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Jul 24, 2014 1:47:42 GMT -6
Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:47:42 GMT -6
April 10th, 2026, early morning_________________________
Tueor: Latin. Verb. 1. see; look at 2. protect, watch 3. uphold _________________________
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Tueor
Jul 24, 2014 2:02:17 GMT -6
Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 2:02:17 GMT -6
zykrinnox: Conrad frowned. He had believed everything would be alright once already, a long time ago. It wasn't alright, but he knew Rick had a point. Spending all your time worrying about if things are going to be alright or not is counterproductive. It merely lengthened the amount of time you spent upset about the thing in question, and that wasn't something that sounded fun to him. When he felt the punch, he flinched but smiled shortly after when he looked over to see Rick's expression. How long had it even been since he last smiled? Days? Weeks? Months? He wasn't sure, but he couldn't help but notice how foreign it felt on his face, like speaking a language you vaguely remembered but couldn't quite form sentences with correctly.
"Yeah," he said, wrenching his eyes back to the road so he could drive. "Food, water, clothes. Remember what it was like to not have to worry about that? And yet here we are, wishing we had the time to worry about it." He chuckled half-heartedly as he turned onto a familiar freeway. Familiar was good.
CommanderStarseed: "Ugh, dun' remind me!" Rick complained, though he had a joking tone to his voice. He threw his hands up above his head exaggeratedly, the grin not leaving his face. "'Member when ya could treat yerself ta a nice home cooked meal, 'steada rations n' flavourless crap?"
He rubbed his chin as he thought about it, missing having a kitchen of his own that he was in charge of keeping full but able to do with whatever he wished. What he would give to whip up a huge stack of home made pancakes right now...
"Ya ever had chocolate chip pancakes, kid?" He pondered, forgetting Conrad's name... which was probably for the best, for the time being, since he was most definitely going to call him 'Connie' instead.
zykrinnox: The rumbling in Conrad's stomach started before he could even answer. He laughed.
"Man, yeah! Mum used to make them all the time when I was a kid. Sometimes I'd eat them with chocolate syrup, but my Pop said that was way too much sugar. Mum let me have it anyway, just after he left for work. Didn't leave much time before the bus came." He was lost in his thoughts for a moment, but eventually laughed half-heartedly and said, "That feels like a whole other century, but it was actually like a year ago, wasn't it? Before all this?" He didn't even remember how long ago the outbreak had been. Time didn't mean much when you didn't have school or much of a job or holidays to have the luxury of thinking about.
CommanderStarseed: It startled Rick to realize it had really only been that long since the outbreak started. It seemed so much longer when you spent time running for shelter, fighting whenever you had to, not feeling the hunger eating away at your insides because you have bigger things to worry about. How long had he even spent in the 'safety' of the city before he realized it wasn't safe there either? He wasn't even entirely sure anymore. Days seemed to blend together when the future seemed so bleak.
And now here he was. Supposed to be the cure for mankind - or so some people seemed to think. He was just immune. It didn't make any sense to him, why he of all people ended up this way. But here he was.
He stared at Conrad out of the corner of his green eyes, creases forming at the edges from the sudden tension the mention of time brought to him. He rolled his shoulders and playfully punched Conrad in the arm like he had earlier, forcing a smile to his face.
"Yer dad was right, dat was WAY too much sugar fer a kid like you, Con."
He didn't say anything else to address what Conrad had said. There was no point.
"What say I whip us up some pancakes if Frown Brow back dere has de ingredients in her place, eh?"
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Jul 24, 2014 2:03:34 GMT -6
Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 2:03:34 GMT -6
zykrinnox: Mid-chuckle at the thought of actually having warm pancakes for breakfast, Conrad stopped. He squinted ahead of them as he went around broken down cars and wrecks that were even more plentiful in this area and then glanced in the rearview mirror at Lorna. She was still out and something wasn't right about this stretch of road. He strained his ears and slowed-- biters. They were shambling and groaning and even from this far off, he could hear them. By the way Rick tensed next to him, he could tell he heard them too.
