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Jon - Baton Rouge - Jacob
Jon Evans was on Perkins, just below Highway Ten, when his radio started to life. It was Jackson. Or, well, "The Jackal" as he told people to call himself. Of the group of people Tremblay had rallied around himself before treking into Baton Rouge, Jon thought Jackson was probably the strangest. "I... thought I saw a guy in the... area. He... but, uh, he slipped away from me and the others. Have you happened to see... anyone, no?"
Without speaking into the radio, Jon sighed. It was hard to understand Jackson sometimes due to his weird manner of speech. Sometimes the man would mumble entirely, forcing anyone listening to him to ask him to repeat himself over and over. "I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary," Jon admitted, speaking into the radio. "You said you heard the horn over by the Bawell group? Maybe whoever--"
"No. No, I don't think so." The Jackal also liked to interrupt people. "You know, uh, we could ask of them... if they've heard."
Jon rolled his eyes. "I mean... okay. If someone is over there making a bunch of noise, then they probably aren't from around here. They could be whoever you spotted."
"Yeah... maybe. But--"
"What did he look like?" Jon was met with silence at this inquiry. He stuck his head out the window of his truck and eyed the corner of Pickett and Perkins. There was a lot of tall grass in the area, so he knew it was entirely possible to pass by the street unnoticed here. He started the truck so that he could patrol the block when Jackson finally responded to his question.
"White. Tall. Brown hair. Young, I guess."
Well, that described a whole lot of people, didn't it? Jon didn't say that though, instead saying, "Okay, I'll keep an eye out." He put the radio down and let out a deep breath as he started his search.
Jon Evans was on Perkins, just below Highway Ten, when his radio started to life. It was Jackson. Or, well, "The Jackal" as he told people to call himself. Of the group of people Tremblay had rallied around himself before treking into Baton Rouge, Jon thought Jackson was probably the strangest. "I... thought I saw a guy in the... area. He... but, uh, he slipped away from me and the others. Have you happened to see... anyone, no?"
Without speaking into the radio, Jon sighed. It was hard to understand Jackson sometimes due to his weird manner of speech. Sometimes the man would mumble entirely, forcing anyone listening to him to ask him to repeat himself over and over. "I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary," Jon admitted, speaking into the radio. "You said you heard the horn over by the Bawell group? Maybe whoever--"
"No. No, I don't think so." The Jackal also liked to interrupt people. "You know, uh, we could ask of them... if they've heard."
Jon rolled his eyes. "I mean... okay. If someone is over there making a bunch of noise, then they probably aren't from around here. They could be whoever you spotted."
"Yeah... maybe. But--"
"What did he look like?" Jon was met with silence at this inquiry. He stuck his head out the window of his truck and eyed the corner of Pickett and Perkins. There was a lot of tall grass in the area, so he knew it was entirely possible to pass by the street unnoticed here. He started the truck so that he could patrol the block when Jackson finally responded to his question.
"White. Tall. Brown hair. Young, I guess."
Well, that described a whole lot of people, didn't it? Jon didn't say that though, instead saying, "Okay, I'll keep an eye out." He put the radio down and let out a deep breath as he started his search.
Turtles said
I do have one question: How long ago was the start of the outbreak?
About eight months now.
Turtles said
Alright cool! So I just make a post now, right?
Yep! Feel free to do your own thing or run into any of the groups running around. The second post has info about about who's with who.
@Turtles, The sheet looks good to me! Consider it accepted.
Tyler - Baton Rouge/Apartment - Katie/Scarlett
Katie was apologizing, but Tyler would hear none of it. He spoke over her, not relenting until she stopped. "Stop," he said. "Stop. You didn't do anything wrong. None of this was your fault. Katelyn--" He moved his hands to her shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze. "You're not dirty. Nothing... Nothing is wrong with you." It was true, really, as all the fault was on Tyler. If something was wrong with Katie, it was because of him.
