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There was rustling in the trees which immediately caught her attention, she instantly raised her gun into the direction. Out appeared Anthony, shortly followed by Aron and Grant. There was a serious problem in numbers, too many might result in someone getting left behind, she knew anyway that she was guaranteed a place out, since she owned one of the vehicles.
Aron hadn't even noticed them, he was just staring into nowhere, until he eventually caught their attention. She smirked, Aron was always a bit childish and moronic, which amused her. They both looked at each other, rather than anyone else in either group. She did blame him for bringing her into the dangerous situation but also grateful for him taking her away from Queenie. For that, she didn't even think she could forgive him enough.
One of them, she thought his name was Anthony, Andrew, or something, started to break down crying. His response also made Remy distressed too. They had to leave now or else they'd end up like half the people at the camp who had lost their lives to a group of madmen.
"Aron, you can ride with me. That means I got three other spaces in the car, they're open for anyone."
Riker grinned as the new, pretty blonde got out of her car, tossed the keys to Remy and came over to him to offer herself up for a ride. She had already gotten on the back of the bike before he could say anything to object, not that he would at all.
It was clear who was going to be riding with him, but it was unclear if they were going to stay with the group, or head to Flagstaff. He was getting to the point where he was almost certain he would never make it there. He wondered if his brother was still even alive at this point.
"When I take a hot blonde on a ride, I usually like to get to know her name first. You can call me Riker." He started to suit up and straddled over the bike as the pretty girl on the back made herself quite comfortable.
"And which way are you headin?"
Last Edit: May 20, 2015 20:58:50 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Remy LaCroix on May 21, 2015 6:58:14 GMT -5
Remy walked back towards the cabins with both head and heart racing. Adolphus. Why was he here? Why did he attack the very Settlement where she was? Was he deliberately hunting her and Andrei down? If that were the case and Andrei was truly 'gone' as Anthony described then she was the last one left. Andrei went to hunt him down and she was not even sure why. She sent Greg out for that task and he never came back. Andrei did what he wanted, when he wanted and given his past, there was no stopping him. His own bravado clouded his judgement, in her opinion.
Back inside, she started gathering up the matches, candles, food, water and clothing inside a larger bag then the backpack she originally had. Anything she could find would be stuffed into that bag as the keys to the Lexus were jammed into her pockets. She was almost frantic as she hurried to get as much as she could as quickly as possible. But it was at that moment she cracked.
She slumped down beside the bed with the stuffed bag at her side. The strap slipped down her shoulder as she sat, knees bent and face buried in her palms. Tears streamed down her face as she thought about what was going on. Adolphus was tearing things apart, again. As much as she was happy to get away from that Settlement the thought that he was hunting her down left her heart heavy. If he was after her and possibly Anthony too, she couldn't put another group at risk. She wouldn't put Luca in that kind of danger, but she wouldn't sacrifice herself for the greater good either.
Sam watched him and adjusted the pack on her shoulders. Seemed he was alright with her being on his bike. Good. He gave his name," Riker, names Sam." She glanced around at the others," where to? Um, aren't you going with your group?" She raised a brow and looked at him," thought the blonde said New Orleans? "
She settled back in the seat making room for him to slide on," flagstaff, was what you said, and either way,I'm good, no body I need to look for or find.'
She didn't lie, it was t a person she needed, it was a thing. She wondered if he had anything? She had a bottle left, just enough for a couple of highs. It would last a few days, if she stretched it and went weak on the doses.
"No..." Randall whispered as he watched the scene unfold. He'd been quiet up to this point. Not for lack of emotion, though. He knew something was up. He knew these new people--Remy, Luca, Anthony, the Sasha woman, and Ethan...they were all in on it. It was way too damn convenient. But he only had suspicions then. Now he had all he needed.
"No!" Randall yelled above all conversation, pulling out his pistol and aiming it at Anthony. "No fucking way, you lying piece of shit!" Despite the overt anger, tears were beginning to well in Randall's eyes. "Ellen...she was all I had. She was a daughter to me. That community was all I fucking had! And you people come along and bring its destruction because you couldn't cover your goddamn tracks!?" Randall was a calm, collected man. Usually. He hadn't raised his voice to this volume in years.
