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Though the winter frost was slowly approaching, the Fall season was in full bloom. The morning was crisp, the grass thick with wet due, as a few grey clouds filled the sky. Yesterday was an eventful day, one that Michael wasn't prepared for, people had come into his life, and he wasn't sure if he was ready--he didn't have a choice. These people, they were looking for somewhere to stay, a refuge that they could hold out in.
His mind raced back to the home he grew up in, located just outside the town of Minster, a small two story farmhouse that looked out over hundreds of acres of farmland. He slid his hands into his pocket, feeling a set of keys: The RV's, His Truck, his home, and his parents'. He would take these people there. Most of the others were still asleep, he would let them rest for a few more hours, they had a large day ahead of them, traveling and supply gathering.
He would lead the group to the farmhouse, leaving his family, with the girls and the old man. Marcus, Quinton, Donnie, Mathew, and himself would head back into Minster, to gather the supplies they left behind--and they would stop back at his own home, where he'd grab his truck. The plan was set in his head, it was all about executing it. You can do this, you have to. For Samantha...for everyone. He sighed as he slipped his hands into his pockets--hearing the sound of chompers off in the distance.
Post by Matthew Ackles on Nov 3, 2015 17:51:17 GMT -5
Matt woke up, from a not so bad night. Which was strange, the first time sleeping close to other people, which he didn’t yet trust. It was hard for him, he needed to adjust but he did his best. But at least he had sort of a good sleep, that was either because he was very tired, or because even thought he didn’t trust them, he still felt safe from the walker etc…. It was a good start he had to learn to trust them.
He was the first one that was awake, or at least he thought, he didn't notice Michael, so he walked away from the others and just started in front of him, while thinking. There was nothing he could do until the others were awake.
Last Edit: Nov 3, 2015 17:52:16 GMT -5 by Matthew Ackles
They had been tailing the group for a bit. Trying to see if they were safe to approach, and if not, what stock they had to gauge their threat level. Obviously they were outnumbered, but that didn't mean they'd automatically lose if it came down to a fight if they played it smart. Of course, neither one of them felt like fighting the living. Shinta was starting to wish they had a pair of binoculars so they could get a better glimpse at them. For now they kept their distance, hiding.
“I can't believe he said Sonic was better than Mario,” said Nex.
“Who said Sonic was better than Mario?” asked Shinta.
“Ayen.”
“Who's Ayen?”
“Some asshole on YouTube.”
Shinta turned his head over to Nex giving him a look of disbelief.
“We're in the middle of nowhere trying to find our friends and see if these people are allies, and you're thinking about some random internet critic from years ago?”
“He said Castlevania 64 was a good alternative to Sympathy of the Night.”
“I'll kill him!” Shinta replied, turning his head back to where the group was currently held up.
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