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> I really was planning on joining but after losing my post, getting sick, the site going out, and the roleplay already being 50 posts in I'm not sure I can throw Salem and T in. The Hospital lights turning on and then off was a good time to introduce them but now that a day or so has passed roleplay-wise, I'm not sure if I can throw them in without it sounding awkward. Maybe, if you'll all still have me, I can throw Salem and T into the fray during the next climatic moment or opening? If not then I completely understand! I should have wrote my post a long time, so I have no one to blame but myself.
Of course we'll have you Rinnee :)
Else you're character sheets would go to waste and we can't have that can we? Hehe.
Jump in whenever you're ready or feel like it's the right time.
**John Teller - MEC - Veronica/Buck**
As the girl started to break down, John felt the exact same pain she was feeling, but reacted differently. If he broke down with her, she couldn't be relying on him for moral support or protection. Instead, John held himself physically strong despite his inner person cracking under the pressure. He stepped forward, slowly wrapping his hands around her shoulders and pulling her in. He let her cry on him, holding her tightly so she knew she was safe now. "I am truly sorry" he whispered into her ear as he let her continue to release all her sorrows. Her doing this was very unexpected, John hadn't really seen her this way in a long time. The guy always thought her as independent and strong, but sometimes he forgets that she's still a young girl that has to spend what's supposed to be the best years of her life in this trashy world.
"It's okay to cry Tori" he whispered again, trying to reassure her that he would never judge her for her actions. But still, they had to move on because holding onto the past would only cause more issues within the newly formed group. Slowly John pulled away, gently bringing his hands to her face. With his thumbs he wiped away at her tears, crouching a little to be face to face with her. "I promise it wont happen again okay? I wont let it. Mr. Oswald, you, me, these new people, I'm going to keep all of you safe you hear me? But I need you Tori. I need you" he repeated, making sure his message got across. He hands moved down to each side of her shoulders. "Now go ahead and check on Robert for me then head to bed. I'm going to drop by this food for them and I'll check up on you in a second" he said before letting her go, watching her walk away slowly. But before she got too far he called out to her again. "Tori!" he said, making her turn. "I love you like family" he finished, smiling widely.
John then took the liberty to pick up the food trays and go to where he was supposed to already be. Turning the hall, he say the giant sitting in front of a room's door, automatically knowing the woman and the child must be inside. At first he frowned at the man, but took a breath and reached him, putting the food trays next to his body, trying to remain quiet noticing as he was sleeping. He unlocked the next room's door and pushed it open, just in case the grump woke up and needed a bed. The ground didn't seem to comfortable. Afterwards, he started back towards his room, stopping before Tori's first and making sure she had fallen asleep. He blew out the candles near the entrance to her room and headed to bed.
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**Next Morning at the MEC...**
John woke up around six in the morning due to the beeping of his watch. Fortunately, the battery wasn't dead yet and it wasn't too difficult to find batteries for it in stores near them. Because they only leaved the hospital for necessary materials, they never ran into other humans. The group didn't even know others were still alive, everything came down so fast that when all the hospital personnel and patients left, that was the last sight of other humans since. The small group was more concerned with their own survival that they didn't take the chance to search for more.
But anyway, John woke up early like always to make sure everything was okay. He returned to the entrance to find a couple of walkers roaming around the premise. He noticed that the front doors and windows had some cracks on them - probably from walkers that saw the lights the night before. Sooner or later he'd have to board up the doors with wood or something, maybe just cover them with drapes - yeah, that'd work well. Because they usually used the backdoor to get out, they never really had to encounter many walkers. But being upfront brought memories of Mrs. Oswald's painful death. John moved to the room in which he put the bodies and opened the door. The smell was terrible, striking his nose like a quick jab. "Good lord" he said, covering his nose and mouth with his hand. "Ugh" he said, going into the room with no other choice. He dragged the body bags though the ground, taking them out of the room. From another room he used the roller beds to move the bodies one by one. He took them to the morgue. It took him nearly thirty minutes to do it alone, but he managed to do so without anyone seeing him or waking. Before returning upstairs he just sat there in an empty hall, bringing his hands to his face and wiping his eyes vigorously. John was just tired and dealing with more than he believed he could handle at the moment. Too much for a single day.
