QT Member
The Vacuum Detective
- Last Seen: 3 yrs ago
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 791 (0.18 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- QT 12 yrs ago
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
Alright. Post whenever you're ready. If you have any questions, feel free to jump into our CHATZY room posted on the first page of this OOC. If I can't answer your question, I'm sure someone else can.
Enalais said
Okay I'm done.
Accepted. And question:
When you say he still talks on his phone, you mean that he is a little nuts right? Just makin sure.
Hank - Leaving Camp
As the three vehicles started to pull onto the read, Hank's truck led the others. The pick-up tore through the terrain and found itself on the smooth road within minutes of travel. The other's soon joined him as they exited the woods. They were all leaving the camp they had once called home, a small place but full of memories. They had been able to fortify there for so long, but like always, it was merely another stop-and-go.
For about an hour the three vehicles had continued down the road, reaching highway I-10. They were still about half-an-hour from it, but soon enough they'd reach it, or so Hank thought. Anyway, during the drive, there had been conversations - in all three vehicles. Though the situation probably called for silence, it wasn't like that at all.
"......I'm sorry to hear that Floyd. Do you know if she got out?" Hank asked the man in the backseat. He looked at him through the rear view mirror awaiting a response. For a second, Floyd did not want to continue speaking. He had already shared so much with both passengers. But despite his desire to keep quiet, he felt that these were the only people he'd ever get to talk to again. ".....I don't know. I saw tracks, but............." he paused for a second, wiping his face with his hand. He stroked his goatee and swallowed as he gazed at the rear view mirror himself. ".......I don't know" he said again, unable to continue. It was like something clicked in his mind that locked him in place. It wasn't anger or rage, it felt more like guilt. It was his fault the entire situation had gone the way it did back then. Because he overreacted, he pushed away and lost the one person who seemed to actually accept him. If only he had remained in the house instead of wondering out to reflect on his mistakes.
"It's alright man, if she's out there she'll be able to find you. Even though this world seems huge, it always seems so small. Next thing we know she'll pop out of nowhere, I have a feeling" Hank responded, trying to ease Floyd's worry. Honestly, Hank didn't care much about Floyd's past, he actually didn't care much for anyone's past. He understood that in this new world everyone loses people, everyone has their story, but it doesn't matter. What matters is who one becomes after their experiences, after their loses. It's how one comes back from those graves that makes them reliable or not, that makes them human or a monster. But like he does to everyone, Hank attempted to show compassion to help them get away from becoming a monster.
Anyhow, the conversation in the other car was very different. Seth, Aiden, and Aaliyah were having a rather, fun time. ".....And then, the ugly Whataburger lady brought him a fork and held it from the actual points with her bare hand. I was light 'Ugh!' and then Hank just took it and started eating without realizing. It was hilarious. Once we told him she was touching it all over with her bare hands he nearly threw up. Hahaha!" Seth laughed. The Vietnamese young adult always thought himself funny, though his jokes usually weren't the funny part. It was his delivery that was hilarious, it was just awkward and sometimes didn't make any sense. In addition to that, his English was sometimes perfect, but other times completely messed up.
"There was time when we went bowling and I beat them badly. It was like, heck I don't remember, but I destroy them. It was strike after strike, I was amazing! But we also played basketball and I just sucked. I remember that Hank always got angry when I couldn't defend. He used to be an asshole, good thing he changed" Seth shared. He couldn't tell if Aaliyah and Aiden were listening because he kept his eyes on the road, making sure he didn't fuck up. If he did, then DeSean would never again allow him to drive, saying that Asians didn't know how to drive correctly.
In addition to those conversations, there was also the one in the SUV. DeSean and Jennifer spoke about the hardships they may face once they get to their destination. "I really don't think we'll find any reasonable personnel once we get there. All other stations were wiped out, I'm not sure why were even trying" DeSean said. He was still angry about the decision that was made, uncertain why the others trusted Hank over him. He was the one with a Military father, not Hank. Of course, he himself had never been in the military, but thought that he knew a lot more than Hank. In his mind, he was a better leader than Hank, but didn't want to fight him over that. Jennifer also believed DeSean would be better in the lead, but of course, she only said that because it was her husband. "Don't you think so Heather, that we should go towards the Coast? I mean, c'mon! That's the Coast Guard out there, walkers don't go into the water, they can't swim. And I know you don't agree with Hank, you never do. Hahaha" he laughed as he plugged in his Iphone to the car using an AUX cable. "No, don't. It's going to run out of battery" Jennifer stated, reaching to unplug the cable. "Hey!" DeSean said, slapping his wife's wrist. "Don't touch a man's radio" he stated with a smile. Jennifer huffed and crossed her arms. "We might as well listen to some music while we ride, ain't no better trip" he said as Drake took over the stereo system. Of course, it wasn't too loud, DeSean wasn't stupid. He didn't want to call any walkers towards them via music tone.
But suddenly all those conversations came to a halt as Hank's truck stopped. It's brakes squeaked a little and Hank's hand came out of his window to signal the rest to stop. In front of all the vehicles was a rather big town with cars parked all over the road, blocking their set destination. "Damn" Hank cursed as he put the truck in park and exited. He came up to DeSean's window and pointed at the road ahead. "It's all blocked, were not getting through that for sure. Were going to have to go back and take that other road we passed by back there" he told his brother. "Man, we passed that up like twenty-five minutes ago. We can't spare the gas nor the time. This was your decision, to go this way, no own up to it. Were not going back. It's gonna get late by the time we go back. And look, I-10 is right there just across. We can either move these cars out of the way or walk. I say we force our way through."
"That'll make too much noise. We don't know what's out there" Hank said, turning towards Jennifer. "What do you think?"
