StoreTyler - Baton Rouge/Bingo Hall - George/Katie
Tyler stared at the man, his face almost contorted into a glare. After a long, tense moment, his features softened and Tyler closed his eyes. This man sounded lonely. Tyler had heard it many times before. Brad had been the loneliest one, hadn't he? "Then I suggest we don't stay here," Tyler eventually said. "My concern is still valid. Someone had to have left those supplies, so we'll have to assume someone will be back to get them. They may come looking for us, but at least they won't find us waiting here for them." He moved away from Katie to kneel down before the backpacks. "Tell me what's where and tell me what you want to bring. We'll sort it out and carry what we can." He paused to look up at George. "I'll help carry your supplies so that me and my daughter can have what we need to survive, nothing more. That's all this is for now. If you touch or even look at my daughter funny, then we'll have a problem."
As Tyler began to scan through the backpacks, he gestured for Katie to help them sort it all out. "My name is..." Thomas? Tyler? What name was he supposed to give now? "... Tyler. And my daughter's name is Katie."
Danny - Outpost - Scouts
The sky above was grey and dull, but Danny found an overwhelming satisfaction in staring up at it nonetheless. They were living in an apocalypse, something one would usually associate with fire and brimstone falling from the sky, or a land ravaged beyond recognizable. Yet even despite the sickness and the biters, the sky was still the same, sometimes blue, sometimes grey. It was calming to know that no matter how crazy things got, Danny could always look upward and find something familiar to him.
Elliot, beside him, suddenly laughed. Danny looked down and gave the boy a quizzical look. Elliot shook his head and raised his hands. "You were looking hypnotized."
Danny smiled to himself. "No, I was just thinking," he said. They had finally let Elliot back on the wall. The early morning was a good opportunity for Danny to hop up there himself so that he could talk with his friend. Some people still didn't want Elliot being a watcher, but no one would say anything now that Elliot was one of the people to take down the big bad Reggie. Danny would keep silent about what Myriah told him, if only for Elliot's sake.
"Were you thinking about your girlfriend?" Elliot looked amused as he expressed the sign name he and Danny had come up with for Shannon. Though sign names were to be agreed upon by the individual themselves, both boys had believed Shannon to be dead at the time, and she had come up enough in conversation that Danny had felt it would be easier for them.
Danny rolled his eyes. "No, not at the moment. It's not like that, anyway. Me and her, we--" He stopped himself, unsure how to sign what he wanted to say. Hell, he wasn't even sure he could put it into words either. "... Whatever, my mind was on more important matters. Some people still look at me weird over Thomas, you know. I vouched for the guy, but they didn't suspect anything either! A bunch of assholes--"
Elliot held out his hand in a stopping gesture. "None of us knew what he was planning. He helped us figure out what kind of man Reggie was and everyone was grateful for that. So we..." Elliot paused and looked downward for a moment. "I know how it feels, Rudy. Don't worry. I know you're strong, so you'll be fine."
Danny nodded and crossed his arms. Letting out a deep breath, he looked beyond the wall, his eyes eyeing the spaces between the trees. There had been no biters wandering nearby this morning. That could only mean good things for the scout mission later that day.
A tap on his shoulder caused Danny to flinch. He looked back toward Elliot who apparently was still carrying on the conversation. Sometimes, Danny forgot that Elliot never spoke at all. Danny had become a lot better at reading sign language than a few months ago and sometimes it weirdly felt like Danny was hearing Elliot's voice inside his head. Danny had heard Elliot cry out a few times before, but he wondered if Elliot's voice really sounded like the voice in his head.
"I would have left if not for my brother. There was nothing here but people who think of me as a liability. You and Myriah have become dear friends of mine, but I didn't want to live around that any longer." Danny moved and opened his mouth to respond, but Elliot put out his hand again. "Wait until I'm done. I would have left, but Richard would rather me be safe behind walls than out there risking my life. I hate to admit it, but it can sometimes be difficult for me out there. I'd had to rely on Richard and others more times that I would have liked. Yet, if Richard was out there and I was here, I would leave immediately, no matter the risks and no matter who I'd be leaving behind."
Elliot paused for a long moment, and Danny had no idea what to say. "But, if you guys needed me..."
"Who do you think we are? Myriah and I don't need anyone's help. Shannon is like a sister to you, isn't she? She's your family, or so you've led me to believe. What you should be doing is finding her. Outpost is not the place it once was. You would be better off with her."
Stillness. Danny was at a loss for words. He slowly began to nod, as he turned to head back to the ground. Elliot was right, but Outpost was still home, wasn't it?