After Scarlett answered, Tyler looked up at her and nodded. She was right, and Tyler knew he had to let his own daughter in on a few things as well. He couldn't possibly tell them everything-- No one had ever understood him, so he didn't dare believe anyone would start understanding him now-- but he had to come clean just a little. Just enough to make things clear. Taking his hands off Katie's shoulders and putting them to his side, Tyler let out a weary sigh. "There's a few things I have to tell you... Both of you." He stared at Katie, still kneeling in front of her. "That man-- Berk... I knew him once. I did some... very upsetting things that made him hate me. He must have been following us for a while now, waiting until..." Tyler paused to lick his lips. This was a delicate topic, and it was starting to make him sweat. "I'm sorry, Katie, but your daddy wasn't the nicest man a few months ago. I was actually a really bad man." He stood now and looked at Scarlett. "I led a group of dangerous people. I didn't approve of everything that was done, but I'd felt it was necessary at the time. I just wanted to protect Katie... make a place where she could be safe. After her mother and... and her brother--"
He had to stop for a moment; Had to gather himself. He brought a hand to his face and rubbed at tired eyes. "Those people are gone, but my actions had consequences. You were never the dirty one, Katie. It was always me." He cleared his throat, placing a hand behind him so that he could lean against the door of the bathroom. "I did it to protect you, but that wasn't right of me. You're everything, Katie. You mean absolutely everything to me. You're my hope, no one else. I was wrong to shelter you, so now I have to do the hardest thing I can imagine." Steeling himself, Tyler balled his hands into fists. It made him want to throw up all over again to even think of this, but it had to be done. He'd gone about this all wrong from the day it began. "You need to learn to survive, Katie. To protect yourself. To carry a gun and know how to shoot it."
He looked now at Scarlett, cautiously. He didn't know how she'd feel about all of this, especially concerning that last bit. "I trust you. I need your help."
Katie was apologizing, but Tyler would hear none of it. He spoke over her, not relenting until she stopped. "Stop," he said. "Stop. You didn't do anything wrong. None of this was your fault. Katelyn--" He moved his hands to her shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze. "You're not dirty. Nothing... Nothing is wrong with you." It was true, really, as all the fault was on Tyler. If something was wrong with Katie, it was because of him.
After Scarlett answered, Tyler looked up at her and nodded. She was right, and Tyler knew he had to let his own daughter in on a few things as well. He couldn't possibly tell them everything-- No one had ever understood him, so he didn't dare believe anyone would start understanding him now-- but he had to come clean just a little. Just enough to make things clear. Taking his hands off Katie's shoulders and putting them to his side, Tyler let out a weary sigh. "There's a few things I have to tell you... Both of you." He stared at Katie, still kneeling in front of her. "That man-- Berk... I knew him once. I did some... very upsetting things that made him hate me. He must have been following us for a while now, waiting until..." Tyler paused to lick his lips. This was a delicate topic, and it was starting to make him sweat. "I'm sorry, Katie, but your daddy wasn't the nicest man a few months ago. I was actually a really bad man." He stood now and looked at Scarlett. "I led a group of dangerous people. I didn't approve of everything that was done, but I'd felt it was necessary at the time. I just wanted to protect Katie... make a place where she could be safe. After her mother and... and her brother--"
He had to stop for a moment; Had to gather himself. He brought a hand to his face and rubbed at tired eyes. "Those people are gone, but my actions had consequences. You were never the dirty one, Katie. It was always me." He cleared his throat, placing a hand behind him so that he could lean against the door of the bathroom. "I did it to protect you, but that wasn't right of me. You're everything, Katie. You mean absolutely everything to me. You're my hope, no one else. I was wrong to shelter you, so now I have to do the hardest thing I can imagine." Steeling himself, Tyler balled his hands into fists. It made him want to throw up all over again to even think of this, but it had to be done. He'd gone about this all wrong from the day it began. "You need to learn to survive, Katie. To protect yourself. To carry a gun and know how to shoot it."
He looked now at Scarlett, cautiously. He didn't know how she'd feel about all of this, especially concerning that last bit. "I trust you. I need your help."
