Fandom Walking Dead RP

KurtH6355 said:

(Carter left the RP?

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What? No! Vice left andCGULL took over Quetine for her.))

(Oh)

"What he said. There has to be somebody in there." Carter said, glanceing around ot make sure there's nobody they don't know following them. "Okay. I have a plan." Carter started to say, shifting herself to face all of them. "We'll go close to the pharmacy but not close enough to where whoever's in there to see. I'll go in and pretend to be a hurt girl in need of assistance and see if whoever's there is friendly. If they are, the light will shine over where you are. If not, then it won't happen. Just give m five minutes." Carter said, already running off by the time she finished her sentence. Most would rather have one dead than multiple. One sacrifice for three others to live seems lik a fair deal. Carter quickly aproached te pharmacy, numbley avaiding anything that may make a large quantity of noise or draw attention. Her dark clothes helped her conceal herself but her cloak would've been much better to have. 'Maybe they have another in there...' Carter thought, interested to find out.

Sean would have stopped her. No life was worth risking, as far as he was concerned. Not for nothing. The woods had enough sustainance for now, and the Safeway was really just a stop off on the way to their real destination. The plan had been to scope it out, and if it was safe enough, to check it for supplies. Perhaps rest there for what was left of the night. Quentin and Amelia had been headed there before they met up with him so perhaps, if she had decided to leave Jason too, she would still be coming that way. The boards on the windows and the light inside meant that it was probably already taken by other survivors. And in light of the bullet holes running down the side of the eighteen wheeler nearby, Sean didn't have high hopes that they were going to be too friendly. Certainly not good folks to sneak up on in the middle of the night, either way. "Max!...", he growled, before looking to the other two kids still crouched in the grass, "Stay here, stay alert. Quentin, you cover me. Only use the gun if it's necessary." Quentin stared back with wide eyes, "Wha...I..." he stammered, but Sean had already gone after the girl. Quietly he ran across the highway after Carter, trying to stay in the shadow of the semi-truck. His shot gun held at the ready he ran across the parking lot and carefully approached the pharmacy as well. The light was off now, but in the moonlight the rows and rows of medicine were visible inside.

(Hey guys, if you want me back in the RP, Jason is unconcoouss from a bullet wound in the stomach by some bandits. His uniform blocked the shot, but the pressure knocked him out. If you wanna go find him, go head)

(So, did he leave the area with Vik and everyone completely? I had tried to make it seem like all of that was still going on while the other's were sneaking off so you guys could just hop right back in where you left off?)


 
(All in all, I figure Sean, Quentin, Bellamy and Carter are only about a twenty minute walk from where all of the others are.)

(Yeah, he left there. If Vik Amelia and Denzel are in active we can say they died, but...)

(Tell me if this isn't ok, Kurt, and I'll edit it.)


Sean and Carter are against the wall to the pharmacy, keeping an eye and an ear out. While Quentin and Bellamy are doing the same from across the highway. The light inside has not come back on, but a commotion can be heard in the darkness. Sean gets closer to the window, to peer inside. He has to squint to see in the pale light coming from the moon. He can see a human-like figure inside, crouched on the floor beside another. He can hear rasping and groaning. He looks away, back to Carter, and shakes his head. Just the dead. Then he stops suddenly. Voices. He looks back to the window. The door has opened inside, and a smaller warmer light than before is shining into the pharmacy room, then it closes again. His breath catches in his throat. In the brighter light, Sean could see clearly. It was Jason. He was propped up against the wall inside, his head hanging limply. It looked as though he was unconscious. Before the light had faded away again, Sean saw that he was tied up with some sort of chain. And his weapons were missing.

Bellamy frowned but stayed put for a few minutes. Then she glared at the guy named Quentin, who didn't seem to be planning on disobeying Sean, and she begun running. She ran across the highway quietly, like a cat, and she saw Sean looking into the pharmacy through the window. She was about to walk to his side and take a look as well but then she heard something from behind the pharmacy. Screams. Human screams. She ran around and peered from the corner, only to see a group of dummies devouring an unfamiliar man. She didn't want to admit it was scary but her eyes involuntarily looked elsewhere. The sounds they made as they ate always followed her in her nightmares. She ran back to the front of the pharmacy with her eyes on the ground and stood beside Sean and Max without saying a word.

Quentin had tried to call to Bellamy, to make her turn around, but when she didn't hear him (or didn't listen) he hurriedly followed. He didn't want to be left alone. Half way through the parking lot, he jumped at the sudden screams, then sprinted the rest of the way to the group.


