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"Yeah he fell. He scraped his leg, there's an open wound. Also a twisted ankle," Jim said to the woman, "he's been like this for a couple of days. I can get him to drink, but it doesn't stay down long." The man lowered the shotgun. "This way, follow me." He pulled the mask down off his face and stepped out on to the road.
Jim led them through the trees to were his jeep was parked. "Throw your gear in the back. Let's go." He waited for them to load the jeep. He would let them take all they needed. What they didn't want to take they could leave with the other man. He didn't really care as long as his son could be safe. If this nurse could she him, he would offer them anything.
Once they were in Jim turned into the road, down to the beach houses. "It's not far from here. Once you help my friend I can take you right back."
Mary Jane glanced at Carl to make sure he was coming with her. She waved back at Trevor before picking up the pace and tossing her things in the back of the jeep. She swung herself up into the passenger side. Ordinarily, Mary Jane would've let Carl sit up front, but she was going to need to get out first and help the guy. It sounded really bad.
As the jeep began to move, Mary Jane grabbed what she affectionately called the "oh shit" handle above the door of the jeep. Her red hair swung in a curtain around her slim shoulders, and her gaze was already turned inward thinking about what she needed to do. "When we arrive, I'm going to need boiled water and clean rags. Can you do that while I assess the guy's damage?"
"We have water," Jum said pulling down his mask to his neck as he drove, "it's clean. Does it have to be boiled?" They had a fire going, but he could do that. He didn't have clean bandages, but Marcus had a clean shirt they could use. Jim pinned the gas and drove as fast as he could. He weaved in and out of cars, he had to save his son.
He pulled onto the beach and drove the jeep through the sand. He pulled up outside a beach house. It was the last one on the very far end. He put it in park and stepped out. Pointing the gun at the old man he spoke, "you stay here. You just take what you need. Come on inside."
Wood covered the windows, and metal in front of the doors, like what you would see at a gas station or pawn shop. He stepped back and knocked. "Marcus it's me, open up," he said and he knocked again. The door opened, and a younger black male was standing there. He looked in his mid terms and held a pistol.
"Dad, did you get the medication for Tim," he aske seeing the woman, "who's she?"
"She's a nurse, she can help your brother," Jim said stepping in, motioning for Mary to follow. Inside was dark, a fire on the floor, but not lit. Sleeping bags were stacked around, and other boxes. The beach house had three rooms, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen/living room. Time lead Mary into the bedroom. It was darker than the other room, candle around lit. A boy laid on the bed, looked about ten or eleven.
Sure gripped the side of the car, the frame as they flew down the road. There was no doors on this jeep, why were there no doors. He looked back at there bags, he had placed everything he had in the back. He didn't trust that Trevor guy, gems rather have it all with him. Who ever this guys friend was he seemed to care, thought Carl, he was sure in a hurry. The guy didn't even react to him taking his rifel along.
When the stopped Carl let go of his breath, not even realizing he had been holding it. The guy ordered for him to stay here and Carl nodded. "I'll stay, got it," he said trying to regain himself. He stepped out. The water looked calm, it was deep enough he could pull his boat up and tie it to a tree. If these people turned out to be good, it may work.
He leaned on his rifel, it was quiet, no walkers, no sound, nothing at all. He heard gulls, an the water, sounded like paradise.
"Yes, it needs to be boiled. There are all kinds of microscopic critters in water than can worsen an already infected wound. I know it takes time to do that, so I'll make sure your friend is comfortable and get some cleaning done before I get the water." Mary Jane dropped out of the jeep as soon as it was in park, snagged the handles of her bag, and briskly walked up to the door with Jim. She studied the guy standing on the other side of the door. He was no more than a teenager, himself! And he didn't look injured. She was just about to comment on that fact when Jim let it be known there was someone else here, too.
It took a few moments for Mary Jane's eyes to adjust to the dim interior, and she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and following closely behind the two guys. Entering the bedroom, she immediately walked to the boy and sat next to him on the bed. The back of her hand pressed to his forehead to gauge his temperature. Fever. "Go tend to the water. I've got it covered from here." And she did. Gently, she inspected the wound and winced upon seeing the greenish pus ooze from the bloody flesh. The twisted ankle could wait; the open wound could not.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. This is not going to feel good, but I promise I will fix you up." Dropping the bag on the floor, she unzipped it and rummaged through, finding a roll of clean gauze. The scalpel came out of her shirt where she'd hidden it, and she deftly cut through the gauze before pressing it to the wound. Then she used the blade to slash open the kid's pants around the leg. Once Mary Jane was satisfied that she could work better, she began rubbing the soft gauze on and in the wound as gently as possible but still be able to remove the infected fluid.
