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Post by Dark Nomad on Feb 23, 2015 21:28:20 GMT -5
John was quick on the boy's heels as he had run off. If not for John, one of the walkers would have gotten him by now. John did everything he could to clear the path. It was getting blocked by walkers but they weren't looking his way, so he was able to easily ambush them as he ran along. He checked back every few seconds to make sure that the rest were safe. That's when he heard the first gunshot from the man's pistol. He might not have been able to fight but he was able to defend himself and the group. John swore under his breath as he kept moving. The gunshot would have riled up the herd again. It was amazing how big it was and even if the gate hadn't been destroyed, they would have gotten in eventually. John kept the group moving as the kept defending them from walkers. He kept doing it so that the gun didn't have to be used too much. He knew he was going to have to help the others while they got over the fence.
Once they reached it, the others started over as he protected them all. The little ones had to be helped up while an adult straddled the fence and handed them over. John kept killing the walkers as they came, causing him to get bloody and messy quick. Before she climbed over the fence, the mother of the girl addressed John. She was a beautiful brunette who was closer to Susie's age. "I hope once things settle down, you can show me how to use that crossbow. Thanks for saving us." She said to him before climbing over. He could feel a smile on his own face before he responded. "It's a date then." He saw her smile on the other side of the fence. Once everyone was over, he followed suit. He had stayed long enough, now it was his turn to run away and survive.
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Post by Winters on Feb 24, 2015 1:28:36 GMT -5
"Two, four, six, eight..." He counted in his head. Steven had watched the whole group of them all get away, without taking any casulties. John really knew that he was doing, that much was certain, if not before then it definitely proved now. He hadnt gotten much opportunity to see the man, but heard some stories, whether or not they were true. Judging by what he seen, they had to be. Once everybody had gotten past and out of harms way, Steven watched as the clusters of undead flowed past another street, aiming in the direction that the gunshot came from. But he could get a good view from where he was at, so it was impossible to tell who it was, or if they were alive by now, only that they didnt go for the fence this direction if they did get away. Judging by the lack of anymore gunfire, he didnt, so Steven adjusted his view on the house, and Danica.
The house had been large enough to make a search short, probably wouldnt have enough time to look in all of the room, as even some of the infected had been starting to break in through the windows already. Though they had been reinforced, which was good, but it still didnt give her enough time to search everywhere. The top floor seemed most obvious, higher up, window access, but Danicas gut was telling her that whoever was inside was in the basement, much like the last house. Without having any time to search the bottom floor, the infected began to come in, there wasnt anymore time. "Whoever is in the house, stairwell is clear, so is the back lawn behind it. I got you covered, we can get out, but you have to go now, or youre probably not getting a chance." Maybe the place was empty, maybe it wasnt, but they had only another fourty five seconds to make their move.
Fifteen minutes had passed, and Jackson was on the right road. The same tracks, it was their truck. The snowfall started not long ago, and had been picking up quickly. It wasnt all too cold, but blinding, especially if anybody was on foot, which hopefully the ones from the town had been by now. But after following the tracks, only narrowly seeing through the dim lights of the truck, Jackson seen the rig. He almost crashed into it, sliding to a stop. Getting out with his lever action in hand, he immediately checked the truck, but nobody was inside it. And at this point, the tracks were covered. "Sh*t..."
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Post by Dark Nomad on Feb 24, 2015 11:04:12 GMT -5
John was shivering in the snow, but he was keeping warm and busy by moving and keeping walkers off the group. He still couldn't believe he had left his jacket and vest in the truck with Rey and Madison. That's when the older man mocked his outfit. "That's not a very good outfit for the cold, there." After he said that he handed John his coat since he had a sweatshirt on. John took it and nodded his appreciation before speaking. "S'what happens when I leave my jacket in the truck ta save ya. I ain't complainin' just sayin' the facts is all. Wasn't thinkin' n now I ain't got my jacket." He kept the group moving in the direction of where the trucks would go and then planned to follow the tracks. Once he found the tracks, they were too far away from the town to attract walkers to them. It was getting late in the year for it to still be snowing, and John couldn't wait for spring. He knew spring would bring out all the animals from hibernation and so he could hunt more. He also wasn't sure what the next step was for the town.
John was having trouble seeing very far but two red dots in the distance burned bright enough once he got closer. He knew it was one of the trucks. His new friend was close by him and he didn't know what to say to her but her company wasn't shunned either. He was focusing on their surroundings and getting them to safety. She decided to talk to him. "Do you know my name?" She asked John but he shook his head. "Well I know your's. Everyone does. Well mind's Sarah. And my daughter is Shannon." She continued on but John was being quiet. Then he broke the awkward silence with a comment of his own. "Sarah. I like that name. Well I'm glad I saved ya both." He was more glad he made the right choice rather than taking care of himself.