"Th' lights," he said quietly and gruffly. Conrad nodded and pulled to the side of the road before turning the lights and the car completely off.
"Fresh blood," Conrad whispered, pointing a thumb back at Lorna. "If it's just a group passing through we'll be okay, but--" he didn't have to go on. Rick knew what fresh blood meant to walkers. He felt a strong hand he knew must be Rick's guide him down the seat, silently telling him to get down and he obeyed.
CommanderStarseed: 'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...' Rick repeated in his head like a mantra. Once he was sure Conrad was in as safe as a position he could put him in right now, he slid as stealthily as he could into the back seat. The kid had done a pretty good job wiping off blood earlier - at least, she didn't have much on her exposed skin anymore, anyway. Inspecting her shirt and vest, however, revealed a purple sleeve almost entirely soaked with blood, as well as a couple stains on her vest.
He undid the clips at the front of her vest, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. Once that was removed, he didn't really have much of a choice but to make some noise as he ripped as much of the bloodstained sleeve of her shirt off as he could. Lorna was still left with some stains around the shoulder, but there wasn't much more he could do. He hoped it would be enough.
Sliding out of the car this time, he moved to the driver's side door and managed to catch Conrad's eye to silently communicate with him. Rick was 90% positive the kid hadn't actually understood what he was trying to get at, from the way Conrad's eyes widened as Rick turned away from him and headed away from the car in the direction of the shamblers.
Keeping relatively out of sight, Rick ducked between abandoned cars and into other hiding spots. When he felt he was far enough away from the jeep - still within sight, but far enough away to look completely unrelated - he looked down at himself and almost wanted to burst out laughing. Why did he wear a white shirt into the apocalypse? He was an idiot for sure. The entire right sleeve from the collar down, and having spread a stain onto his chest and side was blood red, and actually sticking to his skin now that he took the time to notice it. He pulled the shirt off and chucked it into the trees, where it managed to catch on some low hanging branches and started wafting in the breeze. If that didn't smell like zombie bait, he didn't know what did. Luckily, the zombies would be disappointed to find nothing but some tattered clothing.
Leaving Lorna's bloody torn off sleeve on the road, he started moving in (what he hoped) was a wide arch around the group of walkers. He could hear them clearer now, their groans and shuffling making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Didn't really matter if he was immune, the sound still got to him. He debated dropping Lorna's vest, but feeling the weight of various items in the pockets, decided it was likely going to come in handy someday, so he wrapped it around the crook of his arm instead and kept it tucked closely to his side.
Travelling more in the woods on the side of the road now than on the road itself, Rick froze like a deer in the headlights when he spotted movement through the branches in the middle of the road.
It was one of them.
It was by itself, which would make it an easy target. But Rick didn't really have any means of taking it down quietly - he was in the charge in, yelling and screaming, kind of guy, and start swinging his bat and beating things in until everything stopped moving. Even if he DIDN'T holler as he did it, it would still certainly make a lot of noise.
'Fuck. What I wouldn't give fer a goddamn crossbrow...'
Seeing the thing turn its head in his direction - undoubtably smelling the faint scent of blood off to its side none of its further ahead brethren were headed for - Rick griped the handle of one of his bats and braced himself. He only had a couple seconds to decide what to do, and none of them seemed particularly appealing.
Dashing out of the woods, he swung his bat into the back of the zombie's legs. Such a move would even have a normal person falling to the ground in agony, and this particular walker's decrepit state had the bones in its legs splintering outwards as it collapsed like an accordion. Not wasting any time, Rick flipped his bat down so the entire blunt end of it was facing the zombie's rotten face, and he shoved downwards with both hands. It sunk in like a knife into peanut butter, and it was over without any additional noise besides the disgust SPLURCH of its skull giving in.
Satisfied and eager to get out of this situation, Rick scrambled back into the woods and hid, waiting for any indication the other zombies had heard anything. After a few minutes of muted silence and his own halted breathing, Rick let out a silent, relieved sigh and continued his circle. He looped around until he came across his own bloody shirt again. It had been pulled out of the tree, quite obviously, but with no meat in sight, it was left on the ground. There was really no point in picking it back up, so he headed back to the jeep shirtless.
