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As soon as the man appeared, there was a big grin on J's face. Heck, he'd laugh if it wouldn't have been so uncalled for at the time.
"Two versus one? he asked comically as the grin grew wider. "The way I see it, if you don't behave, buddy, there'll only be one of us left, and to be honest," he said pausing as he rocked his shoulders back some, weapon still aimed. "Hungry as I am, I don't care which of two of us goes down." He might have been smiling, and seemingly joking but he meant all of it. If he went down, one of them went too.
"So, since you got the numbers, how about you use the brain, assuming they didn't get to that too. How about you lower the weapons and we don't have to pick and choose which two of us is walking without a pulse."
Annette saw this escalating quickly and there was only one way she was going to diffuse the situation. She would have to get between them.
"Hold on now, there's no need for a show down, there's plenty of room for all of us." She tucked her gun into her waistband as she looked between Blade and J. Her arms were out as if to indicate peace for all of them.
"What's your name stranger? I'm Annette, this is Blade."
She wouldn't tell him anything more about the house and that it was her house. She wasn't about to give him any information about the ammo and the peanut butter inside. She wasn't sure how much she should actually give up honestly. Two people in one single day was a little overwhelming considering how long she had been alone. The morning was spent running from a horde and dealing with Blade. The last thing she wanted to do was the same thing, all over again.
"Look, maybe we should go inside before we attract unwanted attention." She looked back to Blade as she said that. If they had stayed inside perhaps J would have just passed on by and the could have let him go, but it was too late for that hindsight.
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This was a pretty typical situation for Blade, it happened frequently both before and after the outbreak. He remembered the many times that he would get in scraps with other drunken men at the bars, on he missed it. This wasn't the same as those times, but the argument was. However, this was an argument he wished would be over soon, it was unnecessary.
What he felt and said were rather different, despite answering back. He could have gone full on Blade mode, but it was much better not to do so. Old Blade would have never accepted being called buddy or being told to behave. "Two versus one, exactly. You start and shoot me, you'll be gone next."
Blade didn't like agreeing with the man, but he had to. He'd rather walk away from the chat still alive. "I ain't doing this because you told me to, I'm doing this because I have to." It was the only way. He lowered his weapon but kept it close in case it was actually needed.
He looked away as Annette introduced them, he didn't want to be a part of a pointless, little discussion. She mentioned that they should go inside. "If that's what you think is best, we'll do it." The man was still unknown to them and they knew nothing about him or what he was capable of. Blade only hoped that this attitude of his wasn't his typical self, Blade only ever did get along with a select few people.
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It was the shortest conversation she believed she ever had. Introductions were made, but the man did not feel like he should stick around, which may as well have been a good thing. Blade was difficult to put up with alone, much less a cassanova in their midst. She watched as he walked off, going back to where he came from, or wandering like most others tended to do. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked back to Blade with a raised brow.
"That guy was pretty odd."
They had work to do and she was almost completely side tracked from it. She wanted to get back on track and start going through neighboring houses to see what things they could find.
"No better time then the present I guess. Want to hit these houses together or should we cover more ground and go at it alone?"
Well, that didn't turn out the greatest. So much of a fuss was made over him actually coming in and in the end, all the guy did was just walk away. Was it the way he had spoken to the man that had put him off or did he sense that it wasn't going to work out in the long run. In all honesty, Blade was pleased that the man decided to just leave, the two different personalities would never had worked, clashes would have taken place, for sure.
"Odd, don't be kind. That guy was off his head, he was a fucking nutter.
Then, Annette mentioned getting back to work and going through the nearby houses, asking whether it was best to stay together or split up and go it alone. He stepped back, tilted his head back and sighed.
"Oh God, but we've just had to deal with that fucker, that was tiring enough." Blade sighed. "Well, alright. I guess we should stick together for this first house and we'll go from there. There's nothing wrong with a spare Blade for protection." He said with a grin.