"I say we do whatever DeSean says" Jennifer started. "We can't go back, it'll get dark by that time" she added. Hank then turned to Heather and tapped the vehicle's window frame. "Alright, I'll be right back" he stated, going towards Seth's car. He knocked on the window, giving Seth time to roll it down. "Yup?" the guy questioned. "It'll all blocked up ahead, there's no way of getting through without making noise. DeSean says we should just do it anyway, but I don't think that's a good idea. I say we walk through, scout it out, then come back for the vehicles. It's our best bet right now."
"Alright. Who's all going?"
"Well. I was thinking You, Floyd and I could do it. I need DeSean to stay and keep everyone else safe just in case. If all goes wrong at least he'll be here to protect everyone. You up for it?"
Seth turned to Aaliyah for a second, and then back to Hank. "Always" he said with his chest up, trying to impress the girl with his courageousness. The kid turned car off and handed the keys to Aiden before heading to the open trunk. He pulled out his backpack and put it over his shoulders. "Can I get a gun?" he asked Hank as he followed him to DeSean's vehicle. "No. You still haven't earned it back yet" he told the little man. "Were going to scout it out first, see what's out there if anything. You take over till we get back. Forty-five minutes tops. If were not back, head back to th-"
"Got it" DeSean stated, exiting the SUV and going towards the back of it. He pulled out a hunting rifle and handed it to Hank. "It's loaded. Is baby getting one?" DeSean asked Hank. "I think I should" Seth said, coming out of nowhere. "No!" Hank stated. "He hasn't earned it back yet" he added. Both DeSean and Hank laughed as they fist bumped. "You better come back" DeSean stated, forgetting their differences and focusing on their friendship. "You know I will, I always do" he stated as he walked back towards the pickup. "Floyd, were going on a run, you coming?"
Floyd went ahead and nodded in agreement, asking Imogen to pull up the seat so he could get out. Because it was a two-door truck, one had to slide the seat forward so the back passengers could get out. "Do you mind if he borrows this?" Hank asked Imogen, referring to her crossbow. The only other weapons in camp were DeSean's revolver, his semi-automatic rifle, and a couple small pistols others in the group had. Other than that, there wasn't many weapons to go around. "Alright, let's head out" Hank ordered, walking towards the menacing blockage in the road. He started the timer in his watch at the exact same time as DeSean.
As the three vehicles started to pull onto the read, Hank's truck led the others. The pick-up tore through the terrain and found itself on the smooth road within minutes of travel. The other's soon joined him as they exited the woods. They were all leaving the camp they had once called home, a small place but full of memories. They had been able to fortify there for so long, but like always, it was merely another stop-and-go.
For about an hour the three vehicles had continued down the road, reaching highway I-10. They were still about half-an-hour from it, but soon enough they'd reach it, or so Hank thought. Anyway, during the drive, there had been conversations - in all three vehicles. Though the situation probably called for silence, it wasn't like that at all.
"......I'm sorry to hear that Floyd. Do you know if she got out?" Hank asked the man in the backseat. He looked at him through the rear view mirror awaiting a response. For a second, Floyd did not want to continue speaking. He had already shared so much with both passengers. But despite his desire to keep quiet, he felt that these were the only people he'd ever get to talk to again. ".....I don't know. I saw tracks, but............." he paused for a second, wiping his face with his hand. He stroked his goatee and swallowed as he gazed at the rear view mirror himself. ".......I don't know" he said again, unable to continue. It was like something clicked in his mind that locked him in place. It wasn't anger or rage, it felt more like guilt. It was his fault the entire situation had gone the way it did back then. Because he overreacted, he pushed away and lost the one person who seemed to actually accept him. If only he had remained in the house instead of wondering out to reflect on his mistakes.
"It's alright man, if she's out there she'll be able to find you. Even though this world seems huge, it always seems so small. Next thing we know she'll pop out of nowhere, I have a feeling" Hank responded, trying to ease Floyd's worry. Honestly, Hank didn't care much about Floyd's past, he actually didn't care much for anyone's past. He understood that in this new world everyone loses people, everyone has their story, but it doesn't matter. What matters is who one becomes after their experiences, after their loses. It's how one comes back from those graves that makes them reliable or not, that makes them human or a monster. But like he does to everyone, Hank attempted to show compassion to help them get away from becoming a monster.
Anyhow, the conversation in the other car was very different. Seth, Aiden, and Aaliyah were having a rather, fun time. ".....And then, the ugly Whataburger lady brought him a fork and held it from the actual points with her bare hand. I was light 'Ugh!' and then Hank just took it and started eating without realizing. It was hilarious. Once we told him she was touching it all over with her bare hands he nearly threw up. Hahaha!" Seth laughed. The Vietnamese young adult always thought himself funny, though his jokes usually weren't the funny part. It was his delivery that was hilarious, it was just awkward and sometimes didn't make any sense. In addition to that, his English was sometimes perfect, but other times completely messed up.
"There was time when we went bowling and I beat them badly. It was like, heck I don't remember, but I destroy them. It was strike after strike, I was amazing! But we also played basketball and I just sucked. I remember that Hank always got angry when I couldn't defend. He used to be an asshole, good thing he changed" Seth shared. He couldn't tell if Aaliyah and Aiden were listening because he kept his eyes on the road, making sure he didn't fuck up. If he did, then DeSean would never again allow him to drive, saying that Asians didn't know how to drive correctly.