Once they got close to the truck they saw that there were the two trucks. Once he got close, he readied his aim with his crossbow but came around to see Jackson. "Sh*t, Jackson. Jus' yer ass out in this blizzard? Where's the girls n Joe?" He asked Jackson as he searched into the other truck. His jacket and vest were missing too. He figured one of them put it on before leaving the truck. He then turned but saw no tracks and kicked the snow in frustration. He had no idea why they were gone and where they were headed.
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Post by Winters on Feb 24, 2015 12:24:03 GMT -5
It was an unfortunate incident. Not being able to see ten feet in front of you, aside from the lights on the truck, which Jackson was hoping would be enough for John. Though he hated to leave the battery running, the gas still had fuel, but not much in Josephs. Before he could gather up another good reason why they abandoned the vehicle, he turned to see the shifting of people, but was glad it had been John, and seven other people from what he could see. Certainly a lot more than he was expecting, that much was for sure. As he asked about the others though, Jackson responded with the only thing he could "No clue. I was late getting here, but then this snow started, and by the time I showed up, truck was gone. So were the tracks, as you can see. Thought maybe they ran out of fuel and kept going, but thats the thing, their truck is a little under halfway."
Important as they might have been, considering the amount of people John had rescued from the town, the loss wouldnt have been so bad if the worst case scenario took its toll. Still, he believed they were out there, but searching for them would have to come second priority. Looking down the road, Jackson was sure it had been on track back to the Trans Canada, not far from it at least. Thats what made their town popular, highway access. But it wasnt the next thought in his mind for the girls. "Snows not stopping, only getting worse. We need to get somewhere, find a house up the mile marker, or even just sit in the trucks until it calms down. We cant go out onto the highway, snow is too thick since its a huge clearing, there would be less visability then were have here now, which is saying a lot. Dont think Joseph kept on the road, especially if they did make it to the highway."
There was plenty of room for everyone in both of the trucks. Five in each easy, considering their had been children. Jack was the first inside, and opened up all of the door allow the others in. Whether John thought they should keep going, or stay put, eveybody needed to get inside none the less, so it was their next move. Thinking in short was what they needed to do, keep focused on the current problems, not the ones in front of them. Their wholes lives were going to be a problem for them, but it wouldnt mean anything if they didnt get through now.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Mar 1, 2015 21:51:25 GMT -5
He wanted to search for his friends but these people's safety came first. "Alright, Jack, le's get goin'. I know a place near the highway. I used ta use it while huntin'. I stocked it with wood n deer jerky. Should keep us til others show up. It ain't out a the way or nothin', n the smoke might bring the others." He explained to Jackson before jumping into the driver seat of the front truck to lead the way. He saw the puncture hole on the gas tank but the gauge read that he had more than enough fuel to get to the house. John was also mad at the weather because it was almost spring and it was snowing in sheets. He grumbled something mean about Canadian weather before firing up the truck. As they pushed their way through the snow, John was glad to have picked the house as one of his places to stay at night. It gave him an escape in case something had ever happened. He also wasn't sure about all the female attention he was getting lately. He guessed that doing what was right and what others couldn't made him a rock star of the apocalypse. He just shrugged to himself and accepted it.
Sarah was riding in the middle of the front seat with her daughter in the back seat. She was the youngest child of the group so it was better that she got a seat. The older man was sitting next to Sarah in the front and two of the other younger children were in the back. The rest had loaded into Jackson's truck. They got to the home in no time and he lead everyone inside. Once everyone was situated he started up a fire. After he did that, he returned the jacket to its owner before grabbing a spare he had grabbed and stored there if he ever needed to replace his old one. It was a biker's with the patches and all. He chuckled as he remembered Chris trying to take down the One Percenters, who's jacket he was now wearing. He then took a bag of the dried foods he had and handed them off to the others. He was going to go and keep watch when Sarah decided to follow him outside. He just sat on the porch and looked out into the awful blizzard. He was sure Jackson was going to come out in a minute.
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Post by Winters on Mar 1, 2015 23:28:18 GMT -5
Normally in the event like this, their plans had all been to keep the town. All of them failed, no matter how hard Jackson tried, he needed to shake off the defeat, and just keep going toward the next thing. They could take the town over again, and go back to the way things were, but it would take time, and the blizzard would have probably done something good for them. The infected werent too font of the snow, meaning if it kept up the way it did, half the towns undead citizens would be frozen solid by the time they made their movie. Glass half full as it was, it also meant that if there had been anybody else inside the town, they were in for a terrible next few days. It was better than the alternative, which was death. So in his eyes, they may have lost, but he wasnt throwing in the towel just yet.
