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Post by Clementine on Sept 8, 2015 14:24:29 GMT -5
Clementine turned her dark eyes down toward the RV floor in thought. She folded her hands together, and opened them, as if reading her open palms would give her an answer. She did cobble one together, and broke the momentary silence, ”They way I see it. That's why we make a good team and such good friends. Maybe I do think stuff over more, and look before I leap. And.. and.. that's what I like most about you. We balance each other out. Because many times there isn't time to think stuff over. You're not scared of anything. And if you lost that... I don't know.”
Post by Dakota Snow on Sept 8, 2015 14:25:14 GMT -5
Dakota snort-chuckled, her tears finally drying up.”I'm scared a lot of the time. I.. Just wished we could find some place crazy-free. But everywhere we go.. they're still there. The bandits around my uncle's cabin...The masked man.. Jeff. The spy family. The crazy people with the bombs in Texas.. Now these guys.”
She rested her hands over her rifle, letting their talk drift back into silence for a couple moments. Koda lifted her gaze from rifle barrel, and looked solemnly straight to Clem, ”The difference between the bandits around my uncle's old cabin and all the rest of them since then is my uncle made sure the crazies were afraid of us and ran away. Now we're afraid of the crazies, and run away from them. If we ever find some place to be our own. I'm gonna make sure the crazies are hella afraid of us. Make them run, so they'll leave us alone.”
Last Edit: Sept 8, 2015 14:26:59 GMT -5 by Dakota Snow
Lilly kept her pistol drawn and ready as the cultists talked to Ash. She didn't like it. Watching Dakota's rifle she knew they were out gunned and prayed she didn't fire. Keeping her aim towards the cultists as they left she didn't realize she'd been holding her breath. She slowly exhaled as Clementine asked her if they would come back. "I really hope not Clem."
Looking at the girls as they talked she crouched by them. "Don't worry girls. We're gonna make them afraid of us." Lilly reasured them as Ash started to walk back into the RV. She wanted to stop and talk to him but from the look on his face she knew he was planning something.
Ash slowly lowered his revolver as the cultists singing slowly faded away. Ash nodded at Tori's statement. "That was too easy." Moving back to the RV he heard Dakota talk about making the cultists afraid of us. Ash stopped dead in his tracks. How often had he fled because of other groups forcing them out? Vegas, Texas, Miami.
Clenching his fists Ash wanted to fight. He started walking again. "We're not leaving this time." Climbing into the RV he ignored Shadow as he reached into his pack and pulled out an old hunting rifle. Checking the Ammo he slung it over his shoulder as he started to speak. "How many times had we been forced out of our homes because of another group?"
Standing up Ash placed a box of shells for his Revolver on the counter. He started counting the bullets before he started talking again. "I'm done running. Dakota's right. We gotta make these fuckers afraid of us. If we run they win and they don't look like the type of people who'd just let us walk away with out tail between our legs."
Spinning his revolver on his finger he turned to the group. "We're here to stay. I'm not gonna spend another fucking mouth or longer on the road. This may be Texan pride speaking but I don't give a shit. I-" Ash felt it coming back. The high pitched squeal as his vision began to blur. He grabbed the counter with one hand before grabbing his forehead. It'd been happening to him since he'd left Miami. What was wrong with him? As the noise and blurring faded he saw Shadow staring at him from his feet. The dog looked worried until Ash pet his head. "We're waiting for Mark and Kiku before we make any decisions."
Tori was confused when Ash headed back into the RV. Looked like they were going to forgo searching for Kiku and Mark on account of the crazy people. When the redhead entered the RV and caught the ongoing conversation she wasn't happy about it. Tori was about to interject when she noticed Ash about lost his balance and stepped in to help him.
“Whoa, hey there. Calm down, you're getting yourself all worked up here.”
Ash looked like he was going to be fine so she turned to the others.
“You all want me to go out and find some Goth clothes?” she began, sarcasm apparent in her voice, “paint your faces, so we can all hold hands and summon demons to eat out their livers? Ooh, I could tell them I'm a bleeding heart liberal, atheist, bisexual, pro choice, pro science who'd rather focus on her career than get married. I'm sure that will send them running for the hills!”
Tori took off her jacket and put it down on the bench near the back of the RV. If they were going to wait there was no point having the extra clothes on to make it hotter.
