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"It will take as long as it takes," he said looking at the man, "may quicker if you and your friends help." He moved his hand for Luca to shake, "and no Smokey isn't my real name, but it beats the one I was given. What I was called before all this, so I'll stick to it." He smiled, "and you are?" Smokey sized the man up. He saw the gun, but made no move. There was no point. If they wanted to shoot him, they'd shoot him. He had been robbed before, and would be again if he didn't get moving. His own gun still hung from his belt, right now his axe would do more damage than the gun.
Smokey looked at the younger guy, who rambled and explained who he was. They had water, so did Smokey, but he wouldn't share unless asked. He looked back at the other guy. "So there just two of you? Or you have more inside that building you walked out of? Picked a hell of a place to hold up, though doesn't exactly look secure, you don't even have the windows blocked up."
Smokey swung the axe down again. Ripping it out he swung again. He wasn't even half way through the tree. It was large, thick. He would be at it for hours, may have to chop the halves to move them. "Listen this may take a while. But I can't exactly turn around." He pointed to the cars again, "are these yours? They're the only ones covered in dirt and bugs, and don't look like they've been sitting there. If you can move them this will save a hell of a lot of time."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Aug 5, 2015 20:43:01 GMT -5
Remy was almost shocked at his outburst. She got it but she was doing her best to keep him calm when Lily decided to jump between them. Lily knew him better, that was for sure, but she also knew when a man's heart was in turmoil and this was most certainly an instance of that. Her words were far too cold for this situation. She was well prepared to take care of the baby, to bury it and make sure no one saw what she was doing when Dallas scooped up the child and decided to do this himself.
Before he left though, she spoke to the both of them.
"No one needs to know about this. No one. Especially Skyy and Anthony. This stays between us three."
She was dead serious about that also. There was no need to create drama or panic or any other controversy that may come up about a baby that was left abandoned, to die, and to turn. What she did, she did for the group now, to protect them. The chopping sound outside had stopped, which was hopefully the work of Luca, without knowing it was really Sasha.
"Go into the back. There's a utility room on the bottom floor with a shovel. Bury it in the back courtyard by the elm tree." Hopefully no one would see him there. It was behind a row of air conditioning units next to a high wall.
She wanted to say more to Dallas, but she bowed to his wish to just be quiet as he took the baby out of the apartment to bury it somewhere. She turned her attention back to Lily and spoke quietly.
"Just remember whose house you're in, whose food you're gonna be eating and whose wine you'll be drinkin tonight. We're a group now. We have to stick together."
She had nothing else to say to this woman as she turned and headed out of the apartment behind Dallas. She needed to see what was going on outside. When she got downstairs, she saw Andrei and Holly headed to the building across the way and that made her furrow her brow. With Aron standing near the entrance, she gave him direction on what he should do.
"Aron, go over there tell Andrei and the redhead I want us all together in one place tonight for safety. Once we figure out what's out here, we can split up."
She looked back towards Luca and Sasha and the two new faces. She wasn't going to run over Luca and the conversation that was started but she would hang back and watch. She wanted to gauge them from a distance, but when the man with the axe spoke about chopping up the downed tree and getting out of here, she couldn't help but speak up.
"It'll take all night to chop through that tree with just an axe. You'll need a chainsaw for that. The sun is gonna be down soon and you can't stay out here chopping at a tree when that happens."
Last Edit: Aug 6, 2015 6:46:48 GMT -5 by Remy LaCroix
Lily turned back around to look at Dallas, shocked that he raised his voice against her. He was always the level-headed one, his anger more in response to the stupidity around him and even then she's never seen him act this aggressive before. Worry filled her facial expressions when he smashed a hole in the wall like the damn thing was made out of cardboard.
“Dallas...”
She heard the shakiness in his voice, and saw the tears in his eyes. It made her feel like shit for how she acted earlier. Lily didn't say anything else as the man left with the baby. Turning in time to meet Remy's gaze when she said her piece. Normally, Lily would have replied with a “fuck you,” or “go fuck yourself,” or some other sentence using the word “fuck,” but not today. Today she just kept quiet, which was uncharacteristic of the opinionated, outspoken bitch that hated more things than she liked.
“Nice one, Lily,” she told herself sarcastically, “you're a good friend.”
