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Dannie looked back to Charles, who was asserting himself with his gang affiliation. She shook her head a little bit in frustration and rolled her eyes as she caught sight of the kid briefly before he poked his head back around the corner. Lowering her gun slightly, but not enough to catch her off guard, she spoke.
"Look kid, we're not going to shoot you. We're just looking for a place to sleep tonight then we'll be on our way. As far as I know, you have a shotgun just around that wall waiting to be used on us."
She placed a hand on her hip and cocked it to one side as she looked for a way up the stairs.
"How do you get up and down? Is there another staircase?"
There was probably one around the other side, a hidden stairwell the employees used in the diner to get up and down, but she wasn't about to take her chances with her back turned to the kid. She furrowed her brow and leaned back to Charles, pressing her back against his chest as she whispered. She kept her handgun close and ready to fire. It was always ready to fire although she did not like using it against the living. There were those who believed they were in the right to attack first, as she discovered in Colorado. She hoped that kid was not like that. She hoped he was reasonable enough to listen first. "Maybe we should go find another place for the night."
Post by Charles Murphy on Nov 14, 2015 14:35:56 GMT -5
“Can`t say I remember that name, though it sounds familiar.” He answered thinking about it, trying to remember the past, but it was all a blur. As the man refused to come out, Charles began to think of other options to get to him and he could see Dannie was thinking the same, although she suggested that they perhaps should go and look elsewhere. Whether it was a ruse or not, he couldn`t quite tell, but he nodded and in a whisper spoke to her. “It might be the best thing to do, although I would sleep better at night, knowing this guy wouldn`t threaten us while we slept.” Charles began to walk toward the door, ready to leave the house, curious to see if she followed or if the person above said something else.
Post by Damon Carter on Nov 15, 2015 15:03:14 GMT -5
Damon listened to their words, tried to strain for their whispers, but came up short. He thought on it for a moment, pressed his back into the wall as he weighed his options. On the one hand, he could be right in his fears, especially with the man being from Dread Skull. For all he knew, they could rush him and kill him the moment he stepped downstairs. But on the other hand, the woman seemed nice enough, and played more towards his hopes that he could still live in a world where people could trust each other. He was lucky enough to have found the house abandoned when he had arrived, but had someone been here, had they turned him away, he probably would have died.
He decided to take a chance.
"Hold on." He stepped away from the wall and back into the bedroom. He tucked the rifle under the bed, hidden by the long blanket, and moved to grab a step stool. He returned to the hallway, shut the door behind him, and came around to the top of the stairs with the stool. He took the two in, then, the woman and the man, and ascertained that if things did go south, he would probably be more of a threat than she would. He seemed much more rough-and-tumble.
He walked to the base of the stairs, as far as they extended, and squatted down to set it on the ground on the first floor of the house. "When I got here, I was lucky enough to find it abandoned and pretty intact. But at first, there were a lot of walkers, so I knocked the stairs out. I figured I'd be safe, unless they learned to climb, of course." He smiled a bit, exposing a dimple in his left cheek, and leaned against the railing of the stairs. "And it gives bandits enough trouble trying to get up to let me know they're here before they know I'm here."
He watched them both for a moment, curious as to what they would do, and decided to try and extend a bit more good will to smooth the hostility over. "I'm Damon, by the way." He looked to Charles and tried to recognize him in the dim light. "I was really young when my dad was working on bikes, so I don't remember too much of it. We moved to Florida after the divorce."
Dannie was getting ready to leave when she heard some commotion upstairs. Damon brought down a step stool and instead of leaving things to chance by them finding another building and another enemy, she would take this kid up on his offer.
She looked back at Charles and if he wanted to join her he could. The offer was there and it was possible this kid had some food they could scrounge up for the night and a safe place to sleep. She would take that. "It's better than nothing, right?"
She climbed up the step stool, using the wall to brace herself against the walls as she made her way over the gap in the stairs to the upper stairs. Once she got up to the top, she wiped her hands against her pants and looked around as the kid introduced himself. "Nice to meet you Damon. Thanks for the lift, but isn't that kind of a pain in the ass now? There has to be a better way up."
