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The morning was always just a little chilly. That was one of the few things that hadn’t changed in the months since the world went sideways. Georgia mornings were always just a little cold before the heat hit. Etienne was surrounded by the slight chill, wrapped in eerie silence. The world around her was empty and just beginning to thaw as the sun rose in the sky.
She rubbed her eyes, blinking a few times. Then she remembered her companion, the man who had rescued her those months ago. He was still asleep, sleeping off whatever infection he’d been hit with a while ago. It was terrifying, thinking he’d been sick sick. And then a worse realization after she’d realized he wasn’t bitten, that she’d have to go scavenging for supplies to make sure he still didn’t die. The first week had been rough, but he was recovering.
She nudged said-companion’s arm, waking him from his most recent nap. He rolled over, blinking a few times before sitting up. Here, drink. she signed before handing him a plastic bottle. He frowned, setting it down. What about you? More water in the bag? he gestured to the duffel bag they kept their supplies in. She nodded. Plenty more. Now drink, you need it. she gave him a smile, which he returned.
She looked around their shelter, a long abandoned warehouse they’d since reinforced. We should move soon. she looked over to him, then to the doors on the far side of the warehouse. Or, at least we should go scavenging as a pair today.
He shrugged. We might as well. She helped him up, slinging the duffel bag over her shoulder. Let me-
She cut him off. No. You scout ahead. I’ll follow.
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Jun stared blankly out across the ruins of Atlanta, Georgia with little to no thoughts going through his mind. What was there to think about besides routes, what buildings to hit, and how much was left? He didn't want to think about any of those things right after waking up. As sunlight began to pour in, Jun pulled a chair over to sit and soak up the warmth. This was his usual routine; wake up, no thoughts head empty, bask in the sun, do some thought, risk his life for the next 4-8 hours, then go back to sleep. Not a very fun life, the apocalypse.
Jun needed weapons, ammo, and explosives, things that other people needed and would willingly trade for. He had no actual use for any of those things, but it would give him an upper hand in the trade business. He nodded to himself, making that his task for today. He would make his way to the weapons shop a few streets down and gather what he could. It was funny, him deciding to look for weapons, even if he wouldn't trigger the tinnitus the excessive nerve damage would make him a bad shot.
How long had he been sitting there just thinking?
Jun pushed the chair back to where it came from and took his staff from the table. His backpack was by the door, which he always cracked before actually heading out. He was on the top floor of the apartment complex, thinking it was the safest. Sure he had a shortcut down, but not back up and up was the hard part...
Once down, Jun began the trek to the weapons store.
Jun needed weapons, ammo, and explosives, things that other people needed and would willingly trade for. He had no actual use for any of those things, but it would give him an upper hand in the trade business. He nodded to himself, making that his task for today. He would make his way to the weapons shop a few streets down and gather what he could. It was funny, him deciding to look for weapons, even if he wouldn't trigger the tinnitus the excessive nerve damage would make him a bad shot.
How long had he been sitting there just thinking?
Jun pushed the chair back to where it came from and took his staff from the table. His backpack was by the door, which he always cracked before actually heading out. He was on the top floor of the apartment complex, thinking it was the safest. Sure he had a shortcut down, but not back up and up was the hard part...
Once down, Jun began the trek to the weapons store.
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A slight crunch of gravel had Daisy scrambling backwards out of the mini van she was rummaging through. Most cars had been sucked dry of any fuel long ago, but you could still find small things inside them. Vans especially were good for finding snacks stashed away. She slid out into the road, whirling around with muscles tensed for a fight to see it was only Jaime, approaching with a hand raised to his mouth to warn her to quiet.
They'd ventured into Atlanta a couple days ago, desperation for supplies managing to outweigh the danger present in large cities. It was definitely a trade off. Big cities meant easier pickings of things left behind - when people had fled population centers en masse at the beginning of the outbreak they'd left a lot behind, and the majority of people hadn't yet been brave enough to return for looting. But big cities also meant more walkers. A lot more.
They tended to roam in groups in cities, like they had some kind of lingering pack mentality from when they were living things. It made them easier to avoid at times, a big crowd of shambling walkers wasn't hard to hear coming. As long as you didn't get yourself cornered or caught off guard inside a building scavenging a big city wasn't really all that much harder than any of the small towns they usually worked through.
They were doing great so far. Plenty of creeks and green spaces in the city made Atlanta friendlier to life than the more concrete-jungle type, and the number of untouched buildings went up the closer to city center they made it. For once they weren't hurting for food or water supplies, but the high number of walkers meant their ammo stock as well as their nerves were wearing desperately thin.
"There's a family of skunks a couple blocks south of here," Jaime said once he got close enough for his cautiously hushed voice to be heard. He'd split off from Daisy to get an overlook of the area they were in while she checked the vehicles. There was quite a bit of rubble in the streets of this section of the city - maybe from some effort by the military, maybe by the locals before they cleared out, they couldn't tell - so Daisy had wanted to get a better idea of where to head before they spent the effort to traverse it.
Daisy frowned at her friend. "You came down here to tell me about some skunks," she deadpanned.
"Ah, er, no," Jaime had the good sense to look sheepish at his misordered priorities. "There's a gun shop on the street parallel to us," he said, pointing in its approximate direction, "looks untouched too. We would've gone straight past it without knowing, but if we cut through this alley we'll come out right at it."
They both looked to the alley in question, near identical grimaces coming to their faces in tandem. There was rusted scaffolding twisted up in its length. Evidently some structural instability in the brick wall that made up the right side of the passage had been in the middle of being corrected when it was abandoned. The wall had collapsed into the alley in the time since, crushing what had been left by the construction workers and choking the narrow slice of pavement with rubble. It wouldn't be a quiet thing to make their way through there, and noise meant they'd draw unwanted attention.
