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Sorry about the delay everyone. Work got really crazy the last few days. >.>
(Alex is opposite side of the Hospital from the main homestead, laying behind the lip of a small hill, that is really little more than a short ridge of raised dirt.)
Alex grimaced as she watched Jacob retreat back into the hospital, bandits slamming against the door behind him. It was only a matter of time before they got in somehow. The redhead unlimbered her rifle as quietly as she could while remaining prone, bringing it to bear and aiming down the sights. She could only hope someone else had realized what was going on and she wouldn't be fighting alone with only whoever was still inside as allies. She waited a full minute, swallowing hard as she zeroed in on a particularly wild and insane looking man. He wasn't particularly large or strong looking, but he nonetheless scared her the most. His back was covered with scars, including two or three puckered circles that looked like bullet wounds. It was either him or the one with the slicked back hair and the pretty face. From the look of his meticulously cared for hair and clothing he was in a tossup for most insane of the bunch and she was sure that if she were to check his nails afterward they would be perfectly manicured. Both of them were out of sight for the rest of Homestead's defenders and each seemed more dangerous to her than the rest of the riffraff on her side.
She readjusted her aim, deciding that a pretty bandit just wasn't something she was comfortable with, the sight falling on his side aiming for a lung shot through his ribs. Even still she didn't take the shot, still waiting for more favorable conditions. Just as she had given up on help and her finger began to tighten down she heard the distant thunder of a large caliber rifle. She gave a steadying breath of relief as one of the men assaulting the door crumple to the ground screaming. The bandit with the neat, clean hair turned towards the sound and offered her a better angle. She smiled as her finger squeezed, knowing exactly where her shot would hit before the trigger was even partially depressed. She didn't wait for the blooms of red to appear in his chest before she swung to the next, taking aim and beginning to track the wildman under her sights as he dashed for cover.
Alex grimaced as she watched Jacob retreat back into the hospital, bandits slamming against the door behind him. It was only a matter of time before they got in somehow. The redhead unlimbered her rifle as quietly as she could while remaining prone, bringing it to bear and aiming down the sights. She could only hope someone else had realized what was going on and she wouldn't be fighting alone with only whoever was still inside as allies. She waited a full minute, swallowing hard as she zeroed in on a particularly wild and insane looking man. He wasn't particularly large or strong looking, but he nonetheless scared her the most. His back was covered with scars, including two or three puckered circles that looked like bullet wounds. It was either him or the one with the slicked back hair and the pretty face. From the look of his meticulously cared for hair and clothing he was in a tossup for most insane of the bunch and she was sure that if she were to check his nails afterward they would be perfectly manicured. Both of them were out of sight for the rest of Homestead's defenders and each seemed more dangerous to her than the rest of the riffraff on her side.
She readjusted her aim, deciding that a pretty bandit just wasn't something she was comfortable with, the sight falling on his side aiming for a lung shot through his ribs. Even still she didn't take the shot, still waiting for more favorable conditions. Just as she had given up on help and her finger began to tighten down she heard the distant thunder of a large caliber rifle. She gave a steadying breath of relief as one of the men assaulting the door crumple to the ground screaming. The bandit with the neat, clean hair turned towards the sound and offered her a better angle. She smiled as her finger squeezed, knowing exactly where her shot would hit before the trigger was even partially depressed. She didn't wait for the blooms of red to appear in his chest before she swung to the next, taking aim and beginning to track the wildman under her sights as he dashed for cover.
Her vision swam, head throbbed as she held a hand to her temple, "Gah, why now?" She asked aloud, staring down into what appeared to be the package of stale crackers she had eaten earlier. The redhead hadn't really had all that much trouble with her stomach since making it to homestead, but it seemed every time that 'voice' decided to wake back up she had trouble keeping her lunch down. The woman stood back up from the bushes wiping a hand across her mouth. How long had she been like that, struggling against her stomach? It was already getting dark. She squinted into the changing light, had she really only made it that far? Her stomach rolled again as she looked towards the hospital, "Fine, fine." She said angrily under her breath. She'd give Karen the medicine if....