In addition to those conversations, there was also the one in the SUV. DeSean and Jennifer spoke about the hardships they may face once they get to their destination. "I really don't think we'll find any reasonable personnel once we get there. All other stations were wiped out, I'm not sure why were even trying" DeSean said. He was still angry about the decision that was made, uncertain why the others trusted Hank over him. He was the one with a Military father, not Hank. Of course, he himself had never been in the military, but thought that he knew a lot more than Hank. In his mind, he was a better leader than Hank, but didn't want to fight him over that. Jennifer also believed DeSean would be better in the lead, but of course, she only said that because it was her husband. "Don't you think so Heather, that we should go towards the Coast? I mean, c'mon! That's the Coast Guard out there, walkers don't go into the water, they can't swim. And I know you don't agree with Hank, you never do. Hahaha" he laughed as he plugged in his Iphone to the car using an AUX cable. "No, don't. It's going to run out of battery" Jennifer stated, reaching to unplug the cable. "Hey!" DeSean said, slapping his wife's wrist. "Don't touch a man's radio" he stated with a smile. Jennifer huffed and crossed her arms. "We might as well listen to some music while we ride, ain't no better trip" he said as Drake took over the stereo system. Of course, it wasn't too loud, DeSean wasn't stupid. He didn't want to call any walkers towards them via music tone.
But suddenly all those conversations came to a halt as Hank's truck stopped. It's brakes squeaked a little and Hank's hand came out of his window to signal the rest to stop. In front of all the vehicles was a rather big town with cars parked all over the road, blocking their set destination. "Damn" Hank cursed as he put the truck in park and exited. He came up to DeSean's window and pointed at the road ahead. "It's all blocked, were not getting through that for sure. Were going to have to go back and take that other road we passed by back there" he told his brother. "Man, we passed that up like twenty-five minutes ago. We can't spare the gas nor the time. This was your decision, to go this way, no own up to it. Were not going back. It's gonna get late by the time we go back. And look, I-10 is right there just across. We can either move these cars out of the way or walk. I say we force our way through."
"That'll make too much noise. We don't know what's out there" Hank said, turning towards Jennifer. "What do you think?"
"I say we do whatever DeSean says" Jennifer started. "We can't go back, it'll get dark by that time" she added. Hank then turned to Heather and tapped the vehicle's window frame. "Alright, I'll be right back" he stated, going towards Seth's car. He knocked on the window, giving Seth time to roll it down. "Yup?" the guy questioned. "It'll all blocked up ahead, there's no way of getting through without making noise. DeSean says we should just do it anyway, but I don't think that's a good idea. I say we walk through, scout it out, then come back for the vehicles. It's our best bet right now."
"Alright. Who's all going?"
"Well. I was thinking You, Floyd and I could do it. I need DeSean to stay and keep everyone else safe just in case. If all goes wrong at least he'll be here to protect everyone. You up for it?"
Seth turned to Aaliyah for a second, and then back to Hank. "Always" he said with his chest up, trying to impress the girl with his courageousness. The kid turned car off and handed the keys to Aiden before heading to the open trunk. He pulled out his backpack and put it over his shoulders. "Can I get a gun?" he asked Hank as he followed him to DeSean's vehicle. "No. You still haven't earned it back yet" he told the little man. "Were going to scout it out first, see what's out there if anything. You take over till we get back. Forty-five minutes tops. If were not back, head back to th-"
"Got it" DeSean stated, exiting the SUV and going towards the back of it. He pulled out a hunting rifle and handed it to Hank. "It's loaded. Is baby getting one?" DeSean asked Hank. "I think I should" Seth said, coming out of nowhere. "No!" Hank stated. "He hasn't earned it back yet" he added. Both DeSean and Hank laughed as they fist bumped. "You better come back" DeSean stated, forgetting their differences and focusing on their friendship. "You know I will, I always do" he stated as he walked back towards the pickup. "Floyd, were going on a run, you coming?"
Floyd went ahead and nodded in agreement, asking Imogen to pull up the seat so he could get out. Because it was a two-door truck, one had to slide the seat forward so the back passengers could get out. "Do you mind if he borrows this?" Hank asked Imogen, referring to her crossbow. The only other weapons in camp were DeSean's revolver, his semi-automatic rifle, and a couple small pistols others in the group had. Other than that, there wasn't many weapons to go around. "Alright, let's head out" Hank ordered, walking towards the menacing blockage in the road. He started the timer in his watch at the exact same time as DeSean.
Camp
"It's settled DeSean, we don't have any other choice, just hurry up and pack your stuff!" Hank ordered, becoming irritated by the numerous acts of disobedience. It had already been decided that they had to move out because of a recent shift in walker presence. Just three days ago, Floyd had returned from his hunt and informed Hank that he had come across three walkers a mile and a half from their camp. Before that, walkers had never even appeared anywhere close to camp, but now it was in possible jeopardy.
"So you're just gonna take his word on this huh? I don't care what everyone else thinks Hank, this isn't a decision we can just take lightly! This guys been with us for what? A month? And now you trust him like he's your brother or-"
"You're my brother, not him. What's up with you?" Hank asked, raising his hands up in question. "The guy is trying to keep us safe, can't you see that?"
"What I see is a fool kissing up to the so called boss so he can take advantage of him. That's what I see" DeSean stated, poking his finger harshly at Hank's chest. As he walked away, he turned one more time, pointing at him. "I'm telling you, if we move North, someone's gonna die.............that'll be on you" he finished before heading back to his tent to finish packing. Just as he vanished from Hank's bubble, Seth pulled up in the small 97 Ford Taurus. He rolled down his window, literally - using the twisting lever thing - and called Hank over. "Is everything ready to go on your end?" Hank asked Seth as he came up to the Asian's car. "Yeah, I got the ladies stuff in here and mine. Aiden's stuff and the medical supplies are in the pick-up and then your stuff is in the............" Seth paused as he thought about it for a second. Hank let out a small laugh as he backed away. "I got my own things Seth, don't worry. Just letting DeSean and Gloria finish up there and we can head out. Who's going with you? I don't want anyone driving alone" Hank asked.
