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Anthony dusted himself off further before looking up to Grant. The man immediately took concern in Anthony's wound. It perplexed Anthony, a bit, that the man was so concerned with his well-being, but he wouldn't question it. Maybe Grant was just a good, caring guy. They needed more of that. The world did. Anthony faked a chuckle. "Nah, wound's fine. Hurts, but it's fine. It's to be expected when you've been shot, right?" Anthony looked beyond the roof at the expanse beyond them. Not too much, really. Not on these outskirts. No people, no walkers. Nothing.
"Keep watch, huh? Not really much to watch for, from what I can tell..." Anthony noted as he started to explore the roof. Grant had saved his life, he'd shown care for Anthony, yet Anthony actually knew very little about the man. "Grant, what'd you do before this mess? Did you spend most of your life in Australia?" Anthony was still staring into nothing as he asked the questions. He wasn't great with these kinds of conversations.
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Luca watched as Remy took down the lone walker. He wasn't surprised when she succeeded. It was one walker. Still, his hand was reaching for his holster, just in case. "Nails and a hammer? What for?" he asked of the woman, considering what it could be. "You wanna attach 'em to that bat? Damn, that'd be a dangerous weapon, there..." Luca thought to himself, more than anything. "Well, let's see what we can find."
Remy then responded to Luca's comment about keeping people happy. She told him she'd support him, and that standing up and taking some charge was good. Luca couldn't deny that, and with Remy's support, probably, came Anthony's. With Anthony's, Aron's and Grant's, hopefully. But it'd be hard to say. Now wasn't the time to think about politics, though. Remy gave Luca a quick kiss on the cheek, which left him stunned for a moment. Before Luca could really respond to it, Remy was off talking about weapons, which allowed Luca to return his focus away from group politics and from the kiss. Now...wasn't the time.
"Rifles are good. Handguns...yeah, let's get on it," Luca responded, following Remy to the location of the firearms. He couldn't help but snort at Remy's comment about bows and arrows. "No, I never learned. That's Robin Hood shit, right? If we got room, feel free to take it along. I bet someone knows how to use one...you said someone in Miami put one in that psycho's thigh, right?"
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"I could barely pull myself up," Grant laughed, "how'd you get the gun wound? Wasn't from the camp was it?" He knew that Anthony had been there longer than he had. Maybe it was different than he saw. The camp had been good to him. Fed, clothed, gave him a place to sleep. Ellen had been kind to him. Her sniper dad had good tips, but it was all a loss. He had to move, get something better out of it.
He shifted the gun and watched the two kids in hoodies follow the redhead. He then flipped over to where he saw Remy and Luca enter the shop. He watched the front, the doors and the ground below it. No walkers yet, all that mattered. He looked back at Anthony, "maybe you can a pair of binoculars. Be a spotter. You're patient, would be good at it."
Grant leaned back from where he sat. "Yep from Australia my whole life. Only ever left the country a few times. Once on tour and once when I was younger. The last time was my vacation, it's really long," he laughed. "I was in the military. Sniper. Came to America with my brother. We're still separated."
He moved the scope to where the biker and his girlfriend was. They seemed to be talking to someone, a little further down. He move the scope and saw a woman and what looked like a younger kid. "Two on the right. Human. With the biker," Grant said. He moved away from the sniper where it was set up. He unclipped the clip and kept it pointed on its stand. "Take a look."
Sasha watched as the two boys caught up with her, she had gone off alone, as she thought that she worked best alone. Others joining her? No biggie, it would speed up the supply collection time, plus the boys surely knew what they were doing.
"We'll start left and work our way left." The building on the far left looked like an everyday family run convenience store, she pointed. "Now, that's not a bad place to start."
Dexter then spoke to the two about the previous escape from the cabins. Perhaps seeing a new side of Dexter. She could tell that most of the people in the group saw him as a whiny teen, which he was but Sasha could tell that he wasn't that bad, at least he was here helping. "No problem. You were no threat, you needed help, you got help. And I'd do it again."
