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Post by Remy LaCroix on Jan 8, 2016 20:16:18 GMT -5
"We don't need food." She looked down the lonely road and back to the car that needed fixing. "We need a mechanic."
She looked at Arden first before turning her gaze back to Shaun. "If you're one of those, then maybe we can help you out."
The dog still seemed to comply and she didn't like the fact that Arden had his gun trained on it, but she could understand the dog would be the first to go if it decided to attack. If Shaun could fix the car then they could give him a lift to where he needed to go and it didn't look like he had a ride anywhere nearby.
"You and your pup got names?" She could swear she just heard Nolan curse at the car that didn't seem to want to turn over. She heard the clicking of the starter trying to turn over and it seemed as if he almost had it until it just decided to die again. Hopefully Nolan knew better then to let the battery completely die. Maybe they could find another car on their way down.
"I...I happen to be one," Shaun said calmly, "though I doubt I can do much with out parts. I can try, and we can hope it's a simple fix. I may be able have a fix, btput it won't be a permanent one." Shaun didn't know if he could stand, so he didn't. He looked up at the girl, and what looked like her brother with a shotgun.
"My name is Shaun, this is Scout. If you wish ill take a look at your car. If not, well you can take anything you want but the dog, and I'll leave on my own. I'm just trying to find a homestead, someone who may be there. A little help,of the area is all I ask, I'm not from here."
Shaun had dealt with raiders before he would t let that happen again. If they went to his pack he would strike. Scout would attack, go for the legs. The pitchfork was still in arms reach. With scout distracting him he could stab the guy. He doubt the girl was fast enough before scout would be on her. The only loose end was the guy in the truck. By the time he was out Shaun would have Arden's gun, trained and ready to shoot."
Arden listened to Remy and the stranger. The man was a mechanic, great they could use that. If the man was telling the truth then he should be able to fix the car. If not, Arden would gun him down. The man said his name, as wells as the dogs.
"You can stand. Move easy, tell the dog to stay," Arden barked at the man, "any funny business and someone gets hurt. And it ain't gonna be us."
He walked around, keeping his gun on the man and the dog. Arden walked beside Remy, leaning into her. "He ain't coming," he said sternly but quietly, "I know how you think. Just cause he doe sis a favour does t mean we owe him. If anything he just considers himself lucky."
Arden looked back at the man, standing back up straight, "cars over there. Leave your stuff and the dog where they are."
Knox laughed and let go of the man, holding a gun up and keeping it trained on him. The others came in, following him and keeping their guns on him.
"You don't want to work? You claim you break more stuff and this is your house? I'm afraid that's all mixed up in your head, son. You see, this is our house now and you will work or I'll just shoot you in the head."
He didn't even bother to look at the pictures hanging on the wall. He had seen them before. He remembered Arden killing a few of his men and he remembered Ellie getting away. He didn't remember this guy, but the faces matched up. He had been away, but foolishly returned.
"Secret stash of what?" Drugs? That would be okay with him. That would make this man a little more useful and he could also become a pawn if his family decided to return. He was confident they weren't coming back though.
"Easy don't shoot. I don't want to die, at least not yet," Ernie said holding up his hands. He waved them around as he spoke. "See, I like life. I don't want to die. But I'm telling you, man work will be shotty. You want the house, keep it. Looks like shit now anyway. Maybe you and your boyfriends can all settle down. Start your own little family."
He looked at Knox as he spoke interest in the stash. Ernie smiled, he rubbed his chest, stepping back from the man. "Now, now. You go killing me you'll never know what it is or where it is. Killing me and you don't get it,"
Ernie smirked, "you see it's drugs, but not just one stash. Got it buried, hidden, stuffed, lined, all over the fuckin' house. Some whiskey in there too. It won't be all at once, small bits. Get you high for maybe an hour, definitely only one of you monkeys."
He placed a hand on Knoxs shoulder and smirked again. "So I say we make a deal. No Killy, and no work. You get high for a couple months."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jan 9, 2016 12:00:21 GMT -5
Remy looked down as Arden whispered to her about the status of this guy. They wouldn't owe him anything and he didn't want him coming with them. She whispered back. "Yea, alright, but the least we can do is give him a ride a little bit further south. If anything, we need to find another car. This piece of shit won't last much longer."
They both knew that when a car broke down it was a junker at that point and they would have to get another car. She missed that SUV she found in Oklahoma now having been convinced to take another car or go on foot.