She froze, cocking her head to the side as she looked towards the hospital. She may have just been a patrol officer, but she recognized breaching tactics. Luckily she was far enough away that focused on their task as they were they did not notice her. With no cover anywhere near her she slowly lowered herself to the ground and flattened out, her pistol drawn and in her hand. She could get away, right now, they'd never see her, but what about Karen. She might not know the doctor very well, but she was important to their group, if for no other reason than because she could patch people up, "Shit, shit, fuck this, fuck me." She was new here, and even if it was the best place she had found so far, it wasn't her responsibility to defend it, certainly wasn't worth her life. That was her mind made up, Alex went to holster her pistol, but of course fate raised the stakes. Karen they might just bully over, take the medical supplies and leave, but the man walking towards the hospital? They couldn't see each other yet, but if anything unexpected happened, men like this would start killing wantonly. She crawled to a position where she was just out of anyone's peripheral vision and started waving her hand overhead madly, her free hand drawing her pistol and readying it. She could only hope whoever it was got the hint and also that the bandits didn't see her first.
She froze, cocking her head to the side as she looked towards the hospital. She may have just been a patrol officer, but she recognized breaching tactics. Luckily she was far enough away that focused on their task as they were they did not notice her. With no cover anywhere near her she slowly lowered herself to the ground and flattened out, her pistol drawn and in her hand. She could get away, right now, they'd never see her, but what about Karen. She might not know the doctor very well, but she was important to their group, if for no other reason than because she could patch people up, "Shit, shit, fuck this, fuck me." She was new here, and even if it was the best place she had found so far, it wasn't her responsibility to defend it, certainly wasn't worth her life. That was her mind made up, Alex went to holster her pistol, but of course fate raised the stakes. Karen they might just bully over, take the medical supplies and leave, but the man walking towards the hospital? They couldn't see each other yet, but if anything unexpected happened, men like this would start killing wantonly. She crawled to a position where she was just out of anyone's peripheral vision and started waving her hand overhead madly, her free hand drawing her pistol and readying it. She could only hope whoever it was got the hint and also that the bandits didn't see her first.
A full day near wasted: Wasted time, wasted effort, wasted ammo, and worst of all another wasted life. All of this waste just for the sake of looting an already stripped town. The redhead sighed, what was his name again? David, no Damien? Had she already forgotten his name or had she never learned it? The redhead forged ahead, her face screwed up in consternation, trying to remember the man’s, actually little more than a boy’s face, or even the sound of his voice, anything to relieve the gnawing guilt of having forgotten.
“It sucks.” A voice came from her immediate right, shocking the woman out of her reverie, “Poor Daniel, hell poor Julie, she’s going to miss him, I guess we all are.” The man said looking over at Alex for confirmation.
The woman swallowed hard and nodded, “Yeah, he was a good guy.” Like you would know, you forgot his name. She shook her head staring straight ahead.
The man nodded, “That he was.” And that was all the grieving required for Daniel as the man’s face reset into a ‘just business’ expression, “Hey, mind running this to the clinic. I know you have a couple of things you found for Karen as well.” The man, what was his name, said handing her a cardboard package of Benadryl, fully half the pills already gone and the rest questionable as to whether they were still good.
The redhead gave a curt nod and took the medicine, breaking off from the group to deliver what little she had found. A bottle of Tylenol, more a luxury than of any real medical use, but she knew it could probably still save someone some pain. On the other hand, she could keep it, it’d be good to just be able to pop one and boom, instant headache relief, it was funny the luxuries you truly missed but never would have thought of before all this. The Benadryl would ensure dreamless sleep, for a short while anyway or for those particularly bad nights. A small voice began digging at her mind, What about the epinephrine, the inhaler, surely someone around here has asthma, allergies…? The voice cut off as though a door had been slammed in the speaker’s face. That was Cody’s medicine, she needed it for him. Cody is… The door slammed again.