Apparently Dexter had forgotten her name, she didn't really mind, there was so much to process in the last two nights that she didn't blame him. "It's Sasha." She smiled. "Would you like me to write it down for you? You spell it S-A-S-H-A." She said playfully.
Sasha looked behind her to see what looked like a young family in the distance. "She has a baby? That could be us dead right there." She sighed. "Let the biker people handle it, if I were them, I'd get them collecting too, then we might let them in."
She carried on towards the small store, eventually reaching the entrance. She raised her gun and went on inside. A typical convenience store, everything you expected. A third of the shelves were still full, which was better than expected. Sasha saw some stairs leading up to probably the family's living space. "I'ma check upstairs, one of you can look down here."
Sasha walked through the room with caution and her gun ready. The bed, she saw what looked like two lumps underneath, bodies. Surely not biters, they would have moved by now. Approaching with caution, her gun ready, she pulled the covers off. "Shit." It was two dead corpses, presumably a couple, they were holding hands, with a gun next to them. Suicide, it was sad. To the side of a bed, she saw a picture, it had the couple and a young boy, most likely their son. It reminded her of her family, they were also close, then she left the country and never really spoke to them again. It reminded her that they could still be out there, like a family, she didn't want to think about it, she probably knew the reality.
Post by Remy LaCroix on May 28, 2015 6:20:14 GMT -5
"Don't you remember the bat I had before? That was my favorite weapon. Those nails do the trick."
She looked across the store and saw fishing poles. That was something they would need but she wondered how much of all this they could fit in the two cars they had. Maybe the poles could go in Sasha's car. She heard Riker call out to her and she nodded to herself, making a mental note to get gas cans from the feed store.
She hooked the bat into the belt loop of her jeans and reached for one of the bows and a quiver of arrows, if that was what it was even called anymore. She tested it out, pulling it back but seeing how taught the wires were, she knew she would need a lot of practice. When Luca brought up the arrow in Adolphus' leg she scowled as she looked over to him.
"Yea, Andrei. But he ain't here so I guess I'll figure it out. Maybe the biker knows. He seems to have a thing for blondes. I bet he'd show me even if he doesn't know how."
She laughed a little as she strapped the bow and arrows around her shoulder, looking towards the door that led to the feed store. She moved across the room and snatched up a few of the fishing poles, some tackle and any other little tools she figured they could use, stacking everything up by the door. She opened one of the doors to the feed store and propped it open with a little kick stand it seemed to have. She was sure Luca would follow once he collected all the weapons he could carry. There were more supplies to be had.
"What do you think of Grant? What's his angle in all this? He just shows up, out of nowhere, kills Randall, then joins us without question. Don't that seem a bit strange?"
Skyy turned to Brodie and put a hand on his shoulder. "Stay put and take Jill." She shrugged out of the baby harness and helped put it on Brodie's back. Rifle still pointed downward, she walked a few paces toward the biker in order to speak at a more normal level. "Sorry to startle ya'll. I didn't want to come too close in case...well, you know. I'm Skyy, like the vodka. That's my brother, Brodie, and my daughter, Jill. We just separated from a group two days ago because they were doing things...treating people..." she trailed off and cleared her throat. "It was best if we left, so that's what we did. Look, I know it's a risk taking in a baby, but I can keep her calm. It was hard when she was a year old, but at three she seems to understand the danger of noise and keeps quiet most of the time now. I can't guarantee all the time as she's still a little one, but she's a good girl."
She paused for a moment and took a deep breath, "I'm in charge of protecting my brother and daughter. We can't be on our own. What can I do to make this happen? I have a car, tools, and skills." That seemed reasonable, right?
"Sasha got it," Dexter said as the entered the store. It didn't look that picked over, which was surprising. Maybe a small town payed of after all. He tucked his hands in his pocket as he walked the isles. "You look like a Sasha. Weird how your face can look like a name." He laughed as he paced the isles.
When she left for upstairs he followed, "you check down here," he said to Aaron, "you'd know better what everyone needs."
