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"Alright so no killing,"'he said with a nod, "see that bookcase there. Bottom right corner there's a big old book. And encyclopedia or some thing. But it ain't actually a book, see." Ernie hobbled over to it. He pulled the book from the shelf and opened it. It was hollowed out, empty. Inside was a Baggie, heroine most likely if he remembered. Explained the needled and rubber band beside it.
Ernie tossed the the Baggie to Knox. It was more than a dime baggy, quite a bit for the amount. It was a good haul, may not be the best quality though. He smiled and watched Knox. "So, gonna try it. Heroine if I think, good high. And that's just one of many, had to hide the drugs. The booze not so much, but I know where there's some. In the cellar we have a hidden cellar. Made out own booze down d'ere. Arden and mine side business."
Knox offered him a job to make drugs. Ernie never had before, but it can't be to hard. He could make them booze. He knew how to do that maybe that would tie them over for now.
"How about this. I can get you drunk, I can make some fine booze, but drugs that's new to me. I mean sure I grew some weed growing up but never anything hardcore. I may be able to do meth if I find s raw supply. My drug dealer's house may have some, I bet it's untouched. He was a crazy guy, out in the swamp. Own private island, private man."
"I just don't want to get in that position. Been there once before, don't want it to end that way. I couldn't handle it," Shaun said looking at the car. "We'll see how it goes, see if i,can even get it going. I'll think about it. I don't want to take your only vehicle, you may need it later. I can always find another."
"There's some tools over there. Guess I'll get to work fixing this," Shaun said calmly placing his bag on the dusty floor. He leaned his pitchfork against the car. "You should check for anything else useful." He moved around the car, popping the hood. Scout laid near his pack as Shaun looked at the other three.
He watched Arden approach, and say something to Remy. Arden pulled her away, leaving just him and Nolan. "Ill get working then," he said starting to work on the engine and get the car to start.
Arden dragged the corpse off to the side, giving Shaun room to work. He then moved along the car, checking it out himself. The wheels were good, it was rusted old, but not missing anything he could see. The dried blood could be dealt with later, only a problem for whoever drove it.
He approached Remy, leaning in close. "Need a word with you, outside the barn," he said calmly only enough for her to hear. Arden then walked out of the barn, away from ear shot of Shaun and Nolan. He could still see them, making sure they did nothing wrong. He doubted either would,mouth he was ready with his gun just in case.
Arden looked at Remy and cleared his throat. "You really want tomhelpmthis guy? He looks crazy? And what about no one else. If he can fix the car that's great, but we don't owe him anything after that. And he ain't comin' with us." Arden paused, looking away. "We're close to the property, but I don't want to go all the way in. If those fuckers are still there, I ain't taking that risk. There a clearing we can park the car at, and watch them after that, make sure they aren't there."
He looked back at Remy. "I know where the house Shaun is looking for too, or I think I do. It's an old house, one side burnt down. Kids would party there in school, or used to. Druggies used it as s den, was a meth lab for a bit too. It ain't what he'll be expectin'. If this is the place. He won't want to see it."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jan 15, 2016 11:55:09 GMT -5
Remy pulled the gas cans closer to the car and flipped open the rusty cap on the side in hopes of figuring out if there was any gas for them to get it moving. As she was knocking on the side of the car to listen for the sound of a hollow gas tank, Arden came up and whispered in her ear. Slowly she got up and followed him outside the barn for this cousin-to-cousin conversation. When he spoke about Shaun looking crazy, she shot him a look of disbelief.
"A lot of people look crazy these days, you included Arden." She paced a bit outside, kicking softly at overgrown weeds that poked out from the dirt driveway that led inside. As he spoke about the property that Shaun wanted to go to, she considered their options. He also spoke about their own property being overrun she knew they couldn't take any chances..certainly not with just the both of them. She had no idea where Nolan was planning on going but they both had no intention of letting him stay on their property. However, they did need to consider what they were going to do to get their property back. "So you say we just drop him off at that junkie house and leave him? And how do you propose we get the house back Arden? I ain't got a gun and there's only two of us. If you and Ellie were run off then I'm pretty sure it wasn't just one guy there to push you both around. There may be more with them too."
