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Post by Remy LaCroix on May 26, 2015 6:07:18 GMT -5
The small caravan consisting of the Harley, the Lexus and the Ford had been on the road for about seven hours when they finally crossed the board into Oklahoma. They were far enough away from the destruction they left behind in hopes they had escaped the grips of Adolphus who had been hunting them for months. With Riker's bike in need of a refill of gas, the stop would be temporary as they figure out which way they were each going.
Riker took them as far as he could until his bike couldn't last any longer. He had been riding on empty for a number of miles and now it was time to pull off and figure out a way to siphon some gas from abandon cars. He led them on a route that consisted of two lane highways and smaller roads and when he saw the sign for Boise City, he figured this would be a good place to pull off and re-group. The Harley slowed and thundered down the road, pulling into the little town that for all intents and purposes looked to be utterly abandoned. There were cars parked and near a large cactus he saw two bodies that looked like that had only recently died. Flies were buzzing around them, feasting on the flesh and burrowing their maggots inside. He stopped the bike and helped Sam off the back as he pulled his helmet off. He fetl dusty as the climate turned from wet and wooded to dry and desert. At least they made it across the border.
"Sorry kids, this is as far as I can get. I need to refuel. Me and my new girlfriend here can go and siphon some cars for us all. What do you think blondie? You have it in you to work with me?"
When the car stopped Grant let out a sigh of relief. He opened the door and stepped out stretching his legs. It had been a long drive, he should have asked Luca if he wanted to switch out, change drivers. But he didn't, Grant remained in the back, looking out the window the whole drive. He pulled his pack and rifel out behind him. They looked like they stopped in the middle of nowhere. The sign coming in Didnt even look like it was an actual city, just a small town with only a few buildings.
He checked his gun an pulled on his pack as he waited for the others. "Stick around to the cars up close," he said to the biker, "we don't know what's out there. It could be other survivors or Stumblers. Everyone should keep thier eyes open and ready." He loked around at the buildings, nothing really there. An old hotel and a few buildings, reminded him of the movies he watched about Cowboys when he was younger.
"I'm fine with any decision we make," Grant said, "so while you all discuss im going to into this building behind us and see if I can get up on the roof." Grant turned and slung his rifle on his back. He pulled his pistol and readied the gun as he went in and up a flight of stairs. A tactical knife rested in his other hand as he made his way out onto the balcony.
Grant pulled himslef up from there onto the roof and pulled his rifle out again. From up there he could see the group below. He could also see whatever he way the biker was going and cover him. When they were ready he'd climb down and rejoin them.
Post by Remy LaCroix on May 26, 2015 10:42:21 GMT -5
The trip seemed too short. Before she knew it, they were stopped and in need of gas and of course, in the middle of nowhere. It reminded her of Texas here. Arid, dusty, small town. At least here there seemed to be a little more. Outside of Houston it was the hotel and that was about it. The sun was blocked by the scattering of clouds across the sky and it looked like a storm was building up. She knew what that meant: water. Maybe they could find some supplies to carry on and as Grant got out of the car to stretch, she just stayed in the passenger seat for a few minutes, staring ahead and contemplating her next moves. They needed more weapons and they need more food. She was able to bring some food in the bigger bag from the cabins in Colorado, but she could wait to eat.
She turned her gaze to Luca who seemed to be assessing the area along with Grant, who took off to cover them. She never liked people going off on their own even though she did it many times herself. She trusted herself to get away from sticky situations. She wasn't sure how wiley others could be.
"Anthony, go with Grant. Make sure he's okay."
She knew what she wanted to look for and it was just a matter of finding it here in town. They weren't far from what could be considered 'downtown' here. Hell, it looked like they were in the center of it all. Her eyes moved to the pair of dead bodies by the sign and she wondered if anyone else was left. Like most towns, these smaller ones were either a haven from walkers or completely abandoned out of fear. Without thinking and without saying anything, she started to head to town, again abandoning what trust she was trying ot build with Luca. They had made a promise to be in this together, but to her, that meant mentally. It didn't meant they had to be glued at the hip.
She saw a feed store next to a sporting goods store which was exactly what she was looking for. Her boots picked up the sand which was picked up by the wind as it started to blow a little harder from the impending rain. She got closer to both stores and jimmied the door to the sporting goods store open. As soon as the light from outside streamed in, she heard the groan of an awakening walker that had been trapped inside. Seemed like there was only one, for now and she kept her machete at her side as she went scouring the aisles looking for what she needed to feel whole again.