No matter how much he wanted to just leave, do something on his own for a change, he had a duty to these people now. Everybody did, and it made him a better person than he was before when he was just a bitter man trying to avenge the death of his family. Accepting things came second nature to him now, but he still thought about whether or not those people he helped back in 1998 did some good, or even if they were still alive today, surviving just as he was. There was no way to tell at this point, so again, a loss he just needed to accept.
Jackson seen John and another woman from the group go out onto the patio of the log cabin. It was still farily cold out, cold enough for a blizzard, but between the alcove and the formation of the trees around them, the winds hadnt been too strong in their area. He was going to go outside and talk to John about where the others might be, but in all honesty, it was something he himself already figured out. Only so many places they could be, and his plan to come here and get a fire going was the best course of action. A passive help they could lend to them. The only thing that worried him now was how Reylene had been holding up. She was terrible when she was brought in, and after all of this happened, it wouldnt have made the recovery process any easier. Being the way she was or not, people were risking their lives for her, and from the short time Jackson spent around her, she was trouble to begin with.
Putting it aside right now, he decided that if the woman outside and John were going to have their moment, they had their chance, but knowing John well enough, it wouldnt have mattered. The handful of people inside were all warm and fed now, had their blankets, things they needed, and the kids had been calm, which was surprising. So Jackson finally left for the patio. Quietly, he stepped outside, looking at the light blowing snow begin to pick up over the trees, and remebered Johns frustation with it. "Canadian winters. I spent a lot of time up north here, before all this, I mean. The wind does something different. Channels it more strong, colder than down in the United States. Works wonders for our undead friends, unfortunately the gunfire was reward enough for them to brave the temperature. I thought coming up here would be better, but it just has its different set of problems."
Feezing the undead was what Jackson had in mind. It wasnt too farfetched to thing, as he seen plenty of them frozen in the ice. Then dispatching them was the easy part. Problem was, not enough people had the same idea, and didnt take advantage of the situation. So the infected all froze, and when it started warming up, they came in harder waves. Bigger clusters. Between that and the gunfire, it made for the hoade they ran into. Wasnt their own fault, it was their first harsh winter, they had no idea how bad it wouldve gotten. "If we do this again next year, we can be out there hunting them. Clearing towns is one thing, but constantly hunting them. Thats the key, im thinking. Anyways, these people are set. If you wanted to go for a scout, keeping to the treeline would be a good idea. Doesnt blow as hard, we can do it. Or wait. I dont have very much patience, and waiting wouldnt hurt, but going out there now wouldnt hurt either. Its your call."
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Post by Dark Nomad on Mar 4, 2015 18:33:34 GMT -5
John just sat on the porch. He didn't see a reason to go out that far from the house. They wouldn't be able to barely see it. If anything happened to the house, they wouldn't be able to see it before it was too late. John shook his head and thought about it. "Nah. Treeline's too far. We won't be able ta see anythin' comin' 'fore it's too late. I'd rather guard the house, if any a our people come by, we can grab them. If this damn storm lets up, the smoke will attract others, n we can scout the area. Otherwise all we can do is sit n wait." He explained before unslinging his crossbow and started working on it. It was funny to him that despite wanting to try new weapons, he always ended up with just his crossbow. He was messing with the string and area near the stirrup to make sure it was kept in the best condition possible. Once he was done with that, he started cleaning the blood off of his bolts. All while he was doing this, Sarah was watching him. It was obvious that she had a crush on him. He wasn't sure how to reciprocate the feeling or even the looks. He just kept his eyes on his most prized possession. His second was his vest.
He was hoping one of the girls was wearing it or keeping it. He didn't want it to be lost forever. He still was cursing himself for forgetting his vest, jacket, and the bow he had grabbed. How he had made such a clumsy mistake eluded him. He figured part of it had to do with being comfortable with his crossbow. It was funny to him that comfortability came from a weapon. Then he realized that the crossbow had been with him since Raccoon City. The weapon saved his life for so long he figured he owed it special attention. He had had the thing since 1998. Once he was done cleaning the bolts, he placed the bolts in the spots that held them on the crossbow and loaded the last one into it. He was done with it and decided to look at Sarah in the face. She was obviously cold but she wasn't going inside. His lips formed a thin line as he thought of what to say to her. "Ya should go inside n warm up. I'll take first watch. I ain't cold. Hopefully this snow lets up." He figured out what to say but realized it also sounded kind of stupid. He sighed but got up and turned to the door. Before she went inside she kissed him quickly, almost rushing into the action before she could take it back, and then walked toward the door. "Thanks for everything." She said before going inside.
