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Robert looked through the heavy barricaded window of his ambulance. He could see two others on his cameras outside the walls. There was a girl and a guy, both seemed rather angry and not as friendly as the first guy he talked to. The woman was vulgar and rude, had a mouth on her. One things was clear, they all wanted him to turn off his megaphone. He didn't get why, it made no more noise than yelling, which the sniper was doing a lot of. And if they heard his response they'd know he was willing if the sniper came down.
He heard the snipes reply and waited for the kid to climb down. Once he was at the truck Robert flipped the switch and the radio died down. He leaned back in his seat and move to the rear doors of his vehicle. He opened a back flap, like a mail hole on a door. He looked through it and saw the kid, a pistol drawn like the others.
"Alright it's off. Just tell your friends to chill and I'll open the door. They were quite rude and if they want trouble I'll just leave. But if they can relax a little, like you friend, then we can work something out and I'll open this door. You like narceautics, pain pills, I can supply them. Maybe some winter coats, not that you'd need them now but eventually. So just tell your friends to chill and we can talk. Face to face."
Tala stood a bit dumbfounded. She couldn't believe this guy and once he opened the hatch, he was an old man. He started spotting things to Marko. He wanted to trade, and he was talking about drugs.
Tala lowered her gun and rolled her eyes. This guy wasn't even worth the effort. She wondered how he had survived so long. She glanced at Marko and at Wyatt. Were they really buying this guy? Something was wrong with him, in her opinion. He was probably high on the pills he was offering to trade. Tala didn't want any parts of that crap. This world was fucked, but if you ran from it and tried to escape the reality , you'd wind up dead. She stared at the old guy,"Marko, we don't need any of that stuff." She spoke softly, loud enough for Marko to hear her.
Marko saw Tala and Wyatt on the other side and waved them down. "Keep your weapons lowered" He barked in the same way he used to order his men. Habits were habits. He hoped they didn't take that as a complete stand down, they still needed to maintain a degree of readiness. "You can come out now. Don't mind the guns, they're just a... precaution"
"You can keep the drugs, old timer, but painkillers, morphine and the likes we can do with. The coats would come in handy as well" Marko thought it was ironic, how painkillers usually had some part narcotics in them as well, especially morphine. Although, he doubted the man would have it, being military issued and all.
Robert opened the door slowly and blinked at the sunlight. He saw the guy, and smile at him. Behind Robert were rows of boxes, some marked ammo, others marked food and clothes. On the walls guns were mounted, guns of all kinds. Snipers, Assualt rifles, and hunting rifles all in pristine condition. There were also a space cleared out, built in table that had various electronic parts on it.
Robert stepped out. He was wearing a pair of dirty blue jeans, a brown t-shirt with an orange sleeveless button up shirt over top. His hair was long, but semi near, his beard no so much. He smiled at them. "Alright so you want to deal. I can work with all that." He saw the other two, they didn't look as friendly, and he still eyed the guns.
The one man, the sniper said the stuff they could use and Robert nodded. "I do mostly trade deals. Meaning if you have something to spare, I do as well. Why don't you take a look at the coats first." Robert pulled out a box, he opened it revealing coats of all kinds, for kids, adults, army jackets, ski jackets. They were in al sizes, large to small. They came in black, camo, and even neon colours. "Don't have leather jackets, or bomber ones, but the rest should be in there. I have more clothing if that's what you're after."
Post by Wyatt Thorne on Aug 2, 2015 4:00:06 GMT -5
Wyatt laughed as the guy said He and Tala were being rude. “That’s a good one, got another one?” he asked with a chuckle. “We are just trying to keep ourselves safe dude.” Wyatt said stern, but yet a little more loosened up.
Wyatt listened to the guy as he offered to trade, shortly after he turned to Tala as he heard her response. “Well Marko, I’m with Tala on this one.” He said as he also lowered his gun and put it back in the holster around his belt.
Seconds later the conversation continued between the old man and Marko. Now he was offering coats. Wyatt just rolled his eyes, but he was still watchful, if the old guy would try something he would be able to react.
