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Walking down the stairs, Blade didn't feel like a wally nor an idiot, more like a hero returning to his fold as a changed man, or realistically, changed clothes. Anyway, it was good to finally change out of his worn clothing,they'd seen their day and it was their time to go. Annette didn't seem as pleased about his new change of clothing as he was, laughing and calling him an idiot.
"Idiot? I think perfection is the word you're looking for."
He moved into the kitchen where Annette had been. Leaning against the kitchen counter, he let her go along and do most of the work, only opening a few kitchen cupboards with very little effort. In one of the cupboards, he found a tin of dog food, that would have been ideal, if they had a pet dog, he sighed.
"You find anything good? I can't find shit, just a can of dog food." Blade didn't really care what she replied, he just wanted to swiftly move the conversation about him. "The sombrero's on and the bat's now got it's name on it, wow, this day couldn't really have gone any better could it?" Blade didn't think before he spoke, momentarily forgetting about Annette's kill, he shrugged his shoulders, he knew he didn't mean it like that.
"Think we should head back? This place looks a bit fucking dead to me."
Annette couldn't help but laugh at him. Either he was trying to make light of the entire situation or he was trying to get her mind off the fact she killed her elderly neighbor. She had gone through a few more cupboards but only found dry dog treats and a can of tuna. The tuna was protein and she wasn't about to turn it down.
"I don't have anything. Just a can of tuna left behind and some dog treats." Turning back to him she placed a hand on her hip and grinned. "Will you do some tricks for me in that silly hat if I promise you treats?"
She stuck her tongue out and started back towards the front door. There were still a few more houses they could get to before it got dark. She wanted to restock on water now that Blade was with her and that was a process in itself. As she went back outside, she felt the cool, afternoon breeze coming offshore and it was moist. It felt refreshing.
"Listen, come tomorrow I'm going to the intercoastal to get some water. I think we should split up and get some jobs done. Maybe you can get into a few more houses around here or drive around and see if you can find others?"
Then again, he may just want to leave. He spoke about his family and didn't seem like he wanted to stay with her long. Maybe he had a change of heart though. She started down the sidewalk and plucked a bright yellow flower off one of the bushes that was overgrown and hanging over the street and yard.
There was a few hours left until dark and while sitting on a perfectly fine stool, drinking scotch while looking out the window from the second floor, Jacob contemplated on what to do next. He had made a home in the house which previously had belonged to one of his siblings, in the town known as Wilmington Island. After the horrors he had witnessed on his path from Atlanta, he knew there was little chance of finding anyone related to him alive, yet it was hope for something better that kept him going. He had planned to stay for a few days before venturing further, but before he could, he needed to stock up on supplies. Jacob was running low on food and water, and especially cigarettes which he so desperately craved.
Standing up he drank up his glass and slung the backpack over his shoulder, he walked out of the office and headed down the stairs, where he on the halfway encountered the body of his dead brother, who`s head was smashed in against the wall. Jacob continued without stopping, knowing there was nothing more he could do about it, he entered the foyer that had a clear view to the living room on the right side, whereas straight in front was the main door. The corpse of his brother`s wife laid flat on the floor in the living room, the mother to their child who he had found starved to death in a closet upstairs. It made him sad thinking about what had happened here, and seeing the picture of the family at the shelf near the exit made it even worse. His warning to them hadn`t gotten through, apparently his stubborn brother had refused to listen.
He opened the door, got out and locked it, keeping the key in case he would return. He looked about the area for a moment, trying to lit his last cig with bloodied shaking hands. What a nightmare, he thought to himself, remembering seeing his own family die back in Atlanta and Fort Benning. With a sigh, he moved on and slowly made his way to the closest house when all of sudden he heard a gunshot. Who was that? Was someone in trouble, or was someone causing trouble? He wasn`t sure what to think, nor if he really should go and see, but his curiosity made him wish to investigate, perhaps it was someone he knew, or someone in need of assistance. No matter who it was, perhaps they had left some supplies for him to take. He just hoped he didn`t run into something he would regret later.
