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Post by Remy LaCroix on Jan 19, 2015 11:48:31 GMT -5
The caravan finally arrived in Bear Lake from Houston, and really, it wasn't a terribly long drive but long enough. It took almost 24 hours to get there, considering they had to make occasional stops to switch drivers, get a little rest, fuel up and wend their way through streets that had bodies and piled up cars through them. The sun was coming back up over the horizon when they rolled up to the front of the Bear Lake Complex, looking for a place to finally settle. But would this settlement be just what they needed? A reunion was about to happen and surprises to come with.
Mac woke his daughter up, who had been slumbering ever since they passed Denver, and therefor one of the dangerous parts of the journey. Smiling at Anne-Marie's unwillingness and inability to wake up properly, he decided to let her do it at her own pace while he checked out the area for anything that hinted at a camp. She'd be safe in the armored SUV anyway.
He parked the Chevrolet Suburban near a wooden stand that showed the map of the area, and got out of the car. He walked around, opened the trunk, got a warm winter coat out of it and put it on, before putting on a beanie. The Colorado Rockies were everything they promised when it came to the climate.
Another thing he noticed was the quiet. Not a walker's moan, or a gunshot in the distance. This place seemed untouched by the apocalypse at first sight. Peaceful, with the sound even more isolated by the layer of snow. With the snow crunching beneath his feet, he walked over to the wooden map of the area and looked it over. The hiking trail went around the lake, there were no sideways. This was a tourist route after all before shit hit the fan.
After he got an idea of the lay-out, he looked around for anything out of the ordinary. At first sight it seemed like the snow had covered up any trail that might have been blazed. However, a small patch beneath a pinewood tree caught his eye. The density of the pinewood tree's needles had caught most of the snow in its branches, leaving the patch uncovered. The shape pulled in what once was a hiking trail seemed an awful lot like tiretracks, and that was quite unusual considering this was a hiking trail before.
Mac whistled sharply and hinted at the others to come join him at his new discovery.
"Looks like tiretracks." Mac said. "Fairly recent. Someone's been driving through here."
Whether they were good or bad, there were definitely people in the vicinity. And no matter what their alignment, Mac hoped his oldest would've had the common sense to join them, if only to stay alive.
Where were these people going she wondered? She had left Houston in time to see a caravan of people leaving what appeared to be an abandoned hotel at the crack of dawn. She followed the cars that came into the outskirts and suburbs surrounding Houston and she decided to follow them. Through the night she kept her distance from them, trying to stay away long enough to see headlights. She did fall asleep though and when she woke up, she watched as the caravan hit the pavement and headed north. Good thing she woke up in time to catch them or else she would have missed yet another group.
She kept her distance. It was easy to follow when there were no other cars on the road and she could stay far enough away that she wasn't caught but looked blended in as they came across various stations where cars were piled up and bodies were flattened on the side of the road. She would see the occasional walker, but for the most part, they were moving slower, if at all, as it got colder. Thankfully this car was new, stolen straight off the lot and the heater was sweet while the gas mileage was even sweeter.
The trip was long and exhausting. She could barely keep her eyes open when they finally rolled into Colorado and to some sort of camp. Still keeping her distance she wanted to watch and see what was going on. What kind of people they were and what they looked like. According to the cars, they may have been military and if that were the case, she would welcome the reprieve away from bandits and other unsavory types she managed to blend in with. She had learned to become quiet and unassuming. She learned to blend in with her environment and make due with what she had. Maybe here, she could get a quick nap in. A folded blanket on the front seat was her cover as she leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes.
Carter drove the ambulance he and Andrei had taken from the hospital local to Houston. It sure as hell was a hard thing to drive, but it gave him a safer feeling while in it. The width and height of the vehicle made it big as hell and could run through things like a beast. One hand gripped the wheel while the other rested. He drove directly behind Logan who had led them to Colorado.
It it was then that Logan his car near a wooden post, which caused Carter to stop as soon as possible. At first, Carter just looked through the window screen to see what was up and why they had stopped. He saw Logan come out and put on a coat and hat. The man watched his leader's every movement in case of trouble. Carter looked and noticed a wooden map of the area not far from where they had parked, which Logan had seen as well. His grip the wheel got looser as he got a feeling he may have to get out. The man opened the door, he didn't get out, he only held onto the side of the ambulance and looked over to Logan. "Found something?" the man asked hanging from the ambulance. The cold had already gotten to him, his face began to redden.