Blade pulled out his Sig Sauer from his holster and moved towards the first house. "Ready?" Blade asked her before entering, not that he really cared. "Hello." He called to anyone possibly inside, after a brief silence, he went in. Upon entering, he was glad to see no sign of the undead. Blade strolled into the living room. "Alright, let's see what you've got." The place looked well kept and intact, not much stood out. He grasped a baseball bat that he picked up from the floor and checked it out. "So, these neighbours of yours, you remember much about them? Were they like the typical, basically just assholes?"
Annette stopped and looked at him putting her hand on her hip as she tilted her head. "You need a nap already old man?"
She smirked as she said that shaking her head as she went to the gate, heading for the first neighbor's house. It was red brick, with white shutters and pillars out front. She hadn't seen any activity there in a long time but she had no idea if they fled or if something worse happened.
"An old couple lives here. Mr. and Mrs. Santos. Nice people. They owned a little gift store and ice cream shop down by the beach. They moved here from New Jersey to get away from the violence."
She approached the door and placed her hand on the handle, looking back to Blade.
"Their son was killed by a drunk driver about six years ago. I think he was in college visiting on summer break. It was pretty sad. Made all the papers here."
Even though she didn't spend too much time here, she did visit her parents on the beach during the summer. She met the neighbors, only a few though and didn't really keep tabs on any of them. She had no idea if this couple fled back to New Jersey. She just hoped she wouldn't find them dead inside...or worse, as biters.
With all the firearms of his, there really wasn't much need for the baseball bat, maybe he could take it as a melee weapon. He continued studying it. It didn't look that old, it was pretty solid, was definitely going to be effective, though, he was going to need to do some testing.
Blade listened to Annette's tale of the old couple who had previously lived here, trying to add in the odd comment when he got the chance. "Oh." Blade said in response to hearing about the death of their son. "Well, they must have gotten some exposure from all that, there business probably boomed afterwards." He had a son himself, at least they got to find out the fate of theirs, not knowing was even worse.
"Right." He held the bat hard and moved towards the mantle piece, which displayed some expensive fine China. Blade swung the bat, smashing one of the cups into pieces. If he turned back and saw a confused Annette, he'd simply just try and talk his way out of it. "What? I was just testing out the bat, need to see if it's worth keeping. I saw something breakable and couldn't resist."
He went marching up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms. Opening one of the closets, he looked to see if there was anything able for him to take. "Oh please, don't just be this old people shit." He heard a figure enter the room. "Hey, Annette, you reckon I could pull off any of this tat?" After no response, he turned to see an old female, decaying walker in a dressing gown. "Guess you were mad about the broken China." Blade said as he splattered the walkers head with the bat. He looked at his bat with a smile. "I like you, I'm going to name you Eduardo. Alright Eduardo, we've seen the wife, now where's the husband?"
Annette shook her head as he tried to see the bright side of that story. Or at least, some side. Was he being funny or morbid?
"That's a terrible thing to say!"
She went into the house and was looking around at the decor. Some of it she remembered, some of it she didn't. There was a large family portrait hanging over the mantle where Blade was headed with his bat. She jumped as she heard the china shatter and gave him a stern look as he tried to explain it all away.
"Jesus Blade. You're going to give me a heart attack, I swear it." She moved into the kitchen to see if there was any food or water they could take back to her place as she heard his footsteps go up the stairs to the second floor. She was going through the cupboards when she heard the thumping upstairs of him going through drawers and the walker attacking him....or maybe it was the other way around. He was attacking the walker. She laughed lightly as she pictured a group of walkers running away from his crazy ass.
As she was going through the cabinets, she opened one and hit the jackpot. Dried fruits and vegetables.
"Blade! I found some food!"
However, when she did that, something came out of the garage. It was a man. It was the husband. He had a rifle pointed at her as he spoke. "Get out of my house." She had no idea he was keeping his dead wife upstairs while he lived downstairs, but that didn't matter. He scared her so much that instinctively, she turned and fired off a shot, nailing him right in the throat, tearing open his artery. He dropped his rifle and fell back against the door bleeding out as she screamed. She had never killed a living man before and now she felt like she just committed the ultimate sin.