They both flinched as a car alarm suddenly blared from somewhere nearby, and Daisy drew in a bolstering breath. Forget the sound of them clambering over the rubble, that alarm would cover them and draw anything away. Hopefully.
"Looks like luck's still on our side," she said, socking her friend lightly on the arm with a loose fist before making for the alley, "Come on."
A slight crunch of gravel had Daisy scrambling backwards out of the mini van she was rummaging through. Most cars had been sucked dry of any fuel long ago, but you could still find small things inside them. Vans especially were good for finding snacks stashed away. She slid out into the road, whirling around with muscles tensed for a fight to see it was only Jaime, approaching with a hand raised to his mouth to warn her to quiet.
They'd ventured into Atlanta a couple days ago, desperation for supplies managing to outweigh the danger present in large cities. It was definitely a trade off. Big cities meant easier pickings of things left behind - when people had fled population centers en masse at the beginning of the outbreak they'd left a lot behind, and the majority of people hadn't yet been brave enough to return for looting. But big cities also meant more walkers. A lot more.
They tended to roam in groups in cities, like they had some kind of lingering pack mentality from when they were living things. It made them easier to avoid at times, a big crowd of shambling walkers wasn't hard to hear coming. As long as you didn't get yourself cornered or caught off guard inside a building scavenging a big city wasn't really all that much harder than any of the small towns they usually worked through.
They were doing great so far. Plenty of creeks and green spaces in the city made Atlanta friendlier to life than the more concrete-jungle type, and the number of untouched buildings went up the closer to city center they made it. For once they weren't hurting for food or water supplies, but the high number of walkers meant their ammo stock as well as their nerves were wearing desperately thin.
"There's a family of skunks a couple blocks south of here," Jaime said once he got close enough for his cautiously hushed voice to be heard. He'd split off from Daisy to get an overlook of the area they were in while she checked the vehicles. There was quite a bit of rubble in the streets of this section of the city - maybe from some effort by the military, maybe by the locals before they cleared out, they couldn't tell - so Daisy had wanted to get a better idea of where to head before they spent the effort to traverse it.
Daisy frowned at her friend. "You came down here to tell me about some skunks," she deadpanned.
"Ah, er, no," Jaime had the good sense to look sheepish at his misordered priorities. "There's a gun shop on the street parallel to us," he said, pointing in its approximate direction, "looks untouched too. We would've gone straight past it without knowing, but if we cut through this alley we'll come out right at it."
They both looked to the alley in question, near identical grimaces coming to their faces in tandem. There was rusted scaffolding twisted up in its length. Evidently some structural instability in the brick wall that made up the right side of the passage had been in the middle of being corrected when it was abandoned. The wall had collapsed into the alley in the time since, crushing what had been left by the construction workers and choking the narrow slice of pavement with rubble. It wouldn't be a quiet thing to make their way through there, and noise meant they'd draw unwanted attention.
They both flinched as a car alarm suddenly blared from somewhere nearby, and Daisy drew in a bolstering breath. Forget the sound of them clambering over the rubble, that alarm would cover them and draw anything away. Hopefully.
"Looks like luck's still on our side," she said, socking her friend lightly on the arm with a loose fist before making for the alley, "Come on."
SpazTheButcher
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Brad had returned to his element. Sleepless nights. Sporadic firefights. Counting to make sure he had enough rounds to get him through the day. His brother had asked him once why he deployed so often. After all, Staff Sergeant Brad Colbert could get killed. Brad replied, "Because I can't live without it." And he couldn't. But when the US turned into a warzone, he didn't feel happy, but he felt... comfort. that was the word. he was comfortable that he was returned to the environment he knew so well.
After evacing his base and some civvies, he was on the road for a few months. Around a month ago he wound up in Atlanta. Despite it looking worse than Baghdad did, it was perfect. He spent his time stalking and killing not so nice folks, like bandits and highwaymen. In return, typically those he saved gave him some food or ammo. If they have nothing, he'll take from the robbers or offer them some of his own supplies. The Greys had been a little troubling, but unless they were in large groups, they were anything but a problem. An inconvenience at most.
The thing to know was that everything Brad carried had a purpose, including sentimental items. From toe to head he was ready for anything. He wore tan combat boots for foot protection. For his own safety(he knew folks picked out military types,) he wore jeans, but he had some green MARPAT Pants in his backpack. On his belt he had his NCO Sword, his leather holster for the Model 29, and a small pouch for spare .44 Magnum rounds. His backpack betrayed his Marine ego, and was an ACU rucksack. He also had a small satchel, in which he had his spare M4 Magazines, his weapon's cleaning kit, a single water bottle, and a shaving mirror. He could lighten his load by wearing some webbing, which he kept in the rucksack, but he wanted to not draw attention to himself. He wore a grey hoodie over an OD Green t-shirt, and last but not least he wore a tan baseball cap with an American flag on it. He had much more in his pack, such as more MARPAT clothing and a "Hat, Sun, Type III."
Of course, the most important thing he had was his rifle, an M4A1 fitted with an ACOG sight and a vertical foregrip. Without it, he would be screwed. He instinctively raised it when he heard a car alarm in the distance. He was in the shadows on the side of the street, but fear worked wonders, and he ducked and shoved himself against a parked car for cover. He pulled out the shaving mirror, and used it to look at the streets from behind the car. Collapsed wall and an alley, and a large group of greys walking away. Then he checks his own side of the street. Clear. A few buildings of interest. A Riteaid and a... gun shop? Brad grinned at the sight. It was like a killer's Christmas. Drugs and guns. Guns would be priority, so Brad stayed low, sticking to cover as he approached the store, only a few buildings to the right of it.
