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Brian awoke in the morning. The sun was well up, about 6:30 or 7:00 am. He checked his watch. It had long since died, but was a habit he hadn't broken. Te time read the same thing, 4:30. Sighing he swung his leg over and tried to stand up. Balancing on one leg he grabbed his crutches.
He could hear sounds coming from the kitchen and hobbled toward them. Louis was making eggs, powdered enough for everyone. Kira had orange juice out, also powdered, cheap tang. Brian smiled at them. "Morning, who's all up," he asked leaning on the counter.
"oh you know. Few girls from the barn, we need to trade guard shifts. The one new guy, Georgia, and sam have been up since last night," Louis said looking up from his eggs, "haven't seen Sarah, Max, Charles, or Abby."
"Amber, the Indian girl, and Becky left in a transport truck before dawn," Kira said, "on the run."
"thank you both," Brian said mount back, "if our patient wakes up tell me, I'll be on the porch in the mean time."
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Max awoke in his bed, and sat up. He ached all over, his legs, chest, and arms the most. His head also pounded, the lights stressful on his eyes. He looked out the window from where he sat. Forgetting about his leg he swung it out an took a step. Instantly he went down, his knees hitting the floor followed by his body. He laid there and slowly pulled himself up from the dresser.
Still dressed in the same pair of jeans he put on the night edits he walked forward. His hands fumbled in the closet for a shirt. Finding one he pulled it out and on. It wasn't long before he grabbed his gun off the drrsser and hobbled to the door. The gun was tucked in his waist, the handle under his shirt. He was barefoot and his hair looked rugged.
He didn't know where Abby was, but he assumed near by. She wouldn't let him walk down the stairs alone, so he waited before going further.
Tyler let out a yawn. He didn't know how he got stuck on guard duty, but he did. Sitting the whole night out on a lawn chair starring out into his section. A rifel sat near him as did some binoculars. They did nothing during the night, but were useful for the day. He kept the gun loaded, thankful he didn't have to use it.
Early on the army woman, Inola, and one other loaded up in a truck and left. He honestly thought they would just relieve them, but no they were gone. It wasn't until an hour or two later that people started to wake. The farm came alive, mostly people from the barn. They came out a stretched, a few went inside. He saw te windows open and the screen door. A few women sat in lawnchairs around, others on the porch. From the corner a red head appeared, a rifle across her own back, an Asian kid beside her. He recognized them both as the other two on watch.
"Guessing we can get relieved," he said hunping down off the perch. After the the intruders the night had been uneventful. No walkers, no bandits. Either they got lucky or somethig was coming soon.
"Yeah you can sleep now," The dreadlocked redhead said, "we don't usually do a night watch. Just deal with it in the morning. We have alarms on te open spots, and don't get many stranglers. Guess Amber wanted people on the fence after what happened."
"Yeah we got lucky," the asian said, "don't think we met by the way. Name's Sam, this is Georgia."
"We did get Lucky," Tyler said whiping his hand on his pant leg, "names Tyler. Being on watch was no problem. I got a hot meal at least." He watched some women come to relieve him, climbing up and taking their place. Tyler moved across the yard, Georgia and Sam following him. They stopped at the barn and slowly went in.
Finding a cot the all went to lay down, howpfully getting some sleep. With everyone up, it would be challenging.
Post by Jay Richardson on Sept 1, 2015 10:50:04 GMT -5
Jay slowly wakes up from a peaceful night of sleep this time. He opened his eyes and blinked as the early sun rays hit his face. He looked to see where he was at and saw that he was still with Sarah, who was sound asleep still. He had his head in her lap, something he did a little kid with his mother. They were still outside on the swing, so Sarah sleeping in a sitting position can't feel good after she wakes up. He stayed laying there, soaking up the suns rays.
Last Edit: Sept 1, 2015 10:51:39 GMT -5 by Jay Richardson
Sarah felt the boy curled up next to her stirring. Some time during the night his head had ended up in her lap. She shifted a bit as she raised her head. Dear lord , she was stiff. Her neck pained as she lifted her head and she winced slightly. Her eyes glanced down at the head in her lap and she moved her hand from his shoulder and brushed his hair gently," are you awake? " she sniffed and smiled," Louis is up and I smell breakfast, and hopefully he has coffee."
Abby walked out of the bathroom and saw Max standing in the little hallway." When did you get up?" She smiled at him," smells like breakfast, you hungry?" She eased into his side to help him down the stairs,"Max, please don't start anything, don't be hostile to Sarah, let her explain what she did and why, before you go talking about shooting people." Abby wanted them to get along. She loved Sarah. She was like an older sister and she had a great heart and faith.