Tala glanced over at Wyatt, a bit shocked he was agreeing with her. She looked back at the older man and then at Marko. She backed up a few steps, but her gun was not being put away, just lowered. She watched marko as he deal with the old guy/ He said he had coats, those they would be if they stick with the original plan and headed North. Most of their supplies were in the truck or the RV. Her eyes rested on Wyatt, and she leaned over and nudged him with her arm, 'one of those army jackets might be a good idea, least you and Marko could look the part if we ran into anymore of those Militia guys." She glanced at Marko, and waited before she said anything to him, letting him take the lead on dealing with this guy. Since the man didn't like her already, and thought she was rude.
Post by Wyatt Thorne on Aug 4, 2015 12:51:18 GMT -5
Wyatt noticed that Tala kept her gun, lowered but didn’t put it away yet. His was already in the holster, but he was fast, so when needed he would grab it, besides Marko and Tala still had guns.
Just seconds later Wyatt felt the little push against his arm and saw Tala leaning in to talk. She said the military jackets would be handy, if they had trouble with militia guys again. “Good point, we could blend in that way.” Wyatt whispered back. “I have to warn you though, it will make me look extremely sexy.” He joked while chuckling a bit, but still kept it quiet. But for now Wyatt did the same as Tala and waited on Marko his reaction.
"Everyone needs something," Robert said to man and woman who weren't interested in cooperating like the other guy was. "The world existed because people always need something. Even the caveman traded fur and meat. Look at the Indians, booze and guns, prime seller." He smiled as she mentioned the coats, "yeah have army coats, military, navy, female male, large, small, take a look."
He moved the box at his feet and opened it up. "See more coats then you known what to do with. Have pants too, and shirts. Shoes, while box of shoes, combat boots, runners, sandals. Bet you could use a new pair." He chuckled at himself and smiled again. "Or we can talk big ticket items, guns, meds, and food or water. Higher value, higher price. Hand guns, sleeping pills, rifels, dried meat, and canned vegitables. You picture it, I probably got it. Microwave bacon, when's the last time you ate that."
He leaned on the back of the truck and saw movement in the distance. "Alright shops closed, time to pack up," he said closing the doors behind him. He looked at the three people. "Appears you were right, walkers coming." He picked up the box of coats and walked along to the front door. Putting it in his passenger seat he looked around. Walkers were coming from every way, moving fast, and towards them.
"I suggest you get a move on, they are coming really fast now," he said as some started to come right on them. Movig inside he grabbed a rifel, "no point throwing your life away."
Tala could have killed him as she heard his words and grabbed Wyatt's arm," knew this would happen, let's move."
She let go of his arm and ran back into the bar." Walkers coming, a lot, time to bug out!" She yelled as she grabbed bottles of whiskey and tossed them in a box. She ran back and grabbed her pack and the blankets they had. She was moving her ass. She tossed stuff I. The box with the whiskey, their weapons and ammo , along with the food that was being shared." Come on, move your asses!!" She yelled as she lifted the box, her pack on her back."hey," she shouted to the quiet guy," can you carry this to Wyatt?" She needed her hands free so she could use her gun and spear.
Post by Wyatt Thorne on Aug 25, 2015 16:44:28 GMT -5
Wyatt listened to the man as he explained what he got. He heard that they guy chuckled, but Wyatt couldn’t even bring a smile up, he kept the same stern look on his face. He just sighed as the man kept telling them what he got.
Then his attention was drawn to some noise close by, not normal noise. He looked around and what he thought was exactly what was happening, walkers making their way to them. Before he could react or say anything the man spoke, telling them shop was closed. “Yeah duh, of course, with all the damn noise.” Wyatt said annoyed as he watched the guy pack his stuff. “Hey wait a minute we wanted those jackets dammit!” Wyatt yelled.
Then he felt Tala grabbing his arm en telling him they had to move. “Right, let’s go, come on Marko.” Wyatt said as he followed Tala. Shortly after Tala, Wyatt entered the bar and heard her yell to everyone inside to move their asses. “You heard her, let’s go people!” he yelled.