Sasha pulled up next to the bike and the Lexus. It seemed others were in desperate need of fuel, her car didn't but a little fuel wouldn't hurt. They appeared to be far enough to stop, look for supplies and have the little chat.
Stepping out, taking in the surroundings, she grabbed her gun ready. Food was important now, they were low on it, weapons would be good too. Sasha would probably go looking on her own, she didn't have any worries, she could handle herself. The others, if they had made it this far, they should be able to handle themselves.
She looked at her companions. "I'ma go looking for gear. Just don't go and get yourselves killed." She walked off into the distance.
As soon as the car stopped Dexter hopped out. He panted and put it his hands on his knees. Sweat poured from his face as he leaned on the car. "Great lets just stop in the middle of the fucking desert. In a fucking ghost town." He pulled off his jacket and hoodie and tossed them on the hood of the car. "Why is it so fucking hot and dusty. Where the fuck are we anyway. What the fuck is Boise? Isn't that an stereo company?"
He watched the sniper go off, then the blonde, and then Sasha. "Great let's all just wander off alone, with no clue of where the fuck we're going. Let's just not talk to each other and wander around aimlessly. That's fun being anti social and having no plan. Where are we going anyway? Why did we drive to the middle of no where?"
He pulled his gun and looked at all the people. "Is no one going to dicuss our plan at all?"
Aron looked around at the new surroundings, Boise city was its name. He wasn't sure if it was far enough, it probably was but he felt better carrying on and never worrying about Adolphus or his group ever again.
He wasn't sure if he'd go off looking for supplies, in his mind he was good and thought they were stopping primarily to discuss the plan, not look for supplies. There was a constant noise coming from behind him, it was Dexter who had kept yapping away about the group and the place.
Three people had wandered off, wouldn't it have been better to discuss the plan first before everyone going off to do their separate things. Dexter had kept yapping away to the point Aron was tired of his voice. "Man, I agree with you and shit but uh, just give your mouth a rest for a minute, it'd do us all some good." Aron had nothing against Dexter, he just thought it would be better if he stopped complaining for a moment.
Last Edit: May 26, 2015 15:25:56 GMT -5 by Deleted
Anthony remained in the back seat as Grant left the car to have a look around. Before Anthony knew it, Grant was on the roof of a nearby building. Anthony snorted. The guy was fit, and he must be good at scavenging--at least confident, considering he's fine to run off without anyone else. Anthony opened the door and stepped outside, stretching his legs. He'd managed to get a little sleep in the car. Interestingly, hid mind was at ease. He was calm, relaxed. The town looked empty, and they were away from Adolphus. Then again, that had happened before. And he followed. And he killed countless men, women, and children. All because of Anthony, Remy, and Andrei. No sense in dwelling on it, though. Before Anthony was about to make conversation with Aron and some of the other folks he hadn't met yet, Remy instructed him to follow Grant up on the roof. Anthony turned quickly and let out a chuckle. "Me? Me? Have you, uh...compared me and Grant? I think I'll have a little more trouble...getting up there..."
Luca looked over to Anthony and nodded. "Yeah, true," the cop noted, "but maybe it'll be good for ya. Can't be too bad, you've survived a few dozen assassination attempts, right? I'm sure you can get up there."
Anthony chuckled. "Not quite a dozen...but fucking close," he joked. "Alright, I'll head up. See if he needs help. Maybe we'll find something of use," Anthony took a few steps towards the building when he heard one of his traveling companions, a guy he hadn't met, start to complain. Anthony turned and took a few steps towards the man, but Luca was apparently already on it, and he didn't look happy. Anthony didn't want to get in the middle of that situation. Instead, he made his way back to the building he'd seen Grant climb.
The building wasn't ridiculously tall, but it would require a decent amount of upper body strength to get up there. He rubbed his hands together and jumped upward, his hands grabbing the lip of the roof. His bullet wounds began to hurt, but Anthony fought through the pain, trying to pull himself upwards. Not much success.
He let himself back down and wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans. "Come on, Anthony, come on," he whispered to himself. Anthony took a few steps back and ran towards the building, giving it his all to leap upwards. This time, he managed to get his arms over the lip of the roof. This would be easier. After about 20 seconds of awkward wiggling, Anthony rolled over the lip of the roof. "Grant! Grant! Wait!" Anthony called out as he ran forward.