***
It was to be a regular scout mission, but what was 'regular' had changed now that Sylar was in charge. With many cleared paths into the city and The Pub now being used as a way station of sorts, getting into the city was much easier now than it had been when Reggie was in charge. While Sylar and Enrique disagreed on a few things, they both at least were agreed that they needed to keep to the city for supplies. Metairie was smaller and simply not as viable for supply runs any longer.
Danny fell in with the scouts as they geared up for their trek. They'd moved out from the scout cabins and were now stationed at Outpost's gates. While everyone deferred to Sylar, it was clear watching them that the scouts had formed little cliques and tended to associate only within them. The core group of longtime veterans, containing Lucas, Aoife, and Jerry, were unfortunately the smallest group after the events from a month ago. Alex was also a part of the group as no one really shared Reggie's views on the guy's ability. Danny had to admit that Alex was probably more competent than himself, if only when it came to firearms. The next group were the newest scouts, the people who had joined within the last month. They tended to crowd around Sylar and didn't like Enrique much for his reputation and his strict training methods. The third group were in the middle in terms of their size. They had been the people who had joined when Enrique was in charge of them almost 24/7. They viewed Enrique's strict training as tough love, and the majority of them respected the man, even if it made Danny feel sick.
The last group wasn't really a group at all. They were fringe members who were either indifferent to Sylar and Enrique, or the few that had joined during the strange week where Sam's murder was being investigated. Danny felt a part of this 'group' nowadays, despite his status as one of the longest running scouts. Like Enrique, Danny had been a big supporter of Thomas, but unlike Enrique, Danny had never been able to gather much camaraderie among the scouts. He felt close to the veterans, but Danny doubted they felt very close with him. Myriah hadn't given him the name Rudy for nothing.
As per usual, Enrique was doing some last minute drills while Sylar went over the mission itinerary. They were almost always at odds with each other, as if they both vied for the attention of the scouts. Danny had never missed Reggie so much as he did right now.
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Tyler - Baton Rouge/Bingo Hall - Katie/George
Relief was quickly replaced with wariness. The man's story about the backpacks felt off to Tyler, though the guy sounded completely sincere as he relayed it. Tyler wanted to think more on it, but he instead took hold of Katie's arm and nudged her away. The man's offer of travelling together only made Tyler feel more wary. "Why do you want to? Two more mouths to feed, one a little girl... I don't see what you get out of this." Even with Katie complaining of hunger, Tyler didn't feel right taking anything more from this man. It'd been a long time since Tyler trusted easily, and it would be a long time before he ever did so again.
"These supplies... You just found them? What if they were someone else's? You haven't been here very long, so they could come back and find all of us stealing from them." Tyler shook his head and held his grip on Katie's shoulder. "Maybe that's your plan, to blame us when they get back, I don't know. Either way, you're gambling with my daughter's life." He knew he wasn't just being paranoid, he knew just about anything could go wrong at any time. You always planned for the worst, as that was the only way to survive.
Shannon - Campsite - Emma/Rob/Finch
As Shannon held James in her arms, she knew finding Valentina would be impossible at night. It had been foolish of her to wander out into the woods in search of the young girl. She should have died for that mistake. She must have had a guardian angel looking out for her, for it was the only way she could reason how she still lived when so many others did not. "James... let's go back now. We shouldn't be out here." She got to her feet and held the boy by the hand as they walked back in the direction of their camp site. Eventually, James let go of her hand so he could hold her while they walked. She felt him silently weep into her side.
As they neared the fishing line, Shannon could see Emma's flashlight looking over the camp, possibly looking for them. Shannon quickened her step and hopped over the fishing line, but that's when she realised something was wrong. She heard voices and shuffles, indicating that Emma wasn't alone. Shannon told James to get down as she cautiously stepped up next to the tent. She peered over the side to find Emma hugging a man. In the dark of night, Shannon could swear she saw the face of Rob, one of the men from Haywood. Another man lurked off to the side, speaking in a panicked German accent. Shannon's fear gave way to confusion as she stood up straight so that the two men could spot her. "Uh, we're not going to kill anyone," she managed to say. "Is this a friend of yours, Rob? ... And what are you doing here?"
Relief was quickly replaced with wariness. The man's story about the backpacks felt off to Tyler, though the guy sounded completely sincere as he relayed it. Tyler wanted to think more on it, but he instead took hold of Katie's arm and nudged her away. The man's offer of travelling together only made Tyler feel more wary. "Why do you want to? Two more mouths to feed, one a little girl... I don't see what you get out of this." Even with Katie complaining of hunger, Tyler didn't feel right taking anything more from this man. It'd been a long time since Tyler trusted easily, and it would be a long time before he ever did so again.