A terrified, but relieved-looking, Conrad raised his head just enough to greet Rick from the front seat. Rick ruffled his hair and nodded, indicating he could get back up as he climbed into the passenger seat.
"Where's your shirt?"
"Don't ask." He grunted, but put his hand over the keys in the ignition, indicating not to turn the jeep back on quite yet, just in case.
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Jul 24, 2014 2:04:31 GMT -6
Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 2:04:31 GMT -6
zykrinnox: Conrad put the thought out of his mind for the time being and took off his outer jacket. It was too big for him, probably not big enough for Rick, but it would work in the event of the temperature dropping (considering it was night, it was a good possibility). He tossed it at him, still having several layers on himself and therefore not worried about the loss of one layer.
The distant shambling continued for a few minutes, but after a few moments of silence, Conrad looked up at Rick as if to ask if they should be going, but still wary about speaking.
CommanderStarseed: Satisfied they would be safe now, Rick nodded at Conrad and then whispered, "Take it slow."
zykrinnox: Conrad nodded silently and messed with the wiring in the car a little (very carefully, he knew these things could blow up or something), it hummed back to life. They both jerked back and strained their ears to listen, frozen in their spots. It didn't appear to have attracted anything, so Conrad let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding in. Thank God (if there's one left to thank) for the attempt at quiet military vehicles.
After rising a shaking hand, he pulled the lever behind the steering wheel from park to drive, not daring to turn on his lights yet. He squinted in the dark, paying close attention to the bright paint on the road that shined from some seemingly invisible light source. This road had been somewhat newly painted when the outbreak occurred, and all Conrad could do was remember how annoyed he was at the traffic while it was being painted and regret having been. When this paint faded it would be impossible to navigate at night without headlights.
He had to be somewhat obnoxious with his steering, to move around all the cars and occasional body or dead animal, but by the time any lurkers began to follow them, he was homefree.
"Gun it, Connie," Rick hissed under his breath. Conrad obeyed with a slight smile that felt foreign on his face.
"To North Dakota!" he said in a half-tone. "Hope Mein Fuhrer back there wakes up soon. We can scavenge a bit before we hit Bismarck to make sure she has food- though we should probably check her pockets and bag for any sort of food or water, since she seems like the type to have some tastier-than-gruel dehydrated fruit or something on her person. Or at least a filtrator for water." He knew he was babbling now, but it had been a long time since he talked to anyone other than his commanding officer or fellow master sergeants and that was about work without exception. It was bleak talk, and Conrad had been tired of it for far too long. After realizing he was (slightly) making orders out of habit, he stuttered, "O-or, really it's up to you. You're the S-spes after all. And the commander when she's out."
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Jul 24, 2014 2:04:57 GMT -6
Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 2:04:57 GMT -6
CommanderStarseed: Grunting dismissivally, Rick kicked up his legs and put his grimy boots on the dashboard as he began to rifle through Lorna's vest.
"Ain't nobody's commander." Rick answered as he fumbled with the various buttons and zippers and other protective devices to prevent things from falling out of - or being taken out of - the pockets on the vest. "So yer orders'res good as mine. N' ya know more 'bout havin' a plan n' stickin' to it, so le's jus' roll wit' yers."
He shrugged, having undone three pockets at this point but finding nothing presently useful. This vest was a veritable swiss army knife of goodies though, and Rick absolutely knew his memory was not nearly good enough to keep any kind of memory of which pocket contained what item. How the passed out woman in the back did it, he figured could only be explained via witchcraft.
They drove onwards, the hum of the engine and ruffle of the wind almost soothing as opposed to the arrhythmic rummaging of Rick through Lorna's pockets. There was not much comfort to be found though, both of them squinting in the darkness trying to make out anything more than the road directly in front of their path. Conrad was traveling as fast as he could in the darkness, giving himself enough time to avoid obstacles and brace in case of shamblers.