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Post by Winters on Mar 4, 2015 22:19:51 GMT -5
"The hell with this sh*t. Steven, im coming up. Cant do anything until this snow stops, or at least tomorrow when its daylight. Too dangerous, and cold." Danica spoke into the radio, turning it off to save battery power, and made her way back towards the large tower. It wasnt far, and by now, the infected on the streets had all been mindlessly walking around, or on the ground, knees too frozen to move. She didnt exactly know how they still moved, only that she liked them better when they werent moving, preferably with a hole in their head, but this must have gotten cold and slow quickly with how old their blood was. The only ones that were quicker had been the ones bitten when it all happened, and they were too busy feasting. The other were just annoying.
The route to the tower was easy, and after five minutes of jogging around the undead, Danica pushed open the door, Steven on the other side ready with a shelf. Together they pushed it back, and could hear the tapping, but there was no way they could get through considering how weak they were right now. It would be a great time to take care of them, but Danica was too hungry and tired to do even attempt any sort of extended combat. "You smell like sh*t." He commented. As they got to the top, Steven locked the door behind them for good measure, and stayed in the candle lit third floor archway, a tarp rattling against the window to keep most of the light blinded out. Not that anybody would see through the snow anyways. The pair had a blanket, and much as he was fine with sharing, Danica took it in an instant. "Why thank you. You were sitting up here all way, eating stale crackers and watch my fine ass run around, working just about every muscle in my body. Im taking this blanket, you can go f*ck yourself. And no, were not sharing."
Steven really didnt feel like it anyways, it was too small, and Danica really smelled like a zombie with how bloody she had been. Though he didnt come out and say it, his silence was good enough to let her know that he wasnt going anywhere near her. "Sure thing. Im going to get some shuteye though. Cant see anything down there now anymore." But it seemed Danica had already been in the corner, wrapped up in the blanket. She was ready to sleep, but her mind was still going. This meant during her nap, she would be killing zombies. Because come tomorrow, whether the snow stops or not, she was going to kill every last one of them inside these walls, and take this place back.
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Jackson slowely nodded, thinking that John was probably right, and headed back inside. Nothing else needed to be said, they were better off staying together, and they both knew it. Usually always was a good idea in the first place, and considering what they just went through in the town, it would be good to settle in for the night. If he was taking first watch, than that meant he was going to be sleeping, something he was surprisingly good at. All of the people had been together, and the fire was keeping the place very well heated, if the mass amount of people in a single room didnt already.
To help ease his mind while he tried to sleep, Jackson took his place dont against the wall, and closed his eyes. He was planning something, had been for months now, since the start of Winter. Come spring time, Jackson wanted to drive the rail lines in a truck, and clear them all off. At one station or another would be a train, and he knew how to get them running. It would take a lot of manpower, probably a year or two at most, but eventually, he wanted to have the railroad running again. A goal like this made him happy, not just for the fact it would help so many people, he really didnt care about helping them. But because it was a hard job, and something he was good at. It reminded him of life before everything. With that on his mind, Jackson fell asleep, the wind whistling outside of the walls.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Mar 5, 2015 17:24:01 GMT -5
John sat on the porch as nothing happened for most of the night. Once the snow let up he made rounds around the house. He never went further than two arms' length away from the house. He had lied about being cold but when Sarah had kissed him, he felt warm. That was how he kept warm, just thinking about that one action. He was like a kid again but he had been too long without any sort of affection. Madison had run away with Rey and he had alienated himself from Susie. That was months ago. Since then he had supplied the town with food and helped keep the walker population down in the area. He had no clue where this massive herd had come from. They might have followed the war path of their mutant attacker, or just seriously dumb luck gathered them all together. Either way, they had overrun the town. Once daylight twinkled over the treeline, John got ready to go inside. He lit another cigarette outside as he walked the parameter of the house one last time.