Dexter climbed the stairs and watched Sasha pull back the covers. He laughed at what he saw. "They took the cowards way out. Why go out like that, we have so much to live for. It's fun now, like a game, or book. As long as you're breathing, you keep living. Don't need to pussy out like this."
He Teache forward and grabbed the gun from their dead hands. He spun it around and poked them with the barrel. It was a blood mess, the flesh stuck to the gun, threatening to peel off. "So should we keep checking up here?"
Sasha looked back at a chuckling Dexter, she didn't really care at all that he found the situation funny, what he thought and felt wasn't in her control and there wasn't really any problem with the way he felt.
"Maybe they couldn't bear living in the new world. Some people are cut out for this shit and others aren't, these guys obviously weren't like us." It was true, the people who couldn't cope with the new world had died out a long time ago, that or they were lucky, very lucky.
Dexter questioned whether they should remain upstairs, she pulled open the last drawer. "Ah." It was a first aid kit, she opened it. Everything was in place, that could end up being useful. Sasha placed it in her rucksack, now they had checked almost everywhere up there. "Alright. We're good up here, we can get back to Aron. See if this place has got a cellar, they'd keep a lot of extras in there."
Her head turned back to the picture. There were three in the picture, the two parents, who had been on the bed and a child, where had the child gone to? "Do you think the boy could be somewhere here?"
"Makes you wonder when they offed themselves," Dexter said as he kept poking them with the barrel of the gun, "how far in did they last. They look like they've been here a while." He watched her find a first aid kit and smile. "Hey at least they aren't biters. Saved us the trouble," he said as placed the gun to the top of the head, making a gunshot sound with his mouth he laughed.
He helped her search the room, crawling under the bed. He found nothing but clothes, and a game board. Both were useless to him currently. The upstairs was tiny. He found a small radio and tucked it in his pack. As he kept looking there were jewlery, and a mirror. Dexter looked at himself in it. He had changed these last two years. Long gone were the days of some skinny 15 year old. He had muscle mass, and looke more mature. He smirked at himself and brought the handle of his gun agaianstagainst the mirror. It shattered and he put his pistol away.
He followed her down to where Aaron was but stopped and looked at the picture. "He could be. I doubt it though. Maybe a biter. I think they've been dead a while. Maybe he's still out there somewhere. Who gives a fuck?"
Aron stayed on ground floor as the other two went up the stairs. He was glad to see that quite a lot of the produce was still on the shelves, they could take away a lot from the shop. He moved over, toward the cash register, he opened it and laughed. If he had that money before the outbreak, he'd might actually be able to live easier.
He knelt down to reach the bottom drawers near the desk, his ear touching the ground. Whilst collecting a torch, he could hear hushed noises could be heard from under. "What? Hello?" No answer, just more groaning. Probably a walker.
He edged toward the door, most likely where the cellar stairs were. The groaning was getting louder now. His axe ready and torch out, he tip-toed down the stairs, ready to face whatever it was. Out of the shadows appeared an undead boy, his frame much thinner than it should have been, half of his face missing and a blood covered body. I'm sorry. Aron thought as he put down the lone walker.
What was behind the dead boy was what was more important. It appeared to be an enormous stack of tinned cans which would be very useful for the group, he started stuffing them into his bag. The most important thing right now was fuel.
Riker looked at Sam as the girl approached, leaving the kid and the toddler behind. He reached a hand to his hair, pushing the long mane back as he took a few steps towards her. "Brother and daughter, eh?"
He looked past her to the kid that was holding the kid. "You know, everyone pulls their weight around here. Tell your brother to go find us some gas cans and we'll think about it."
Of course he said that, but he had no authorization around here. If anything, Luca was the one that was in charge if that's what one called it. All he knew is that they had to get away from Colorado.
"There's two people inside that feed and sporting good store. They're the ones you need to talk to. Luca and Remy. I'm sure you're kid is just fine, but it ain't my call."
Sam stared at the female. Riker moved towards her, but she hung back. She crouched down and pulled off her pack. While doing so, she slipped her gun out from behind her back. Sam sat it next to her pack on the ground. Her eyes watched the scene, and she listened for sounds. She was paranoid , she knew that, but it was to be expected. She fished a white pill bottle out of her bag, and a bottle of water. Two pills slid into her hand and she took a drink of water. Aspirin. If anyone asked, it was easy to hide. Everything went back in her pack and she rose.
