Ion
Zombie Hunter
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Post by Ion on Oct 19, 2012 1:37:32 GMT -5
"That explains a bit, but what about that guy you winded?" Roger asked, getting the supplies for the tent out of his bike's satchel. He traded a bit for one when Allison was getting fixed up, since he'd been on the road without one for a while now.
"Oh that...eh, let's just say...we have bad blood," she said, walking upto him. "Do you need any help?"
"I've got it, you don't need to be straining yourself anyway," he told her as he started laying the foundation.
"I'll be fine. I'll be better if I can pull my own weight," she responded, unraveling her sling.
"Uh, you should really keep that on," Roger said fruitlessly.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 19, 2012 1:48:59 GMT -5
Allison continue to tear down the sling. There'd been sudden weight on her arm and shoulder, causing it to throb a little. Wincing, she'd stretched her arm out and began to roll it around.
"I'll be fine. It's a few stitches, it's not broken. I don't like having my arm confined to that sling anyway..." she explained. "If something happens out here, I want to be able to deal with it." With that said, she'd went on to contribute help to their campsite. . . . . "So why'd you tell them back at the caravan that you were my wife?" Roger asked as soon as they finished setting up the tent.
Allison had been crouched down, her elbows propped up on her knees. "They wouldn't let me go look for you. So I told them I was your wife, that I fell asleep in a room, expecting you to find me and when I woke up, you weren't there. So I was worried," she told him.
"Heh, did you bat your eyelashes too?" Roger joked.
"Didn't need to. I was someone's wife, that's all they needed to know...weak security, if you ask me," she replied. "So why do you have a Merlin helmet?"
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Ion
Zombie Hunter
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Post by Ion on Oct 19, 2012 2:12:59 GMT -5
"Hoo boy, that ol' gag. Back when things were... normal, I went to get an extra helmet for my bike for... whenever really. Some of my friends came along and we saw this helmet, it was the dorkiest thing we had ever seen. It had merlin, a knight, a dragon, all airbrushed, it was... well you've seen it. We all thought it was the funniest thing we ever saw, so I had to get it."
The merc laughed a little and looked back at where the bike was. "Better story than I had conjured up. I assumed, maybe you were one of those people that were into D&D. Daryl and Irving had been into those types of things. They went as far as painting their grenades and calling them 'Holy Hand Grenades'...." she said, smiling.
Roger laughed a bit. "Ha heh, what else did Daryl and Irving do?" he asked, wanting Allison to open up more.
"Well, they spent alot of time teasing me about my mother. They had a childish little crush on her. Used to tell me things like, 'Hey Crowley, when're we going to see Mrs. Crowley again? I miss baking bread with her!' or 'Don't worry Crowley, you won't have to call me dad, it'll be like nothing ever changed, save for my sleeping with your mom'. It sounds bad, but they didn't mean any harm, it made me laugh," she went on to say.
Roger laughed a bit before saying, "They made 'Your Mom' jokes? Hehehe..."
"Haha, yeah, I guess that's what it was. Bianca couldn't stand it much, she was always defending me from them. It was like a second mother. Li was more reserved, the quiet type. So there's not much else to say about him, other than he was very loyal....they seemed pretty ragtag but when we were on missions and I gave them a command, they were at the top of their game," she said, her voice cracking a bit.
Roger pursed his lips. "Lets uh, lets just try to get some rest for the night," he said, noticing her apprehension and trying to move away from a sensitive subject for her.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 19, 2012 2:27:00 GMT -5
Allison had looked down at the ground, pushing herself down into a sitting position and stretching her legs out. She had good times with her mercenaries. A bond that no one would ever have guessed they had.
"I didn't mean to just damper the pleasant conversation we were having...I'm sorry," she apologized.
"It's not your fault, you shouldn't apologize. I just don't want you to get sad," Roger said, laying down on his sleeping bag.
Rubbing at the back of her neck, Allison shifted around a little. She didn't have very good people skills and she was terrible with emotional subjects to the point where she just didn't have them. This was the first time in a very long time that she'd shared this much with someone else.
"I don't think that's much of an option. They're dead and gone, I'm going to be dealing with this for awhile. I just shouldn't be wearing my heart out on a sleeve infront of strangers. Deckard taught me better."
"Deckard?"
"He was my commanding officer back in 1998...." she began, shaking her head. "I was in ground zero then, a U.B.C.S. soldier. He, Li and myself were in his group, set off to obtain combat data for Umbrella. He got injured, then infected and eventually shot by a traitor in the UBCS...all for that stupid data," she explained.