"I was hoping Aaliyah" he said with a smile, fixing his glasses as he played with his chin. "Never thought you were into black girls Seth? Guess the apocalypse changes people huh?" Hank joked as he waved Seth to keep going and head closer towards a certain path. Even with walkers at their doorsteps, this group wouldn't lose their sanity, their civilized persona. Once Seth moved the car out of the way, Hank looked around to see if he could spot Floyd. He finally noticed him by the motorcycle he decided to pick up during one of their scheduled runs. Over the last month, Floyd had become rather reliable, despite some camper's perspective on the matter. Every morning he would disappear for about two hours, which he used to hunt and scout the area. Though some members didn't find that acceptable because he never gave proper notice before leaving, he would just vanish. But despite that little detail, he always brought back enough food for everyone to at least have a decent lunch - enough calories and protein to keep a person running for the day. He would also help keep the group safe by scouting the area and making sure walkers kept away from the camp. That's how everyone - or some people - came to the decision that it'd be best to set out for a better and more protected location.
The plan now was to move north, following the Mississippi River up to Baton Rouge, and then hopefully diverge towards Alexandria. There, they would look for Camp Beauregard, a National Guard station. For now, that's what Hank wanted to do, unlike DeSean and his wife. DeSean's father had been in the Coast Guard before passing away from a heart condition, so the man believed the group should go South towards the Gulf of Mexico with hopes of finding some military personnel there. The unfortunate truth was that both plans were based on luck. Nobody truly knew what they would find, but had hope somewhere was safe.
Hank went up to Floyd to let him know everyone was ready to go. "Could you fix it?" Hank asked, the motorcycle obviously not fixed, but the man didn't want to put emphasis on it. "No" was all Floyd said to respond to the question. "Well, DeSean packed everything already, so were ready to go. Aaliyah will be going with Seth and Aiden; DeSean, Jennifer and Heather will be going in the SUV. You, Imogen and myself will be taking the pick-up truck. Unfortunately we don't have any space on it to take the bike, maybe yo-"
"It's fine. We'll find another" Floyd said as he stood up, packing the tools into a small bag. He handed Hank the bag because the tools were his in the first place. But Hank stuck his hand out to stop Floyd's motion. "You hold on to them" he said, starting for the pick-up truck. "You can give them back whenever you get a bike going" he laughed. In the distance, DeSean watched as Hank and Floyd seemed to be having a wonderful time. "Idiots. I don't trust that guy, always disappearing in the mornings like he don't got a worry in the world. Fucking idiot."
"I don't think he's a bad guy. He does bring in food" Jennifer responding as she climbed into the passenger seat. "Are you siding with him?" DeSean responded as he also hopped into the vehicle, closing the doors and locking them. "I'm not siding with him, I'm ju-"
"Nah whatever. All you guys don't see it, but that guy will eventually turn on us all. He's some kind of redneck trash. He's probably racist too, that fucker. And dumbass Hank doesn't even see it. Idiot! We still don't even know anything about him, he's a damn mystery. One of these days, he's gonna get us all killed, or he'll just do it himself. And why are we going North? The Coast Guard is in the Gulf, why can't anybody see that?! Everybody sides with Hank like he's a guru or something, a prophet. That niga don't know shit!"
Suddenly, Jennifer reached over and put her hands on DeSean's neck, then going up to play with his ear. "Don't sweat it baby, let's just...........I don't know" she said with a blushing smile. "You're stupid" DeSean joked as he went in for a kiss. The two made out for a second until the vehicle behind them honked. "IS EVERYONE READY?!" Hank called out over the sound of motors running. It was time to mobilize in this beautiful early morning.
"It's settled DeSean, we don't have any other choice, just hurry up and pack your stuff!" Hank ordered, becoming irritated by the numerous acts of disobedience. It had already been decided that they had to move out because of a recent shift in walker presence. Just three days ago, Floyd had returned from his hunt and informed Hank that he had come across three walkers a mile and a half from their camp. Before that, walkers had never even appeared anywhere close to camp, but now it was in possible jeopardy.
"So you're just gonna take his word on this huh? I don't care what everyone else thinks Hank, this isn't a decision we can just take lightly! This guys been with us for what? A month? And now you trust him like he's your brother or-"
"You're my brother, not him. What's up with you?" Hank asked, raising his hands up in question. "The guy is trying to keep us safe, can't you see that?"
"What I see is a fool kissing up to the so called boss so he can take advantage of him. That's what I see" DeSean stated, poking his finger harshly at Hank's chest. As he walked away, he turned one more time, pointing at him. "I'm telling you, if we move North, someone's gonna die.............that'll be on you" he finished before heading back to his tent to finish packing. Just as he vanished from Hank's bubble, Seth pulled up in the small 97 Ford Taurus. He rolled down his window, literally - using the twisting lever thing - and called Hank over. "Is everything ready to go on your end?" Hank asked Seth as he came up to the Asian's car. "Yeah, I got the ladies stuff in here and mine. Aiden's stuff and the medical supplies are in the pick-up and then your stuff is in the............" Seth paused as he thought about it for a second. Hank let out a small laugh as he backed away. "I got my own things Seth, don't worry. Just letting DeSean and Gloria finish up there and we can head out. Who's going with you? I don't want anyone driving alone" Hank asked.