Her boots were heavy against the creaky floor as she moved slowly through the upper floor, looking around corners to make sure there wasn't an ambush waiting to happen.
"You all alone here or are there any surprises for us? Be honest." There was a draft that came between the walls and through the doorways as she looked around the quiet little apartment. It was probably owned by the same people who owned the diner downstairs or possibly was rented out to tenants. It was as if a thousand questions flooded her mind about this place. It was in her nature to ask questions and assess a situation before danger got her first. "Do you have a bed me and Charles can crash out on tonight? Any food here?"
Post by Charles Murphy on Nov 17, 2015 21:12:49 GMT -5
Just as it seemed they were about to leave the house, the voice upstairs called out to them to hold on, and within a short moment the stranger came down bearing a stool for them to step on. With it they could climb up if they wanted, an enormous risk for him to take, not truly knowing who he had to deal with. Charles commended him for his bravery, but said nothing in return as he mentioned why he had destroyed the stairs in the first place, when he told them his name, nor when he mentioned more about his life as a kid. It was an interesting tale, but he didn`t care much, many had come and gone through the workshop of his club. Whether he had seen him as a child or not he couldn`t remember, it was in the past and it didn`t matter anymore.
Obviously Charles was hesitant in heading upstairs, but Dannie didn`t seem to have any trouble trusting the guy. It annoyed him, for all he they knew they could be walking straight into a trap, or worse. Perhaps it was just his paranoia, whatever it was, he couldn`t let her go up alone. “I suppose.” He answered Dannie before he followed, gun at the ready. By the time he reached the stool, she was already up and quickly he tried to keep pace. Once upstairs, he let her speak as he kept a vigil eye out for any surprise.
This was not his preferred situation; there were too many blind spots, so many unknown factors. However he stood by Dannie, waiting for Damon to answer, hoping there were a bed they could sleep on and possibly some food to eat, he hadn`t eaten in a while.
Post by Damon Carter on Nov 18, 2015 1:13:03 GMT -5
"It's a huge pain in the ass," Damon confirmed. He waited until they were both up to grab the stool again, and although he was playing cordial, he was still on the alert. He wanted to be able to trust the newcomers, but at the same time, he had to watch his own back. Unlike the pair, he didn't have anyone to look over his shoulder for him, and he didn't have anyone to take care of him in the case that he was injured or surrounded. They were more lucky than they knew. "But that's why I like it. From a bandit's point of view, why waste time trying to find a way upstairs, not knowing who's there, if you can go to another building instead?"
Whether they agreed with his ideology or not, it sure had kept him safe so far. He took the lead in going up the stairs, partially turned to face them as he went, instead of leaving his back open to them fully. "Yeah, there's an extra room and bathroom upstairs. You guys can crash there for the night. It's sparse, but it's something."
Sparse was an understatement. As he rounded the corner and opened the door, he showed them the barren bedroom. A small bed rested up against the wall, presumably from a teenager who had lived there before, and there was a desk in the corner. A closet rested in the other wall, but there were no clothes inside. In response to Dannie's question, he let them take the room in before responding. "No, there's no one here. No surprises. Just me. It's been just me for..." he thought on it and frowned, and his voice got a little more quiet. "...a while."
He rubbed the back of his neck and moved out of the doorway. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. "I have some cans I rummaged up from the school a few blocks back. It isn't much, but I can share, if you want. I have a couple of cans of soup, and a can of beans. It isn't much, but, hey, beggars can't be choosers."
She followed Damon into the bedroom that looked to be more for a child than an adult. The bed was small and either her and Charles would have to cozy up together or he would be sleeping on the floor. The bathroom didn't make much of a difference considering there was no electricity anyways and it smelled a bit musty in the room. She missed that piney smell from the cabins she had been finding.
"Yea, this is fine. We'll make due." She looked at Charles who seemed to be grinning at the thought of them sharing the tiny bed. "You keep grinning outlaw. We'll either be nice and warm or I'll be snoring in your ear all night." She smirked as she said that, coming back out of the room and following Damon towards a kitchen.
"I don't need much. Just a little bit for energy, you know? We can forage a bit in the morning and see if we can get you stocked back up again. Me and Charles can split a can of soup. I don't trust him to eat beans and sleep so close to him if you know what I mean." She laughed a little as she moved to the center of the room. Her hands were on her hips as she asked Damon more questions.