She moved to the side of the barn and leaned against the wall, shoving her hands into the pockets of the jeans as she looked up to the sun and closed her eyes. It felt good against the cold air outside but at least it wasn't snowing. She didn't care much for snow at all. It was one of the reasons she hated Colorado as soon as they got there from Florida. "I think Shaun just wants to find family, just like we do. Nolan, I don't suspect he knows where he needs to go now. We just need to get the car started and we'll figure it out from there."
After she spoke, her mind started to wander, thinking about Luca and wondering where he was right now. She missed him. She missed sleeping next to him. He was warm against the cold air and he knew how to make her feel safe just by being there. She trusted him when it came to keeping her alive and he even said to her that no matter what, he wouldn't leave. She missed the sound of his voice and when she thought of the last words he spoke to her, she found herself holding back tears again. Her head turned to see the farm house about 100 yards away and she gritted her teeth to hold it all back.
"Yeah. It look at him," Arden pointed casually, "he ain't taked a bath in weeks. His clothes are old as hell, like he been wearing them and for weeks. He walked so long his shoes are worn through. His beard gets any longer and he'll rival uncle earls. That and he's defeated, you can see it in his eyes. He gave up Remy, he'll be shit help."
Arden kicked some dirt. "But you're right. We need guns, and more bodies mean we're less of a target. But he doesn't have any guns either, we can get the element of surprise on them, use Moltovs like we did at dah bar. We can keep them with us for now, maybe they have ideas on how to fight thirty men. I took some out, but I bet numbers are still up there."
Arden watched Remy move to the side of the barn. "I'll keep watch on them. Be safe, yell if you get in trouble."
He made his way back to the barn. Finding a stool he sat down. He watched them, watched them work. A shotgun on his lap he spit to the ground. He wasn't going anywhere.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jan 16, 2016 7:40:49 GMT -5
Remy shot a look to Arden as he spoke about Shaun's appearance. "Then I'll get him a razor and a change of clothes. Looks like you could use some also." She smirked as she started towards the house but when he spoke about how many men were occupying their house she turned back around.
"Thirty? Seriously? How the hell are we supposed to fight that? Even if Nolan and Shaun come with us, there's...there's no way Arden!"
That was about the same amount of men Acer had, or so it seemed like and too many people in Colette's camp had died for that battle.
"We better think of a better plan."
They had time at least, although if it was impossible to get the house back, where would she go? Would it be worth it to stay in Louisiana or would she have to find another place? Maybe Colette would let her back into the hotel, but would Arden come with her? Maybe they could collect a new group and get the homestead back. Or maybe they would just have to find a boat and head deeper into the Bayou to find an abandoned house. There were a lot of things she wanted that she would never get back she feared.
When she got to the front door of the house, the screened, wooden door was half off the hinges. She made sure she had a tight grip on the bat as she slowly started to open it, tapping on the solid door behind it as if she were waiting for someone to answer her calling. She waited and listened and when nothing started to claw at the door, she felt it safe enough to open the front door. Slowly she opened it, prepared to kill anything that may come out from around any corner at her, but so far, it was quiet. She heard some racket in the kitchen and when she made sure the living room was clear, she moved around a wall to see a walker trapped beneath a fallen kitchen hutch. The windows were open and bright as the sun shone through and she could see the woodwork of the hutch was intricate..probably a family heirloom. Broken china and glass was scattered across the floor and the walker was desperate to get out and get to her.
She stood there for the longest time, staring at the walker that looked like he was older when he was still alive. He likely didn't have the strength to free himself from under the heavy furniture and she wondered if anyone really would. Then a thought that had never crossed her mind before, suddenly crossed. What if the walker were to take a chunk out of her? What if she were to let it? What if she let her end days be spent in this farm house, on this property in the relative quiet of the Louisiana Bayou? Would that be so bad?
