SpiffyGonna post tonight or tomorrow morning. Sorry but this is one busy ass week. Also, another person will be joining shortly. Just a heads up.
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Once the girl spoke, something immediately clicked for Ethan. He realized he wasn't alone, and that everyone had lost somebody to this horror. He wasn't the only one, it took her distance from him for him to start to realize just how ridiculous he was being. No one wanted a sob story as everyone now had one, they all just wanted to survive...somehow. He let the stranger walk back away from him as he stood in thought for a moment, then, once he was satisfied with his wife being buried, he followed her. She didn't go far, but it was clear to him that she didn't know what she was doing. She was just...doing.
"You don't want to go that way," he told her. That way led to the horde they had just recently escaped. Whether the dead were still out there or not, that way also led to the entrance gate. He wasn't sure how the situation was out there, but he knew there once were a lot of angry people not but a few days ago. Dead or not, they seemed a little unfriendly to anyone.
He was debating within himself to tell her of the safehouse he was from. Yeah, he owed her his life, but on the one hand she seemed very independent, and on the other he didn't know a thing about her. Even though he didn't know a thing about the others he was surviving with back at the farmhouse, he could tell they were decent people. He had to find out if she would be a problem before any conflict arose, though his instincts told him she was just trying to get by.
"What do I call you?" He asked. He didn't ask her name because he felt she didn't want to get close, maybe even so with a nickname, but he didn't really care to much. Either she needed help, or she was going to die.
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Dallen sat in his perch simply waiting. He wanted to be out there, doing something. Though, he knew his place was here for now. If those people came back by, he was the only one ready to fight back. He owed these people nothing, however, they were the first group he met that seemed decent besides the twins he met in the tunnels. He wondered if they were okay, and sort of wished he brought them along. A couple kids on their own was horrible, but he left them and that was that. Every man for himself. The main thing that kept him here was the fact that they had a farm, which meant food and other supplies. He had whole hearted intention of using them, then going back out on his own. But how long would he last on his own, he wondered.
"I'm taking over," came Raven's voice as she climbed up to his position. "You need rest, Mr.Lawyer."
"I'm in my prime," he told her, notioning with a hand for her to leave.
She swapped his hand away and slightly shoved his shoulder.
"You're a human, not a machine," she said. "Seriously, rest. I'm starting to believe those baddies won't be coming back after all."
"Oh, they'll be back," was his response.
"Then you need rest."
Maybe she was right. He submitted, simply lying back in a stack of hay. He motioned a hand as to say, go ahead.
"Well if you're gonna stay up here while you rest," Raven started. "Maybe we should talk a little. Get to know..."
"No, that's okay," Dallen replied. He closed his eyes and lay his head back into the hay.
"Ugh, figures," Raven said.
"You don't want to go that way," he told her. That way led to the horde they had just recently escaped. Whether the dead were still out there or not, that way also led to the entrance gate. He wasn't sure how the situation was out there, but he knew there once were a lot of angry people not but a few days ago. Dead or not, they seemed a little unfriendly to anyone.
He was debating within himself to tell her of the safehouse he was from. Yeah, he owed her his life, but on the one hand she seemed very independent, and on the other he didn't know a thing about her. Even though he didn't know a thing about the others he was surviving with back at the farmhouse, he could tell they were decent people. He had to find out if she would be a problem before any conflict arose, though his instincts told him she was just trying to get by.
"What do I call you?" He asked. He didn't ask her name because he felt she didn't want to get close, maybe even so with a nickname, but he didn't really care to much. Either she needed help, or she was going to die.
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Dallen sat in his perch simply waiting. He wanted to be out there, doing something. Though, he knew his place was here for now. If those people came back by, he was the only one ready to fight back. He owed these people nothing, however, they were the first group he met that seemed decent besides the twins he met in the tunnels. He wondered if they were okay, and sort of wished he brought them along. A couple kids on their own was horrible, but he left them and that was that. Every man for himself. The main thing that kept him here was the fact that they had a farm, which meant food and other supplies. He had whole hearted intention of using them, then going back out on his own. But how long would he last on his own, he wondered.
"I'm taking over," came Raven's voice as she climbed up to his position. "You need rest, Mr.Lawyer."
"I'm in my prime," he told her, notioning with a hand for her to leave.
She swapped his hand away and slightly shoved his shoulder.
"You're a human, not a machine," she said. "Seriously, rest. I'm starting to believe those baddies won't be coming back after all."