"I was hoping Aaliyah" he said with a smile, fixing his glasses as he played with his chin. "Never thought you were into black girls Seth? Guess the apocalypse changes people huh?" Hank joked as he waved Seth to keep going and head closer towards a certain path. Even with walkers at their doorsteps, this group wouldn't lose their sanity, their civilized persona. Once Seth moved the car out of the way, Hank looked around to see if he could spot Floyd. He finally noticed him by the motorcycle he decided to pick up during one of their scheduled runs. Over the last month, Floyd had become rather reliable, despite some camper's perspective on the matter. Every morning he would disappear for about two hours, which he used to hunt and scout the area. Though some members didn't find that acceptable because he never gave proper notice before leaving, he would just vanish. But despite that little detail, he always brought back enough food for everyone to at least have a decent lunch - enough calories and protein to keep a person running for the day. He would also help keep the group safe by scouting the area and making sure walkers kept away from the camp. That's how everyone - or some people - came to the decision that it'd be best to set out for a better and more protected location.
The plan now was to move north, following the Mississippi River up to Baton Rouge, and then hopefully diverge towards Alexandria. There, they would look for Camp Beauregard, a National Guard station. For now, that's what Hank wanted to do, unlike DeSean and his wife. DeSean's father had been in the Coast Guard before passing away from a heart condition, so the man believed the group should go South towards the Gulf of Mexico with hopes of finding some military personnel there. The unfortunate truth was that both plans were based on luck. Nobody truly knew what they would find, but had hope somewhere was safe.
Hank went up to Floyd to let him know everyone was ready to go. "Could you fix it?" Hank asked, the motorcycle obviously not fixed, but the man didn't want to put emphasis on it. "No" was all Floyd said to respond to the question. "Well, DeSean packed everything already, so were ready to go. Aaliyah will be going with Seth and Aiden; DeSean, Jennifer and Heather will be going in the SUV. You, Imogen and myself will be taking the pick-up truck. Unfortunately we don't have any space on it to take the bike, maybe yo-"
"It's fine. We'll find another" Floyd said as he stood up, packing the tools into a small bag. He handed Hank the bag because the tools were his in the first place. But Hank stuck his hand out to stop Floyd's motion. "You hold on to them" he said, starting for the pick-up truck. "You can give them back whenever you get a bike going" he laughed. In the distance, DeSean watched as Hank and Floyd seemed to be having a wonderful time. "Idiots. I don't trust that guy, always disappearing in the mornings like he don't got a worry in the world. Fucking idiot."
"I don't think he's a bad guy. He does bring in food" Jennifer responding as she climbed into the passenger seat. "Are you siding with him?" DeSean responded as he also hopped into the vehicle, closing the doors and locking them. "I'm not siding with him, I'm ju-"
"Nah whatever. All you guys don't see it, but that guy will eventually turn on us all. He's some kind of redneck trash. He's probably racist too, that fucker. And dumbass Hank doesn't even see it. Idiot! We still don't even know anything about him, he's a damn mystery. One of these days, he's gonna get us all killed, or he'll just do it himself. And why are we going North? The Coast Guard is in the Gulf, why can't anybody see that?! Everybody sides with Hank like he's a guru or something, a prophet. That niga don't know shit!"
Suddenly, Jennifer reached over and put her hands on DeSean's neck, then going up to play with his ear. "Don't sweat it baby, let's just...........I don't know" she said with a blushing smile. "You're stupid" DeSean joked as he went in for a kiss. The two made out for a second until the vehicle behind them honked. "IS EVERYONE READY?!" Hank called out over the sound of motors running. It was time to mobilize in this beautiful early morning.
ThreeDawgFO3 said
Appearance :Name : Dennis TretorAge : 29Skill : Dennis specializes in medicineWeapon (up three): machete, Colt .45 pistolPersonality : Dennis is friendly when he wants to be, but is normally kind of anti social. Brief Bio : Dennis was an Army combat medic before the outbreak. He was stationed in Los Angeles right after the outbreak to help treat victims. When his camp was over run, he fled.
Were currently not acceptin any characters affiliated with the military or any aspect of armed forces. As of right now, we are heading towards our third season. If you wish to join us, I suggest you make a normal character. What I mean by that is that he/she should just be a regular working middle class citizen. Nuthin fancy like doctors or anythin like that, we've got plenty of those already. Hope you still decide to join. And if so, you may have to wait for us to begin season 3 of our roleplay.
Camp - Decision
The closer the woman got, the farther Floyd tried to back away. All these questions were bombarding him, making him feel targeted. The questions were in regard to his health, according to what the woman said, she was a nurse - trained in the medical field. But all this didn't matter to Floyd, his main priority was to get back into that forest and follow the tracks he had been separated from. He noticed how the group seemed to be rather close, observing how the leader reacted to the nurses touch, and how he interacted with the others in the tent.
He remembered that kind of closeness, but avoided thinking about it as he continued to perch away from the lady, forcing himself to get to his feet. On his way to regain balance he answered the woman's question. "I'm fine" he grumbled. He wasn't the kind of guy to accept help from strangers, he did things better on his own. But the truth was, they had saved his life. Even with that, Floyd refrained from showing any gratitude towards them, somewhere in his mind believing he could have protected himself, even with the head injury. He didn't even respond Aiden's question, not wanting to give out anymore personal information.
Once he stood, Hank signaled Heather to back away from the patient. He then turned to everyone excluding DeSean, who was by his side. "Please step outside, we'll handle it from here" he told Aiden, Imogen, and Heather. "If we need anything, we'll call out" he added in a whisper, opening the tent for them to exit. Before the last person left - Heather - he also placed his hand on her shoulder and got close so only she could hear. "Gather everyone at the campfire, we'll be there in a second."
Once they had all left, Hank returned his gaze at Floyd, DeSean still by his side. "Now........" he started. "As you can see, we've got a small group here. A community if you chose to call it. We found you lying in the dirt unconscious, brought you here with good intentions"
"I didn't ask you to" Floyd murmured to himself, maybe a little louder than he thought because both men heard him.