As he got around to the backside of the house, he heard talking from what sounded like a group of men. They were discussing the smoke and John knew he had to get some of the others outside to back him up. He didn't get a chance before they emerged from the brush. "See I told ya there was... Oi, whatcha doin' out here, biker? Playin' little house on the prairie, eh? Why don't ya drop the crossbow and get us some food before we kill ya for it." The one who seemed to be leading the group said while holding up an assault rifle. There were five of them and John had taken out more with only one bolt and his knife, but he usually had the jump on those groups. He wouldn't be able to close the gap in time before being gunned down. But the man's voice had brought others to John's aid. The old man and Jackson had come out with their own guns ready. John looked over his shoulder at his two friends before lowering his weapon slightly. "I'll give ya some food if ya answer my questions n answer em right. How many infected have ya killed?"
They looked at John like he had grown a bunch of heads. Then they lowered their own weapons slightly before answering. They all looked to each other trying to find a number. "We've killed some but never kept track of how many, ya know?" John nodded at the answer before asking his next one. How many people ya killed?" John had answered these same questions at one point and was where he got the idea.
"Tween the five of us, we killed seven." John thought about that answer and saw that it was only a fraction of what he had and so asked his last question. "Why?" This question alway determined if the one being asked was a good person or not. "Most were self defense. One was cause he asked me to before he turned. You were already pointin' that bow at us so we got defensive." John nodded once before lowering his bow and motioning for them to follow him.
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Post by Winters on Mar 6, 2015 0:09:39 GMT -5
Morning came quick enough, but Jackson had more than enough sleeping, being out for a solid four hours. Hard to believe nothing had happened since while he was off duty, for lack of a better word. Normally he took the shifts around town, but having John take the night gave him an opportunity he wouldnt dare pass up, and his body thanked him for it. Seeing the people in the building all safe and sound was a good feeling, all of this atonement had been good for his karama. He didnt believe that bad things happened to bad people, or good things happened to good people, or the other way around. Things just happened, but usually when you helped somebody, they repayed the favor, simple as that.
It wasnt much they had to work with, but it would do until they needed to move, and thankfully, judging by the light snowfall outside and barely any wind, the storm was over and done with. After looking out of the window for a moment, he noticed the scene a little ways away, and as he opened the door, he heard talking. One of the only other people in the building who had a gun, the older fella, had seen the quick movements of Jackson, and went to the window as well. Knowing what they had to do, the two of them opened up the front door, and came out with their guns out. Though they didnt aim them yet, they were ready, and Jackson alone had been a quick shot.
Normally the questions were asked by people individually, not as a whole, but if they were going to shoot and kill them, they would have tried already. Failed, but tried, so it meant they had to be somewhat decent people. Jackson still didnt trust them, even with the answers, but John had his eye on them. "Dont have to say this, but I will anyways. Best you keep your finger away from those triggers, boys." On top of John keeping an eye on them, so did Jackson, and the old man too. There wasnt a chance in hell they were going to completely trust anybody who shows up out of nowhere, especially with demands like they started with.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Mar 6, 2015 20:38:06 GMT -5
Of the new additions to the group, the ones who stood out were the leader who was an older man with a beard, a blonde guy with long hair, a beard, and not saying anything but it seemed he was using sign language to talk to another, and the young guy with a British accent who the blonde guy was talking to. They had all slung their guns across their back when John gave them the go ahead. John had handed them all some food and thanked him. He figured the blonde was using sign language when he didn't say anything but motioned with his hand and the British kid informed John that he had said thanks. After that John settled in but kept his eye on the guys who were eating and talking among themselves. Then he decided to speak up to the guys. "Alright guys, we got a town not far from here that got overrun last night by a sh*t load a walkers. We gotta take it back. There's people still trapped inside a the walls. Most a the walkers are frozen fer now n if ya wanna repay us fer the food n wanna safe place ta stay, help us take it back. If not, get ta goin'." John didn't even try to make things pleasant. He had things to do before it got too warm.
The blonde nodded and the group came to a quick consensus that they were going to help. John still hadn't split but he knew he wouldn't be able to until the town was safe. He knew that if it was secure than it was a bigger beacon of safety than his house. He hoped Madison would return safely. He readied himself and turned to the group who were finishing up the food they had been given. "We ain't shootin' 'less we have ta. Don't want anymore comin' to the town. Worry bout the fresher ones first. Then we'll clean up the frozen ones." He explained before they were ready to go to the town. John lead the group to the truck with less fuel. Despite having less it could still make it to the town. He knew the older man would stay with the other survivors from the town since he was in no shape to fight. Sarah walked him to the truck before wishing him luck. "You be careful, John. You owe me that date." She said before going back into the warmth of the house. He just smiled at her before she left and then headed to the town. He had also decided to leave Jackson behind since he was head of security and better to leave two guns with their people than one.