"Oh, they'll be back," was his response.
"Then you need rest."
Maybe she was right. He submitted, simply lying back in a stack of hay. He motioned a hand as to say, go ahead.
"Well if you're gonna stay up here while you rest," Raven started. "Maybe we should talk a little. Get to know..."
"No, that's okay," Dallen replied. He closed his eyes and lay his head back into the hay.
"Ugh, figures," Raven said.
yea i just made people coming to them....could be you if you want. Or they could be baddies and you're around the area.
"I like that name," Johnny said about the horse he was riding, Roach. He smirked as he trotted alongside Reena, still green at riding but already getting a bit of it down. It was a lot easier when he didn't think about it.
He could see a few bonfires far out in the distance nestled within the seemingly never ending forest. It had only been a few days since all hell broke loose, but the idea of other survivors out there still worried the man. It was to early to tell, but he had a feeling things would soon get a lot worse than just the dead coming back to life. People without law and order under intense surviving situations could potentially be the worst kind of problem for them, assuming they didn't lose it themselves. He wondered if anyone was alive back in the city. Here he was, looking for weapons in the wilderness, when in the city he and his crew had an arsenal. If only he thought about it back when it all started, but then of course he might be dead right now if they never came across James.
When he saw Gandalf torn open, he rested his hand on Reena's shoulder to tell her how sorry he was. He personally didn't get choked up about animals dying, but he knew the horse was close to her like family. Though he didn't even hardly know the girl at all, surviving with someone just sort of brought an untold respect. He already felt like he knew Reena and James better than most of his life long friends, the ones that never became anything in life and drugged themselves away. None of it mattered now. He was just glad he never wasted time on getting a real job, how pointless that would of been.
When she told him to follow close, he took it a little to literally. His attention was observing the house, but also listening around, and in doing so he didn't realize Reena was going slower than him and he bumped into her.
"Shit, sorry," he whispered.
He continued looking for the weapons, searching room to room. He didn't find them, but he did spot an acoustic guitar by a stand. He instinctfully picked it up and strapped it around to his back. Assuming these were the end days, he figured there would be quite a lot of time to kill between now and whenever it happened. Just as he was going back to find Reena, he spotted headlights coming up from the outside. They were far enough away to maybe be going somewhere else, but if they were coming here then it meant bad news.
"Reena," Johnny whispered a bit louder. "Someones coming."
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Raven spent her day until sundown tending to the chickens and cows. James taught her what she needed to know, and within a few hours of work she almost forgot about the threat of everything around the farm. It was hard work, but the kind of work she enjoyed. As a former hairstylist, it felt good to get her hands dirty again. Granted it was a completely different and worse kind of dirty, but she didn't much mind the change.
"James!" Raven yelled. "I think if things go back to the way they were, I might stay out in a place like this. I'm a city girl, but I never realized how much I'd like this!"
Dallen revealed himself from the top of the barn, a 30 ot 6 strapped around one shoulder. He had a view of the entire downhill plains and forests, enjoying the scenery as the sun faded from the sky.
"They back yet?" Dallen asked Raven.
"You're the one watching everything, you don't know?"
Dallen sighed.
"Have you even slept yet?" Raven asked. "Wanna help us with the cows?"
"No," he grunted, then went back to his post.
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"Not dead!!" Ethan shouted, unsure as if the woman was about to smash his brains in as well. His hands were up defensively as he looked up at his savior. Blood from the creature covered his face and it didn't stop pouring out from the thing's broken in head.
Ethan brought himself up and attempted to wipe the blood off with his jacket, spitting to the ground in the process. He picked up the dead one and chucked it out onto level ground, then climbed out himself. He then dragged the dead one's body and tossed it in the river, watching it slowly get pushed down and away before he ackowledged the girl again.
"Thank you," he said, breathing slightly hard from both the physical pressure and the adrenaline. "I'm not bit, you can put the stick down."
He walked by her and went for his wife's corpse, dragging it back to the hole. Once she was in, he got out and started tossing in dirt to cover her up. As he did, he realized the uncomfortableness of the situation, and so he turned to the girl again.
"I'm sorry, I'm Ethan," he said, leaning against the shovel upright. "I owe you my life. But before I get to that, I have this to do."
He started covering the grave again. He wanted this to be done alone, but it was hard to say that to someone who literally just saved you from getting your flesh torn off. Without asking her anything else, he felt compelled to talk about his wife.
