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Sasha folded her arms and listened to what Grant had to say. She wasn't one for going out of her way to help others or one for obeying people in general but Grant seemed to be a respectable man, probably had the most common sense amongst all of them. She shook her head as she heard the people who were supposed to be helping Grant had gone off to do their own thing, this group didn't really seem connected.
"Typical."
The choices were either help Aron, help Grant or help Remy. She didn't want to be seen just as Aron's sidekick and thought that job was easy enough for one. Seen as Remy didn't ask her to help unlike Grant, she assumed she didn't need her help. So she chose to help Grant.
"If they were supposed to help you and went off, then you need someone else to fill that role. I'll help you. If it helps, Aron and Dexter found a shit tonne of food cans in the store, if we find nothing, they might be useful."
Post by Dan-Andrei Moldovan on Jun 24, 2015 13:29:35 GMT -5
From the ruins of Bear Lake, Andrei picked up a small, 2 door hatchback with enough space for his things, extra fuel and such. He saw a motorbike somewhere in the motorpool, but it would be too loud for his tastes. This would suit his needs, for now. There was another person with him, on Adolhpus' order, since he wasn't really trusted, yet. The drive towards New Orleans was done in complete silence, Andrei's weapons being placed in the space between the two front seats.
The convoy stopped, and Lachland confirmed they had reached their destination. The sun was beginning to set, which would make his work much easier. After getting out of the car and folding the front seat, Andrei rolled up the sleeves of the dark green shirt he was wearing, tied his hair in a samurai-style knot and began arming himself. Dagger in the left boot. Tantos on his belt, at the back, criss-crossed for easy access. Then came the quiver. He detached it from its usual place, on the backpack, and strung it on his back with a 3 point strap. Finally came the bow, which he held in his left hand. Once the passenger grabbed whatever belongings he carried in the car, Andrei locked it and took the keys with him.
Walking towards where everyone was gathering, Andrei was mentally preparing for what he had to do next.
Brodie looked up at the pretty lady who offered the fruit cocktail cups and took them as carefully as if they were precious gems into his hands. "Thank you," he said. He hadn't seen much kindness these last couple of years, and he turned his back to scrub his hand across his eyes. "Dusty out here." He put the fruit in his backpack and leaned against the car to watch for his sister to come back out of the drug store.
Skyy dispatched two walkers in quick succession after entering. They'd been standing together in an aisle with their backs to the door. When they were bleeding on the floor from knife wounds to the brain, she began walking around. Jill pulled out a box of Velveeta Shells and Cheese and a bottle of olives. "Baby, you won't like olives."
Jill's lower lip poked out, "I like olives."
Skyy blinked, "You've never had one, baby girl." At the mutinous which appeared on Jill's face, Skyy took the mac and cheese and olives and stuff both into the bag. She also grabbed two boxes of toddler pull-ups, a notebook, colored pencils, a canister of honey roasted nuts, six pack of Ensure, a bottle of Advil, band aids, and Neosporin. She came out with her arms loaded and Jill following, her little fingers wrapped in Skyy's belt loop. Skyy dropped the load into the back seat of her car and smiled at Brodie. "Velveeta Shells and Cheese!" He grinned and placed the fruit cocktail with the other supplies. "Where'd you get that?"
Brodie pointed at Sam, and Skyy's face softened. "That was so nice of her." Her arm shot out and snagged around Brodie, dragging him to her for a fierce, impromptu hug. She kissed the top of his head before he managed to wriggle free.
"Watch it! I have a reputation!" He straightened his mop of dark hair and glanced back at Riker and Sam.
"Reputation, eh?" Good lord. The terrible teens. She was interrupted in the conversation, however, when Grant called over to her. She was about to say sure she'd help clear the diner when Riker spoke up, claiming the kids and her would clear out the jewelry store. Feeling pulled in two directions, she cleared her throat. "How about I go help with the diner since that guy asked first, and I'll send Brodie with you, Riker? I'll come find you guys when I'm done over there." She put the pack on her back and Brodie put Jill inside it before tightening the straps. She walked over to Sasha and Grant.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jun 25, 2015 15:05:42 GMT -5
Remy continued down the aisles that were getting darker now that the sun was going down. She'd have to get the sleeping bags quickly before she couldn't see a thing, even though the place had tons of flashlights in stock. They could take what they wanted when it was time to hit the road in the morning. She stopped for a second to see if Luca would answer, but she got nothing. She wondered if she should be worried about him. At least he was cool enough to walk away from the kid instead of just putting a bullet in his head like she wanted to. Now
"Come on Luca, don't be like that. I need your help. We all do." She shook her head and pulled down at least six bags that could be used, dragging them out, three at a time. She put them out in front of the storefront and went back inside to bring more out.
