until she came to the source of the noise. The vehicle had been abandoned and it was clear why due to the steam now trickling from under the hood. Inola had peeked into the windows, but nothing was left behind. Walking to the opposite side of the street, she had scanned the ground until she spotted boot prints in the damp ground. She followed them at a distance.
Inola had a suspicious nature in these times, and she had been witness to crimes no one should ever have to witness between human beings who were at war with each other as much as with the shadowwalkers. Used to hiking and carefully picking her footsteps in woods, Inola soon spotted who she assumed to be the driver of the car. The woman paused, and so did Inola, shifting till she was situated behind a tall oak. Face carefully peering around, she watched the woman watching the cabin.
Tyler watched her come back wheeling all the supplies. He helped her load the food inside and then began to add the tools. Most were small but a few of the bigger ones he put in the back. He stepped back from the grain truck and looked at her. "The truck doesn't look to bad. Pretty standard." He climbed up into the cab and checked under the visor for the keys. They fell and he caught them, tucking them into pocket.
"That everythig," he asked looking back at Abby, "the gunshots will draw some walkers near we better get going."
He looked back up at the biker, goatee still wasn't leaving. "Alright I gave you a chance now let's get off there." Typer climbed up and pulle the biker back who fell to the ground with a thud. "Should we kill him," he asked abby, "or risk him coming back around?"
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Travis scampered to his feet and grabbed his gun by the truck. He aimed it up at Abby, "drop your weapons or I'll shoot," he barked.
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Tyler looked at the biker pulling his own gun, Abby was right, they shouldn't have trusted him. "Just drop the gun friend, no one needs to get hurt." Tyler's figer itched on the trigger. He pulled it back and it errupted from the gun. The shot went off. It went through the bikers head, dropping him to the ground.
Abby didn't even have time to react before the biker's gun was pointed at her. She raised her hands, as she heard Tyler speak to him. The next thing she knew the guy was crumpling to the ground. Flecks of blood tested on her cheeks. She lowered her hands and turned to Tyler. She was shaken, and it showed. Her eyes were wide. She blinked. Saw Peter's face and clamped her eyes for a split second then opened them again. Tyler stood there and she didn't say a word. Abby didn't speak, just moved sorta slow and climbed up in the cab of the truck.
In the cab, she lifted her short and wiped her face off. Blood smeared the bottom of her shirt. She glanced at Tyler, and then buckled her seat belt. It was time to go. She seemed rigid a bit, like she was wound so tight she might snap.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
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.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5