"You ungrateful son of a b-" DeSean started before Hank placed his hand on the man's chest, stopping him from doing anything he would regret. "Calm down. Civil conversation remember" Hank told DeSean. "Now that's too bad, because I don't care if you wanted me to help or not, because I DID! I couldn't leave you out there to rot!" Hank added before DeSean jumped in. "This man and I risked our asses to save you, so maybe you ought to show some gratitude. We have people out here yet we brought you - a complete stranger into our barracks. Now I'm trusting Hank's decision here, hoping to God that we didn't make the wrong choice"
"What were saying here is that we brought you here with the intention to save your life. Now I can't force you to stay, but I think it's in your best interest to do so. You look like you could use some help. We've got food, a cook. Medicine, water. Now I'm not sure if you were alone or not out there, but that doesn't matter to me. When I found you, you were alone, so that's what I'm going with, am I right?" Hank stated.
Floyd thought for a second, thinking what his answer should be. Truth was, he hadn't been alone, well, somewhat not alone. Jess was out there somewhere, the truck's tracks revealed she had gotten away. Abram was also gone, so it was obvious they had left together. But this group didn't know that, and they didn't need to. "Yea, I was alone" Floyd responded and quickly followed up.
"That doesn't mean ima join your group, I'm better off on my own" Floyd responded, fixing his shirt and wiping the sweat off the side of his face. "Alright, that's fine. But right now, I can't let you go, not in your condition. It's onl-" he started, once again cut off by DeSean.
The black man pulled him back so he would face him. "You're just gonna let him go? What if he's lying? What if he's got a group and shows up with them to rob us or something?" he whispered. "We can't force him to stay here D, he's not a prisoner" Hank whispered back, Floyd just standing there, looking right and left. "Then what do you expect we do?" Hank questioned. "What we always do, vote" DeSean stated, crossing his arms and leaving the tent.
Hank then turned back to Floyd, licking his lips in response to his stress. "Alright......Floyd. I need you to understand that my group's safety, their well-being is my number one concern.........always. The reason were still alive isn't because of me, it's because of everyone's contribution. Everyone does a little something that allows us to go on, even if it's for one more day. So I hope you understand when I say this: You joining us, or even leaving puts us at a liability. None of us know you, we don't know if you're dangerous or not. You haven't done anything to prove hostility, so I have no reason to believe you are. But even with that said, if you leave, I can't prove to these people you won't return with a group to take our stuff or even murder us for it. Right now I need you to think, think! Think of your survival rate out there on your own. Think about it Floyd. What are the chances you'll live? What? Are you going to live off the wilderness? Like a caveman? It would seem that last time you tried that, you ended up in the dirt, unconscious. So tell me what would be the reasonable choice? Stay here with us, prove yourself to these people that you can be an asset, or...............go out there on your own and end up dead in a ditch" Hank paused, allowing Floyd to take everything in.
The redneck had remained silent the entire time. He had his arms crossed with his eyes squinting. From time to time he would sway in horizontal directions. "Now, like all our decision, I will make them with out group. Were going to decide if we want you to stay or not. But I need you to give me an answer now! Am I wasting my time asking these people what to do? Are you going to just leave regardless our choice or are you willing to survive with us? What's it gonna be Floyd? Right here, or out there again?"
Floyd seemed to have spoken, but nothing came from his mouth, just silence. He seemed to be having a difficult time deciding. If he didn't go back out there, there would be not possible way he'd find Jess again. In addition, he doubted these people would risk their lives for another stranger, even if they knew she was pregnant. But it was true what Hank was saying. Going out there was suicide, especially with the ground he had to cover to return to the house in order to follow the tracks again. And it had been about two days or so, the tracks could have faded by now, making them harder to read. The possibility of finding Jess was unlikely. In all sense and honesty, she was basically entitled dead by now and Floyd would have to understand that.
"I..........I'll.........stay" he forced himself to say, watching his hands shiver a little as his spine felt weak. His head started to pulsate fiercely, irritating inside. His blood boiled with anger as he felt the pain of loosing someone. Hank nodded at the answer and left the tent to meet everyone at the campfire. Aiden, Imogen, Seth, DeSean, Jenny, and the others were all sitting in a circle, awaiting Hank.
"Everyone. We have a decision to make here, one that every single one of us is involved in. As you all know, yesterday we brought a stranger into our doorsteps. A survivor. Now, I understand how uneasy that must feel. Knowing there is a stranger sleeping just a couple feet from you, I get that, I slept with my eyes open too. But that man in there just told me he'd like to stay. That he would contribute just like everyone else. I know that this may be a hard decision to make, but we need to do this. Remember, he's just like us, a survivor, a human being in need of aid. Me, DeSean, Jenny and Seth took all of you in as well. Now I'm asking that you give this man a chance too. I know we don't know anything about him and his appearance may be a little striking, but I have a gut feeling he isn't a bad man. He didn't attempt to strike at us when we cut him loose, that has to stand for something"
"We had guns pointed at him Hank" DeSean returned.
"Oh yeah, well that says a lot about us too doesn't it D. Maybe it's best we start being more civil around each other too. Why carry guns when were all together. I understand that anything could happen at any time, but we have the cans hung up all around camp. When we hear it, we'll just get our weapons then. We don't- Never mind, I'm getting off topic. Point is, the choices are these. Either we let him stay with us, allow him to become an asset to the group, or we kill him. We don't know anything about him, if he was with a group or not, so we can't let him go. Anyone want to say anything before we decide?"
"I think we take him out right now. We don't need a more hands around here, were fine on our own. Like you said, we don't know anything about this guy, he could be a bandit, a thug, a prisoner, who knows. I mean, look at him! He's an animal that guy. I don't know about you, but I ain't bout to put my wife in danger because you think it's best to have more helping hands. That's just another mouth to feed. We take him in, were not sleeping anymore" DeSean stated, Jennifer by his side the entire time, agreeing with her husband's decision.
