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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 19, 2008 23:41:03 GMT -5
Where all the busted trains go to rust and never be used again. A rather basic fortification has been placed around the area by survivors and they've holed themselves up inside the derelict trains. The flicker of a fire on the inside is visible here and there which the survivors are using for light and to cook their food. Don't let yourself stand out as a zombie however, the person on watch maybe consider you as one and will otherwise shoot you. the area is fairly zombie free though, so if you're in town and out of a place to stay then this is the location to go to.
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Post by Brucey on Jul 27, 2010 15:29:53 GMT -5
[[Micheal and Ashton Enter]]
Where to go where to go. Where did Ashton even want to go? There was no place that he knew family was in, or friends, or any place he had memories of being in and loving the time there. The only places Ashton knew of were ones he read in a magazine, a newspaper, or something he could find lying on the streets of just about anywhere.
"Chicago.." Ashton blurted out. "I would like to go to Chicago." There was any particular reason for wanted to go there, just that Ashton read about it once in some magazine and heard it was the 'Windy' city. Therefore in the end he wanted to see for starters if it still held up true to its name. Just go there, do a little site seeing, explore the place, then leave. Maybe him and this random man could be friends.
"Excuse me um... I don't know your name, but am i a burden to you?" Ashton asked curiously. The fact that this man was possibly going to take him all the way to Chicago was a long ride, so he was curious if he was some sort of burden. Something he didn't want to be for that was the reason why he was alone.
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Post by Winters on Jul 27, 2010 23:23:02 GMT -5
The trip wasnt very long, about it had been a good hour to say the least. The two of them hadnt spoken the whole time, just listened to the radio, it was very awkward having another person in the cab with him. Especially if that other someone was just a little kid. Michael had no clue how to entertain someone like him, how to keep him safe was another story. When the kid, Ashton, broke the awkward silence by announcing where he wanted to go, thing got a little more wildly. Chicago, he says, thats where he wants to go. It had been a pretty decent place, but much like Raccoon City, it was a disaster site. In all honesty, he hadnt been to Chicago since the earlier in the outbreak, so there could be safety zones set up. Nobody really knew for sure, but if Ashton wanted to go there, thats where they would go.
The truck came to a stop just outside of the Rail Yard Cemetary, where he had known the small group of survivors from before. But first, he had to make sure they would allow another survivor inside the walls. Ashton spoke again, but before he answered, Michael motion for him to wait in the cab while he left to speak with the security tower guard. Slamming the door, Michael paced toward the front entrance, and then looked up at the man dressed in a leather jacket holding a high caliber sniper rifle. "Hey Jimmy, told you id come back. I got some supplise for yall, too... Oh, and a kid, can we ring him through? We heading out first thing tomorrow morning, wont be much of a bother, I promise..."
As the other man in the tower spoke to control on the inside, he finally have him an answer. "Yeah, come on in. Ill open up the gate for you..." Turning to Ashton in the cab of the truck, he motioned for the kid to come on out, while walking to the back of the truck. Opening up the shutter, Michael climbed inside and started to toss out garbage bags of stuff, four of them in total. As the kid walked up to the back of the truck, Michael had the shutters closed before he got the chance to look inside, but he spoke out in a rough, unconcerned tone. "...You wont be if you help me with these bags. Names, uhh... Mike..." He spoke out, lifting three bags with his own arms, and walking through the open gate, hoping Ashton would hurry up behind him so Charlie could get it closed asap.
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Post by Brucey on Jul 27, 2010 23:55:22 GMT -5
Rushing a bit Ashton grabbed the last bad and jogged up behind Mike. The bag wasn't to heavy, but was still awkward to hold. Keeping silent though Ashton stayed very close to Mike obeying everything he said. He didn't like it here. There were to many people, all with guns. Ashton felt unsafe, and uneased. Though he had to keep a grip on himself. Loosing his temporary sanity here may end in disaster.
Therefore Ashton stayed very close to Mike, keeping his direct attention on Mike's back as he followed him. He wanted no eye contact with any person in the place, and just wanted a good nights rest before they left for Chicago. Though as a matter of fact Ashton was somewhat surprised that Mike was so willing to take him around. His kindness was amazing from what has happened in the past.
Then when Mike had set down the bags he was carrying at a predetermined location Ashton has followed the same steps placing the bag he was carrying with he ones Mike had set down. He was unable to fully tell what was inside but guessed it was something like clothes and food. Maybe even a gun or two. Though Ashton was getting a strange feeling from him. It was as if he was being treated like some kid who was slightly defenseless. "Hey Mike." Ashton said trying to grab his attention before anyone else could. "You realize I'm not a kid right? I'm 19... i think. Should be right." He then proceeded with saying as politely as he could. Upon all this it was quite amazing that Ashton had no signs of his disorder sense entering the area. Somewhat of a wonderful thing. It was as if he was completely calm.