"You people made me lose everything! Everything!" Randall retained his aim right between Anthony's eyes as he gritted his teeth, determined to pull the trigger.
Luca had no love for Anthony, but Randall's sudden action led Luca to raise his revolver, his sights aimed on the old man. "Woah! Hey hey hey! Put the gun down--now!" Luca couldn't believe this. He didn't expect this from Randall of all people. The man was coming undone, and Luca couldn't really blame him. He'd lost everything within a single moment. And the man clearly felt nothing but hatred for the current group.
"You're pissed, I get it, man...and the counselor here is damn near the most hatable guy I've met since the world went to shit, but listen...you can't kill him. Gunshot will attract walkers and that Adolphus guy. Logan led our group, anyways. It wasn't Anthony's fault, man." Luca was speaking as monotone as possible, but it was difficult to hide the shock and panic in his voice. If Randall killed Anthony, Luca would have to kill Randall. Randall may even get a shot off at Luca before going down, too. Luca bit his lip, his eyes quickly scanning the area. He could shoot Randall now, but he liked the old man, and had thought the old man liked him, too. Evidently that really wasn't the case. The shot would attract walkers, and Luca would've liked to diffuse the situation without doing that.
"Take it easy, man...gun away, and we forget about this...deal?"
The sadness and grief quickly turned to blind rage. Anthony's head jerked in the direction of Randall, his eyes narrowing. "Do it, you son of a bitch," he spat. "I am so...so fucking done with people trying to kill me. Yet for some fucking reason, I always make it out. Me! The most undeserving one there is! I am so goddamn sick of running! Of being afraid and being everyone's fucking bitch! So you know what, do me a fucking favor and put a bullet between my eyes! A lot of people have tried--maybe you can be the one who finally succeeds!"
Anthony rose from his knees and took a few steps towards Randall. The two men stood eye to eye, both of their faces emotionless, except for their eyes. Both of the men's eyes were filled with rage. "I didn't do anything to burn your camp. I didn't lead Adolphus to it. Blame Logan. You know, the father of the woman you say is your daughter. She wasn't, you know..." At this point, Anthony was trying to get Randall to shoot him. So it could finally end. "You were a tool for her. A tool for her and the camp. You helped 'em out, got a place on the council. But who were you? Some old dickcheese living in the middle of nowhere with a messiah complex. Well I'll tell you what, dickcheese. Pull that trigger. Then you can go fuck yourself."
Riker was about to answer Sam when the uprising between the men quickly escalated. The old guy held out a pistol to the younger guy on his knees looking to blame someone for whatever happened back at that Settlement. If they all came from the same place, it was no wonder everyone back there was dead. He wondered if the sudden chaos between them was a reminder of what was left behind. They were the survivors though.
"Hey, whoa there old man. You think you're the only one that lost everything? Welcome to reality, man."
Was this old guy living in a bubble? It was the constant struggle everyone had to face. Everything is lost when you think all is comfortable.
"Put the damn gun down and shut the hell up. If that redhead that was stalking Remy is any indication of what that place was like, then I can guarantee they never had a chance. That group that came and started blasting walkers basically raised their flags and called out for their own destruction. Can't say I've ever heard of any group making so much noise to attract such attention before. They were morons and you should be happy to be alive, old man."
Grant watched the scene unfold in front of him. They were all yelling, all waving their guns. The old man raised his pistol at Anthony, threatened to kill him. Grant glared, Anthony was all he had left, he said he'd protect, made a promise. The old man wasn't going to take that. But part of what he said hit home. He had cared for Ellen, the camp, respected it. He didn't want to see it fall, see Ellen fall.
He saw the old man's pet, and the biker try to defuse it. But Grant new it wouldn't work. There was determination in the old man's eyes. He'd seen it in soldiers, the determination to kill. Grant raised his rifle. It was silent, shot wouldn't attract Stumblers from far, just the ones in close proximity. He looked down the sights at the old man, at his head. He was close enough, there was zero chance of miss. His finger on the trigger, eyes set on Randall, his mouth aching for a piece of gum, calm your nerves Grant, calm those nerves.