Wyatt watched how Tala started to collect stuff, he did the same and took as many useful things as he could. He heard Tala yell to Emyr to bring him a box. “It’s ok, just collect stuff.” Wyatt said to Emyr as je grabbed the box. Then he walked over to where he left his backpack and his own stuff, he placed the box on the floor and filled his backpack. He swung it over his shoulder grabbed the box and walked back to Tala. But there he dropped it again, since walkers made their way inside. Hr grabbed his gun and started shooting, killing the ones that got in. For now the place was secure, he looked around but didn’t see anyone but Tala. “Did they ran off already?” Wyatt asked as he had no clue what happened. “Well I think best option is that we stay together, I have the keys to my car, let’s get out of here, and hope we’ll find the others on the way out?” Wyatt said as he looked at Tala.
Roberts arched the two run off. He didn't know how they we're going to get out. The rotters started to swarm and he looked out the barred windows. He heard shouting and looked for the three young people he had just talked to. He hoped they were okay, he didn't want to be the death of those kids. They seemed alright, them dieing cause of him would bum him out.
He opened the door and raised his rifel. Firing a shot he took out a walker, then another and another. He saw the kids all running to a car and looked at them. "You all better hurry. I'll help hold them off until your group is loaded in your cars. Hurry though." He fired a few more shots and reloaded his rifel, helping was the least he could do.
From the side of the walkers came the sound of gunfire. Trucks pulled up and what looked like military personal stepped out. They had automatic weapons and fried at the walkers. Once most of the hosrde was down, they changed thei fire to the trucks, taking our wheels and putting holes in the doors of Wyatt's car.
"Seems the noise attracted more than just walkers," Robert said as he fired at the dead and the living. "You kids want to live, you should come with me. Load up, it's armoured."
Emyr's time being frozen and staring into space was interrupted by a sudden group of faces rushing into the bar, looking panicked. From the moment they had entered, he knew that things had taken a serious turn. Tala began yelling that walker's were coming, he had no idea where they had came from. Though, he had no time to worry about that, he was concerned about avoiding being lunch for the walkers. Emyr shot up, ready to escape.
Tala told him to bring a box over to Wyatt, until Wyatt told him not to and just collect stuff. Emyr nodded quickly, with his sad, wide eyes, before moving off to go and collect his bag, shotgun and any other items that could be collected along the way.
Once he'd found his items, he put on his backpack, grabbed his gun and headed back. The walkers were inside now and the pressure was getting to Emyr. The quiet man carried his gun and began picking off some of the walkers. He knew that shooting wasn't going to hold the walkers off for long. Emyr quickly made his way outside, there were walkers everywhere, people everywhere. He looked around terrified, he had no idea what was happening. An older looking man said that if they wanted to escape, they'd better go with him, Emyr nervously made his way over.
Last Edit: Aug 25, 2015 20:08:37 GMT -5 by Deleted
Tala heard gun shots, and then a lot of gun shots. She followed Emyr out and was taken off guard. The fucking militia had found them and was taking out zombies and their vehicles! Fuck! She glanced around and realized Wyatt's car and the truck were done, and she heard the old man.
Tala headed for his truck and got in, firing at the militia as she did. She glanced back as she went and saw Wyatt," come on! Move your ass!" She gave him some cover fire and ducked into the truck.
Post by Wyatt Thorne on Aug 26, 2015 19:38:58 GMT -5
As Wyatt rushed outside he saw all the walkers and if that wasn’t bad enough, the military Group they were trying to ditch arrived too. “Fuck!” Wyatt cursed. Then he saw how both their vehicles were destroyed, mostly due to gunshots, but also part from the walkers. “Not the damn car!” Wyatt yelled. He watched his car for a brief second and then shook his head to get back his focus.
He heard the old man yell if they wanted to live that had to come with him. Wyatt saw Emyr running towards him, followed by Tala. He saw the military group closing in, joined by the walkers. Blood was everywhere when the military dudes started firing on the walkers. Wyatt heard Tala yelling and he knew he had to get out of there. He wanted to find the other group members, but staying there any longer would mean his death. He rushed to the vehicle and jumped in. “Let’s get out of here!” he yelled.
The group kept firing and Roert fired back. When the angry girl and the one oter kid came in Robert clombed through to his drivers seat. There was guns along the wall they could use and ammo in boxes, but gems prefer they didn't.
