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Frozen Darkness

"There in lies the problem the cold wave can follow you underground for a long distance if there isn't anything blocking the way. It's literally freezing cold air that's spreading through tunnels." She sighed and shook her head." If we camp in the metro, it should be a a storage or maintenance room of some vareity or even a control one, though for those we usually have to go even higher since that's where the control rooms are. In any case we should be careful." She finished her statement.

"Well to the east we go then. Hopefully we come across a access door before long that leds into the maintenance tunnels." She pointed out and started walking. Sure enough as it was always with the old world metro construciton, there was a door leading into the maintenance tunnels. It would provide security from things wandering the metro tunnels themselves and also from the elements. Hell if they were lucky, they might even stumble upon something they could use to get a real fire going, because the remains of the torch wouldn't really be enough to have a fire burning for very long, she doubted that he'd be able to even cook a small part of the meat as he wanted with just the remains of a single broom handle." As long as we avoid the worst of the exposure we should be mostly alright."

"... Fourth Kingdom..." She replied eventually after a few moments of silence." Used to be Fourth Shelter at first I think. I refer to it by 'the settlement' just to not mentio nit. It wasn't a nice place, it's a military dictatorship ran on slavery and indoctrination of slaves. They don't really raid other settlements for slaves, they just demand them for protection from possible raids." Cat sighed and stopped in front of the access door, tensing her senses and then reading her weapon as she preapred to open the door." It was underneath the old military complex on the other side of the city, so it ended up with a lot of actual soldiers there after the cataclysm." She explained and opened the door, which luckily wasn't frozen because it was far enough from the surface and there wasn't that much humindity for everything to be frozen anyways. She pulled the door open and readied her shotgun axe to shoot at anything on the other side. Another properly filled maintenance closet would be too much to hope for, but she at least hoped for somethign secure they could camp at for the night and hopefully with something to burn.

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"You remember?" She asked him in surprise." You were born before the cataclysm then? Huh... I guess I took you as somebody more my age, but I guess you are at least a few years older than me then." Cat sighed and looked at him." Well I will take your word for it, I was born and raised already underground hell, by the time I was old enough to remember, the new 'societies' had already began to form." She lightly growled, but calmed down moments later. Yeah born and raised in slavery wasn't especially pleasant especially after knowing who your mother was and her doesn't even caring about you anymore because she was so brainwashed and broken that she only cared to be a tool for somebody else to satisfy their desires with and to slave away, hell for all Cat knew, she might have siblings out there, but honestly she didn't care by this point.

"Sure too bad we cannot use it to make a few.." She added and proceeded to find space for the boots in her bag while he made the torche." By the way, tying the light sticks to ourselves is a bad plan, it's like signaling our location precisely in the underground. A very bad decision all things considered, better hold them or have them set in such a way they could be discarded at a moment's notice. Light doesn't really hinder quite everything, I mean some underground mutants and beasties might not like it and keep at bay, but others might just rush right at it. Torches are superior in that, not only does it provide light, it also does fire and fire is good repellent."

"I will take lead, you hold the torch." She told him with a grin and secured the light sticks in her backpack. Then she checked to confirm her shogun axe was loaded, before heading forwards, leading the way. They had a lot of ground to cover, they were currently running through some access corridors and halls underground, so if what he mentioned earlier was correct, then they should eventually find their way to the old metro tunnels. The tunnels this far out were separated from the ones closer in city because of caveins and other disasters that were results from the cataclysm. She wasn't sure exactly where the exile town was, but it was even further on, so it might not even be in the old metro tunnels, but instead in the natural caverns formed during the quakes and so on. They will have to see. As for a good spot for a camp, she wasn't sure.

"Hey, ever been a witness to a cold waves?" She asked without turning, her axe ever ready to strike and her senses generally focused on the darkness ahead." Some time back when I was still a soldier trainee in the Settlement, we a team that got caught in one on the surface. When we went to search for survivors or at least retrieve their gear, in just 24 hours they had frozen to death and nearly solid. We should be weary of that, especially with the storm up top, sometimes after a snowstorm like that a rapid cold wave follows. We should take that into acount when we camp" She mentioned.

Riv's RP dreams!

*places a second landmine*

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"Thank you." Cat replied at the praise, a bit surprised and not used to being praised. Back as a slave soldier she was never praised, she was just assumed by those above her that she'd do right so if she did do a good job there were never praises and if she failed at something, she'd be punished. Now... later she understood that was a way of breaking her and the others in her situation, she had seen it, felt it and eventually broke through it because she was actually pretty smart and with strong will. Still didn't make her used to praise.