Post by Jay Richardson on Sept 3, 2015 20:40:01 GMT -5
Jay lets out a quiet yawn and rubs the sleep from his eyes. "Yeah, I'm awake." He answered. He smelled the food and it made his stomach rumble with hunger. He sat up and stretches, cracking his neck. He sniffs the air once more before letting out another yawn. Damn, that's probably the best sleep he had so far, must have been because another person was near by, but who knows.
Nancy slept like a corpse for at least four hours, not moving a single muscle from the awkward, half-sprawled-on-the-bed position she had flopped back into following the field surgery. The combination of the narcotics and alcohol was a potent tranquilizer which afforded her the kind of black oblivion she had not experienced for months. That kind of dreamless sleep was rare, more elusive still was the total relaxation that came with not waking every five minutes to the slightest creak of the truck around her or a twig snapping outside in the dark…
Unfortunately, sometime just before dawn, the pressure in her bladder demanded attention and nagged her up out of her stupor. Still half-asleep and forgetting the events that landed her in the strange bed with ripped jeans, the blonde had carelessly flailed to sit herself up and gotten most of the way there until she had tried to move her leg to better balance herself. The pain which shot through the deep layers of the muscle made her bite back a yelp and she hissed out her curse through her grit teeth, grabbing both hands to the limb as if she were trying to tourniquet the sensation. Slumped over there and holding onto her thigh white-knuckled, the burst of pain slowly died back down, leaving a headache throbbing in her temples and the girl groaned in the gloom as the past several hours came rushing back. Her headache got worse.
Damn that coward. She should have shot him or run him off, not dragged him on a stupid raid attempt. Despite the fact it had been she who had triggered the car alarm, Nancy still blamed her tag-along for distracting her. If she had not had to worry about his @$$ she might have thought twice about opening the back door on that Hummer. And then she wouldn’t be sitting in some strange farm house, without her rifle, with a hole in her leg and desperately needing to pee…
Sulking had never suited her well. She had learned from a young age that no one came to fix things just because you sat there moping. If you wanted something done you had to buck up and do it yourself. And she would be damned if she was going to call for someone to come help her to the bathroom.
Dragging a wooden chair which had sat on the other side of the bedside table, the same one the doctor had sat on last night during the surgery, she managed to turn it around to grab the backrest and use it as an impromptu walking frame to haul herself onto her feet. Keeping her weight off her injured leg, she clopped the chair a few inches forward and took a step behind it, letting it take her weight. It was hardly quiet- the chair scraped on the floorboards and thumped as she set it down with every step, but it was a method and so long as it got her to a toilet Nancy hardly cared about waking the household up.
Out the bedroom door, stairs to her right and a hallway with various doors lining it to the left, the blonde was pleased to find that the first door along was the bathroom right next to her sleeping quarters. Maneuvering herself into position was a tricky thing, made more difficult by the fact that some of the denim to her cut-open jeans had stuck to her skin with dried blood. Peeling the pants off tugged a little on the stitches, making her hold her breath, but once they were around her ankles she kicked them off and tossed them unceremoniously into the bathtub. They reeked of old sweat, musk and blood. Her flannel shirt and tank weren’t much better and her panties had seen better days, she lamented as she stared down at them around her feet while sitting on the porcelain. Her clothes were back in the Chevy, up on the road however, so it was what she had.
Finishing her business, she went about some small ablutions, rinsing the dirt and blood off her face in the basin. She left the sink encrusted with grime afterwards and slung one of the towels around her shoulders to take with her. Standing there in a half-wet tank top and underwear, she took her flannel shirt off and tied it around her waist to provide some modesty if she were to run into anyone back out in the hallway. Then taking her chair she clopped her way back up the hallway to the room where she had awoken.
Sitting on the bed in the foreign room, Nancy inspected the bandages from the surgery job on her leg the night before, prodding at the area a few times until a twinge of pain discouraged her from further exploration. She was right, there was a lot of numb spots around the muscle, but she had gotten cocky thinking she wouldn’t feel anything at all. It felt like someone had their thumb wedged deep into her leg and if she aggravated it, they twisted a heinous hangnail in there. Swearing to herself, she discarded the flannel shirt onto the floor and used to towel to scrub loose some of the weeks-worth of crud from her short hair as she searched the bedsides for clothes.
There was a dressing gown hanging behind the bedroom door, she discovered. A floral print thing that looked like it had come with the grandmother who owned the house originally. But it was long enough to cover her below the knee and hide most of her scarred legs, so she donned it, belted it tight and tried to decide where to go next.