Last Edit: May 26, 2015 22:28:21 GMT -5 by Deleted
Luca turned off the engine with much regret. They'd get hot sitting int the arid climate. At least when they were moving they could have the windows down--they'd never use the AC. Fucking stupid decision. "Biker needs fuel. Well, shit, so do we," Luca noted the fuel indicator was approaching empty. "Fuel efficient little fucker, aren't you?" he jokingly asked as he flicked the steering wheel. Grant was the first to exit the car, which bugged Luca a bit, as he was hoping to design teams. Maybe he still could. Luca smirked at Anthony's opposition to going with Grant, but maybe little things like this could make the man more physically capable. Luca was trying his best to like Anthony, and he was doing a better job of it. Part of it was for Remy, part of it was because Luca expected he and Anthony would be spending a good deal of time together. Guy still annoyed him, but he wasn't that bad. "Yeah, true...but maybe it'll be good for ya. Can't be too bad, you've survived a few dozen assassination attempts, right? I'm sure you can get up there."
As Anthony made his way from the vehicle, Luca heard one of the guys he hadn't met start to bitch about the plan, about the location. He looked over to Remy. "We got a team player over there. You know him? Doesn't matter, I'll be right back." With that, Luca exited the vehicle and approached the man just in time to hear Aron try to calm him down.
Luca approached the whiny man and placed his hands on his hips. "Aron's right. Shut up," Luca spat, retaining eye contact with the man. "You want a plan? Alright, here's the plan. You and Aron are gonna go catch up with Aron's lady friend or whatever the hell she is, and you're gonna search this row of buildings here," Luca gestured with his hand the right side of the street, which was lined with buildings--most of which were shops, but some looked like the owners lived above the shops themselves. "You three are gonna search for anything we can use. Fuel, weapons, any and all kinds of medicine and med gear. Anything that could be used as a blunt weapon--hammers, 2X4s, you get it. Reminds me, tools. You find wrenches, screwdrivers, any of that. Bring it. You can use 'em for killing walkers if nothing else."
Luca eyed the man. He didn't know his name, and he wouldn't give the whiner the dignity of asking it now. He'd ask later. "And we're here because that's where we stopped. Were you driving? No? Then don't bitch about it. You're free now. You got a whole four directions--north, south, east, and west. Take your pick and start walking. No? Alright. You and Aron catch up to Miss Independent and find me something useful," Luca demanded as he began to walk back to the Lexus. He turned again, this time calling to Aron. "If the whiner wants to go, let him. He tries something funny, give me a holler!"
Luca saw Remy enter the food store and quietly followed, noting the one walker. His voice was lowered to a whisper, but his fatigue was obvious. It was more of a mental fatigue rather than a physical one. "Alright, I got a team of three searching for shit along that side of the street. Anthony and Grant got that side covered, and the biker and the blonde are siphoning fuel...we should search this building for some food, and maybe some surrounding cars for anything we could use, huh?"
Grant heard Remy shout at Anthony to fall him and just shook his head. He wasn't running off, he was just keeping watch. He could still see everyone clearly as he crouched low. It seemed everyone else had the other idea, run off and split up. It made it harder to watch them but he would still try. He watched them all depsrt and moved closer to the edge of the roof.
He heard the comments at Anthony and laughed along with them, "you can do it," he said looking down at them. He watched Anthony come along the side and try and climb up. "Don't push yourself, don't need you hurt," he laughed. He saw Anthony pull himself up and struggle as he did. Grant didn't help him, but watched to make sure he wouldn't fall back on his face. It wasn't high up but it would cause a lot of damage.
The man toward him and Grant remained crouched. "I wasn't going anywhere," he said, "I was keepig watch. Better view up here. Figured I could watch and keep everyone safe. You okay? Didn't tear your wound?"
Dexter looked at Aaron and smirked as he said to shut his mouth for a bit. He always dug himself in a hole, why stop now? Freedom of speech still existed right? He could keep going if he wanted to. Yet he shut up. Aaron asked nice enough, nicer than anyone before. He didn't like it but he's shut up for the time being, until the had a plan and he could actaully chime in an not complain.