"Seth?" Hank asked, turning towards one of his childhood friends. "Ummm. I mean, I get what D is saying, but I think your right Hank. This guy can help us out, better protection. Who knows, he might be a valuable asset. He might know things we don't. I say we give him a chance"
"What do y'all think?" Hank asked everyone else.
The closer the woman got, the farther Floyd tried to back away. All these questions were bombarding him, making him feel targeted. The questions were in regard to his health, according to what the woman said, she was a nurse - trained in the medical field. But all this didn't matter to Floyd, his main priority was to get back into that forest and follow the tracks he had been separated from. He noticed how the group seemed to be rather close, observing how the leader reacted to the nurses touch, and how he interacted with the others in the tent.
He remembered that kind of closeness, but avoided thinking about it as he continued to perch away from the lady, forcing himself to get to his feet. On his way to regain balance he answered the woman's question. "I'm fine" he grumbled. He wasn't the kind of guy to accept help from strangers, he did things better on his own. But the truth was, they had saved his life. Even with that, Floyd refrained from showing any gratitude towards them, somewhere in his mind believing he could have protected himself, even with the head injury. He didn't even respond Aiden's question, not wanting to give out anymore personal information.
Once he stood, Hank signaled Heather to back away from the patient. He then turned to everyone excluding DeSean, who was by his side. "Please step outside, we'll handle it from here" he told Aiden, Imogen, and Heather. "If we need anything, we'll call out" he added in a whisper, opening the tent for them to exit. Before the last person left - Heather - he also placed his hand on her shoulder and got close so only she could hear. "Gather everyone at the campfire, we'll be there in a second."
Once they had all left, Hank returned his gaze at Floyd, DeSean still by his side. "Now........" he started. "As you can see, we've got a small group here. A community if you chose to call it. We found you lying in the dirt unconscious, brought you here with good intentions"
"I didn't ask you to" Floyd murmured to himself, maybe a little louder than he thought because both men heard him.
"You ungrateful son of a b-" DeSean started before Hank placed his hand on the man's chest, stopping him from doing anything he would regret. "Calm down. Civil conversation remember" Hank told DeSean. "Now that's too bad, because I don't care if you wanted me to help or not, because I DID! I couldn't leave you out there to rot!" Hank added before DeSean jumped in. "This man and I risked our asses to save you, so maybe you ought to show some gratitude. We have people out here yet we brought you - a complete stranger into our barracks. Now I'm trusting Hank's decision here, hoping to God that we didn't make the wrong choice"
"What were saying here is that we brought you here with the intention to save your life. Now I can't force you to stay, but I think it's in your best interest to do so. You look like you could use some help. We've got food, a cook. Medicine, water. Now I'm not sure if you were alone or not out there, but that doesn't matter to me. When I found you, you were alone, so that's what I'm going with, am I right?" Hank stated.
Floyd thought for a second, thinking what his answer should be. Truth was, he hadn't been alone, well, somewhat not alone. Jess was out there somewhere, the truck's tracks revealed she had gotten away. Abram was also gone, so it was obvious they had left together. But this group didn't know that, and they didn't need to. "Yea, I was alone" Floyd responded and quickly followed up.
"That doesn't mean ima join your group, I'm better off on my own" Floyd responded, fixing his shirt and wiping the sweat off the side of his face. "Alright, that's fine. But right now, I can't let you go, not in your condition. It's onl-" he started, once again cut off by DeSean.
The black man pulled him back so he would face him. "You're just gonna let him go? What if he's lying? What if he's got a group and shows up with them to rob us or something?" he whispered. "We can't force him to stay here D, he's not a prisoner" Hank whispered back, Floyd just standing there, looking right and left. "Then what do you expect we do?" Hank questioned. "What we always do, vote" DeSean stated, crossing his arms and leaving the tent.
Hank then turned back to Floyd, licking his lips in response to his stress. "Alright......Floyd. I need you to understand that my group's safety, their well-being is my number one concern.........always. The reason were still alive isn't because of me, it's because of everyone's contribution. Everyone does a little something that allows us to go on, even if it's for one more day. So I hope you understand when I say this: You joining us, or even leaving puts us at a liability. None of us know you, we don't know if you're dangerous or not. You haven't done anything to prove hostility, so I have no reason to believe you are. But even with that said, if you leave, I can't prove to these people you won't return with a group to take our stuff or even murder us for it. Right now I need you to think, think! Think of your survival rate out there on your own. Think about it Floyd. What are the chances you'll live? What? Are you going to live off the wilderness? Like a caveman? It would seem that last time you tried that, you ended up in the dirt, unconscious. So tell me what would be the reasonable choice? Stay here with us, prove yourself to these people that you can be an asset, or...............go out there on your own and end up dead in a ditch" Hank paused, allowing Floyd to take everything in.
The redneck had remained silent the entire time. He had his arms crossed with his eyes squinting. From time to time he would sway in horizontal directions. "Now, like all our decision, I will make them with out group. Were going to decide if we want you to stay or not. But I need you to give me an answer now! Am I wasting my time asking these people what to do? Are you going to just leave regardless our choice or are you willing to survive with us? What's it gonna be Floyd? Right here, or out there again?"
Floyd seemed to have spoken, but nothing came from his mouth, just silence. He seemed to be having a difficult time deciding. If he didn't go back out there, there would be not possible way he'd find Jess again. In addition, he doubted these people would risk their lives for another stranger, even if they knew she was pregnant. But it was true what Hank was saying. Going out there was suicide, especially with the ground he had to cover to return to the house in order to follow the tracks again. And it had been about two days or so, the tracks could have faded by now, making them harder to read. The possibility of finding Jess was unlikely. In all sense and honesty, she was basically entitled dead by now and Floyd would have to understand that.