After evacing his base and some civvies, he was on the road for a few months. Around a month ago he wound up in Atlanta. Despite it looking worse than Baghdad did, it was perfect. He spent his time stalking and killing not so nice folks, like bandits and highwaymen. In return, typically those he saved gave him some food or ammo. If they have nothing, he'll take from the robbers or offer them some of his own supplies. The Greys had been a little troubling, but unless they were in large groups, they were anything but a problem. An inconvenience at most.
The thing to know was that everything Brad carried had a purpose, including sentimental items. From toe to head he was ready for anything. He wore tan combat boots for foot protection. For his own safety(he knew folks picked out military types,) he wore jeans, but he had some green MARPAT Pants in his backpack. On his belt he had his NCO Sword, his leather holster for the Model 29, and a small pouch for spare .44 Magnum rounds. His backpack betrayed his Marine ego, and was an ACU rucksack. He also had a small satchel, in which he had his spare M4 Magazines, his weapon's cleaning kit, a single water bottle, and a shaving mirror. He could lighten his load by wearing some webbing, which he kept in the rucksack, but he wanted to not draw attention to himself. He wore a grey hoodie over an OD Green t-shirt, and last but not least he wore a tan baseball cap with an American flag on it. He had much more in his pack, such as more MARPAT clothing and a "Hat, Sun, Type III."
Of course, the most important thing he had was his rifle, an M4A1 fitted with an ACOG sight and a vertical foregrip. Without it, he would be screwed. He instinctively raised it when he heard a car alarm in the distance. He was in the shadows on the side of the street, but fear worked wonders, and he ducked and shoved himself against a parked car for cover. He pulled out the shaving mirror, and used it to look at the streets from behind the car. Collapsed wall and an alley, and a large group of greys walking away. Then he checks his own side of the street. Clear. A few buildings of interest. A Riteaid and a... gun shop? Brad grinned at the sight. It was like a killer's Christmas. Drugs and guns. Guns would be priority, so Brad stayed low, sticking to cover as he approached the store, only a few buildings to the right of it.
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After making sure the door to the warehouse was sealed firmly, they began their trek through town. In the months since the world turned upside down and people started biting each other, Cameron had learned how to keep his footsteps soft. He couldn’t hear how loud he was, but he kept his shoes from hitting the ground with all his weight. Every step was carefully measured, slow and steady.
He was always alert to the slightest movement. A car jostling under the weight of a buzzard could be a walker emerging to attack, it was hard to tell- other than the stench of course. The corpses, slowly rotting away from the virus sluggishly moving through their veins, had a stench to rival a toxic dumpster fire that had been steeped in manure and expired milk. There was almost never a moment when he couldn’t smell the rot.
Etienne, do you have the map? He turned back to her, gesturing the the bag. She nodded, handing it to him. He opened it, looking over the buildings that had been crossed out, the ones that had been circled. We haven’t checked out the gun store yet, might be a good place to start.
She nodded, taking the map back. Only a few paces away, but that was biter territory the last time we were there. She looked apprehensive, carefully folding the map and placing it back in their bag. He shook his head. We need weapons, Ettie. A crowbar and a bundle of kitchen knives won’t last forever, especially if we run into a horde.
Etienne looked away, gazing at the bloodstained ground. You’re right. She signed, hefting the duffel bag back onto her shoulder.
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Jun stayed close to the shadows whenever he could, only walking out in the open when absolutely necessary. He missed the way things were before the downfall of man and the uprising of the dead, but who didn't? He was particularly upset about how littered the ground was, whether it be with bodies, rubble, trash, or just straight up destroyed. He already had trouble getting around without tripping over cracks in the sidewalk and now he had to worry about kicking a discarded soup can or tripping over a felled walker. Jun gripped his staff tighter at the thought, ready to wack anything that moved like a shambling husk.
The rhythmic scream of a car alarm made Jun jump. It wasn't loud or close enough to trigger his tinnitus, but it still spooked him a considerable amount. He had to guess it was half a block, maybe one away, but he had never been good at guessing those sorts of things. He had to assume the worst-- it was close. Looking both ways (for walkers, of course), Jun bolted across the street, booking it for the gun store. It was too late to turn back now, he thought, heart pounding in his chest. That alarm would bring more undead, and with that, he'd need better defenses. But would he even be able to get back to the complex?
Jun could see figures near his target location, though, he was unsure whether they were walkers or survivors and if they were survivors, whether they were friend or foe. He didn't have time to think about the consequences now, if he died, he died. As Jun got closer to the gun store, he could see a struggle to get in, no success. The doors were locked! Of course, they were!
He slowed his pace to a jog, not wanting to be seen as a threat, but still fast enough to be in a hurry. Four people, perhaps drawn in by the alarm? No, that would be a death sentence. Each person here was standing where they were for the same reason; loot a weapons shop. Clearly, he hadn't sat and thought long enough.
"Hey," Jun called as he got close enough to tell each person was truly human. Not that hard, but he had to be careful. "Friendly?" He added when he caught his breath. Even if they answered yes, the true answer would be in their voices. Sometimes people can sound really genuine, but a lot don't if you know what to listen for. Even so, there wouldn't be time to leave if they answered no, he'd have to stay no matter the answer. Jun just hoped he wouldn't be left for dead.
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The rhythmic scream of a car alarm made Jun jump. It wasn't loud or close enough to trigger his tinnitus, but it still spooked him a considerable amount. He had to guess it was half a block, maybe one away, but he had never been good at guessing those sorts of things. He had to assume the worst-- it was close. Looking both ways (for walkers, of course), Jun bolted across the street, booking it for the gun store. It was too late to turn back now, he thought, heart pounding in his chest. That alarm would bring more undead, and with that, he'd need better defenses. But would he even be able to get back to the complex?