She snapped out of it and shook her head. She would leave that thought buried in her mind as she turned away from the trapped walker, hearing it flailing its arms against the floor and broken glass as she started up the stairs. Maybe the old man had some clothing for the guys she could bring back down.
"I'm rough balling," Arden said calmly, "maybe be less, may be more. I took down six by myself, probably more with the fire. It's been weeks since then, they may not even be there. Hell the house may not even be standing anymore. Fire may have taken it down. I did t get an exact count of the people there either, I just know they had two trucks full, and six sitting around. Either way, they're dead, now or later."
He watched her go. "Find a gun in there. Farm like this, probably had shotguns, something to kill gators and animals."
I'm the barn he watched Nolan and Shaun, his mind going over a plan they could do. He was stu led, at least until he could see them. If it was up to him he'd just rush forward, kill as many as he could. Then come back again and again until they were dead. He knew the property, knew routes, cover, secrets. He could take the, he was sure of it.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jan 18, 2016 7:14:14 GMT -5
Remy looked around upstairs, pulling out some pants and a thermal shirt that Shaun could possibly wear. In the closet she found boots with old mud still glued to the soles and toes that he could wear. She rummaged through more clothing, finding a comfortable woolen, woman's wrap she could wear in the cold to stave off wind. While digging around, she found a rifle, still in a carrying case and a box of ammo that she could only assume went with it. There wasn't much more she could scavenge from the closet.
In the bathroom she found a large beach bag that she stuffed the clothing in, while getting aspirin from the medicine closet. It took her some time to go through the house and gather up things here and there. A jar of peanut butter, some steak knives and another bottle of pain pills she found in the kitchen. Other then that, everything was useless decorations that should just be left where they were. Material items had no use in this world.
She left the house, leaving the trapped walker behind as she came back out to the barn. "Arden, I found a rifle. Shaun, I got you some new clothes." She didn't know what Nolan needed so she wasn't sure what she could bring him back to the barn. She walked over to him and set the beach bag and rifle down, hands on her hips as she looked over the car.
Arden melt watching Shaun and Nolan. They both seemed to be working hard on the car. He looked around the barn, not much here immediately useful,but junk. Maybe In a long shot term it would be useful. Something they could take note of later. Spare junk and parts.
He sat up Remy approached, carrying a bag and a rifle. Arden jumped up, the stool falling behind him. "What you find," he asked quickly. Listening to her answer.
He reached for the rifle, taking it from her. He dropped the case and held the gun in his hand. Looking at it he put it up to his eye, looking down the sights, it was old, well used, but could still work. He checked the clips, empty, not loaded. Moving the barrel he acted as if he put in a shell. Looked like it could hold five shots before reload. He squeezed the trigger, it was stiff, haven't been used in a while. The sights were dirty, dust, and scratched. It at be a problem if someone wasn't a decent shot.
"That leaves four weapons, depending if Nolan has more than just his rifle. My shotgun, revolver, and the two rifles. Not the best artillery, but it's a start. Will be shit use against all of them. They were all armed, same kinda weapons from what I saw. May be difficult, wish we found more." He looked up at Remy, "what else you got in the bag?"
Arden set the rifle aside, on top of the dropped case. He looked at car, hesring the engine rev to life. At least they had a ride,
Shaun worked on the car, not that it needed much worked. He replaced a part here from a bother, ones that had gotten old. Or he tightened and loosened valves, operating the best he could. The oil was low, but he dressed the other vehicles nearby, replacing it the best he could. They would have to stop often, didn't want to overheat with the low coolant. Gas was another problem,mthe could do about a days worth of driving if they were easy with it. There was just above a quarter tank, but this model wasn't a gas guzzler like the last one.