Lily wanted to go after Dallas, but knew better than anyone when somebody wanted to be alone. She needed that now, too, but not in this apartment. Lily was the last one out and wandered over to one of the other cleared apartments, making her way into the bedroom and closing the door behind her. Lily took of her shirt, and removed her bra. Letting out a sigh of relief before putting her shirt back on. Setting the bra aside and sitting down on the edge of the bed to remove her shoes and jeans. Only in her shirt, socks, and underwear when she laid herself down on the bed and put the covers over her.
'First thing tomorrow I'm looking for my friends,' she thought. 'Whether the rest of these assholes like it or not.'
Lily didn't care if she missed out on food. She went this long without it, what was another day? As one final precaution, Lily hid her gun underneath the pillow of the bed and rested her head on top of it, closing her eyes. If anyone came in to wake her then somebody better be dying.
Post by Dallas Hatcher on Aug 6, 2015 1:32:45 GMT -5
Remy had mentioned were the shovel should was, or rather were it used to be. Telling him to burry the child out back. And telling them all to keep this quiet. Dallas opened his mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come. So he simply left. Despite what was going on out front, he had more important things now. The others could handle whatever was going on, or shoot everyone... He was too tired to care now.
He found the shovel, the shaft broken in half. It would make things hard, but the baby deserved that much. It took it with one hand, the other still wrapped around the baby. Once out by the tree, he would set the baby down gently before going to work to dig a grave. It would be a shallow grave, but it was better than nothing.
"Grave digger..... When you dig my grave.... Would you make it shallow... So that I can feel the rain...." The song played out over and over in his head as he dug. He even started singing it. He wasn't the greatest of singers, but wasn't bad by any means. When done he laid the babe in the grave and set the dirt back. "Grave digger..." This time his words came out barely above a whisper. "When you dig my grave........." He dropped to his knees. He had been doing too much of that as of late.
Tears fell down his cheeks as he allowed himself to greave it all. He had put on a brave face for the others, but he was alone now. He didn't have to be strong. Didn't have to keep it together, to keep others together. "I'm sorry little guy...." He said. "You deserved better than you got. I'm so sorry."
He sat there for a long time before rising to his feet and walking away, wiping the tears from his eyes. Yet another unmarked grave left behind. Yet another life claimed to this madness. He was too tire to deal with anyone, too upset to put on a smile. He would skip the party, skip the night. He chose a room and went into the apartment. Upon opening the door to the bedroom, he saw Lily was already posted up for the night. He walked over to the far side and climbed on the bed, his back to her. He didn't want to talk right now. His eyes closed and he drifted far far away.
((Dallas will be out till the morning posts come in. Seems more appropriate after what has just happened.))
Sam went into the bathroom of the apartment. She rummaged through the medicine cabinet and the one under the sink. She was about to go , but heard voices. She closed the door some, so no one would see her. She heard everything. Lilly , Dallas, Remy, they didn't know she was there.
After she heard it get quiet and she heard doors close, Sam poked her head out. She got out of the apartment and shoved the bottle of pills she found in her pocket. OxyContin, it was script and only a few in the bottle, but it would help her pass the night. She stood on the landing , and realized the chopping had stopped. The lights flashed on for a moment and she couldn't believe it. Power! They had power! She glanced around and then saw the steps leading up. The guy with the tool box! Sam was elated for a moment. Power meant a hot bath! Remy said something about wine. That sounded so damn good. Hot bath, glass of wine, and a little pick me up! It would be like before all this hell had been unleashed. She figured the place was cleared and went to the second floor. Sam checked the medicine cabinets in the bathrooms of both apartments, and rummaged through some draws in the bed rooms. Hell, most people didn't keep there stashed in the family med spot, so she checked all the places she used to hide her stuff. In the toilet tanks, night stands, and kitchen. She found a Baggie with a few pills in the last apartment she checked. She wasn't sure what they were, but hell, at this point she didn't care. There were only a couple, couldn't hurt.
She went out to the landing and stood, listening. Should she just claim a bed, or what? She didn't know how the group was working this. Did she even want to hang with these people? Hell, what did it matter at this point, way they were going someone else was gonna die soon anyway. She sat on the steps and pulled a bottle of water out of her pack. She fished the script bottle from her pocket, shook out three or four and popped them in her mouth and drank a couple swallows. She would be numb soon and that was good.
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Aug 6, 2015 15:23:56 GMT -5
Damon had taken a break for a minute or two and looked in his bag finding a cool beer to drink in a break from his days work. The tops of buildings and sight of trees was a nice break from wasteland America. Damon's tastes were simple and something like a good view always perked his spirits up.