That was all fine, until some asshole came over. He was rude off from the start. Dexter had no clue who he was, or why this guy even gave a shit. He rambled on and gave him orders. Dexter didn't like being bossed around. It was free country now, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. This prick had not right barking at him like that. He was just speaking his mind, not like he was saying anything against him or anyone else. He didn't even mention anyone directly, only the blatantly obvious of every one going separate ways right off the start. Dexter glared at the man, his eyes never leavings his.
"Why should I go after Red. Who put you in charge," Dexter spat back, "I got every right to be here as much as the next guy. I didn't kill one of us, didn't do anything to hurt us. Why the fuck should I get your bullshit."
The man was right though, he could just leave. Bring him to the middle of fucking no where in the desert and strand him. Yeah great people. He smirked, and looked at Aaron. He knew he should go after him and gonsearch with Sasha, but he didn't. He didn't move an inch, stayed where he was. He wasn't going to just run off like a little bitch, or roll over for this fucker. Instead he leaned against the Ford and watched Luca.
Luca had heard the man's refusal to listen as he walked away. He hoped the guy wasn't going to be a problem. Luca didn't want problems. Fine, let him act like a little bitch. But when everyone else found food or a new weapon, the kid better not expect any of it. He had every right to be here, as he said, but that came with responsibilities, and surviving was a group effort. If the punk didn't want to contribute to that group effort, that was fine, but there were consequences. No food, no water. Hell, no transportation if Luca had any say in the matter.
How big was the kid's ego? Did he not notice Luca had given everyone a job to do? And it wasn't as if Luca himself were sitting around. He was pulling his weight too. "I can't make everyone happy, I guess," Luca muttered to Remy, though he didn't expect her to understand, considering she didn't witness the scene between Luca and Dexter.
Post by Remy LaCroix on May 27, 2015 5:58:59 GMT -5
It was quiet enough in this little town that she could hear Luca's voice beyond the shelves and the walls of the sporting goods store. He was doling out jobs to everyone in a voice he used best. She was proud of him for stepping up and taking control. It was a role she had given up long ago and now she wondered if it was going to come around full circle again. The person she thought could control a situation lost it all, including the life of his family and himself back at Bear Lake.
She found exactly what she was looking for. A long handled, finely crafted wooden baseball bat. Just like the one she had before. This one needed some adjustments but she would practice her swing on the walker. As Luca came in, she approached the walker and gave one hard swing, cracking the skull of the walker while knocking it down to the ground. She stood over it and as he reached for her pant leg, she brought the blunt end down, crushing the head completely.
"I need long nails. And a hammer."
She was certain she would find everything she needed from the feed store, which usually had hardware for the farmer's inside. All the balls and sporting equipment weren't that useful, but there was lots to choose from in here. She pushed her long hair back as she looked up to Luca with a bit of a smile.
"You can't make everyone happy when you try to do what's best for the group. But you stepped up and that in itself is a job."
She smiled as she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss to the cheek.
"I've got your back, Luca. I'll support your decisions and if these guys want to survive, they will do what they are told. Come on, I saw some bow and arrows in the back and some hunting rifles you can use. I would bet there's some ammo left too."
And she was right. Even though most of the weapons had been cleared out, there were still some scattered on the walls. Some handguns on the floor, a three rifles with their price tags still left hanging higher up. She used the bat to smash in the glass counter so they could get to the bullets inside. She had no idea what caliber of bullet fit what gun, but she was confident Luca could figure all that out. As he was collecting the guns, she went to the shelves where the compound bows and arrows were, collecting as much as she could carry.
"You ever use bow and arrow? I wouldn't mind figuring out how these things work."
She left out the fact she had no idea how to use a gun as Luca went through the tiny arsenal they had just found. There was a reason for it and that would remain her secret.
Last Edit: May 27, 2015 6:47:20 GMT -5 by Remy LaCroix
Luca came over, probably to assign them a job or something similar. Or maybe he had heard Dexter's whining and wanted to put it to an end. Luca looked at Dexter right in the eye, then it must have been that case. He wasn't sure how Dexter would react to Luca, Dexter didn't seem the type to listen to orders and more likely to rebel. Aron knew how angry Luca could get at times, so any wrong move by Dexter could have terrible consequences.
Apparently the two would be looking through the buildings on the right side of the street for just supplies in general. Aron didn't really like the way the two spoke about Sasha, calling her Aron's lady friend, Miss Independent and Red, but as long as Sasha didn't know and as long as Luca wasn't saying anything outrageous, it was fine. Luca told Aron to give him a shout if Dexter acted up, hopefully Aron could just talk him down again and calling Luca wouldn't be the case. Then Dexter refused to go along, Aron sighed, the kid was definitely trouble. Luca just walked away which was probably for the best.