Finally, Rick found something relevant to the situation at hand in the pockets. Pulling out some rations of dried fruit, he gave his driver a silent thumbs up. They hadn't spoken in so long, it seemed strange to break the verbal silence now that it had descended on their midnight drive. Conrad stuck a thumb up over the rim of the steering wheel, not letting go of it. Rick debated between keeping it stashed in the pocket or keeping it somewhere else - but remembering his thoughts earlier about how on earth were you supposed to keep in mind where every item was in every pocket - he ended up deciding to store in the glove compartment instead. Moving his feet off the dash, he popped the compartment open with a tiny click, the minuscule light inside coming on as he did. Conrad made a startled intake of breath through his teeth at this, clearly dismayed at the light that could prove as a beacon to unwanted visitors in the night, but Rick quickly waved him off. He pulled out some papers, shoving them under himself just in case they turned out to be useful once there was more light in the morning they could actually read by, and in their place he put what little food they had for the time being and just as quickly shut the glove box.
Despite his flippant attitude, they both held their breath for a time after Rick had done that. With baited breath, they tried to attune their ears to any sound besides the jeep they were in, the road they were driving over, and the empty blackness surrounding them. There seemed to be nothing... but that didn't decrease their anxiety at all.
However, with nothing else to do, Rick eventually broke the tension by tossing Lorna's vest in the back with her, having done all he could with it now and deeming it unnecessary to hang on to it. For his part, Conrad's shoulders relaxed by exactly one millimeter. Pulling his hat down over his eyes again, Rick leaned back with his hands interlocked together over his bare chest, legs stretched out as much as could be in the cramped jeep. If he was sleeping or remained awake, it was impossible to tell.
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Jul 24, 2014 2:05:37 GMT -6
Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 2:05:37 GMT -6
zykrinnox: Conrad let out a sigh of relief as they discovered no lurkers were on their trail and drove for a long time. He didn't know how long, but he knew that there were even MORE stars than there were before, and there were quite a few before. It was getting easier to see with their lights shining down on them, and though the crescent moon didn't provide much light, it was enough for him to not have to turn on his lights.
He sped over long highways and around cars when he could, and in areas with thicker brush, he slowed down as to not alert any walkers of their presence. After many miles, they came to bigger cities here and there, and Conrad did his best to go around them. These areas were surprisingly quiet. How few encampments were there left?
A large body of water sparkled in the light of the stars on their right as they crossed the border to Illinois, and Conrad just kept driving, unsure if Rick was asleep or just very good at staying still and breathing evenly. He didn't much care either. Sleep began pulling at the edge of his eyes, but he was bound and determined to make it to Chicago by morning. At that point, Rick could probably drive, so it was a safe bet.
Conrad figured it would take roughly 4 hours to get to Chicago from Detroit without traffic getting in the way, but it actually took much less. He was sure it wasn't yet 3 in the morning when they made it to the outskirts of Chicago and it was time to make it past another checkpoint. This one appeared to be stable, but going around would take a long time and they needed provisions. Unsure of what to do, he began making his way around it anyway, with a new goal. Wisconsin by first light. If they could do that, then maybe Lorna had hope.
On his way around, he noticed, tucked back in a small grove of trees, that there was a gas station blocked all the way around by high chain-link fences. It didn't appear to have been touched, and it looked tempting. There was no telling what they could find in there if they could just scale the fence. Now that Conrad thought about it, he was sure that Chicago rarely let anyone leave the settlement, so the last time this place could have been touched was probably months ago- maybe more than six. He nudged his passenger.
"Rick," he said in a hushed tone. "We're about an hour from the Wisconsin border, but check this out." He pointed to the gas station. "Looks pretty promising, doesn't it?"
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Sept 12, 2014 19:07:13 GMT -6
Post by Andy on Sept 12, 2014 19:07:13 GMT -6
Though sleep never came easy, Rick found himself drifting in and out of it. His dreams were disjointed, scrambled pieces of memories and events. Bits and pieces of things that seemed familiar and not. Every once and awhile, he twitched in his sleep, though the aid of the darkness kept this hidden from the man opposite him in the driver's seat.