"That kid is a moron. Don't let him get to you. You did the right thing walking away."
She could only assume he was in here and could hear her. You could hear a pin drop in this town. She pulled down more sleeping bags until her eye landed on the prize. Lighter fluid and gas grill lighters, still in the box. This place was well stocked. They could get their camp fire going with that. She dragged more sleeping bags out and called out to Grant.
"Hey Grant! I got the sleeping bags and found some lighter fluid. What should we set on fire?"
Riker watched the interactions between the kids and it looked liked Skyy had scored in the pharmacy. He wondered if this group was going to be forced to share whatever they found or if they could keep whatever they came across. It looked like Remy was keeping the fishing poles and he wondered if she was going to sneak off in the middle of the night.
When Skyy spoke about going with GI Joe his dark gaze moved to the Aussie who wanted to clear out the diner. He had a feeling there would be trouble in there. At least, in a state of emergency, people don't think to flock to a gift and jewelry store. They go where there is food and gas..and that's where they die too.
"Yea, you go with the golden boy then. Leave the baby with me." Did he actually just say that? He had suddenly become the group baby sitter. "Take your brother in there with you. Me and Sam will clear out the store and make a place where we can sleep.
Grant looked at the biker and felt his gaze toward him. He wouldn't need Skyy's help if Sasha was going to accompany him, but it was appreciated. He nodded, "I agree Brodie should go with you and Sam. Split into threes, small but still numbered. We won't be long, just looking for any food or anything we can use. Once the diner is cleared you can all meet back up in the gift shop. People may not think to look there, so when it's dark they may pass by you."
He saw Remy poke her head out and smiled at her. He still didn't know if she had spoken to Luca, but he assumed she had. "We'll divide the sleeping bags up when we finish our previous tasks. You should find anything else of value, melee weapons, padding for protection, and anything to secure both buildings." When she spoke of the lighter fluid he smiled again. "Either keep it or use it on a small controlled fire. We don't need to burn anything yet. Once it gets dark we will want to."
He looked at Sasha and then Skyy. "Let's go clear this diner."
Grant set off, switching from his sniper to his hand gun. He also held his larger tactical knife, up and ready in the front. At the diner Grant went through the doors, stepping on broken class and discarded rubble. The dinner looked in bad shape. Tables were turned, cushions torn and ripped. There was a large counter before the kitchen and he flipped up the divider before going in.
The were dishes and pots scattered everywhere, two big freezer and another walkin one in the back. Anything in it would be unfrozen, due to the lack of power. There was a storage room off to the side, cardboard boxes inside that. With the absence of light it was dark, the only light source coming from the front windows. As the sun was setting grant flipped on his torch on his best to light the area up.
"Find anything of use, knives, silverware, food, and water. Water is a big thing, we will need fluids."
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Jun 25, 2015 19:19:02 GMT -5
Damon had been walking around the area until he saw an old vending machine on its side by the one building. He drew his knife and crouched, looking left... and right before focusing on the machine. Damon began unscrewing the front with his knife and slowly pulled it back until he saw the alarm wire. He quickly sliced the alarm and then removed the panel.
"Jackpot" He said before opening his spare backpack making a mental note of what he found
"Eight water bottles, two Cokes, three sodas, one energy drink, two dozen Snickers bars, half a dozen Hershey bars, and some crisps... or chips as the yanks call them..." He had now filled the pack and shoved a few fizzy cans and smalled candy bars in his pockets and inside his ankles in his socks.
Damon stood as the sun set and saw Grants flashlight heading inside the dinner "Found a vending machine overturned outside. Drinks and food including water and stuff... Anything in here?"
Dry blood stained her blouse and jeans. Tired, red bloodshot eyes looked forward in the distance as she walked. The smell of death drifting off her and hung in the air. It looked as those she just came out of a war. Barely able to stand. Lily couldn't remember how long it was since the walkers attacked their camp. She couldn't even remember how long she's been walking. It has been days since she gotten any shut eye and that much was apparent with one simple glance at her.