John had watched as the blonde kept using sign language in the back seat to the British kid. John decided to ask. "So yer obviously not deaf. Ya answered me when ya weren't readin' my lips." John said to the man who simply opened his mouth. John saw the man was missing his tongue which surprised he hell out of him. The man then smiled and motioned to the British kid to explain. "Paul says he lost his tongue after he graduated high school. His father was a miner and so got Paul a job in the mines. One day a gas pocket erupted near Paul and made him bite his own tongue off. So he says at least." As the kid said that Paul smacked the guy's arm with the back of his hand. "So how do ya know sign language?" John asked the kid as they drove along. "Mum taught me while I was a kid. Good thing she didn't resent you Yanks and taught me American Sign Language. Paul also said your girlfriend's pretty." As he said that Paul jumped on him for embarrassing him to John. "Name's Dominic by the way. Most call me Nicky though. Dunno why Dom never caught on."
As the group got closer to the newer hole in the fence they got ready. John had learned all of their names by the time they entered the fence. Dave, the leader, Paul, Dominic, Pete, and Jose. They formed a semicircle with John at the front. They were at the hole in the fence and John let out a sharp, loud whistle using his fingers. The walkers who could move started coming. He whistled again and soon they were coming around the to where they stood. The spearhead formation the group took, did the walkers in pretty quick. All that remained after less than a quarter of an hour was the frozen ones. The group spread out and took to smashing in heads or stabbing skulls. There were a lot of walkers though and so it would take some time to clear them all out. Though as they moved through the town, those who were hiding started coming out and helping. A large job soon became an easy one. Bobby and Susie were not among those hiding inside the walls or the undead. John just hoped they were safe and would return once they realized everything was safe again.
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Post by Winters on Mar 6, 2015 22:44:48 GMT -5
"Well that was fast. Dani, look, Johns got a whole group of people with weapons. Theyre already starting from the south wall. Youd better get down there, if you still think youre up for it." Surprisingly enough, Danica had been the second awake. When she looked down, she seen the men all working on taking out the infected, forming pattern and everything. Whatever worked for them, she wasnt really one to work in unison with others, but she was definitely going to be helping. "Of course I am, you dummy. Dont make me throw you off this rooftop. Stay up here and radio in if you see anything on the outside coming in." The man almost laughed, but then just waved his hand to signify that she was read loud and clear.
Starting from where she was at, Danica got the jump from behind the infected that was all moving toward the formation at the wall. She wasnt going to be using firearms, which wasnt nearly as fun as when she did it on her own, but that was just the thing, she wasnt on her own here, so close quarters would do the trick. There had been a machete in her sheath, but for the time, she used her metal baseball bat with the pikes sticking out of the end at the top. Depending on the situation, she switched back and forth between the two, usually using the bat when things were a little slow. But if the infected started getting a little more newely turned, she used the machete becaus it had a sharp blade.
Steven had been taking track of the undead, and would warn Dani when they heard her, so she could relocate and thin them out again. It was a good workout, and since the nap, she was ready to keep on going and going. Not long towards the end of the mass slaughter, the group and Dani had met up part ways, but much like everyone else who had come from the homes, nobody took the time to get comfortable yet. They split up, taking out stragglers, which meant they could be anywhere. It was probably the more risky part, because they were still in darked houses, stuck on something, or who knows what. But after it seemed clear enough, Danica came back to John. "Havent seen the big man either, huh? Mustve got away. Where the hell did you hole up? I seen you all take off out of here last night. Theyre not all dead, are they?"
Back at the house in the woods, Jackson sat patiently. They had been gone for about four hours now, which should have been more than enough time. Still, he wouldnt know how it all went until he got back. The people themselves seem a little worried, but it wasnt horror. Of course they were worried, it just wasnt that sort, because they knew that John and the others could pull this off. Jackson knew they could do, with or without him, given nothing else showed up. If who knows what happen to come along, hopefully they took enough ammunition, or scavenged enough after clearing parts of the town. Waiting was the worst, he never was a man who had that much patience.
Thats when Jackson heard footsteps on the hardwood patio, like boots, and when he looked out of the window with his revolver at the ready, he seen it had been one of the undead. Quickly, he opened up the door, and pushed it off down the single steps, kneeling on top, and shoving the blade of his knife into his head. Jackson looked around for more, but there had been none. This meant he was going to be staying outside though. Least it gave him something to do.