"Boiled water for it," Jim said moving into the living room again. He didn't like leaving Tim alone with that woman, but he had to for now. Loving at Marcus he lowered next to the fire. "I thought I said don't let this go out," he said to his son, "why weren't you watching it. It wasn't even that big."
"I'm sorry, Tim was crying, I got distracted," Marcus replied, "will Tim be okay?"
"I don't know, just hand me the matches. I need to get this fire started, and boil some of our bottled water. It may be why Tim was sick in the first place. The water we used to clean the sand out may have infected him. Hurry son."
Marcus handed him the matches and stepped back, "can't we just give him something, antibiotics?"
"I don't know son, we'll let her decide. The pharmacy had been picked clean, but we may be able to find something. Go with your brother, take the gun, watch her."
Marcus nodded and Jim struck a match. He relit the fire and grabbed one of their pots. Pouring some of his bottle water in he placed it above the fire. Leaning back he watched the flames. He went to the room with his two sons, and the woman.
"Is there anything else I can do? The water's boiling, you said bandages. We don't have any, only some rags. They aren't the cleanest though."
Post by Christopher Meade on Aug 30, 2015 17:08:45 GMT -5
Few months of travelling and Chris had no clue what to do next. Every city, every town where he went was filled with walkers. He was tired of fighting, tired of running, yet didn’t want to give up. He decided he would search for a big boat, that could also transport his car and travel to Hawai, he always wanted to see it and he had nothing else to do, another plus was that since it was an island, there should be that many walkers, by now most of them should be killed.
The search took him weeks, months, where would you find a working boat that could transport a car these days. But Chris was very determined and one day he found a ship, it needed some work and he tried his best and eventually fixed it. He never sailed so it was a problem, at first it was hard but eventually he got how it worked. After practicing wit was time for the big moment, he drove his car in the ship and went for his destination.
Now couple weeks later he just arrived and started to explore the island, not on foot, but by car, his beloved car that made the search even harder. But it was one of the few things that he had left, filled with good memories, not only of his brother, but many other ones. So leaving the car wasn’t an option, on his search his found a lot of gasoline so that wasn’t a problem either.
After awhile Chris was sick of driving and decided to park his car and just sit there and relax for a bit, if relaxing was possible these days. He leaned back as all of the sudden a car passed him. Those were first people he saw or at least the first car, cause he didn’t see who was in it. He started the engine and tried to follow. Normally people would watch out who to follow, the apocalypse brought more than walking dead, some crazy people killing for fun and a bunch of other shit where added to the list. But Chris was very trustful, bad habit, his brother told him many times to watch out, but every time he would make the same mistake. Of course he would be able to defend himself, but if they had the upper hand he could be in trouble. But still Christopher followed. Until the car stopped, he did the same and watched the people from a distance, he hoped they would have noticed him. He was trustful but not dumb either, if they came toward them he sort of had an advantage, he could count how many of them and take a first look at how they acted, plus he was in his car so would be able to drive off when needed. “Come on, come on.” Chris said to himself, hoping someone would come over.
Mary Jane walked over to a set of windows and opened the curtains as wide as they could possibly go. She needed more light if she was going to do justice for this kid, and she really hoped she could! She was glad he was unconscious as she rubbed at his wound knowing it would feel like fire.
Concentrating so much on her work, MJ didn't notice when Marcus walked back in until he spoke her. She jumped with a gasp and then smiled over to him. "That's okay. I don't think it will matter much if he's wrapped up or not as long as I clean it out really well. Do you have a candle or something you can hold over me so I can see better?"
Jim looked at her, surprised he startled her. "Yeah we have a flashlight," he said looking toward Marcus. "Go get one, it's on the side table. Batteries are in the drawer if it's out." His son ran off and returned with the light. Jim flikes it on and handed it to Marcus, "hold it for her," he said to the boy who nodded. Jim moved to the window. The curtains were open, but boards still covered the window. He didn't like that the woman opened it. The curtains were all that kept them hidden from the geeks. with the old man out there they at least had someone on watch.