Her entire body ached, feet most of all. She was ready to fall over, but through sheer force of will she kept moving. If for no other reason than to stay alive. There was still the matter of finding her friends. Reuniting with them. That was the only thing propelling her forward. If they weren't alive then... then she wouldn't know what she'd do. Eat her gun? Lily already lost everyone else who mattered to her. There'd be little point in going on if she loses what's left. The brunette kept going over that night in her mind. Blaming herself for things well beyond her control. Thinking that maybe she could have done more to protect the group.
Those thoughts were shaken as she heard people up ahead. Could it be? No. Nothing was ever that simple. Dare she allow herself to hope? Lily came to a stop, right hand sneaking back to the SD9 tucked away in her back jeans pocket. She was no fool. Lily was about to call out to them and if they turned out to be unfriendly she better hope she was still a good shot when she was tired as fuck. Lily was down to her final clip and hasn't been able to find a shred of supplies since leaving camp. It was a miracle she lasted this long.
“H-hey!” Lily called out. Barely able to get the words out of her throat. 'Please be them,' she continued mentally. 'Please be them.'
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jun 29, 2015 20:17:13 GMT -5
Remy went back inside the store and looked around for some kindling. They may as well set up a little campfire in front of the little stores where they were all doing to sleep. She found old boxes they could burn, some wooden crates and the lighter fluid. She was starting to stack it all up when she heard Lily's voice call out. At first she thought it was Sasha, Skyy or Sam, but then she realized they were in another part of the town they were scavenging. This woman came from the road and that was a dangerous thing, especially when the sun was going down.
She immediately dropped the kindling where she was going to set it all on fire and picked up the newly made nail bat as she started towards the girl, calling out in a stern voice.
"That's far enough. Throw down your weapons and put your hands up!"
She was talking loud enough so that most could hear her speaking to the stranger. She could probably handle it, but it was also a rally cry to let people know that a stranger was now in their midst.
That... wasn't them. The only blonde Lily knew was Sherry who for all she knew was lost back in Kansas City. The bat didn't escape her notice. The brunette backed away slowly as Remy made her advance while keeping a hand on the gun in her back pocket. Gun beat bat in Lily's mind, but even in a rested state that wouldn't mean much if there were more of them around the city. Still, Lily wasn't willing to drop her only means of protection that easily. She didn't trust people before the world went to hell. She had less reason to trust them now.
“I will when you put down the bat!” Lily called back.
Lily kept backing away, not wanting the blonde to have a chance to get too close to actually be able to use that thing. If anyone from her group was here then surely they'd vouch for her. If not, Lily would just have to move on. Bloodshot eyes took a quick glance of her surroundings to see who all were around while never leaving Remy out of her sight.
“I'm just looking for my friends!”
Lily wasn't sure why she said that. Fishing for sympathy? The woman had no reason to believe her. Lily sure as hell wouldn't have in her position, but still she said it. She'd blame it on the sleep deprivation.
Last Edit: Jun 29, 2015 21:32:08 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Dallas Hatcher on Jun 30, 2015 2:15:36 GMT -5
The attack on the camp came without warning and without mercy. But then the walkers aren't capable of feeling anything anymore. Anything other than the endless hunger is gone from them. They walk, and they feed, and they never sleep. Sleep... That was the folly of the camp in Missouri. The hotel looked safe, felt safe. It was anything but. The horde came as silent as the night. While the camp slept. The watcher, half dazed with sleep in his eyes, did not see them until it was too late. His death was quick, unable to warn the others of the doom that was at their doorstep. The warning came when it was too late. Barry was the one to scream out. The poor kid never stood a chance. He was dead the moment they got him, but his death had given the others the time they needed to get away. There wasn't much that the few who made it had taken with them, but then when you are running for your life at the drop of a hat, you don't stop to grab anything to take with you.
It had been days on the move, trying to keep ahead of the horde. He had managed to rest here and there for a few hours. Never long, but it was long enough to keep him functioning. He was out of food, and his canteen was low on water. He needed to resupply. A sign passed had told him he wasn't far from a little town called "Boise City" It wasn't a name that inspired much, but perhaps it would be small enough that he could resupply without running into other people. The thought made him smirk. Before the outbreak, he hated being alone. These days, he almost preferred it. The whole world goes to shit, you would think people would band together. Fight back against the fucking walking dead, but they turn on the living just as easily. Such a frail creature they all were. What had happened?
