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Post by Georgia Wells on Jan 12, 2016 9:03:04 GMT -5
Blue ridge kept sounding better and better. It was perfect, animals for amax to hunt,mid they found a place for a garden. It would be home, they wouldn't be a target like they were now. It would take a bit to transport everyone and everything, but maybe long term it was a solution. If they found a proper location, they could have a real community going, with homes for everyone. She doubt they would be able to do all that, but it was a dream.
Georgia looked up. "We didn't have a rally point, never thought we would get split. We kept going back to where it happened, but he was never there. I know it's a long shot, but we probably would have stuck to farms. There's a lot out there, and the Forrest is to dense to travel. He's on a chopper, so he would need open road, not a dirt path. He wouldn't ditch it. I know that."
She looked at the big map. "There supposed to be some big castle here, or a big estate. You know what it is, or what it's called. Think it started with a B, bitmore, something like that. I always though it would be a good place to loot, fancy shit, probably secured tight."
She looked around, "listen, for now we just want a place to loot. A few more hits and then find a place for the night. We can plan more after that. That sound good. Where the nearest place where we spend the least amount of gas, some place with a few stops along the way and a place to rest our head."
Post by Sam Youlley on Jan 12, 2016 9:37:15 GMT -5
"We should tell the truth," Sam said ignoring Georgia's glare. "We didn't get sepersted. He chose to leave. He was angry, and left on his bike. We don't know where he was, just assume he has been in this area. It has only been since today, some couldn't be far. If we find him we find him. Our main goal was just to find supplies. More than this, enough to survive. We need food, lots of it, and gasoline. Tents, sleeping bags, blankets, all of it."
He looked at George. "We should tell him about the farm, he's proven himself. His map is a bonus. Look at what him and Amber could plan. We could have the community, grow on it. Houses."
"Enough," Georgia said pushing off the desk, "shut up."
"Georgia come on," Sam replied back to her, "enough lieing. We can trust him."
No rally point, that was stupid. Hopefully they would learn that lesson for next time, or at least that was what George was thinking. The information about having to stick to roads though and wanting to be near farms was useful and George started inspecting the map more closely, trying to work out a possible search pattern. But there were just so many places this absent biker could have gone. It was whilst he was thinking this through that Georgia mentioned the estate.
His face became a mask of befuddlement and confusion as he tried to understand what Georgia had said “Bitmore, Bitmore, Boremore? Billdore? Biltmore!” It had taken a little bit of stabbing in the dark for him to work it out but now George had hit on the right syllables Georgia’s enquiry made sense. She was right, it was a grand manor estate, less castle more mansion, with vast sweeping gardens all around. Over time it had been turned into a tourist trap and collection of up market hotels and lodges for the traveller with taste, snobbery and a little bit too much money. Since moving to Raleigh George had always lived a little bit too close to justify an overnight stay. But he had been there for one or two business and civic occasions. Usually when a senior state political figure wanted to be seen throwing money around. Whilst he was exiled to the table of government officials who were a little too senior to not be invited, but who lacked the multi millions to actually be worth paying attention to.
“That is near Asheville. It is outside your search area, most of the way towards the border with Tennessee. Difficult to get to as well. The estate was in the middle of the country once but the town grew to surround it.” He mumbled for a bit, mildly disgruntled before folding his arms and saying. “Looking at the map, if we approach from the south west we can drive right up to the front door without going through anything more densely built up than a small village. But it’s a major detour, eating fuel and time. The most direct route though takes us right into a built up area and close to an airport, bound to be dangerous.” Another doubt occurred to him. “What do you hope to get? There will be plenty of expensive fancy things. But food, fuel, tools? It’s a place of luxury not necessity items.” He then went still and quiet, not out of fear but out of thought. You could see the gears turning in his head as his memory attempted to drag up some ancient recollection. “Shotguns…” He said quietly, before repeating himself. “Shotguns! There was a clay range there. They would have had dozens of double barrels and thousands of shells. It’s a long shot though, someone might have already had the same idea.”