Jim paced the room. "Will he be okay," he asked the girl, "how bad is it." He waited for an answer and then left the room. Moments later he came back with the pot and sat it down on the nightstand. "Be careful it's hot," he said sitting down next to his son. "What else do you need. If I have to I can leave and go get something." He assumed she would have supplies, and medicine.
Carl didn't move mutch. While they were all inside he leaned against the jeep and kept a look out. His rifel rested in his arms as he looked around. Nothing but water and sand. He stomach grumbled as he looked at a few gulls. There was no sound of approaching rotters, this place almost seemed safe. They could build a fence, a water tower and lookout tower. Would be a lot safer than most of the other places he saw along the beach.
As his eyes scanned the sand and towards the road he saw a car. Nothing out of the ordinary there were other cars behind it. Except something caught his eye, there was movement in the vehicle. Any one would see that he had cleared the other cars and houses, no doubt cleaning out the rotters. It explained why there were none around, why the are as clear from the dead.
Carl walked toward the car, and slowly raised the rifel. He saw a young man inside and cake to ther iver windows. He knocked on it.
"Hey kid, don't mean to intrude. But Watching us is a little creepy. You either going to have to approach, or beater. I'd sugest the last one, he doesn't seem all the friendly, the guy wgo brought is here I mean."
Post by Christopher Meade on Sept 1, 2015 18:38:00 GMT -5
Christopher was losing his patience, not one of them noticed the car. He sighed and was about to leave again as he saw on older looking guy walking closer. Chris his hand searched for his handgun, which was on the passenger’s seat, he slowly grabbed it and placed his hand with gun on his knee. The guy looked friendly and he didn’t aim at him, but his brother taught him to be careful.
Chris was getting a bit nervous as the man also raised a rifle. But then again he probably was also doing it for his safety, the too trustful side of Chris took the upper hand again. The man knocked on the window and with his free hand Chris lowered it. The man told him that watching them was creepy and told him something about a not too friendly guy. “Hey, I’m sorry for that, just waiting for a good time to approach I guess.” Chris softly replied. “And I think I rather stay if that is ok, you are the first person I met on this island, just looking for some company, don’t want to die though, so if he is really that dangerous I might just have to go and find other people.” He added in the same soft tone.
A running car. That’s exactly what that was. There was only one thing that could actually start a car; Humans. That’s precisely what Jason saw. Walking, talking, LIVING humans. No groans, no laggy walking, no cut up flesh, no (Bad) odor. These were actual people. Something Jason hadn’t seen in over eight months. He wanted so desperately to just walk right up and talk to them. He wanted human interaction again. He wanted to talk to someone again. To have an actual conversation. Had it not been for the last humans he encountered about eight months ago, he more than likely would have approached this bunch. The people he waddled across eight months ago nearly killed him. They chased him down and out of the city at one point. That was the second time in his life that he had to kill human beings.
That being said, Jason was weary of any other humans. One thing that always got him caught or in trouble was his impatient nature. Jason was an extremely impatient person, and waiting to see whether these people were ‘good’ or not was absolutely killing him. Luckily, he learned his lesson last time. Jason decided that it’d be best to hang back and follow these people to wherever they were going. Hopefully it wasn’t far, or he’d have to go back and get his truck. Being on one of his weekly runs, Jason didn’t bother to bring his truck. Being on his feet was quicker and less noisy.
“Let’s just see where these guys go..”
Jason kept himself hidden away in the back alleyways, making sure to keep out of sight of them and most walkers in the process. Due to his path being halted a couple of times, Jason had lost the jeep once or twice, but eventually wound up finding them. One of, if not the only running, bright red jeep in the city. It wasn’t hard to find. The jeep had led to a beach house at the far end of the shore. The three individuals exited the vehicle, with the woman and one of the men entering inside. The younger man seemed to have warned the older gentleman to stay outside, as he pointed his gun at him at one point.
Jason kept his distance, staying up in the vegetation that divided the beach and the road upon the hill. Another person had pulled up in a car, stopping near the beach house as well. The older man approached the car as if he knew the individual inside. If this was some type of group, Jason had to find a way to get himself included. He just had to. One, it was safer in numbers. Two.. friends. Friends were all he needed. After being alone for so long, it hurt just to watch dead people walk by. Hearing the moans and groans as they stumbled into each other, seemingly no conscience. This was the first sign of human life he’d seen in a while, and he wasn’t about to let it go. He already made it up in his mind; Before they left, he would advance towards the group in order to introduce himself, and hopefully tag along with them.