He tugged at the strap on his backpack and slung the rifle back over his shoulder. He liked having the thing, and couldn't bring himself to throw it away, even though he was out of ammo. He still felt better having the thing. These days, a bluff was just as good as the real thing nine times out of ten. He wasn't far from the town. half and hour, a full hour tops. It was getting dark out, and that limited what he was able to do. He didn't have a flashlight in his back. He had taken it out the night of the attack. In the chaos, he had not thought to grab it. Something he regretted a great deal. Maybe he would luck out and find one in town.
Sasha looked toward the woman headed toward them, she thought Skyy was her name, whom she had not spoke with yet. She didn't mind her helping out, all it would do is speed up the process. Grant spoke of the plan and Sasha nodded along, she understood.
Sasha pulled out her glock from her holster, it probably wasn't going to be used but knew it was needed. The diner wasn't left in very good condition, tables toppled over, glass on the floor, probably previously raided.
She approached the diner counter and slid over. There wasn't much there, a few left over silverware, which she tucked into her bag. There was a torch on the floor, which she reached down and grabbed. There was a door on the very far left which was closed. Seen as there was nothing at the bar, that's where she decided to head. When in, she noticed two small water containers. Not much but a start.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jun 30, 2015 17:26:17 GMT -5
Remy lowered the bat, but she did not but it down as she continued towards the girl. Once at the edge of the road, with the girl across the street, she stopped and looked at her. Her features were becoming faded from the lowering sun and she really wanted to get back and start that fire.
"We're the only ones here and I don't recognize you."
Her accent was clearly southern as she spoke clearly telling the girl she was not from here. She stared at the girl intently as she gauged what she was dealing with. Her back was to the town, off to the side was the woods were Adolphus' group was and to her other side, was someone else. She muttered quietly under her breath.
"What the hell?"
Where did all these people suddenly come from? It made her feel like she was being followed more and more, only contributing to her paranoia about everything. The urge to leave was always with her and only by Grant's urging did she find herself compelled to stay.
"He with you?" She tilted her head towards Dallas as he made his approach.
Luca sat in the room, brooding. The group was growing ever-larger, and he was getting nervous. He could handle something small--maybe him, Remy, Grant, the biker, hell. he'd take Anthony if it appeased Remy. But this amount if people guaranteed trouble, as evident by Dexter's outbursts, though Luca was thankful that Riker did something about it. Half of Luca was possessed to grab Remy and run. They could make it to Louisiana, just the two of them. Leave everyone here behind. He wouldn't steal from them, he wouldn't leave them for dead. Just take enough for him and Remy, and be off. But he knew he couldn't. That wasn't the man he was. Not anymore. He felt somewhat responsible for these people, and sitting here brooding in a room was no way to act on that responsibility. People bickering, dissenting, it made Luca nervous. He could maybe lead these people if they listened, but they weren't cops, or even that responsible. And Luca was no Logan, or Adolphus, for that matter. Hell, he could probably learn a thing or two about diplomacy from Anthony.
He heard Remy inside, calling out to him. "Come on Luca, don't be like that. I need your help. We all do." Luca heard her, and he even believed her. They probably did need him, but how? He and Grant could probably lead the group during a battle, but they were free of that. Adolphus had his victory in Colorado, and the only faces around here were friendly, thank God. Luca wanted to call out to her. He wanted to let Remy knew that he heard her, and he appreciated it. But no words came. He shook his head as he heard Remy leave. More newcomers.
More newcomers? God damn, was this place busier and easier to find than they thought? Person after person, be they from Bear Lake or elsewhere, stumbled upon Bear Lake...
Luca's eyes widened, and his throat became immediately dry in fear. Be they from Bear Lake... The self-doubt left him, and Luca burst out of the building. "Hey, hey! Everyone inside--now! Vehicles! Push 'em between the buildings! C'mon!" Luca looked over to Remy, who was greeting some newcomers. There was no time for Luca to conduct any kind of interview so as to be sure these were good people. "You wanna help?" He asked of the newcomers, "then gather what you got, follow everyone inside. Move vehicles into alleys."
"People showing up left and fucking right," he spat out, kicking at the dirt angrily. "This place...the most obvious fucking place!" He screamed. "Straight shot from Bear Lake, Remy! And how long did it take us to get here? And how long have we been here?! We need to hide all traces--now!"