"These supplies... You just found them? What if they were someone else's? You haven't been here very long, so they could come back and find all of us stealing from them." Tyler shook his head and held his grip on Katie's shoulder. "Maybe that's your plan, to blame us when they get back, I don't know. Either way, you're gambling with my daughter's life." He knew he wasn't just being paranoid, he knew just about anything could go wrong at any time. You always planned for the worst, as that was the only way to survive.
Shannon - Campsite - Emma/Rob/Finch
As Shannon held James in her arms, she knew finding Valentina would be impossible at night. It had been foolish of her to wander out into the woods in search of the young girl. She should have died for that mistake. She must have had a guardian angel looking out for her, for it was the only way she could reason how she still lived when so many others did not. "James... let's go back now. We shouldn't be out here." She got to her feet and held the boy by the hand as they walked back in the direction of their camp site. Eventually, James let go of her hand so he could hold her while they walked. She felt him silently weep into her side.
As they neared the fishing line, Shannon could see Emma's flashlight looking over the camp, possibly looking for them. Shannon quickened her step and hopped over the fishing line, but that's when she realised something was wrong. She heard voices and shuffles, indicating that Emma wasn't alone. Shannon told James to get down as she cautiously stepped up next to the tent. She peered over the side to find Emma hugging a man. In the dark of night, Shannon could swear she saw the face of Rob, one of the men from Haywood. Another man lurked off to the side, speaking in a panicked German accent. Shannon's fear gave way to confusion as she stood up straight so that the two men could spot her. "Uh, we're not going to kill anyone," she managed to say. "Is this a friend of yours, Rob? ... And what are you doing here?"
Tyler - Baton Rouge/Bingo Hall - Katie/George
Tyler nodded and accepted the water graciously. "I was afraid of that," he said, as he opened one of the bottles and handed it to Katie. He whispered to her, "Take a few sips, but no more than that. It needs to last." It had been a hard trek North for Katie. Tyler had overestimated himself and his ability to find resources. It hurt his pride as both a survivor and as a father to admit that he hadn't provided his little girl with everything she needed. For the last few weeks, the world had felt stripped and polluted, unable to sustain life for much longer. He knew that it would be worse in the suburbs, but Tyler couldn't imagine what life awaited the future of mankind. He'd tried to put a stop to all that before, but now Tyler felt foolish for his actions.
He turned back to the man and let out a deep breath. "Thank you. If everything around here is picked clean, we'll just have to keep moving." If everything really was cleaned out, then either a lot of people had been through the area, or there was a group hoarding the supplies. Once the leader of that kind of group himself, Tyler knew it was unlikely they'd give either he or Katie a second thought. "Just one more question, have you seen many people in the area? Either just passing through, or... just, in the area?"
Tyler nodded and accepted the water graciously. "I was afraid of that," he said, as he opened one of the bottles and handed it to Katie. He whispered to her, "Take a few sips, but no more than that. It needs to last." It had been a hard trek North for Katie. Tyler had overestimated himself and his ability to find resources. It hurt his pride as both a survivor and as a father to admit that he hadn't provided his little girl with everything she needed. For the last few weeks, the world had felt stripped and polluted, unable to sustain life for much longer. He knew that it would be worse in the suburbs, but Tyler couldn't imagine what life awaited the future of mankind. He'd tried to put a stop to all that before, but now Tyler felt foolish for his actions.
He turned back to the man and let out a deep breath. "Thank you. If everything around here is picked clean, we'll just have to keep moving." If everything really was cleaned out, then either a lot of people had been through the area, or there was a group hoarding the supplies. Once the leader of that kind of group himself, Tyler knew it was unlikely they'd give either he or Katie a second thought. "Just one more question, have you seen many people in the area? Either just passing through, or... just, in the area?"
Tyler - Baton Rouge/Bingo Hall - Katie/George
When he noticed the door creeping open, Tyler quickly took hold of Katie's hand. He'd managed to get himself into a standing position and pull her away by the time he found himself staring down the barrel of a shotgun. He slightly shook his head and held in a swear.
"We're sorry," Tyler said. "We didn't mean any harm. We're on our own, so we--" He paused to take a breath. "We'll leave you and the area alone, we promise." He inched slowly away, his head downcast in an attempt to seem as nonthreatening as possible. He went to turn Katie around when an idea popped into his head. Could they really just walk away? They were new in these parts, and Tyler imagined the next place they explored would end in similar results. It was a bitter thought, but a man and his daughter were easy targets.