It was then when Logan gave a whistle, wanting everyone to come out apparently. Carter let go of the ambulance and closed the door, being one of the first to get to Logan to see what the fuss was about. He spoke of tire tracks, which hinted someone had been here recently. "We better watch out then, could be bandits or looters".
Oh shit. Randall crouched in the brush as he heard the vehicles come to a stop. This was exactly what they needed...buncha f*cking bandits getting too damn close. Christ. Randall's eyes narrowed as he approached the newly arrived caravan. Voices. One man whistled, then spoke. They found the tire tracks. No big surprise there. Difference was this guy could tell they were recent. The average person not so much--at least not as well. This guy knew what he was doing. They had an interesting caravan--an ambulance. And the crowd didn't look all that intimidating. Two muscled men, but the others not so much. Many young adults. But based on the way they carried themselves, they weren't bandits. In fact, they still likes goddamn ordinary people. Not all of them even had guns, a chubby middle aged guy, bunch of college-aged kids. Still, it was a big group. Randall grabbed his radio. "Ellen. It's me. We got a big group. Don't look like bandits. But I could use you here. In case. I'm gonna take my chances with them. You hear gunshots, well, y'know."
With that, Randall raised his MP5 and approached the group. "That's far enough, folks. What can I do for you? Don't do anything too dumb, we've got more on the way." His voice was, as usual, flat--without emotion. But there was severity in his words. He wouldn't hesitate to fire at these people. He would have fired sooner if he expected foul play, but these people seemed...well, normal.
Last Edit: Jan 19, 2015 18:45:36 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Dan-Andrei Moldovan on Jan 19, 2015 19:21:18 GMT -5
Andrei got out of the ambulance after Carter. He hated having to let someone else drive his BMW, but he wasn't about to cause trouble or drama over it. At least they didn't leave it behind. He wasn't much of petrol-head in any way, but he knew one thing for sure. You can't beat German engineering. During the trip he took turns with Carter on driving, but he slept on the gurney in the back for the last part of the trip. The inertia from braking woke him up, and Andrei knew they probably arrived at their destination, the Bear Lake Logan kept talking about. After rubbing his eyes, he got up and put on the lined leather coat he used as a blanket on the trip. Opening the doors to the back, Andrei armed himself and jumped out, stretching and taking a deep breath once his feet touched the ground. With a slight grunt, he let it all out and relaxed his muscles moving to look around. It was quite cool outside, but Andrei didn't feel it as much. He'd always had a high tolerance for the cold.
Sadly, he didn't have time to admire the surroundings, as Logan called them closer, having discovered fresh tire tracks. Carter expressed his concerns about them belonging to looters or bandits. "Up here?" Andrei spoke up "Not likely. Looters and bandits generally prefer more travelled routes, like highways or interstates. More victims there. Still, it is possible there may be a small band of bastards around. Probably heard of the sanctuary Logan talked about and decided to steal from people heading there."
Not long after they finished talking, a man jumped out, pointing a gun at them, threatening to have reinforcements on the way. Andrei was among the first few to speak.
"Someday I'd like to go one week without someone pointing a gun at me. Just one week." Andrei muttered while covering his face with the palm of his right hand.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jan 19, 2015 21:20:57 GMT -5
Remy was not happy about the fact she had to drive the Beemer. That was Andrei's new girlfriend and this one was certainly a pretty one. She caught herself grinding a few gears when she got going and she knew Andrei was in the ambulance cursing her name and probably loudly. Once they got going though, she found the ride pretty fun and had to restrain herself from racing ahead of the caravan. But as the day and night wore on she found herself getting more and more exhausted. She just wanted to get to Colorado, to this settlement, and close her eyes for three days straight. At least Andrei let her keep her weapons and backpack with her in the beemer as long as she promised to keep everything on the floorboards so the leather wouldn't get ripped.
Stupid car.
Once they parked in the thick snow she got out, wrapped up in a jacket she stole from the Texas hotel. It was warm wool and fleece and would work well to keep her warm in this cold, cold winter. She wasn't used to this kind of cold. She was a southern gal after all. Logan called them all over and she tossed the keys to Andrei, really hoping he would miss and have to dig through the snow to pick them up. She picked up her bat off the floorboards and headed towards Logan.
