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Outside was bright, and chaos everywhere. Vince felt his legs shaking as he moved toward the truck. He saw Kevin, offering a smile as he was helped in. Inside the truck he felt Kevin's arms around him. Vince didng say anything, he didn't need to. Instead he just leaned his head on Kevin's chest, letting out a soft sigh as it went up and down with every breath.
"I'm never leaving your side. You just got a new permanent accessorie," Vince said with a smile, "let's get out of here. It's not safe." He coughed as he talked, wheezing a little. "Is there a doctor in your group?"
It field weird saying you group, he was a part of Kevin. Yet over the two years, so much had changed.
"I'm Al, originally from upstate but I wound up down here. Started running out of safe places to try getting by and I hoped I could find something down here. Still not the best place but at least I finally found other people who didn't shoot me on site." He said, looking at the new comer. "Ryker's Island you said? How big a group are we talking?" The idea of a safe strong hold appealed to him. "And do you think they'd have room for a few more? We have a good amount of supplies on the bridge. We didn't get all of it to the fire house. We won't be coming to you empty handed."
"Nice to meet you fellas'," Daniel replied as the firetruck continued up Manhattan towards Forth Washington. Hearing Al's reference to Rikers, Daniel continued. "We've got a couple hundred survivors there; its' a tight-knit group and we've got plenty of supplies." Looking at the others, he added, "You're more than welcome to come and join us."
Post by Tory Bournell on Nov 21, 2015 11:46:38 GMT -5
"I'm never leaving your side. You just got a new permanent accessorie," Vince said with a smile, "let's get out of here. It's not safe." He coughed as he talked, wheezing a little. "Is there a doctor in your group?"
"No, I don't think so," Tory answered with concern for Vince's wheezing, would he be alright? "but Steph and Mike are pretty good with that stuff. They took care of Roman's leg after he was shot. We all kinda just met over the past two days." She added with a small smile. "It's your group too."
"I'm Ozzy," he finally broke his silence, "From Compton. Been stranded in New York this whole damn time, y'all can call me Oz."
"I'm Tory, originally from Minnesota, after my first group um ya..." She still didn't like to talk about it, it choked her up. She paused for barely a second to regain her composure. "Sorry, I came here to see the Empire State Building. I'm just thankful Steph found me first."
Albert and one of guys on the roof were discussing a place called Ryker's. Tory was sick of the city, she just wanted out of New York. As the city scenery moved outside the window behind her head, she dreamed of her home or a farm or anywhere besides here. But I guess it's not my decision. She'd follow the others. A doctor could be helpful for Kevin, Vince, and Mike too, she figured.
Post by Michael Guarnere on Nov 22, 2015 10:08:16 GMT -5
Michael held a snarl on his face as Albert essentially asked if the whole group could stay. He crawled closer to the front on the roof so he could be heard clearer "Easy guys, lets not plan a holiday home yet or something. We need to talk this over as a group. I can patch up the cuts and stuff with what I learned in the military while you get your supplies. It's Why I want us to stop at the vets... Just need somebody to hunk out a bit of bullet still in me soon before it gets too deep in me."
"Michael's right," Daniel said. "Let's take things one at a time, starting with getting to that rendezvous point youse mentioned earlier." Looking around to get another bearing of where they were in Manhattan, he added, "Tell Roman, two more intersections, make a hard left and that should get you to your first destination.."
Looking around, he saw that Tory seemed somewhat discomforted; crawling over the middle of the firetruck's long outside interior, he sat down near her and said in a quiet voice, "Things'll be alright, kid; we're safe for now," adding with a laconic note, "but if you think things are bad nowadays, be glad you didn't grow up in the Rotten Apple back in the late 70's and early 80's," laughing to himself quietly for a moment. "If anything, you seem like you got a good head about you; that's good...you're also still alive, which means you're a survivor. Someone, years ago, once told me that every day your alive is another day to the good...well, in this day and age, that's sometimes all you need," giving Tory a comforting pat on the shoulder as he sat there.
Kevin felt so happy feeling Vince close to him. He then laughed a little as Vince spoke about being his new accessory. It hurt to laugh, but he just couldn’t help it. “I like that, I wish I could just catch you in a pokébal, that way I could always put you in there to protect you.” Kevin said softly with a little smile. “But I promise you, we will never be apart and I’ll keep you safe the best I can, or die trying.” He added in the same soft tone.