"Sounds rough... My parents both got infected soon after it started spreading," Roger said, confiding in her.
Allison glanced up and over at him. "I'm sorry...that must've been hard for you," she told him, sincerely.
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Ion
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Post by Ion on Oct 19, 2012 2:58:48 GMT -5
"Yeah... I came home to find my dad already turned. Locked him in a room and fled with my mom in their hatchback. A... a short while later my mom... she had been bitten by my... well you know," Roger told her, somberly.
"That's terrible..." he heard her say in a quiet tone.
After a short pause, Roger started up again. "Yeah, it was. I had to shove my mom out of the car while driving out of the city."
Another pause occurred before Allison managed to say something. "So it's just you then? No siblings, friends, spouses?" she asked.
"Nope. Everyone that was part of my old life died in Kansas City that day..." Roger trailed off.
"I suppose I should count myself lucky then. My mother is alive and well in Vegas as we speak, for now. So she's all I have left now," he heard her say. "I guess if we do 'bond' then I'll also have you," she mentioned, off hand.
"Heh, well I guess you'll be wanting to head to Vegas in the morning then?" Roger said shimmying into his sleeping bag.
"You would be guessing right. Before that, however, I'd like to stop somewhere first. I need some equipment and clothes," she said.
"You got yourself a house out here?" Roger asked, somewhat joking.
"A cache."
"What are you, Batman?" Roger said, a little incredulous.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 19, 2012 3:36:40 GMT -5
Allison had been readying herself for bed when he cracked a Batman joke. Curling up in her sleeping bag, she'd turned over, facing her back to him. "It's a possibility," she said. Roger laughed out loud before turning in to sleep as well. ====================================================================== February 15th 2013 [/center][/b][/color] 8:31 A.M. Allison had been awake for an our or so, packing up the tent and her sleeping bag. She'd stored them away on Roger's bike and spent some time trying to figure out what route was best to take to her mercs' old rendevous. Part of her had wondered if maybe, she'd be suprised and find someone alive...Atleast Bianca or Li. And if they weren't, then, she could just let go. After putting everything away, she'd rubbed at her bare arms, shivering a little in the morning cold. She'd even felt a little nasal congestion and a cough coming on. She really didn't need to get sick now. Deciding it was time to wake Roger, she'd wandered over, kneeling down beside him and gently shaking him awake. "Roger, wake up..." she said, lowly. "...Hmm? Yeah?" Roger groggled out as he sat up. "It's morning, we should start moving soon," she told him. "Right right... uh, where's the tent?" Roger asked, looking around. "I just packed them up to save time," she said. "But... I was in the tent..." he said confused. "Yes and I took it.""How...?"She stood up and grabbed at her shoulder. "You should get some breakfast so we can get going. I wager it'd be quicker if we'd go through River Circle Street to get to the cache. It'll be a little dangerous though," she explained. "Uh okay... why will it be dangerous?" Roger asked, crawling out of his bag and rolling it up. "It's a neighborhood, there's bound to be walkers around there and considering it's near the river banks, there's a possibility of BOWs. It'll be one or the other," she said before glancing over at his bike and then back at him. "Sorry I didn't set up anything to eat for you, I just didn't feel right rifling through your things without your permission.""It's alright..." Roger said going over to go prepare himself a meal. . . . . After breakfast, Allison had gotten up from the table nearby and started stretching her arms and legs out a little more. She wasn't sure how the trip was going to go with the threat of infected and BOWs imminent. She had an empty sidearm, Roger's riot shield, a baton and a Glock with who knows how much ammo. This was going to be a rough trip. "I think it'd be a good idea to switch to your handgun if something happens in the neighborhood, Roger," she told him. "I'm really more comfortable using my shield. Ya know you'd probably do better with it than I would," Roger said, unclipping his holster and handing it to her. "You were a merc and all."She took the holster and looked down at it for a moment. Didn't feel right just taking this from him but then, he was right, she was better with it and was more capable of taking care of the two of them with it. "Okay, thank you," she said, clipping it to her hip. She'd unholstered the weapon and ejected the clip, taking a peek at it's ammo count. Five rounds out of seven, it was enough. She'd taken a quick practice aim with it and then quickly holstered it again. "We should head out then, are you ready?""Suited and booted, heh. I think I saw that in a movie once.""Spaghetti western, sounds like," she said. [Crowley and Roger have left the forest]
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