The sounds of people stirring were gently carrying through the floor, shuffling footsteps, doors opening and closing. People were talking outside. Going to the window gave her a descent view of the yard in the growing morning sun. She viewed two women approaching the house, talking with a scruffy, long-haired male. Well, wasn’t that chummy?
The scent of food wafting in finally convinced the blonde to make an appearance. She knew she would hardly be the most popular person, if she was lucky, she might avoid one of the self-righteous @$$holes pointing a gun at her, but she hardly cared. Nancy already resented these cozy bastards for this cute little set up and their plentiful comfort. It grated on her, made her wonder if people just like them had invaded Jack and Helen’s little farm after she had boarded it up. Made themselves at home in their bed, sat in Jack’s armchair, scavenged in his precious shed. She had wanted to keep it like they had left it, like a tomb to the old couple who had saved her life, but people like this, they didn’t care.
Big talk coming from someone who’s wearing a dead woman’s dressing gown, her cynical voice chimed in. “F**kit’.” Nancy grumbled as she got her chair and began inching down the hall…
Following the smell of eggs and toast, the blonde hobbled her way towards the kitchen where she paused in the doorway, leaning on her chair and eying the chef with wary suspicion. The floral robe took some of her intimidation away, swaddling her slight frame. The man paused and looked her up and down while the girl, who was putting out glasses of what looked like sweet, cool juice went still, as if neither of them knew what to make of the disfigured girl standing in the doorway. “This invatashun’ only or can I grabba’ fixin’?” Nancy rasped after long pause, eying the spread. She had to swallow to prevent a string of drool overflowing out the side of the marred lips.
Last Edit: Sept 4, 2015 1:48:45 GMT -5 by Deleted
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Post by Max Rivers on Sept 4, 2015 17:20:17 GMT -5
Max looked at Abby and moved back a little. "I just got up. What about you? Weren't waiting on me were you? I heard someone up downstairs, thumping and scraping something." He smiled back at her, "you know if Charles and Amber left yet? I know they had planned to leave early but they didn't ever decide when." He leaned on her, supporting only some of his weight. "Let's go eat something. I also need to steal Brian's crutches."
As he went down with her he nodded. "Won't do anything, I swear. Did we decide if Tyler is staying, and what ever other strays you brought back. I need to hear about them first, meet them before we decide. Tyler should stay for sure though, he is a good guy, helped saved our lives." He smiled again as they reached the bottom step.
"You Find Sarah, I'll wait in the living room. We can decide something together."
Kira set down the last cup and moved out of the room. She ran to get Brian, wanting to tell him the scarred up girl had woken.
Louis looked at the girl, "no anyone can get a fixing. It's open to all those up. You'll have to eat someplace else though. Gets crowded on here when everyone wakes up. Over twenty hungry mouths to feed." He smiled and kept mixing, "you arrived last didn't you, we had a big group of people arrive, not all at once, but quite a bit."
Brian came into the room, his crutches hitting the groud as he hopped. Kira followed behind him, quiickly going back to making her juice for everyone. Brian focused his eyes on Nancy. "You're not supposed to be out of bed," he said to her, "you're going to tear your stitches. Back to bed. A day's rest, that's all you need. If you needed help you should have called. I would have came. Louis will bring you a meal. It's good to see you up, and moving alright, but we don't have the supplies to keeping stitching you back up. If you tear the them I will not be able to sew you back up. So let's go, back to bed."
He moved beside her, "you need help. I can call a few people to help get you back. This is for your own safety, I don't want to see you bleed out, it gets messy." He moved along on his crutches. "If I had another pair of these you could use them. But I dont."
When Jay sits up she is able to move a bit. She is all cramped up in her legs and thighs. She slowly gets up and stretches. She chuckles a bit as she stretches and she hears thing crack," I'm getting too old to be sleeping in that position."
Sarah walked inside following her nose and sees Max and Abby," hope you all slept better than me, let me get some coffee then we can talk, that alright, Max?" Sarah smiled at Abby as she moves past her," you should eat." She headed for the kitchen.
Abby was about to help Max into the living room and go get them both some breakfast when Sarah came through the front door. She looked like hell. Had she slept out there all night? Abby wondered what was up with that? She smiled back and then frowned," I know, mom, I know." She made a face at Sarah as she walked towards the kitchen. She glanced at max," be right back." She followed behind Sarah and found a small group in the kitchen.