"I'm Remy. Nice to meet you Shaun..and Scout." She smiled a bit to the man with the sweetly dark eyes and his friendly looking dog. "You know, if you wanted a more menacing looking dog, you should have found yourself a pit bull." Of course, that probably would have meant their throats would have been torn out by now, but it was a passing fancy thought. Maybe it wasn't a bad one for when they took their home back. A couple of guard dogs may just help them out.
They walked back towards the car where Nolan was still trying to get it fixed.
"Nolan, we found a guy who claims to be a mechanic."
Nolan spent his time in the car, the other two could handle a pitch fork wielding man with a puppy. The car was straight junk with a bullet hole in the oil pan and the alternator was as shot as the oil pan. When Remy approached and told him the guy was a mechanic he gave a positive smile, "If he had a welder then we could patch up the bullet hole in the oil pan, but even then their is no oil to replace," Nolan reached into his pocket for a cigarette, "This ride is gone, and our best bet is to find another or start kickin rocks."
Nolan fired the cig up and watched the newcomer trough the smoke wishing he had a drink. One beer. One shot. The shakes began in his hands just then and he shoved them both into his pockets with the cig hanging between his lips.
"Not going for menacing," Shaun said picking himself up, "more family. He was with me from the start. Even before. Though I would suggest the same to you." He glanced at Arden, "a bulldog might be more intimidating. Plus scout is good at tracking, and hunting. That's what the were bread for, even if he's got me soft in his old age. I think he's going deaf."
Shaun dusted himself off, and pointed at Scout. "Stay boy," he said loud enough for him to hear. "Nice to meet you Remy, even if it could be under better circumstances. At least no one got hurt."
Shaun walked up to the car looking back at Scout who had rolled on his side, laying down more relaxed. He looked up at the man who had been working on the car. He listen to what he said and nodded.
"You're right. If it's as he said then you may not be able to fix it. Though with the lack of an oil trail you're leaving you may not have lost very much. The bullet might be lodged, blocking the hole. If you're lucky. I don't have any tools, raiders took them s few months back."
"Once we get home we may not need one," Arden said calmly. He watched the man stand up and talk about his dog. He didn't give two shits if he could hunt or not. "We'll have to walk a bit either way. May find a truck in a mother homestead, if we're lucky, I doubt they'll be much. Most was picked clean, homesteads all empty now, falling apart."
Shaun described the car, and not having tools. Great so he lied to them, he couldn't fix it.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jan 10, 2016 8:20:53 GMT -5
Hope for the car was lost as both Nolan and Shaun declared it dead. Without parts and without tools this was a useless situation. She sighed an aggravated sigh and went to the backseat to get her belongings. She packed too much. She always did, even before all this, she would take trips and have the heaviest bag on the plane, she was sure of that.
With the heavy backpack on her shoulders and the bat in hand she looked at the others as they brought their belongings, even if it was just a little.
"Well, let's head out then. Ain't no need standing around crying over some piece of shit car."
She shot a glance to Nolan as she said that. At least it got them this far although it was still going to be a hike down the road. She thought about Luca. She doubted he would offer to carry the heavy pack on her back, but she wouldn't have faulted him for that. It was her belongings and her burden and there were lessons to be learned from packing all that stuff. Thankfully it was winter and the cold air helped to stave off too much heat. The summer heat and humidity would be unbearable to carry anything but the weight of your own body, especially exposed to the sun. She wondered where he was and worst of all, she wondered if he was going back to being his old self that he told her about. She missed him as her head filled with thoughts of their private time together. She knew she had to hold it together as their long, silent walk continued.
She couldn't open up to anyone else and she sure as hell wasn't going to talk to Arden about it. He wouldn't understand what she was going through. She missed Ellie, she missed her mom. Those were the two she spoke two when a relationship failed, Ellie moreso then her mom.
A few miles down the road brought them to a farm that had two silos on either side of a faded red barn. It was an obvious structure they would all see and she figured a stop there may do them some good.
Arden walked over to the pitchfork. He saw Remy set off down the road. Quickly he handed the weapon to Shaun. "Use this on us, your brains cover the ground," he said glaring, "so don't."
He knew it may be surprisingmtomthose who know him to allow Shaun to follow with them, but they needed him. If they got to a farm Shaun could fix or attempt to fix any vehicle. Hell it probably had a tractor they could hook a wagon up to. Arden could rive one, just not fix it. If it came down to it, he wouldn't know what the hell he was doing, Arden wasn't very handy when it came to that, his motor fixing skills basic.