He then returned to the generator humming along to The Smiths and other British music. He then felt something click into place and stood turning the generator back on it moved smoothly. With enthusiasm he exclaimed much like he once did at Football (Soccer to the Americans) matches back home "Fucking get in!".
Damon checked the switch board and made sure the heat and emergency lights had power on the top floor. He figured being Remy's floor and the distance from walkers, the top floor seemed logical. Damon packed up the tool box yet kept some of the key tools to himself.
Damon recollected his things and went back through the door leaving it wedged open. The house could use some air having been shut for so long it was quite stuffy inside.
His feet loudly plodded down the stairs to the top floor and once down he saw that girl again sat down. He was now tired and warm from standing on the roof for a little while. Damon felt it only polite to stop and chat.
He sat down against the wall near the staircase Sam was sat on yet did not know her name "Hi Sa... Sorry what was your name again? I dont think I have been told. Doing alright?"
Sam heard the footsteps and shoved the pill bottle back in her pocket. She was holding her water bottle as Damon stopped and spoke to her. She glanced over at him. " I'm Sam, short for Samantha." She pushed her hair back out. Of her face and looked at him. Poor guy looked all hot and sweaty. She held out her water bottle," dude, you look like you need this more than me." She blinked, and wiped her hand on the thigh of her jeans. She didn't know why she felt nervous. She'd been a pro a being high around people.
Sam pointed up." The lights are on up here, so we got power." She glanced at the tool box," you fix a gennie?" She played with the straps of her pack," I was just waiting to see how this was gonna work, like are we just supposed to fan out and claim a room, or what? No ones really said." She shrugged," least not to me." She glanced at him," so, your Damien, right?" She d heard people saying names, but didn't try to interact with everyone too much. He was one of the first ones she had really talked to, funny. A few years ago, she couldn't get a moment alone. She had always laughed it off as one of the perks of being a model.
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Aug 7, 2015 8:59:15 GMT -5
Damon accepted the water and took a sip and smiled "Thanks, and its Damon. Like umm.... Matt Damon" He still really hated that version of describing his name. He used to get the Team America joke thrown at him all the time back at school and college. He nodded as he rested for a few seconds "Yeah, fixed the generator. We now have emergency lighting and the power to heat water... a welcome change of pace" He saw some oil on his hand and rubbed it onto his blue shirt.
Damon felt something was off about the girl, she was playing with her bags straps and blinking. Damon thought he was a pro at being awkward around others in this mess. Of the last two years he had spent at least 12-14 months on his own.
Damon opened his back pack and saw he still had a few more t shirts and a hoodie left, he took one out so he could change in a few minutes when he had a moment alone but for now he was happy just to sit and chat. "Think we are all staying on the top floor. Remy's apartment mostly till we know this place is safe. They have some alcohol... pretty sure I have some food left so I guess that's it for tonight at least."
Damon zipped his bag up and looked back at the girl wondering if she was maybe unwell from the drive here, maybe hungry? She reminded him of a student who lived on his corridor back at University, mainly her mannerisms. He checked the side pocket and pulled out a Snickers bar offering it to her "Find anything of interest in the apartment over there?"
Sam stared at his hand and the offered candy. She felt a bit slow, like she was moving in slow motion as she reached out and took it." Thanks,Matt." She grinned at him, amused at her little joke. She stared at the shirt he had taken out of the bag," um, " her head lifted and she looked at him." In there?" She pointed at the door to the apartment she had heard the arguement in," well, I was checking the bathroom, got a bad headache." She lied and then ran a hand through her hair. She debated the candy bar and handed it back," you keep it, I don't know if I should eat right now." She spoke kinda slow, she was trying to make sure she got the words out right. Sam was used to this feeling, he'll, she needed it, but with no food in her stomach and not having hit for a few days, it was coming faster than she liked.
She stared at him and the rubbed her bandaged wrists." Good color for you" she pointed at the dirty shirt he wore" even with the ..grease." She smiled at him and then without thinking kept talking," remy and that new girl do not get along, I thought they were gonna go at it, I was in the bathroom in there and they got in a fight , something about that guy, Dallas, but that don't make sense, cause Remy is with that cop, right?" She shrugged," I don't know, something about what they found in there, in the bedroom. I couldn't hear it all, and I wasn't about to get caught in there ." She grinned at him, and opened her bag. She rummaged through and brought out a pack of smokes," want one? Been rationing, til I found more, they 're menthol."