Aron grabbed his axe ready and turned to Dexter, if he was going to stay behind and refuse to pull his weight, it was fine, he might have just fucked up. It was a possibility he wasn't going to get a ride with them. "You really gonna stay back here and refuse to do anything? It doesn't matter if you did anything to hurt the group. You got a ride from us, we took you away from your death. You come help, you're one of us. You don't help, you're on your own. They ain't gonna let you have another ride. It's up to you." It was all up to Dexter now, he expected him to stay anyway but it was better to try and convince than not to convince at all.
Aron ran up to Sasha who was still visible from the distance. "Well, looks like I'll be joining you on your adventure too." Aron smirked. "We just looking for supplies in general, anything that can help." He now had a chance to talk to Sasha, he still hadn't found out much about her past, she didn't like talking about it but maybe this was his chance to do so. If she didn't it was fine, he just wanted whatever was best for her.
Sam sat on the bike. She had her head buried in Riker 's back practically the whole way here. Once they had escaped the trees, she had stopped being paranoid and looking like a bobble head, searching for walkers. She mused about the situation for some time. These people weren't stable. One of the guys back in her car had just shot one of their own, right.
These people , how did she end up with these people? The blonde looked like she wanted to cut and run and was stuck between being in charge and what she wanted to do. Then there was the one who blubbered like a baby. The young one, he had way too much attitude. She hand held Riker tighter as she thought this all through. Seems he had been the best choice she had made back there.
The bike was stopped and she still felt vibration in her thighs. Her legs felt like jelly. Truth. She wasn't sure if they would hold her in she got off, just yet. She saw others getting out and heard Riker tell them that she had him would siphon gas. She hoped he was expecting her to do the sucking!
She glanced at him and held out her hand as she swung her leg over the bike," sure, I can help with that." She glanced at Luca, as he barked orders at the others, taking control," just so long as I ain't gotta deal with that asshole." She mumbled for only Riker to hear." So which way?" She stood and followed his lead. She still had her back pack on. They were her supplies, she had already let them use her car. She was done sharing, for now.
When Luca walked off Dexter followed Aaron. He cought up to him and sighed. "I'll help," he said calmly, "just don't like being bossed around. Not by no airhead either." He walked beside the man and ran when the guy piled up speed. He looked at Sasha as he felt the sun beat down on his arms. "What store are we hitting up? Does this town even have a grocery store or soemthing?"
He looked at Aaron and then Sasha, "thanks for the ride back there. You saved my life, yadah yadah," he said with a smirk, "but I don't think either of you are one to just let a guy die. You're to good for that." Dexter reached for his shovel, only to find his backpack still in the car. He pulled his pistol out instead. It was loud, but it was all he had now.
"So between you and me that one guys and asshole," Dexter said with a laugh, "you two are alright though. Ecspecially you Red. I don't even remember your name. You believe that? I don't even remember you telling me it. Between that and Biker showing up, was crazy night."
"Jesus Christ. What the fuck is wrong with that kid?" He felt Sam's fingers slip between his as she watched the exchange between Dexter and Luca. At least the older guy wasn't afraid to put that kid in his place and Luca was right. They couldn't just stop, talk and be back on the road. They had to leave quickly with barely anything and his own personal supplies of food, water and gas were running really low.
He opened up the case on his bike and pulled out a long tube and what looked to be a penis enlarging pump.
"Now, I know what you're thinking and yes, it's from a porn store. But I promise you I only use it to siphon gas from cars. I really don't need it myself." He chuckled as he looked at Same who had remained strangely silent the entire time. And rightfully so. She didn't know him or any of these people but he hoped to change that. He liked her rather meek demeanor but he was willing to see how tough she could be.
"Let's start hitting up some cars. Open up as many tanks as you can. If the cars have those locking devices, just use this this." He pulled a screwdriver out of his back pocket. "Either pry them open or smash the front windows. We'll get as much as we can. He looked towards the direction of the feed store and sporting goods store yelling out.
"Hey Remy! See if you can find some gas cans in there!"
With Samantha in tow, he looked back to her as he started to walk down the road. "You okay? Do you have a way to protect yourself? Any weapons?"
