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It took some time and the sun was still shining when they finally got back to the island. She pulled into the driveway, using the samurai sword to clear the driveway of any stray walkers. It was far more quiet here and with a stroke of luck, there were none in and around the little beachside neighborhood. It was here they could take a breath, look through the ammo and get their bearings straight.
Blade stepped out of the car, his hands on his hips and eyes squinting with the booming sun on him. He watched as the girl cleared the driveway from some stray walkers. Her name escaped his head. He had her to thank for getting him out of the mess back in Savannah but that really wasn't his style.
"Aren't you gonna thank me?" Blade waited for the girl to look puzzled and wonder what he was talking about. "Thanks to me we got out. Back at that shitty tax office, I kicked off, I planned it. I did it so we'd escape. He knew this obviously wasn't true but he enjoyed pissing people off and getting a reaction.
Blade waited to hear to see if she'd reply, before heading towards the building itself. The one thing he was looking for at the moment was a drink. "Wonder if this place's got any good fucking drink?"
Annette had no idea why she locked up her house when she was away. It was an old habit that was nearly impossible to shake. It wasn't like anyone was going to get in easily. Walkers couldn't turn doorknobs and rob you blind, but the living certainly could. Not that there were many of them left.
She opened the front door and was followed by Blade who was looking around for booze and accolades from her.
"What? Thank you? What the hell? I'm the one that got us out of the city, thank you very much."
He was joking. Wasn't he? He had to be joking. There was no way he was that much of an asshole.
"I save the booze to be a disinfectant. There's no way I'm going to let you get your hands on it." She gave him the side eye as she threw the keys back in her pocket and headed towards the kitchen.
"Be useful for once and unload the boxes into the garage." He would see the decor being light and beach themed. The couches were soft and plush, comfortable enough to sleep on even though she took to the upstairs rooms to sleep and live most of the time. She had a chance living on the second floor of the house. She felt like it gave her an advantage.
"Maybe. But it was thanks to me that we did it with a bit of fucking style."
Blade didn't like the way she refused him the booze. "Well that's not a nice way to treat the guest." If worst came to the worst, he'd go out and get some himself. It wasn't a very hard job, he'd been able to complete much worse.
Her bitchy attitude was getting on his nerves, he liked being the person to piss people off and didn't like it when people did his job for him. He questioned whether he had bitten off more than he could chew with the girl. Of course not. He could handle the girl but it would take some time to get used to her attitude.
"Of course I will. Whatever you say." Blade signed and went to go and do his job, singing a workers song on the way.
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Annette wondered how the hell she was going to spend the night with this guy. He was annoying as all hell and arrogant to boot. When he went out to the car, she manually raised the garage door to give him room to move and stack the boxes. When he finally got them inside, she locked up her car, shut the garage and locked that up tightly as well. They still had plenty of daylight, but she didn't like wandering far if she didn't have to. Tourism was dead and acting like one would likely make one dead too.
She looked over the boxes and nodded in satisfaction. She took the top box and set it on the floor amid the other garage items. She had tarps, rope, tools, a washer and dryer that weren't even used and two large hot water heaters. There was a generator, but she had run out of fuel for it. She didn't like how loud it was getting anyways. She started to dig in, getting the ammo she needed for her weapons. He could do whatever he wanted.
"So, uh, Blade. Are you like..staying here? Or finding someplace else?"
She looked up at him and shook her head, offering a half smile at that odd question.
"I mean, you can stay tonight, you know. There's room to sleep upstairs and everything, but what is your grand plan?"
The job was easy, which why it was completed at a slow pace. There was very little walker threat or danger from other survivors. He wasn't going to waste energy completing the job as fast as he could, there was nothing forcing him to rush.
Blade leaned over and searched through the boxes, looking for any ammo which could be used for his sig sauer's or his thompson. He picked some of the ammo up and put it in his bag for later. Standing back up, he was about to have a look around the house when Annette asked the question he knew was coming. It had been on his mind for awhile, knowing he'd be on his own again soon.
"Well. Lets be honest here, I don't see how this is going to work. We both know we don't see eye to eye." He scratched his head. "So, I'll be gone in the morning. I don't really have a plan but there's some, uh people that I'm looking for. So, that's what I'm gonna do."