"Take it back. I'll ride with Carter next time."
Even though she hoped there wouldn't be a next time. Maybe this place would prove to be an oasis for them in this apocalypse. But just as Logan was pointing out some tire tracks there was a new face and this one had a gun on them. If they were close to the outpost maybe this guy was some sort of guard. She turned to face him as he held the gun on them all. "We ain't here to hurt no one. Let's just hope you're thinking the same thing."
Mac usually wasn't one to allow people to get the drop on him. And whether it was the fatigue or just getting older, it seemed to happen a lot more lately. Just like now; an older bald man was pointing an MP5 at them. But at least he seemed reasonable. Mac couldn't help but sigh in a manner that said 'not again'.
But the doctor was the first one to express what Mac was thinking. About it being nice not to have someone point a gun on them for a change. Mac couldn't help but chuckle at the comment, even though someone was pointing a gun at them.
"Yeah right doctor." Mac answered Andrei. "What a utopia that would be. And after that you and doctor Lacroix here can find a way to turn the walkers back to normal so we can all go on with our own lives."
As Remy spoke out as well, Mac contemplated on the fact he called both Andrei and Remy a doctor. He did that on purpose. It would make the bald man who was pointing a gun at them less inclined to shoot them. At the very least less inclined to shoot Andrei and Remy.
After Remy was done, Mac decided to play the man's feelings as well. If he still was a human being, he might let up. At the very least he could hesitate, giving the others who he hadn't seen yet a chance to take action.
"Look I dragged these folks here because I'm looking for my daughter." Mac said as he slowly got up, his hands raised. "Last thing me and my other daughter heard from her was that she was heading here. I came here to look for her, that's all."
At the same time Mac observed the man. He had a radio on him which meant he was definitely in contact with someone. And that someone was probably on the way to assist him. If this guy wasn't about to let up, they'd have little time to try and overpower him and then get the hell outta dodge. Mac just hoped it wouldn't have to come to that.
"I need the QRF geared up and assembled at the gate! This is not a drill!" Ellen spoke through the radio. "Initialize camp black-out! I repeat, initialize camp black-out!"
"Goddammit Randall what are you thinking going up against a big group on your own!?"
The thought of her friend going up against a big group on his own caused Ellen to act more emotionally than she normally would. What the hell was he thinking? As she put on her chestrig and put magazines in her pouches, Charlie came in.
"What the hell's going on!?" Charlie asked. "Bogies? Is it the New South again!?" "No, a big group! And that knucklehead Randall's meeting them head on by himself!" Ellen answered as she clicked in a magazine into her M14 rifle. "Said they didn't look like bandits but hell, who does!?"
After Charlie was geared up, Ellen went outside with her friend in tow. The camp's settlers were already busy with dousing flames and shutting off the underground generators. The QRF-team had already assembled, and Ellen hastily moved in front of them.
"Alright here's the skinny!" Ellen said. "We have a big unknown group at the trailhead, numbers and armaments unknown. For now assume hostiles! We have a man attempting to make contact so fingers off the triggers until I say otherwise, understood? Staggered formation, we're gonna move through the woods! Keep the pace and keep quiet! Move out!"
Ellen made the QRF-team sprint through the woods, keeping a steady pace until they reached the trailhead. She had her group take cover near the treeline, behind trees and fallen logs. The first thing she noticed were the unknown group's vehicles, painted in camouflage colors. Next she saw was Randall aiming a weapon at a man in a wintercoat and an ACU pants, wearing a black beanie. She couldn't tell the man's face yet. Another man with longer black hair and a long-haired blonde woman stood by him. Behind them all a younger man, near a car that looked like an ambulance.
It was time to assess the situation. Ellen looked through the scope of her rifle, fixing on Randall as a reference point before aiming the crosshairs on the man with the black beanie. But then, as soon as she saw the man's face, her heart sunk. She looked through the scope again in disbelief, but there was no doubt about it; she'd recognize that face anywhere.
"It... it can't be..." Ellen muttered. "El...?" Charlie asked. "What is it?" "It's... it's my dad... It's my dad!" "What!?" "It's my dad Charlie!" "Are you sure!?" "Everyone hold fire! Hold fire!" "Ellen!"
Ellen grabbed the comms that were attached to her chestrig.