She found herself standing in front of the medical building, not remembering the journey at all, hand outstretched as though to knock on the door. After a moment’s hesitation her hand rapped sharply once against the door and walked in, stepping aside to let Edward, Earl the voice called admonishingly, pass by. She cast a sideways glance at the others in the room, nodding a greeting to them all before placing the Tylenol, Benadryl, and half used containers of aloe vera and cough syrup each on the table, “Sorry that’s all the medical supplies we found before we had to get out. Walkers have moved in on that town again.” She said awkwardly, eyes casting down suddenly, almost as if she were ashamed of something, “I’m not even sure if any of it is in date or useful in any way, but it’s yours.” She said, already taking a step backwards to leave again. They were probably discussing their plans for leaving, she really should stick around figure out what the plan was if she were going, but right now she just felt sick to her stomach, she always felt nauseated, she supposed the others did as well, hunger and feeling sick were just a part of what it meant to be alive and not one of them now.
“It sucks.” A voice came from her immediate right, shocking the woman out of her reverie, “Poor Daniel, hell poor Julie, she’s going to miss him, I guess we all are.” The man said looking over at Alex for confirmation.
The woman swallowed hard and nodded, “Yeah, he was a good guy.” Like you would know, you forgot his name. She shook her head staring straight ahead.
The man nodded, “That he was.” And that was all the grieving required for Daniel as the man’s face reset into a ‘just business’ expression, “Hey, mind running this to the clinic. I know you have a couple of things you found for Karen as well.” The man, what was his name, said handing her a cardboard package of Benadryl, fully half the pills already gone and the rest questionable as to whether they were still good.
The redhead gave a curt nod and took the medicine, breaking off from the group to deliver what little she had found. A bottle of Tylenol, more a luxury than of any real medical use, but she knew it could probably still save someone some pain. On the other hand, she could keep it, it’d be good to just be able to pop one and boom, instant headache relief, it was funny the luxuries you truly missed but never would have thought of before all this. The Benadryl would ensure dreamless sleep, for a short while anyway or for those particularly bad nights. A small voice began digging at her mind, What about the epinephrine, the inhaler, surely someone around here has asthma, allergies…? The voice cut off as though a door had been slammed in the speaker’s face. That was Cody’s medicine, she needed it for him. Cody is… The door slammed again.
She found herself standing in front of the medical building, not remembering the journey at all, hand outstretched as though to knock on the door. After a moment’s hesitation her hand rapped sharply once against the door and walked in, stepping aside to let Edward, Earl the voice called admonishingly, pass by. She cast a sideways glance at the others in the room, nodding a greeting to them all before placing the Tylenol, Benadryl, and half used containers of aloe vera and cough syrup each on the table, “Sorry that’s all the medical supplies we found before we had to get out. Walkers have moved in on that town again.” She said awkwardly, eyes casting down suddenly, almost as if she were ashamed of something, “I’m not even sure if any of it is in date or useful in any way, but it’s yours.” She said, already taking a step backwards to leave again. They were probably discussing their plans for leaving, she really should stick around figure out what the plan was if she were going, but right now she just felt sick to her stomach, she always felt nauseated, she supposed the others did as well, hunger and feeling sick were just a part of what it meant to be alive and not one of them now.
I will be making a post tonight if I still can, been super busy and I'll be honest I was still half waiting on Freestep, but as that seems to be a fruitless wait at this point, I would still like to join in if it is okay.
Yeah I haven't jumped into the conversation until now, but I do think we need to hold off a bit more.
1. Freestep hasn't answered my pm about her special project and I sent that when Winter was the newest app. That means she doesn't know this much interest has generated so fast and may have just been busy/tired/sick and felt like not checking up for a few days wasn't a big deal. So a bit more patience is warranted I think.
2. I know what her pet project was and it would sort of get f'ed up if we just jumped in and started without her I think. Not completely it could always be squeezed in.
3. I'm excited too, and I am glad that everyone decided to be democratic about the process, but its really became a mob mentality sort of democracy with the excitement.