Then he heard the question about the doctor, which Tory answered. “Yeah, like Tory said, Mike or Steph will fix us.” he said followed by a little kiss on his head. Kevin also noticed how Vince said his group. “It’s more like friends and we are one, so they will be your friends too.” Kevin said with a little wink. “All good people.” He added. Now that he was sitting in the car and could relax for a brief second, he felt better already, speaking was a lot easier, but still he felt a bit tired and everything hurt.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Nov 23, 2015 17:42:39 GMT -5
Hearing Daniel's instructions, Stephanie leaned over towards where Roman was and called out to him. "Roman! Go through 2 more intersections, then turn left." Standing back up, she looked over at the woman standing near her - one of Daniel's people, she figured - and said, "Looks like we gonna' make it out of here after all, huh?" smiling for a moment as they continued heading north, away from danger....but headed towards what? she also thought..
Post by Roman Hughes on Nov 25, 2015 8:35:43 GMT -5
"Alright, any ideas after we hit this place?"
Roman had been focusing on the road so much he wasn't even thinking about, much less hearing anything they may have said back there. More than anything he wants to get the hell out of the city, he didn't what direction they went at this point as long as it was out of New York.
He turned on the right intersection and parked right infront of their destination. Then he turned around and said, "Alright folks, thank you for driving Red Roman's Taxi's"
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Nov 25, 2015 23:43:52 GMT -5
"Alright, any ideas after we hit this place?"
Standing on top of the firetruck's water cannon platform, Stephanie thought about it for a few moments. "Michael, we're here," she said, looking around as if expecting someone - walker or bad guy - to come bounding around a corner at any moment.
Hearing Stephanie's words, Daniel didn't need any hesitation; getting up from his spot in the middle of the firetruck, he quickly looked around and saw that, for now, the coast was clean. "Tegan," he called out, "you and the other shooters get out and cover everyone," grabbing his Mini-14 from the floor and making sure there were still rounds for it....
He turned on the right intersection and parked right infront of their destination. Then he turned around and said, "Alright folks, thank you for driving Red Roman's Taxi's"
Laughing for a moment at Roman's humor, he tapped on the center panel, leaned in a moment and replied, "We'll be sure to tip you when things settle down, alright?"
Post by Tory Bournell on Nov 26, 2015 0:18:54 GMT -5
"Things'll be alright, kid; we're safe for now," adding with a laconic note, "but if you think things are bad nowadays, be glad you didn't grow up in the Rotten Apple back in the late 70's and early 80's," laughing to himself quietly for a moment. "If anything, you seem like you got a good head about you; that's good...you're also still alive, which means you're a survivor. Someone, years ago, once told me that every day your alive is another day to the good...well, in this day and age, that's sometimes all you need," giving Tory a comforting pat on the shoulder as he sat there.
"You sound just like Steph..." mused Tory,"...saying I'm a survivor." Her blue eyes watched out the window. "But I guess I don't know, I'm not sure. I...I almost died today and that scares me, really really bad. I'll be fine, I just need time to process." It was awkward for her, being comforted by a stranger, but the teen welcomed the attempt as she redid her hair in a ponytail. He cares. Already the days events seemed more distant as she struggled to put it all behind her.
"Roman, how's your leg?" When they stopped, she checked on her friend before digging through the firetruck for her bag. His joke was funny but she didn't feel like laughing. Her nerves were returning as Daniel's men fanned out. One step at a time, Tory, one step at a time. She flashed a nervous smile to Steph on the roof before climbing up with her to wait for instructions from Mike. "What exactly are we looking for?"
Becky remained on her knees before falling sideways. She clutched at her wounds before seeing Francesca. She had been through so much over just a few days and wondered in the grander scheme of things how insignificant to others her existence may have appeared. Becky felt her own pocket grabbing a photo. She was now choking and coughing. She had saved Francesca in a way by blocking the syringe. She attempted to get some words out.
"D... Don't... waste this..." She wanted mercy "Pl... please... Help... It Stop."