"RANDALL!" Ellen shouted over the radio. "LOWER YOUR WEAPON! LOWER YOUR WEAPON! THEY'RE NOT HOSTILE! I REPEAT NOT HOSTILE!"
Ellen got up, forgetting her M14 rifle and ran out from the treeline towards Randall and her father.
"Ellen!" Charlie tried to stop her, to no avail.
"Dad!" Ellen shouted. "Dad!"
As she ran towards her father, Ellen got tears in her eyes. It didn't became a full on waterworks fest until she grabbed her father around the waist and buried her head into his chest.
A familiar voice crackling through the bald man's radio telling him to lower his weapon. Then the sight of his oldest daughter coming at him made Mac weak in the knees. It wasn't until he finally was able to close Ellen into his arms again that he felt the same kind of relief he did when he found Anne-Marie in the cannibal's lair. He put his head on hers and found that he was letting out a tear.
He had hoped for this moment. And his hopes had become true. Ellen was safe and sound and surviving on the exact spot she said she'd be. He'd never let her go again. Both her and Anne-Marie. He put his hand on her face, looking at her. Ellen seemed healthy, but there was a big scar across the right side of her face that wasn't there before. Who put it there? Who was he going to have to kill for doing that?
"Little Bird..." Mac said as he touched the scar, wiping away some of Ellen's tears. "Who did this to you? Are you okay? Have you been eating?"
CIA-Mac was completely gone at this moment. The only one present right now was Father-Mac.
"I'm okay dad." Ellen reassured her father. "It's from an explosion a few months ago. I'm okay, I really am."
Mac felt guilty he wasn't there to protect her. Now his oldest child had a grisly scar on her face, and there was no way to have it fixed. He put her head against his chest again. At least she was alive and well. And he'd never let any harm come to her again from this day forward. To her and Anne-Marie.
His mission was fulfilled. The only thing that mattered now was the well-being of his daughters.
Anne-Marie had grunted at her dad's attempts to wake her. She wasn't too keen on waking up, especially since this was the best kind of sleep she has had in a long time. She had covered her face with her Washington Redskins beanie in an attempt to fall back asleep, but it proved to be useless.
Because she was in between a state of being awake and asleep, and with her face covered, she mostly missed the commotion outside with the bald man. It wasn't until she heard some shouting coming from outside she started rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She scanned the area, trying to look for her dad and found him appearing to hug someone.
"Who is...? Dad hugging? And who do those arms around his waste belong to?"
Due to her sleep-drunken state it took a while before the lightbulb in her head went on. She was almost afraid to hope so... Afraid it might not be true. Anne-Marie opened the passenger door and stepped outside, carefully going forward hoping the person with her father was exactly who she hoped she was.
And then she saw her face. That one familiar face. That one face she sometimes could've clawed open in the past, but the one face she could never do without. The face she had been hoping to see again ever since this whole mess started. Was she dreaming? It had to be. She had fallen asleep in the car and she was dreaming her deepest desire to Ellen again.
But she wasn't dreaming, was she now? The cutting cold wind coming from the Rocky Mountains made her realize she was very much awake. Which meant Ellen was very much standing there with their father.
Anne-Marie's emotions ran wild throughout her as she mimicked a statue's stance. The first tears had already ran over her cheeks before she was able to speak:
Ellen tilted her head back from her dad's chest as she heard another familiar voice calling her by a nickname she hadn't heard before the outbreak. Even before she took off to college.
"Ellie... Only one person in the world that calls me like that."
Mac loosened his grip, stepping to the side and revealing Anne-Marie behind him, standing almost in a stasis.
Ellen looked up at her father and smiled in a way that said 'It can't be', but yet realized it had to be true. Her sister was here as well! Dad had also found Anne-Marie!
"Annie!" Ellen yelled as she ran over to her Anne-Marie, grasping her firmly. "Annie! You're alive! You're alive!"
Ellen put her head on Anne-Marie's shoulder and her sister did the same. Despite the age difference, the two girls were about the same height.
"I knew we'd find you Ellie!" Anne-Marie said. "I've known, I've always known!" "Oh Annie..." Ellen said. "I've missed you so much! I thought you were dead! Everyone..."
Anne-Marie didn't say anything. Ellen felt her how her sister grasped her more firmly. But she also realized something; last time she spoke to her she was together with Drew in a survivor zone.
Mac walked over to his two daughters hugging and basked in the sight of his family reunited. Ellen let up a bit, looking at her father while keeping her sister into her arms.