**John Teller - Methodist Hospital - Victoria**
After closing the door to room two-hundred and five, John walked away with the same two food trays from earlier. He sniffed and blinked a few times to hide the tears that were shedding down his cheeks just a couple of minutes ago. He didn't want to show any weakness to the others, so forced himself to reform his neutral stare. His posture returned to normal despite the memory of Mrs. Oswald still roaming his mind. Despite his damaged conscious, he was not going to let Tori be affected by his personal sorrows. So he started down the hall towards the rooms Tori had surely taken the new survivors to. He couldn't help but think he did the right thing letting them in, despite the giant's hostility. John hoped the man would come around and understand that nobody was just going to befriend another nowadays. Life wasn't as joyful as it once was, the meaning of 'living everyday to the fullest' and 'enjoy the little things' was defining the new world. It was a horror to live, but living was precious.
Suddenly, John could hear Tori's voice in the distance. She spoke loudly which echoed through the halls with ease. John started to speed up his stepping, rushing towards the obvious argument. But just as he turned the hall, Victoria passed him up and headed directly to her room. The look on her face gave away just what she was feeling. John put the trays down and ran towards the girl, stopping her by grabbing her arm and tugging her around. He feared she had been injured so looked up and down her body. His eyes wide, making sure she was in perfect shape - which she was. She must have just had a verbal disagreement with none other than the damn giant. "What happened? Are you okay?" he rushed to ask.
Now that whole 'being happy to let new survivors' thing sort of faded. He was second guessing his decision to let them in because one of the two was already causing problems. He was thinking to expel Buck and only allow Farren and her boy to stay, but if he did that, he was sure she wouldn't. Then again, they were only friends, nothing more. But friendship is sometimes stronger than love or family or anything. So he would have to play things right after calming Tori down. Whatever happened had to be fixed immediately, there can't be random bickering within the hospital, John would not allow it - especially from guest.
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John Teller - Methodist Hospital - Buck/Farren/Dean/Tori
After Tori's arrival, John became a little more relaxed. That was until the damn giant continued to make dumb decisions with his blabbermouth. He seemed to think he was in a position to make the calls, but he wasn't. The one with the gun was John - not that he wanted to use it, but if he had to, he would. It wasn't until Farren spoke that John became tranquil again. He really wanted to help them, but it was hard when one of the two continued to fight against everything John ordered. It wasn't that he deemed himself the leader of these people, but believed he needed to make the right choices for the right reasons.
So in the end, Farren was right. It was late, John was definitely tired along with Victoria - who obviously didn't seem too good. The girl must still be shaken up by what had happened to Mrs. Oswald - John still was. So therefore, to no longer justify any complications, John put the pistol back in his holster. He walked towards Victoria and put his hand on her shoulder. "Victoria here will show you to your rooms" he said, allowing the girl to go ahead and escort them. But before Farren followed he closed in and whispered, "Watch your man" he stated, then backing away as he stared at Buck, allowing the guy to follow behind Farren.
John picked up the hammer and started towards the hospital's food service area. He took out three small yogurts, three glasses full of water, and two biscuits that were still good. The a/c system and water ran on the hospital's emergency system. When the lights were turned off, like many police departments, the entire premise had its own water lines and generators. Of course, the generators were meant to turn the lights back on, but with a little help of Mr. Oswald, they were able to connect them to the air conditioning instead. To get lights, they'd use candles and flashlights, not much, but enough to get them out of the dark. The room all of them were just in was full of candles, so everyone was visible. The moonlight also helped light up some of the hospital's hallways and stuff.