There was a very slim chance of ever discovering the people he was looking for and even if he'd find them, they'd probably want him gone anyway. Realistically, Blade knew they were gone and he wasn't going to find them but he felt he had no other purpose of him existing, the task gave him at least one thing to keep fighting for.
Annette sat down on one of the comfortable couches, pulling out her handgun and starting to re-load it with all the valuable ammo they managed to take. She was thankful she knew about that stash, but she also knew it wouldn't last forever. She had to learn how to fight and kill walkers with a knife or sword, or anything else.
He spoke honestly about them not seeing eye to eye on things and really, she barely knew the man. She didn't like what an asshole he was and his temper almost got them killed.
"Looking for people? Who are you looking for and why? Do you think you'll find them?"
She gave up looking for friends and family long ago. They knew where this house was and they knew an island could be a safer place, even though it was just as bad as the mainlands, at first.
When she asked about the people, Blade looked away, only half wanting to answer her question. He didn't like talking about how he screwed up and messed not up not only his life but pretty much everyone around him.
"Family, family. My wife and kids." Admittedly it was his ex-wife but the man didn't feel like saying this and having a conversation on his unsuccessful marriage life. "I've been looking, for awhile, with no luck, I can't say they're gone until I see it with my eyes but realistically..." Blade sighed, she'd know what he meant.
Blade didn't even know why he himself kept looking for people who probably didn't want anything to do with him. Maybe it was another chance to prove to himself that he isn't useless. He went back to checking through the rest of the boxes, hoping that the situation had moved on.
Annette got suddenly quiet. She was not expecting him to say that. What she was expecting was him to say he was looking for his drinking buddies, or some prostitute he was a regular customer of. Not a wife...and kids. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she thought after all. She wasn't sure if she could give him the benefit of the doubt though. She saw how his eyes and faced changed when he spoke though.
"I wasn't married. No kids. I ..uh.."
She trailed off trying to change the subject, but not sure she really could at this point.
"I'm sorry Blade. I didn't know. I hope you find them."
She knew he wouldn't though. Those she did come across that were decent people were doing the same thing. Looking for loved ones. Desperate to find anyone from their lives they could hug again. Often times the stories were the same..traveling with their families having been attacked by the walkers...death all around. Her story was the same of theirs. She had hope, but she knew how futile that hope could really be.
The girl seemed to be surprised when he mentioned the fact that he was looking for his family, he couldn't blame him. The way he had acted, his attitude, they were enough to convince anyone that he wasn't a person like that. "I know, I know."
She then spoke, trying to apologise for the recent conversation. "Sorry for what? It's nothing, really. Had we stopped places, I'd probably of done the same thing." The girl had done nothing wrong and Blade wanted her to know that, he hadn't been serious a lot of the time but now he had been, to let her know it was fine.
"...Right. Well. Is there anything you want me to do or help with whilst I'm here? These are the best fucking hands in the business, would be a shame if they were to go to waste."
In a way, she kind of didn't want him to go. She was getting used to his personality, as grave as it seemed to be. He seemed make light of the situation, which, given the circumstances around them, was a breath of fresh air. She had been hiding and going at it alone for so long that she almost forgot how to deal with different personalities. She pulled her knees up to her chest as she looked towards the boarded up window. Light could be seen streaming between the boards and she thought about securing the house a little more.
"Do you think you can build something that can protect the house a little more? I mean, I have the bottom floor windows boarded up and I hide upstairs when the walkers come, but is there something else I can do? I'm getting sick of hiding."
She got up from the couch now and moved to the window. The only thing she saw was the trees moving from the breeze that was blowing, but quiet was deceiving. She knew this and she hoped Blade knew this too.
It wasn't going to be that hard to leave the place, he didn't think Annette thought much of him and honestly couldn't blame her for it. But he was going to miss getting on Annette's nerves, she handled it a lot better than most, she seemed different from the rest.
Blade listened to the girl, hearing about how she would just hide at night and about her defences. "Considering I used to be a builder, yeah, I think that's something I could do. You ever thought of setting up traps out front? It'll keep the walkers from getting to your house and you only need wood, we used to do it back at the old camp, worked a fucking charm!"
Blade was amused when she said she had nobody to help her around the house. He also stood up, with his arms folded. "I can see that. If you're implying what I think you're implying, then tell me." He didn't want to keep searching but it felt like something he had to do but if the woman was honest with him, he'd maybe reconsider his options. "Aren't you concerned that I'll get us all killed, like we almost did in Savannah? I can do a few things but I'm nowhere near perfect, you gotta know who you're dealing with. If it's what you want, tell me."