Considering there more immediate need for shelter and a bit of loot which Georgia had a preference for George cast his eye back to the search area marked out by Georgia. It did not take him long before he tapped the blunt end of the pencil on a tiny spot seemingly in the middle of nowhere. “There, Harper’s Crossroads.” It was in the middle of what seemed like farmland according to the symbols on the map, or rather the lack of them. There was nothing close at all, the settlement itself was no more than ten at most buildings. It barely warranted even a little name on the map. But it sat almost in the very middle of their search area and several roads converged on it. “Almost no buildings at all, walker density will be slim to nil. But fresh water nearby. What is more, all those roads converging there. It’s the perfect place for a gas station, maybe even a little repair shop and one of those dinners trucker types like to stop at. Fuel, parts, water, little opposition and what is more being in the middle of it all you can get anywhere you need to go quickly. We would even pass a few villages on the way, which will have little stores and a few houses which due to being isolated may not have been looted yet.” He then added with a chuckle. “If you are lucky your friend might be there. If he is sticking to minor roads but does not have a set destination, he is disproportionately likely to end up there. It is one of four or five places in your search area where lots of minor roads converge. Still a long shot though.”
The mention of truth though, from Sam’s mouth, cause George to stop. He looked at the pair in silence and let their almost argument play out. He knew why Georgia had lied, it was to protect her own and he knew why Sam was telling the truth now. “You can trust me.” Said George plainly, fixing Georgia with a firm and solemn look. “I’m not going to ask you to rely on my good nature. You have known me less than a day. But you can trust me because you have something I want and it is something I can’t take. You can only give it. Shelter. You have heard me talk about being alone, you have seen my eyes, seen me almost lose focus due to the tiredness. I need people to look over me so I can actually sleep. I can’t stay out here alone any more. It’s going to kill me very soon. I don’t need the buildings, or the food, or the other supplies. I need the people. I’m not going to get that by screwing you over. I’m only going to get that by cooperating. So even if you think I might only care for myself, playing straight by you and your group is the best thing I can do for my own interests.”
Consciously moving the conversation on so as to give Georgia as little opportunity as was possible to argue with him he said. “As for your friend on the bike. If he is angry and moving fast, with a full tank of gas and a belly full of fire he could be long gone. It only takes four hours and you are over the state line. Looking for him probably is not worthwhile. He will come back when he wants to come back or he won’t come back at all. A wild goose chase won’t change that.”
Post by Georgia Wells on Jan 13, 2016 22:02:28 GMT -5
"Look don't say anymore," Georgia said looking at Sam then George. "You're right we don't know you. That's why I did t want you to know, so you didn't change the way you acted. Also why I wanted to keep going. See what you're like with changing your judgement. You've proved yourself so far, but I just don't know. It's s lot to go on, ecspecially with out first encounter. I just wanted to give it time. Honestly you are doing s good job, you are calm rational. You can hold your own and don't take risks. You'd probably be a huge asset."
Georgia moved around to the door. "And that Map is impressive, we could use it. You know the state, better then most. We could use the information you have for runs and shit. Lot of times it's just shots in the dark. Our runs can actually be planned, mean something."
She paused. "But let's just keep going. Find another safe place to loot. We don't need to rush back yet. We had enough supplies for a day trip. So we can go back tomorrow if it works out right, keep judging you." She looked away, "we don't expect to have our friend back, if he comes back he comes back. Let's just keep going, he isn't the priority, supplies are."
Post by Sam Youlley on Jan 14, 2016 4:00:38 GMT -5
Sam moved toward the window. He heard Georgia and George talk. It was going better than expected. They may come to an agreement. He thought they should return to the farm. He trusted George already, he seemed like a good guy from what he saw so far. George needed them, and they could use him. He would have a purpose there.
He looked out over the road,mthe re were walkers, fourteen or so. He looked back at George and Georgia. "Uh guys, we have company down below. Some must have wandered down the street, something is drawing them here. There wasn't this many earlier. We shoul leave."
He moved around towards the door, "my bags full. We at least need to go to the car. I can't fit anymore, we can decide our course of action later. Fold up the map, and let's get going. Pick a spot at the SUV. We can get everything sorted out later. Come on guys, let's go."
He made his way down the stairs, back down to the small little break room. He could see the walkers on the window of the front room, five pressed up against the glass.
“Thank you, let’s hope the rest of this assessment goes so well.” He was tempted to crack a joke about egos, or it all going to his head but decided now was not the moment to be making light of what Georgia was saying. No need to risk souring relations through misinterpretation. Though he could not help but crack a little bit of a smile at being described as a huge asset, it was always nice to be valued.