"Dad... what about mom?" Ellen asked. "And Drew? What happened to them?"
Mac shook his head carefully. Anne-Marie looked away. Mac felt like it would be easier to tell Ellen about her mother's death than about Drew's betrayal.
"Your mother... you know how she was." Mac answered. "Stubborn... idealistic... caring for everyone... she kept looking after people at the hospital even long after she got bit. I was there when she died... She... she's at peace now. She's not one of them. As for your brother... he chose a different path."
Ellen had somehow always knew that her mother was dead. But was glad her dad confirmed it. At least now Ellen could grieve for her mother. And there was peace in knowing she wasn't a walker. As for Drew, it didn't take much for Ellen to know what her father meant.
Ellen nodded in realization this was what was left of her family. And she was determined to make every second with them count. She let go of Anne-Marie and wiped the tears from her eyes. The rest of her team had also come out of the treeline in the mean time.
"Right dad..." Ellen spoke. "I... uh... I suppose we've got some introductions to make here. This is Randall. He's been a good friend to me. You remember my roommate Charlie from ROTC graduation. The rest of the guys are the camp's QRF-team... And these must be your people?"
It wasn't much of a nap as she heard the sudden uprising outside. Maybe twenty minutes but that would have to do. She pulled the blanket down and groaned at the cold that settled in. Thankfully she had enough layers on to keep the cold from turning into hypothermia in this Colorado winter. Slowly she opened the door to her car, trying to stay nice and quiet as she ducked down. A gentle click would indicate the car door shutting and she hoped it was quiet enough for her to go unseen for the moment. Her dark clothing probably didn't help against the pure, white snow and her mess of wild, red curls was unkempt and untucked into the warm, woolen beanie cap she wore.
She moved behind the cars, one by one, getting closer to the group and she saw the older, bald man with a gun pointed between them all. Oddly, she felt like she knew these people. Highway comrades, so to speak. It was that weird thing that came from riding in a caravan even though they had no earthly idea who she was or that they even followed her. It was easy keeping up with the speed behind the BMW a blonde drove. She could see the military vehicles that stood out like a sore thumb against the unmoving landscape of highways and biways.
She reached into her jacket and pulled out the 9 mm she lifted some time ago and pointed it towards the bald guy. But as she snuck up, she saw what appeared to be some sort of family reunion going on. Randall was told to lower his weapon and now she felt like she was too close to back away and not be seen. She tried though. Her boots crunched against the snow, but backing away easily in the bundling of clothing she wore was not a graceful endeavor at all. Her heel caught on a clump of snow and she slipped, falling backwards into an icy patch with a heave of her breath. As she fell back, her finger pressed against the trigger and the gun went off. The shot went up, past Randall's head, missing him and hitting a tree branch that sent a tuft of snow falling down to the ground.
Carter stood with the others, listening to Andrei's sight on who the tracks came from. "I don't know... I've see quite a few unfriendly looking people away from travel routes. We could at least be caref-" Carter's words stopped as a man came out of nowhere and aimed a gun at them. Carter didn't do much except eye the man for any quick decisions he might make. There was dead silence for a while until a woman's voice could be heard through a radio, telling the man to lower his weapon. Soon after the same voice could be heard getting closer towards them. Carter was ready to make a run for the ambulance and grab his shotty when the woman appeared in front of them, hugging Logan. Carter was confused at first, but eventually figured out they were close from the way she ran to hug him and, of course, the woman repeatedly shouted 'Dad!'.
The McAllister family had been reunited, Carter gave a smile towards them. His daughter, who's name was 'Ellen' which he guessed from the use of the name Ellen a lot, had assumed that he and the others were Logan's group. Carter gave a wave and a smile at her. "Hey I'm Carter".
Out of nowhere, a loud bang surrounded and echoed the area. Carter was immediately alerted and ready to fire... If only he had his shotty. After the shot, it was rather silent so Carter didn't worry about cover. He turned to Logan with a face more serious than usual. "I'll go check it out". Carter quickly ran back to the ambulance and grabbed his Remington. He readied it, checking ammo and aim. He then walked over to the place he heard the bullet come from, his shotgun ready to fire if needed.