Last Edit: Jun 30, 2015 21:14:45 GMT -5 by Deleted
Adolphus took his own binoculars and looked down at the congregation. He recognized the heavy frame of Anthony, and he could just faintly hear Remy's voice. Seemed like she was in charge, or at least one of those in charge. The others, it was hard to say. They very well could have been from Bear Lake. Adolphus didn't focus on faces when he attacked the camp. But this was definitely their group. It had the two people Adolphus wanted, and the others would die alongside them. "Well done," Adolphus called to all his companions. "These are, indeed, the people we've been looking for. Imagine the look on Remy's face when she discovers I've found her yet again...and how Anthony will scream."
They were outnumbered--by a fair amount, too. But not many of the group seemed trained, and they wouldn't have the element of surprise. Adolphus considered calling for the attack to take place within an hour, but just then, a young dark-haired man emerged from one of the buildings, possessed with an obvious sense of urgency. Adolphus could actually hear the man fairly well. He wanted the group to hide themselves, hide their vehicles and all traces of their presence. This had to be Remy's man-friend. Luca, was his name. Adolphus hadn't yet had the pleasure. Hiding wouldn't do them any good, too late for that.
Adolphus lowered the binoculars. "We attack at dawn. They think they're being clever, hiding form us for the night. If they have another eight to ten hours of safety, they'll assume they've evaded us. Then, at dawn, when they wake, we strike."
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Grant heard Luca call and dropped what he was doing. He sounded distressed, there were vehicles, more than one. Grant could only think of who those were. If lucky it would be a group like them, or it was a group of Raiders. Either way they needed to get the upper hand. If it was Adolphus then they needed to hurry and get everyone organized. By now the vehicles had already seen them, there was no hiding that. He heard Luca say to hide the vehicles.
He climbed the counter, "Sasha, get Damon and go to the store with Aaron. Stay there with Anthony and Dexter until I come find you. Grab whatever it was that Damon found, but hurry. Skyy, you get to your brother and Riker. Tell them to stay down, and keep their heads out of sight. Again don't do anything else until I come around to give further orders. Both of you try and find a back exit, to avoid alerting or presence."
He exited the diner, switching from his SMG to his sniper. He needed to long range. He saw the way Luca pointed to the vehicles and set up his sniper on the hood of a car. "They're stopped," he said out loud, hoping Luca could hear, "they aren't moving. Moving the vehicles are pointless, if they haven't seen us by now, then they will if we cause a big scene. We are best to have everyone go inside and cover the defenses. Keep it small, two or three stores."
He stepped back, "Luca, you and I will lead if they attack, each of us taking a side. We need to make sure everyone is armed, and well stocked with Ammo. If they are bad then we will get the drop on them, if not, then we say our peace and hope we just go our separate ways. If it's Adolphus we need to take the fight to them, take them out before they do us."
He looked at the two new comers, a man and a women. "Both of you get inside the sporting good store, keep low and out of site. Go in through the back exit, so they don't know what store you are in."
Grant looked at all the people gathered, "Remy in the sporting good store, were there any radios, two way, CV, anything like that. If so we need to use them. One in each building, our own channel. If not I'll run between the buildings, make sure everyone is stocked and knows what's going on."
Grant looked back at the vehicles through his scope. "I can see people. Remy I need you to look down the scope, see if it's Adolphus. I don't know what he looks like, but you do."
Sasha heard Luca call out for everyone to get inside, it obviously meant that danger was lurking. His voice sounded fearful which she never really associated with a hardened, tough guy like Luca, whatever had caused him to do this was definitely a huge threat to the group. It seemed that the group were on the brink of something immense. She listened intently, there was another group hiding in the shadows.
Her attention was grabbed by the newcomers, she didn't like the idea of all these new people showing up, they could have been sent by the enemies for all they know. She agreed with Luca, it seemed that more people showed up here in a few hours than over the whole time at Bear Lake, it all was just mad. The one thing they could do was help with the possible war, more people meant more firearms and a better chance of winning
The other members of the group in the other buildings weren't aware of this, so Sasha thought that she'd be the one to tell them. It just so happened that Grant asked her to do this to the group at the general store a few seconds later. She hurried over to Damon to get ready to go back to the store, offering her bag for any supplies he couldn't carry. She went through the back door of the diner to allow them to get to the others without alerting the rival group. "Ready? Let's go."
The door flung open as she exited the building, with her hand holding onto her bag and her other grabbing onto her glock in case it was needed. Sasha sprinted along until she reached the building, there was a cellar door unlocked which was their only way in without gaining the attention of the enemies. She climbed down and landed on the floor, with the dispatched walker lying on the middle of the ground, then up the stairs to where the main group was residing.