Last Edit: Sept 2, 2015 23:41:58 GMT -5 by Deleted
Carl listened to the guy talk. First person he met on the island, sounded familiar. Though with how large it was he was sure the guy had crossed paths with someone at least once. Even the masked shotgun guy acted liked he did. But what did he know, he just got here. He didn't know what the island was like, only it was a hell of a lot better than the mainland. Here it was warm, tropical fruit, less zombies eventually, he saw no downside.
"Listen you can stay, I'm all for that," Carl said calmly, "I myself will probably stay." He lowered the rifel and looked at the young man. "The guy in there, the beach house. He forced me and my friend here, at gunpoint. Now he is in there, with my friend alone. Aparently the guy neede fixing or something medical related. Long story short. He held us at gunpoint and I don't trust him. So that's why I kinda warned you to leave. Not trying to be rude or anything. I was only told to wait outside while she helped the guy and his friend. So unless you want to help me with something, maybe getting the girl out safe. Never trust a gun wielding masked man."
He took a step back, "why don't you step out of the car son." He extened his hand, "name is Carl by the way. Figure I'd get that out of the way. This is loaded by the way, and I do know how to fire it, as I assume you do yours."
Post by Christopher Meade on Sept 3, 2015 17:51:52 GMT -5
Chris felt sort of relieved as the older man said he could stay. He nodded as the guy said he would probably stay too. “Ok.” Christopher replied. Then the man lowered his rifle and Chris put his handgun back in the holster that was around his belt.
Chris listened to the story about the guy who forced them to come here. “Wow that’s really not ok.” he said with big eyes. “I do want to help, I have a car so we could try getting your friends out.” Chris offered. He was being too kind, again, once more he was offering help to people he barely knew, but that’s who he was. He decided to not yet share he had some medical knowledge, since he studied to become a nurse. “I hope everyone is ok.” He added.
He nodded as the guy asked him to get out of the car. “I’m Christopher but most people say Chris nive to meet you Carl.” He replied while shaking Carl his hand. After that he got out of the car, but as he got out, he noticed something while looking in his mirror. Someone was standing a bit further down the road, trying to hide himself. “Who’s he?” Chris asked as he got out of the car and turned around, clearly seeing the guy. Chris was a friendly guy, so he decided to put his hand in the air, as a sort of wave. But keeping his other hand close to his holstered gun. “Oh and yes I do know how to fire, pretty good at it too.” Chris replied as to Carl but keeping an eye on the other guy.
Jason watched on as the two gentlemen engaged in conversation. It was killing him inside, not being able to go and speak with the only human beings he’s seen in a long time. To him, it was like finding the Holy Grail, only for it to behind a six foot thick steel wall. Now, he could easily approach them with his hands up, but that could mean certain death. He made a very important promise to his parents before their demise. He’d do whatever he had to do to survive, and keep living on through the hell.
With his patience running thin, the perfect moment dawned upon him. Well, perfect in his eyes. The man who had been previously driving the car waved in his direction. As far as Jason knew, he was the only person in the brush right now. How did he even notice him? Was the guy following him? Was he watching Jason the entire time? As intrigued as Jason was, that wasn’t important. What was important, was the fact that he just alerted the old man, and anyone who had possibly been lurking by the Beach house’s window that he was there. This was his chance. He could either emerge and possible get shot/die, or he could run off and risk running into them later, where they would surely question what the hell he was doing watching them. Jason knew what he wanted to do. He knew what he was going to do.
With his hands, palm open, held high in the air so as to signal he meant no harm, Jason appeared from the brush. Beads of sweat dripped down the side of his right cheek, rolling over the musty stubble that had been lingering for the past few weeks. He felt as if he was going to piss his pants. Normally, Jason would be an absolute fearless beast. Even against a horde of walkers. But meeting people for the first time in almost a year.. it was.. breath taking. It was an anxiety-inducing situation. It was like heaven and hell combined. On one hand, he could meet new friends. on the other, he could die. Or worse, he could get captured. There was no turning back.
“He-Hey..! I-I.. I don’t mean any.. I just-..” Jason closed his eyes and halted along the beach, his hands still in the air. He inhaled a massive breath, before exhaling in order to calm his nerves just a bit. “I d-don’t mean any harm. I promise.. I just-.. I am-.. I’m here to talk. Please, don’t shoot.” It was like one of those semi-rigged carnival games. You pop a quarter in, and hope for the best. His little nervous speech was his quarter.
