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The gunshot was the first sign of alarm as she heard the 'pop' near the truck that seemed to be loaded with supplies. It seemed she had come across some sort of fight and they were getting ready to leave. She wasn't sure how much she could risk being out here, alone, with the supplies she was carrying. If she were to come across raiders, they would take everything she had and leave her for dead. That wasn't a risk she was willing to take.
She stepped out of the woodline, hands up and waving as she saw the woman climb into the truck and the man still carrying the gun.
"I'm friendly! I'm unarmed!" For now. She had her own weapons, but they didn't need to see them. It would only get her killed. She carried the heavy pack with the camelback filled with water dangling down by her side.
Inola's dark head shot up at the sound of gunfire. That did not bode well if they were willing to kill each other, which was why she had survived alone for two years. She was about to announce herself to the woman she'd stalked like an eagle after its prey when the daft woman stepped out and walked toward the gunfire! Inola's hand shot out to grab her arm, but was too late. She felt like banging her forehead against the trunk of the tree behind which she hid.
Inola walked further toward the clearing, then with practiced ease, climbed a tree until she could stand on a sturdy branch and watch the gathering. She called out, "What purpose did you have for killing that man?"
Tyler watched Abby react to him killing the biker. Had she not just seen Max do the same, or watch the other biker die? What could she possible be freaking out about. He watched her climb intor he truck and rushed forward checking the biker. After grabbing the dead man's gun. He then checked his pockets, finding a lighter and match book. He looked back Abby.
"Allright all set to go," he said begining to climb up after her.
He stopped when he heard a voice and spun around. She seemed to say she was unarmed, but seemed like she was hiding something. "You can help? Help with what," Tyler asked, "incase you haven't noticed the other guy is dead. So unless he is a friend of yours, and if he is then you kidnap and steal people, then what could you do to help. Listen we don't have much room in here." He looked for Abby to know what to do, it was her farm, he wasn't just going to invite strangers back.
When the second woman called out Tyler raised his gun to where she was in the tree. "Is she with you," he asked the first. He turned his attention back to the one in the tree, "This man, he shot and tried to kill us. The guy here trspped me and another man in the basement and was going to attack the farm the girl is from. The beat and tortured us. Is that a good enough reason to kill him?"
Abby sat in the cab of the truck. She heard the woman's voice and turned to look past Tyler. She saw the female, and she said she could help.
Abby thought what Tyler said. Help with what? Her eyes scanned the woman. What was she supposed to say? No. She could t just say leave her. That would be wrong, right? He had looked to Abby for an answer , when. Second female voice asked why they killed that man. Abby reached up and touched her face. The blood was gone, but she still felt it. She surged to the side of the truck, stuck out her head and vomited. She ran her hand over her mouth and lifted her head," sorry" she mumbled to Tyler.
She looked back at the woman in clear view, waiting for an answer to Tyler's question about them being together. The last one seemed to be under some notion that their was right and wrong still. That people had to justify their actions. That was a joke. Those men felt completely in the right by what they did. It confused Abby . If they were right to kill those who had tortured Max and wanted to kill them, why did she feel sick? Why was Peter still staring her in the face? She watched and listened," I guess we take them with and let the others decide." She spoke so Tyler could hear. She didn't like being left to make the decisions. She wished Sarah was here, suddenly. Sarah was usually a good judge of people, well, before she was.
India looked towards the woman who seemed to come at them in the opposite direction.
"N..No. I ..I don't know her." She kept her hands up as she got closer to the truck. The pack seemed heavier and heavier each day even though she used more supplies. Her feet hurt from walking and her back hurt from carrying the weight.
"I have fire and a bit of food. I headed south from Boston and my car broke down. Blew a head gasket. I'm really good a camping and can clear a space pretty good. Safety in numbers, right?"
She tried to offer up a half smile to show she was friendly until Abby puked on the ground. How could she get ahead with this group? What use would they have to get her where she needed to go? She would have to determine that soon.
"Good enough reason for me," she called back. "I'm sorry that happened. Are you and your friend okay? I have water and some healing herbs if you need them." Climbing down from the tree, she trotted forward giving a nod to India, Abby, and Tyler. "I'm Inola of the Cherokee." She held her hands up as well when she approached like the other woman did. She didn't want to cause a scene or any sort of sudden movements. Her eyes, dark as melted chocolate, studied Abby. "You're okay? I have herbs to settle the stomach."