After taking a few trips around the parimiter, Jackson seen the radio tower. Couldnt have been a half a mile north of them. Heading back inside, he grabbed his rifle from by the door, and his small back that he took out of the truck. Essencials, nothing too much, for on the spot use. But before he headed back out the door, he turned to look at the old man, who was surprised to see Jackson move so quickly. "Radio tower to the north, im going climb up and see if I cant see the town through the scope my my rifle. Wont be able to hit anything, but at least id be able to see if they started any fires, something that lets us know theyre okay." Before he got a response, Jackson heard something behind him, and turned around with his knife. It was Joseph daughter, standing in the doorway, wearing Johns jacket and vest.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Mar 8, 2015 19:40:06 GMT -5
John liked the group of guys. They all seemed to be pretty skilled in surviving. The Brit was a bit showy in how he dispatched the walkers but results were results. He knew some sort of martial art and used it to knock down walkers or stop them from grabbing him before killing them. Paul was decked out in what looked like riot gear armor and used that to his advantage. He was sort of like a snapping turtle. Dave wasn't afraid and just kept smashing with his machete never looking tired. Pete and Jose worked together in taking care of the walkers. It could be seen that even though they were all friends, each had their best friend. Though Dave seemed a little left out but he lead the group and probably knew the area better than them, seeing as one was Mexican, one was British, One was American, and him and Pete were Canadians. In the midst of the fight John didn't say anything but once they cleared out the fresher walkers, Danica was there to greet them.
"Nah, I ain't seen him. He musta. We got out n I got a place out a bit I been usin' while I was huntin'. Took em all there n ran into these guys. Glad I didn't kill em on sight. The people in the house are alright." John explained as they went through the frozens. He then turned to Dominic and asked the obvious question. "So how'd ya get over here, Nicky?" Dominic looked at him sideways. No one had ever asked it before. "Ya can't laugh at me man, or I'll be forced to hurt ya." John nodded but waited for the answer. And his chance to laugh. "I used to be a model. I was State side for a job." John snorted and Dominic punched him the arm playfully. "I told ya not to laugh, f*cker. But I think I wouldn't of survived back home. Nobody's really got guns. Not even the police. I just wish my mum had made it out of California. Without hearing, she never saw the bloody Zed coming." John didn't say anything at first at the sobering afterthought. "Sorry bout yer ma. But if ya were a model, what's with that Kung Fu sh*t ya did back there?"
Dominic thought it was funny. It wasn't Kung Fu. He had learned Krav Maga as a workout. He just got lucky in it being useful as well. "It's not Kung Fu, John. It's Krav Maga. I took classes as a way to workout and stay in shape. It just happens to be useful as well. They taught it to your army before the outbreak." He explained with a smile on his face. He happened to be one of those people who got lucky with what they learned before the outbreak. John still thought the guy had an odd outfit though. Combat boots, camo pants, a tight fitted Hawaiian print t-shirt, and two watches on one wrist. The two watches stood out to John so he thought he'd ask that as well. "Why're ya wearin' two watches though?" The answer was probably simple but John couldn't think of it. "Time in California. Time back home." He said as he pointed to each watch. It must have been something he did while he was traveling so he knew what time it was wherever he went and what time it was back home. Since places were in different time zones he probably used it to not call too late at night or early in the morning to his home country.
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Post by Winters on Mar 8, 2015 21:43:38 GMT -5
"Yo Steve, looks like its all clear. I know you can handle yourself if you see any of them, but no gunshots. Keep it down, yeah?" Danica spoke into the radio. The irony wasnt lost on him, but apparently, she was the one with the bad memory. "Come on, really? I dont even know how to shoot a gun properly, but in my defense, neither do you. You just like to shoot them, and know that if your close enough, shooting them in the head is the easy part." On the verge of getting angry, Danica spoke one last time before turning off the radio. "Turning this off, get your ass down here. Dani out." She had still been nearly exausted from all of the running before. Watching the others do their thing was pretty neat, she never got too many chances to see it happen. Happen well, at least. Definitely not with all of the newcomers, she didnt recognize any of them from anywhere, and of they just showed up out of the blue like John said, he was taking a serious risk. One she wouldnt have taken, but Danica didnt say that out loud, just accept all the help that came their way.
Once Steven had been down on the ground, he passed by a number of people, having short talk with them along the way. Some of them wanted to just be alone, and deal with the near death experience as best they could, but most were just thankful that somebody came back for them. There had been no one person to thank, and it definitely wasnt him, but the zombie death count went up today, which had to account for something. Regrouping with Dani, she seemed to be fresh and on the go, but did she ever smell bad. "I wish spring would hurry up. I miss being able to bathe on the lakeside." Dani looked at him again, and shoot her head, sighing out loud to herself. She knew what she was implying, but her day was already off to a great start. One hundred and twenty nine infected down. Danica seen the newcomers talking amongst themselves now, and figured she could have a one on one with John now. "We going back for them now, or what?" The spry woman spoke, picking a chunk of rotten flesh out from between her cleavage, and tossing it onto the ground, like it had been an everyday occurance. An annoyance.