"And you've been here all alone this whole time? What do you do to pass the time? Surely you've picked the town clean of any supplies by now."
Post by Charles Murphy on Nov 18, 2015 22:15:41 GMT -5
Charles couldn`t deny the boy had a good point, with the stairs removed from the equation it would be harder for intruders to get up, both dead and living. It had proved useful against them, hadn`t he invited them up they would probably have moved on, unless they found some other method to get him. Following Dannie up the stairs, he listened to everything that was spoken and he was glad to hear there was a room to spare. Once they got to see it however, Charles wasn`t the least surprised by its condition, anything would be better than sleeping outside at night with the dead roaming about, he thought. And with just one bed available, it meant he and Dannie would need to share, unless she rather preferred to sleep alone. The very idea of them sleeping together made him grin, and when Damon reassured them he was the only one in the house, he began to grow accustomed to them staying.
Dannie told him to keep grinning and made a joke about it all, saying it would either be nice and comfy or a night full of snoring. He chuckled and replied. “Oh, I`m sure we`ll find a way to enjoy the night, It is keeping him awake I`m afraid of.” Charles joked, letting her in on what he hoped for. Stepping further into the room, allowing her and Damon to speak about the food that was offered, he took the opportunity to relax. He looked around and heard Dannie mention the Beans, it almost made him laugh, although he was too exhausted for that.
Carefully he sat down on the edge of the bed, thinking about everything they had gone through to get there. He wondered what had happened to those at the Walmart and if they had all died as he believed, if not then they perhaps one day would return to haunt him. Who knew how Dannie would react if she found out they still lived, hopefully nothing happened. If they could keep on moving there would be nothing stopping them from making a future together.
Post by Damon Carter on Nov 20, 2015 0:54:26 GMT -5
"That's fine. I'll show you where it all is." Damon moved down the hall with Dannie, and he set the stool back down at the edge of the stairs. He stepped down and moved aside, gave her room to follow after him. The sun was beginning to set, and as the last of the light filtered in through the blinds, he looked to the door they had busted open and found it still on the hinges, luckily. But the chain that he used to lock the door had been busted off the wall, and they would need to find a way to keep the door "locked" all night.
He motioned to the living room, to the sofas and plush chairs that surrounded the coffee table. He wouldn't need them there anymore, not when safety was involved. "Do you mind to help me move one of those in front of the door later? Better safe than sorry."
After his proposal, he moved into the kitchen and rummaged around in the cabinets. He didn't pause to give her a tour, or slow his steps. With the light fading, he wanted to get back upstairs, and besides, there wasn't exactly much to show off. He pulled the can of soup down, as well as one for himself. As he returned to her, he answered some of the questions she had asked on the way down. "Yeah, I've been here for quite a while. It's starting to get a little sparse on supplies." He handed the can of soup to her, and kept his at his side. "But the house has kept me safe for as long as I've been here, so I find it hard to leave it behind. But I have a destination in mind for when I do."
Damon eyed the windows, always on the defensive, and moved back to the staircase. He climbed the stool and got onto the staircase, and stayed there while he waited for her to climb. He leaned against the banister and spoke so that both of the newcomers could hear and converse with him if they chose. "I've been alone here since I arrived in town, yeah, but I wasn't always. I was actually on my way back to Illinois after the outbreak. Like I said earlier, my dad and I moved to Florida when I was a kid, but my buddy, Evan, was also from Illinois."
He traced his finger along the banister as he spoke to her, and in his eyes, there was something distant, forlorn. "He had only moved to Florida for college, though, so when the outbreak happened, it only made sense to try and get back to Illinois. Both of our mothers were there, and the people we were travelling with didn't have a lot in terms of roots. We, uh," he rubbed the back of his neck. "Lost Evan in Georgia. And we only made it to Tennessee before we got walled in, in a cabin. I told my friends to go on without me. They were everywhere, all at once." He bit the inside of his lip, and before that memory played itself fully from behind his eyes, he blinked and looked Dannie in hers. "I told them to go on without me, and that was the last time I saw them. You wouldn't have happened to see them around here, maybe? You couldn't miss them."
