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"Dinah!" Jonathon yelled, surprised to see her run out. He cursed under his breath as he followed her, keeping the rifle trained on the man outside. "Get in, grab what you need, pick up your weapon again, get out. Deal?" He said, trying to keep his hands from shaking. He was more worried about what this guy might do to Dinah then he would do to him. "Just take what you need, there's plenty for all of us so long as you don't try to get greedy."
"I don't mean to be rude, but uh, I don't know either of you so the weapon stays in my hands where I can use it." Jim spun around to shoot the walkers closest to the pumps. Pow. Pow. Pow. That would bring in more. He hated putting his back to the people inside, but hey, what choice do I have? A chance the man inside would put a bullet in his back sure beat the guarantee of biters gnawing on his bones. Pow. Pow. Pow.
"F*** it." There's too many and they haven't killed me yet. Jim dropped the magazine from his rifle into his hands and slid the weapon through the door. "I'm coming in." Stepping through the gap the blonde created in the barricade, he'd help her close it behind him if the man allowed. "I'm Jim, I'm guessing the pretty one's Dinah, and your name is? It looks like we'll be spending some time getting to know each other." With a pause and a nod towards the dead heads outside, he than glanced at his weapon on the floor.
Holding up both hands Jim continued,"Now, you can trust me but I don't know yet if I can trust you...are you going to let me grab that? I'd hate for it to get stepped on..." These people seemed alright, but Jim knew too well that looks were often misleading.
Last Edit: Aug 20, 2015 23:00:50 GMT -5 by Deleted
(Sorry for the delay. FYI: I am having wifi issues at home.)
Dinah pressed the door shut as soon as the man was in and gratefully accepted his help pushing boxes and such back into place as a barricade. She was in immaculate shape, but the adrenaline of it all had her heart beating what felt like five times its normal rate.
Walking back to Jonathon's side, she leaned in against him a bit, watching the man, Jim as he called himself, glance back at the gun on the floor. Glancing up, she met Jonathon's eyes and lifted her slight shoulders in a shrug. She had no clue what to do in a situation like this. It was well-known that people were much more dangerous than the walkers could be, but Jim seemed all right if a little chatty...and was he wearing makeup? Anyway, she was going to let Jonathon decide what to do. It wasn't as if they could throw Jim out after inviting him in. Due to his gun, the walkers were everywhere outside. She could hear them bumping into the glass door and walls. "Maybe we should get between the ailes or behind the desk so they can't see us?"
(No worries ) Jonathon kept the gun raised. Even if Dinah trusted him, he wouldn't take any chances. "Grab your gun, put it in your belt." He said, keeping the rifle pointed at Jim's head. "Then grab what you need." He shot a glance at Dinah and knew she had a point. "You can hold up here till they pass. Then it's back to your car on on your way. Understand?" He really hoped his voice wasn't shaking as much as he thought it was. The adrenaline was coursing faster in this situation then any encounter with a walker. Those things weren't people, not anymore. They were just animals, vermin, pests in an open season. But people, living breathing people, Jonathon made a point to not shoot them, and he hoped he wouldn't have to now.
"Yeah, I don't think it'll fit in my belt but-," Jim spoke sarcastically at first but switched to a calmer softer tone when he remembered who had a gun pointed at who. "You don't have to worry. I just need gas and we'll be out of each other's hair." Slowly reaching down and shouldering his AR, Jim walked into the aisle.
"You know you can put that down now," Jim began, referencing the rifle the man held pointed towards him,"The girl's right, we shouldn't stand by the windows, my name's Jim by the way. Yours?" He grabbed a candy bar and began to munch on it, hoping to ease the tension. Tastes stale. His eyes shifted between the two. They seemed to be as scared of his motives as he was unsure of theres. An hour tops and I'll be out of here.
Dinah slid her hand up to Jonathon's elbow. She knew he was being protective, and she liked that about him. She wasn't going to tell him to put down the gun, she simply grasped his elbow and tugged him into the center aisle where she promptly took a seat. A bag of Skittles was torn open, and she dumped some into her hand. They looked okay. She popped a handful into her mouth and her teeth came down with a terrible crrrruuunch. She froze and glanced at both men before chewing again. Around her mouthful, she muttered, "These are greeeeaaat." Personally, she thought she was crunching loud enough to wake the dead, and in this neighborhood, that was a pretty bad idea.
There was a bang on the window as a walker came forward trying to get in. Dinah jumped skittishly and swallowed the remainder of the stale Skittles in her mouth.
Jonathon still didn't trust Jim. Dinah did though and Jonathon trusted her. When he felt her hand on his arm he relaxed a bit and when she started to pull him he finally gave in and shouldered the rifle. He followed her to the aisle and sat next to her, glancing over at Jim every so often. He couldn't help but chuckle and put an arm around her. Grabbing a skittle from his bag and tossing into his mouth, there was a similar crunch when he bit down. It was nice, ignoring the apocalypse with her. Of course, Jim was still there and concerning him.
The man still hadn't given Jim his name, or at least he hadn't heard so. That was unsettling. As innocent as the girl seemed, that only made him distrust her more, and the guy...he didn't trust him as far as he could throw him. "Do either of you know how to turn on the gas?"
Jim avoided the windows as he perused the shelves. The food was stale and the beverages were flat but he found some low rate first aid stuff and the Bic lighters looked useful. One eye on the store's aisles and one on his companions, Jim continued to eye the register. It seemed the likely place for a switch or something, though the walkers outside made searching there an unwise idea.
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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