He motioned for Scout and Shaun to walk before him. He would take the rear, that way he could watch the strangers. Any movement he didn't like, and their knees would drop them. It was all he could do now keep Remy safe, he hoped Ellie, and even Ernie, were safe. After securing the property back they could look for them. But killing the raiders came first.
It was another task for Nolan and Shaun, canon fodder, they didn't even need them.
Shaun took the pitchfork when handed to him. He was shocked the man handed him his own weapon, but it beat leaving it behind. Scout came to his side as Shaun applied his pack to his back. It was an old canvas bag, falling apart. He tightened it and flipped the pitchfork down like a walking stick. Leaning on it casually he set off after Remy.
He knew why they wanted him along, to fix any of the vehicles they may find. He could fix most vehicles, though farm equipment was beyond him. He walked behind Remy, looking at her heavy bag. It was filled with stuff, best the few cans he had, his stomach grumbled, he hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, he could go a little longer. Most of his food went to a scout anyway.
"So Remy was it, you didn't answer me if you're from around here, I'm not trying to be nosy, but I would really like to find that place. Someone I'm looking for was heading there, I hoping I can catch him before he leaves, or does something worse.'if you or your brother know where it is, it would be appreciated."
He looked back at Arden who kept glaring and watching scout. Shaun look up as Remy mentioned the farm. "It could work, doesn't look like anyone has been there."
He couldn't remember if he had passed this one or not. He had been to so many in the area, none matching the picture in his head. The one his psretns showed him and his brother. None had the right shape or angle. He would recognize it, this wasn't it.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jan 10, 2016 18:54:26 GMT -5
Remy continued to walk as she got closer to the fence, her eyes on the silos. She wondered if there was grain in there they could come back to and grab for food in the future. She was certain Ellie already knew what to do with the grains and if the could find their cousin. She was willing to learn how to make food from scratch. If it was the one thing she missed, it was her microwave. "Yea, we're from around here. It's why we're going this way." Stopping at the edge of the fence she looked towards the barn to see if there was any walkers wandering around the property, but from her vantage point, she didn't see anything, yet.
"Be as nosy as you want, but it don't mean I have to answer you. I ain't tryin to be a bitch, but I been through a lot lately. My cousin there?" She looked back to Arden before looking back at Shaun. "He probably don't even want you coming with us. The only reason Nolan is with us is because he had the car. But we're looking for another one and if you can get it started then you can keep going with us."
She knocked the bat lightly against the bottom of her boot and scraped some of the mud from between the grooves of the sole. "I ain't been here in a while but it's where I plan to stay. Who are you lookin for anyways?"
Shaun kept walking, reaching down to pet scout very so often. He looked up at Remy. "We've all been through a lot, so I don't expect you to give details. I don't want to know what it was, as I assume you don't want to know about me. I'm just looking for my father's old homestead, where he was raised. If you're from around here,maybe you knew where it was. That's all I was asking for, not a life story."
He didn't need to be with them, in fact he planned not to stay with them. He could fix their car, only as a good deed. If he got information on the homestead, it was a bonus. He would keep searching for it,mthen was his goal. He had enough of people anyway, enough of what they had become.
"I'm trying to find my little brother.he set off this way, a few months back. Been on his trail, said he was going to find my parents homestead, end his life there. He was always dramatic, but it's where dad would have wanted to die he said. I'm hoping I can get to him in time, I was close for a bit, saw him a few weeks ago with my own eyes. I just hope I'm not to late."
Nolan kept a brisk pace in front of Remy and the new guy, his back pack rattling with his gear, rifle slung over his good shoulder, one hand in his pocket, and the other held a cigarette which he puffed on watching everything in front of him.
His wife would have enjoyed all of this walking and the free clean air. She had always been the out doors type and that's why they had always gotten along, the memory was a rush of emotion for him and it felt longer than almost four weeks since they died. Nolan fought the tears back, being numb would feel better. The time to properly mourn as well but fate only threw shit at people.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jan 13, 2016 10:10:37 GMT -5
Remy pushed past the gate having not seen any walkers roaming. It didn't mean they weren't there, it just meant she felt safe enough to enter the property. The barn had an open door and there could very well be some just sitting inside. "Come on. We need to find a car." She was taking the lead on getting what the needed. She wanted to get back to Arden's property and her family land to settle. She knew there could be a fight ahead and she had no idea how to tackle it.
"I don't know Shaun. I only came here when I was a kid during the summer and spent time with my aunt, uncle and cousins. As I grew up, less and less time was spent here. College, work, all that. I only came out here for family reunions once a year. If anyone knows whose property is whose, it would be Arden."