He felt Arden watching his every move. Like a lion watching it's prey. The man just stared, it was a little awkward, and sent chills down his spine. Scout slept, finding comfort in the big group of people, he felt safer than Shaun did. At least the dog trusted them, couldn't be to bad. Nolan was a good help, offering advice and moving parts he couldn't reach.
When Remt entered the barn Shaun looked up. Ducking out from under the hood. He saw the bag of clothes, and the gun. Arden immediately grabbed the rifle as are y mentioned clothes for Shaun. He hadn't put much thought into it, being alone for so long, he wasn't worried about the smell, and Scout didn't care. It had been him for the last month, he showered very little. The clothes her wore were warn, his change stilled the day his son died. He looked down, not saying anything.
His son, gone, thought months ago it still felt fresh. He could still see him slipping away, life draining in his eyes. Having to, kill him, before he turned. He couldn't do it, not at first. But eventually he did, that was the last time he held a gun. Last time he will ever hold one at someone he loved. He couldn't go through that, not again.
He looked up his mind going back to the clothes. "Thank you," he said calmly, "it's been so long, guess I got used to the smell. I apologize." He whipped his greesey hands on the legs of his pants. "I'll go get changed then, maybe see if they have running water."
Then Remy asked about the car. He had almost forgotten. Arden went off about guns, and people, want people. Shaun didn't care. He slid into the driver seat and started the key. The engine roared to life, slowly as if it was cold. He quickly shut it off and climbed out, "starts alright, should be able to get us, you, wherever you need to be."
"I got this rifle," Nolan began while digging into his bag to produce twin fully customized black metal 9mm with the Punisher logos on the handles, "Frank and Castle. These were my sons birthday presents from three years ago. They were meant for collecting but they've come in handy since."
Nolan lit another cigarette while taking the time to wipe his hands, "I've been formulating a couple plans about your home invasion given it ain't burnt down as you said. Is there a tree line around the property? I believe attacking them at night is a safe bet for victory."
As Nolan puffed away he noticed that with his mind preoccupied he didn't have the shakes from alcohol withdraw and he thought less about his dead family. Nolan picked up a stick and in the mud drew a rough sketch, "I don't know the property at all but you can fill in the details because it don't matter a shit in a cat box if they got more guns or tanks or anything as long as we plan right," he drew a circle around the box marked 'H' for house, "If you got a thick tree line and any one of you can shoot we got'em. I don't want moltovs because they will burn everything but we need something to burn around the entire house as a means to blind them within the circle while two of us in the tree lines fire on them one by one as they come."
Nolan tossed his smoke and lit another, "While the fire and press firing hails down on them two more can rush the property quiet as church mice picking them off behind."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jan 19, 2016 11:08:58 GMT -5
"Ain't no need to apologize Shaun. I didn't check for running water, but there's probably a hand pump. These old farms usually have them with a well. Not sure how warm that water's gonna be though."
Arden grabbed the gun and Nolan spoke about his own supply of guns and ammo, but then he started talking about how they could overcome a group that had them vastly outnumbered. She pulled her hair back and looked at him, shaking her head. "Arden says there's at least thirty guys there. There's four of us. And quite honestly, there's only three of us that knows how to use a gun. No man, that's crazy. We need to get close to the property and watch them. Figure out their movements and figure out a plan from there."
She knew they would also need more weapons if they were going to make this happen, but she couldn't fathom how the four of them would be like ninjas in the middle of the night leaving behind a blood bath. She wasn't even sure she could be like that. She had no idea who these people were that chased off her family and she knew she wasn't a cold-blooded killer. She also knew she probably couldn't live with the group that chased Arden off, especially after he said he killed some of them off. They were as good as dead if they attempted to negotiate. What they needed was more people to help them. "There's trees around the property, but a large clearing around the house, all the way to the river. We can't use the cover of trees to overtake them. The clearing was used for a bit of farming, some gardening, fire pit and family get-togethers. Arden, are any of the neighbors still alive? Maybe they can help us."