Jun could see figures near his target location, though, he was unsure whether they were walkers or survivors and if they were survivors, whether they were friend or foe. He didn't have time to think about the consequences now, if he died, he died. As Jun got closer to the gun store, he could see a struggle to get in, no success. The doors were locked! Of course, they were!
He slowed his pace to a jog, not wanting to be seen as a threat, but still fast enough to be in a hurry. Four people, perhaps drawn in by the alarm? No, that would be a death sentence. Each person here was standing where they were for the same reason; loot a weapons shop. Clearly, he hadn't sat and thought long enough.
"Hey," Jun called as he got close enough to tell each person was truly human. Not that hard, but he had to be careful. "Friendly?" He added when he caught his breath. Even if they answered yes, the true answer would be in their voices. Sometimes people can sound really genuine, but a lot don't if you know what to listen for. Even so, there wouldn't be time to leave if they answered no, he'd have to stay no matter the answer. Jun just hoped he wouldn't be left for dead.
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Chera had been inside a while. Staking things out, laying low. For a damn good reason. At first she did it because she promised Pops she'd keep her head down, and move only when she needed to. Now? She knew exactly what she was doing. She'd found a nice two story building on a street across from some potential good finds. Drug store, a few other general stores, and a little convenience store on the street corner. And a gun store, she knew, but she wasn't interested in that. She had a gun, and she had bullets. She had a knife, too, which she would be using far more. She didn't need another gun to lug around or more bullets to hoard and never use; guns were usually too loud, anyways.
She'd seen people go for that gun store, actually. They were still dead in there. Or, "dead." Walkers, now. With all the other ones in there. What she assumed happened to get all those walkers in there was that, during the chaos of the initial collapse, a group tried to loot the place. Obviously, the owner shot some of them, and one or two turned, and bit everyone else in the chaos. Didn't help that the space was so cramped... They'd all busted into the backroom by now, she was pretty sure, which is why nobody ever saw them on the way in. But, when they DID get in, and the alarm would still go off. Her theory was some kind of solar battery. Pops knew a guy who ran a hunting shop, and he had that kind of alarm, because he lived in a place where power could get cut off at any time, and he wanted a 24/7 alarm. This guy probably got his just when it started breaking down, for security.
Ironic, really. Gotten at least two people killed, for none saved. At least she knew, now. But then, at that moment, when she swept her gaze to the right, she saw other humans and those idle thoughts suddenly were far from her mind.
"Shit," she uttered under her breath, hefting the rifle laid beside her in one hand. People were bad, unless proven otherwise. No. People were WORSE than bad, unless proven otherwise. That's why there was a wire strung across the top of the stairs behind her to trip anything coming up. Don't trust there's nobody behind you.
Like Pops said.
Chera instantly determined the lone man was stupid. Ran out in the open, and tried the fucking door. She cringed, watching this man bumble through the apocalypse like a man blind. But she shook herself off, turning to look behind her, as she'd trained herself to periodically do. Where there's one, there's probably two. And that might mean there's three.
Nothing. Couldn't hear or see anything.
She took a deep breath, her rifle now in her hands.
People. She was going to have to sit this one out, for now.
She'd seen people go for that gun store, actually. They were still dead in there. Or, "dead." Walkers, now. With all the other ones in there. What she assumed happened to get all those walkers in there was that, during the chaos of the initial collapse, a group tried to loot the place. Obviously, the owner shot some of them, and one or two turned, and bit everyone else in the chaos. Didn't help that the space was so cramped... They'd all busted into the backroom by now, she was pretty sure, which is why nobody ever saw them on the way in. But, when they DID get in, and the alarm would still go off. Her theory was some kind of solar battery. Pops knew a guy who ran a hunting shop, and he had that kind of alarm, because he lived in a place where power could get cut off at any time, and he wanted a 24/7 alarm. This guy probably got his just when it started breaking down, for security.
Ironic, really. Gotten at least two people killed, for none saved. At least she knew, now. But then, at that moment, when she swept her gaze to the right, she saw other humans and those idle thoughts suddenly were far from her mind.
"Shit," she uttered under her breath, hefting the rifle laid beside her in one hand. People were bad, unless proven otherwise. No. People were WORSE than bad, unless proven otherwise. That's why there was a wire strung across the top of the stairs behind her to trip anything coming up. Don't trust there's nobody behind you.
Like Pops said.
Chera instantly determined the lone man was stupid. Ran out in the open, and tried the fucking door. She cringed, watching this man bumble through the apocalypse like a man blind. But she shook herself off, turning to look behind her, as she'd trained herself to periodically do. Where there's one, there's probably two. And that might mean there's three.
Nothing. Couldn't hear or see anything.
She took a deep breath, her rifle now in her hands.
People. She was going to have to sit this one out, for now.
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They were about a quarter of the way through the alley, weaving their way through the twisted wreckage within, when Jaime happened to glance back, and blanched at what was behind them. As they'd thought, the car alarm was drawing walkers in their area away and covering up the sounds of their scramble, it was just- the number of the shambling forms that moved past the alleyway. There must have been a horde nearby.
Jaime tapped his friend on the elbow causing her to glance back briefly. Her eyes flashed with gut fear reaction as she registered the horde and she swore under her breath before turning back to the task at hand, now with quite a bit more urgency.
They caught sight of the small cluster of people around the front of the door as they slid the last few feet out of the rubble. Daisy felt her face twist into a displeased frown at the sight of them. So much for untouched. The living were just as much of a problem these days as the walkers. The smart thing to do would be to just walk away. Like hell. Maybe it was sunk cost fallacy, but after the effort to get here she was determined to not walk away empty-handed.
She could feel Jaime's nervous energy behind her practically radiating off his person as he split his attention between the passage behind them and these strangers. Drawing herself up, Daisy raised a hand in greeting about to make themselves known.