He then stood away from the banister to mimic stature, and put his hand up for height. "They're both tall. The one kid, Jimmy, wasn't anything special physically, but my other friend was a Japanese student. You'd know it if you saw them together. Like the blind leading the blind." He smiled just barely. "They were on the way to Illinois with me, so when I do eventually leave this place, that's where I intend to go."
He shifted and smiled a little awkwardly, realized how serious the tone had become. "Sorry." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked up the staircase, smirked a little as he answered Charles's words in an attempt to lighten the mood back up. "Don't worry. I don't think I'll be sleeping much tonight anyway."
Dannie followed Damon down as he rummaged through the kitchen, pulling down a can of soup her and Charles could share. She carefully maneuvered her way down and back up again, not particularly caring for this set up. Then again, it would only be for one night as she had no plans on staying here.
She didn't really meant to be cold to the kid as he told his tale of how he lost his friends trying to get back home, but her words may have come off that way. "We've all lost people, kid. We've all lost family...and friends." Her eyes moved to Charles as she said that, giving him a stern looked as they went back upstairs. His words about keeping Damon up all night stuck in her mind although she wasn't sure why.
"You don't have to worry about losing more supplies. We'll just stay the night and be on our way. If you've picked this town clean then there's no way it can support two more people. I'm really not sure where we're going now."
The plan was to head to Canada with Nate, Mia and Jake. But that got blown to hell when Charles saved her from the herd she was leading away after Nate got bit, then kidnapped her away from them. She knew if she really wanted to get away from Charles, she could. Maybe there was something more. She knew, of all people, this guy could keep her safe. He knew, of all people, she could keep him safe also.
"You should sleep kid. We can keep an eye on this place. I'm a former cop. Charles is handy with a gun. He had enough practice before all this." She smiled again and tilted her head as she moved back up to the apartment upstairs. The sun was going down and they could all rest easy, at least for one night.
Post by Charles Murphy on Nov 20, 2015 16:10:25 GMT -5
Charles sat quiet on the bed as Dannie and Damon went down the stairs, he glanced at them and listened in on some of their conversation throughout the open door. Once they disappeared from sight and his thoughts returned to reality, he used the time to look around the room. It had obviously belonged to a teenager, the way the walls were covered with posters, how books and magazines laid spread across the desk and how clothes were scrambled together in piles against the wall. It was messy as one would expect, yet it was clear whoever had lived there had tried to flee the scene during the outbreak.
He moved up and about the place, looking at what had been left, trying to see if there was anything useful lying about. There was nothing, he already had the most important things packed in his backpack, which he took off and placed down beside the stool near the desk. Walking out of the room, he noticed they returned upstairs and he heard what the boy said about those he had parted with. His story reminded him of his own, and the other group Dannie had been with. It was always the same, which was why he wondered, why not put it all to rest and continue on living, as every day could be ones last.
Standing in the doorway, his gaze met Dannie`s stern glare, and he knew exactly what she was thinking. He folded his arms and gave her a smirk in return, not saying a word until she finished, agreeing to they wouldn`t be staying long enough for them to eat up his food and that they could keep guard. He doubted they too would get any sleep that night, despite how much comfort the bed would give them. Stepping aside, he lot Dannie enter the room. Looking back at Damon with a grin, Charles said. “Yeah, you should sleep kid, we got this, don`t worry.”
Following her, he closed the door behind him, relieved to finally have a moment alone after everything. “Wow, who thought we`d get this lucky.” He said, trailing his eyes across her fine back and moved to open his backpack. There he searched and found two spoons, which they could use to eat the can of food with. Holding them up so she could see, he smiled cunningly. “Come, let`s eat, we need some nutrition for our journey ahead.” He suggested for her to come over where he stood by the desk, wanting to open the can so they could get to eat.
Post by Damon Carter on Nov 22, 2015 0:25:44 GMT -5
"Sleep well, then. Good night." Damon nodded and left them to their business, but his words didn't reflect his feelings. They couldn't. As swimmingly as the last hour had been, Damon wasn't about to let his guard down and drift off smoothly into dreamland, even if he so desperately wanted to. He wasn't wired that way, and didn't fully know how to let his guard down just yet. But it didn't seem as though he would really need to, considering that they had already made up their mind to leave in the morning. He would have to leave soon, too, but he wasn't ready to go just yet. He needed to stock up just a bit more, and then he could be on his way.