Knox took the baggie as it was thrown to him. It was either cocaine or heroin and Ernie explained it was heroin. A couple of his men smiled at the thought of getting that high again and he really didn't care. It's not like they were going to jail or anything like that anymore. Anything illegal was legal again and that's the way he liked this life. He was a murdering son of a bitch before and now he was a gleeful murdering son of a bitch if anyone got in his way. He tossed the baggie to one of the men behind him that seemed to be watering at the mouth.
As he approached Ernie, he placed a strong hand on his shoulder and grinned.
"Alright then. I'll take the drink. You can make the booze and figure out a way to make some drugs and we'll just have to keep you around. Sound like a good deal? Because honestly, that sounds like the best deal in town if you ask me."
He grinned as he started to lead Ernie towards the basement door but he wasn't going to let him off that easy. The gun was still pulled out and as he opened the door, he put the gun to Ernie's head again and pointed for him to head downstairs.
"Now, here's the thing. Don't try anything stupid. Let's get that booze."
Shaun bunched up the clothes Remy had collected, tucking them under his arm. He left everything else, letting them look it over. He waited until Remy was done talking, watching and studying Arden. Nolan drew out a plan in the dirt, Scout continued to sleep. He would do so, until Shaun called him up again. Remy mentioned having three people who knew how to shoot.
"So you three all know how to shoot, that's good," Shaun added calmly. "I myself, I know how, aim pull the trigger, but I'm not a good shot. I can't hit anything worth a dam, fired a gun maybe five times in my life, only three after this. The other two I was about ten. I defiantly am not one to rely on for shooting."
"Now I'm going to go get cleaned up, we can plan more after I'm done, or decide without me. I did my part." He looked at them waiting a response. When he answered he made his way to the house. He went to the kitchen testing the tap. Nothing happened. Setting the clothes in the counter he made his way outside.
He pumped the pump a few times and heard the sound of water flowing. It didn't take long before he made his way back inside. Grabbing the clothes he quickly showered, washing away the layer of grime. He dried off, got dressed in the clothes Remy had provided. They were a little tight, the shirt exposing a lot of his muscles. But it would do.
He laced his boots up, making his way back to the barn.
Arden watched Nolan produce his weapons. They weren't still enough, but a start. Dual pistols may look cool, but your aim was shit with two guns instead of one. They would be best to have one for everyone, aim and make their shots. His guns had terrible range, but Nolan's seemed better, as did the rifle.
"We got ammo for all these," he asked Watching Nolan's hands shake. If he had to guess it was something serious, looked like withdrawal of an addict. Ernie would get those when he withheld his fix. He wondered how his aim would be because of it.
Shaun said he couldn't shoot, and Arden nodded. That was normal, not much they could do about it. He knew Remy wasn't a good shot, and guessed Nolan was the same. It was a challenge, but the element of surprise would change that. Shaun walked off and Arden looked down at the map.
He saw the H for house. "There's trees wrapping around the south and west side. Lots of coverage, same to the east. Really only one way out, small trail through the trees south of it too. Only other one was the north road leading to it.
He watched them. "Remy is right though. We watch first,can worry about what we do when we see what we're up against. May not even be anything there anyway. They may have moved on."
He looked back at Remy. "I was gone four months, don't know who's alive or dead. I was trying to find Ernie's sorry ass, someone know who's around. When I left a few were. My guess, the thugs ran them out as they did Ellie and her friends."
Ernie watched as Knox tossed the bag to one of his crew. He clapped his hands excitedly. "There you go, good shit, promise," he said with laugh. He felt the old mans hand on his shoulder, heard him ask about the booze. Ernie smiled grinning from ear to ear. The booze was why he had returned, get to the distillery and get a good drink.
As he hobbled down toward the cellar he opened the door and went down. He looked at the man and whipped his hand on his chest, moving it down along his torso. "Alright, let's get you drunk."
In the cellar he went to the centre of the room. It was a cold damp room, stone walls and a wooden floor. All of it was temporary, not dug into the ground. The house was raised, unable to have true basements.