Anyhow, after getting the food, John went ahead and started up the stairs and into the second floor where he should run back into Tori and the newcomers. But before doing so, he went to see Robert. He knocked before entering then entered despite not hearing a 'come in'. He noticed the man was sleeping and pulled a chair by his bedside. Suddenly, John slowly broke into tears. "I'm so sorry" he whispered in broken speech. He was shivering so much it was hard to speak. He held onto the side of the bed, his body crouched forward and his eyes closed tightly as his tears crashed against the ground under him. John blamed himself for the death of Robert's wife, honestly believing he could have done so much more for her to keep her alive.
After Tori's arrival, John became a little more relaxed. That was until the damn giant continued to make dumb decisions with his blabbermouth. He seemed to think he was in a position to make the calls, but he wasn't. The one with the gun was John - not that he wanted to use it, but if he had to, he would. It wasn't until Farren spoke that John became tranquil again. He really wanted to help them, but it was hard when one of the two continued to fight against everything John ordered. It wasn't that he deemed himself the leader of these people, but believed he needed to make the right choices for the right reasons.
So in the end, Farren was right. It was late, John was definitely tired along with Victoria - who obviously didn't seem too good. The girl must still be shaken up by what had happened to Mrs. Oswald - John still was. So therefore, to no longer justify any complications, John put the pistol back in his holster. He walked towards Victoria and put his hand on her shoulder. "Victoria here will show you to your rooms" he said, allowing the girl to go ahead and escort them. But before Farren followed he closed in and whispered, "Watch your man" he stated, then backing away as he stared at Buck, allowing the guy to follow behind Farren.
John picked up the hammer and started towards the hospital's food service area. He took out three small yogurts, three glasses full of water, and two biscuits that were still good. The a/c system and water ran on the hospital's emergency system. When the lights were turned off, like many police departments, the entire premise had its own water lines and generators. Of course, the generators were meant to turn the lights back on, but with a little help of Mr. Oswald, they were able to connect them to the air conditioning instead. To get lights, they'd use candles and flashlights, not much, but enough to get them out of the dark. The room all of them were just in was full of candles, so everyone was visible. The moonlight also helped light up some of the hospital's hallways and stuff.
Anyhow, after getting the food, John went ahead and started up the stairs and into the second floor where he should run back into Tori and the newcomers. But before doing so, he went to see Robert. He knocked before entering then entered despite not hearing a 'come in'. He noticed the man was sleeping and pulled a chair by his bedside. Suddenly, John slowly broke into tears. "I'm so sorry" he whispered in broken speech. He was shivering so much it was hard to speak. He held onto the side of the bed, his body crouched forward and his eyes closed tightly as his tears crashed against the ground under him. John blamed himself for the death of Robert's wife, honestly believing he could have done so much more for her to keep her alive.
I like the premise, but wish it'd prioritize on medieval rather than fantasy :/
I'd love to play some kind of viking warrior or earl or sumthin.
I'm interested, but I'd prefer if we dealt only with humans and not mages and stuff.
I'd love to play some kind of viking warrior or earl or sumthin.
I'm interested, but I'd prefer if we dealt only with humans and not mages and stuff.
Jonathan Teller - Methodist Hospital - Farren/Buck/Victoria
The security guard took a step back when the giant decided to step forward and between his gun and the woman. He kept separation in order to maintain the upper hand if anything went south. As the giant started speaking, Jonathan understood he only wanted safe haven in the hospital, but his little aggressive threat wasn't a smart move. But John didn't bring it up yet, he didn't want to turn this into an argument - even though he had the ability. Despite Buck's attempt to get John to put down his weapon, the guard did not. Not even when Buck had his hammer on the floor, nor when the woman spoke and asked for a room. She seemed more calm than the giant, so John decided to speak to her instead.
"Look ma'am, you have to understand my position okay. I'm not saying you guys are bad people, but I have to protect my people first alright. I'm just taking all precautions. I apologize if it seems to rash, but nowadays......." he paused, unable to complete his sentence. The thought that everything had burn to the ground hit him hard, especially after watching Mrs. Oswald allow her own life to be taken by the dead. They were all living in a world of horror and agony now, and there was no cure.