“Can we at least wait until we found the rest of your group before we declare war on some crazies? We don't even know how many of them there are, or what their firepower is. That Brett guy looked like he weighed over two-hundred pounds on his own. I guarantee you the side that does have the numbers and weapons aren't going to be afraid of the side...”
Tori hunched down so she'd be at eye level with Dakota and Clementine.
“That's literally smaller than they are.”
She wasn't trying to be mean, just point out the large gaping hole in their plan. There were eight of them, nine including the baby, and ten including the dog. Always include the dog. Never leave the dog out. Tori didn't know how to shoot, and Kiku's weapon of choice was a sword. Mark, for as big as he was, had an eye-patch giving him an exploitable blind spot. There were only five of them who could actually shoot, and if this community happened to have one competent sniper they were all fucked. Tori didn't know if their chances would be any better if they found the rest of their group, but it'd give them more of a fighting chance than how they were now.
Mark grabbed a fire ax off the back of the fire truck before they left. As the man asked if they were with the crazies he didn't hesitate in drawing his shotgun. "What crazies?" The biker asked staying between Kiku and the man. He was acting a little protective over Kiku but only because he had the only gun between the two.
Kiku glared into Mark's back, she knew what he was doing and she didn't like it. She had worked hard to make sure that she wasn't weak, that she could protect herself and didn't need to depend on others. She peaked her head out from behind Mark and spoke to the unknown man, "So the rumors are true, there's a suspicious group in Colorado."
Al sensed the tension in the room, he held up his hand, "whoa whoa chill man, I'm your best bet out of here." He saw the cute Asian girl behind the beefy guy, "I don't know what rumors you've heard but as long as you don't have a taste for human meat, you guys are my new best friends."
The biker arched an eyebrow. "Taste for human meat?" He'd heard about the dairy farm from Lilly and Clementine. Lowering his shotgun he watched the man keeping the fire ax tight in his grip. "I didn't wanna believe it. Who are these crazies?"
"Yeah, they're in the tunnel right now." he lowered his hands, "Talkin' to some poor souls down at that end down there." He pointed in the direction they had come from.
Kiku made herself more visible, "The RV is down there. Mark, we have to get out of town now. Staying here is dangerous." She gripped her kunai, "Let's go."
Al put his arms up, blocking the door, "I'd wait a little longer, they're coming back this way and you don't want to be caught in their path."
"Sonova." He said as he slung his shotgun over his shoulder. Gripping the fire ax in both hands he moved back to the fire truck. "I don't like the thought that they were near the girls." The biker said as he examined the truck. "Kiku did you find any keys in it?"
"I wasn't looking for keys," she jumped back inside of the firetruck and started looking around. Digging in ever place she thought they would have possibly left it. She stopped frustrated, "I don't....YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! They were in the ignition."
The sun beat down on the pavement, turning what had only been a few short miles into something of a grueling test on one's psyche. It was an enduring pain, that would break down even the hardest of travelers. Yet, it compared to the pain that some carried within themselves.
You complain and worry too much, it fucking annoys me the way you act. I'm not your little princess anymore, it's time you start living your own life--Richard glanced up from his resting spot, wiping the sweat the had begun to form on the top of his forehead; taking a sip from his water bottle, he stood up and continued on his journey.
There is something about a long and lonesome journey that Richard liked--he had a purpose in a rather meaningless world, and he wouldn't stop until it was complete. He liked to think of himself as a modern day Odysseus, in search of his own glory. It wasn't being on his own that he enjoyed, but rather the time it gave him to contemplate the mistakes he had made in his life, and the possibilities that he could redeem himself.
As he walked his eyes shifted left and right in search of the dead or Snappers as he called them. Seeing none he let his guard down and continued to walk through the hot Colorado sun. Slowly a soft hum could be heard in the distance, that steadily grew louder. Was it a song, a chant? Richard instinctively reached for his hatchet--gripping it tightly as he crept ahead on the street.
He slid into cover behind an abandon car, watching as a group of what appeared to be cultists making their way down the street, yet stopping as a man appeared out of what Richard had presumed to be an abandon RV.
His breathing began to heavy as he watched the group exchange a few words and then disperse. It's all clear...Just watch out for those...people, his mind was racing with a flood of emotions as he watched the Cultists move away--it was clear.
Richard took one final look and pushed ahead towards the RV, his hatchet in hand. He came to a slowing halt as the man and woman made their way back into the RV. "Hel-hello," his voice cracked, he couldn't remember the last time he had talked to someone.