She pointed her bat in his direction as they all started to fan out to look for supplies and hopefully guns and ammo too.
"If we find a car you can have it to drive around and look. Once we get to where we're going, we're staying put. If I can find my cousins alive, I'm sure you can find your brother."
She moved inside the barn while they still had daylight, peering inside to see a couple of cars just sitting there. Inside one of the cars was something though. Something that awakened but couldn't get out. She was pretty certain whoever that was behind the driver's wheel was someone trying to get away. They had probably already been bit and were half dead by the time they got in the car, only to meet their death before the key could even turn in the ignition.
"Shit, there's a walker in that one. I bet that car starts if we can get him out."
Arden knew where the place was. It was a dump, rotten, falling apart. Boards missing, spray painted up. Think someone died in there at one point. Reeked of piss, shit and death. Burns marks covered the walls and floor. Garbage was everywhere, broken glass, syringes. Homeless and druggies used to camp out there. He had found Ernie passed out on his own vomit once or twice there. That's where the fuckers brother wanted to die, pathetic.
Arden went through the gate, gun still raised. He followed them along to the barn, saw the car and the rotter inside. He waisted no time. Loving forward. Took the stock of his rifle to the glass, smashed it a few times. He smashed it again, and again until it broke and the rotter came alive. It reached out through the shards, growling and snapping. Arden quickly grabbed his knife and planted the blade in it's skull. He stepped back, reaching into the car.
Openi the door he let it fall, looking back at pathetic others. "There you go, one walker dealt with,"
"Thank you, but you don't need to do that," Shaun said calmly, following Remy and the man he assumed to be Nolan. "I don't need to take your car, I don't want to owe you." He didn't like owing favours, having to pay someone back. Just knowing if they knew where it was or not would be enough. It seemed the girl didn't know where it was, but her cousin Arden might. He looked at the man who just remained silent.
"I just hope he in the same boat as me, and is wandering around trying to find it. He would be just as lost as I am. Maybe even more so because he's younger and hadn't seen the picture as long. It's my only saving grace now,meaning against him to find it," Shaun said looking at Arden, "any help would be appreciated.
Shaun watched the man deal with the walker and looked around at the other cars. "What killed it though? Was he trapped with another?"
Shaun looked at the other cars. "Anyone of these may be able to run. We should try this one first though."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jan 14, 2016 7:39:51 GMT -5
Remy was certainly not as gruff as Arden was. She was further educated then he was and she always tried to find the good in people. It's probably why she always dated jerks even though people told her she was making a mistake while with that guy. She always tried to find the goodness in their hearts and it always landed her on her ass. She tried to see the good in Shaun and it really didn't take too much to see that. He staved off her offer to give him the car and as much as she tried to stay cold to him, it was probably obvious that she wasn't really that way.
"You wouldn't owe me anything. I don't want to be one of those people who tries to put people in that position."
Arden was already taking care of that walker in the car and as Shaun asked his question, she was already going to the body, inspecting it as the guys started looking over the car. It was there she found the chunk taken out of the back of his neck. "Bite mark. He got bit and tried to get away. Looks like he lost too much blood and died in the car."
She looked over her shoulder and saw the dry blood coating the driver's side. She would be sure not to sit there. Standing up, she looked around the barn to try and find useful tool they could take with them. It looked like there was probably livestock on the farm as she saw a branding iron, horseshoes and shears used to shave sheep. Nothing that they could really use in the long run. What she did find was some metal gas cans that seemed to be filled. Three as a total count and when she opened them up, she sniffed to make sure the gas was still viable. As far as she could tell, they were. She started to drag them closer to the car.
Knox didn't trust Ernie, but then again, he really didn't care about this guy either. He could easily kill him, but better yet, he could hold him as a pawn with the stash of drugs around the house. Whatever the case may be, Ernie just earned himself some points and figured out a way to keep himself alive.
"Alright then, why don't you take me to the first stash and we'll figure out what you got there."
He lowered the gun, but he didn't put it away either. If Ernie was lying, he would find a bullet in his head if he tried to pull something funny. A couple of the other guys were anticipating the ability to get high again and they were already trying to think of ways to manufacture their own drugs. Without success, the former addictions were starting to wane, but with the mention of drugs, it all came rushing back to them.
"You look like the kind of guy who knows how to figure out a way to get high. Maybe that can be your job here. You make us drugs and you get your old room back. That sounds like a fair deal, doesn't it there Ernie?"
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