Tyler - Baton Rouge/Apartment - Scarlett/Katie/Jacob
He entered the living room looking and feeling a lot better than before. As all his available clothes were dirty, Jace and Caleb had offered him some of their clothing to help him out. Jace was slightly bigger than he was and Caleb was slightly smaller, but Tyler managed to cobble together an outfit that fit him well enough between them. He asked the group where Katie was and was told she was in the upstairs bathroom with Scarlett. Before Tyler could see her however, Jace grabbed him by the arm before he could enter the hall. "Man, you have to tell us who that was back there," Jace said. His voice was low, but everyone in the room was listening in anyway. Tyler's gaze wandered from Jace and looked at everyone in turn.
"I don't know," Tyler was forced to say. "He was... crazy." He knew it wasn't a sufficient answer. Berk had been definitely crazy, but he knew the connection between Tyler and his daughter. The group knew that Tyler had to have known the man at one point in time. Jacob especially. "He must have been watching us all and saw that Katie was my daughter. I... I don't know why this happened. I'm just glad we're all okay." Jace tensed slightly, but eventually backed off. He shared a glance with Tina, and Tyler knew what they thought. They didn't press the issue probably because of the damage that had been done, but Tyler was sure this topic would come back at some point. Still, with that out of the way, Tyler moved to join Scarlett and his daughter.
He closed the bathroom door behind him and knelt down to pull Katie into a hug without saying a word to Scarlett. Tears ran down his face as he gingerly brushed at Katie's hair. "You're alive," was all he could say. "You're alive. You're alive." He ended the hug to examine his little girl, relieved she looked better than before. Caleb had been nice enough to clean her up and bandage her wounds. Tyler looked up at Scarlett and said, "Thank you." He sniffed and swallowed what felt like a heavy lump in his throat. He'd only just met this girl yesterday, but she reminded him of Lauren. It was almost scary how similarly the two woman carried themselves. Add a few years and red hair on Scarlett, and Tyler was sure she'd be the spitting image of Lauren.
Her resemblance made him pause, and in this vulnerable moment, Tyler had to ask, "Do you... Do you trust me?"
Tremblay - Baton Rouge - Matt
Matt's hands had been tied and his eyes blindfolded simply because it was a formality. One of the men transporting him had said as much, but looking at the sight of him being roughly pushed into the furniture store, Michael Tremblay could only think they had gone a bit too far. They untied Matt and allowed him to finally move on his own, to which Tremblay walked over to him and gave the man a charming smile. "Glad you could make it," he said, gesturing for Matt to follow him further into the store. His vague accent was more pronounced today, sounding distinctly French now. It was a sign that Tremblay was tired today. It took an unfortunate amount of effort to sound more American, to which he wondered how some actors had even done it.
There was a large bulletin board full of maps and notes in the centre of the store that was surrounded by couches and armchairs. Tremblay directed Matt to sit down at one of the couches while he sat down on a bed across from Matt. Tremblay clasped his hands together and continued smiling evenly. "I hadn't exactly warned you about the rough welcome you were likely to receive... I apologize for that. We're forced to operate with a... ah... a heavy hand." He gestured slightly, attempting to word this delicately. "We're not soft. Not like Outpost. It's why I left in the first place, you can imagine." Tremblay shrugged. "... Speaking of which, now that you're here, I assume Outpost hasn't been doing so well since my visit. I thought it would last longer... It's a shame, really. I thought that place would be something really amazing, once upon a time."
It had been Myriah's fault, Tremblay believed. She had known it as well, even, but that hadn't been enough to fix anything. People like Matt were simply a by-product of that broken system, but if Matt hoped to act similarly here, Tremblay had to put him in his place. "I'd ask about Myriah, but the look on your face tells me all I need to know. Hope you're satisfied with that." His smile wavered slightly, but it came back for what he had to say next. "I scratched your back in Outpost, so it's only fair that you do the same for me here. I'm not in the business of receiving new members, so it's only fair. What do you say, Matt?"
He entered the living room looking and feeling a lot better than before. As all his available clothes were dirty, Jace and Caleb had offered him some of their clothing to help him out. Jace was slightly bigger than he was and Caleb was slightly smaller, but Tyler managed to cobble together an outfit that fit him well enough between them. He asked the group where Katie was and was told she was in the upstairs bathroom with Scarlett. Before Tyler could see her however, Jace grabbed him by the arm before he could enter the hall. "Man, you have to tell us who that was back there," Jace said. His voice was low, but everyone in the room was listening in anyway. Tyler's gaze wandered from Jace and looked at everyone in turn.