Then he pulled the trigger. A short puff of a shot, the bullet flying out. It hits it's target and blood fell on him. Grant pulled the rifle up and slung it on his back. Without looking at anyone he turned around. "We leave now," he said, "get the cars, decide on the road."
From the trees he could see Stumblers walking out. The hoard had arrived. Grant pulled his pistol, readied the clip and fired. He took down Stumbler after stumbler, clean shots to the head. Now they needed to leave, or they would die. Not by him, but by the hoard.
Post by Remy LaCroix on May 23, 2015 11:54:30 GMT -5
Remy managed to get herself together enough to finally pick herself up off the floor and move with more determination in her steps. She heard the arguing going on outside and had fully expected Randall to lose his cool. What she didn't expect was for him to stay as long as she did. She heard the biker telling him to quiet down and she was expecting more of an argument as she opened the door.
She also didn't expect to see what she saw next.
The spray of blood from the back of Randall's head and the slumping of his body down to the ground.
"No!" She cried out as she watched the old man be taken down by the stranger that had arrived with Anthony. How could it have been that bad? One by one, the walkers were coming out of the woods, heading towards the living that were there for fresh feeding. Two came out of the woods by the cabin, aiming directly for her. With machete in hand she chopped the head off one and reached for the keys that were deep in her pockets. Riker fired off a shot at another as he moved to his bike to get Sam and him away and she opened the driver's side door of the Lexus, diving in to the driver's seat and fumbling to get the car started.
"Get in! Now! Luca! Anthony! Ethan! Teressa!"
Last Edit: May 23, 2015 12:37:56 GMT -5 by Remy LaCroix
Ethan couldn't believe it. They were fighting like school children, claiming one another. He wanted to say something, calm them all down, but he knew his voice would go unheard. Next thing he knew he saw the big Australian raise his gun and fire. The blood from the target hit him in the face. And like that all hell broke loose.
Walkers poured out of the trees, heading straight towards them. The Australian went into action, and Ethan did the same. He pulled the trigger of his SMG, saw it errupted around the feet of walkers. He moved forward, but stayed around the car. His shots were loud, but he didn't care. He shot Walker after Walker, some kills shots, others misses.
"Theressa stay here, I'm going to get the stuff," he said running back insde the cabin. He climbed the steps and ran inside. Walkers had made their way into the cabin from the rear. The broke down the door and kept coming. Ethan rushed forward and grabbe the packs. But it was to late. They were on him.
He felt one pull him to the ground as he ran, just making it out of the cabin. Ethan rolled down the steps and the pack and gun flew from his hands. The ealker was one him, he heard Theressa scream. Then it was silence.
He felt the teeth tear into his neck, and soon the life was drained from him. Like that he was gone.
"Shut the fuck up," Randall softly muttered to the unknown biker, his eyes still trained on Anthony. Randall didn't know the biker, and it was a safe bet that if he killed Anthony right now, the biker wouldn't do a damn thing. Randall was taken by surprise when Luca raised his gun. So surprised, in fact, Randall even looked away from Anthony for a brief moment, making eye contact with the younger man. "You too, huh?" Randall groaned. He couldn't walk away from this. Nobody would let him forget it, even if he put the gun down. Luca's promises were nothing but hollow words. Remy or Anthony would take him out in his sleep if he stopped now and continued with the group. Randall closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply. This was it. The end of the road. He knew it, and Luca probably knew it too. He'd shoot Anthony, and then be shot by Luca or someone else.
It was okay, though. He'd be with Ellen soon. Ellen and all the souls who died in the night, the people he swore to protect. "No, Luca. No deal." With that, Randall took aim and pressed his finger to the trigger, but just before he could fire off a bullet, Randall's world went dark. He was with Ellen now.
Randall Slade is dead
Last Edit: May 23, 2015 15:24:11 GMT -5 by Deleted
Then like that, chaos had began. They had spent too much time arguing and doing nothing, attracting the walkers. Walkers began flooding out from the woods, she already had her belongings in her bag which was on her back and the rest of which were in the boot of her car, so there was no need to go back.
She instantly began running in the opposite direction down the street toward her car, not looking at the others who had quite possibly already lost their lives. She hopped in, ready to leave. Unlike them, she had her life secured for at least another day but if they wanted to live too, the surplus people would need to load into her car now, there were four remaining seats but wasn't hesitant to leave if she needed to.