He pulled at a panel on the floor revealing a hole in the ground. Inside was a distiller, making them able to make moonshine within. It was old, from back when booze was hard to get. Arden always said they had relatives who ran it in the depression to the big shots in town. Them and everyother redneck with a hole in the ground.
Beside the distiller was some jars in a crate, filled with, moonshine. Ernie stepped down the small rotting wooden stars and grabbed a jar. He handed it up to Knox. "There, try some bud."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jan 21, 2016 6:18:28 GMT -5
Remy sat on the edge of an empty crate as Arden talked about the property as he looked over the little drawing in the sand. She just sat and listened, considering she had no skill when it came to using guns. It seemed like Shaun had no skills with them either. That made two of them that could actually do damage with weapons.
"At this rate, it sounds like you two will be the ones firing the guns. Me and Shaun can't do shit with them. Arden, wasn't there some sort of Army/Navy store around here somewhere? Maybe we can hope it wasn't picked clean and see what they have."
She looked over and Shaun was coming back, but this time, he looked like a different person. He was cleaned up and his beard was trimmed just a little bit. She tried not to stare too long before turning her eyes back to the ground and blushing a bit. "You clean up well, Shaun."
Knox took the jar and swirled the liquid inside a little bit. For all he knew it could be dirt water or runoff from the local sewer. If that were the case, Ernie would get a bullet to the head. Really, anything other then moonshine would earn Ernie a bullet in the brain.
He took a small sip of the bitter fluid and winced a little bit at how harsh it was. "Jesus, it's like drinking rubbing alcohol." Now that he knew what drinking rubbing alcohol was like, but if there was going to be a comparison to it, this was it.
He took another sip, this time a little longer and already felt his fingers and toes start to tingle from the taste of it.
"Well, looks like you got yourself a job there, son."
He started back up the steps, hearing the creak of the wood around them from this makeshift bunker beneath the house, bringing the jar back in as he made his proclaimation. "Looks like we got ourselves some good old fashioned hooch, boys."
He laughed as he held it up, giving cheers, before taking another sip and leaving the rest to the others as he set it on a kitchen counter top.
"Okay Ernie, why don't you figure out what you need to make more and gather up a list to make some meth. A couple of my boys can to with you to watch your back if you need to hit up a couple of houses. If anyone is alive, kill them."
"Place will be picked clean. You'll be lucky to find shells under the desk. Think they cleared it out not even a month in. Any store that screamed guns was picked over first thing. Unless you got there first, no guns." Arden said looking at the ground again. "Attacking at night would work best hit them when they don't expect it. We take out the ones on watch, hope we can bum rush the rest before they get up." He spat onto the ground, "but we watch them first."
He saw Shaun come back, cleaned up. Remy made a comment and he Arden just glared. He moved around, thinking of ways, ways they could defeat the gang holding up there property. They would need weapons, bodies, canon fodder. He looked at Remy. "I know where we can get guns. One of dah crazy farmers, not far from here. He stockpiled weapons, ammo. Thought the world would end and come down to an arms race. Pretty much has. He's dead, some 'im as a corpse the other month, missing an arm. We find his property,me can get guns, we just need people to shoot them."
Shaun looked up Remy spoke. "Thank you," he said calmly, not taking much brother to it. His hair was still damp, but he wasn't focussed on his appearance, more on the task at hand. They were discussing guns, gangs, ambushing. It sounded dangerous, what had he walking in to? Scout's ear perked up at the talking and Shaun went to his side.
"So let me get this straight," he said again calm, a little more urgency in his voice. "You want to fight people. People who have taken over your property. That makes sense. But you want just us to fight them, the four of us. You expect us to survive that? I'm not much of a fighter, I don't know how much help I will be. But I can assist. I won't risk my life though, if it gets out of hand I'll leave. I don't need to die, not yet anyway."
He looked away. "Getting more guns, unless we find people,to use them, they won't be much use. Scouting the area, watching guard shifts, probably the best bet right now."