Concrete, cement, asphalt. Roads and roads and roads. Cracked streets and ruined sidewalks. Walking in the middle of the street, a woman's hand in his. Screaming... screaming, screaming, screaming. He twitched awake from that one, struggling to keep his breathing quiet as he caught it. No. No, no, no, he doesn't think about that anymore. He stared out into the darkness, unsure when his eyes started to droop until they closed again without his consent. As though the previous dream had never ended, the screaming came back but blended in with something else. Changed. Shifted tone. The screams of men. The sound of blood and bone meeting metal and glass. Painful prickling down his back. His back ached in reality and he tensed, waking up again. At least his brain was making quick work of sorting away that memory. Hopefully it would be just as quickly forgotten.
Sleep came again, but he couldn't tell what he dreamed of this time. Something nice. Red hair and soft lips. There was no panic this time. His heart thumped rhythmically and he found it soothing, feeling the blood still pumping beneath his hands over his chest.
'How much longer'm I goin' ta remain alive?'
He felt a nudge against his side and sat up, slightly too fast for his wounded back not to protest. He slowed his ascent and lifted up his hat, eyes attempting to adjust. When he finally could see what Conrad was pointing out, his face broke in a wide, honest grin. If it wasn't the dead of night and he was still mildly anxious of the encroaching darkness, he would've whistled at the beauty of it.
"Looks DAMN promisin', boy!" He said in a cheered whisper, patting Conrad on the back much gentler than he normally would, so as not to make any noise. But at the thought of noise and the moonlight glinting off the chain link fence, Rick narrowed his eyes and considered. "How easy ya think it be ta climb dos without makin' a racket?"
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Sept 12, 2014 20:41:55 GMT -6
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Post by ashestoApples on Sept 12, 2014 20:41:55 GMT -6
"Hmm.." Conrad thought hard before his face lit up and he hopped out of the car. "I'll be right back. Check on the Fuhrer."
He scrambled away around the side through sense brush and other plants and cocked his gun just in case. When he got to the back he found a tree growing in front of the entrance-- an entrance! He knew it! It was wedged stuck, but with a few careful bends he could wiggle his way through. He didn't think his days working at a similar gas station would pay off but here they were.
Yeah, Rick could never make it through that way... He edged his way around the perimeter until he found the latch that was keeping him from getting the car in and looked around before giving it a solid kick. Well, that didn't work. What he wouldn't do for Rick's muscle right now. He backed up and ran up to it to deliver a more powerful kick and that jimmied it enough to enable him to wrench it apart with this hands. He scratched his hands up, but that was a small price to pay for what they were probably about to find!
He kicked the door open and moved it forward so he could run back around to Rick.
"Hey! I found something on the side!"
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Sept 12, 2014 20:56:02 GMT -6
Post by Andy on Sept 12, 2014 20:56:02 GMT -6
Surprised at the kid's gusto, Rick could do little beyond what he was told, and gave a thumbs up to Conrad's already retreating back as he climbed out of the front seat to go investigate the back seat.
Lorna was still out, her chest rising and falling steadily. He could think of very few things to look for, if he was supposed to notice any bad signs. He hovered over her awkwardly, his cheek and ear above her mouth to check on her breathing. Uh, seemed normal, he supposed? He leaned back and gingerly lifted up one of her hands, removing a glove briefly to check on her fingernails. He carefully pinched one, watching her face. There was no reaction, but colour flooded back into her nail like normal once he let up, and he figured that good enough. He was in the process of pulling her glove back on just as he heard Conrad coming back. To his relief, the younger male didn't sound at all panicked or like he'd found anything worrisome.
Climbing out of the jeep backwards, Rick landed on his heels and held onto the side of the vehicle as he dangled backwards to look at Conrad. He certainly seemed upbeat about whatever he'd found. Letting go of the jeep, Rick strode over while shoving his hands in his jean pockets.