"Wait," Tyler said, turning back to the man with a shotgun. "Have you been in the area long? How far have you seen? How far have you... explored? It would help us greatly to know." That it would, but if the man figured they had a crew waiting on them, he probably wouldn't be so loose with his information. The ball was in his court now, Tyler knew.
When he noticed the door creeping open, Tyler quickly took hold of Katie's hand. He'd managed to get himself into a standing position and pull her away by the time he found himself staring down the barrel of a shotgun. He slightly shook his head and held in a swear.
"We're sorry," Tyler said. "We didn't mean any harm. We're on our own, so we--" He paused to take a breath. "We'll leave you and the area alone, we promise." He inched slowly away, his head downcast in an attempt to seem as nonthreatening as possible. He went to turn Katie around when an idea popped into his head. Could they really just walk away? They were new in these parts, and Tyler imagined the next place they explored would end in similar results. It was a bitter thought, but a man and his daughter were easy targets.
"Wait," Tyler said, turning back to the man with a shotgun. "Have you been in the area long? How far have you seen? How far have you... explored? It would help us greatly to know." That it would, but if the man figured they had a crew waiting on them, he probably wouldn't be so loose with his information. The ball was in his court now, Tyler knew.
Tyler - Baton Rouge/Bingo Hall - Katie
He figured Katie wouldn't remember. He was almost thankful his mother had died before all this mess started. Though, it was a shame Katie never got to meet Helen's parent's at all. "She's looking down on us," he said. "Her and your mom. It's because of them that we're together, Katie. I'm not going to let them down." He smiled and knelt down to her level. He tried to keep the distance between them close when he could, she had been terrified of him leaving her side ever since they reunited. "We just need to get us some food, all right? Hopefully we won't have to go scrounging in cars again..."
He stood to his feet and led Katie down the street. They passed a store or two, but everything looked about as ransacked as the gas station. It was with heavy reservation that Tyler eventually stopped at what appeared to be a bingo hall. Certainly not your usual place to find supplies, but perhaps that meant it had been looked over all these months. He considered leaving Katie at the door again, but certainly he would take longer in here. Putting his little girl through a mental breakdown was about as undesirable as anything else these days, so Tyler was forced to bring her inside.
Dim lighting escaped the dirty and graffiti-stained windows, giving the hall a a bleak and weary atmosphere. It looked clean enough, with rows of white tables placed from one end of the hall to the other. Tyler weaved Katie around the tables and chairs in order to an office of some sort. Perhaps they even had a kitchen in the back, depending on how the owners ran their establishment. He'd recalled a bingo hall back home that served alcohol, but he could scarcely remember much about it. Helen had been the one who had indulged in those particular vices.
Before the 'Employees Only' door, there was a spotless wooden counter with a collection of backpacks hiding underneath it. Tyler furrowed his brow at this and knelt down to examine them. "Help me look through these, Katie. Show me if you find anything neat."
He figured Katie wouldn't remember. He was almost thankful his mother had died before all this mess started. Though, it was a shame Katie never got to meet Helen's parent's at all. "She's looking down on us," he said. "Her and your mom. It's because of them that we're together, Katie. I'm not going to let them down." He smiled and knelt down to her level. He tried to keep the distance between them close when he could, she had been terrified of him leaving her side ever since they reunited. "We just need to get us some food, all right? Hopefully we won't have to go scrounging in cars again..."
He stood to his feet and led Katie down the street. They passed a store or two, but everything looked about as ransacked as the gas station. It was with heavy reservation that Tyler eventually stopped at what appeared to be a bingo hall. Certainly not your usual place to find supplies, but perhaps that meant it had been looked over all these months. He considered leaving Katie at the door again, but certainly he would take longer in here. Putting his little girl through a mental breakdown was about as undesirable as anything else these days, so Tyler was forced to bring her inside.
Dim lighting escaped the dirty and graffiti-stained windows, giving the hall a a bleak and weary atmosphere. It looked clean enough, with rows of white tables placed from one end of the hall to the other. Tyler weaved Katie around the tables and chairs in order to an office of some sort. Perhaps they even had a kitchen in the back, depending on how the owners ran their establishment. He'd recalled a bingo hall back home that served alcohol, but he could scarcely remember much about it. Helen had been the one who had indulged in those particular vices.
Before the 'Employees Only' door, there was a spotless wooden counter with a collection of backpacks hiding underneath it. Tyler furrowed his brow at this and knelt down to examine them. "Help me look through these, Katie. Show me if you find anything neat."
@ThreeDawgFO3, I thought the post was fine, so don't worry haha
ThreeDawgFO3 said
I posted this in the 2nd season OOC, and you approved, but told me to wait until season 3. I'll post my CS again anyway.
I've added him to the character list, so no worries.
