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The Walking Dead - Northwards

Once the horn had gone off, a group of people emerged from the cabins. It was worse than Aaron had thought, not one or two people, but more. "Shit" he said under his breath, watching as they curiously closed in on his location. If they came any closer to the truck, they would surely have noticed him. It was an all around bad situation at this point. A quick sprint to the forest was out of question, and waiting was out of the question. That left two options, try and find a better spot to hide or fight. The latter being the least appealing of the two. Luckily there was a large divot in the ground that looked like it would shelter Aaron's figure from the prying eyes of the truck's owners. He waited for the opportune moment, and then sprung into action. Well, rolled. Aaron rolled and crawled his way into the small crease in the ground, and then waited. Once they circled the truck, they would easily be able to follow his tracks. So he hoped they would not do that.

At this point in the night Aaron was sweaty, cold, and muddy all at the same time. Stress was weighing on his brain as he watched the people examine the truck and the area around it. There were some words said, Aaron could hear the voices but the words themselves were muffled. One of the figures disappeared back towards the cabin. Thank God Aaron thought, thinking that they were done trying to find the cause of the horn. Aaron's knuckles were white at this point. He was gripped onto his rifle to the point where his fingers were beginning to ache. The pistol was in the holster but unstrapped, if it came down to that. Every breath he took was heavy but also forced to be silent. Aaron was trying to control himself as to not give his hiding place away.

Out of the corner of his eye, Aaron caught a glimpse of something moving towards him. The way it moved, gave away that it was not a walker, but a person. They were coming in at an angle that would allow them to see Aaron in a few more steps. There was no where to run, he would be forced to engage them. Aaron raised his rifle, placing the stock against his shoulder, and took aim. He waited, and waited. The person finally came into better view, no doubt they would have been able to see him at this point. "One more step and I'll take your head off" he said, in a cold tone.

The Walking Dead - Northwards

Sorry for the delay. Working on my post now.

The Walking Dead - Northwards

Someone has to step up haha.

The Walking Dead - Northwards

reganza said
Whos truck did you rob there is two.

Neros I believe.

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A large droplet of rain plopped onto Aaron's forehead, followed by many more. The backpack had shifted over and exposed his face, thus waking him up. "Son of a bitch" he said aloud. It was at that moment that he quickly covered his mouth with his hand, remembering where he was. It was still dark out and still raining. That meant that no significant amount of time had passed. What felt like a few hours of sleep, was in reality only a few minutes. The rest that Aaron had gotten at the van earlier had definitely helped him, as did his quick "power nap". Aaron slowly peaked his head out over the brush to view the cabins. The vehicles were empty. No one was in sight. He had not been awoken by gunshots or screaming, so Aaron figured they had gone in and fallen asleep.

Now Aaron did not usually resort to thievery, in fact, he was (at one time) training to be a lawman. Circumstances had changed however, and now he was forced to scavenge and rob to stay alive. Aaron did not have to look into his pack to take inventory, he was well aware of what he had and what he did not have. Food was the main supply that was running dry. Over the course of his journey through the forest, and his time in Oakville, he had depleted much of his resources. With the owners of the vehicles stowed away inside the cabins, Aaron felt that now would be the perfect time to have a look through their transport and see if they had left behind their bags.

Using the darkness and foliage as cover for his figure, and the rainfall for any noise, Aaron rose from his position on the outskirts of the grounds and made his way towards the vehicles. Every step was precise and slow. Any excess noise was avoided, for the most part. About every six steps, he would hit a small branch which would slowly crackle beneath his foot. And as the noise would sound, Aaron would stop and raise his rifle; just waiting. As he approached, Aaron brought the stock of his rifle to his shoulder. The barrel would be the first to appear out of the treeline, followed by the dark figure wielding it. He was in a crouch, but still agile. Once he was clear of the treeline completely, Aaron moved faster. There were less branches and other rubble on the ground to make noise.

With the glove still shielding his hand, Aaron slowly reached towards the handle of the truck. It was unlocked. Making sure to pull slowly, Aaron opened the door and crept into the cabin of the truck. There were some belongings in the truck still. Aaron would take about a minute to search each of them, and then take what he needed. The problem was, he did not know how much time he had. Aaron experienced a lapse in judgement as he extended his body across the driver's seat and over to the passengers. He felt his footing on the edge of the truck slip and shot his arm out to grab something. The only thing to prop himself up against was the steering wheel, more specifically, the horn. A chill shot down Aaron's spine as he heard the horn. In an instant, he was out of the truck (leaving the door open). The treeline was not close enough to get to. Surely the owner would see him before he was out of sight. The only other option was to hide behind the truck and pray that no one searched too hard. Mud kicked up as he made his way around the front of the truck.

The truck was angled so that one side faced the cabins and the other side faced the distant treeline. Aaron gripped his weapon and peered over the hood of the truck. Seconds felt like minutes. A sweat had broken out on his forehead. He could hear sounds, he knew someone was going to come out. Aaron's rifle was loaded and ready for action, but it's purpose was not slaying the living. But he knew that the situation could be life or death, and he hoped he would have it in him to make the right decision. Another error in Aaron's judgement, one that he was not aware of, was his position. His body may have been hidden by the truck, but the moon was behind him. If any moonlight breached the storm clouds, or an unfortunate flash of lightning was to break the darkness, Aaron would be surely spotted. A keen eye and a flashlight would also spot him without too much trouble.

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Working on it. I'm hoping the two of you (or any of you for that matter) will still be posting briefly tonight.

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Would you like me to figure a way to get Aaron into the mix? I have a pretty good one in mind.

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Then I guess Aaron's shit outta luck... lol.

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If a gun goes off or someone stumbles across him while he is sleeping, then he can get involved sooner.

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It was dark and cold. Rain had blanketed the ground, turning dirt into mud. Every step that Aaron took left a print behind him. The only things trying to find him these days were walkers however, so he was not all too worried about being tracked. When the rain began to fall, and night arrived, Aaron put his wool coat on. His hands were kept warm by the gloves as they wrapped around his sidearm. The black ski mask was pulled down and the bottom was tucked into his collar. For the most part, he was warm. While Aaron had been resting in the van, he came to the conclusion that waiting on the highway was a bad idea. Any number of things could ruin his day, two things namely. A group of marauders or a herd. Highways and freeways were the easiest options for travel, so the two would likely be on them. Hanging around on a highway for too long meant that Aaron would eventually run into some trouble, or at least that is how he saw it. For now, the long road ahead was a one surrounded by trees.

After another grueling hour and a half, Aaron came across something new. At some point in his journey, he had stumbled onto something that he had not come across in a very long time. Other people. Though he was a distance away, the rain could not drown out the noise coming from the engines, or the car doors shutting. Hell, he could even make out a faint voice. There were many ways for Aaron to approach the situation, but he figured that not approaching was his best option. With the rain and darkness obstructing his view, Aaron would definitely have trouble determining the approximate number of people in the area. There could have been two or twenty, he just simply did not know. After thinking about it for a few minutes, Aaron came to the conclusion that he would wait until morning had arrived, gather some information on the group, and then go from there. For now, he would rest. Aaron moved from where he was crouched over, to a fallen tree. It was propped up against another fallen tree which was being semi-held by a third tree. The leaves and trunks offered some shelter from the rain, but Aaron moved his backpack to cover his face. Within a few minutes he had fallen asleep.