With a moderate tap with her shoulder the door snapped open from the ice and the insides were revealed." I'll be darned... how did this place not get looted sooner?" She muttered as she walked inside, looking at everything that was around." Fuck... this is... " She added in disbelieve as she spotted and opened the toolbox. It was untouched! It wasn't a specliast one in some of the specliast places like garages, but it had everything htey might need! Hammers, nails, screwdivers and wrecnhes on top of scres, bolts and washers. Only one problem, it wasn't really her thing. She could likely trade it later if it was just her, but she wasn't alone." Donny, you take the toolbox." She stated flatly." By the looks and sounds of it you've got better understanding what these could do as benefits outside of trading them." She said and moved away from the box to explore the rest of the closet. She then spotted the pair of rubber boots and nodded, picking them up, not warm, hers were better for warmth and just cross terrain, but rubber boots like these would be invaluable if they had to trduge thourgh questionable substances and liquids." Seems we might have struck the motherlode." She chuckled and put the boots aside to be picked later, continuing tosearch around. The mop she ofund in a cabinet was mostly useless... well mostly, she just pulled the cloth bit of the end off the brittle wood. It would do well as tinder. Then her eyes fell on something else.

"Jackpot." She grinned picking up and caressing a perfect crowbar as if it was a baby." This one's mine~" She cooed and hurriedly found a place on her bags to attach it to. This baby was going to allow them to open a lot of other otherwise unaccessable places. Finally what she found else in the cabinet made her half." Hey, Donny, come here, I think we found something even better than the toolbox. Haven't seen one of these in a while." She told him and carefully picked up to show him the glowsticks." We might have to use one now honestly... unless we form a improvised torch or something which admittedly we might be able to. It will be 'night' soon on the surface and we will have to search for a place to set camp way before the 10 hours of light the stick would provide so it would be a waste to do so before resting." She told him.

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@Lucius Cypher okeeeeeeee I will post in a little while. Would have sooner but you know D&D happened earlier today.

Riv's RP dreams!

*replaces the snaretrap with a landmine*

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Cat looked at Donny with a slightly raised eyebrow until he pulled off the improvised lockpick. Well normally one would call it improvised, but this was the post apocalypse, pretty much everything was improvised or salvaged. True new tech or gear was rarely made, mostly because the facilities required to do so were hard to find. Even setting up a smithy was very hard because of avaible resources being sparce, unless you worked with specific types. Luckily electrical grindstones weren't that rare because electricity was something a number of settlements had.

"Luckily for us then that I'm actually somewhat decent at this... Not the first time I've picked a lock." She replied flatly and took the offered tools, setting a knee in front of the door so the lock was at eye level and then very carefully and methodically got to work, being very careful to listen to the sounds it made as she moved it about extremely carefully, not wanting to risk it snapping and leaving them without the hook and the loot. As for her experience, well she had to sneak off to be able to get her smuggled goods to her safehouse/hiding place. It also helped that she had a lot easier time at hearing what happened inside the locks. Now it was all to skill, patience and luck.

"Let's see... quiet now..."She mumbled, narrowing her eyes and focusing on the sensations from the lock. Both touch and sound were important here.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne Location: Education Center (M) Skills: N/A

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The trial continued on with the rest of the events that transpired into quarantine and eventually proceeded to the ones past. She noted that Nikki was asked why she had kissed Hunter and Amelia didn’t really think that was a question that needed to be asked in such a public place and event. The answer wasn’t too unusual all things considered and the girl was soon told she could step down. The one who came up afterwards was Gunny.

What led to the charges it seemed was a rather big case of problems that hunters had piled on himself. His attitude by the sound of it really needed work, now Amelia was self aware enough that if they had separated her from Riley, she’d likely have gone unhinged and unstable as well, but his attitude even before they took the hellhound, beast, creature of terror from him also needed a lot of work. She also recalled their party night after the end of quarantine and well the drunken stupor he drank himself into.

Following that was the most unexpected turn of events that Amelia could have imagined. They brought out a video recording, so they had them under observation via hidden camera there. Made her think of there was a hidden camera at Supply. Well it would make sense to have the workplaces monitored or at least ones of greater importance. She didn’t actually mind that too much, it meant more security overall and made her feel safer. The things she heard and saw however made her look to the side and close her eyes, muttering underneath her breath, seeking Riley’s arm for comfort. He was uncomfortable to listen to even though she didn’t really wish him harm. Amelia was pretty certain they weren’t ever going to be getting alone even if they had a chance of interacting more. Every word he spoke, made her want to either hit him or just ignore him.

As finally hunter was called to testify for himself, she knew that it likely wasn’t good. Even now his way of speaking rubbed her the wrong way. She squeezed Riley’s hand tightly. She hoped that she’d be better if she was in his shoes. If nothing else she wouldn’t have antagonized anybody and she tried to always be on point with her tasks. Now all that was left to see was his own words to the questioning her approved of and the result of the trial. She didn’t wish him harm, but honestly didn’t expect them to let him stay, at least not without heavy restrictions.