Shannon - Woods - Emma/James
The new year had started, Shannon figured, and that meant her birthday had passed her by. Oh well, there wasn't much reason to get excited these days anyway. It had been almost a month since she left, but Shannon still thought of Haywood. She thought of the people that had lived there, the people that had been lost there. She'd been one of the few to survive Haywood's bloody ordeals and it still weighed on her heavily. She had known she couldn't stay there any longer, not just because of the sad memories, but because Haywood simply couldn't sustain her and her friends any longer. She'd wanted Amelia to join her, but the woman had refused, stating that she wanted to protect what remained of Haywood in Anthony's absence. It was hard leaving without her, especially after the deaths of both Daniel and Poly, but Shannon knew that some friends just had to go their separate ways.
She'd left with Emma at least, and she couldn't leave James or Valentina behind either. The boy still clung to her as if she was family, and the girl... Well, Shannon had no idea what else to do with her. Perhaps it wasn't right to bring Valentina out into the wild again, but the little girl had never functioned correctly in a large group. She rarely talked, and only ever to James or Emma. Even then, Emma was far too distant these days for anyone to talk to.
For Shannon, it had been a very lonely month. Though she travelled with three others, she felt at times travelling by herself.
They'd tried to make a living in the city, travelling from building to building in order to keep out of the way of walkers. They eventually discussed trying to make a living in the woods, though starting up a discussion on the matter had felt a bit like pulling teeth. Shannon was unsure of her survival skills and didn't think they could maintain a life outside the city with her group of what were essentially children. All she could do was make a go for it and try to stick close to the city.
Only a few days into their camping venture, they'd managed to set up a small camp with cans on a fishing line for security. It was a humble set-up, and Shannon was thankful they had enough food and water from the city to last them at least a week. James began to express distress at being out in the open, even after Shannon explained the warning system they had set up to him. In order to get the boy to calm down, she and Emma had to maintain a near-constant watch. It was exhausting, and yet another detriment to living out in the woods.
It was evening when Shannon ended her watch to curl up into the tent next to James and Valentina. Emma took over the watch in her stead and Shannon managed to grab about an hour of amazing dreamless sleep.
But then something made the cans move and plink! against each other. Shannon was rocked awake and she sat up immediately. To her horror, the spot next to James was empty-- Valentina was gone. Shannon launched herself out the open tent flap and looked around wildly for the young girl. Her eyes eventually spotted Emma sitting next to the cold fire pit, her body wrapped into a fetal position. Shannon knelt next to the girl and found her staring silently into the ashes.
"Where's Valentina?" Shannon asked. "She's not in the tent!" When Emma didn't respond, Shannon reached out and shook her. "Emma, listen to me!" Despite her shouting, Emma wouldn't move.
Shannon cursed and made a break for the edge of the camp. She stopped at the fishing line and searched through the trees for some sign of Valentina, though it was too dark to see much of anything properly. Despite her better judgement, Shannon hopped over the fishing line and called out, "Valentina!" When nothing responded, she continued further into the forest. "Valentina! Come on!"
When she was far enough so that the camp was out of sight, Shannon heard rustling to her side. She let out a shaky breath and took a step toward the noise. "'Tina? Is that you?"
It was not Valentina. Out of the inky blackness came a short rotting man, his arms reaching out to take hold of Shannon. She yelped in surprise, unable to get away as the walker fell on top of her. She swore out loud and exerted all the force she had in keeping the man's snapping mouth away from her skin. This went on for only a few precious moments, but they felt like forever to Shannon. She began to feel her body give out from exhaustion, and she grunted out in frustration.
There was a small cry and the walker on top of her stopped moving. Shannon blinked in surprise and threw the disgusting corpse off of her. She found James standing over her, a bloody knife gripped in his hands. He looked at her fearfully, and Shannon was relieved. James had never had the courage to do something like that before, but now he had saved her life. She let out a happy sigh and pulled the boy into a hug.
"Thank you, James," she said. "Thank you. That was so dumb of me."
The boy was quiet "... Where's Valentina?"
Shannon ended the hug and held James at arms length. Her eyes looked over his shoulder and toward the dark forest beyond. "... I don't know. She must have run away." Her gaze was brought back to James when she saw tears in his eyes.
"It happened again. It's going to happen again and again forever."
Shannon wanted to tell him everything would be all right, or that Valentina would be okay. All she could say was, "I'm sorry."
Tyler - Gas Station - Katie
Baton Rouge. Not nearly as large as New Orleans, but certainly a place with its own set of dangers. Tyler had wanted to avoid cities in order to avoid running into other people. Walkers were dangerous beasts, but they were largely predictable. Tyler could protect his daughter from walkers, but he couldn't be sure she'd be safe from the living. They were the unpredictable sort, prone to anger and hate and the craziest of things.
