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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 14, 2017 7:11:32 GMT -5
Rissa followed Cameron's instructions, moving behind the other air conditioning unit and crouching out of sight. She closed her eyes, focusing on what she knew she had to do. Cameron was counting on her, relying on her to at least keep their heads down if nothing else. If she did what he told her, they'd survive. She knew that much.
She was jarred out of her thoughts when she heard hurried footsteps coming their way. The Branded were here. They were going to find them. It was fight or die.
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 17, 2017 10:50:57 GMT -5
They sounded out of breath and heavy, if Cameron took their thudding footsteps and wheezing coming up the steps. He kept his head down, waiting as one, then two and finally a third set of footsteps landed on the roof. He counted to 10, waiting to see if there were any more people. Finally he heard the leader of the group grumble. "Come on let's go."
Cameron quickly stood up like a jack in the box and fired. They were so close that there was little to no reaction from the group of fat men in sweaty clothes. Cameron locked eyes with the leader and saw his eyes jump with fright before the first 4 rounds tore through his torso. Sweaty guy #1 fell backwards into the 2nd guy who had his weapon pushed out of his way. Cameron kept pulling the trigger sending a total of 21 rounds into the group. He didn't know if he hit anyone else, but Sweaty Guy #2 grunted and went down. Sweaty Guy #3 dove for cover behind a ventilation shaft that barely covered his body.
click-click-click.
Both guns were empty. Cameron ducked back down, hitting the release on the M&P to drop the empty magazine from the handle. He didn't even bother to pick it up, just slapping another magazine in it's place.
He then hit the release on his revolver, releasing the cylinder. He turned it on it's back and hit the rod, ejecting the spent brass from the chamber. Using one of his fast loaders he put another 6 rounds of .357 into his revolver and swung the cylinder back up.
He listened as their was a lull in the shooting. Then he heard a nasty, greasy voice coming from the last survivor.
"Well, Rissa. I see you found another man. Is this how you treat your husband. How about you come out and we make up and maybe I won't kill your new toyfriend."
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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 17, 2017 13:42:18 GMT -5
Rissa blinked, and then saw that two of the three men that had come at them were down, and another, very familiar face, was in hiding. She hadn't even had a chance to move before Cameron had acted, and now she simply laid where she was, uncertain of what to do.
That changed when she heard him speak. He was here. The coward had actually come in person to bring her back. She heard Cameron reloading, and knew that if she didn't do her part, she'd be back in his hands one way or the other. She stood up, pointing the revolver the way she had seen Cameron do it. the gunshots were loud in her ears, but she heard at least one hit its mark after a yelp of pain came from behind the air conditioning unit. When she heard nothing but clicking sounds she ducked back down, her eyes wide and her breathing faster than it should have been.
Did she kill him? Or at least wound him?
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 17, 2017 15:05:57 GMT -5
Click - click - click.
Cameron heard Rissa fire off her shots. He was surprised when he heard the man talk to Rissa. HER HUSBAND!! Now it was getting really thick. As Rissa ducked down, the man, knowing he was in probably in trouble, charged at Rissa. Cameron stood up and yelled "SUCK ON THIS!". The man, so intent on Rissa, had momentarily forgotten about Cameron.
He faltered in his charge and Cameron fired. Again, he squeezed the trigger repeatedly catching the man in the upper left shoulder. The man stumbled to the roof. He hit his head and rolled to a stop, his firearm clattering away from him.
Slowly, Cameron rose and approached the man, wary of another weapon.
As he approached, he saw that the man was still alive... barely. He was bleeding from his stomach, side, and shoulder. His breathing was ragged and he was heaving.
"Ri-Rissa, you dirty *****. You're mine. You always will be. We will will never stop loo-looking for you! If I die, my brothers get you." He spat venom at Cameron. "and you, we will tear you apart and feed you to the pigs while you are still alive!"
Cameron raised his revolver and pulled the trigger. A single shot when through the side of the man's skull, blowing out the other side. He slumped to the ground and stopped moving.
The world got a little dizzy and the world spun. Cameron dropped to his knees and vomited. He had killed zombies before, and even killing the men that were after them didn't affect him, but putting down Rissa's husband just wretched his stomach.
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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 18, 2017 20:48:19 GMT -5
"You...you killed him. He's really dead isn't he?"