Tyler looed back in forth between the two women. They didn't know each other? But both happened to show up at the exact same time? It was fishy, but yet Tyler saw truth in what the one woman said, she spoke as if she didn't know the one. They both offered different things, both didnt seem useful to group as large as Max deacribed.
He looked at them again, turning to see Abby puke. She apologized and Tyler just shook his head. She couldn't help it, and it wouldn't be the first time. Abby said they both could come, and he just nodded at her and turned back to the two women.
"Alright it seems you can come with us. I sugest you throw your packs in the back and climb in the cab. If you want to come, that is. If not turn the other way and walk off. To answer your question yeah its a big group. I can't answer more than that, I just joined the group myself. My friend and I are fine for right now, we just need to go back. The truck has gas, we're taking it."
The one woman, identified herself as Inola. "Uh, I'm Tyler, of the white people. You can give her the herbs when we get home, if she wants them. She said you're welcome to come, so lets go before more dead show up."
Abby glanced at the females, and slid back across the seat. The one mentioned herbs, she wasn't sure about that. She would check with Brian before she took anything. "I'm fine, just a weak stomach." She spoke as the women got closer.
Abby wanted to get back. She wanted to see how Max was doing. She didn't like not knowing what was going on back at the farm, "Tyler is right, we need to get back, I'm Abby." She glanced at Tyler, "We need to go, I don't want to be out , away from the farm once it gets dark."
India threw her backpack in the back of the truck and climbed into the bed of it also. There was no reason to take up room in the truck and crowd them all in. All she really wanted was a ride and if they had a camp to go back to, that was just fine with her. She couldn't help but laugh as Tyler introduced himself as Tyler of the white people. Inola kind of had that coming. Honestly, the races of people didn't even matter anymore. What mattered was staying alive and if that meant being the odd man out racially, then that's what it had to be. She stopped seeing color long ago.
A spark of amusement lit Inola's chocolate brown eyes, and the corner of one lip kicked up before she controlled the smile. Her introduction had been based solely upon how she had been made to introduce herself at the Cherokee village, and it was very entertaining that Tyler had introduced himself from the white people. Hoisting the bow over her shoulder, she hopped into the back of the truck with the woman she'd been following, who hadn't bothered to introduce herself by the way. Settling the bow over her knees, she scanned the woods around them for any threats while they got under way.
Tyke looked back at the grain truck. It was filled but he still wouldn't be riding on the back. Both girls climbed in, and he tossed his bag along the edge. If they wanted to ride back there then let them. They would have to sit on the mound of grain, it wouldn't the most comfortable ride. A bag would be fine along the sides, they wouldn't fall out, but people might.
Tyler just shook his head and climbed in after Abby. He shut the door behind him. At least there was more room here now, lots of elbow room. He looke at Abby. "Alright, let's get you home. I'll drive and you direct us, that work? I don't know where your farm is. Max told me how to get there by foot, but not by road."
He started it and stuck his head out the window. "You two may want to hang on, squeeze along sides. There's no top, so grain will fly. Hang on to the side if you can."
Tyler pulled the road out of the farm, moving it down toward the road and the farm.
India held on tightly as she looked at Inola. The grain was surprisingly comfortable and soft, although when they started moving, she could feel the little flecks jumping and flying into her hair. She pushed her hair back and continued to watch the Cherokee woman, trying to keep a conversation over the wind.
"I'm India. Nice to meet you. Do you think we'll be okay with this group?"
It had been a long time since she had been with a real group and she wasn't sure how to interact any more. Would they accept her and the new girl into their fold? She just hoped they were good people that had a stable place to live.
Inola met the eyes of the woman in the back with her and returned her calm regard. "I'm Inola. It's nice to meet you, too." Turning her head, she looked at the two inside the truck and considered them. "They did not kill us on sight when they could have, and they had a very good reason for killing the man with them. I think we will be okay." As the truck lurched over a bump, she gasped and grabbed the edge. "I prefer my own two feet to vehicles sometimes. Speaking of, I saw your car abandoned on the road and followed you to make sure you were okay. By the signs, I knew you were alone. I've been alone a very long time. In fact...I've never joined a group before." She flashed a white smile at India. "It should be an interesting experience. Have you ever joined a group?"
(This Thread Is Now Closed. It will be continued in the one on the farm. If you wish to have further conversation during the ride then you can do so in PM or a Private thread. If not then feel free to post in the farm thread after my own)
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