Hell, maybe part of him was a little bit scared of the dangerous, lonely trip ahead.
As he returned to his bedroom, he shook off thoughts of the future and focused on the present instead. He locked the door to his bedroom, just a measly click button in the center of the handle, and crossed over the desk. He stole the chair from its original position and set it underneath the door, just in case. He pulled the rifle from under the bed with expert fingers and set it against the wall before he climbed into bed. He wasn't restful, and crossed his arms underneath his head as his eyes traced the ceiling.
These newcomers, these first people he had seen since he made his escape, reminded him that there were still people in the world, and it made him think of his friends. He hoped they were all right, but he also knew that holding on to that kind of hope was a dangerous thing, and let the notion go before it had a chance to ignite a fire in him. He shut his eyes and exhaled slowly as he tried to relax.
Post by Charles Murphy on Nov 24, 2015 18:52:10 GMT -5
(For details on what happens between, see the private thread called: “Getting through the night.”)
Hours passed, and in that time Charles and Dannie had been left alone. Together they had spent a heated moment of passion and pleasure, which no doubt would have been heard outside the door. One would think they would have used the time to sleep and rest, but only the last two hours had been used for that. Now Charles found himself naked in the bed next to Dannie, lying in a spoon as he held his strong arms around her. The warmth which they shared kept them both from freezing that night, with only a thin sheet covering their bodies.
The entire room was a mess, worse than it had used to look. Shelves and books had fallen down on the floor, and the desk had gotten unsteady after being used roughly. The posters on the wall had also felt the effect of the night, with scratch marks on them and piece of torn paper all visible. The bed itself had almost fallen apart, though it still held up miraculously.
In deep slumber, Charles dreamt about the world before the outbreak. How he used to live back in Chicago, where he had been a loyal member to the club. In the dream, he met Dannie, but in it she kept her distance, always running away, into the arms of her former lover. As if she feared him, as if she knew the things he had done in order to survive. It was his coconscious that spoke to him, that he was afraid about the past ruining his new life with her.
Slowly Dannie's eyes opened to the first sunlight that was streaming across the top of the trees that were going barren outside. She seemed to be awake first as Charles lay still against her. His hand was wrapped around her naked body as she looked up to the window, seeing the clear, blue sky. She didn't like sleeping naked, not at all, but she was far too exhausted, when it was all said and done, to put any clothing back on. The same went for Charles. It was warm and she could already feel the cold outside against her face as it permeated through the glass.
She started to move and as she did, Charles shifted in his sleep. It was a sweet relief her body desperately needed. But they had to focus again.
"Wherever we end up, there needs to be a fireplace. We need that. Unless you're whisking me off to the Bahamas."
She sat up a bit and he would see her topless silhouette against the window as her tousled hair was pulled back by a free hand. He looked like he was still half asleep and she wanted to go back to sleep as well. But they had to hit the road while it was still light out. They needed to figure out where they were going to go.
Post by Damon Carter on Nov 25, 2015 1:15:21 GMT -5
Damon had slept surprisingly well that night. Between the anxiety of having people in the house, people around him, after such a long period of time and the soundtrack of romance throughout the night, he hadn't planned on getting much sleep. It was more the nervousness than anything else that kept him awake, however. The cacophony of moans and groans, barely heard through their shut doors, was almost comforting, not because he was an auditory voyeur, but because it reminded him of home, of his friends. Back in their old apartment, he and Evan had joked that Yameki taught them Japanese through the walls, not that they ever dared to tease the meek exchange student about it. Even after the world turned on its side and they lost Evan, Damon had continued his travels with Jimmy and Yameki, and he knew more than anyone that in this kind of world, people needed that kind of comfort, depended on it. Listening to the connections of others wasn't something that made him squeamish. If anything, their rawness, their humanity, was what made him sleep soundly through the night, at ease.