As they moved North, Tyler was unsure if they ever should stop. What reason was there to stay in one place? Stability? He knew Katie needed stability, but could he really say anywhere offered stability any longer? Perhaps it would be best to move North, where there would be less people. Perhaps eventually, the cold weather kept the walkers slow and at bay. There was more hope going North than staying where they were, at the very least.
He'd stopped at a gas station that looked like it had seen better days. The windows had been boarded up once, but now the glass was left broken, a few hanging boards left limply hanging on. This wouldn't be a good place for Katie to stay the night, but Tyler figured he had to at least check it out. He left Katie at the door that had a big red 'X' spray-painted over it and stepped inside.
The store racks were completely bare, some looking like they had been kicked around by someone letting off a little steam. There was nothing behind the counter either but dirty blankets and rags. The little gas station had been stripped completely clean, unsurprisingly, but that wasn't what got Tyler's attention. At the back of the store, a large rectangular bulletin board had been put up to lean against the wall. On it were rows upon rows of pinned photographs, written notes, and cries for help. Tyler reached out and grabbed a photo at random to examine the picture of an elderly woman smiling at the camera. She laid on the beach, her grey hair mostly obscured by her sun hat. Whoever was taking the photo managed to get a part of their finger in the shot, blocking off the bottom right of the photo. Tyler stared at this picture for a long time before pinning it back to the board.
He left the gas station and took Katie by the hand outside the door. He walked her toward the street, where he found a sign, stating: 'FIND YOUR LOVED ONES INSIDE!!'. Tyler sighed at this.
"Do you remember your grandmother, Katie?"
Danny - Outpost Cabin - Myriah
He found her in her room with no candles lit. She had been sitting at her desk, looking down with her eyes closed, as if she was dead. Danny walked over to her desk and lit a match so that he could light the candle. Myriah sprang awake as the light illuminated her. She took off her glasses and rubbed at her eyes.
"Hey," he said. " You seemed down today."
She didn't respond immediately, content with rubbing at her eyes. "Yeah, I guess I was." She pulled away her hand to look into the candle's flame. "At the council meeting, we voted to approve Isaac's medical classes. He was really excited. I should be excited. But I just..." She raised her hand and began to count off her fingers. "Samantha. Reggie. Cain. Drew. Bill. Hansel. Steven. Greg. These are the people who had to be sacrificed in order for me to get what I wanted. In order for Matt to get what he wanted. How can I possibly be excited about any of this when it cost us so much?"
There was a stretch of silence while Danny mulled over her words. "Matt has enough say to end the classes. At least you get something you goddamn wanted out of this."
"I believe that's to coddle me. Or to keep me from talking. Either way... I've been made guilty in all this as well. It's disgusting, Rudy."
"God, don't say shit like that. Just..." He sighed and made his way toward Myriah's bed. He sat down on it and looked up toward the ceiling. "You tried your best. We've all made dumb fuckin' mistakes. The scouts are hard enough to deal with as it is without you getting you getting all down on yourself and shit." That was probably an understatement. Ever since the Thomas incident, the scouts had been constantly at odds with each other. Sylar had been made the new leader, but some of the scouts still preferred Enrique. "We barely stopped that horde from taking us out and everyone is constantly arguing. I'm trying to fucking stay out of it, but it bugs me that I still have to look at that dumb shit Enrique's face every day."
Myriah turned to him, her face disapproving. "Rudy--"
He rolled his eyes. "Don't fucking even. That man was working with Thomas and Matt, I know he was. I don't give a shit how much he hates Thomas now, he had a hand in killing our people. I fucking heard him say he wanted to kill Reggie a month ago!"
Myriah raised her hands in a calming motion. "Listen, it's okay. I understand. Outpost isn't the kind of place we imagined it to be. We just have to... keep working toward making things better."
Danny groaned and laid back on the bed. He heard Myriah place her glasses on the desk. "Actually," she said. "It doesn't have to be we. You can always go and find your friend-"
"Myriah!"
"I'd be fine without you. Elliot would be fine. All you could do was talk about her when you thought she was dead, but now she's alive and you-"
He sat up and glared at her. "Stop. I don't want to talk about her." He got off the bed and went for the door. "This is my home now and this is where I'm staying. Nothing will change that."