Just what I think. If everyone decides this is what is best, then I won't argue, I just wanted to offer a counter point to think about in all the excitement that is always generated by possible solutions to lack of excitement.
1. Freestep hasn't answered my pm about her special project and I sent that when Winter was the newest app. That means she doesn't know this much interest has generated so fast and may have just been busy/tired/sick and felt like not checking up for a few days wasn't a big deal. So a bit more patience is warranted I think.
2. I know what her pet project was and it would sort of get f'ed up if we just jumped in and started without her I think. Not completely it could always be squeezed in.
3. I'm excited too, and I am glad that everyone decided to be democratic about the process, but its really became a mob mentality sort of democracy with the excitement.
Just what I think. If everyone decides this is what is best, then I won't argue, I just wanted to offer a counter point to think about in all the excitement that is always generated by possible solutions to lack of excitement.
Bump
Blargh, double post sorry.
Crowbar is a small one as otherwise weight would be an issue, The hatchet can go actually as I saw Vonghese has a wire saw and it was not meant as a weapon.
Inhaler and epinephrine both are actually backstory things. She had a son with her ex husband. Son was visiting father at the time. She never found him one way or another, but assumes him dead. She carries it around still and can never quite bring herself to throw the stuff away.
Inhaler and epinephrine both are actually backstory things. She had a son with her ex husband. Son was visiting father at the time. She never found him one way or another, but assumes him dead. She carries it around still and can never quite bring herself to throw the stuff away.
Name: Alexia Blackwell
Age: 27
Height:5’9”
Weight: 137 lbs
Equipment:
Canteen- half full-3 20 oz bottles of water
Epinephrine hypos x3
Asthma Inhaler
Good quality braided rope.
Map of the area swiped from a local gas station.
A few cans of surprise food with labels worn away.
4 packages of rice looted from a local food donation center.
Bottle of water purification tablets and a bottle of vitamins.
Crowbar
Zippo Lighter
Box of waterproof matches
2 packs of cigarettes
2x changes of clothes. 8x pairs of socks.
Weapons:
Beretta 92FS 9mm. 4x 9 round magazines loaded. Box of 28/50 additional rounds.
AR-15 601. 1x 30 round magazine loaded. 1x 14 rounds. 1 empty. No addtl rounds.
Nightstick.
Can of Mace: in pack.
3x Tear gas grenades: in pack.
3 inch fold out pocket knife
S&W .40 pistol 1x 15 round magazine, strapped to left calf. 6 extra rounds in pack.
Previous Occupation: Police Dispatch. Originally a smallish town sheriff deputy in Arkansas, two years into her career she found herself busted down to dispatch. She never talks about what happened, so it must have been rather controversial or traumatizing
Appearance: Picture is a decent reference. However once upon a time at the height of her physical condition her weight hovered just below 155 lbs. Now her muscles definition has seemed to melt away along with any excess fat.
Bio: A redheaded woman stood, hand on the hood of a patrol car, arm shaking with fatigue as she tried to hold herself up. Her pallor quickly shifted through various shades of green until with grotesque wretching she slipped to the ground, her last meal landing between her knees. She had thought the man in their drunk tank was just that, until he took a mouthful of deputy Parker back into the cell with him.
A hand landed on her shoulder, squeezing gently, “You okay?” Alex nodded in the affirmative, “Yeah, just a bad memory, you know, seems almost tame compared to what I have seen since, but…” The man nodded at her knowingly, “I read you, but you have to pull it together. I can’t have you falling apart when the shit hits the fan you know? Like last time.”
Charlie had been really grinding her fucking nerves lately, she knew it was her fault his brother died, she felt bad enough about it, so maybe it was understandable when she stood and spun on her heel, the words shouting into the quiet of the night, “I’m fine!” She screamed at the darkness, no one, no one living at least, anywhere near enough to hear her. The redhead wiped fresh tears from her eyes, fighting the urge to retch again and began putting one foot in front of the other, heading nowhere in particular, her steps weaving side to side from weariness from time to time.