The greeting choked out in her throat, never making it past her lips, because it was at that moment - as one of the strangers yanked desperately at the locked doors of the shop - the car alarm saw fit to die out. The rattle of the metal frame door sounded like an explosion in the sudden smothering silence the alarm left behind.
The pause probably didn't last even a second but it felt like the world froze solid, before gradually, then growing - the sound of the horde one street over changing its course.
"Ohhhh shit," Jaime uttered, and then Daisy was grabbing onto his coat sleeve, practically dragging him along as they broke into a sprint across the street.
Daisy skidded to a stop in front of the strangers, turning loose of her friend so she could stalk the storefront, scanning for weaknesses in the door windows.
"Y'all check 'round the sides yet, the back?" she barked, forgoing quiet or introductions. The walkers were headed this way now. Once they made it through to this side and caught wind of the living it wouldn't matter how quiet everyone was being.
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -They were about a quarter of the way through the alley, weaving their way through the twisted wreckage within, when Jaime happened to glance back, and blanched at what was behind them. As they'd thought, the car alarm was drawing walkers in their area away and covering up the sounds of their scramble, it was just- the number of the shambling forms that moved past the alleyway. There must have been a horde nearby.
Jaime tapped his friend on the elbow causing her to glance back briefly. Her eyes flashed with gut fear reaction as she registered the horde and she swore under her breath before turning back to the task at hand, now with quite a bit more urgency.
They caught sight of the small cluster of people around the front of the door as they slid the last few feet out of the rubble. Daisy felt her face twist into a displeased frown at the sight of them. So much for untouched. The living were just as much of a problem these days as the walkers. The smart thing to do would be to just walk away. Like hell. Maybe it was sunk cost fallacy, but after the effort to get here she was determined to not walk away empty-handed.
She could feel Jaime's nervous energy behind her practically radiating off his person as he split his attention between the passage behind them and these strangers. Drawing herself up, Daisy raised a hand in greeting about to make themselves known.
The greeting choked out in her throat, never making it past her lips, because it was at that moment - as one of the strangers yanked desperately at the locked doors of the shop - the car alarm saw fit to die out. The rattle of the metal frame door sounded like an explosion in the sudden smothering silence the alarm left behind.
The pause probably didn't last even a second but it felt like the world froze solid, before gradually, then growing - the sound of the horde one street over changing its course.
"Ohhhh shit," Jaime uttered, and then Daisy was grabbing onto his coat sleeve, practically dragging him along as they broke into a sprint across the street.
Daisy skidded to a stop in front of the strangers, turning loose of her friend so she could stalk the storefront, scanning for weaknesses in the door windows.
"Y'all check 'round the sides yet, the back?" she barked, forgoing quiet or introductions. The walkers were headed this way now. Once they made it through to this side and caught wind of the living it wouldn't matter how quiet everyone was being.
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Idiots. Idiots. Holy shit. Idiots everywhere. Chera peeked back outside, eyes wide, as shots rang out in another direction. They all clumped together, dashing around the sides of the building looking for side doors. For some reason, the little girl went off on her own.
"Shit," she whispered, lifting her gun, aiming down the dark alleyway the child had entered, serving as a watcher for any walkers sneaking up on her. The alley yawned, and she saw the girl flinch as a walker banged on the door she put her ear against. Chera flinched, too, her eye flicking up further down the alley, making sure none of the hidden dead had noticed. She didn't see anything.
But that didn't mean there wasn't anything. She kept watching. The people around her might have no idea what they were doing, but she'd keep an eye on her, even if it was from as far away as she was. But she still had to keep an eye on what those others were doing.
Why did it have to be so complicated? Why did the wrench in her plans always have to be something she couldn't predict?
At this point, the consideration of falling back into the wilderness and trying to live off the land became more tempting in her mind. Less walkers, less people. Maybe even no people. Lonely. But safe. She'd just have to find a tent to pitch somewhere, and other equipment. For example, a good lighter, instead of her old, unreliable one.
As usual, thoughts and plans and ideas puttered through her head as she continued to scan through the streets, keeping an eye on the crowd, the shambling walkers, anything that might come of the Rite-aid, and that little girl.
If the little girl got in trouble, she'd have to blow concealment to help her, Chera knew. But she wasn't cold-hearted. If it came down to it, she'd do it.
And she also had to keep an ear out for more shots.
Complicated. But things had gotten messier before. She was just tired of it, old.
But she was fine. She had to be fine.
"Shit," she whispered, lifting her gun, aiming down the dark alleyway the child had entered, serving as a watcher for any walkers sneaking up on her. The alley yawned, and she saw the girl flinch as a walker banged on the door she put her ear against. Chera flinched, too, her eye flicking up further down the alley, making sure none of the hidden dead had noticed. She didn't see anything.
But that didn't mean there wasn't anything. She kept watching. The people around her might have no idea what they were doing, but she'd keep an eye on her, even if it was from as far away as she was. But she still had to keep an eye on what those others were doing.
Why did it have to be so complicated? Why did the wrench in her plans always have to be something she couldn't predict?
At this point, the consideration of falling back into the wilderness and trying to live off the land became more tempting in her mind. Less walkers, less people. Maybe even no people. Lonely. But safe. She'd just have to find a tent to pitch somewhere, and other equipment. For example, a good lighter, instead of her old, unreliable one.
As usual, thoughts and plans and ideas puttered through her head as she continued to scan through the streets, keeping an eye on the crowd, the shambling walkers, anything that might come of the Rite-aid, and that little girl.
If the little girl got in trouble, she'd have to blow concealment to help her, Chera knew. But she wasn't cold-hearted. If it came down to it, she'd do it.
And she also had to keep an ear out for more shots.