John phased to another thought as he pulled at his walkie talkie. He pressed the button and spoke. "Victoria, I need you to come to room.....107. We have survivors. Over" he stated through his talker, needed her to assist him at the moment. Still he ignored the giant, not wanting to have to go off on him - still irritated by his dumb threat. "Now.....Farren was it? I'm having my friend come downstairs to take you and your son to a clean room. But I need you to leave all your stuff here, only take what you need okay? A simple request" he stated, putting his gun down a little now. "Your friend Buck here can stay here until he answers a couple of questions" John said with squinted eyes as he used his foot to slide the hammer behind him.
"I'm John Teller by the way. I'm the security guard here. Like I said, you two have been the only survivors I've seen since all this started. It's only been us fou......three since. We just lost one. She passed away not too long before your arrival, so forgive me if I seem on edge" he said, finally bringing his gun down, but still in his grasp just in case. "After y'all get settled I'll go about the rules here, but for now, despite our circumstances and bad introduction, I thank God there are others."
The security guard took a step back when the giant decided to step forward and between his gun and the woman. He kept separation in order to maintain the upper hand if anything went south. As the giant started speaking, Jonathan understood he only wanted safe haven in the hospital, but his little aggressive threat wasn't a smart move. But John didn't bring it up yet, he didn't want to turn this into an argument - even though he had the ability. Despite Buck's attempt to get John to put down his weapon, the guard did not. Not even when Buck had his hammer on the floor, nor when the woman spoke and asked for a room. She seemed more calm than the giant, so John decided to speak to her instead.
"Look ma'am, you have to understand my position okay. I'm not saying you guys are bad people, but I have to protect my people first alright. I'm just taking all precautions. I apologize if it seems to rash, but nowadays......." he paused, unable to complete his sentence. The thought that everything had burn to the ground hit him hard, especially after watching Mrs. Oswald allow her own life to be taken by the dead. They were all living in a world of horror and agony now, and there was no cure.
John phased to another thought as he pulled at his walkie talkie. He pressed the button and spoke. "Victoria, I need you to come to room.....107. We have survivors. Over" he stated through his talker, needed her to assist him at the moment. Still he ignored the giant, not wanting to have to go off on him - still irritated by his dumb threat. "Now.....Farren was it? I'm having my friend come downstairs to take you and your son to a clean room. But I need you to leave all your stuff here, only take what you need okay? A simple request" he stated, putting his gun down a little now. "Your friend Buck here can stay here until he answers a couple of questions" John said with squinted eyes as he used his foot to slide the hammer behind him.
"I'm John Teller by the way. I'm the security guard here. Like I said, you two have been the only survivors I've seen since all this started. It's only been us fou......three since. We just lost one. She passed away not too long before your arrival, so forgive me if I seem on edge" he said, finally bringing his gun down, but still in his grasp just in case. "After y'all get settled I'll go about the rules here, but for now, despite our circumstances and bad introduction, I thank God there are others."
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Name : Aubrey Diaz
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Jonathan Teller - Methodist Emergency Medical Center - Victoria/Farren/Buck
The loud thudding of knocks blasted throughout the entire hospital. Due to its quiet essence, sounds were like explosions, arousing through every room and hallway. So as the knocks boomed at the main entrance, Jonathan turned towards the sound as he turned to Victoria. The two had taken Robert back to his room where he sobbed over his now-dead wife. "You stay here, watch over Robert. Stay close to the walkie" he told her, taking the pistol from his holster and heading towards the sound, staying close to the walls and keeping in the shadows. He wanted to see whoever was making the noise before he, she or it saw him.