Sean growled to himself, sneaking around the edge of the building to take a look. He quickly assessed that the live one wasn't worth trying to save, and the four corpses weren't worth the bother. They were busy for now, anyway. Focused on their kill. Sean turned away, supressing his own sick, and walked over to the girls and Quentin. "Not worth the risk.", he whispered, starting to walk off through the parking lot in the opposite direction.

KurtH6355 said:

(Yeah, he left there. If Vik Amelia and Denzel are in active we can say they died, but...)

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{{ I'm going to be inactive for the next 2 weeks due to finals, so my two characters, Ray and Denzel are just going to go back to their treehouse and stay there until I am able to roleplay again I was actually waiting for you to reply since everything that was going on was the cause of Jason and the other characters were speaking with him. I'm not sure about the other two. }}

And I'm going to copy what I put in the other roleplays I'm in, I will be posting more regularly after my tests but for now on it'll only be most likely twice a day. I appologize greatly. If you'd like, you can pretend I'm following you guys or possibly temporarily take over my character just to say she's following or helping out.))

I was waiting for Kurt to come back actually. I'm also busy because I'm dealing with Finales and College Entries.

Jason is still bleeding out dudes...

Sean is scared. Whatever people took out Jason in his body armor, with his weapons and training, are likely incredibly well armed and very dangerous. He wants to get the three children out of here as quickly as possible, Jay be damned. He can take care of himself, Sean thought. But two little girls and a pretty boy like Quentin would never be safe in this new world without someone to protect them. He left the unconscious Jason behind and lead Bellamy, Carter and Quentin back through the parking lot. They needed to get back to cover. Into the relative safety of the woods, before they were noticed. Shots rang out behind them, and Sean's heart lept into his throat. "Run.", he growled. Stopping by the side of the highway and crouching down, his gun in his hands. "Into the woods, now." He faced what he thought were their attackers and saw no one. The shots were coming from the other side of the pharmacy. He could hear men shouting. When he realized that noone was after them, he followed the kids into the woods.


Nissy had been tending to the man Andy had shot in the woods, when she heard the rapid knocking. She left him unattended, and bandaged up the best she could manage, in the pharmacy. The others were back from their hunt. David was sitting on the floor, smoking a cigarette while he hunched over his game of Solitaire. "You get it, I'm busy.", he said. The other man in the room, Mike, just looked at her. Nissy persed her lips and did as she was told. If she didn't they would kill her nephew. She unbarred the door, and let them in. Five men, in camo and covered with weapons, filed in. Five meant that one was missing. The fat one, she realized after a quick survey of the ugly, dirty brutes. She hoped he was dead. Andy sighed, collapsing on his mattress of toilet paper rolls. He was the only one with anything even remotely resembling a bed. "Rick couldn't catch up, keep an eye out.", he told one of the others, then to her he said, "Come here and sit on my lap." She complied and he stuck his hand up her shirt to fondle her, and do the things to her he always did when he came back from a hunt. The other men would watch and laugh, until it was their turn to defoul her. She hated them all and wanted them dead. Nissy closed her eyes. No matter what, she would survive. She would make sure Joseph survived. No matter what. No matter what. We will survive. She had tried to escape a while ago, but there were too many of them. They had too many weapons. They had beaten her bloody and then they had threatened the baby. No matter what. Her face was still bruised, her nose would probably never be right again. Her privates hurt all the time and she was counting the days until her period was supposed to start. None of them used protection, though there were condoms and she had begged them repeatedly. She was thinking of all this, and more, when she heard the screams. Her eyes shot open. Andy squeezed her breast hard and she winced. "It's Ricky." The man on watch said, and started to unbar the door. "S**t! He's got company!" Another shouted. "Oh, f**k!" Andy jumped up, leaving her alone for the time being. The men opened the door, and started to shoot. Rick was still screaming, then another shot later, he was silent. She was glad and she hoped the other's would die as horribly. While her captors were distracted, she slipped back into the dark pharmacy to check on her patient. Who ever he was, he had been out cold when he'd been dragged in. She wasn't sure why Andy had wanted him back at the Safeway when the other's they'd robbed were all dead. Perhaps, it was because of the fatigues.

Jason woke up to a ceiling he didn't recognize and a tired woman he also didn't recognize. He looked around quickly before she could respond, seeing a baseball bat leaning against the opposite wall of him. He quickly got out of the bed he has lying in and threw a fist into the woman's stomach, her doubling over and he then threw her to the bed face first, shoving her face into the bed so that she could not speak, the sheets of the bed covering her mouth. "The gunshots - who against who and how many on each side? How well are each groups armed? Is there a firearm in this room that I could get safely? I do not want to hurt you, just answer my questions. Based upon you taking care of me you're a nice person, but based upon the gunshots outside, you're with bad people" Jason said calmly and matter-of-factly, him having thoughts back to being captured by the Taliban for a few hours while in Afghanistan. The same thing, the same torture would NOT happen again. He would kill before it did. He would die before it did.