Complicated. But things had gotten messier before. She was just tired of it, old.
But she was fine. She had to be fine.
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Jun gave a mental sigh of relief when the smaller of the two by the doors identifies as friendly. Children were usually telling the truth, whether it be brutally honest opinions or dangerous information like this. Calling out as friendly could be trouble, but he was glad the child had said it. He continued forward, slowing once more to reach a speedwalk, sparing a slight smile to the angry-looking older girl and a glance to the two other strangers emerging from the rubble. Just how many people would be showing up? But his smile dropped as an alarm, much closer and louder, coming from the gun store rang out. The car alarm, whether drowned out or silenced, was like a whisper in comparison.
Jun's hands clamped down over his ears, eyes squeezing shut as his staff clattered to the paved ground. At first, the ringing in his ears was mild and tolerable, though immediately after the strike he couldn't hear for almost two years. Now, it was almost unbearably loud and shrill, like someone was using one of those ultrasonic no-bark training things for dogs right up in his ears. After taking a moment to reboot, Jun slowly removed his hands from his head, retrieving his fallen staff. He would be near useless now, unable to effectively hear until he got away from the alarm and let the tinnitus calm down. How long would that be??
In his fit, Jun had failed to notice the little girl run off to find a side door, as well as the question that sparked her to do so. He had a feeling he'd be missing a lot for a while. Even so, he needed to be as useful as possible, and right now, he saw that the best way to do that was to take out the window closest to him. Despite having just picked his staff up, Jun let it hit the ground once more, this time on purpose. He patted his pockets, then the side pockets on his backpack, and finally his belt where he found a rather used pocket knife. He needed a new one...
Jun flipped it open, grabbed a piece of rubble, and positioned the knife's tip close to the corner of the glass. Then, praying he wouldn't crush his own fingers, slammed the chunk of concrete into the base of the knife, hoping it was enough to break the glass. And swearing to kill someone if that one internet post he saw about this had lied to him.
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Jun's hands clamped down over his ears, eyes squeezing shut as his staff clattered to the paved ground. At first, the ringing in his ears was mild and tolerable, though immediately after the strike he couldn't hear for almost two years. Now, it was almost unbearably loud and shrill, like someone was using one of those ultrasonic no-bark training things for dogs right up in his ears. After taking a moment to reboot, Jun slowly removed his hands from his head, retrieving his fallen staff. He would be near useless now, unable to effectively hear until he got away from the alarm and let the tinnitus calm down. How long would that be??
In his fit, Jun had failed to notice the little girl run off to find a side door, as well as the question that sparked her to do so. He had a feeling he'd be missing a lot for a while. Even so, he needed to be as useful as possible, and right now, he saw that the best way to do that was to take out the window closest to him. Despite having just picked his staff up, Jun let it hit the ground once more, this time on purpose. He patted his pockets, then the side pockets on his backpack, and finally his belt where he found a rather used pocket knife. He needed a new one...
Jun flipped it open, grabbed a piece of rubble, and positioned the knife's tip close to the corner of the glass. Then, praying he wouldn't crush his own fingers, slammed the chunk of concrete into the base of the knife, hoping it was enough to break the glass. And swearing to kill someone if that one internet post he saw about this had lied to him.
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As the alarm began to blare from within the gunstore, and she saw the young man pick up... a fucking rock? Chera was pretty sure everyone down there was going to die. Not because the situation was unsolveable at this point, but because they seemed to lack the collective capacity to just walk away from a dangerous location. Were they even from the same group? What the hell was going on with these people? She wished she'd sticked to the deeper south. Why did she think Atlanta was ever, ever a good idea?
Because you were starving, she remembered. Right, that. The vicious malnutrition was a contributing factor to her admittedly rather poor decision to come here to scavenge.
As she watched the man put a the knife up to the glass, and lifted the rock, she sighed. For several reasons, listed in order.
1. He tried to go into the building he just heard shots in. Shots meant both people and walkers. Desperate people, and hungry walkers, specifically. The most dangerous kind of people and the most dangerous kind of walker in the same room.
2. He was definitely going to slice his hands open on shattered glass.
3. He, like everyone else, had not noticed the small child going off on her own in the midst of an apocalypse.
Chera wasn't always a judgemental person. She used to just be shy. She... wasn't sure what she was anymore, but she didn't remember ever thinking like this about anyone. It didn't matter. He was going to die, and whatever potentially mean thoughts she had about him wouldn't change that.
She just didn't want to watch a group of people die in the same place, in the same stupid way, as she watched another group do two weeks ago.
Say the girl got grabbed, and Chera dropped the walker doing it. That could easily both attract the walkers and the group to her. They might think she was shooting at the girl, and it might not even save her if it's several walkers.
She could just drop her rifle, sit down, and cover her ears until it was all over. She didn't have to see or hear any of it. She'd think about it for the rest of her probably short life, but she didn't have to see it.
She almost did. She almost gave into the sweet temptation to be like everyone else. The kind of person Pops always hated.
You gotta be a soldier, Chery. It's all so messed up, I know... but you gotta be a soldier. Not like my kind of soldier. The kind that does the right thing, all on their own, when there's no orders. Don't give up... just because I'm going away.
She couldn't just sit it out, though. Not after all this. She settled into her position, cheek against the stock, sweeping the street. She knew what was coming next. She'd seen it before. Walkers would burst out of the busted windows of all the shops, drag themselves out of alleyways... it was going to be a nightmare.
She grabbed her bayonet knife out of it's holster, looking over her shoulder one last time. Nothing there, still.
She fixed it to the barrel, knowing she'd probably have to stab something at some point.
Because you were starving, she remembered. Right, that. The vicious malnutrition was a contributing factor to her admittedly rather poor decision to come here to scavenge.
