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Post by Vulcanus on May 11, 2015 17:38:08 GMT -6
Gil noticed the wave. Scanning the area to make sure no more draugar were nearby proved satisfactory, and he slung his rifle over his back before climbing down the ladder on the side of the gas station. He edged around to the corner of the building, noting that he had no guarantee how they would react to him. He put a hand to his hip, making sure his pistol was at his side, just in case, before slowly stepping around the corner of the building to see these people up close.
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Post by kryss on Jun 23, 2015 19:59:36 GMT -6
Skylar squeaked as she was scooped up, turning her face into Rick's chest and squeezing her eyes tightly shut. The ride didn't last long, and he set her down just a little roughly, checking her for wounds as best he could. Skylar could feel her knees shaking, but stood as well as she could, holding his hands that were gripping her face gently.
"I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay," she said, although tears in her eyes showed that at least emotionally, she was still a little wrecked. She took several deep breaths, looking behind them. She could see no other walkers at the moment. She could calm down. She was allowed to relax, at least a little. She turned back to the gas station, and the broken-open doors. She could glimpse supplies past the cracked and dirty glass, shelves sparsely occupied, but occupied at all! Movement caught the corner of her eye and she turned. There was a man coming around the corner. An older man, with grey hair and a slightly uneven gait. A large sniper rifle was strapped to his back. He was obviously the one who had taken care of the zombies.
She ran over, nearly tripping on an abandoned length of pipe, before coming to a hard stop. She wanted to hug him, or scream, or grab his hand, or something, but she restrained herself.
"That was you, wasn't it?" she asked, feeling worked up again. "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you! You saved my life," she said, clutching her own hands together for lack of something else to do.
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Andy
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Post by Andy on Jun 26, 2015 15:07:53 GMT -6
He supposed Skylar's rapidly repeated reassurance that she was okay would have to do, because regardless, she was already off and running again and causing Rick's internal panic alarm to go off. There really was no fault to her enthusiasm, as refreshing as it might be most of the time.
His own hand sort of twitched in the direction of his hip, an almost-copy of where Gil's hand was near. But seeing as the guy had (hopefully) saved them (and wasn't about to take them hostage), and had full sight of Rick should he try to whip out one of his own weapons, his hand reluctantly relaxed to hang limply by his side again. Ignoring the trembling in his fingertips, anyway. It was definitely just the adrenaline from moments before.
"Yeah..." Rick vaguely agreed with Skylar's sentiment, eyeing the stranger nervously. "... Who're you?"
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Post by Vulcanus on Jun 28, 2015 17:26:17 GMT -6
Gil had a moment of tense hesitation as he noticed the ready hand. There was a recognition in the back of his mind that it was in response to his own precaution, but it still resulted in a subtle standoff. It reminded Gil of those cowboy movies. Before anything could happen though, the girl stumbled forwards and stopped awkwardly between them, and Gil relaxed. Examining the girl up and down, he saw youth, timidity, energy... culture. Innocence. This was a scientist? No... Surely this was someone different...
"You are very welcome, madam." Gil touched his thumb and forefinger together to subtly tip an imaginary hat, but the situation was still too tense for him to smile.
He eyed the immune man, noting strength, laziness... tattoos--a rebel. Gil searched him over again, but under the situation nothing else was readily apparent to him, and it was hard to move past the fact that this man was... immune. Gil sighed. "I am Gil. Corporal, U.S. army." His voice still cracked when he said "U.S."
He looked away for an awkward split moment before returning his gaze intently to the immune one. He didn't trust him. It would definitely be quite the promotion if he could capture him, but Gil quickly had second thoughts. How? When? What about her? He glanced.
"You have a--"
"Well, come on," Gil said, interrupting the voice in his head. "Let's get you two inside."
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