Randall lowered his weapon slightly as some of the people spoke. One of them, a younger man with long black hair, expressed somewhat comically his desire to not have any more guns pointed at him, leading Randall to believe he wasn't a threat. Odds were a bandit wouldn't make any kind of joke like that. But still, caution was necessary. He wouldn't lower his gun completely. Not yet anyways.
It was then one of the more physically capable men, wearing a black beanie, explained that he was looking for his daughter. Guy seemed genuine, and Randall wasn't about to kill a man for trying to find his kids. If Randall had lived closer to his kids at the start of the outbreak, he would have tried to find them too. But given the distance, it wasn't possible. Before he was about to send them on their way, Randall heard the sound of Ellen approaching--along with backup which seemed unwarranted at this point.
Ellen's first words to Randall were for him to lower his gun--he'd started to, but he trusted Ellen enough to finally lower it all the way. Turns out this guy in the beanie was Ellen's father, and her sister was here too. Holy shit. Small world. Randall couldn't help but smile a little. "You got a smart daughter," Randall offered. "She helps out quite a lot here. I'm sure she gets that from you. Heard quite a lot about you. Logan, right?" Ellen introduced both Randall and Charlie, and Randall deemed his name to be enough. If Ellen's father knew she'd been spending time with a... Well, no sense in considering the possibility. Randall wasn't a fan of letting such a large group inside the camp, but this was Ellen's father and his group. He couldn't say no to that.
However, just then, a shot rang out--a bullet passing just over Randall's head. Without saying anything, Randall turned in the direction of the gunshot, again raising his weapon. "Can you tell me what's going on, Ellen?!" he demanded. It didn't add up that her father's group would start firing at Randall, given how close he now was to everyone.
One of the younger men was already on the way to check out the source of the noise. Apparently this wasn't the doing of their group. Another person in these woods? In the same day? "I'll come with you," Randall nodded at the man, who'd just grabbed his Remington.
As Randall approached the source of the gunshot, he was a bit surprised by what he saw: a lone woman dressed in black, a mess of red, frizzled hair atop her head. Not even an attempt at being stealthy. Randall's expression was one of perplexion for a moment, but he quickly regained composure. "Get up," he said to the woman. "And come with me." As Randall escorted the woman back to the larger group, he called out. "Anyone know her? She's the one with the itchy trigger finger."
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Mac was just about to introduce himself to Randall as well when a shot sounded from behind the elder male. Grabbing both his daughters, Mac pushed them toward the armored Chevrolet Suburban to take cover. Instinctively, all three McAllisters almost synchronizedly got out their sidearm.
Ellen's team along with Randall investigated the noise and came out with an unknown woman, holding her at gunpoint. Mac opened his armored SUV and got out his Honey Badger assault rifle, and Anne-Marie's Vector SMG, giving the submachinegun to his youngest. Ellen's second-in-command Charlie threw her scoped M14 rifle towards her, which she had left behind when she ran to her father.
When Randall spoke it seemed that this woman didn't belong to Ellen's group. Which meant there were possibly more of them around.
"Take cover behind the cars! Might be more of them around!" Mac ordered his own group. "Nathan! Scout the area!" Ellen ordered her team. "Charlie, zipcuff! Now!"
As Ellen's friend Charlie took a zipcuff from her backpack, Mac and Ellen took over the unknown woman, bringing her behind the armored Chevrolet Suburban. Charlie handed the zipcuffs to Ellen, who handcuffed the woman's hands behind her back and then proceeded with patting her down.
"Let's see..." Ellen said. "Long screw driver, wrench, nails and screws, stakes of wood,... In short, junk." "Right, I'll handle her." Mac said. "Check on your friend hon. I'll handle our new friend."
Mac then pushed the unknown woman to her knees, standing to her left. On the right was Anne-Marie aiming at the woman with her SMG.
"Right basics..." Mac said. "Who are you and are there more of you? How the hell did you find us and why did you try to shoot that man?"
As her father handled their captive, Ellen walked over to Randall, passing the young man Carter who introduced himself to her, giving him a quick smile.
"Ellen, obviously." Ellen said before turning her gaze at Randall.
"You okay?" Ellen asked. "You're not hit are you? That was too close for comfort."
Ellen quickly checked out Randall to make sure he wasn't hit. It looked like he wasn't.
"Well you appear fine." Ellen said. "But you seem to have lost your hearing aids. Now I have to send out a search party for those too!"