As she watched the man put a the knife up to the glass, and lifted the rock, she sighed. For several reasons, listed in order.
1. He tried to go into the building he just heard shots in. Shots meant both people and walkers. Desperate people, and hungry walkers, specifically. The most dangerous kind of people and the most dangerous kind of walker in the same room.
2. He was definitely going to slice his hands open on shattered glass.
3. He, like everyone else, had not noticed the small child going off on her own in the midst of an apocalypse.
Chera wasn't always a judgemental person. She used to just be shy. She... wasn't sure what she was anymore, but she didn't remember ever thinking like this about anyone. It didn't matter. He was going to die, and whatever potentially mean thoughts she had about him wouldn't change that.
She just didn't want to watch a group of people die in the same place, in the same stupid way, as she watched another group do two weeks ago.
Say the girl got grabbed, and Chera dropped the walker doing it. That could easily both attract the walkers and the group to her. They might think she was shooting at the girl, and it might not even save her if it's several walkers.
She could just drop her rifle, sit down, and cover her ears until it was all over. She didn't have to see or hear any of it. She'd think about it for the rest of her probably short life, but she didn't have to see it.
She almost did. She almost gave into the sweet temptation to be like everyone else. The kind of person Pops always hated.
You gotta be a soldier, Chery. It's all so messed up, I know... but you gotta be a soldier. Not like my kind of soldier. The kind that does the right thing, all on their own, when there's no orders. Don't give up... just because I'm going away.
She couldn't just sit it out, though. Not after all this. She settled into her position, cheek against the stock, sweeping the street. She knew what was coming next. She'd seen it before. Walkers would burst out of the busted windows of all the shops, drag themselves out of alleyways... it was going to be a nightmare.
She grabbed her bayonet knife out of it's holster, looking over her shoulder one last time. Nothing there, still.
She fixed it to the barrel, knowing she'd probably have to stab something at some point.
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Brad watched the shit storm with mild amusement. Car alarms, panic, and a crap ton of greys. Not to mention a growing crowd in front of the fire arms shop. Well, that bridge was bombed, He thought to himself grimly. He knew his chances were better away from them, so he hunkered down and held his post. If they survived, Brad would help them. But right now, he knew that waiting was his best bet.
He watched then as the shit storm became FUBAR. The alarm began to screech, gunshots ensued, and the people out front had no clue what they hell they were doing. He then saw two folks exit the store and yell for them to hop the fence. What the hell? Brad had seen plenty of situations like this in the first few months. Back when people were nice, they would typically find themselves forming ad hoc fireteams as survival and necessity forced people into groups of strangers. Such groups were quickly and easily formed and broken.
But as Brad stared at them now, he saw several opportunities. A, he would not risk them leaving with all that ammo. If Brad planned on saving anyone else, he would need more than 78 rounds of 5.56, and about a dozen .44 Magnum. Second, it would be pretty shitty to leave a kid in the hands of obviously inexperienced personnel, who couldn't even rob a store. And lastly, he needed a crew to roll with for the time being. Lone wolf is fun and all, but Brad needs to pull off a few raids, which isn't a one man show.
So, with all of these calculations running in his head, Brad enters a tactical crouch and heads to them. It was the kind that had been used for years, one that had seen use all the way back to WW1. Brad was "standing", but his back was bent, and his rifle was low. Not at hip level, low enough that he wasn't aiming, but high enough that he could bring it up at a moment's notice. He yells, "Get over the damn fence!" and kneels, setting himself up as a perimeter guard to the group aiming out.
He watched then as the shit storm became FUBAR. The alarm began to screech, gunshots ensued, and the people out front had no clue what they hell they were doing. He then saw two folks exit the store and yell for them to hop the fence. What the hell? Brad had seen plenty of situations like this in the first few months. Back when people were nice, they would typically find themselves forming ad hoc fireteams as survival and necessity forced people into groups of strangers. Such groups were quickly and easily formed and broken.
But as Brad stared at them now, he saw several opportunities. A, he would not risk them leaving with all that ammo. If Brad planned on saving anyone else, he would need more than 78 rounds of 5.56, and about a dozen .44 Magnum. Second, it would be pretty shitty to leave a kid in the hands of obviously inexperienced personnel, who couldn't even rob a store. And lastly, he needed a crew to roll with for the time being. Lone wolf is fun and all, but Brad needs to pull off a few raids, which isn't a one man show.
So, with all of these calculations running in his head, Brad enters a tactical crouch and heads to them. It was the kind that had been used for years, one that had seen use all the way back to WW1. Brad was "standing", but his back was bent, and his rifle was low. Not at hip level, low enough that he wasn't aiming, but high enough that he could bring it up at a moment's notice. He yells, "Get over the damn fence!" and kneels, setting himself up as a perimeter guard to the group aiming out.
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"No don't-" too late, the kid had already run off, any warning from herself or the other girl drowned out by gunshots and yet another alarm screeching its displeasure into the city. Daisy growled low in the back of her throat. Could this situation be any more of a trainwreck? It was quickly getting out of hand, and her determination to get into the shop was running thin.
Jaime had backed off a couple steps as the alarm sounded, his attention still split between watching their backs and now looking over the storefront for possible entry points. The front was locked down and boarded up, so he'd bet they wouldn't have any luck trying to get in at ground level. It looked like the place had another floor or at least an attic space. If someone gave him a boost to get started he might be able to get up to the roof and find a way in there.
He stepped forward to bring up the idea when the heads of two more people appeared, poking over the edge of the store's roof.
Right, that was a way better idea. He hadn't even noticed the obvious fencing boxing off the lot adjacent to the small cluster of survivors. It was always the blatantly obvious solution that you tended to miss when you were in a panic.