Post by Michael Guarnere on Nov 26, 2015 19:59:59 GMT -5
Michael hopped down off the truck and clutched his wound "Christ sake... Stings like a bitch." He walked around the truck and saw the shutter that was broken. Walking forwards he lifted them up struggling due to his wound. He revealed the Animal Care Clinic and turned to Tory
"This place... Need to fix a few of us up. The others first. I'm going to need a few painkillers and I cant help anyone if I'm high as a kite."
He gestured to the others "We wont be stopping long. Fifteen minutes I can help stitch up those we rescued. Albert... its not far to your supplies if you want to make a move from here."
Michael was hurting yet he knew how to fight through it and entered the store searching for what he needed. The thread and needles were easy. Anti-biotic's he had in his med kit he and Kevin had taken from a walker. Yet some stronger painkillers were the hard find.
Al climbed down from the truck. "Whoa, your in no condition to be doing this on your on. Tell me what you need and point me in the right direction and I'll grab it. Then we'll all head to the bridge." He punched through the glass on the door and let himself in. "Don't move around too much Mike." Al said as he began to rummage through the place, grabbing what he could that would be useful.
Ozzy didn't say much once they stopped instead he walked to the back of the fire truck and changed back into his normal clothes and with a sigh of relief put on hos flat bill 'Compton' hat, "Finally feeling like a man again my friend."
Looking to make sure the coast was clear Ozzy went to the bottom of his bag where his bag of pot was and when he pulled it out he took a big smell of the bag and gave it a tight hug, "Better than sex mary jane, better than sex."
Inside the bag was prerolled joints and he took one out firing it up. Ozzy took a deep deep deep toke once or twice, holding it in closing his eyes, and he finally let a big cloud of smoke out before re-inhaling through his nose. Resting the joint between his lips he replaced the bag in his bag and rested against the fire truck. This was life. That escape was crazy to him, draining, and if they got pissed fuck'em they should probably smoke too.
Post by Tory Bournell on Nov 27, 2015 16:43:03 GMT -5
"Albert's right Mike, you should take a break," Tory followed the two into the Animal Clinic after climbing back down from the firetruck. She stepped carefully over the broken glass, her footsteps remained quiet until she was sure there wasn't any walkers. Heading around the counter and to the back, she started taking out small white and orange bottles, placing them label forward on the countertop. "What do painkillers look like? Aren't they like Oxy-something?" The teen had never thought D.A.R.E would come in handy, but here Tory was trying to recall what she learned in it with an open medicine cabinet. "What about this one? It says Leva..me...so- ooh nevermind, I'll just bring them all out." She brushed the pill and tablet bottles into a cardboard box sitting nearby and carried it out to to the waiting room. Hopefully somebody else could tell painkillers from deworming drugs.
"Gross, what's that smell?" Catching a whiff of something back outside through the open door, she pulled her shirt over her nose.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Nov 27, 2015 18:08:03 GMT -5
As Daniel and his people climbed down and set a defensive line just past the vet clinic, Stephanie climbed down and stood near the end of the firetruck, ready to help anyone else if needed....
Al climbed down from the truck. "Whoa, your in no condition to be doing this on your on. Tell me what you need and point me in the right direction and I'll grab it. Then we'll all head to the bridge." He punched through the glass on the door and let himself in. "Don't move around too much Mike."
"Hang on, Michael," Stephanie said, helping Albert and Michael and thinking, "We gotta' get Michael and the others fixed up and move out fast..." thinking the sooner they got everything taken care of, the better...
Post by Roman Hughes on Nov 27, 2015 19:48:02 GMT -5
Romam grinned hearing the thought of a tip from the back. Though in his mind money wasn't what he had in mind.
"If you have something like a Twizzler you got a forever drive free of charge warranty my man."
He looked and shrugged when Tory asked about his leg,
"It's been still for so long I think it fell asleep so nothing new I think. Would feel a lot better when I'm able to finally walk on it again." Opening the door and slowly preparing himself, one leg at a time he was able to descend down to solid ground, having a strange feeling from his wrapped leg like pins and needles. He held his shotgun in his hand and went inside, hobbling on one leg mostly going inside keeping his eye on the door and windows.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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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.
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