"A'ight, so what'd ya find?" He asked, following the kid to where he had indicated.
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Sept 12, 2014 21:10:00 GMT -6
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Post by ashestoApples on Sept 12, 2014 21:10:00 GMT -6
"Here we go!" he said brightly, opening the side entrance a little wider to allow Rick entrance. "Now I just hope we don't have to break a window to get in, but I guess if we do you can take care of it, huh?"
As he said this, they approached the front door and found that the sliding doors worked, but they only opened about a foot wide. At Rick's 'yeah, right,' look at Conrad he nodded and wedged his way in to clear away whatever was blocking the way. It was with some difficulty that he cleared everything and it was to no avail, because the doors didn't open any wider.
With a groan, he tried to push it open, but after moving an inch on both sides it didn't open anymore.
"Rick?" he asked. He was plenty strong! Probably! But Rick was a whole other level, for real.
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Sept 17, 2014 14:54:48 GMT -6
Post by Andy on Sept 17, 2014 14:54:48 GMT -6
Surprised as the kid's ingenuity, Rick joined him in the path Conrad had cleared for the two of them and nodded at the prospect of smashing open a window. He patted the handle of one of the bats at his hips, grinning.
"Can most def'nitely do dat." He snickered.
Walking side by side, the duo approached to entrance only for it to... barely open. Rick slumped his shoulders and drooped his eyebrows, giving Conrad an unimpressed stare as the younger male gave him a 'Maybe you'll fit?' look. Yeah, no. Not happening. He rubbed the back of his neck and waited as Conrad cleared the way, but when it proved fruitless, Rick sighed loudly and approached the doors.
"Stand back." He gestured, waiting until Conrad was safely out of the way before removing the aluminum bat from his belt. Before Conrad could do more than widen his eyes in shock, Rick swung the bat forcefully into one of the doors. The glass shattered and sent pieces clattering loudly to the floor of the store, some of them getting too close for comfort to the young male despite his distance from them. Ignorant of the noise (or maybe just ignoring it, figuring the two of them could handle any potential threats), Rick held the bat at a downwards angle, clearing more glass from the door until it was clear enough for him to step through.
Conrad was frantically looking around, seeing if anything - or anyone - was emerging from the shadows after all the mayhem Rick had generated. He hadn't spotted anything, but he shot a quick glare at Rick regardless. At this look, Rick reached backwards, grabbing the doors with both hands and forcefully shoving them open. More accurately, the one he had already broken proved lighter than expected, and the action jarred it right off its track and it fell awkwardly, partially still hanging on.
"You broke it!" Conrad grumbled. "What if we needed to close it behind us?"
Rick ruffled his hair forcefully, shooting him a delighted grin. "Was already broken!"
Striding past Conrad, Rick headed further into the store. Despite his bravado, he kept his senses on alert, eyes scoping the perimeter all around them and ears atune to any unusual noises.
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Sept 17, 2014 15:20:23 GMT -6
Post by ashestoApples on Sept 17, 2014 15:20:23 GMT -6
"Holy shit," Conrad breathed, looking around. It was dark, but he was very extra sure there was a shitload of things they could actually use here. Were those hoards of canned goods???
"Holy shit," he said again, this time looking over at Rick. It must have been one of the very few and far between places that was only looted for its valuables. The TV that had been on the wall was gone, wires sticking out precariously behind it where it had been hooked up to cable, and there was some money sticking out of an ATM. There were a few other remnants of valuable items, but even the cash register was still upfront- not that money was helpful now. Conrad crossed the room to the front where he found a bunch of paper bags and plastic bags behind the counter.
"Paper or plastic?" he called behind him, a smile widening on his face.
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For the dead, noise invariably meant food.
Quite a ways out, a walker had lazily turned its head toward the convenience store. He picked himself up- or what was left of him, anyway, and shambled toward a small group of the dead that had also heard the noise.
Inside, Conrad and Rick couldn't hear them. They had a while before they'd be in danger. Lorna shifted barely in the back of the jeep, slowly coming to.