Brian was telling a blonde woman to go back to bed. Abby got a look at her face and knew the shock was written all over her face. The poor girl was burnt, her face bore the scars. Abby instantly felt bad, but she couldn't imagine how she had survived that. She glanced around and spoke to Louis," smells good, I'm actually hungry." She chuckled softly. This must be one of the people from last night.
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Post by Max Rivers on Sept 5, 2015 21:35:16 GMT -5
Max watched as Sarah came through the door. She looked like she had a rough sleep, what most people looked like after not sleeping much all night. "You alright. What did you end up sleeping out on the porch," he asked with a laugh. "I'll wait right here. Take your time." He leaned back and stretched out his hands.
He could hear talking in the kitchen, Brian was up, talking to someone. Max couldn't see who, not from where he sat. Didn't seem like much going on, Max waited until the girls came back. He mad room on the couch for Abby to sit beside him, the chairs still open for Sarah. With Charles gone and Amber it would be just them to discuss. That left only him to make the hard ass decisions. Charles usually took that stance, Max able to be more casual and relaxed, not giving ultimatiums.
Post by Jay Richardson on Sept 5, 2015 21:55:18 GMT -5
Jay had followed after Sarah, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "So, whats for breakfast?" Just like that, his stomach made a rumbling sound, making his cheeks go slightly pink as he rubs the back of his head sheepishly with a embarrassed grin. The smell of food distracts him from his embarrassment as he looks to where its coming from.
A pale blue eye rolled to follow the movement of the girl (who she would later discover was named ‘Kira’) as she left the kitchen in a hurry. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what that meant: little snitch had run off to get one of the ‘people in charge’ and they would be one their way any minute.
The chef remained amicable though. Probably as a way to stall her while someone with a semi-auto came to the house. He chatted about feeding twenty people, which at least told her how many survivors were all crammed in here. A larger group than she had feared; even a small scavenging party of three or four was bad enough these days. People got mean in groups, like starving dogs. She had already found out what happened to those who came into their territory…
Either he was playing dumb, asking her if she had arrived with the group last night, or he had really missed the entire incident. But again he dropped more information that Nancy’s pragmatic mind seized on and filed away for later use. Another group of new comers might put this lot off their game, if she had to use that to her advantage. The girl was no longer above doing anything to survive. “Y’cud say that…” she rasped and pulled her eyes away from the cooking food.
The clop-clop at her back made the girl in that ridiculous dressing gown turn, coming face to face with the one-legged doctor who had patched her leg last night. In the cold light of day, she had the urge to punch him off his crutches, one good stiff right hook as pay back for the filthy pain. But she re-thought it as he drew up next to her, admitting to herself that she had been playing the tough girl after all. Besides, slugging him now would declare that it had hurt enough for her to do so. And she was loathe to show any weakness.
The girl followed along behind him and tried to inconspicuously return to her juice dispensing, but Nancy flicked a glare her way out of the corner of her good eye and snorted a harsh breath through her teeth. Real subtle.
“I ain’t goin’ no wheres.” Nancy snapped, taking her hands off the back of the chair to fold them under her bust. It made the padded dressing gown hunch up around her shoulders almost comically, but she ignored it. “An’ I dun need no f**kin’ ‘elp, y ‘ear me? Any you’uns try t’ pick me up or sh*t an’ I’ll bust ‘em inna nose.”
Despite her diminutive frame, it was evident the skinny blonde meant it wholeheartedly too.
On the back of that ultimatum, the young brunette who entered the kitchen from the dining room couldn’t have picked a worse moment to gawp at the new arrival. Nancy naturally glanced her way as she came in –she was always watching the doors, checking for movement, her head constantly twitching back and forth as she tried to scan her surroundings with only one eye. Inevitably, she caught the expression on the other girl’s face and her hostility spiked.
The fact that Abby tried to play it off, laughing with the cook about how it all smelt so good, made Nancy’s temper turn mean.
“Th’ ‘ell ya starin’ at?!” the blonde demanded, her sand-paper voice like the growl of a rabid dog. She grabbed the back of her walking frame-chair for support and lent over on her good leg to snatch one of the coffee mugs set out on the table in the kitchen, flinging it in the direction of the offender. Thankfully, without twenty-twenty vision her aim was lousy and it missed Abby and Louis by three feet, hitting the doorframe into the dining room where it bounced off, leaving a small chip of wood angled loose. It broke on the floor in the threshold and the curved pieces rattled faintly on the floorboards as they came to rest, undercutting her furious, hoarse rant.