Riker told the kid to find gas cans. A kid and a baby. Well, toddler. This group just got better and better. It was when Riker told her to get permission from Rwmy and Luca that Sam snorted," good luck with that, that Luca is a real piece of work." She slipped her pack back on and moved towards Riker," we got work to do." She glanced at him as she headed to a line of abandoned cars.
Skyy nodded and turned on her heel walking briskly back to the kids who so depended on her. "He said you need to find some gas cans, Brodie. I don't want you wandering off by yourself, so I'll come with. Who knows how many walkers are in these buildings." Brodie only nodded and held out the baby contraption. Jill had fallen asleep once more. She gently slipped her arms through it and buckled the waist belt. "I'm going to let you lead our expedition, Brodie." He nodded.
"How about the sporting goods store?" Brodie asked.
Skyy shook her head, "It's already being cleared."
"Umm..." Brodie "Gas cans. Where would I find gas cans...Oh! How about that Valvoline we passed when we came into the city?"
"Good call. Lead the way." In all fairness, the Valvoline wasn't far away, in fact, it was just down the street a ways. "Hold the gun like I taught you, Brodster."
"I don't like when you call me that," he hissed at her, but he followed directions anyway. Skyy gave a long-suffering eye roll. Teenagers. He had turned thirteen just two months ago and already the hormones and angst of teenagehood were becoming evident. How the hell was she supposed to survive walkers and a teenager for five more years? Humorously, she considered she might let the walkers get her if she had to listen to Brodie's constant snark.
Upon reaching the Valvoline station, windows dark, door open, garage doors closed, Skyy watched over Brodie as he lifted his weapon and knocked three times on the door then stepped back. There was a moan from inside. Dropping the useless rifle (no bullets), Skyy pulled out the wicked hunting knife she'd taken from a fallen comrade last year. It had come in really handy. "Let me get it, Brodie. Stand back." He knew the danger of firing a gun in a city. He stepped further back and soon the shuffling, moaning, rotting corpse spied them as it walked from the building. Arms stretched out toward Skyy, and she grabbed one of the arms and plunged the knife into the eye socket. The walker dropped. Two more came out quickly then, and Skyy kicked one down to the ground in order to turn on the other as it went for Brodie who stumbled backward, gun held up. She swept its legs out from under it and when it fell, stabbed it through the back of the head. By this time, the other walker had gotten back to its feet and gurgled a growl as it grabbed her hair. Spinning, she clocked it on the side of the head with the knife point. It went down.
Panting quietly, Skyy got to her feet and dusted herself off. "You okay, Jillybean?" She turned her back to Brodie who examined the tot.
"She's good. Sucking her thumb." Brodie then led the way inside the dark building. There was the moan of more walkers, many of them, but they seemed contained somehow. Skyy and Brodie separated in order to search the waiting room. There was an old snack machine that had been busted. All that was left were a couple of those nasty bit-of-honey mega bars and a Whatchamacallit. Brodie pocketed them.
Skyy searched around the desk area, opening drawers and the cash register. Nothing. It had been picked pretty clean. The door to the service ring was closed but unlocked. Brodie opened it and the sounds of the walkers grew ten times louder. Shining his flashlight around, she found them. "Stuck down in the bays, Skyy."
Peering over his shoulder, she looked and nodded in relief. Thank God. "If there are gas cans, they'd be in here. Do you know what they look like?" Brodie nodded and scampered into the dark room. Skyy followed. While Brodie looked for gas cans, she would be looking for other useful items.
Dexter shook his head and climbed the stairs back down. He looked around and moved along the shelves. "Aaron, where you at," he called out. He went to the cash register, saw it open and laughed. Taking it out he crumpled the bills and tucked them in his pockets. He moved back ad flicked a few pens off the counter.