"She, uh, she deserved better than this," he said. "She's the mother of my children. Heh, I remember when we first met. We're both teachers at Valley Graves High, by the way." He could almost tell that this stranger could care less, but he cleared his throat and continued on anyway. "My first day, she showed me around the school at lunch time. I found out later that she didn't have to do that, she just liked me so she did. I remember tripping on a chord in the break room and spilling apple juice all over her new clothes. Heh heh. I tried to clean her shirt with a towel, but all the ladies in the room kept telling me to stop because we're not allowed to touch women there. I never would have imagined she would be the one. Anyway, like I said, I have to finish this."
He continued to put dirt over the grave.
"You from around here?"
He could see a few bonfires far out in the distance nestled within the seemingly never ending forest. It had only been a few days since all hell broke loose, but the idea of other survivors out there still worried the man. It was to early to tell, but he had a feeling things would soon get a lot worse than just the dead coming back to life. People without law and order under intense surviving situations could potentially be the worst kind of problem for them, assuming they didn't lose it themselves. He wondered if anyone was alive back in the city. Here he was, looking for weapons in the wilderness, when in the city he and his crew had an arsenal. If only he thought about it back when it all started, but then of course he might be dead right now if they never came across James.
When he saw Gandalf torn open, he rested his hand on Reena's shoulder to tell her how sorry he was. He personally didn't get choked up about animals dying, but he knew the horse was close to her like family. Though he didn't even hardly know the girl at all, surviving with someone just sort of brought an untold respect. He already felt like he knew Reena and James better than most of his life long friends, the ones that never became anything in life and drugged themselves away. None of it mattered now. He was just glad he never wasted time on getting a real job, how pointless that would of been.
When she told him to follow close, he took it a little to literally. His attention was observing the house, but also listening around, and in doing so he didn't realize Reena was going slower than him and he bumped into her.
"Shit, sorry," he whispered.
He continued looking for the weapons, searching room to room. He didn't find them, but he did spot an acoustic guitar by a stand. He instinctfully picked it up and strapped it around to his back. Assuming these were the end days, he figured there would be quite a lot of time to kill between now and whenever it happened. Just as he was going back to find Reena, he spotted headlights coming up from the outside. They were far enough away to maybe be going somewhere else, but if they were coming here then it meant bad news.
"Reena," Johnny whispered a bit louder. "Someones coming."
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Raven spent her day until sundown tending to the chickens and cows. James taught her what she needed to know, and within a few hours of work she almost forgot about the threat of everything around the farm. It was hard work, but the kind of work she enjoyed. As a former hairstylist, it felt good to get her hands dirty again. Granted it was a completely different and worse kind of dirty, but she didn't much mind the change.
"James!" Raven yelled. "I think if things go back to the way they were, I might stay out in a place like this. I'm a city girl, but I never realized how much I'd like this!"
Dallen revealed himself from the top of the barn, a 30 ot 6 strapped around one shoulder. He had a view of the entire downhill plains and forests, enjoying the scenery as the sun faded from the sky.
"They back yet?" Dallen asked Raven.
"You're the one watching everything, you don't know?"
Dallen sighed.
"Have you even slept yet?" Raven asked. "Wanna help us with the cows?"
"No," he grunted, then went back to his post.
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"Not dead!!" Ethan shouted, unsure as if the woman was about to smash his brains in as well. His hands were up defensively as he looked up at his savior. Blood from the creature covered his face and it didn't stop pouring out from the thing's broken in head.
Ethan brought himself up and attempted to wipe the blood off with his jacket, spitting to the ground in the process. He picked up the dead one and chucked it out onto level ground, then climbed out himself. He then dragged the dead one's body and tossed it in the river, watching it slowly get pushed down and away before he ackowledged the girl again.
"Thank you," he said, breathing slightly hard from both the physical pressure and the adrenaline. "I'm not bit, you can put the stick down."
He walked by her and went for his wife's corpse, dragging it back to the hole. Once she was in, he got out and started tossing in dirt to cover her up. As he did, he realized the uncomfortableness of the situation, and so he turned to the girl again.
"I'm sorry, I'm Ethan," he said, leaning against the shovel upright. "I owe you my life. But before I get to that, I have this to do."
He started covering the grave again. He wanted this to be done alone, but it was hard to say that to someone who literally just saved you from getting your flesh torn off. Without asking her anything else, he felt compelled to talk about his wife.