Boise City was abandoned...or so Skyy had thought as she drove through the streets to find food, clothes, and anything else they'd need. Tiny Jill in the backseat was growing like a weed and needed new clothes--shoes especially. Pulling into a parking space, some habits die hard, Skyy opened the door of the really old Jeep Cherokee that was more brown than black thanks to the Oklahoma dust, and got out. Brodie, her thirteen year old brother did the same on the other side. Opening the back door, Skyy unstrapped Jill from the car seat. When she'd found the thing, she really hadn't been sure it would be a good idea to trap the toddler in such a contraption when there were walkers everywhere reaching into cars and such, but it had proved extremely helpful when needing to drive recklessly to avoid both walkers and humans. "Wake up, Jillybean," she cooed softly to the toddler who blinked her blue eyes wide and smiled up at Skyy. "You know the drill." Jill lifted her legs and Skyy suited her up in the makeshift baby backpack, swinging up and onto her back.
They foraged for some time the trunks of cars, picking up a few odds and ends, but unfortunately there was no food to be found. She'd have to raid a store for that, she supposed. She had just started toward one store across the street when a caravan of cars pulled in. She shot an arm out at Brodie, circling it around his neck and pulling him into an alley with her. Heart beating wildly, Skyy hadn't had much luck with either the living of the dead, she unholstered her pistol and handed it over to Brodie. "Take it. It's fully loaded, so be careful. I'll use the shotgun."
"It's got no bullets in it, Sis," came the dry reply as he took the pistol from her.
"Yeah, I know, but at least it might cause a scare. Be ready."
Taking a deep breath, Skyy eased herself around the alley onto the main stretch of road and began walking forward with Jill on her back and Brodie to her right and slightly behind her. All three had mops of dusty black hair that fell in dirty lanks against their similarly dirty foreheads. Skyy was of average height, thin, blue eyes, and wore a pair of worn, cut-off jean shorts and a black tanktop that had definitely seen better days considering there was a rip across the belly of the shirt that fluttered with every step. "Hey, ya'll," she called out tentatively. "You don't happen to be accepting new recruits, do you?" She wasn't about to announce that they were all alone, but she figured it was pretty obvious. "My brother's a pretty good shot, and I'm a mechanic." The rifle was held in both hands but pointed slightly downward away from hurting anyone.
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Sam had been quiet, maybe too quiet. She ran a hand through her hair. She was sweating a bit. Damnit. Maybe it was just the heat and the dust? She could hope. Sam knew better though. It was withdrawl and she needed to pop so some pills.
She did notice his pump, and let him explain it all to her. From the looks of him, she was pretty sure he was truthful. He didnt need to use it. Her hand reached out for the screw driver, and she smiled at him," I'm fine, people just aren't my thing." She held the tool, gripped tightly in her hand," left some stuff in the trunk, got a gun, but I can't really hit much." She moved closer to him," thank for letting me ride with you, I didn't want to deal with all the drama."
As the walked, she moved right along beside him. That was until she heard the female voice. She gripped his arm and turned around. Was she serious? Calling out like that? Might as well ring a dinner bell. " we taking strays?" She eased close to his side, and hoped he would feel the gun below her pack. Sam nestled right up to his side, under his arm, forcing his arm to slip down her back over her pack.
She stared at the female and the boy. She could tell the girl was carrying something on her back, but not what it was," I not nearly fixed enough to deal with this." She mumbled and ran a hand through her damp hair. She didn't say anything. She would let the othersake that call. Hell, they practically drug her along on the ride anyway, right?
Riker looked back at the crowd that had followed behind him in the chopper. He shrugged. He really, honestly knew none of them. The deepest conversation he had was with that bratty kid Dexter and the pretty redhead Sasha who barely escaped that camp with her life.
"Pay not mind to them. I'm sure they'll figure it out eventually." He was about to ask where she came from and how she ended up at the cabins in the woods when he heard a woman call out to them, waving them down. Sam seemed to go immediately on edge but when she said she was a mechanic, he immediately lit up. He was one also, aside from the other unsavory things he did before all this shit hit the fan.
He looked closer and saw little arms waving. Was that a baby? He was almost shocked that he was seeing a baby.
"She's got a baby. How the hell did she ..." He knew that could immediately be a liability for them if a horde were to come. It would be even worse of a crying baby drew a horde towards them. He waved her to come closer.
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