 
(I'm figuring Jason has been stripped of all weapons and his body armor?)

Nissy has not been anticipating an attack. It was dark, and Andy had chained the man up. She had had to work around the chain to bandage him, and loosened them a bit. He must have been able to wriggle himself free. She gasped when his fist slammed into her stomach, and laid there totally still when he pinned her to the counter. Her body and mind were already beaten into submission. Instinctively having shut herself off mentally it took her a moment to register what Jason was saying. She mummbled into the countertop. Her nose had just been set not to long ago and hadn't fully healed. It was broken again, and bleeding.


(I changed it to countertop because there is no bed.)


 
(Also, yes. Andy is wearing his vest. Jason is shirtless right now, actually.)

(Oh, Damn) Jason turned her head sideways a little so she could speak. He acknowledged the blood but felt no remorse, he was in the mind set of the cold blooded killer the U.S Military had made him. "Scream and it will be the last thing you ever do. Answer my questions - The gunshots - who against who and how many on each side? How well are each groups armed? Is there a firearm in this room that I could get safely? I do not want to hurt you, just answer my questions. Based upon you taking care of me you're a nice person, but based upon the gunshots outside, you're with bad people. A new question, also, where is the armor and weapons I had before I was shot?" As though right on cue he felt a sharp pain in his left thigh. He would need to cope, he told himself, if he were to survive. People he cared about crossed his mind - Carter, Sean, Quentin, Amelia...were they in the gunfight outside? (Are they?)

(No. Sean and the kids took off into the woods. The men are shooting the zombies coming out of the woods behind the store.)


Nissy groaned. With her heart racing, she took in his words. "I...uh....I don't know. Ei...eight men that I know of. Weapons. Lots of weapons. The...their leader. The...long hair...he...he has your...", she says quietly, then closes her eyes, tears flowing down her face and mixing with the blood. With a sob she adds, "Please, help me."


 
(I dunno where Amelia and the rest are cause no one else has posted.)

"Answer my questions!" Jason said authoritatively "Is there a gun anywhere in this room? Is there a way for me to escape here unseen?" Jason said, looking around. He saw out a window that there were men firing at walkers, not people. That would mean he now had half the time he thought. He saw one man with his uniform. All the men were facing away from the Safeway, away from him. He could possibly fashion a spear from the bat, but that would make noise and take a few minutes, those being luxuries he could not afford at the moment. Then he saw it - the hilt of a switch blade in the woman's back pocket. He took it quickly and flipped the blade out, positioning the tip just away from her stomach. "Don't make me do this, lady, just cooperate and I won't gut you like a fish. Don't think I won't do it, neither" Jason said grimly and tiredly.

Nissy took a deep shaky breath, "No gun...they...", she was shaking, everything in her was broken, and now the only weapon she had managed to steal in all this time was in the hands of someone else. Someone who wanted to hurt her too. "Just my bat....and...the window. The drive-thru. It's...it's locked but opens...." She closes her eyes, and begs, "My...son. He's upstairs. If you get away they'll think I let you go. They'll kill him! Please. I'm good people. I'm good people..."

"I've seen good people die. Hell, I've killed good people. Two more won't matter. But see, I need the equipment your leader has, and you're gonna help me get them" Jason said bitterly, and he grabbed her by the hair, the blade still to her stomach. "If I were to use you as a hostage, would you be a good bargaining chip? Would you be someone they cared for enough to give me back my equipment in exchange for you?" Jason questioningly said, starting to push her toward the door.

Nissy gasps, as he grabs her short hair. "They don't care, but I...I can help you...", she says desperately. "I...we need to hurry...." The gun shots outside have stopped and now only loud shouts and laughter can be heard coming from outside the building.

"You're useless to me then" Jason said, pricking through her clothes with the blade but not her skin. "Gimme one good reason I don't kill you where you stand" He said menacingly, twisting the blade a little deeper so the tip pressed against her stomach.

Nissy gasped again, "I'm a doctor!", she hisses. "You're injured. I can h...help. We take the supplies you'll need, then...I know how to get out of here without being seen...and...and I stashed my car! I can take you to it. It'll take you far away from here!" She had been planning another escape for some time, but had been too afraid for Joseph to try again. The knife point in her belly was a more immediate reality, though, and she would do anything to avoid death. No matter what.