He nodded along at being described as knowing the State better than most. “I had to know.” He said, without explanation. “But this map, a level head and a skill for planning are not the rarest assets I possess.” He hesitated for a moment, he was about to take a risk. He was not going to outright say what his old job was, it might lead to too many questions. But he was going to give a major clue. If someone back on their farm worked out who he was that someone might well have a major grievance to settle. It was a risk George did not like to take. But it was clear that this was an audition and his life was on the line. He wanted to play what he thought was his strongest card. “I am an engineer, first class degree, MIT. Not many like me left I would wager. Power, water, buildings and more. I can do it. Mechanical engineering is not my speciality but I know all the basics, a lot of it got covered on my course. Electrical engineering, less so. It’s very different I’d really need to study for it. But I have the raw smarts.” He paused for a moment as a neat little summary for his skills came to him and with a smile he rounded off by saying. “I was taught how to build civilisation.” It was a grandiose claim, a little hyperbolic even. But he was playing this for all it was worth. Surely, he thought, no one could turn him away when they knew he had those skills. But the conversation seemed set to move on. George was certainly in agreement with Georgia that they should move on in search of new loot and a place to spend the night. If she needed more time to assess him he was not going to protest. You don’t tend to pass an exam by arguing with the examiner he was similarly in agreement with leaving the mysterious biker to fate.
Sam’s warning about the walkers was well timed. The numbers were still manageable but they might not be soon. Folding up the map with a practiced hand he secured it in its pouch, checked his gear, drew his axe and moved down the stairs after Sam. Seeing the same threat Sam did George whispered. “Simon.” Having no particular reason to believe they had given false names as well. “Go back to the garage.” Assuming the man did as he was told George would usher the group back into the room they had first arrived in. Thar garage door was not fully closed, a small gap had been left between the floor and the door. Falling onto his hands and knees George peered under the slat for shuffling feet or crawling corpses. There were one or two, but a little way back. Not right on the door.
Looking back at his two new companions George whispered firmly. “When this door comes up there will be the noise of rolling metal. Nearby ones will notice. The shop where you met me. Swing by the back as we make for the SUV. I left a pedal bike there. Damn useful. Ready?”
Assuming he was met with nods of agreement George would go. “1,2,3….” And then with the rattle and clatter of a metal rolling door being thrown up firmly the trio could burst onto the street.
Post by Georgia Wells on Jan 14, 2016 18:32:17 GMT -5
"So you're an engineer. That's great, you can help with the wall. We need someone handy," Georgia said looking at the walker below. "Honestly it doesn't matter what you were. Everyone has their own set of skills, some are just more useful than others. I'm not actually a mechanic, you probably guess that though. But we do have one, and the army people know how to fix cars and bikes, well some do. I was a personal trainer, so not as comparable to you and them."
She followed Sam down and watched the walkers against the window. She tensed a bit as she saw them, quickly moving to the next room. It was empty as expected. "Let's move," she said calmly, "straight to the car." George mentioned the bike and she simply nodded. "Alright if it can fit. There's not much room back there, especially with the water and food we have stored. But if you can fit it then we can take it."
She waited for the door to open and when it did she rushed out. She moved along a parked car, watching the walkers turn and start moving to the sound. She was mostly following George, as he knew where his bike was, she didn't. If it was up to her she'd leave it. Lacked protection, and transport capabilities. She didn't see a use for it u less reselling distance, but the car could go faster, much faster. She looked back at Sam, making sure he was following.
A walker stumbled near and she quickly smashed the head with her weapon. The walker fell, it's head breaking open upon hitting the ground. She stepped over it and kept going, heading around back. She could see three walkers up ahead, blocking the way to the back.
Post by Sam Youlley on Jan 14, 2016 19:34:17 GMT -5
Sam nodded as George said to move to the new room. "Name's Sam by the way, not Simon," he said calmly, "not sure why she had us give a fake name. I doubt it would have mattered much. Maybe if you had found the farm you could use as bate. I don't know." He held the sleeping bag tighter under his arm, holding his weapon with the other hand.
His bag was heavy on his back as he waited for the doors to open. When the metal went up he followed the pair out, sticky close to Georgia. If the encountered any sinners he wouldn't be that much help. He could only swing his one arm as the other held the bed roll, he saw Georgia take the walker and the three blocking their path.
"Do we really need the bike, the SUV is right there?"
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