"Now I don't want to alarm you all but there might be a bit of a problem. There's a bunch of people not too far away, they've been watching us and it'll only be a matter of time before they attack. Stay in here, keep your heads, we can't let them know we're here. Make sure you're all armed, their attack could come at any time. We've got a war to be winning."
Riker was carefully holding the baby as they went through the building. One arm wrapped around the child, one hand carrying his handgun. In a strange way, he felt pretty masculine doing this as he looked after the toddler and Samantha at the same time. There was no sign of any walkers as they cleared out the gift shop, but the good news was there were snacks of peanuts and candy that he could take for themselves. He was certain the baby would enjoy one of the lollipops that he found.
"Looks like we found a quiet spot to sleep. I don't hear anything upstairs."
However, when he heard Luca, all kinds of alarms went off in his head. He couldn't take the toddler into battle and he was certain Skyy wouldn't want to be without her child during all this.
"Come on Sam. Go with the others to the diner. Take the baby." She really had no choice as he shoved the now scared toddler into her arms. To help ease any fear though, he grabbed one of the apple lollipops and gave it to her.
He immediatley went to the bike, pushed it closer to the sporting goods store, next to the open SUV. He hoped Remy still had the keys as he shut the back of it and grabbed his shotgun. And now, there were more people. Two at the road where Remy was standing. "What's going on?"
There was a thump from below, he didn't think it was anyone who had already been inside the building. He grappled his axe, it was the weapon he felt most comfortable with. Aron rushed downstairs when he heard the noise, it sounded like it had came from the cellar. Why would anyone use the cellar when there was a door right out front? That hinted to him that it wasn't someone friendly.
Aron was relieved to see Sasha and Damon come up from the cellar stairs instead of a bandit, he lowered his axe. Aron jumped straight in and questioned why they used the cellar route. "Why did you use the back, you know there's a door on the otherside?" Sasha ignored him and informed them that there was another group planning an attack. His eyebrows raised, his mouth was wide open and face puzzled, he didn't understand.
He headed back upstairs to take it all in, it was going to be Bear Lake all over again. Death, screaming, chaos. This was a group of people he actually knew, most of the casualties at Bear Lake were a load of randomers. He picked up his axe and looked at it, it wasn't going to be useful here, he went over to pick up the pistol in his bag. He wasn't very good with firearms but it had to be used now. Aron began worrying, Sasha was too confident, she knew how to use guns, she was fine but he was at a complete disadvantage. Aron expected it to all be over soon.
Lily stopped when Remy did, and took her hand off her gun when the blonde lowered the bat and showed both her empty hands as a gesture of goodwill. The fact the blonde didn't recognize her was a bad sign if she wanted to find her friends here, unless Tori was the only one with them. Tori never was good at descriptions. Anyone could fit the 'brown hair and brown eyes' description. She had to ask, anyway.
“There's no one in your group named Tori, Shinta, June, Nex, or Mary?”
If not she would just leave. Lily didn't have any affiliation with the group and she doubt they would trust her enough to let her spend the night. Last thing she felt like doing was answering a bunch of questions from potentially paranoid people who wouldn't believe anything she said anyway. Lily attention was turned to Dallas when Remy noticed him and Lily mood suddenly went up from the brooding she was doing earlier.
“Dallas? Son of a bitch, how did you–?”
Lily didn't even get to finish her sentence as another man came up to them and started talking about moving vehicles and shit. Another guy yelled at them to get inside the sporting good store and go through the back. What the fuck? Lily hasn't been here for five minutes and already the group wanted to put them to work. Jesus. Wait, what was it the first guy said? People showing up? Bear Lake? Great, these people were being followed. Of all the groups to stumble upon she had to find this one.
“I knew I should have taken a left turn at Albuquerque. Dallas, this way!”
There was no point to leave. Whoever were after these people could shoot the two of them on sight for all she knew just for the crime of being there. Lily headed for the sporting good store and went around the back like the other man said stepping inside.
“Don't shoot. We're friendly,” she said to anyone who may be inside. Lily took out her gun and checked it. If there was such a thing as a gun being “too safe” that was it. The thing had more safeties than a girl knew what to do with and none of them were manual.
“I have sixteen shots left in this clip. Could be worse. Won't matter if I pass out during a firefight. What do you got?” she asked Dallas.
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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