"I don't know," Tyler was forced to say. "He was... crazy." He knew it wasn't a sufficient answer. Berk had been definitely crazy, but he knew the connection between Tyler and his daughter. The group knew that Tyler had to have known the man at one point in time. Jacob especially. "He must have been watching us all and saw that Katie was my daughter. I... I don't know why this happened. I'm just glad we're all okay." Jace tensed slightly, but eventually backed off. He shared a glance with Tina, and Tyler knew what they thought. They didn't press the issue probably because of the damage that had been done, but Tyler was sure this topic would come back at some point. Still, with that out of the way, Tyler moved to join Scarlett and his daughter.
He closed the bathroom door behind him and knelt down to pull Katie into a hug without saying a word to Scarlett. Tears ran down his face as he gingerly brushed at Katie's hair. "You're alive," was all he could say. "You're alive. You're alive." He ended the hug to examine his little girl, relieved she looked better than before. Caleb had been nice enough to clean her up and bandage her wounds. Tyler looked up at Scarlett and said, "Thank you." He sniffed and swallowed what felt like a heavy lump in his throat. He'd only just met this girl yesterday, but she reminded him of Lauren. It was almost scary how similarly the two woman carried themselves. Add a few years and red hair on Scarlett, and Tyler was sure she'd be the spitting image of Lauren.
Her resemblance made him pause, and in this vulnerable moment, Tyler had to ask, "Do you... Do you trust me?"
Tremblay - Baton Rouge - Matt
Matt's hands had been tied and his eyes blindfolded simply because it was a formality. One of the men transporting him had said as much, but looking at the sight of him being roughly pushed into the furniture store, Michael Tremblay could only think they had gone a bit too far. They untied Matt and allowed him to finally move on his own, to which Tremblay walked over to him and gave the man a charming smile. "Glad you could make it," he said, gesturing for Matt to follow him further into the store. His vague accent was more pronounced today, sounding distinctly French now. It was a sign that Tremblay was tired today. It took an unfortunate amount of effort to sound more American, to which he wondered how some actors had even done it.
There was a large bulletin board full of maps and notes in the centre of the store that was surrounded by couches and armchairs. Tremblay directed Matt to sit down at one of the couches while he sat down on a bed across from Matt. Tremblay clasped his hands together and continued smiling evenly. "I hadn't exactly warned you about the rough welcome you were likely to receive... I apologize for that. We're forced to operate with a... ah... a heavy hand." He gestured slightly, attempting to word this delicately. "We're not soft. Not like Outpost. It's why I left in the first place, you can imagine." Tremblay shrugged. "... Speaking of which, now that you're here, I assume Outpost hasn't been doing so well since my visit. I thought it would last longer... It's a shame, really. I thought that place would be something really amazing, once upon a time."
It had been Myriah's fault, Tremblay believed. She had known it as well, even, but that hadn't been enough to fix anything. People like Matt were simply a by-product of that broken system, but if Matt hoped to act similarly here, Tremblay had to put him in his place. "I'd ask about Myriah, but the look on your face tells me all I need to know. Hope you're satisfied with that." His smile wavered slightly, but it came back for what he had to say next. "I scratched your back in Outpost, so it's only fair that you do the same for me here. I'm not in the business of receiving new members, so it's only fair. What do you say, Matt?"
Danny - Cabin
He grunted as he was forced on to his knees. He felt the muzzle of the gun at the back of his head, and his heart beat harder against his chest in response. He wanted to look over and see if the others were okay, but he feared turning his head would make it end up with a bullet. Fucking hell. It seemed out of them all, James had been the only one to escape capture. Danny had told everyone to split up, but it hadn't worked. Now they were all lined up to be executed, and Danny entirely blamed himself.
He hadn't cried in a long time, but he almost felt like crying now. He couldn't get Shannon killed-- Not after all this! "Please!" Danny moaned. "Don't hurt Shannon! Let the girls and the fucking old man go!" He coughed, feeling sick. To think he thought things were going to be okay. To think he preferred this over what the world once was. What a naive fucking idiot Danny Heidecker was. His parents were probably right about him all along.