"Traps, uh, no. I don't know what kind of traps to build. You mean like bear trap kind of stuff?"
She had only seen that in cartoons that she recalled. There was a hunters museum in Savannah that showed the sort of wildlife that trappers had caught in Georgia, but it was small and she didn't pay much attention to what was inside. She wasn't a hunter herself and couldn't tell one trap from another. She was a scavenger.
She looked up as he almost demanded an answer from her. What was she asking? Was she wanting him to stay? She could understand his need to find his family, but oddly, she was rather enjoying his company...when he was calm. She stood up now and moved towards the front windows that had the curtains drawn and a few long boards nailed to the walls. She could look out without giving away that she was inside. Walkers couldn't see in as the windows had a tint to them. Most of the beach houses had that to stave off the sun and keep the homes cooler.
"Look, I'm not implying anything. I mean, it's up to you, but I could use the help. If you're a builder, then you can help me. You're the first man...person...I've had this much contact with in a really long time. I'm sure you've figured it out, but I don't have the kind of.."
She looked back to him as she pulled her long hair over her shoulder. "...bravado, like you do. I don't like being scared, but I am. I don't want people to find me. I don't want to find people. I don't want walkers to know there's fresh blood in here. I don't even want to get close to them..or anyone. Is that weird?"
Blade chuckled when she mentioned bear traps, they were something he definitely could not provide and generally something he didn't want. "Bear traps, fuck no. I have something a bit different up my sleeve." He was thinking about spike traps out front. This meant that any walkers that got trapped in them had no chance of getting to the house and could easily be despatched hours later.
The scruff followed Annette and moved towards the window, stood by her side as he watched the outside. He listened to her speak about her needing some help. He liked her comment about him being a builder. "I wouldn't get your hopes up love, wasn't a builder for that long." He could do a job but advanced work wasn't something he could provide.
He had guessed that she would have wanted him gone as soon as possible but was quite surprised to see that she maybe needed him. Even he would have agreed with her on that after the shit he pulled off in Savannah.
"It's probably the opposite of weird. Everyone's scared of walkers, even I am, a little. Yeah, a little. And it's good to be cautious about others, it shows you've got the right minstep to survive. I've been literally avoiding everyone since the start of this fucking mess, you and one other group was the only exception."
He stayed silent for a short moment. "Give me till the morning, I need some time to think about my next step." Deep down he knew they were gone but needed to think about whether he wanted to choose the smart option or leave and look for something that wasn't really there. The choice was now with him.
"Spike traps? How are we supposed to build those?" She was picturing big metal spikes like how she saw in London once, around Buckingham Palace. There was no way they were going to build spikes out of metal. Wood would have to be the next best thing. But how? Maybe the telephone poles, but she knew how big and heavy those would be. She had no idea how they would move them without attracting the attention of biters? She assumed he had something figured out. Then again, it was Blade they were talking about.
"Just a little?" She couldn't help but smile as he said that, pushing away from the boarded up window as she moved across the living room towards the stairs that led up.
"What was this other group like that you were with? Why did you leave them?" She motioned for him to follow her as she moved up the squeaky stairs. They were sturdy and made of a hard wood that had been with the house since it was built. The pitched roof shot up to the sky and there was lots of light up here. She figured she could keep the windows open to get air moving through the house. No biters were coming upstairs.
"This is where I sleep, or at least try to sleep most nights. There's lots of room up here so ..you know, we don't have to spoon or anything. You can have space."
The girl didn't seem to have the same thoughts about the spike traps as he did. When asked about how he planned on making them, he answered simply. "Wood." All he needed was a box, an old drawer or something would do, put some holes in the thing, then fix some spiked sticks in place.
His attention turned to the girl who he watched make her way towards the stairs, he made his way over slowly when signalled to do so. "More walking, oh for fuck's sake."
"My other group? They're a bit fucking dead. They troubled another group with much more firepower, they signed their own death wish, fucking idiots. Convinced the leader I could find a stash of weapons and would be back in the morning. I made sure I'd driven the fuck outta therr. So yeah, my old group." Blade answered the question whilst making his way up the stairs.
He didn't really take much notice of the bedroom or what it looked like, to him, all it needed to provide was a good sleep at the end of the day, as long as it could do that job, Blade didn't care.