Ellen grinned. Humor was of course her way of dealing with this situation. It wasn't too long before she heard back from the scouting party.
"El, Nate." The voice crackled. "Got a car here, probably the woman's. It's in good shape. No sign of others, only her footprints in the snow. I think we're clear." "Alright Nate, come back here and bring the car. We can use the parts" Ellen responded. "Ellen out."
Ellen then walked back to her father and her sister, passing Charlie who stood there with her arms crossed.
"Well you did say your family had a knack for getting into trouble." Charlie said. "Forgot how cute your sister was though." "Shut up." Ellen responded. "And don't even think about it... slut."
Charlie bit her lip in a sexy manner while blinking at Ellen. She joked of course, at least that's what Ellen hoped. She had seen Charlie pick up a lot of girls in college, even straight ones. But best friend or not, Charlie would be in trouble if she'd try anything with Anne-Marie.
Rochelle knew she had just been discovered and to make things worse, she accidentally fired off a shot. She really didn't mean to pull the trigger but when she fell back she seemed to lose all control of hands and legs. Just as expected, they were on her with guns drawn and asking questions. What she didn't expect was to be treated as harshly as she was. Did she really look like that much of a threat? The older man with the gun got her up and she put her hands up, leaving the gun on the ground.
"It ..it was an accident. No lie."
They probably couldn't trust her to get off a good shot now. She looked towards the car she was driving as they were rummaging through her collected tools and makeshift weapons as she was pushed forward and her hands were restrained behind her. She tried to struggle a bit now wondering what sort of group this was.
"Hey! I'm not a threat, I promise!"
They didn't know her and she didn't know them. With so many guns drawn she was pretty sure they would execute her, right here. She didn't want to be left dead in the snow. Then again, this was better then being torn apart by ragged, dead teeth.
"I'm Rochelle. Rochelle Collier. I followed you guys from Texas. That's...that's where I'm from. I had to leave. Houston was ...it was hopeless. I don't have any more weapons, I swear. I have tools though. I can fix things."
Randall made a pft noise at Ellen's joke. He had better hearing than half these kids, but that wouldn't keep them from making jokes about his age--which was fine. He was old. Older than most people around today. Most people his age weren't too equipped to deal with the world now.
"Texas?" Randall was perplexed. "You came all the way from Texas?" Randall looked over to Mac. "Dedication--well done, I gotta say it." Randall lowered the weapon once again. Clearly this woman wasn't a threat, but that didn't mean he was open to letting her tag along. "So you've been following them. Why?"
Last Edit: Jan 21, 2015 12:44:44 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jan 21, 2015 14:32:47 GMT -5
When the shot was fired off from the random gun, at first she thought it was someone in a group that had come with the older man. He had radio contact with someone and after the McAllister family reunion, things got suddenly tense. Who was this girl and where did she come from? Looks like Logan and the man that was called Randall had it under control. With her bat in one hand and her machete in the other she pushed back away from the tree she had suddenly gotten very close to when the shot rang out and started to explore on her own.
Her boots crunched in the pure, white snow that seemed untouched and unsettled. It wasn't too deep at the road but off the beaten path she could see the tufts of snow crawling up the trunks of the trees. It was probably like this before everything happened.
She had seen how they slowed down in the winter when they were in California so she wasn't terribly worried about being suddenly attacked by a horde as she made her way up the road a bit. The suede jacket with the soft lamb's wool inside made being outside more bearable even though she wasn't a big fan of winter. She listened though. She wanted to hear if there were other footsteps coming near her over the voices that were shouting at the woman with the clumsy gun. There was some movement off the side of the road that caught her eye though. Something moving, although very slightly between two trees where the sun shone down between the canopy.
She looked back to the group then back to the movement as she stepped off the road and into the snowy woods. It was early enough in the day and shallow enough with the snow that she would not get stuck or lost so she wasn't worried about that. But as she got closer, she could see the movement was human. Slow and growling, it was a woman with shoulder length, brown hair. She was dead alright but there was nothing she could do. Her legs had been amputated just above the knees and she had been tied to a tree. The woman was seated but the stains of blood from where her legs were cut off were long covered by new snow. Someone had clearly did this to her, but..why? It seemed the woman had been tied to the tree first before her legs were cut off. The ropes were buried into the woman's rotting flesh from where she had been trying to escape.
All she could do was squat down and try to figure out this mystery.
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