Vigilant he went to where the sound had come from, but couldn`t quite make out where exactly. Good thing the walkers were attracted by it as well, he only needed to follow them and they would lead him straight to where it had happened. Carefully he made sure not to be spotted and after a few minutes’ walk, they halted by a house. It had to be there; he thought and grabbed the knife, ready to strike. Silently he took out the walkers one by one, then just as he finished, the door to the house next by opened and out stepped a beautiful red-haired woman. Jacob couldn`t believe his eyes, was he imagining things. She hadn`t seen him yet, he stood there in the open and there was no chance to hide, if he did, she would no doubt spot him and maybe believe he was dangerous, instead it was better to let her know of his presence. “Well hello there.”
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Blade shook his head, one of the people who had lived in the house must have been some nutty dog owner, he was more of a dog person himself. The dog treats reminded him of his old dog, Benny. Despite his grumpy demeanor, he was actually a good owner, that was back when he was a rebellious teen. He was glad to be out of that hellhole, away from his Mother and whoever appeared to be her new boyfriend of the week. Blade shook his head, she was a crazy woman.
Getting back to Annette's joke, he chuckled slightly. "If you keep calling this hat silly, you ain't gonna be getting any tricks. It's a masterpiece."
He followed her outside, but at a much slower pace, paying much more attention to his newly named bat than catching up with Annette. What a brilliant home, some new clobber to wear and the chance to finally name his bat, he didn't really care about the lack of food in the place. Reaching back up to her, she spoke about going to the intercoastal to collect some water, she spoke about splitting up to get more jobs done, he didn't really have much to say about that. "Alright, fine by me."
Was he going to leave to find his family? He wasn't sure. His time with Annette was, although he didn't want to admit it, sorta fun, much better than a typical miserable day alone. He knew they were gone, he just wanted to see it with his own eyes.
Then he heard a man call out hello." Blade said nothing at first, just sighing, he didn't get along with people that well. Looking over to the source of the sound, he spotted the man, he was middle-aged, sorta scruffy, kinda like him. The other man hadn't his weapon raised, it was all most dark, Blade didn't really want another "showdown" like they had earlier, with J. Holding on his bat and his firearm lowered in his other hand, he didn't really look like someone ready to attack. "Fuck me, another person. Alright look mate, it's been a really tiring day. We're not looking for trouble and I'm sure your not either, so just take things easy. Now, I'm Blade, this is." He looked over at Annette. "Betty." He smiled and then looked back at the man. "Right, so, Who are you then?"
Annette quickly turned as she heard another voice. He must have come out of one of the homes down the road or perhaps a ways away while they were going through houses. It wouldn't surprise her if no one knew she had been here as she rarely went out. When she did, it was at the crack of dawn. She was always back inside her home before sundown. Her hand was immediately on the gun and before she could say anything, Blade was already making the introductions.
"Betty? Betty?" She didn't like that name Why couldn't he use her real name? She groaned and just bided her time wanting to see how this was about to go down. She stepped behind Blade as the sky got a little darker. They had very little time and already her anxiety was starting to sink in. It wouldn't be long before she started to panic and the both of them would have a completely different mess on their hands.
"Who..who are you? Where did you come from?"
She looked back over her shoulder to her house that was just a few steps away. If this man wanted trouble, she wouldn't want him to know where she lay her head at night. She didn't want to turn any weary strangers away, but she had to be wary of them for self-preservation. Blade seemed like the kind of guy that would turn tail and run, leaving her ass to the wolves if it came down to it. Maybe he had more chivalry in him then she gave him credit for.
The woman wasn`t traveling alone, she was in the company of another man, one who Jacob hadn`t seen at first glance. The two stopped once he revealed his presence to them, and while remaining hidden in the dark; he listened to what they said. The guy seemed upset about it all and quickly made his introduction, claiming he didn`t want any trouble. Both asked for whom Jacob was and what he was doing there, to which he answered humbly. “No need to worry, I`m not going to hurt you. I was in the area when I heard a gunshot, figured it had to come from here.” He said and looked down, seeing plenty of corpses lying at his feet, those he had taken out the moment before they met.
He lifted his gaze back at them, watching the woman standing behind the man. She was pretty, he`d given her that, but she seemed quite nervous about the situation. “Nice to meet you Blade, and…Betty, I`m Jacob, Jacob Hayes.” He tried to reassure them, stepping closer as he reached out his hand to greet them, hoping it wasn`t too much. Jacob currently had no weapons in hand, only his gun and knife which was fastened on his belt, believing one should never meet others in fear.