The new year had started, Shannon figured, and that meant her birthday had passed her by. Oh well, there wasn't much reason to get excited these days anyway. It had been almost a month since she left, but Shannon still thought of Haywood. She thought of the people that had lived there, the people that had been lost there. She'd been one of the few to survive Haywood's bloody ordeals and it still weighed on her heavily. She had known she couldn't stay there any longer, not just because of the sad memories, but because Haywood simply couldn't sustain her and her friends any longer. She'd wanted Amelia to join her, but the woman had refused, stating that she wanted to protect what remained of Haywood in Anthony's absence. It was hard leaving without her, especially after the deaths of both Daniel and Poly, but Shannon knew that some friends just had to go their separate ways.
She'd left with Emma at least, and she couldn't leave James or Valentina behind either. The boy still clung to her as if she was family, and the girl... Well, Shannon had no idea what else to do with her. Perhaps it wasn't right to bring Valentina out into the wild again, but the little girl had never functioned correctly in a large group. She rarely talked, and only ever to James or Emma. Even then, Emma was far too distant these days for anyone to talk to.
For Shannon, it had been a very lonely month. Though she travelled with three others, she felt at times travelling by herself.
They'd tried to make a living in the city, travelling from building to building in order to keep out of the way of walkers. They eventually discussed trying to make a living in the woods, though starting up a discussion on the matter had felt a bit like pulling teeth. Shannon was unsure of her survival skills and didn't think they could maintain a life outside the city with her group of what were essentially children. All she could do was make a go for it and try to stick close to the city.
Only a few days into their camping venture, they'd managed to set up a small camp with cans on a fishing line for security. It was a humble set-up, and Shannon was thankful they had enough food and water from the city to last them at least a week. James began to express distress at being out in the open, even after Shannon explained the warning system they had set up to him. In order to get the boy to calm down, she and Emma had to maintain a near-constant watch. It was exhausting, and yet another detriment to living out in the woods.
It was evening when Shannon ended her watch to curl up into the tent next to James and Valentina. Emma took over the watch in her stead and Shannon managed to grab about an hour of amazing dreamless sleep.
But then something made the cans move and plink! against each other. Shannon was rocked awake and she sat up immediately. To her horror, the spot next to James was empty-- Valentina was gone. Shannon launched herself out the open tent flap and looked around wildly for the young girl. Her eyes eventually spotted Emma sitting next to the cold fire pit, her body wrapped into a fetal position. Shannon knelt next to the girl and found her staring silently into the ashes.
"Where's Valentina?" Shannon asked. "She's not in the tent!" When Emma didn't respond, Shannon reached out and shook her. "Emma, listen to me!" Despite her shouting, Emma wouldn't move.
Shannon cursed and made a break for the edge of the camp. She stopped at the fishing line and searched through the trees for some sign of Valentina, though it was too dark to see much of anything properly. Despite her better judgement, Shannon hopped over the fishing line and called out, "Valentina!" When nothing responded, she continued further into the forest. "Valentina! Come on!"
When she was far enough so that the camp was out of sight, Shannon heard rustling to her side. She let out a shaky breath and took a step toward the noise. "'Tina? Is that you?"
It was not Valentina. Out of the inky blackness came a short rotting man, his arms reaching out to take hold of Shannon. She yelped in surprise, unable to get away as the walker fell on top of her. She swore out loud and exerted all the force she had in keeping the man's snapping mouth away from her skin. This went on for only a few precious moments, but they felt like forever to Shannon. She began to feel her body give out from exhaustion, and she grunted out in frustration.
There was a small cry and the walker on top of her stopped moving. Shannon blinked in surprise and threw the disgusting corpse off of her. She found James standing over her, a bloody knife gripped in his hands. He looked at her fearfully, and Shannon was relieved. James had never had the courage to do something like that before, but now he had saved her life. She let out a happy sigh and pulled the boy into a hug.
"Thank you, James," she said. "Thank you. That was so dumb of me."
The boy was quiet "... Where's Valentina?"
Shannon ended the hug and held James at arms length. Her eyes looked over his shoulder and toward the dark forest beyond. "... I don't know. She must have run away." Her gaze was brought back to James when she saw tears in his eyes.
"It happened again. It's going to happen again and again forever."
Shannon wanted to tell him everything would be all right, or that Valentina would be okay. All she could say was, "I'm sorry."
Tyler - Gas Station - Katie
Baton Rouge. Not nearly as large as New Orleans, but certainly a place with its own set of dangers. Tyler had wanted to avoid cities in order to avoid running into other people. Walkers were dangerous beasts, but they were largely predictable. Tyler could protect his daughter from walkers, but he couldn't be sure she'd be safe from the living. They were the unpredictable sort, prone to anger and hate and the craziest of things.