He walked down the halls and the sounds became irregular, speeding up at times, slowing down at others. Because the room was upstairs, he had to first go downstairs then take a couple turns before finally reaching a more pleasurable space to see the outsiders. He crouched down onto one knee as he reached the end of a wall that connected to the main hall where the doors were. Slowly he moved his head and peaked towards the glass, witnessing what his eyes believed to be false. Before arriving at that location, he was already prepared to face off against a couple of those undead creatures. He realized that the lights and gunshots must have called them forth, but as he stared at the glass doors, he couldn't believe what was on the other side of them. ".....Survivors?...." he questioned himself silently.
About 10 minutes earlier....
John continued to sob, his eyes completely shut from all the heartfelt pain he was currently undergoing. He felt his chest tighten, his knees giving out right underneath him as his entire body shook vigorously. His breaths were also very distant, making it harder for him to get enough oxygen to his lungs, then his heart. It was like he was dying inside, as though he was a time bomb prepared to explode with agony.
But suddenly, the cry behind him interrupted his own grieving. Still shivering, John started to turn his body towards the person behind him. He already knew who it was, but didn't want to accept it until he caught sight of her. And there she was, Victoria, or Tori as he called her was on her knees, sobbing just as he was seconds before her arrival. John's eyes had become widened by shock. He had never wished to see this young girl break down like that, never wanted to see anyone break down like she just had. Then he tried to speak, but couldn't. The man was at a loss of words, anything he managed to get out would do nothing to bring back Mrs. Oswald.
Then he realized that truth. The old woman was gone, and nothing they did would bring her back. Unfortunately, there was no time to mourn the death of the family member they had just lost, it would do them nothing but harm. With the knowledge that walkers were already on their way, John decided to act before anyone else lost their lives. He ran his forearm through his face, wiping away at the tears. Slowly he walked towards Victoria who was still crying - his sneakers squeaking a little at every step. Once he reached her he crouched down to her level, putting a hand on her shoulder, the other on the side of her arm. "....I'm sorry...." he whispered to her, bringing her in and hugging her tightly, not letting go as she lay her tears on his dirty white shirt. He held onto her, like a father would his daughter. But it wasn't like that because Victoria - despite her current condition - was a very independent and strong girl. Without her, John would be nowhere either - possibly dead. They needed each other to survive, that's what it had come to now.
So after holding her for about a minute, he slowly released her and faced her, his eyes connected to hers. "I need you Tori. I need you right now more than ever, do you understand?" he started, no longer shaking or shivering or what not. He had become calm, collecting himself entirely. His period of grief was long gone, it was time for him to step up as the leader and do what he did best - improvise. "I need you to go to the supply room and get four body bags. I know..........I know this is hard for you to understand, but Mrs. Oswald is gone. I loved her as much as you did, but if Robert comes down her and sees her like this, he'll break Tori. The man will die if he sees his wife laying here, torn to shreds. I need you Tori" he said one last time, helping her to her feet, planting a kiss on her forehead for reassurance.
It may have seemed insensitive what he was doing, as though he no longer cared, but it was the opposite. He cared so much for these people he couldn't see them destroyed by their own emotions. There was no longer anything he could do for Mrs. Oswald and he understood that, but knew he could do something for Robert - even if it was grim. "I need you to run to the supply room and get four body bags and a lot of paper okay? Just bring the entire cleaning cart, we have to get this fixed" he told Tori, pointing in the direction of the supply room.
Once she was gone, he dragged the bodies to a nearby room, blood tainting the surface of the corridor. That would have to be cleaned after the bodies were covered up. First he moved the walker's decomposed bodies, having a hard time doing it because despite their meatless frames, they were still as heavy as normal humans. But once he reached Mrs. Oswald's body, he froze up a little, just stared into what used to be a face. It was unorthodox and full of gore - a sight no one should ever have to see. But knowing the others needed him to do it, he went ahead and dragged Oswald's body into the room, leaving only blood stains in the main hallway. After Tori managed to get back with all the supplies, he took her by the arms again. "I'm going to put them in these bags. In the meantime, try and get this blood soaked up. Wear gloves and don't get any on your face" he instructed, heading into the room with the four body bags on hand. It all felt so rushed.