Annette made an awkward comment about them spooning, Blade looked puzzled, he found it weird. "Right.." There was a long pause, he really was speechless. "I wasn't really planning on doing so anyway but thanks. Are you okay Anne, that was a bit fucking odd."
Annette felt the awkwardness filling up her body from head to toe as she avoided eye contact with Blade. Of course he wouldn't spoon with her. If there wasn't enough room, he would sleep on the couch. She should have known better. Now a deep, red blush came over her cheeks as she pushed a pillow aside with her foot. She saw a few guns laying by the bannister that she kept within easy reach in case something got in.
"Uh, yea, I'm fine. Let's, let's go back down and see if we can find some wood."
If they got to work that would certainly get her mind off this embarrassing moment. As they both started back down the stairs she went towards the kitchen to find a few things for them to eat.
"That's why I don't want to find a group. You never know what kind of pack mentality you'll come across. I don't trust people anymore." Did she trust him? Probably more then she could trust other people. She had spent more time with him in the last few hours then she had with anyone else in the past few years after the outbreak. That said something at least.
Blade couldn't help but facepalm after her comment, he wasn't going to hold it against her and didn't really care that much, but it wasn't something you go and say to a person who you've just met. "Right?"
He could feel the awkwardness in the room. On come on girl. You had to go and do this didn't you? Her inability to look at him and her bright red cheeks showed just how uncomfortable things had gotten.
"Yeah. Probably is better that we head back down. We're in no rush to build the fucking thing, there's no immediate threat."
Blade listened to her speak about her thoughts on groups and not trusting people anymore. He couldn't help but agree with her views, groups were really not his style and the world had turned a lot of people into psychopaths. "Oh thanks." He pretended to take her comment about not trusting people personally. "No, but I'm gonna have to agree. Groups don't last, too many people to look after, too many people to control, every group has an expiry date."
"Hungry? No, I'm fine thanks. Of course I'm hungry, is anyone ever not hungry in this world?"
Annette blushed again as she just realized what she said about not trusting people. In all honesty, she really didn't know him that well other than the guy who threw a tantrum, cusses a lot and is just another soul trying to make it in this world.
"Oh sorry, Blade. You get what I'm saying though." And on that level he knew exactly what she was saying. But then the sarcastic asshole crept back in as she was talking about food. She managed to find some bread, which was a miracle in itself and she had plenty of jars of peanut butter. She was getting really sick of peanut butter too. But it gave her energy and that's what they needed.
"Bite the hand that feeds you, why don't you."
She pulled out a knife and opened up the bread bin. A few ants were scurrying around, but she didn't care. She had learned to live with the creatures that were just as hungry as she was. If a few got in a can, ah well, more protein. She started to make a couple of sandwiches, laying them out on a cleanish looking dish towel as she spread the peanut butter nice and thick.
"What where you before all this? I mean, with that kind of attitude there's no way you were in customer service. Maybe an accountant? Bitter at serving his rich ass clients?" She stopped and paused, turning a bit to face him.
nette's blushing made Blade smile, her apology put an even bigger grin on his face. She needn't worry about it, Blade wasn't offended in the slightest way, he only pretended to be to see her reaction, which he was happy with. He pretended to sniffle and wipe his eyes. "Oh, you're such a mean person, y'know that!"
He looked at the food she had out, bread and peanut butter. He turned around, looking slightly miffed. Peanut butter was boring, but he wasn't going to say no to food.
"What can I say, I like biting."
Blade spotted the ants and instantly saw a game that could be made, he began squishing the ants with his finger. He was really enjoying the game but Annette probably thought he was a butter. The scruff looked at her, ready to defend his actions. "What, it's fun, but you wouldn't know what that is."
"Kind of attitude? Watch what you say girl." He said with a stern look on his face. "Never really found a long term job, last job was for my brother's company as a builder for three years. Before that, pretty much everything. Started off, not on the so legal side, knew I couldn't keep on like that. Worked as a crossing guard, let's just say me and the people didn't get along. A window cleaner, that got boring. Worked at a bakery, at a gun store, a bar, at a pawn shop, in a restaurant, you name it, I've done it, except being a carny."
"What about you then? You like a stripper or a prostitute." Blade remained sarcastic. "I don't know, you had a really boring office job or a teacher, or something."
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