He did it. He'd killed the walker. Blade grabbed his bat and sat on the bed, resting himself for a couple of seconds. Was the husband dead or alive? Was he even at the house? That would be answered shortly. He could hear Annette's voice but couldn't make out exactly what she was saying, prompting him up off the bed and walking towards the room exit, stamping on the dead walkers head during the process.
Then a shot was heard. Pulling out his gun, he moved slowly. If he wasn't heard, then there was a chance he could whoever it was and have the advantage. Following the noise, he found himself by the garage. He heard Annette's screams, oh God, had it been her shot? Looking through, he could see Annette stood and a body on the ground. Phew, he breathed a sigh of relief upon entering. Studying the scene, he was confused, it looked like she had killed the man.
"What the fuck happened in here? You shot him, why?"
Blade stood back, taking it all in, believe it or not, that meant that she'd actually killed a living human before him, not that he wanted to, he was just surprised. She looked in such a state it was best she didn't stay in the house much longer, it wasn't good for them.
"Let's just grab whatever we've found and get the fuck outta here!"
He wondered if anyone else had heard the gunshot, walkers or possibly other survivors.
Annette was panicked as she realized she just shot a man who believed intruders were raiding his house..which they were. Her and Blade were the intruders.
"I don't know! I thought he was a walker! He scared me!" Blade was pulling her away from the body and she agreed. They needed to get the hell out of here even though it was likely no one would even really care. What was done was done but there was no time to think about it. What was he going to do? Come back and haunt her as a ghost? Unlikely. There were no worse nightmares.
She grabbed a few plastic grocery bags and stuffed the food from the pantry inside of them, not even really looking to see what she was grabbing. Heavy cans and plastic containers filled the bag as she frantically filled them up.
As Blade ran out the front, she moved back towards her home, nearly dropping one of the bags as they went up the walkway and through the front door, shutting it tightly. Her heart was racing, her mind was twirling and she dropped the bags on the floor, collapsing down to the floor with her back to the door.
Annette's explanation seemed to match what he had expected, it was an honest accident and he could tell. She didn't seem like the murderous type, who would kill anyone for their supplies. He suggested leaving, that he felt was right for the girl, staying was going to lead to nothing good, it would help in no way whatsoever.
He grabbed whatever many of bags were needed and exited out the front. Well, this trip wasn't so bad, the food actually made the trip feel as if it was worth it. Now inside, he turned to hear Annette question her own actions, obviously regretting them. Blade moved towards her and clapped to gather his attention.
"Hey now, you need to just forget it, The past is the past and there's no way to change it, we just pick ourselves up and carry on." He regretted the way he acted with his family, it was due to his treatment that he'd lost them. Despite this, he picked himself up and just kept going, there was no other way around it. "Have a drink of water or something, just relax, it's over now." He needed some way to change the topic fast. "What are your interests, any hobbies or anything?" He knew it was odd and out of the blur, it was the only thing he could come up with.
Annette paced back and forth as she got back inside of her house, running a nervous hand through her hair as Blade tried to talk her down. Her heart was racing so fast in her chest, she could swear she was having a heart attack. She killed her elderly neighbor, ones who had been friends with her parents for years, people who lost their son. But she only saw him.
"What if his wife finds him? Killed in cold blood. Jesus." She looked at Blade who was trying to change the subject. She knew what he was doing, but it wasn't doing anything to calm her nerves right now. She really didn't want to hear him mock her interests and hobbies so she picked up the bags and brought them to the kitchen counter. Maybe all she needed was just a couple of quiet minutes to get her head together.
"Sorry, sorry. I just need a second. I've never...never done that to someone." Was that the norm? Was that what it took to stay alive? There was a distinctive rush that was racing through her body that confused her even more about what just happened. It made her feel far more powerful then she should and she felt terribly guilty about that. She wouldn't share that with Blade though.