"I..........I'll.........stay" he forced himself to say, watching his hands shiver a little as his spine felt weak. His head started to pulsate fiercely, irritating inside. His blood boiled with anger as he felt the pain of loosing someone. Hank nodded at the answer and left the tent to meet everyone at the campfire. Aiden, Imogen, Seth, DeSean, Jenny, and the others were all sitting in a circle, awaiting Hank.
"Everyone. We have a decision to make here, one that every single one of us is involved in. As you all know, yesterday we brought a stranger into our doorsteps. A survivor. Now, I understand how uneasy that must feel. Knowing there is a stranger sleeping just a couple feet from you, I get that, I slept with my eyes open too. But that man in there just told me he'd like to stay. That he would contribute just like everyone else. I know that this may be a hard decision to make, but we need to do this. Remember, he's just like us, a survivor, a human being in need of aid. Me, DeSean, Jenny and Seth took all of you in as well. Now I'm asking that you give this man a chance too. I know we don't know anything about him and his appearance may be a little striking, but I have a gut feeling he isn't a bad man. He didn't attempt to strike at us when we cut him loose, that has to stand for something"
"We had guns pointed at him Hank" DeSean returned.
"Oh yeah, well that says a lot about us too doesn't it D. Maybe it's best we start being more civil around each other too. Why carry guns when were all together. I understand that anything could happen at any time, but we have the cans hung up all around camp. When we hear it, we'll just get our weapons then. We don't- Never mind, I'm getting off topic. Point is, the choices are these. Either we let him stay with us, allow him to become an asset to the group, or we kill him. We don't know anything about him, if he was with a group or not, so we can't let him go. Anyone want to say anything before we decide?"
"I think we take him out right now. We don't need a more hands around here, were fine on our own. Like you said, we don't know anything about this guy, he could be a bandit, a thug, a prisoner, who knows. I mean, look at him! He's an animal that guy. I don't know about you, but I ain't bout to put my wife in danger because you think it's best to have more helping hands. That's just another mouth to feed. We take him in, were not sleeping anymore" DeSean stated, Jennifer by his side the entire time, agreeing with her husband's decision.
"Seth?" Hank asked, turning towards one of his childhood friends. "Ummm. I mean, I get what D is saying, but I think your right Hank. This guy can help us out, better protection. Who knows, he might be a valuable asset. He might know things we don't. I say we give him a chance"
"What do y'all think?" Hank asked everyone else.
-
-
Season 3 Spoiler
The loud static continued to echo down the highway as the silver two-thousand three Rav4 sped through the incoming rain. I-10 at the moment didn't have any cars, most traffic had already been passed up, traffic that seemed to be directed towards the coast. But in this case, the man driving the vehicle was heading in the opposite direction, trying to hit SH49 to El Dorado, Arkansas.
It would be a long drive coming from southern New Orleans all the way north, but there was a reason. Just about fifty minutes ago, the radio had broadcasted a man's voice, giving out a general address where one could find shelter. Of course, at first the driver thought it to be an emergency broadcast, but fifteen minutes after the first signal, the man's voice returned. This time, he gave the same information, but with different dialogue. He stated: "For all those still surviving in this new world, you are not alone. We are Ace, a compound stationed at the intersection of E Main Street and 167, El Dorado, Arkansas. For all those seeking shelter, food, medicine, possible lost ones - we are here, we are alive. Without limitations we are capable of reaching heights unlike our ancestors. Freedom of both mind and spirit lays in our own capabilities of leaving the old world behind. Join me in this quest and we shall refrain from our rules and embark on the journey to freedom........" then the static returns.
From the start of his drive there have only been two broadcasts. The driver sipped from a small flask as he continued to drive at high speeds. From time to time he would encounter abandoned cars on the road, but it was mostly a smooth drive. The priority for him was to get to El Dorado, where hope may be restored to his lost existence. He'd already sacrificed people he had connections with in order to survive, he now wished this Ace would provide him with safe haven. He was tired of survival of the fittest. "I'm sorry Surge" he stated as he took yet another sip and sped up.
The loud static continued to echo down the highway as the silver two-thousand three Rav4 sped through the incoming rain. I-10 at the moment didn't have any cars, most traffic had already been passed up, traffic that seemed to be directed towards the coast. But in this case, the man driving the vehicle was heading in the opposite direction, trying to hit SH49 to El Dorado, Arkansas.
It would be a long drive coming from southern New Orleans all the way north, but there was a reason. Just about fifty minutes ago, the radio had broadcasted a man's voice, giving out a general address where one could find shelter. Of course, at first the driver thought it to be an emergency broadcast, but fifteen minutes after the first signal, the man's voice returned. This time, he gave the same information, but with different dialogue. He stated: "For all those still surviving in this new world, you are not alone. We are Ace, a compound stationed at the intersection of E Main Street and 167, El Dorado, Arkansas. For all those seeking shelter, food, medicine, possible lost ones - we are here, we are alive. Without limitations we are capable of reaching heights unlike our ancestors. Freedom of both mind and spirit lays in our own capabilities of leaving the old world behind. Join me in this quest and we shall refrain from our rules and embark on the journey to freedom........" then the static returns.
From the start of his drive there have only been two broadcasts. The driver sipped from a small flask as he continued to drive at high speeds. From time to time he would encounter abandoned cars on the road, but it was mostly a smooth drive. The priority for him was to get to El Dorado, where hope may be restored to his lost existence. He'd already sacrificed people he had connections with in order to survive, he now wished this Ace would provide him with safe haven. He was tired of survival of the fittest. "I'm sorry Surge" he stated as he took yet another sip and sped up.
-
© 2007-2026