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Sept 18, 2014 14:30:33 GMT -6
Post by Andy on Sept 18, 2014 14:30:33 GMT -6
His mouth falling open in amazement, Rick put a hand on either side of his head and looked at all the GOODIES they now had to find a way to cram into their jeep and still have room for themselves.
"Holy shit!" He said in agreement, "Both! All'a de bags! It don't matt'r! Jus' bag it all!" He laughed uproariously, sprinting towards the counter and bolting over it with one hand. He grabbed a bag, hopped back over (with a little more difficulty, since this time he didn't take a run at it), and headed for the nearest shelf full of cans. At first, he pick and chose what sounded the best, but after he had already filled three bags and barely made a dent in the supplies, he decided to hell with it and just started sweeping entire sleeves into bags at a time.
Conrad had grabbed several bags at once before he got started, and he was still filling up his while Rick never seemed to make the connection between grabbing more than one bag at a time as he was forced to head back and forth between the shelves and the bagging area. After filling up another bag, he leaned back a moment and stretched, his back giving off several loud pops before he called out to Conrad.
"M'gonna take summa dese out ta de car!" He yelled over the noise, which Conrad only momentarily paused just to nod at him. Picking up as many bags as he could carry without risking the handles ripping, Rick strode over the broken glass from earlier, making several crunching noises as he did. Outside, it was quieter, but because of the damage he had done to the door, the sounds of rummaging inside were still audible. Feeling tense, Rick strode to the car, trying to prevent his boots from making any additional noise as he struggled to put the bags in the jeep.
Now that he was further away from the store, the sound of Conrad grabbing more cans inside was replaced with... was that just his paranoid imaginary, or could Rick swear he heard the distant sound of shamblers? Holding his breath, he could feel his heartbeat in his ears. A sudden stinging pain shot to his forehead, and he leaned forward as a wave of dizziness came with it. The dizziness passed, but in its place he felt something hot and sticky on his forehead, like earlier. Reaching up and under his hat, he felt wetness and pulled away his fingers to reveal the same incredibly dark blood (was it even blood? It smelled terrible) from earlier.
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Sept 18, 2014 14:52:55 GMT -6
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Post by ashestoApples on Sept 18, 2014 14:52:55 GMT -6
Lorna sat up in an instant, only to regret it a second later. Her head was pounding and she felt dizzy. Had she seriously passed out?
"Oh my god," she said weakly before looking around. There was no way she passed out from blood loss- she hadn't lost THAT much blood. She knew better- she hadn't been eating much of anything for the past two weeks. That was more likely what had happened. She thought she was training herself to not need as much, but evidently she had just been being goddamn stupid.
"Rick?" she croaked. Looking around, it was pretty easy for her to put together what they'd done- they were probably picking apart this promising gas station. Holding her head, she hopped over the side of the car, landed on her feet and teetered before clutching the door for support. Her foot was screaming in pain. All at once though, she forgot about those things- there were biters nearby. She could hear them. Adrenaline high, she was able to ignore her aches and pains for long enough to reach into the car, feet dangling off the ground, to find the knife that had been in her boot and a clip to re-load her gun.
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Sept 19, 2014 13:06:27 GMT -6
Post by Andy on Sept 19, 2014 13:06:27 GMT -6
"Lorna." Rick breathed, having recovered and come around the car to find her dangling out of it. "Shouldn't be on yer feet." Without warning, he grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her into his chest, carrying her in his arms as he ran back towards the convenience store. Based on her own reaction, and the fact the sounds were definitely getting louder and closer, Rick knew it hadn't been his imagination. Even if the ooze starting its descent down his face seemed to have already been a confirmation of that, he ignored it just like earlier, focusing on the task at hand.
Bolting through the open doors, the two adults met the pale face of their younger compatriot, clearly having become aware of the sounds surrounding them now, too.
"Conrad," Rick started to say, pausing just long enough to lower the aggravated Lorna to her feet. He kept a hand hovering near her side, just in case she looked like tipping over again. "We've gotta problem."
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