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Up in the tower had been cold, much colder than down on the ground. The once cool breeze turned into a wind chill that scraped his bones, but Jackson had been wearing warm enough clothing, thankfully. He was still surprised that Reylene had been wearing nothing but a ratty pair of pants, and then the clothes which obvious belonged to John. She was barefoot, and whenever he asked how she wasnt cold, she came back with the same answer. "So. Youre just not cold anymore, and you dont know why. You dont remember who I am, and you dont know who owns that jacket? What do you know, then?" Jackson questioned, looking through the scope of his rifle toward the town. Luckily, there hadnt been any muzzle flashes, which was a good sign. Still, he waited for any other signs, not sure if there would be a flare, or what the call would be. Maybe if somebody happened to have a radio, they could use their frequency, but nobody seemed to respond or dial in.
"Not my name. But im not even curious. I know how to survive, I know about all of the things, the outbreak, and everything my dad taught me. And my mom, and what she did to me. I also remember somebody I used to be close to, a man." For the simple fact that he didnt know Reylene much, he wouldnt be able to help her remember, even if Jackson thought it was possible. He really didnt know anything about memory loss, or amnesia as he heard it being called. Best person who would be able to help would be Joseph, and Madison, or even John for that matter. John being the only one he knew was around now, he was the priority. Maybe the chief and the lady would turn up in town, but it was a farcry. "Do you remember the town?
But without getting any respone, Jackson stopped looking through the scope, and turned to face Reylene, who had been standing close to the edge of the broken railing. She was looking down, and had nearly been teetering over, but as Jackson stepped closer, she just let herself go. Quickly, he grabbed onto her collar, pulling her back and throwing her to her knees. "What the hell are you doing? I know youre strange, somethings wrong with you, but suicidal? Really? Reylene got back up to her feet, and quickly responded. "I dont know! Just felt right. Its like its taunting me, or encouraging me. No, its telling me its okay." Jackson knew from the little experience that she already came back from the grave, and she was basically immortal at this point, but if she was going to be around others right now, she needed to be watched carefully as any of the newcomers that came earlier. "Whatever, lets get down. Dont wanna be away too long." Rey nodded, following Jackson down the ladder, where she assumed they were going to the wood house.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Mar 10, 2015 9:31:26 GMT -5
Dominic took the initiative to work alongside John. "Alright gents, I'm gonna go with our new host here and get the others back here." He then signed "See if there are any pretty ladies for me." to Paul as he headed back. Paul smiled at his companion before waving him off. John grabbed a van that hadn't been used to get away and Dominic jumped into the shotgun position. They didn't say much in the ride over, Dominic kept at the ready in case something jumped out at them but nothing ever came. John broke the silence to ask about Dominic's group. "So Nicky, how'd ya meet those other guys?" John made his question short and sweet. "Well I met Paul in Oregon after I left California. I had made it a plan to get north after everything went down. Get away from people, ya know? I met the other three near the border, Pete and Jose had already been with Dave a month. Dave's ex military so we just sort of let him lead us. He's a good guy at heart, just a bit mouthy with strangers." Dominic explained.
He then saw the little star tattoo on John's hand and decided to ask questions about tattoos. "I've always wanted a tattoo but was afraid it might affect work. Do they hurt?" When John shook his head Dominic asked more questions. "Well do you know how to give one? And do you have any more?" Dominic asked. Since he wasn't going to model ever again he might as well get some. "Nah I dunno how ta give em but if I come across the gear, I'll bring it back. Maybe someone who knows how ta give them is already around town or comes sooner or later. N I got some others I'll show off some other time." John explained before pulling up to the house. As he did he couldn't believe his eyes. Jackson was walking through the front yard with Rey. He jammed on his brakes and just stared at her.
After a few seconds he jumped out of the van and ran over to her. He grabbed her real quick to check her for injuries before pulling her into a hug. He didn't know what had happened to her, or that she didn't remember him, he was just happy to see her. "I'm glad yer okay Rey. Where's Maddie?" But the look on both Jackson's and Rey's face told him something was wrong. "What? What's wrong? Is Maddie alright?" There was a hint of panic behind his southern drawl. Dominic had gotten out of the van and just sat in the background. He didn't know what was going on but at first it seemed John was happy and then something was wrong.
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