When the last guy entered Robert looks back, "shut the doors and aim through the slots," he said, "then hang on." Once they had and everyone was secure Robert pulled out of there.
The wheels screeched on the old ambulance and bullets bounced off the metal plating on the side. He drove on to the road and down the way. The truck bounced as he made his way out of there, and away from the militia.
He reached the highway and stepped on the gas, pushing the truck to it's limits. When they were a decent ways away he turned back, still driving.
"If they come again I have a surprise for them. There's a turret back there, fifty cal. Tear through even this thing," he said with a laugh, "glad you folks made it, name's Robert by the way. You can have those coats now if you want, sorry about the noise."
Who was this group attacking them? Why did they want to kill them? So many thoughts were racing through his head. It didn't make any sense. When he was alone, nobody wanted to kill him, now he was in a group, others wanted them dead. Maybe if he'd stayed alone, he'd be safer. Though, he knew that he'd be dead if the attacking group had found him also.
They didn't stop firing at them. Now he truly believed that the end was near. Now, even Emyr was doing his best to stop them. Firing through the slots, he aimed at the tires, trying to harm their vehicle more than anyone inside. Unlike many others, be hadn't killed a living person.
They were on the highway now, and a decent distance away from the attackers now, though be hoped they would keep going, he wanted to be as far away from them as possible. His eyes grew wide when Robert said the strength of the turret. After the older man introduced himself, Emyr replied fast. "Emyr. Emyr Jones."
Tala was crouched , staring out the slits in the rear doors. She felt the shift of the vehicle as Robert swerved and she rocked forward her head hitting the metal door. She went back and landed on her ass on a box of clothes. She glanced around, a bit stunned. She heard Emur talking, the old mans voice and she saw Wyatt. She felt wetness trickle down the side of her jaw and ran her fingers up. She had gashed her head on the door. It wasn't bad, no point worrying over it. She wiped her fingers on her jeans. Robert was awfully nice considering this was his damn fault. If he hadn't showed up making all that damn racket they may have been fine. She cast a lethal glare at the old man," well, thanks a bunch Robert." She was slightly sarcastic," now what?" She glanced at Emyr and Wyatt. They could throw the old buzzard out and take his truck. Tala hated the fact that the thought brought a shitty grin to her face.
Post by Wyatt Thorne on Aug 31, 2015 16:25:08 GMT -5
When Wyatt entered the vehicle the man told them to use the slots to fire and that they had to hand on after that. Wyatt nodded and did as he was told. He tried his best to shoot and hot something, he didn’t care is it was a walker or one of those assholes.
Just then he started to drive. Wyatt saw how Tala hit her head and landed in the box of clothes. “You ok?” Wyatt chuckled, he cared for Tala but it looked incredibly funny. “He told us to hang on.” He added with a smile as he offered Tala his hand. Just as she turned her head Wyatt could see she was hurt. Instead of waiting for her to grab his hand he sort of crawled over to her. He took one of the clothes out of the box, didn’t seem very useful and wiped the blood off. He knew Tala wouldn’t be happy about it, but he had to take care of it.
Mere seconds later he heard the man introducing himself as Robert, followed by Emyr replying with his name. “Good you are talking.” Wyatt said with a little smile as he looked at Emyr. “Well you already know my name is Wyatt and the lovely lady here is Tala.” Wyatt replied. Then Robert told them he had some big firepower ready for if they returned. “Alright, that’s positive.” Wyatt replied.
Moments later Tala replied and she seemed a bit annoyed an slightly angry. Wyatt just thought about the events for a couple minutes and Tala had every right to be angry. He made the noise that possibly attracted those walkers, he was the reason they had to leave their friends behind. Tala finished with asking what was next. “Well next Robert is going to apologize for making so much noise, cause that is the reason our friends are left behind now.” Wyatt said rather stern and a bit annoyed. “I do thank you for helping us out, even though it was your fault many people would just drive off and leave us.” Wyatt added. “Oh and I’ll take the coat.” Wyatt said with a little smile. Then he turned back to Tala. “You got something in this truck to take care of her head wound, probably you do, since it’s an ambulance.” Wyatt asked. “Oh and I won’t take no for an answer we are going to take care of the wound.” Wyatt said as he faced Tala again.
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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