Tori heard somebody else talking outside of the RV. She didn't like this. A place that looked empty was suddenly filling up with new people left and right. Grabbing the jacket and putting it back on, she stopped at the entrance of the RV to see a lone man with a hatchet in his hand.
“Hi,” said Tori awkwardly.
“That's a nice sharp object you have there. Mind putting it down so you look less like a murderous psycho?”
Tori's left hand was at her side, but close enough to the pocket that had the night stick in in case this man proved hostile.
Last Edit: Sept 13, 2015 23:13:17 GMT -5 by Deleted
“That's a nice sharp object you have there. Mind putting it down so you look less like a murderous psycho?” The words stung deep, shocking the father a bit as he processed what she said. Richard glanced down towards the hatchet he was gripping tightly, did he really look that messed up? He dropped the hatchet onto the pavement-putting his hands up in the air.
"Wh--who...were those people si--singing," Richard paused for a moment as he began to gain his composure, his voice grew steady, "My name is Richard Henry...I'm just looking for my daughter."
“Kick it away,” Tori added, nodding her head to the side. Trick she learned from playing Metal Gear Solid 2. If they were on a boat she would have asked him to throw it overboard. And they say you don't learn anything by playing old video games.
“Crazy people,” Tori answered. He introduced himself as Richard Henry. Was there a 'Lee' in there somewhere? “Tori.” She didn't feel the need to add surnames. He talked about looking for his daughter. A father, looking for his daughter, in a city full of cultists. Silent Hill. Tori had somehow entered Silent Hill. If there was fog anywhere she was hightailing it.
Richard pushed the hatchet with his foot towards the RV, "I want that hatchet back," as he contemplated telling her about the pistol in his backpack--he went for it, "I have a glock and a knife in my backpack." He slid his backpack off and threw it towards the RV, "Take what you want, just let me live..."
He closed his eyes as she asked about his daughter, was she even alive still--he had to find out. "She'd be twenty now, was a freshmen at Colorado State University," he stammered for a moment as he collected his thoughts, "I've come from Ohio to try and find her...I told her I'd come for her..."
“I'm not interested in your weapons,” Tori told him. Picking up the hatchet and the bag and putting them inside the RV for now. “I just find it easier to talk to a man who doesn't have any.”
Could never be too careful in this day and age. You think you're having a good conversation, and then all of a sudden you're being stabbed in the neck. Couldn't trust anybody anymore. Tori was surprised she didn't go through a similar situation when she first met up with the group. Perhaps the fact Shadow hadn't growled at her eased their worries. Dogs were good judges of characters, you know. The man willingness to part with the weapons in the backpack was a good sign at least. Some weren't so willing to part with their weapons when asked.
“Sorry. We haven't seen anyone around that age bracket. We're looking for our people, too.”
Tori was looking for her friends, the group were looking for their friends, this man was looking for his daughter, and the singers were probably looking for Jesus. Everybody were looking for somebody else. Colorado was just one big search party at this point.
Post by Dakota Snow on Sept 14, 2015 17:38:51 GMT -5
Hearing Lilly and Papa Bear's reassuring words, raised Dakota's young spirits. She had only meant for her little for an understanding friend's ears... Clem. She didn't think any grown up within earshot would actually listen to her. Dakota didn't know Ash or Tori were in ear shot to begin with.
The spin of Ash's revolver and hearing the idea come from someone else's mouth gave Koda a slight different take on all this not running scared stuff. Now that she had had a couple moments to sober up from her peak of adrenaline, she knew a direct confrontation was suicide. Yet, she still meant every word of her little rant too. Head to head confrontation was not how her Uncle Rob had taught her to survive, and it was not how she had lived this long as a little girl in the post-apocalyptic world.
Her train of thought derailed into worry the moment Papa Bear seemed to falter. That was kinda scary on its own. It wasn't supposed to happen to Ash, her face sharing Shadow's worry or worse. She started to move toward Ash and the husky, but her mind flashed back to what she had thought was Papa Bear's lifeless body back in Miami.
Poor Tori had a certain point, but Dakota's preteen ears only heard a sarcastic tone of voice and mockery. Fresh visions of Ash dead in the back of their old truck didn't help Dakota's disposition either. Her hazel eyes flashed and narrowed in hurt, anger and pre-teen angst. ”Are you making fun of us??!”
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