Rissa walked towards the heaving Cameron and the unmoving body of her now dead husband. The revolver hung loosely in her hand as she put one hand on the sick mans shoulder, and watched the bullet-riddled body for any signs of life. She was free of him. He couldn't hurt her now. She almost whooped for joy, and knelt by Cameron, placing her arms around him when he stopped vomiting. She held him tightly, her voice quiet in his ear
"Thank you. Thank you so much!"
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 19, 2017 14:16:23 GMT -5
Cameron let himself relax into Rissa's hold. "You're welcome", he said hoarsely. "I've never really killed anyone before like that, you know." He took the last bottle of water from his pack and took a swig, rinsing out his mouth and spitting it into the corner.
While his emotions were raw, he still knew that they were not out of danger. "We-", he began, before taking another sip. "We need to check them for ammo", he said, indicating the dead bodies. They had guns, but trying to get away while carrying a gun store on your back was not advisable. "We check them for ammo and we need to deal with the ones down on the street."
By now the shooting had stopped and a eerily calm silence settled over the town.
"Fred, did you get her?" came from the street level. Cameron assumed that one of the men that they had killed was named Frank. Without knowing what to do, he said, "Yeah boss. Hang on."
Shrugging at Rissa, he searched the men for ammo. Unfortunately, he only picked up a magazine of 9mm and a handful of misc. rounds. Throwing them in his backpack, he picked up his rifle.
"Well hurry down, we are running out of ammo and the dead are still milling about. That damn b*tch better be worth it tonight."
Cameron shook his head and then sighted through the scope down to the street.
From his position he could make out three more men, hiding behind some wooden packing crates. Beside them, Cameron could make out the larger of the two gas cans. On the other side of the crates, was a group of 20 undead who seemed now to be wandering away from them.
We can't have that, thought Cameron. He looked over at Rissa. "Are you ready to run?", he asked.
Then he pulled the trigger, sending his round directly into the 5 gallons of gas. The can exploded like a bomb, sending shrapnel and liquid fire in all directions. The three men found themselves peppered with white hot metal shards and flames. Screaming, they jumped over the crates and rolled around, trying to put the flames out...
Right into the oncoming mass of undead.
As the undead horde dove on top of the men, Cameron was up and running to the end of the building. They were safe now, but the gas was gone. They would have to find another way to Vegas.
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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 20, 2017 8:13:08 GMT -5
Rissa ran behind Cameron, carrying the pistol that her now dead husband had been carrying as well as the one she had gotten in the sheriff's office. She knew it wasn't necessary to bring it, but she felt the need to. The smoke and screams behind them were beginning to die down, though she had a feeling it would be a long time before the memory faded. She tried her best to shake it off, and kept moving, trying to keep up with her white knight.
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 20, 2017 9:01:46 GMT -5
Cameron was breathing heavy as he reached the end of the last building. He stopped at the end and slumped down to the roof top. His adrenaline has peaked during the fight and now he was fighting the fatigue... plus, he had just blown up the gas can and his first hope of getting to Vegas. Presently, the sounds of the fire died down and the screams and yells of the Branded were silenced.
"So, I guess we need another way to get to Vegas", Cameron said, trying to muster a smile. "You don't happen to have a car around here, do you?"
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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 20, 2017 11:34:39 GMT -5
Rissa shook her head, she had been brought back on a combination of her own feet and horses. Chances were the horses had been killed or run off when the undead had attacked them.
"They were on horses, I was walking behind them the whole time. I don't think the horses made it, but they might have. Can you see anything from up here? Maybe they're just outside of town or something? Or put in one the buildings so the dead can't get to them?"
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 20, 2017 12:46:44 GMT -5
Cameron took up his rifle with the scope and began to slowly peer around from his vantage point, most of the cars that were on the street were burned up wrecks. In the Quarantine Area, he saw several cars, but too many walkers were around and what about the keys. Scanning over the rest of the town, he came upon across no real vehicle and definitely no horses. Almost giving up, he looked down. In the rear of the building they were on sat an old model truck. They were on the roof of the Still Creek Pawn Shop. "If the owner is still in there, maybe the keys are still the store. Let's climb down and see what we can find. If it has enough gas, we can make it out to my car and either transfer the gas or transfer my stuff." Cameron didn't expect to really find alot, but just possibly, maybe luck would smile down on them.