He climbed down Intonthe storage area and saw the body of the kid. "Sasha, found the kid from the picture," he called up to the woman, "Aaron killed him." He move past the man and the body. He started grabbing some of the cans, holding them in his arms. He didn't have his bag so he couldn't carry much, but he would help with the load.
"What else you find," he asked Aaron, "anything to drink? Mouth is dry, need fluids."
Riker watched as the woman took his orders to go help, but instead of going to the store where Luca and Remy were, they headed in another direction to an auto parts store. After Sam took her pill, he gave her a sideways glance as if wondering what it was she took. Not that he cared. Drugs and booze were a pretty regular thing in his club.
"That shit ain't gonna put you on your ass is it? I'm not carrying you around like dead weight you know."
He moved to one of the cars with her, looking over his shoulder to Skyy as they slipped inside the abandoned building. He hoped they would find what they needed. Thankfully, they could get started already as they found an empty gas can between two of the cars.
"I mean honestly, you don't know what I will do to you if you're unconscious. I can think of plenty of fun things we can do together. You may not remember it though, so what's the fun in that?"
He took note of her dour tone while talking about Luca and Remy, but he really didn't know them. He did know, however, that Dexter was a punk that probably needed a good dressing down. Once the gas door was open, he slid the tube down until he could not push any further. He started to pump to draw the gas out of the car and when a trickle of petrol leaked, he motioned for her to open the one can and start to let everything drain down. As the gas tank emptied, he looked up at her.
Dexter came down the stairs shortly. From what Dexter was telling Sasha, the kid had been from a family, perhaps the people who owned the store. There was no point getting sad over people you had never met, attaching yourself to someone would only make it worse when they're gone.
"Not much apart from the food, found some batteries, a torch, some tools." They needed drinks, Dexter was right. Aron kept searching in the storage room. At the back, there were two massive barrels, presumably of beer. Aron pushed them out the way, there was two boxes. He opened the first one, just empty bottles, they could always be used to catch rainwater. Aron looked in second box. "This is very suspiciously convenient, and I like it." He said as he held up a pack of water bottles.
Aron saw Dexter, only having his hands to carry the supplies. "Aight, lets get the stuff back to the cars and then we'll go looking for gas." Supply wise, they were virtually done, all they needed now was gas, which Sasha's car didn't need much of. Soon enough, they'd be out of Boise City.
"The batteries work for the light," Dexter asked looking at him," or are they bigger. You know, for cars and all that." He looked at the back room where the barrels were. "Wow, what do you think are in these. They're warm on the outside, must have been there in a while." He stepped back so they could be moved out and smiled as he picked up the two boxes.
He looked back asking the shelves pulling off a few items. He founds a magazine and rolled it up, tucking it in his back pocket. "Makes good kindling," he laughed, "what kid of food you have there? Or is it just the usual? You know, crackers, old chips, mold food, soup mix." Dexter looked through, "you search under the shelves? Incase some were shoved under."
He moved along, "this place have a freezer? You know to keep milk and all that. Was it back near the stoatge?" Dexter walked toward the far wall, opening a geezer door. He pushed past expired cartons of milk and looked ito the back. He didn't see anything, "looks empty but it's to dark to see."
He turned back, "yo Aaron, you have a piece? I found an extra gun. It doesn't a have much ammo. I don't think I can use it for mine."
Anthony shook his head at Grant's first question. "No, not the camp. Got it in Florida. Two, actually. One of them was from Adolphus, the guy who attacked. The other--more serious one--was from a guy named Jeff. Little girl, Dakota, killed him right after. But he nearly killed me and killed the one guy, Ash, I was telling you about. I almost died from this wound, but two people--military man named Nick and...a young woman. Vivian...they saved my life..." Anthony trailed off, recounting the events of that evening in his head. Ash and Vivian were gone. Nick was gone. Dakota and Clem had left with Tala back in Texas. Probably dead, too. The only person still with him from that day was Aron. Anthony's mind, for a moment, fell on the young man. He'd been with the group through thick and thin. Anthony would try and talk to him later, thank him. See how he was doing.