“I seed ya eyeballin’ me, girl! Ya reck’n I’m blind ‘well as ugly, huh?! Ya wanna good look, let’s git outside! Y’ can look all ya want while I whup ya @$$!” Nancy shouted.
"You aren't supposed to move with that injury," Brian said calmly, "let's just calm down okay. It's not that we are forcing you, it's that I don't want you to hurt yourself again. It could tear, and then get infected. If it get's infected you may have to chop it off, and trust me, you don't want that. It limits you. This way, you get better, and you can walk again. So let's go back into the bed, you can relax, eat some food. Take a day off from the end of the world, not every gets to do that, you should feel lucky." He looked at her, "when he suffered the burns, did you not rest. I know you can't walk away from that. The pain you had then, if the legs gets infected it will feel like that." He didn't know if she had been burned before or after the day of the outbreak, he just assumed after due to how far along healing it was.
When Abby and Sarah came in he smile at them, "morning ladies. Good to hear you're hungry Abby. After having to force you to eat yesterday I thought it would be the same."
Nancy went off the hook, and started yelling at Abby. Brian turned to her. She had taken offence to the scars, surely she was used to it. Brian had den worse, tried to fix worse. It didn't work, but he didn't take much notice to the scars. Grenades and bullets could do just as bad. He had seen burn victims too, the girl was nothing special.
"Alright let's calm down every one. I don't think whupping the ass of a pregnant lady is the proper thing to do. So why don't we all step back and calm down. We don't need a big fight over this. Surely you must be used to the odd stare. I know I am. Granted it's no where near as bad but still people stare. What happened to you happened, it's in the past. So let's be calm and push this down."
Sarah was glad Abby was hungry and as they entered the kitchen, she smiled at Brian and Louis. She saw Kira and smiled at her too," morning." She too had noticed the blondes scars and was curious. She was planning to talk to Brian about her this morning.
That was when the blonde flipped out and threw a mug at Abby. Brian spoke up and Sarah moved to block Jay. Her eyes flew to Abby and she saw the mug missed her and Louis. He'll flew in her, that was her family this woman was trying to hurt," THAT'S ENOUGH!" She yelled at the woman," you want to leave, that's fine by me! I don't want you to stay! Brian is trying to help you! We are trying to help you! God knows I am a patient woman, but I will not sit by and let you hurt people !" Sarah looked at Brian," she is outta here, today! I am a Christian woman and won't have her killed, don't care if she was stealing or not, but I can not allow this behavior! " she moved and took Abby by the hand," come on, let's take you back to Max." The blonde was lucky Max wasn't in there, he would have just shot her for this little out burst.
Sarah didn't want to just throw someone injured out, but after what Paul had told her and what she just saw with her own eyes, it was clear, even with God's help they couldn't risk having her here.
Abby heard the woman and had turned around to try to explain. That was when she saw the mug. She ducked and Rose slowly. What the hell was wrong with her?
Brian quickly spoke up, trying to calm her down. The blonde wanted her to step outside so she could whoop her ass. Abby couldn't believe her," Bitch, please, I'd kick your sorry..." That was when Sarah yelled. Abby had never heard Sarah yell like that, but she had seen that look. Weeks ago when that one girl , The one she had almost shot because she was a threat to them. Sarah meant every word, this girl was to be gone, today.
Abby felt Sarah take her hand and mention Max. She nodded and followed along. As they walked out she spoke up," Sarah, she's hurt, she can't be on her own." Abby glanced at Brian and the blonde as they left the kitchen.
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Post by Max Rivers on Sept 7, 2015 16:35:10 GMT -5
Max heard the explosion of shouts and a mug being thrown. "What the fucks going on in there," he asked out loud. He tried to stand but the pain shot through his leg and he fell back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Max saw Sarah and Abby quickly return and he looked at them. "What the fuck happened, who was yelling. And what fell?"
He tried to stand again but fell back the same. "Help me up," he said to the girls, "now." He didn't raise his voice but kept a serious tone. He knew who had yelled. No one here had a fucked up speech inpediment like that. If the bitch wanted to yell and fight he'd give her a fight. Wounded or not he would kick her ass, he was trained to after all.
Post by Jay Richardson on Sept 8, 2015 0:14:28 GMT -5
Jay slowly steps out behind Sarah before looking at the injured woman. "Listen miss, please calm down okay?" He starts to slowly inch forward, his arms at his side. "You can be on your way to wherever soon, but you can't while your injured. We can give you any supplies that you want so you can do whatever you have to do yourself. So, might as well do it in a safe place right?" He was now in front of her, relaxed.
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