Current time.....
John hesitated before leaving his hiding spot, but decided it was the right thing to do. He walked slowly towards the front entrance, pointing his weapon at the survivors on the other side of the glass doors. He noticed the woman carried a child, the large man a hammer in his belt. John was still a couple of feet away from the door, just standing there, watching them with uncertainty. He still couldn't believe there were others out there in a world as such. And more questions arose in his mind.
Where they good people? Would they try to steal from him? Kill his people? They were precaution questions - precaution that made it difficult to make a decision. But despite his doubt, the woman had a child. He couldn't nor had the audacity to leave the boy out there and in grave danger. So without further ado, he rushed forward to the door, beginning to hear moans in the distance and unlocked the door. "Hurry! Hurry!" he whispered quickly, shoving them inside forcefully and locking the door behind them. Then he quickly turned and pointed the gun at them again. "Move, that way" he said, pointing towards a hallway that kept them from being seen by walkers near the entrance. Then he continued to push them further into the hospital, his gun being the only thing keeping him in charge at this point. Once they got to a decent spot where John deemed safe, he told them to turn and look at him. "Now, I don't know you.............I don't know who you are or where you're from. I don't know what you've had to go through out there, but.......You guys are the only survivors I've seen since this has started" he stated, gun still pointed. "So I'm gonna ask you a few questions, but first I need you to give me all your weapons" he said, nodding at the hammer Buck had. "Just slide them over" he added.
The loud thudding of knocks blasted throughout the entire hospital. Due to its quiet essence, sounds were like explosions, arousing through every room and hallway. So as the knocks boomed at the main entrance, Jonathan turned towards the sound as he turned to Victoria. The two had taken Robert back to his room where he sobbed over his now-dead wife. "You stay here, watch over Robert. Stay close to the walkie" he told her, taking the pistol from his holster and heading towards the sound, staying close to the walls and keeping in the shadows. He wanted to see whoever was making the noise before he, she or it saw him.
He walked down the halls and the sounds became irregular, speeding up at times, slowing down at others. Because the room was upstairs, he had to first go downstairs then take a couple turns before finally reaching a more pleasurable space to see the outsiders. He crouched down onto one knee as he reached the end of a wall that connected to the main hall where the doors were. Slowly he moved his head and peaked towards the glass, witnessing what his eyes believed to be false. Before arriving at that location, he was already prepared to face off against a couple of those undead creatures. He realized that the lights and gunshots must have called them forth, but as he stared at the glass doors, he couldn't believe what was on the other side of them. ".....Survivors?...." he questioned himself silently.
About 10 minutes earlier....
John continued to sob, his eyes completely shut from all the heartfelt pain he was currently undergoing. He felt his chest tighten, his knees giving out right underneath him as his entire body shook vigorously. His breaths were also very distant, making it harder for him to get enough oxygen to his lungs, then his heart. It was like he was dying inside, as though he was a time bomb prepared to explode with agony.
But suddenly, the cry behind him interrupted his own grieving. Still shivering, John started to turn his body towards the person behind him. He already knew who it was, but didn't want to accept it until he caught sight of her. And there she was, Victoria, or Tori as he called her was on her knees, sobbing just as he was seconds before her arrival. John's eyes had become widened by shock. He had never wished to see this young girl break down like that, never wanted to see anyone break down like she just had. Then he tried to speak, but couldn't. The man was at a loss of words, anything he managed to get out would do nothing to bring back Mrs. Oswald.