"She, uh, she deserved better than this," he said. "She's the mother of my children. Heh, I remember when we first met. We're both teachers at Valley Graves High, by the way." He could almost tell that this stranger could care less, but he cleared his throat and continued on anyway. "My first day, she showed me around the school at lunch time. I found out later that she didn't have to do that, she just liked me so she did. I remember tripping on a chord in the break room and spilling apple juice all over her new clothes. Heh heh. I tried to clean her shirt with a towel, but all the ladies in the room kept telling me to stop because we're not allowed to touch women there. I never would have imagined she would be the one. Anyway, like I said, I have to finish this."
He continued to put dirt over the grave.
"You from around here?"
lol I said a week but only went to the next day. My bad.
The day turned to the late hours of night, as all around the farmhouse remained calm and still. Johnny and Reena were out on their run while the others waited patiently for an attack that would not come. Weariness took to most of them, save for Dallen who still remained in the barn overlooking the area. Ethan waited until after midnight, then he crept out along the haystacks and wooden fences until he was back out in the woods.
Day 3 since the outbreak:
The high school teacher dressed warm, wearing a large overcoat with a hood, and wielding a hatchet and a handgun at either side of his waist. On his back he carried a long shovel, as he intended to bury his wife so he could move on. He traveled slow and quiet, remaining as aware as he could to the sounds surrounding him.
He reached the fire department building a few hours later, which was now clear of all life and undead at the moment. He made his way to the roof and took a deep breath, then looked at his wife's body. Tears swelled his eyes, and he sat there for hours more, crying and remembering her the best he could. Finally, as the sun began to rise just beyond the mountains, he was ready to do what he came to do.
He covered her in sheets from the station, then carried her down and out into the woods. He walked straight until he reached a small river, then continued until he found a suitable area. Gently laying her down, he started digging up the dirt. The soft soothing sound of the water crashing against the rocks was all he could hear as his thoughts stayed on his family. He didn't hear the twigs snapping just behind him, nor the slight groan of the walker approaching. Only when it was a few feet behind him, ready to tear into his flesh, did he look up to see someone down the riverbed. A woman, red haired, and alive.
Ethan raised an eyebrow and squinted to make sure he saw correctly. A second later he heard the step behind him, as he turned and was met face to face with a decayed walker lunging forward. It grappled him, and together the two fell into the grave hole he had been digging. His back slammed against the dirt, while his arms stayed firm and upright, barely holding the creature away. It snapped its jaws just inches from his face, as panic overcame the high school teacher. He desperately tried to grab his fallen hatchet, but the constant pressure from the undead on top of him made it nearly impossible.
Day 3 since the outbreak:
The high school teacher dressed warm, wearing a large overcoat with a hood, and wielding a hatchet and a handgun at either side of his waist. On his back he carried a long shovel, as he intended to bury his wife so he could move on. He traveled slow and quiet, remaining as aware as he could to the sounds surrounding him.
He reached the fire department building a few hours later, which was now clear of all life and undead at the moment. He made his way to the roof and took a deep breath, then looked at his wife's body. Tears swelled his eyes, and he sat there for hours more, crying and remembering her the best he could. Finally, as the sun began to rise just beyond the mountains, he was ready to do what he came to do.
He covered her in sheets from the station, then carried her down and out into the woods. He walked straight until he reached a small river, then continued until he found a suitable area. Gently laying her down, he started digging up the dirt. The soft soothing sound of the water crashing against the rocks was all he could hear as his thoughts stayed on his family. He didn't hear the twigs snapping just behind him, nor the slight groan of the walker approaching. Only when it was a few feet behind him, ready to tear into his flesh, did he look up to see someone down the riverbed. A woman, red haired, and alive.
Ethan raised an eyebrow and squinted to make sure he saw correctly. A second later he heard the step behind him, as he turned and was met face to face with a decayed walker lunging forward. It grappled him, and together the two fell into the grave hole he had been digging. His back slammed against the dirt, while his arms stayed firm and upright, barely holding the creature away. It snapped its jaws just inches from his face, as panic overcame the high school teacher. He desperately tried to grab his fallen hatchet, but the constant pressure from the undead on top of him made it nearly impossible.
Yeah, shes good. Also, there might be another friend of mine joining (a little later in the story) that will probably come in and kill a bunch of our crew. He can be our first bad guy. Anyway, I'm gonna move us a little later in the apocalypse, say a week or so...cause we're still only on day 2 lmao. Be posting soon.