Last Edit: Sept 3, 2015 19:43:29 GMT -5 by Deleted
"I know it's not okay," Carl said micing even further back. "I was scared, scared for my life. If you can help me get her out, I'd be greatful. I just don't know what they are going to do in there. I just want her safe." The guy said he could shoot, Which was good. "Well Chris, if you can help me. I figure you go in there, maybe with your gun out. I'll cover you from behind."
The guy asked if another man was with him. Carl turned and saw the man. "No he's not. Never seen him before in my life." When the new guy came forward Carl kept his rifel down. "Easy it's okay. We won't shoot. Just relax."
Post by Christopher Meade on Sept 5, 2015 18:46:31 GMT -5
Before meeting Jason
Chris nodded as Carl spoke. “I can understand you want her out and I will help you.” Chris replied. “We have to be careful though, we don’t want people to die.” He added. “First we think of a plan.” Chris said.
After
Chris watched the guy coming out of the bush with his palms faced towards them. After that the guy slowly walked closer. Chris watched him and as he got closer he could see the poor fellah was afraid, he saw the sweat and the look in his eyes. His suspicions where confirmed as the guy started to talk, he stuttered as he spoke which was a sign of being afraid. “He’s right, just relax, if you don’t hurt us we won’t do anything.” Chris said with a friendly smile. “Christopher, most people say Chris.” He said as he offered the guy a handshake.
The two gentlemen didn’t even seem to care that a stranger, with a gun nonetheless, was approaching them. One of them even welcomed him! Jason let out a sigh of relief, putting his hands down to his sides. They wouldn’t be able to understand how happy and grateful he was for them not shooting him on the spot. That’s what the last people did, and back then, Jason barely made it out alive. He continued to walk towards them with a very cautionary stance, not wanting to provoke them at all. He looked towards the two cars that were parked outside, then at the beach house. The other people that he saw earlier must’ve been inside or something.
Jason wanted to ball his eyes out. Two people who didn't shoot him was a blessing. He gripped the necklace that rested comfortably against his chest. He stuck his hand out to the man who introduced himself first, Chris. “Hi, the name is Jason.” In a very nervous manner, he brought his hand over to the other, more older man, nodding his head. “Thank you so much for not shooting me. You don’t understand how long it’s been since I’ve seen people. Actual living, breathing, not-flesh eating people. The last time I saw some real people..-” He quickly cut himself off. He didn’t want to come off as suspicious or anything. “Look.. just.. thank you so much. You guys really don’t know how much this means to me.”
Last Edit: Sept 5, 2015 19:43:56 GMT -5 by Deleted
Carl saw the guys gun as he had the first. Honesty he didn't trust either yet, but they were better than the guy in the mask. Right now, that was good enough. Carl smiled And moved forward. Chris shook the other guys hand then Carl did. They seemed friendly enough. Maybe they both could help him get the nurse out. They would move faster and more efficient than he could.
"Name's Carl," he said with a smile, "don't worry we won't shoot you. If I went around shooting everyone I met I wouldn't do it when the person was up close. It's a rifel, long range." He let out a little laugh, "well you're welcome. It's been a bit since I saw anyone too. Been stuck on this island, surpirse none of us ran into each other before. Us or the guy inside. I've actually met more people in this last few hours than I had in months. What a coincidence right?"
He put the strap of the rifel over a shoulder. "Listen Jason, I don't know what you are looking for but this shack over there isn't mine. The owner, he held me and a friend at gunpoint and brought us here. Now he's inside with her, getting her to heal his friend. I don't trust the man, he seemed shifty. If you could help me get her out, would be appreciated."
Post by Christopher Meade on Sept 6, 2015 17:39:49 GMT -5
Chris smiled as Jason introduced himself, he seemd rather nervous. Chris figuered that he probably ran into a lot of bad people and probalby giving him reason to be scared and nervous. “Nice to meet you Jason.” Chris replied. Then he heard how Jason thanked them for not shooting him, he also added that it had been so logn since he saw living people. “Well here we are.” Chris said rather jokingly. “Alive and kicking.” He added with a smile.
Then Carl started talking, he introduced himself and told Jaso nthe same story ,about how the got into trouble. “Those are the people you have to look out for, but with us you are safe.” Christopher said looking at Jason. “Anyways I’m still up for gettign your friend out of there.” Chris added as he looked back at Carl.
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