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Post by Winters on Jul 28, 2010 1:48:27 GMT -5
As the both of them walked through the railyard, Mike had felt a sense of awkwardness. Having the kid around was different, he had always traveled alone, and carried his packages alone. He did indeed think of Ashton as a bagboy, but that was maybe because he had only seen the guy defenseless back at the gas station. First impressions make a difference, especially in this sort of world. While Ashton spoke, however, it made Mike feel a bit down. Actually, he thought about it. If Ashton was nineteen, that would mean he had been born during the 1998 outbreak. Obviously, he was no child, and he really did know how to defend himself if he lasted this long. This wasnt the issue, though. "Its uh... Not that, Ashton. I just dont really, well... Im not used to having someone with me. Thats all. Now help me take these gas cans back to the truck."
Michael hoped that Ashton would understand, he didnt want to sound like he was being a jerk or anything. Gripping two of the four large gas cans, Mike knew Ashton was following behind him with the other two. They had been very heavy, full cans, but he knew that the kid could carry them to the truck without much of a problem. Arriving at the gate, it opened before them, and while he lay the cans down by the truck, Mike saluted the man in the tower while he closed it back over. The large shutter doors on the back of the truck opened up, and Mike pulled out a heavy cable, running it over to a generator that connected to the Railyards inside generator. This would charge up his mobile power unit in the truck for at least another month, two if they conserved power.
There hadnt been any infected in the area, so he wasnt worried around leaving the door open for a little bit. Climbing inside, Mike was thankful when he saw Ashton placing the cans of gas up in the truck without even asking. It was almost like he was trying to prove himself, and in the long run, it was working very well. Sliding the cans into the back, Mike spoke up to Ashton. "Come on in, kid. It aint much, but make yourself at home..." The inside of the trailer had a lot of stored goods near the back, but the front had a couch, mobile generator, lighting from the top, even a microwave. Closing the shutter behind them, the place was lit up with only a small lightbulb hanging from the roof. It wasnt much, but enough light to see everything fine.
Moving himself to the back of the trailer, Mike sifted through an already open box, grabbing a Vodka cooler for himself. Looking back at Ashton, he stumbled his hand back inside, grabbing a can of Pepsi for his guest. Sliding it across the coffee table, Mike sat against the wall, opening his cooler and sipping on the warm but tasty beverage. He looked at Ashton, and then stared at the couch, before standing back up and moving to the corner of the trailer again. Grabbing a pillow and blanket, he tossed them onto the couch, and then lay back against the wall. Mike didnt know exactly what to say, it was another one of the awkward silences, but he managed to pry his mouth open. "Umm... Youll take the couch for tonight, Ashton. Being your, uh, the guest, and all..."
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Post by Brucey on Jul 28, 2010 10:58:52 GMT -5
"Oh... Thank you." Ashton replied to the offer on the couch. All in all he didn't care at all where he slept, as long as it was safe, and he could fall asleep for a couple hours. Holding onto the soda Ashton pried the tab open and took a nice sip. Next he took a couple steps over and sat down on the couch getting somewhat comfortable.
Silence continued for the next couple minutes with most of it filled with the sounds of sipping, and maybe a throat clearing or two. Silence was something Ashton hated a good deal. When things were absolute quiet he could clearly hear the things in his head just chatter and chatter on and off, just no stop to it. "What? No? Who? Maybe? I don't know? Stop!!!" Ashton yelled out upset with all the questioning and talking he was dealing with. He just could take it. He started screaming as he bent over holding the back of his head, Pepsi still in hand but empty now. "Just leave me alone! Please!" He then proceeded to yell out at the voices chattering in his head.
Through all this craziness Ashton was unable to tell what Mike's reaction was. All he could hope was that he wouldn't kick him out of the truck and ditch him somewhere. It would just be a repeat of scenarios. Oh this kid is mental ill lets leave him somewhere and hope for the worse. Something Ashton always feared about new people.
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Post by Winters on Jul 28, 2010 22:32:58 GMT -5
Through the night, Mike lay against the wall of the truck, and sipped on his cooler. This was something he enjoyed, taking his time, letting it last, almost as if to reward himself. Plus with the beverage giving off a powerful scent, it almost got rid of the evident smell of diesel from the truck. After some time, Mike found himself falling asleep, relaxing like this was almost too much of a treat. Though, his eyes shot open when he heard the kid Ashton yelling to himself. Someone, or something, on the inside was bothering him. Nearly spilling his drink onto the floor, Mike set it down, and then crouched over by Ashton, setting his drink onto the table as well. "Hey kid, calm down, alright? Nobodies gonna hurt you in here, I promise..."