He yawned against the back of his hand and sat up in bed. He swung his legs over the side and put his shirt on, and he worked on the buttons as he crossed to the other side of the room, the way he did every morning. He liked the view, the way the sun felt through his partially closed window. But as he approached the frame, leaned against the wall, he smelled the ripe walkers before he saw them. But when he saw them, in a shambling horde moving in slow walks into the mouth of the town, he gasped in terror and gripped the frame for support. There were too many to count, all stumbling into the town, their skin blistering in the sun, their low moans and hisses becoming a chorus that rocked the street.
He pushed himself off of the wall and tore the chair away from the door. He raced out into the hallway and into the opposing bedroom without knocking, and he was too afraid of the approaching horde to be startled by their nudity. "We gotta go! There are hundreds of them!" He didn't know where he was heading, didn't know if they would come with him, but he had a mode of transport, and he was going to use it regardless of if they wanted to come with him. But they hadn't killed him in the night, so the least he could do was offer. "Get dressed and get your things, now! We gotta get downstairs before the horde does!"
He left the door open, left their response open, and raced back into the bedroom. He didn't have time to worry about whether or not they would come with them, what they would do. He grabbed all of his books and maps and shoved them into his backpack. He snatched the rifle from under his bed and strapped it on his back. He grabbed the keys off of the top of his desk and shoved them into his pocket as he rushed into the hallway, stool against his hip. He clamored down the stairs, over the stool, and ran into the kitchen. He crammed all of the food he had into the backpack, and was up the stairs in an instant.
This was clearly not his first rodeo. Even still, the sight of so many walkers terrified him, more than it should have. Something had happened to him before the newcomers had met him, something big.
But no matter what it was, he was ready now, and hoped the newcomers followed suit.
Post by Charles Murphy on Nov 27, 2015 9:47:17 GMT -5
Charles was exhausted and tired after everything, he barely noticed when Dannie woke up, but slowly came back from consciousness as she began to move. He heard her speak and with one eye open he watched her, still lying naked in bed. “Oh I`ll gladly take you to Bahamas one day, hell perhaps we`ll go to Florida.” He joked half asleep, referring to their discussion back at the Walmart. Then as he felt the cold hit his upper body, he tried to tuck himself in with the sheet that had covered them both, even though it didn`t help much. Charles wanted to go back to sleep, but knew he shouldn`t. It was a new day and the sun was already up, they had to keep moving.
When she sat up, he became more awake and with a smile he thought about all the fun they`ve had. He could see her topless silhouette and how she handled her hair, which made him feel lucky, almost wishing to do another round. Lying on his back, he rested his head on his hands, looking up at the ceiling. “Woah, that was an exciting night.” He said and chuckled happily, sensing his lower body aching. “We should do this more often.” Charles suggested, wanting more.
Then without warning Damon entered their room, not caring about privacy, although he came bearing dire news. A horde of walkers had been spotted heading their way, they had to get out. “Shit!” Charles cursed and stood up quickly, gazing at Dannie who was getting dressed. “I hate this world.” He said and went over to the window, where from they could now see hundreds of them entering town, as far as eye could see. This was trouble, big trouble. In a hurry he got dressed, throwing on his pants, boots, shirt and vest, the same clothes as before since he didn`t have anything else to spare, nor was there any time to pick anything else. Once he was done, he slung the backpack over his shoulder and grabbed his weapons, preparing to move.
As the horde slowly makes its way through the town in hopes of finding a living meal, something odd sticks out. The darkness in the crowd is interrupted by a shining white shirt. Wearing this shirt is a man, alive and well. Oddly enough, camouflaged from the dead by the blood on his sleeves and his companion tied to his belt. Every single walker had hungry eyes. Ready and prepared for any signs of human life. As for the man, Talon, his intentions was to find the right place for he and his girlfriend to stay. The two weren't an everyday couple you'd see in the real world. No. Talon may be alive and well but his girlfriend has been rotting away for almost three years now. Refusing to see her for the dead skin she is, he continues to love her more and more everyday. Believing to himself that she still loves him back.
The horde moves closer and closer to the buildings in the town. Some scraping up against the walls. Talon however, still hidden among the dead, places his arm around his handcuffed zombie of a girlfriend and continues on down the road to darkness.