He grunted as he was forced on to his knees. He felt the muzzle of the gun at the back of his head, and his heart beat harder against his chest in response. He wanted to look over and see if the others were okay, but he feared turning his head would make it end up with a bullet. Fucking hell. It seemed out of them all, James had been the only one to escape capture. Danny had told everyone to split up, but it hadn't worked. Now they were all lined up to be executed, and Danny entirely blamed himself.
He hadn't cried in a long time, but he almost felt like crying now. He couldn't get Shannon killed-- Not after all this! "Please!" Danny moaned. "Don't hurt Shannon! Let the girls and the fucking old man go!" He coughed, feeling sick. To think he thought things were going to be okay. To think he preferred this over what the world once was. What a naive fucking idiot Danny Heidecker was. His parents were probably right about him all along.
Tyler - To the Apartment
"Kid! Get back!"
The pop music ended and a shot rang out, deafening the plaza in silence. Berk went limp on top of Tyler, who retched before throwing the man off of him. His body shaking, Tyler then grabbed Berk's knife and tossed it as far as he could across the store with a yell. Caleb, who had made the shot that killed Berk, lowered his gun and shook his head. Beside him, Jace crossed his arms. "Who the hell was that?" he asked.
Tyler turned to him, his hands shaking and balling into fists. Without a word, he stepped around Liam and made his way to the clothing store to see Katie. He found her in the fetal position next to Scarlett, prompting Tyler's legs gave out beneath him. He stared at the both of them, his mouth unable to form words. Instead, he brought a hand to his face and groaned. "Guh... Katie--" Suddenly, Tyler vomited. He tried to stand up to vomit elsewhere, but it came too quickly on him, spilling the meagre food he'd eaten in the morning on the floor and on his pants. He fell forward on to all fours, coughing and sputtering.
Tina and the others entered through the hallway then, Caleb rushing forward to see if Tyler was all right. "I'm fine," he said, whispering. "We just need to go back."
Tina agreed, handing off the items she'd taken off of Berk to Jace. She warned the others of the horn blaring nearby before leading them back to the apartment. Adam and George met the group at the entrance, relieved Katie was alive. George offered to help Tyler clean up while Caleb took Katie so that he could see to her wounds. Tyler looked about ready to argue, but he ended up thanking George before heading to the washroom with him. Everyone else went upstairs to inform Elyse about what happened and to sort through their supplies. In the hallway, Caleb stopped Scarlett and asked her if she wanted to help him.
"You took care of Katie back there. Tyler would be happier with you watching her."
"Kid! Get back!"
The pop music ended and a shot rang out, deafening the plaza in silence. Berk went limp on top of Tyler, who retched before throwing the man off of him. His body shaking, Tyler then grabbed Berk's knife and tossed it as far as he could across the store with a yell. Caleb, who had made the shot that killed Berk, lowered his gun and shook his head. Beside him, Jace crossed his arms. "Who the hell was that?" he asked.
Tyler turned to him, his hands shaking and balling into fists. Without a word, he stepped around Liam and made his way to the clothing store to see Katie. He found her in the fetal position next to Scarlett, prompting Tyler's legs gave out beneath him. He stared at the both of them, his mouth unable to form words. Instead, he brought a hand to his face and groaned. "Guh... Katie--" Suddenly, Tyler vomited. He tried to stand up to vomit elsewhere, but it came too quickly on him, spilling the meagre food he'd eaten in the morning on the floor and on his pants. He fell forward on to all fours, coughing and sputtering.
Tina and the others entered through the hallway then, Caleb rushing forward to see if Tyler was all right. "I'm fine," he said, whispering. "We just need to go back."
Tina agreed, handing off the items she'd taken off of Berk to Jace. She warned the others of the horn blaring nearby before leading them back to the apartment. Adam and George met the group at the entrance, relieved Katie was alive. George offered to help Tyler clean up while Caleb took Katie so that he could see to her wounds. Tyler looked about ready to argue, but he ended up thanking George before heading to the washroom with him. Everyone else went upstairs to inform Elyse about what happened and to sort through their supplies. In the hallway, Caleb stopped Scarlett and asked her if she wanted to help him.