She wasn't sure how the man was going to react, he didn't look necessarily bad but you could never be sure. After all, she didn't know his history.
She listened to what the man said, but didn't drop her guard. He had the same intentions as she did. His reasoning seemed legit and story believable.
Sasha's attention moved to a guy down the street. The guy seemed weak, on the floor, out of breath and gasping for a drink, she had a spare in her bag which she would toss to him when he was up.
The original guy offered his hand and introduced himself as Smokey. She accepted. "Sasha." Sasha liked the man, he seemed smart and his willingness to help the stranger made him seem like a good man. She folded her arms as Luca came over to help.
The younger man stood up and introduced himself as Jackson. Sasha stood and listened to the man's story, it was unfortunate but if he was robbed, he was probably not going to be a threat if they decided to let him stay the night.
"There are a few of us." She didn't really want to give much information away but he didn't seem like one who would be dangerous to tell. She answered his question about the places security. "That's because we only recently arrived."
Remy came out, saying that the sun would come down soon. "We can at least try and get through some of the tree for a little bit." She paused. "And after that, we could let them come in."
The journey to and from Kansas was a dark one indeed. June has done things she wasn't the least bit proud of, and it haunted her every day of her life, but that was another story, and shall be told another time.
June was ruffling through the garbage looking for anything she could use, or eat for that matter. She couldn't exactly afford to be picky at this point. As luck would have it, June stumbled across a pizza box in the garbage and picked it up.
“Please have something in it. Please have something in it.”
June opened up the pizza box to find one half eaten frozen slice of pizza still inside.
“Thank you, wasteful people!”
June picked up the slice and took a bite out of the end. So that's what cold pizza tasted like. She chewed it up and let it go down her throat, and for a brief moment the hunger had subsided. June decided not to eat it all in one sitting and closed the box, keeping it close to her as she walked down the sidewalk.
As she walked, she overheard noise up ahead and followed it closely. That noise brought her to the outside of an apartment building and a small group of people talking. There was some guy chopping down a tree speaking to four others. Two women and three guys in total as far as June could make out.
She was debating whether or not it was worth the risk to introduce herself to the group. Who knew what kind of people they were, though they looked normal enough just standing outside around a tree talking. Made June nostalgic for before walkers roamed the earth. June had spent enough time standing there to where they would have seen her by now, so there was no choice but to interact as she held up the pizza box as a peace offering.
He was glad the red head shook his hand, meant they, or at least she, trusted him. She also spoke of them just arriving, which explained the cars and the lack of security. "Sounds about right. You here to see the square too? The architecture?" He laughed a little and leaned the axe on the ground, "I won't bother you, or at least try to."
He heard another voice and looked up at a blonde girl, who spoke from afar. She mentioned that the tree would take all night and it was getting dark. "Crap you're right," he said looking at her, "I don't want to be chopping the dark, and I don't have a chainsaw. You wouldn't happen to have one would you? No, didn't think so."
Red mentioned continuing on the tree for now and Smokey shook his head. "No blondie is right. It will be dark soon. The more chopping now the bigger problem later. and since you just arrived means it's probabaly not the cleared. So I'll stop for the night, and continue tomorrow." He smiled, "how about this. I'll grab some things from my truck, food, whiskey, rum. I'll let you and your group have some. In exchange you help me with the three tomorrow. I have enough, I'm sure you could use a drink, or three or four."
smokey turned at the at the sound of another voice. "She's not with me either," he said looking at her, "but she has Pizza."
Last Edit: Aug 7, 2015 15:38:30 GMT -5 by Deleted
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Aug 7, 2015 16:59:08 GMT -5
Damon smiled and nodded his head cheerfully at Sams joke yet was internally thinking 'Never heard that one before'. He took the snickers bar back and placed it inside his back pack "Ever want anything just let me know. Got a bit of food in here". He licked his thumb and began trying to clean the oil from his shirt picking away at it. As he did this he listened to Samantha talk about an argument she had heard and made a mental note of what she was saying.
He eventually gave up and looked back up still listening. He found her choice of words odd. Sam said they almost caught her. Doing what he wondered. He noticed something on her wrist and considered why she had them covered up. Did she have an embarrassing tattoo, cuts, she may have attempted suicide previously for all he knew. He was suspicious.
When she offered a smoke he smiled "Yes please" Accepting the smoke he took out his lighter and lit up his own offering to light her smoke "You know with these kind of things I just always try and be aware but not involved. As long as it doesn't get out of hand these arguments may just be caused by the stress of all this mess"
He then looked at the smoke in his hand thinking of how often he had tried to quit and yet now it seemed like something that as he found less and less would be forced upon him. He finished thinking and returned his attention to Sam.