“For days I`ve been traveling alone, it’s good to finally meet someone alive.” He stated smiling, curious to get to know them more. The way the woman kept looking at the house behind her made him think it was something of importance to her, perhaps it was there she lived, or maybe she was just looking to see if anyone else tried to sneak up on them. “Something the matter darlin?” He called out asking, wanting to know what was going through her mind.
The man seemed friendly enough, explaining that he was friendly and not a harm. His story didn't seem unusual and matched the probable reality. This introduction to the man seemed to be going a lot better than the one with J, who he previously had a small stand off with and caused to leave soon after. Though, it was hard to trust anyone in an apocalypse, not every survivor was as they seemed on the outside, some were traitors, bandits or even worse. But there was something about this man that told him he wasn't going to be much trouble at all.
Jacob, Jacob Hayes was his name. Jacob extended his hand, Blade walked closer, shaking it, giving him a simple nod but saying nothing. Jacob spoke about finally meeting someone alive after travelling for days, it was quite the opposite for him. He'd purposely tried to avoid other people, he knew his mouth was only going to cause problems with other survivors. His time with Annette had been hard at times but overall, somewhat enjoyable. He was still cautious of the man though, although what would happen with the man at the end of the day would be down to Annette, it was her home after all.
"Yeah Betty, what's up?" Blade looked at her after Jacob asked her what the matter was, smiling once more at the fact he called her Betty.
Annette shot Blade a look when he called her Betty again and she could understand his backstory. Everyone seemed to travel alone these days. She was alone for a long time and she wondered if other people found other people. It also made her wonder if there were other civilizations out there she had yet to find because she was too scared to leave.
"Sorry Jacob Hayes. My name is not really Betty. Blade here is having a little fun at my expense." She smiled and walked up, offering a hand, but still keeping her distance from him. For all she knew, he was going to pull out a gun, take her hostage and make demands from Blade. She also knew Blade would laugh and say 'take her' if that were the case.
She shoved Blade with her elbow a bit into his arm as she looked back over her shoulder.
"Look, it's getting late and we shouldn't be out here after dark. Blade here, he seems to enjoy the night creepers, but me? I don't care to run for my life in the dark."
She wondered if she should offer the man some shelter for the night and nervously, she looked to Blade before looking back at Jacob.
Looking Blade dead in the eye, Jacob shook his hand firmly. Then the woman appoligzed, explaining that her real name wasn`t Betty, but in fact Annette. It was suprising that the man had been lying to his face, although he sort of understood why he might have done it. However choosing to name someone Betty was kinda funny, and it made him chuckle a bit as she moved over to shake his hand. “Ha! Well, you`re friend certainly still has humour . It`s good, not something one experience often these days.” He said complenting Blade instead of growing annoyed at him.
Once she continued to speak about not wanting to stay the night outside, he nodded agreeing. “Can`t argue with that, the nights are terrying and one never knows who creeps up on you.” As she offered the couch to sleep on, he got slightely taken back by the mere suggestion, but happily he replied. “Oh why? Yes, I`d be more than happy too. It`s been a while since I`ve attended a sleep over.” Jacob couldn`t wait to have someplace comfortable to sleep, though the more he thought about it, the less safe he believed it was. Then he began to worry, why would someone offer such a kindess out of nowhere? It wasn`t normal, not anymore. “You`re not going to slit my throat in the sleep are you?” He asked concerned, sort of making a joke about it, no longer certain whether he should follow them.
Moving his gaze between the two, he tried to study them to see if they had a hidden agenda. From what he could tell they seemed harmless, especially the woman who was as kind as she was beautiful, though the man was more of a mystery. It was clear he must have been through a lot, looking rough and rigged as he did, and it made him ponder what he might have done to survive. Had he stolen, had he killed? Had he raped? Did the woman really know the guy or was there more to it?
The man shook his hand. Great, Blade thought, now they can finally move on, there was no need for all this dilly-dallying. The next thing he knew, Annette was apologizing on his behalf because he was "having a little fun." He'd wished she just went with it, Betty wasn't so bad was it? "Oh c'mon Betty, there's no need to lie like this." Blade continued, not wanting to act as if he lost. Jacob seemed to accept the joke and went on to complement his humor.