As they moved North, Tyler was unsure if they ever should stop. What reason was there to stay in one place? Stability? He knew Katie needed stability, but could he really say anywhere offered stability any longer? Perhaps it would be best to move North, where there would be less people. Perhaps eventually, the cold weather kept the walkers slow and at bay. There was more hope going North than staying where they were, at the very least.
He'd stopped at a gas station that looked like it had seen better days. The windows had been boarded up once, but now the glass was left broken, a few hanging boards left limply hanging on. This wouldn't be a good place for Katie to stay the night, but Tyler figured he had to at least check it out. He left Katie at the door that had a big red 'X' spray-painted over it and stepped inside.
The store racks were completely bare, some looking like they had been kicked around by someone letting off a little steam. There was nothing behind the counter either but dirty blankets and rags. The little gas station had been stripped completely clean, unsurprisingly, but that wasn't what got Tyler's attention. At the back of the store, a large rectangular bulletin board had been put up to lean against the wall. On it were rows upon rows of pinned photographs, written notes, and cries for help. Tyler reached out and grabbed a photo at random to examine the picture of an elderly woman smiling at the camera. She laid on the beach, her grey hair mostly obscured by her sun hat. Whoever was taking the photo managed to get a part of their finger in the shot, blocking off the bottom right of the photo. Tyler stared at this picture for a long time before pinning it back to the board.
He left the gas station and took Katie by the hand outside the door. He walked her toward the street, where he found a sign, stating: 'FIND YOUR LOVED ONES INSIDE!!'. Tyler sighed at this.
"Do you remember your grandmother, Katie?"
Danny - Outpost Cabin - Myriah
He found her in her room with no candles lit. She had been sitting at her desk, looking down with her eyes closed, as if she was dead. Danny walked over to her desk and lit a match so that he could light the candle. Myriah sprang awake as the light illuminated her. She took off her glasses and rubbed at her eyes.
"Hey," he said. " You seemed down today."
She didn't respond immediately, content with rubbing at her eyes. "Yeah, I guess I was." She pulled away her hand to look into the candle's flame. "At the council meeting, we voted to approve Isaac's medical classes. He was really excited. I should be excited. But I just..." She raised her hand and began to count off her fingers. "Samantha. Reggie. Cain. Drew. Bill. Hansel. Steven. Greg. These are the people who had to be sacrificed in order for me to get what I wanted. In order for Matt to get what he wanted. How can I possibly be excited about any of this when it cost us so much?"
There was a stretch of silence while Danny mulled over her words. "Matt has enough say to end the classes. At least you get something you goddamn wanted out of this."
"I believe that's to coddle me. Or to keep me from talking. Either way... I've been made guilty in all this as well. It's disgusting, Rudy."
"God, don't say shit like that. Just..." He sighed and made his way toward Myriah's bed. He sat down on it and looked up toward the ceiling. "You tried your best. We've all made dumb fuckin' mistakes. The scouts are hard enough to deal with as it is without you getting you getting all down on yourself and shit." That was probably an understatement. Ever since the Thomas incident, the scouts had been constantly at odds with each other. Sylar had been made the new leader, but some of the scouts still preferred Enrique. "We barely stopped that horde from taking us out and everyone is constantly arguing. I'm trying to fucking stay out of it, but it bugs me that I still have to look at that dumb shit Enrique's face every day."
Myriah turned to him, her face disapproving. "Rudy--"
He rolled his eyes. "Don't fucking even. That man was working with Thomas and Matt, I know he was. I don't give a shit how much he hates Thomas now, he had a hand in killing our people. I fucking heard him say he wanted to kill Reggie a month ago!"
Myriah raised her hands in a calming motion. "Listen, it's okay. I understand. Outpost isn't the kind of place we imagined it to be. We just have to... keep working toward making things better."
Danny groaned and laid back on the bed. He heard Myriah place her glasses on the desk. "Actually," she said. "It doesn't have to be we. You can always go and find your friend-"
"Myriah!"
"I'd be fine without you. Elliot would be fine. All you could do was talk about her when you thought she was dead, but now she's alive and you-"
He sat up and glared at her. "Stop. I don't want to talk about her." He got off the bed and went for the door. "This is my home now and this is where I'm staying. Nothing will change that."
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So, a Walking Dead RP! Continued yet again!
The first two seasons have been completed and I'm pleased to say they've gone extremely well. We've started the third season and we hope some new people become interested. You don't have to be familiar with everything that happened in Season 1 and 2, but a general knowledge of where things stand will help. We've got a summary of the previous seasons and anything else you'd generally need to know. (Not that you would be expected to read the summaries completely as even they have become quite long)
There's no character limit and we'll always be accepting new characters.
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