Dannie watched as Charles started to get up and get dressed. She needed to do the same before the cold got to her. Their clothes were scattered about in the room and she reached for her bra and shirt that was at one end of the bed. She felt about as lazy as lazy could be. If she could have slept more, her eyes would certainly be closed tight by now. But her body had gotten used to so little sleep that this just seemed natural to awaken so early.
"Yea, wouldn't that be nice? To swing in a hammock on an abandoned beach in the middle of nowhere? It can't be as romantic as it sounds anymore."
She found her pants across the room and crawled over, pulling them up when Damon burst into the room to tell them the bad news. The pace of pulling up her pants and getting her boots on hastened as they both scrambled to get themselves dressed amid the mess they made in the room. But she took a quick moment to face Charles and place a quick, sweet kiss on his lips.
"Thanks for the good time last night, outlaw. But now we have to run."
He was going to be her only way out of this lonely little town and she wondered if the rumble of his motorcycle was what attracted the horde. Or maybe, just maybe, they were a large group that had come together and were just passing through. Either way, she knew this was about to get really bad, really fast and as she came out of the room pulling her jacket over her shoulders, she looked at Damon.
Post by Damon Carter on Nov 29, 2015 13:14:05 GMT -5
"Coming." It was an immediate answer to an immediate question. As much as this busted little home in this lonely little town had become his home, his safe haven, it was time to let it go. As it was, there wasn't much left in the town before the horde shambled through, and it was time to face the trip north, to travel and possibly never find his friends, or worse. It was a reality that he had been hiding from, but one that he had unceremoniously been reminded of.
"But we can't all travel on the bike," he said. "It won't be able to carry three, and even if we squeeze, it'll slow it down." He shifted his bag on his shoulder, the item overweight from cramming everything in the home into it. He dug around in his pocket and pulled out his keys. "But I have a car that I fixed when I first rolled into town. New battery, new motor, runs well. I can follow you in that." The memory of tearing apart Evan's car to get the good parts gnawed at him, but he quickly pushed it out of his mind. "We head north down the main road, and it should spit us out at the highway."
He talked as he walked towards the stairs, stool in hand, and allowed them time to reply as they hustled. Time was of the essence, and while he didn't know what their plans were, he knew that his plan was to get the hell out of dodge. He had survived a horde before, barely, and he was going to make damn sure that he didn't go down the same way.
Post by Charles Murphy on Dec 1, 2015 14:45:46 GMT -5
Charles had to agree that lying on a beach somewhere would be hell of a lot better than this place, but now was not the time to be dreaming. A herd was on its way and they had to move, if they got surrounded before they could escape, there would be little they could do. Looking at Dannie as she got dressed, he smiled seeing how she tried to find all her clothes that was scattered about the room. It had been a great night; he thought and waited when suddenly she came and kissed him. Taken by surprise, he felt joy rush through his body, as if he was the luckiest man on earth. With a nod he followed into the hallway, where the kid stood attentively waiting on them.
Charles wasn`t entirely pleased to hear that Damon would be following them, but he couldn`t refuse it either. What he said about the bike not having enough space for three people were true, although luckily they didn`t need to worry about that as he had a car to use. “Alright kid, go get to your vehicle, we`ll take my ride.” He replied and hoped they wouldn`t be seeing each other again, thinking it would be better to travel separately.
With the stool placed in front of the staircase, Charles took the opportunity to step down, only then to turn and assist Dannie. They could hear the herd was getting closer, possibly right around the corner of the house, yet they still had to run across the street and into the alley where he had parked his motorcycle. Drawing his gun, Charles took a glance at Dannie and Damon as he got rid of the barricade in front of the entrance. Counting to three, he busted out the door and took aim at the first walker he spotted. Bang, he shot the creature right in the head and it fell dead to the ground, the others were quick to notice and in an instant they all began to rush toward him.
One, two, three, four, four times he shot the walkers on the front row of the herd as he continued to run, looking back to see if Dannie was following him, which she had. Next as they reached the bike together, he took his seat and turned the key, trying to start the engine. It didn`t work, there was no fuel left, he had forgotten to fill it up. “Fuck! No! No, no, no!” He yelled, not caring about the approuching Walkers.
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