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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 20, 2017 12:58:42 GMT -5
"Sounds better than walking. I've been doing that for days, and my feet are still killing me."
Rissa looked over and saw the truck, wondering if it had been abandoned, and how long it had been sitting there. If the owner was still inside the pawn shop, then he was more than likely shambling around looking to eat someone. That wasn't something she was looking forward to seeing, but if it meant they had the chance to escape, then she would do it.
"Okay. Let me reload, and then we can check to make sure there isn't anything dead and hungry inside the store."
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 20, 2017 13:36:14 GMT -5
Cameron looked down at his guns, sheepishly realizing that he hadn't reloaded his weapons. He took the time to reload his weapons and then he nodded at her. He started down the ladder, stopping occasionally to check the surroundings for walkers. The explosion and gunfight had drawn most of them off around the building. They had a few moments to get in and get out.
Halfway down the ladder, he found a window that didn't have bars on it. He used the butt of his gun to tap on the window.
Nothing happen.
He tapped louder.
Still Nothing.
Shrugging, he used the handle of his pistol to break the window. The breaking of glass sounded loud and Cameron quickly cleared away the broken glass and climbed into the window. He checked the room out quickly for any movement and then grabbed Rissa's arm as she climbed through the window.
They were in an upstairs office that belong to the pawn shop. It was empty of people but had a small old couch and a desk.
"I say we check here first for the keys and anything we can quickly grab and if we can't find it, then we will go downstairs."
Part of Cameron wanted to loot the place of all valuables, but time was not on their side and they didn't know if the truck even started.
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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 21, 2017 7:11:12 GMT -5
Rissa looked out at their potential savior, hoping that the vehicle still ran, or that they could find the keys for it. She knew there were ways of starting the cars without keys, but she didn't have any idea on how to do that, and she doubted Cameron did either, or they wouldn't be wasting time trying to find the keys.
"You think maybe its downstairs if they're not in here?"
She began searching for the keys, quietly turning over the couch cushions, and looking on the floor.
"You know," she started, quietly speaking over her shoulder, "according to the laws of my community, you're my husband now. You killed him, so I became yours upon his death. And all of his other property."
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 21, 2017 13:40:38 GMT -5
Cameron was holding a box of cigars when THAT bombshell was dropped on him. He fumbled the box and barely caught it before it hit the floor. Suddenly, there wasn't enough water in the world to help his dry throat. Sure he had thought about marriage, but heck, he hadn't really had a true girlfriend for most of his adult life. He actually took his aunt to his Senior Prom.
The air was still as ever walker from here to Vegas stopped to hear the next, probably single most important answer to a remark that has ever happened since the virus went public.
Cameron slowly turned to look at Rissa. He fought to not examine every inch of her body and forced his eyes to meet hers. Oh God, what if she is kidding... WHAT IF SHE ISN'T?
She's very pretty, but I don't even know her last name or anything else about her.
We get along...
DON'T LOOK AT HER CHEST! GEESH CAM, REAL CLASSY!
WHERE ARE THE WALKERS, I COULD USE A GOOD ATTACK RIGHT NOW.
I'll obviously treat her better than her last husband. Oh God, I'm dating a widow.
Is she even legal?
Does she want kids? Do I want kids?
What if she is a Nazarene? I'm Baptist.
All of these questions ran through Cameron's head after she had made her remark.
"While you are very beautiful and I would consider it an honor to marry you, we are not in THEIR community anymore and are free to pursue your life as you want."
There, he thought, that should be a good answer.
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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 23, 2017 6:34:43 GMT -5
"Well, I guess I should say, you're married to three women now."
Rissa gave him a weak smile, and then went back to looking for the keys. She knew it wasn't fair to hoist that mantle upon him, but it was the laws of her community, and it was really the only thing she knew. But, at the same time, he was right. She didn't have to go back there, didn't have to live by their laws or customs anymore. Would that mean she was truly free? Or was he simply trying to rid himself of any obligation to her by not attaching himself to her?
She didn't dwell on these thoughts as she stood back up, finding nothing in the couch cushions or under it.
"I don't think the keys are here. They might be downstairs in the shop itself. Or outside, wandering around looking for a meal."
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