I'm going to be extremely busy for the next week so no need to wait on me, I'd just be drunk at the local tavern anyway. Feel free to npc me drunk at said bar, you arrrrr welcome to it. Ok that was lame, I'd edit that out but I already wrote it and I hate this phone. Cheers!
Ethan couldn't touch the food. He simply sat at the window of the room and stared out, holding his firearm in his hand. His whole world had crashed down. He kept staring back and forth from his weapon to the window. There was nothing left to live for, but he still couldn't end his own life just yet. He had to go back and find his wife's body, then bury her. Only then would everything he felt he needed to do would be complete. He waited for the others to figure out what they were going to do, not quite sure yet what exactly he intended to do himself. All he knew was he had to bury her.
"Yeah that guy was a douche," Johnny added. "I'll go with you."
"Back when I saw that horde in the quarry, I noticed they had tents set up," Dallen spoke. "Medical tents, food rations, and maybe even some weapons as well. I'll go back there in the jeep, pick up what I can."
"What?" Raven jumped in. "You're all leaving us again? You just got back! And now there's some assholes that probably kinda most likely are comig back to take this place!! You can't leave me and Alyssa alone with a guy locked up in his room and a kid! Come on!"
"If they do show up again today, it'll be after dark," Dallen assured her.
"How the hell would you know that!?" Raven spat.
"Just a hunch, though they probably won't come back for a few days," Dallen said.
"Yeah, hello?? Still not staying here alone without protection!"
"James is legit protection," Johnny added in. He put a fist out for a fistbump toward the kid.
"Fine, I'll stay," Dallen said. "Johnny, you guys wanna go to the quarry afterward?"
"Not particularly," Johnny said, then gave a shrug. "If we find the time. Otherwise, lets just make that a tomorrow thing. Everyone out there's dead, as you said..."
"Those people that weren't letting anyone in back at the gates," Raven started. "They can't all be dead or creeps, right? Maybe they're held up as a group somewhere out there to. Reena said she didn't know the guys that came here, but she knows the ones from the gates. If you find them, maybe we can get them on our side. More people, better chance of survival? Well, unless you're Bear Grylls, he's better on his own....I wonder if he's alive right now."
"Yeah, we'll see," Johnny said, not liking the idea very much. "Alright, lets roll."
He picked out an ar-15, one of the rifles Dallen brought back from the helicopter, and reloaded his glock. He took one of the many knifes that were lain across the table and followed Reena.
"I'll be on watch until you get back," Dallen said. "The rest of you...if you hear shooting, come help me."
"Yeah that guy was a douche," Johnny added. "I'll go with you."
"Back when I saw that horde in the quarry, I noticed they had tents set up," Dallen spoke. "Medical tents, food rations, and maybe even some weapons as well. I'll go back there in the jeep, pick up what I can."
"What?" Raven jumped in. "You're all leaving us again? You just got back! And now there's some assholes that probably kinda most likely are comig back to take this place!! You can't leave me and Alyssa alone with a guy locked up in his room and a kid! Come on!"
"If they do show up again today, it'll be after dark," Dallen assured her.
"How the hell would you know that!?" Raven spat.
"Just a hunch, though they probably won't come back for a few days," Dallen said.
"Yeah, hello?? Still not staying here alone without protection!"
"James is legit protection," Johnny added in. He put a fist out for a fistbump toward the kid.
"Fine, I'll stay," Dallen said. "Johnny, you guys wanna go to the quarry afterward?"
"Not particularly," Johnny said, then gave a shrug. "If we find the time. Otherwise, lets just make that a tomorrow thing. Everyone out there's dead, as you said..."
"Those people that weren't letting anyone in back at the gates," Raven started. "They can't all be dead or creeps, right? Maybe they're held up as a group somewhere out there to. Reena said she didn't know the guys that came here, but she knows the ones from the gates. If you find them, maybe we can get them on our side. More people, better chance of survival? Well, unless you're Bear Grylls, he's better on his own....I wonder if he's alive right now."
"Yeah, we'll see," Johnny said, not liking the idea very much. "Alright, lets roll."
He picked out an ar-15, one of the rifles Dallen brought back from the helicopter, and reloaded his glock. He took one of the many knifes that were lain across the table and followed Reena.
"I'll be on watch until you get back," Dallen said. "The rest of you...if you hear shooting, come help me."
Just tape a sparkler on a sword and dalious will be content. Lol
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