"Don't have to tell me twice," he said, more to himself than anything, "Daisy, come on."
"Jaime you-" really can't just trust these people are good on their word, she was going to say, but her friend was already off, launching himself up and over the fencing in question in an enviably fluid motion. Curse his long legs. She really needed to work on hammering suspicion into his brain. Daisy sighed and ran after her friend. Whether or not the other strangers followed really wasn't her problem.
And there comes another one. Perfect.
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -"No don't-" too late, the kid had already run off, any warning from herself or the other girl drowned out by gunshots and yet another alarm screeching its displeasure into the city. Daisy growled low in the back of her throat. Could this situation be any more of a trainwreck? It was quickly getting out of hand, and her determination to get into the shop was running thin.
Jaime had backed off a couple steps as the alarm sounded, his attention still split between watching their backs and now looking over the storefront for possible entry points. The front was locked down and boarded up, so he'd bet they wouldn't have any luck trying to get in at ground level. It looked like the place had another floor or at least an attic space. If someone gave him a boost to get started he might be able to get up to the roof and find a way in there.
He stepped forward to bring up the idea when the heads of two more people appeared, poking over the edge of the store's roof.
Right, that was a way better idea. He hadn't even noticed the obvious fencing boxing off the lot adjacent to the small cluster of survivors. It was always the blatantly obvious solution that you tended to miss when you were in a panic.
"Don't have to tell me twice," he said, more to himself than anything, "Daisy, come on."
"Jaime you-" really can't just trust these people are good on their word, she was going to say, but her friend was already off, launching himself up and over the fencing in question in an enviably fluid motion. Curse his long legs. She really needed to work on hammering suspicion into his brain. Daisy sighed and ran after her friend. Whether or not the other strangers followed really wasn't her problem.
And there comes another one. Perfect.
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The glass shattered the instant the rock collided with the knife, spreading shards of all sizes across the front of the store. Unfortunately, many of those shards had fallen across Jun's arms, cutting him up and staining his skin red. The sting was a pleasant draw from the pain in his ears, though, he didn't like that he was now a much larger target for the walkers. Speaking of walkers, did I mention Jun had just released the ones that were previously locked inside the gun store? Yeah, that happened.
Walkers poured out from the open window, their attention being unfortunately undivided from the bleeding mess that was in front of them. There weren't too many, but four at a time while disoriented was still a task... Nevertheless, Jun had to suffer the consequences of his actions and with that in mind, picked up his staff and struck the closest in the head.
Disorientation was a good thing when used against others, he thought. He then swept the staff behind the walker's knees, effectively bringing it to the ground to drive the end of the staff into it's head. Three left. He was less efficient than usual, but that wasn't a surprise; the more he used his staff, the more his arms burned.
Jun knocked the other three down, killing one in the process. His arms kept bleeding and he kept wiping it off on his shirt to keep it from flying around. That, and it was distracting as hell. As he took down the last two that were right there, Jun got an idea. Sure, his ideas so far had been less than great but this one was going to be better!
He tossed his staff over the fence, rushing in the opposite direction of safety as he began to pull his shirt off. He could see the hoard, they were getting far too close. It's now or nothing. He took a second to wipe off as much blood with the once blue t-shirt before tossing it into the street. This wouldn't work for very long, but it would deter a small group and hopefully back up the rest of the hoard. At least Jun had a tanktop underneath...
Finally, he launched himself gracefully over the fence (his foot got caught and he fell on his back), then booked it for safety.
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Walkers poured out from the open window, their attention being unfortunately undivided from the bleeding mess that was in front of them. There weren't too many, but four at a time while disoriented was still a task... Nevertheless, Jun had to suffer the consequences of his actions and with that in mind, picked up his staff and struck the closest in the head.
Disorientation was a good thing when used against others, he thought. He then swept the staff behind the walker's knees, effectively bringing it to the ground to drive the end of the staff into it's head. Three left. He was less efficient than usual, but that wasn't a surprise; the more he used his staff, the more his arms burned.
Jun knocked the other three down, killing one in the process. His arms kept bleeding and he kept wiping it off on his shirt to keep it from flying around. That, and it was distracting as hell. As he took down the last two that were right there, Jun got an idea. Sure, his ideas so far had been less than great but this one was going to be better!
He tossed his staff over the fence, rushing in the opposite direction of safety as he began to pull his shirt off. He could see the hoard, they were getting far too close. It's now or nothing. He took a second to wipe off as much blood with the once blue t-shirt before tossing it into the street. This wouldn't work for very long, but it would deter a small group and hopefully back up the rest of the hoard. At least Jun had a tanktop underneath...
Finally, he launched himself gracefully over the fence (his foot got caught and he fell on his back), then booked it for safety.
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“They’re all going to get themselves killed…” Etienne murmured in frustration, seeing the door open and the dead pouring out. At least ten, if not more. She took out the meat cleaver and bread knife she’d stolen from one of the homes, handing Cameron his crowbar. “Stay next to me.” she told him, knowing he could discern what she meant: don’t go wandering off to save anyone but yourself, don’t do anything stupid, and don’t get bit.
There was a crunch as the meat cleaver severed the spinal cord of one of the dead things. She could sneak up from behind, sever their spinal cords and move on. If they couldn’t move, they weren’t threats. Etienne killed with precision, making her way through a few of the dead before seeing the two people already in the gun store. “Hey kid, mind helping me up?” she looked over to them. “And my companion, as soon as he gets his sorry self over here.”
The one kid couldn’t have been more than 13. And she called him a kid in her head but- that was just a little younger than she was, wasn’t it? With what she’d seen, the responsibilities suddenly thrust upon her shoulders, she didn’t feel like a teenager anymore.
“At whatever pace you please, I’m content to handle these by myself if you’d like.” She gestured to the horde.
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