"Sniper, huh? I thought i remember you saying you were in the military, Good to have you...try and, uh, stick around. Military guys don't seem to last too long with us, sadly..." Anthony's mind went back to Nick and to Logan, one of whom went missing on the trip to Colorado, the other died when they reached the destination. "I'm sorry about your brother...where was he when the dead started walking? With you? I was an only child...and, well, no one from before the end of the world to really miss." Anthony took the rifle from Grant and looked down the street to see what was transpiring. One lone woman, by the looks of it. "Biker and his girlfriend--what the hell are their names--seem to have it covered. We'll see what some of the others say. Luca, maybe. I'm not good with executive decisions..."
"And, hey, you find a pair of binoculars, I'd love to help you out," Anthony smiled as he handed the rifle back to its owner. Recounting the story of his gunshot had put Anthony in a bit of a funk. Vivian...the closest thing he'd had to a friend. Dead, gone. Like everyone else.
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Luca could tell that Andrei was definitely a touchy subject with Remy, based on how she responded to the man's use of arrows in the past. Maybe he'd ask Anthony about their history. But it wasn't a priority. Not right now. "Yeah, you put those nails on a bat, shit, you could bash somebody's brains out and...damn," Luca shook his head and chuckled at the thought. "That'd be bloody..."
A wide smile emerged on Luca's face when Remy mentioned the biker. "Maybe he knows how, maybe not. But you're right, he seems to like blondes. He'd pretend to know how to use that, I bet. If he thought it'd impress you. Let him try, but I'll be right there keeping an eye on him," Luca joked. It was a half-joke. Luca was not the type to get insecure or jealous, but sometimes people wanted you to behave that way, He didn't think Riker would try anything, though. It would cause unnecessary drama.
Luca made his way over to a rotten corpse, the hands of which still clutching a leather messenger bag. "Let's see what you got," Luca said as if addressing the deceased. "Hey, hey, look here," Luca's voice piped up. Bottle of tylenol, antibiotics, a rescue inhaler--with juice still in it--and a Swiss Army knife. Luca quickly grabbed the items and placed them into his own pack. These things would be great if someone came down sick. That was one of the things you forgot about in this mess--plain sickness.
The second compartment of the bag was less interesting. One book. Actually, it wasn't a book. Just a blank journal. Luca almost tossed the thing to the ground, but then thought of Anthony. The man loved to talk. Maybe he'd talk less if he could write some shit down. Read his own writing instead of hearing his own voice. Luca'd give Anthony the journal, act like it was a gift.
It was then Remy asked about Grant. The man's place was interesting, to say the least. "He's taken a liking to Anthony. He was from Bear Lake. Definitely grew up in Australia, given the accent. Or he's a good actor. Showed guts by shooting Randall. Gotta say, it wasn't going to be me. Not unless Randall killed somebody first. I'll try and get to know him better. He seems like a good guy to have around for now. Good, solid shot. Solid guy. Why? You think he's got an angle?"
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"That's a lot of people," Grant said, "must be hard for you to talk about. I know talking about my brother isn't easy. He may still be alive, least that's what I hope. It's been two years, but at least I'm hopeful. He was in the states with me, we were both on vacation. We were separated the day of the outbreak. From there I didn't look back, I assume he's dead, but there's a chance." Grant move back down the sniper and put the clip back in. He moved the scope down the street to where Aaron and Dexter were moving barrel to the front. He didn't know what they were, but had a good guess.
"So when did Remy, Luca, all the rest come into the picture. From what Ellen and Charlie said you seemed like well knit group. Or was it just more a spur of the moment conoy." He moved back down the the biker, an their new friend. Seemed the woman was off looking for gas, along with the kid. Maybe they'd all get lucky and find some. He couldn't see Remy and Luca from here, he just hoped they were allright.
"I guessed Military people don't last long. We're fighters, push ourselves past the breaking point. We try and be the heroes. All of us," he said with a smirk, "I'll try an live as long as I can. Someone has to protect this group. Crazies and people seeking revenge are all out there. If I'm going down, im going down taking a shit ton of them with me. They'll have to skin me alive before I fall."
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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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