Blade moved to the sofa and decided to sit down, taking a minute to rest and recover after taking out the walker next door. He didn't really need it that much, it just gave him something to do whilst Annette paced back and forth,thinking about what she'd just done. It was obviously something that was going to play on her mind but in the new world, the death ultimately didn't matter, it was all about survival.
Eventually, he got up and followed her into the kitchen. She blanked him when he asked about her interests and hobbies, she didn't want to hear it. Though, he was in the mood for mocking, it probably wasn't the best time for it. Her actions were understandable, he'd seen many people have the same reaction after killing another survivor.
"It's fine, you just killed someone, you're entitled to some time dwelling on it. Just take some time, will ya? It's not gonna be easy, this. Just give me a shout when you think you're good." He said before walking back out, he thought she needed time.
Annette stopped pacing as he spoke to her and for the first time since she met him, he actually sounded like a decent human being. She crossed her arms and flipped her long hair back over her shoulder as she looked at him. Her stare was a bit unnerving, as if she were placing some sort of judgement over him, even though she wasn't.
"That's the first time you've said something to me without cussing."
She paused as she took a step closer to him, uncrossing her arms and placing her hands against her hips.
"Maybe you aren't that bad after all." She tried to muster up a smile, knowing that he was only trying to help her. She looked past him towards the door knowing they had to move on. There were more houses to look in and more supplies to find, but what if they came across other people? They would all have to die. What if they were going to be the next victims? What if someone was watching them right now? She started to get paranoid again as her fists tightened up so much her knuckles turned white.
"Bird houses. I liked to build bird houses. A had quite a few in my back yard."
Rather to his own surprise, his own talking had got her to stop pacing back and forth, success. That was a huge surprise for him, usually his mouth got people angry and anything but quiet. Maybe it was his particular approach this time, although he wasn't aware he was doing anything differently, it just felt natural.
"What the-?" He stopped himself before he cussed.
Blade was shocked to hear Annette's facts about his cussing. Had he really cussed that much, he knew he cussed a lot, but had everything he said to her up to that point really been like that? Plus, if so, why had he suddenly just stopped? She told him he was maybe not as bad as he seemed, he appreciated if but kept quiet, in case he said something stupid.
As he moved by the door, he got an answer to his previous question she ignored. Bird houses, as much as he wanted to make a comment about it, he didn't.
"Right. So, tell me when you think we should hit another one of those houses."
"Nothing to say about my hobby? That's surprising Blade. Are you getting soft on me?" She chuckled as she said that, following him towards the door. Her mind was still racing but she was trying to do what she could to bring herself back down to what she was before she killed her neighbor. She also knew the day was growing long and they only had a few hours of sunlight left behind them.
"We should go now before it gets dark. I lock up when the sun comes down."
She waited for him to open the door before turning the question on him. She kept her pistol by her side not sure she could use another kind of weapon to kill someone. Biters were easy, people, as she discovered, not so much. She had to question her morals on that. She dreaded going to sleep and the nightmares that would come when that happened.
Blade moved back towards the front door, as it was going to get dark and that would be when Annette closed up for the night.
"Oh, but the best things happen in the dark, it's my kind of time."
He took out his Sig Sauer from his holster and also taking hold of his trusty bat, Eduardo. He made his way over to the nearest house they had not raided. Right before the front door, the same question he had asked earlier had now been turned on him.
"What is this, a dating survey? Are you going to look at the answers and then match me up with some random tramp who put the same. Uh, I don't know, darts, I was always the best at that. Oh, I'd kill just to get another dart board." Blade just thought about what he had just said, it wasn't appropriate, especially since the girl had just done it. "Oh wait, I'd have you do it for me." He laughed, it wasn't one of the worst things he had said, but there was probably a better time for it.