With really no clue exactly what was going on in the kids mind, Mike drank the rest of his cooler, and set the bottle in the back. Then he climbed over the table and went for the cable to see if the generator inside the railyard had been off. Everything was all charged up and ready for a later date, but for now, they both needed sleep. Opening up the shutter doors on the truck, Mike flicked off the light, but allowed the moon to brighten the place up for now. He took off his vest, along with a light strapped to his pocket, and lay it on the table beside Ashton. The kid could wear it if he got cold, the nights out here werent the warmest. "Im gonna... Uh, go sleep in the cab. You come get me if you need anything, alright?"
Without saying anymore, Mike shut the trailer doors, and moved back around the truck and into the drivers seat. Resting back in the seat, he unholstered his gun, and lay it on the dashboard in front of him. Something was definitly wrong with that kid, he was obviously mentally ill, or just broken. Mike wasnt sure if he himself was the best person to stick around, and he might even be able to convince Ashton to stay here at the Railyard. It was safer for him, there wouldnt have to be anything to worry about. But, the kid wanted to go to Chicago, there was something there waiting for him. Closing his eyes, Mike felt himself drifting off, until finally he was fast asleep. Whatever waited them, hopefully the kid wouldnt mind pitching in for being company.
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Post by Brucey on Jul 29, 2010 11:31:24 GMT -5
Calming down slightly Ashton laid on the couch with no intention of getting up anytime soon. He thought about what just happened, how Mike reacted, how it was just a terrible moment for him, and probably for Mike too. Ashton just laid there as the shutters were closed and Mike made his way for the cab of the truck. At least he didn't just leave Ashton for good, just took a different spot to stay in.
some time passed and Ashton continued to lay there drifting off into sleep, the tender embrace of a good nights rest. Ashton entered a deep slumber with just a blank dream. Nothing special. though some how by some force he was able to wake up as soon as the sun started rising up. He had no clue how much time he had actually slept but he felt rested and good.
Rolling over Ashton stretched out each one of his limbs getting into the roll of the morning. "I wonder if Mikes up..." He mumbled to himself with somewhat of a just woke up tone. Stumbling over to the door Ashton grabbed the metal handle and pried the weighted door up and hopped out onto the earth. Everything seemed nice and clear. Dew of the morning spread out on the plants that were still around here. Shutting the door behind him he walked over to the drivers side of the cab and began to knock on the window to get a sleeping Mike up cause Ashton could tell from no movement inside he was dead asleep.
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Post by Winters on Jul 29, 2010 17:47:18 GMT -5
The morning air was peaceful, it had been a very sunny day. A cool breeze shifting around the air made him almost forget there was even cause for alarm. But hearing gunshots ring off in the distance, it put Mike back into a state of awareness, there were people out there suffering. "I know, Jess, but I just dont know how safe it would be to take him along. He says he wants to go to Chicago, and you know the last weve heard from the people there. Hey, I gotta go, peace." Mike had been talking to the tower guard, a female this time, who was on morning shift. This was, however, on the other side of the railyard, away from the truck, so he couldnt see Ashton exiting the vehicle. But her certain heard the door closing shut after it was opened, and knew the kid was awake.
But as Mike returned to the large semi truck, he noticed that the kid was standing at the window, trying to see inside. Not wanting to scare him, Mike slowly walked off from the side of the truck, and leaned up against it. When the kid turned around after hearing him, he spoke out in a mildly apologetic tone. "I was just around... I, uh... I didnt want to uh, wake you, or anything... Trucks all situated and ready..." This was when Mike had thought about asking the kid, Ashton, if he was willing to stay back with the railyard. It would be much safer for him, it was safer for anyone. The only reason Mike did what he did was because it was what he was good at. "...Hey Ashton. Did you wanna maybe, uhh... Stay here? It would be safer..."
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Post by Brucey on Jul 29, 2010 19:27:57 GMT -5
Ashton peered around the rail yard. Strange people, civilization, unfamiliar sorrounding. No. There was no chance he would want to stay here on his own. "I would prefer to stay with you..." Ashton said looking at Mike wide eyed and a little upset that he tried to get him to stay here.