Annette spoke about wanting to get back, telling Jacob how he enjoyed the night time. Blade couldn't lie, the night time was the best time, there was much more you could get away with in the night. He felt he worked just as well in the dark than he did working during the day. Many other people couldn't handle the dark, which was a very good advantage for him and gave him the upper hand if he needed it.
When Annette offered him a couch to sleep on, Blade sighed, but tried not to make his disapproval visible, quickly turning his head. Sure, the man didn't look too bad or act bad either, but they'd known him for literally only a few moments, it was dangerous to just let some random stranger into the home. Jacob asked if they were going to slit his throat in his sleep, he certainly wasn't going to, what'd be the fun in that, some dead guys blood staining all of the sofa, that would be terrible. He looked at Annette, it was her house and the end decision was hers.
Annette smiled to the man as she motioned for him to come back to the house. The sun had gone down while they were making their introductions and it was far too dangerous to be out now.
"Oh shut up, Blade." She shook her head and laughed a little as she placed her hand on her hip to stare at him.
"Come on then. And as far as slitting your throat..." She looked at Blade before looking at Jacob. "That's his job." She gave him a wry smile as she turned back to the house, opening the bright red door that had faded from lack of care and the elements on the island. Inside, she knew exactly where to go for the candles that would give them reprieve from the dark. She lit a few that had scents to them, which she was sure would annoy Blade with their fruity scents. She always worried the smell would bring the walkers around but so far, none had come.
"It's no Ritz here, but it's home. Where'd you come from Jacob?"
For a moment it was amusing to watch the two joke around, but when she told him to follow her inside, saying that cutting his throat was Blade`s job, his expression changed quickly. Nervous he looked at the man, wondering if she spoke the truth. Hopefully she hadn`t and he could relax, though it made him cautious. “Oh! Heh, god I hope you`re joking….but, I`ll gladly follow you inside.” He said with half a smile, worried that they might try to overpower him.
As he walked behind her, his gaze fell on her ass, which he tried to avoid. He just hoped Blade didn`t notice, he didn`t really know if they were together or not, but from what he had seen it almost seemed that way.
Once inside all he could see was darkness, therefore he remained by the door until Annette had lit some of her candles around the room. What was then revealed looked amazing, her home was still intact and well adorned by magnificent objects. The smell from the candles was soothing and for the first time in a long time, it felt like home. “Wow! Don`t you worry, this is more than enough.” He said astonished.
“I`ve come all the way from Atlanta, but I was born in Savannah. I tried to find my family there, but it didn`t work out.” He answered humbly, taking a few steps into the house.
The man seemed a little nervous when Annette said that it was Blade's job to slit the man's throat. Unless Annette had become some vicious psychopath, who wanted to use Blade as some sort of murderous henchmen to kill any survivors that crossed them, he doubted that would be the case. All the man had to worry about was staying on Blade's good side, then there would be no problems for Jacob.
When they got back inside, Blade tossed his sombrero onto the floor, scratched his head and waited for Annette to light some candles, there was no way he was going to do something he didn't really care about when he knew he could get Annette to do it instead.
Jacob spoke about coming all the way from Atlanta but being from Savannah. The man had also been looking for his family, with no luck, like Blade. Blade nodded, understanding his story, knowing what it was also like to be unsuccessful in searching for his family, though the reason both men were separated from their families was probably different, he believed. Blade looked at Annette, seeing what she was going to say in response to the man's answer.
Annette finished lighting the candles around the room and sat herself down on one side of the couch. As Blade took the hat off she looked at him sternly as she shook her head as he threw the sombrero on the floor. "That hat is ridiculous, Blade." She rolled her eyes and turned back to Jacob who was telling about himself.
"I love Savannah. I lived and worked there myself. That's where me and Blade met too, just...this morning."
They were all strangers stuck in a familiar house and they would have to just survive the night and then they could go on their merry ways in the morning or figure out how to continue to survive under the same roof.
"I sleep upstairs. You guys are welcome to sleep where you want. I have blankets and pillows. There's bedrooms downstairs, but I just feel safer up there. Not sure why." She was starting to ramble on and on and suddenly she realized how much she was talking. She was curious about Atlanta though.