"So Sam, where are you from?" Applying his British accent in a slightly thicker manner as he often did with Americans at University for fun.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Aug 7, 2015 17:02:10 GMT -5
It was apparent their group was getting bigger and with the sun coming down fast, she couldn't stay out here and figure out who was good and who was bad. What she could do though, was lay down a few rules that they could abide by or be thrown out if they failed to agree with her plan. When Aron ran off to gather up Andrei and the redhead, she stepped forward, still staying behind Luca as she spoke. With the arrival of a woman and her stale pizza she flinched her nose at the thought of how long that pizza had been sitting in an icebox. She would take her chances with perishable food instead of rotten cheese on bread that could probably break their teeth.
"Alright look," her southern twang was more apparent now that she was in her home town. "We ain't got time to sit out here and tell our life stories so we can figure out if we can trust you or not. As far as I'm concerned, none of us can trust each other."
She looked at Luca who gave her a look that told her to continue. She had the floor and this was her home. It actually encouraged her further.
"This is our house. You want shelter for the night? Then you listen to our rules. We all go in and when we shut the doors, no one goes out until first sunlight. We move heavy furniture in front of the front doors until we can secure ourselves tomorrow."
She looked at Smokey as he offered up some booze and nodded. "That's mighty kind of you. We'll help you with the tree in the morning, but it's too late tonight. Any one of you tries anything with this group, we'll throw you out with the walkers and no supplies, not even a weapon. You do anything to hurt someone and I'll leave your fate to Luca."
She nodded over to him as he stood quietly listening to her. She remembered the words he once said to Anthony back at the motel in Texas. With a gun in his hand, he was the judge, jury and executioner. She would let him do that with the strangers in her home. It was her job to protect them now. This was her city, her apartment building...her responsibility. It had come full circle.
"Now gather up what you can and get inside before it's too late. Ain't no hesitation. You don't wanna stay here? Then be on your way."
She laid a strong hand on Luca's shoulder, touching him just for a moment before pulling away and heading back towards the .SUV with her supplies inside. She grabbed a few bags and hoisted them over her shoulder as she moved back towards the house.
"We got food and wine here. Ya'll are welcomed to come eat."
She went back inside and started up stairs carrying the load back up to her apartment so she could start rummaging through the cabinets to see what she could feed them. Hell, she barely remembered what she had in her pantry. There were still a few more things she believed they needed and when she set the bags down, she saw Anthony already going through the cabinets. Nice that he was making himself at home. She rolled her eyes a bit and came into the kitchen.
"Hey Anthony, can you go check around the building? See if you can find any stray water bottles or buckets we can use to collect rain on the roof."
June only stayed quiet when Remy did her speech, which loosely translated meant “Don't fuck with us.” Okay. That was fair. Tori would have given a similar speech in Remy's shoes if the house back in Kansas had lasted long enough for them to start taking in refugees. It was still better than being told to move along. Even though she meant no ill-will towards any of them, June was still nervous. Hopefully, they didn't prove to be the paranoid type.
June followed Remy into the apartment building and took a look around while ascending the staircase. Looked peaceful enough. Not a bad place to hold up for the night, or long term if that was the group's plans. Once in the apartment June took another look around before returning her attention to Remy.
“Um... did you want me to put this somewhere or throw it out?” June asked about the pizza box. “I mean, if you have food it probably isn't needed, but I don't know if you guys were building an emergency stash just in case, or not.”
Sam glanced over and leaned down, placing a cigarette between her lips and letting him light it for her. She inhaled deep and blew it out her nose, "Damn, that's nice." She leaned back and smiled at him. "Been a day, no two since I had one." She grinned at him and noticed how he gave her a once over, staring at her wrists for a moment.
She watched him pick at his shirt, and she chuckled, "Dude, just change it, we got power, means we can actually wash clothes, thank god! And thank you!" She smiled at him kinda goofily, then took another long pull from the menthol.