Now was probably the best time to explain what was going through his head. Ashton was crazy yes this was true. Mental illness that has no treatment, just random spikes or drops. "Let me.. Let me just explain something." Ashton took a deep breathe and looked at the ground. He was preparing himself mentally to speak. "Im schizophrenic, that is true. As you can tell i talk to myself get paranoid all that stuff. This... This illness has led people to abandon me, get fed up with me, and leave me alone to survive on my own. I hate it. I hate it! I was hoping... When you offered to take me anywhere that you would be the one who actually excepts me as a companion. Now please all i ask is be straight... Do you want me as your companion or not?" Ashton sighed at the end breathing fast as he basically just spoke out an essay.
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Post by Winters on Jul 30, 2010 2:14:11 GMT -5
Listening to Ashton speak, it mustve been hard for him to come out with something like that. It wasnt just a matter of whether or not he wanted the kid as his companion or not, it was just that he was was used to be alone when riding, doing his work. Ever since the outbreak, hes done things on his own, kept his with own flow. The kid could potentially slow him down, or become a liability in the future, if he wasnt careful. However, this isnt what Mike saw. He saw Ashton helping him with the shipment, without any word or questioning. This kind of loyalty has earned him a stay in his truck, and could be much more if he helped just as much as he did the other day.
Walking past the kid, Mike didnt really know what to say, how to answer. He opened up the back of the truck again, and climbed inside. Walking through to the crates of supplies, Mike thought about the future, where they would go, the kinda of things they might find in Chicago. It was a big city, lots of exploring. And it was also a fairly long drive, and that sun was coming down on them like a foxy, well, ya know. Fishing around through a crate, he pulled out a moderately warn Trucker cap, and then jumped out of the trailer closing the door behind him. Walking back around the truck, Mike saw Ashton looking a little saddened, but he spoke out and tossed the hat over to him. "Itll keep the sun out of your eyes... And you can keep the vest, too... Hope in, we only got 14 hours of daylight to burn, kid..."
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Post by Brucey on Jul 30, 2010 11:59:17 GMT -5
Ashton hastened over to the passenger side of the cab and jumped right in after opening the door. Getting comfy in the front seat he begin to exaimine the hat. A tear here and there, little dusty on the outside, and it appeared the bill may have a crack in in. Even if this hat was brand spankin new Ashton would be neglectant to wear it. Hats just werent his style. His style was long leathery coats, v-neck shirts, and jeans. Though he was happy Mike gave him the hat, and would keep it for the sentimental value. Also just to please Mike he would wear it while riding as the truck was in motion, but would take it off and place it safely into an inne coat pocket of his when outside of the truck.
Smacking off whatever dust was left on the thing Ashton then followed through by placing the hat on his head and pushed whatever hair got into his eyes from it to the side. He looked like he was a little poser but who cares. There was meaning behind wearing it. Giving a smile to Mike he signaled a take off to set out for the Windy City. "Soooo... ummmm... Just to break the silence... Whats your story?" Ashton asked hasitantly as he didnt know if the question would upset mike or not.
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Post by Winters on Jul 30, 2010 14:42:18 GMT -5
"No sense in a quiet ten hour trip, right? Gotta have something to talk about... Well, hmm..." Mike had the semi truck on the road in a matter of minutes, and the both of them were driving down the highway along past the Rail Yard Cemetary. It was obvious the kid was tired of driving and not talking, and if an hour seemed like a long time, this one to Chicago was going to seem like days and days. But where to start, exactly? Maybe he was just asking out of thought, and didnt really care where he started the tale. If there was a proper way to tell a story, it certainly wouldnt be the short version. He didnt have that many stories to tell. Fixing himself higher in the seat, Mike jerked his hat down to block out the sun in his face, and kept along the highway.
"Before any of this happened, I was a delivery boy. Not pizzas, furniture, along with other things. It was what I was good at, lifting boxes off of the truck, helping my old man, and the money was pretty good for the time, ya follow me? Thats when I took interest in trucking, felt myself more anxious to get back on the road then to move furniture in for people. Big ol truck, CCR, beer, and a whole lot of time to kill on the road... Oh, uh, CCR, Credence Clearwater Revival. They were an old rockband from back in the day... Anyways, thats what I did for my time before this. When the outbreak did happen, I still had my job. Only I didnt get paid in dollar bills, I got paid in food and supplies, ya follow me?"
It was awhile since Mike even spoke so many words in one time, felt good to think about the past and how far hed come. Of course, he still remembered the world before the outbreak, and CCR was more then likely the tip of the iceberg for Ashton. He wouldve had to have been so young when the outbreak hit, he wouldnt even have much of a memory of it. Poor kid lead a completely different life then he. Mike sat back and thought about it, and then picked up speed along the straight. "So, uh... How about you?"
[Mike and Ashton now in USA, The Country]
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