He put his hand on the handle and then entered. He knelt down, stopping at a drawer he found at the side. Searching through it, he found exactly what he was looking for, a pen marker. Grabbing it, he began to write Eduardo on the side of the bat.
"There we go, you fucking beauty." He then looked up from his bat, to Annette. "Oh sorry, not you, the bat. Well, anyway, you know the drill, see anything of importance or people or biters, give me a shout, just try not to kill anyone." He got up, patted Annette on the back and then walked away to find something else that amused him.
Annette didn't like the fact he wanted to be out after dark. After dark it was scary and there were people and walkers that wanted to do nothing but harm a girl like her. Every night it was the same thing. The same routine of locking up, checking it three times then hiding up in the loft where she could just sleep and wait it out until the sun rose. She sometimes wrote in notebooks to candlelight to pass the time, but there were some nights that she just had nothing in her. It was terribly lonely. The thought of having a companion through the night was actually a little exciting. Even if it was Blade.
"You want a dart board? There's a bar down the road that may have one. Not sure what kind of shape it will be in though."
She tugged at his arm to turn him around but instead, he wanted to go into the house like a home invader ready to attack. When he spoke about her setting him up on a date, she shook her head and laughed quietly. "Seriously? I wouldn't set you up with anyone I know!"
When he finally went in the door, he didn't look for supplies or anything that could help them. Instead, he found a damn pen. A pen. He was coloring the name on it as he spoke to it like he was going to have sex with it later. She let out a bit of a disgusted sigh as she went into the living room, praying there was no one home this time. She couldn't kill another neighbor. She knew what that could do to her mind through a long, dark night.
She started picking through drawers, seeing nothing but family heirlooms around. Silver, pictures, decorations, nothing that could really help either of them.
"If I remember right, I think this house was rented out every summer. I've seen families and couples come here. A lot of honeymooners used to come and stay here. I remember seeing young couples holding hands all the time. There may be some clothes you can wear that were left behind."
Looking up at Annette, she seemed displeased at the fact he had gone straight for a marker pen than actually going ahead and looking for useful supplies. Any other normal bloke would apologize and go ahead to help the girl but, then again he was Blade and Blade did what he wanted, to a certain degree. For Blade, the most important thing for him was to write Eduardo on the bat, even though it was something very unimportant. He'd made it this far with his attitude and he'd survived, he wasn't just going to go and change it.
It was what Annette next said that forced him up. Clothes, that was something he had been looking for, he needed a change and hopefully there would be something for him up there. "Ah yes, first the bat gets named and now I finally get to change my clothes." That wasn't so much a thanks but it was still something, for Blade. He rushed up the stairs, not really paying much attention to his surroundings, just opening random doors and looking for the bedroom.
"Jackpot!" He'd found the bedroom. Luckily for him, there were no signs of walkers, so he headed straight for the cupboard. He threw whatever woman's clothing he came across out of the cupboard and onto the bed behind him, not even looking. Inside he found a burgundy colored T-Shirt and a black leather jacket, which he changed into. He kept his jeans and shoes the same, they were fine and couldn't see anything he'd want in the cupboard. Right at the bottom of the pile, he noticed a sombrero. Picking it up and putting it on instantly, Blade knew a sombrero would be fun to wear. He walked back down the stairs, rather pleased, thought it was sombrero he was mostly pleased about. "Wow, how do I look?"
Annette had been searching around the house as Blade bounded upstairs to try and find something to wear. As he was rummaging through the closets, she was going through the bathroom trying to find anything they could take. A bottle of aspirin, and some sort of prescription that looked like a half downed bottle of antibiotics. That could come in handy. She stuffed both in her jeans pockets before going back down and into the kitchen to find food.
When Blade came down wearing a new shirt and jacket, her eyes immediately went to the sombrero on his head.
"You look like an idiot." But she couldn't help but laugh at the vision of him standing there. The laugh started to grow a little more, sending her into fits of giggles as she held on to the counter top. "How am I supposed to take you seriously?"
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