Sam was quiet til he asked about where she was from, "New York, and from that little accent, I, am gonna say you are from across the Atlantic. Britain? " she tugged at the bandage and stared at him, the cigarette in between her lips. She raised her hand, showing him the bandage, "Don't worry, I ain't gonna do nothing stupid, I just keep it wrapped as a reminder, that's all. " she chuckled, and took the cigarette outta her mouth, "I overdosed, woke up in a rehab hospital in all this shit." She chuckled, 'trust me, at first, i honestly thought I died and went to hell , ya know, like I was being punished." She took another drag and then rubbed her wrist, before glancing at him, "One of the perks to my job, all the booze and drugs I could handle. Been to Britain once, on a photo shoot, we were there and went to Paris after, nice place." She felt extremely mellow now, and chuckled softly, "Ok,now I just need a beer, and my world is peachy."
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Aug 7, 2015 21:22:04 GMT -5
Damon was getting relaxed with the smoke in his hand and began observing the carpet now he had given up on fixing his shirt. He nodded as she spoke to show he was listening and as she said thank you he simply replied "Oh Your welcome. And yeah Im from England, though Im not a cockney like Oliver Twist or some shit". He took another drag as she obviously observed him viewing her bandages.
Damon was a bit shocked to hear her story, rehab and OD was a rare story for his ears. Heard her mention photo shoots which made him guess she was either an actress or model or something. Who knew anymore. You met a model or an actress before it would have been a big deal and friends would talk like Stiffler or Barney Stinson about these women.
When he heard how she woke up to all this mess it made him think back to day one "Jeez, Must have been pretty horrible. Mean I just woke up with a huge hangover in my student accommodation. Stayed with my girl friend for a while and yeah...".
Damon heard her mention beer and thought back smiling "Thats one place I didnt check... food and electricity being off and all. May be some in the fridge of that apartment. Ill check in a minute if you want."
Sam stared at him as he spoke about how he woke up in all this," it was fucked up. I had taken too many pills to relax and drank some on top of it. Police found me in my bathtub with both wrists slashed, but I don't remember doing that." The pointed at her wrist," least some of the people in that place tried to survive, but eventually I just took off. Sorry about your girl, loosing people sucks ass." She smiled at him and then reached for the water bottle," gonna use it as an ash tray, if you're done?"
He said he would go and check the fridges for beer, that was cool of him," for a guy that do t talk much, you're not half bad, and that would be awesome if one of these places had some." She made a face," dude, I bet these fridges are gonna reek, they haven't had power in how long? And the shit in them is probably way disgusting by now." She dropped the rest of her smoke in the water bottle, and stood up. She wobbled a bit, " wonder if there are any trash bags, we should toss that shit before the fridge gets to stinking." She smiled at him," if we find a beer, we can split it, deal?"
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Aug 9, 2015 16:39:08 GMT -5
Damon nodded and looked at the floor a second. He remembered the first days still and had been distant since. He never became a pal in any groups and he never really stuck his neck out there for anyone. He would try and keep others alive but so far it had been calculated, without major risk.
He smiled as she mentioned not being bad company for a conversation "Well University is a social place. Anyway, fridges may reek but any sealed beer will still taste nice... even if it doesn't who cares. Beer is Beer as my old neighbors used to say". Damon stood and stubbed the beer out on the bottle. He lifted his back pack and headed towards the apartment across the hall from Remys.
Damon saw the fridge and glanced at Sam "Well, how about we split the treasure 60-40... you take the 40" In a joking manner. He approached to see it was a large fridge and saw some blood along the seal which made the door stick. He pulled until eventually it sprung open unleashing a stench comparable to that of a dozen walkers.
He lifted the front area of his shirt to cover his nose "Christ alive that is foul. Smells like a skunks arsehole" He looked inside to see some cheese, butter and an open milk carton which he dare not touch. He then looked at the inside of the fridge closer to see a few bottles, still sealed. Half a dozen of so and looked back to Sam "That what you were hoping for?"
Sam wobbled a bot as she followed behind Damon into the kitchen. She gagged as he opened the fridge. She used the crook of her elbow, trying to cover her nose and mouth. God it was awful! She wanted him to hurry up and shut the damn door.
He asked if that was what she was looking for, and she nodded , moving her arm with her face."God that's foul!" she stared at him,"Grab em and shut that fucking thing." She gagged again and backed outta the room. Jesus, she knew it would be bad,but she didn't think it would be that bad.
She waited back out in the hall for him. Maybe they should open some windows and air the fucking place out. She leaned against the wall, and stared at the door waiting for him. "Hey, Damon, should we clean that thing? I mean you got power up on this floor, the fridge should work, right and keep stuff cold, we could have cold beer instead of warm beer, if we wait til later,right?" She ran a hand through her hair and eased back towards the door, what was taking him so long?
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5