Reversing her car toward the other survivors, giving them more of a chance to get to the vehicle. If they wanted to live, they had to act fast now and get in, if they waited another thirty seconds or so, the car would be gone. The people's lives were now in the people's hands.
Last Edit: May 24, 2015 11:06:48 GMT -5 by Deleted
Aron watched as the arguing went on, if they didn't want anything in particular at the moment, it would to be stay still and bicker. The walkers would be here almost any minute and screaming and shouting certainly wasn't going to help. Grant pulled the trigger, Aron didn't react much to the death, more concerned about leaving. Then the horde had started to emerge from the woods.
He turned around to grab Sasha and go, but she wasn't there, she was already legging it halfway down the street, toward her car. Aron's pace could come in handy now but it was his awareness which could cost him, he hadn't even noticed the other group when they originally came across them because he was staring at the floor, any wrong move could result in death.
Aron swung his axe at some near walkers who had closed in. It was useless, the killing of the dead wouldn't buy them much time at all or help them majorly. Sprinting towards Sasha's car who had reversed, Aron could hear the screams of survivors, maybe they were being eaten or maybe they were just reacting to the situation. Whatever the case, he couldn't help them now. He jumped into the front seat of her car, waiting to see if more would arrive. Friends or not, they couldn't wait much longer, this was their opportunity.
Dexter saw the explosion of the old man, and the freak out of every member. There was screaming, and then he heard gunshots. Biter swarmed from the trees.
Dexter threw the fire poker to the ground and grabbed his gun from the back of his belt. He aimed it and shot, the head of the biter blowing off.
In the heat of everything Dexter didn't know where to go. There didn't look like there was room in the cars, he panicked for a brief second as he fired at more biters.
He saw the red head take off and the car come back. Dexter flew into the back after the other guy in the hoodie. He fried out the open door at the biters.
"Just drive," he yelled, "drive the fuck out of here."
"Oh fuck!" Luca jumped back as he heard the gunshot. His face, along with Anthony's, were covered in Randall's blood. It didn't take long for Luca to notice who'd fired the shot--a man he'd never seen before, but had arrived with Anthony. Luca stood for a moment in disbelief, staring at what remained of Randall's head. There was no time for remorse. The walkers were emerging from the brush, obviously attracted by the gunshot. Luca raised his revolver and took out three of them, but it wasn't even a dent in their numbers.
It was then Luca heard Remy's shouts--she'd started a car. They had to move. Some of Luca's stuff, one of the guns Nicholas Lyons had given him, was inside. But he didn't have time for that. Luca grabbed Anthony by the shirt sleeve. "Come on, come on!" He yelled over the chaos to the other man. "She's in the Lexus! No time!" Luca pulled Anthony to the car, pushing the man in the backseat while Luca ran around the car to the front passenger seat. "You good to drive?" His head jerked in the direction of Remy. "I can take the wheel, if need be, but we gotta go now."
Last Edit: May 24, 2015 14:40:04 GMT -5 by Deleted
When he heard the shot, Anthony thought that was it. He thought Randall had put one between his eyes. Yet, as Anthony opened his eyes and his brain registered the warm liquid all over his face--blood--he realized that wasn't the case. The blood was on Luca's face, too, and Randall was on the ground, half of his head unrecognizable. Anthony looked over to the source of the shot--the Australian man, Grant. They hadn't known each other for long, but Anthony appreciated the man's kindness and protection. In the moment though, out of shock, Anthony only stared at him. It didn't last for long, as walkers emerged from the bushes in droves. He heard Remy calling for some folks, Anthony included, but he couldn't move. That is, until Luca grabbed him and dragged him to the car.
Anthony had just enough time to turn to his recent savior, Grant. "Grant! Grant! Come on!" Anthony screamed at the top of his lungs so that the man could hear him. It was all Anthony could get out before Luca shoved him into the backseat of the car. Anthony paused and then turned around to look out the back window. Many had already made it to cars. Aron made it, thank god. Anthony didn't know the others. "Come on, Grant..." Anthony whispered to himself.