Then he realized that truth. The old woman was gone, and nothing they did would bring her back. Unfortunately, there was no time to mourn the death of the family member they had just lost, it would do them nothing but harm. With the knowledge that walkers were already on their way, John decided to act before anyone else lost their lives. He ran his forearm through his face, wiping away at the tears. Slowly he walked towards Victoria who was still crying - his sneakers squeaking a little at every step. Once he reached her he crouched down to her level, putting a hand on her shoulder, the other on the side of her arm. "....I'm sorry...." he whispered to her, bringing her in and hugging her tightly, not letting go as she lay her tears on his dirty white shirt. He held onto her, like a father would his daughter. But it wasn't like that because Victoria - despite her current condition - was a very independent and strong girl. Without her, John would be nowhere either - possibly dead. They needed each other to survive, that's what it had come to now.
So after holding her for about a minute, he slowly released her and faced her, his eyes connected to hers. "I need you Tori. I need you right now more than ever, do you understand?" he started, no longer shaking or shivering or what not. He had become calm, collecting himself entirely. His period of grief was long gone, it was time for him to step up as the leader and do what he did best - improvise. "I need you to go to the supply room and get four body bags. I know..........I know this is hard for you to understand, but Mrs. Oswald is gone. I loved her as much as you did, but if Robert comes down her and sees her like this, he'll break Tori. The man will die if he sees his wife laying here, torn to shreds. I need you Tori" he said one last time, helping her to her feet, planting a kiss on her forehead for reassurance.
It may have seemed insensitive what he was doing, as though he no longer cared, but it was the opposite. He cared so much for these people he couldn't see them destroyed by their own emotions. There was no longer anything he could do for Mrs. Oswald and he understood that, but knew he could do something for Robert - even if it was grim. "I need you to run to the supply room and get four body bags and a lot of paper okay? Just bring the entire cleaning cart, we have to get this fixed" he told Tori, pointing in the direction of the supply room.
Once she was gone, he dragged the bodies to a nearby room, blood tainting the surface of the corridor. That would have to be cleaned after the bodies were covered up. First he moved the walker's decomposed bodies, having a hard time doing it because despite their meatless frames, they were still as heavy as normal humans. But once he reached Mrs. Oswald's body, he froze up a little, just stared into what used to be a face. It was unorthodox and full of gore - a sight no one should ever have to see. But knowing the others needed him to do it, he went ahead and dragged Oswald's body into the room, leaving only blood stains in the main hallway. After Tori managed to get back with all the supplies, he took her by the arms again. "I'm going to put them in these bags. In the meantime, try and get this blood soaked up. Wear gloves and don't get any on your face" he instructed, heading into the room with the four body bags on hand. It all felt so rushed.
Current time.....
John hesitated before leaving his hiding spot, but decided it was the right thing to do. He walked slowly towards the front entrance, pointing his weapon at the survivors on the other side of the glass doors. He noticed the woman carried a child, the large man a hammer in his belt. John was still a couple of feet away from the door, just standing there, watching them with uncertainty. He still couldn't believe there were others out there in a world as such. And more questions arose in his mind.
Where they good people? Would they try to steal from him? Kill his people? They were precaution questions - precaution that made it difficult to make a decision. But despite his doubt, the woman had a child. He couldn't nor had the audacity to leave the boy out there and in grave danger. So without further ado, he rushed forward to the door, beginning to hear moans in the distance and unlocked the door. "Hurry! Hurry!" he whispered quickly, shoving them inside forcefully and locking the door behind them. Then he quickly turned and pointed the gun at them again. "Move, that way" he said, pointing towards a hallway that kept them from being seen by walkers near the entrance. Then he continued to push them further into the hospital, his gun being the only thing keeping him in charge at this point. Once they got to a decent spot where John deemed safe, he told them to turn and look at him. "Now, I don't know you.............I don't know who you are or where you're from. I don't know what you've had to go through out there, but.......You guys are the only survivors I've seen since this has started" he stated, gun still pointed. "So I'm gonna ask you a few questions, but first I need you to give me all your weapons" he said, nodding at the hammer Buck had. "Just slide them over" he added.
Everyone's here then, nobody's absent! Role call complete. Let us get thangs back on the road. Happy y'all stuck around, thanks.
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