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Lisa Mason Location: Hospital(B)(J4)→General Housing(X)() Skills: N/a

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Lisa gave a silent nod of greeting and acknowledgement to Mary when she arrived in the room. It wasn’t the best of scenarios, but she continued to quietly retell the story as a barely a whisper, waiting for the team that would bring Lucy away from here to arrive. Minutes stretched, time seemed to collapse on itself or mayhaps stretch to eternity? She was used to death by now, pretty much everybody was if they had survived to this point, but a situation like this still hit you even if you could just bash somebody’s skull in for survival. This wasn’t a struggle for dear life with walkers all around, nor was it a bandit raid or other undesirables. It was a little girl who only wished for better life and dreamed of magic and the fantastical stories. Lisa fell silent and caressed the picture the girl drew for her with the tip of her fingers as if she might damage it otherwise.

“I will, thank you, Mary.” Lisa replied, standing up from her seat as the other woman pulled the table away, causing the crayon to fall. Her eyes locked onto it like a hawk. Right away she leaned down and picked it up, carefully placing it with the others, quickly lining them up on the table and giving a nod to the other people in the room. She walked to the door, still holding in her arms the picture that was named for her and looked a final time at Lucy.” Goodbye.” She muttered and with a frail smile left the room. Lisa knew that Lucy’s body was in capable hands now. They will do right by her.

She walked out of the hospital, noting the rain had stopped. How time flied when she was telling that story. A sad smile graced her lips again and she shook her head, heading towards her apartment. Nikki was likely still at Court, so she’d be alone and that served her for the time being. She walked down the street, without hurrying too much and was thinking about many different things. It was bound to happen sooner and later and it at least saved the girl a lot of suffering she’d have in the future and Lisa was grateful she was there! Lucy wasn’t alone when it happened and she was spending the last moments with a happy memory. That was the most important thing one could want, to not be alone when the time comes. Her sad smile was also a happy smile, a contradiction she didn’t care to think about.

Walking up the stairs and eventually to her door, she barely realized when she had walked the entire distance from Medical to the General Housing without realizing when she had crossed the distance. She opened the door and entered, walking to her bed and placing the picture on the nightstand by it and then sat down, tossing a look at the papers she was preparing for her proposal for the engineering/trap competition. She thought for a moment and grabbed a few empty sheets( She needed to get a notebook later ) and after a moment started writing.

‘Prince Ivan and Vasilisa the Wise...’ With the title written, she began writing down the story just as she had retold it to Lucy. It had given her a bit of a perspective today. She wasn’t the best writer, but she didn’t have to think the stories from scratch. She just had to write what she remembered and she knew quite a few, not the entire several hundred pages worth of stories she had as a child on that specific book, but she remembered more than a few. Lisa now decided to transcribe as many as she could. She’d still arrange the competition, but this came as a bit of a priority for the moment. Fairy tales were important, doubly so in a world like this. She glanced at the drawing of flowers on her nightstand.’ Yes… now where was I? Ahh yes, they drew their heavy bows...’ She thought and returned to writing. Later she was going to try to use contribution points to get a notebook to write into instead.

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"I know, but admittedly we could have done without the good eating, but with the bullets we had to spend to deal with this." She replied, giving him a mildly angry look." Crabs aren't creatures of cold even the mutant ones. Had you not fired the damn gun, it wouldn't have woken up for anything less than stepping on top of it." She sighed and removed her rifle's magazine, reloading the spend bullets with what she had left. Leaving the gun half loaded was even worse. One never knew when they'd need the bullets. With that she swung it back to her back on the strap and walked over to where she dropped her shotgun axe, picking it up, cracking it open, replacing the shells and putting away the spent ones in one of her small belt bags. They could reload those later. She also collected her 5.56 casings, recycling was the name of the game after all.

"Now be careful and follow my lead for real this time." She told him as htey headed underground. Similarly to her nickname's sake her eyes quickly adapted back to the darkness of the underground, perhaps it helped that she spend a lot of time in the darkness to begin with due to her training and duties, then there was the fact that it was her preferred territory. She didn't like the surface too much. It was too cold, the snow was getting into very unpleasant places( like seriously, how on earth did it get into her bra or pants?) Luckily she wore mostly water resistant or proof outer clothing, but it didn't help with her feeling it earlier when they were on the surface. Having snow melting on your skin wasn't pleasant in the sub zero temperatures. At least her boots were good and her feet weren't wet." Maybe we can scramble up an improvised handcranked one later... Now shhh... there's a maintenance closet..." She pointed it out to him in the darkness." Doesn't seem to have been opened, but you cannot be too certain. I check it out and need you to be ready to shoot anything that might come out of it and just generally keep an eye out." She told him and carefully got closer to the door to inspect it and attempt to get it open. If it was left untouched for whatever reason, it would be a great boon, the fact it was untouched however was concerning, so she made sure to be at full attention.

Riv's RP dreams!

*Since a gilded coin wasn't enough, adds some sparkly crystals*