Almost unknowingly, unless her subconscious guided her, she had been following after another group. Only assorted trash and the occasional spent shell casings as clues to their passing. Just past midnight she had caught sight of them ahead, the glint of a scope or binoculars zeroing in on her or perhaps just a flashlight errantly waving into the night. She ducked into a nearby building for the night. She didn’t get much sleep that night. Her mind seemed frenzied, trying to decide if she would try to join them or not. Trying to decide if it was worth finding new allies and friends just to lose them, trying to decide if she should even keep going; It was only a few hours to daybreak when she decided, she would try to hook up with them if she saw them again in the morning.
(Once with them she stays just for lack of a better objective and fear of being alone again now that she has found a group worth staying with.)
(Also feel free to say no to any equipment you don't like.)
Age: 27
Height:5’9”
Weight: 137 lbs
Equipment:
Canteen- half full-3 20 oz bottles of water
Epinephrine hypos x3
Asthma Inhaler
Good quality braided rope.
Map of the area swiped from a local gas station.
A few cans of surprise food with labels worn away.
4 packages of rice looted from a local food donation center.
Bottle of water purification tablets and a bottle of vitamins.
Crowbar
Zippo Lighter
Box of waterproof matches
2 packs of cigarettes
2x changes of clothes. 8x pairs of socks.
Weapons:
Beretta 92FS 9mm. 4x 9 round magazines loaded. Box of 28/50 additional rounds.
AR-15 601. 1x 30 round magazine loaded. 1x 14 rounds. 1 empty. No addtl rounds.
Nightstick.
Can of Mace: in pack.
3x Tear gas grenades: in pack.
3 inch fold out pocket knife
S&W .40 pistol 1x 15 round magazine, strapped to left calf. 6 extra rounds in pack.
Previous Occupation: Police Dispatch. Originally a smallish town sheriff deputy in Arkansas, two years into her career she found herself busted down to dispatch. She never talks about what happened, so it must have been rather controversial or traumatizing
Appearance: Picture is a decent reference. However once upon a time at the height of her physical condition her weight hovered just below 155 lbs. Now her muscles definition has seemed to melt away along with any excess fat.
Bio: A redheaded woman stood, hand on the hood of a patrol car, arm shaking with fatigue as she tried to hold herself up. Her pallor quickly shifted through various shades of green until with grotesque wretching she slipped to the ground, her last meal landing between her knees. She had thought the man in their drunk tank was just that, until he took a mouthful of deputy Parker back into the cell with him.
A hand landed on her shoulder, squeezing gently, “You okay?” Alex nodded in the affirmative, “Yeah, just a bad memory, you know, seems almost tame compared to what I have seen since, but…” The man nodded at her knowingly, “I read you, but you have to pull it together. I can’t have you falling apart when the shit hits the fan you know? Like last time.”
Charlie had been really grinding her fucking nerves lately, she knew it was her fault his brother died, she felt bad enough about it, so maybe it was understandable when she stood and spun on her heel, the words shouting into the quiet of the night, “I’m fine!” She screamed at the darkness, no one, no one living at least, anywhere near enough to hear her. The redhead wiped fresh tears from her eyes, fighting the urge to retch again and began putting one foot in front of the other, heading nowhere in particular, her steps weaving side to side from weariness from time to time.
Almost unknowingly, unless her subconscious guided her, she had been following after another group. Only assorted trash and the occasional spent shell casings as clues to their passing. Just past midnight she had caught sight of them ahead, the glint of a scope or binoculars zeroing in on her or perhaps just a flashlight errantly waving into the night. She ducked into a nearby building for the night. She didn’t get much sleep that night. Her mind seemed frenzied, trying to decide if she would try to join them or not. Trying to decide if it was worth finding new allies and friends just to lose them, trying to decide if she should even keep going; It was only a few hours to daybreak when she decided, she would try to hook up with them if she saw them again in the morning.
(Once with them she stays just for lack of a better objective and fear of being alone again now that she has found a group worth staying with.)
(Also feel free to say no to any equipment you don't like.)
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