Last Edit: May 24, 2015 14:55:10 GMT -5 by Deleted
Grant kept firing at the Stumblers till he saw everyone else depsrt into a vehicle. After he witnessed Aaron go with his friend and Anthony be dragged into the car by Luca, grant set out. He pulled his rifle and pack into the bak of the car and climbed in after Anthony. He didn't know if anyone else was out there, he went over a head count in his head. Aaron, Anythony, and the the others were safe. The Bear Lake group had made it, that's all that mattered. He didt care about the skinny kid in the hoodie, or the biker and his girl.
Grant shut the door behind him, "let's go," he said readying a new clip in his pistol, "let's not waste time."
He waited till the car drove off, saw the Stumblers eating a body, didn't know who's it was, could even have been Randall's. The living were safe for now, that's all that mattered. The girl who was with the middle aged man screamed something out. He saw tears on her face as she sunk to her knees. Grant wasn't going to go back for her. If she wanted to die then let her. The risk was to high, but he saw the sorrow in her. He knew what he felt, but couldn't do anything for her now.
Post by Remy LaCroix on May 24, 2015 19:05:13 GMT -5
She waited for Luca who grabbed Anthony who yelled out for the man who shot Randall to come with them. His name was Grant. She turned to make sure Ethan was coming when he was overrun by the walkers that came at him from all directions. Teressa's sceams overpowered Ethan's as she watched him be devoured by the soulless creatures that were once like them.
She was breathing, but she couldn't breathe.
She watched from the driver's seat as Teressa tried to fight them off Ethan, but she met the same fate. Luca pushed Anthony in the car and Grant joined a few moments later. The keys were in the ignition, but the engine was not running.
She heard Luca talking, but she did not hear the words.
She sat in shock. Her face was pale, her eyes staring at the bloody scene and her mind still reeling over the fact that Adolphus was the one behind all this mayhem. And she, Anthony and Andrei were the reason he came. In that regard, Randall was right. Anthony was pushing his hand into the seat. "Remy, go! We have to go!"
But she couldn't move.
Luca pushed it again. "Remy. Remy! God dammit Remy! Go!"
Her breath started to come back to her, rapid as her hands started to shake. Next thing she knew, Luca was at her door, not gently nudging, but pushing her into the passenger seat so he could take over driving. Everyone else was waiting and as she clamored into the passenger seat, she saw a walker lunge at her window. Rotten teeth gnashed as the blood stained hands pressed against the window, leaving large, slimy prints. Her senses were still on vacation, but she knew the walker was too close. She cracked the window and watched as the fingers reached in, all the while reaching for her machete. Slowly, she pressed the thin blade between the glass and metal, shoving it methodically into the brain of the walker while Luca started the car and floored it out of there.
The biker was ahead of them and Luca was following, with Sasha following close behind, running over anything that stepped in the way. There was nothing she could say to the freeze up she had but there was one pressing question that pressed on her shoulders. Randall's murderer sat right behind her. She turned her head slightly looking over her shoulder to Grant as she asked what needed to be asked.
Grant watched Remy freeze up, the whole time thinking this was the woman they searched for. He looked back at Anthony, at least he wasn't alone anymore. He had lost enough, the man didn't need to loose anyone again. He looke at the window as Remy killed the stumbler. He saw some claw the back window but didn't turn to look at it. He didt need to, the car sped of leaving them as pylons for the car in the rear.
He saw Remy turn and looked at her, trying to read her face. He listened to what she said and turned away. He couldn't face her, or any of them. Randall had been one of them, a member of the lake. He was close to Ellen and Loan as Grant had tried to be. He didn't need to shoot the man, yet he did. Grant swallowed a lump in his throat and turned back to the woman.
"It was a calculated kill. He was going to kill Anthony, or Luca, or you. He blamed your group for the fall of his friends. He had the look in his eye. The same look as a soldier or hitman. He was looking to kill. I mad a decision and that was final," Grant said calmly, "I said I'd protect Anthony, Aaron, and anyone else from the lake. I did just that. It had to be done. Randall wanted your group dead for something that he blamed you for. I wasn't going to let him take that kill. He wouldn't harm Anthony on my watch."
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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