"You took care of Katie back there. Tyler would be happier with you watching her."
Tyler - Plaza
With Katie out of the way, Tyler slammed into Berk, sending the man's gun flying away from him. It fired as it skidded across the ground, thankfully hitting no one. Tyler tried to wrestle the knife from Berk's grip, but the man pulled him to the ground as a result. There they grappled, Berk trying desperately to bury the knife into Tyler's chest. The night vision goggles that jutted out from Berk's face slammed into Tyler's face multiple times, bruising his eye and causing blood to leak out his nose. Tyler managed to shove Berk so that they were both on their side, but still Berk tried to plant the knife. Tyler cried out wordlessly, unable to hold out much longer. His vision blurred and he thought of Lynn moments before her death. Just when she was about to kill him, Tyler had been saved by Brad. Of course, Brad wasn't around to save him this time.
Danny - Cabin
Danny felt like screaming "She's not my girlfriend!" even if was completely unnecessary considering the circumstances. Still, Rob's words were getting to him, and Danny felt that he couldn't say no. He simply did not wish to die. Not today, not any day soon. Before Danny could respond however, the bullets firing upon them slowed in frequency. This allowed Danny a moment to think, where he came to a conclusion that he figured he should have done originally. Adjusting to a crouch, Danny placed a hand on Rob's shoulder. "Neither of us are staying. Fuck this." A loud cry erupted from the scouts, which seemed odd to Danny. As he and Rob made their way into the hall, he stole a glance through the broken doorway to find another group engaging them from behind. "It's fuckin' civil war for Outpost," he muttered. He then led Rob to the back of the cabin, where Shannon and Finch were still waiting. Finch began to explain that she wouldn't go without Danny, but Shannon only threw her arms around him.
"Thanks for not being an idiot," she whispered.
The group then wiggled through the opening in the wall and found themselves alone. "There's no doubt they got a perimeter around this place, but I'm hoping Sylar can keep them busy." With that, Danny rushed for the tree line. "Spread out!" he cried, slamming into the bushes.
With Katie out of the way, Tyler slammed into Berk, sending the man's gun flying away from him. It fired as it skidded across the ground, thankfully hitting no one. Tyler tried to wrestle the knife from Berk's grip, but the man pulled him to the ground as a result. There they grappled, Berk trying desperately to bury the knife into Tyler's chest. The night vision goggles that jutted out from Berk's face slammed into Tyler's face multiple times, bruising his eye and causing blood to leak out his nose. Tyler managed to shove Berk so that they were both on their side, but still Berk tried to plant the knife. Tyler cried out wordlessly, unable to hold out much longer. His vision blurred and he thought of Lynn moments before her death. Just when she was about to kill him, Tyler had been saved by Brad. Of course, Brad wasn't around to save him this time.
Danny - Cabin
Danny felt like screaming "She's not my girlfriend!" even if was completely unnecessary considering the circumstances. Still, Rob's words were getting to him, and Danny felt that he couldn't say no. He simply did not wish to die. Not today, not any day soon. Before Danny could respond however, the bullets firing upon them slowed in frequency. This allowed Danny a moment to think, where he came to a conclusion that he figured he should have done originally. Adjusting to a crouch, Danny placed a hand on Rob's shoulder. "Neither of us are staying. Fuck this." A loud cry erupted from the scouts, which seemed odd to Danny. As he and Rob made their way into the hall, he stole a glance through the broken doorway to find another group engaging them from behind. "It's fuckin' civil war for Outpost," he muttered. He then led Rob to the back of the cabin, where Shannon and Finch were still waiting. Finch began to explain that she wouldn't go without Danny, but Shannon only threw her arms around him.
"Thanks for not being an idiot," she whispered.
The group then wiggled through the opening in the wall and found themselves alone. "There's no doubt they got a perimeter around this place, but I'm hoping Sylar can keep them busy." With that, Danny rushed for the tree line. "Spread out!" he cried, slamming into the bushes.
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