Richard Johnson
Time: Morning.
Weather: Heavy storm.
Location: Off Ralls Road, Troup County. Between Hwy 29 and Hwy 100, just North of Hogansville, GA.
Interacting With: BUSTER, Dexter, Jaime, Alicia (momentarily), James
Shit. Fuck. Cunt. Twat. Bollocks. Richard’s feet slipped and slid on the wet gravel and grass as he ran at full pelt towards the most amazing looking truck he’d ever seen. He stumbled a few times, the groans and moans and snarls coming from behind had him falling all over himself. A bullet whizzed right past his head! He heard a Deadbrain drop behind him and felt the splatter hit the back of his head.
”That could have fucking hit me, god fucking damn it!” He spouted off his anger at the hot as
shit woman that was firing her gun in his direction. He’d like to fire
his gun in
her direction, if you know what I mean. Wait, was she Mexican? Fuck, his dick was confused right now. That bullet lit a fire under his ass like nothing ever had though. Not even that one time his brother, Tommy, had set his ass on actual fire. That annoying fucking prick. He’d thought he was so funny…
Richard was soon snapped out of his daydream of memories gone by when he saw the Mexican chick was going to get swarmed.
”WATCH YOUR B—“ It was way too late, she was now the appetiser to at least a dozen Deadbrains. Shit. Fuck. Dick. Ass. His heart was pounding in his chest as he ran by Jaime. That was something that he’d never have been able to do in a normal situation but that damn bullet had pumped every ounce of adrenaline that he had through his entire body. He grabbed the side of the truck and hurled his body inside. He was drenched, covered in Deadbrains, mud and grass stains but he was inside a working vehicle that could get them the fuck out of here.
It was then that he saw the driver. Just his fucking luck. Two fucking ethnics were the ones that were coming to his damn rescue. The now chowed upon Mexican at least had the fact she was hot and female on her side, this coon on the other hand was definitely going to piss Dick off. He could feel it in his god damn fucking bones. He hated having to fucking rely on other people, nevermind a fucking nigger.
”Lord almighty, give me fucking strength…”He had barely enough patience to deal with Dirty Sanchez let alone enough to go around to deal with fucking Banjo Lips here too. Dick scowled at the driver and spat out of the open door, the glob of spit landed on the gravel outside. He watched to see Jaime almost at the truck doors, he hadn’t been that far behind himself, and Dexter had actually made it out and down the front of the house and was now running for the truck too. Hot fucking damn, go you kid. He could shout some words of encouragement but why waste his already limited breath? He manned the window he was sitting by. He’d pulled his Ruger out again and had it ready to fire if he needed to. The urge to put the barrel to the head of the driver was almost overwhelming, but Dick wasn’t that fucking stupid. He needed a getaway driver and this one was already here. No use to wasting him. Yet.
Lorna Dunn
Time: Morning.
Weather: Heavy storm.
Location: In the safety of the newly arrived truck, South of Hwy 34, outside Franklin, GA.
Interacting With: Kris, Maria, Ash.
What a god damn stroke of luck!
"Lorna and Kristina hurry up and get your asses over here!"Lorna had planned to help Kris off the RV first but she had heard her name. The voice was familiar. It couldn’t be… could it? No… Lorna spun around too quickly and she slipped on the now slick RV. She fell off but, as luck would have it, landed right in the back seat of the truck directly through the sunroof. Not even if she had tried. Seriously. She grimaced at the pain, her eyes screwed up tight, that landing had been a harsh one. She groaned as she felt her muscles contract. That was going to leave one hell of a bruise. She then remembered
why she had fallen and opened her eyes, looking around the truck frantically. Maria. She was alive!
Lorna felt her throat tighten and she coughed to hide the emotion that was welling up inside. She’d done it, she’d found Maria for Kris and kept Kris safe, just like she’d promised. A weight almost lifted from her shoulders right then and, for the first time in months, felt momentarily safe. She watched as Kris and Maria were finally reunited after three long months. Lorna never thought this moment would actually happen; but there it was, right in front of her very eyes.
She couldn’t get a word out, her throat was so tight and it wasn’t until Maria grabbed her in a tight hug that she felt she could believe what was really happening.
"Thank you so much for watching over her…” "I keep my promises, Mar. I couldn’t let you down. Hell, I couldn’t let Kris down." Lorna reached out and brushed another tear away from Maria’s cheek with the back of her finger. She looked to Kris and gave her a large, warm smile.
”I can’t believe that asshat piece of shit lied to us… No wait, strike that. I fucking can.” She muttered to herself and sucked her teeth behind her lips. She should be happy but her moment of relief and joy was now being overshadowed with anger at Dick the Dickhead Tosspot.
Lorna barely registered the introduction to Maria’s friend at first but she shook herself out of her internal rage and mustered an appraising look and nod of the head to Ashton. She noticed the Captain bars on his jacket and raised an eyebrow.
”Well Captain, I do believe I owe you a whole shit ton of drinks if I can ever find them. It’s a pleasure and thanks for the ride. We’d have been goners if it weren’t for this indispensable stroke of luck. Thanks, both of you, for getting us out of that shit-show.”Lorna returned her attention to Maria and looked her over. She looked healthy enough and kinda cleaner than Lorna expected.
"You both look pretty... clean..." Her voice trailed off and she raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of her comment. Really, Lorna just relished the thought of a hot fucking shower right now and these two looked liked they might know just where she could get one.
