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Post by India Belikov on Nov 11, 2013 18:11:02 GMT -6
As she finished glancing through the rest of the boxes, Asher had packed the bug full. At least he didn't fight with her on the tent. She was honestly expecting some resistance about it, but she simply smiled. "Spasibo, Ashker." The remaining supplies was just food they couldn't carry or miscellaneous things they had already packed. Making her way back toward the mouth of the trailer, she watched him curiously avert his eyes suddenly. In that moment's flash, she had seen something.. was it hesitation? Or something darker? Either way, the moment had passed and she forced herself to not think too hard about it. She was at least proving she was of some use, helping with them demons on the road. She could've easily stood back and let him deal with all of them himself.
Rolling her shoulders, she leapt down onto the concrete just as thunder rolled off into the distance. It sounded close, maybe an hour or so off. Looking up at the darkening sky, she shivered unconsciously just dreading the downpour. They needed to find someplace to ride this out. The sound of his grunt brought her back to earth as she watched him pull the driver's corpse against a wheel and cross his arms. When he punched the side of the trailer, she jumped slightly. Casting her eyes downward, she let him waltz past her and swing behind the wheel of the car. He called out to her and started the thing up. She glanced over her shoulder at him, but looked back to the poor soul. Walking over, she knelt beside him, muttering a soft prayer she drew the cross on his forehead. She sat there on her knees for a moment in silence then gracefully stood up, tucking her blades into the sides of her boots and joined her companion in the car.
Turning to face him as he started along the highway again, she gently reached out and took his hand in her own. She looked over the scrapes along his knuckles with pursed lips. Fool, though she would've no doubt punched the thing too, as she did get a temper when fired up. She flicked her eyes up at his face momentarily before she carefully felt the swelling muscles. After a second, she nodded her head and released his hand. "Net broke." Settling back in her seat, she drew her knees up to her chest and glanced out the window as the miles slowly ticked by. Not even four miles down, she spotted a sign for a small town. Tunnel Hill. Maybe they would have a bookstore? She quickly extended her hand and tapped Asher on the arm. She pointed to the town sign with a grin. "Kniga Ruski!" She had no idea how to say book in english. Knitting her brows together she became frustrated seeing as he probably didn't understand her. Throwing her hands up she quickly tried to pantomime a book by clapping her palms together and opening them flat. India then pointed to the sign again. "Kniga!"
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Post by Asher Corbeau on Nov 12, 2013 5:16:35 GMT -6
"Net broke," He smiled and looked down into his lap shook his head, "net broke, indeed" Laughing a little he shifted into first and the car jumped forward down the interstate past the trees that bordered it and the foreboding sky that blotted out anything that symbolized hope for a seemingly doomed civilization.
He, was going to smoke tonight that was certain. He really needed to relax. Pretend things were normal for once. It's nice taking a break from all the death, because when you do? Suddenly that person shambling out front of your window is no longer missing half of his face, just a bottle of rum.
He smiled at the thought, but as he saw a walker beating pointlessly on the exit sign for a town called Tunnel Hill the smile slipped from his face bringing him back to reality. A grim reality if he could of ever imagined one, eyes raising to the sky as the first rain drops splattered onto the windshield.
Omen, or no omen he turned onto the exit. Watching the rearview mirror, Asher watched as the walker lazily stopped beating on the sign and took a couple half hearted steps after our car with an outstretched hand. Shortly after view of the dead man was cut off from view by the curve of the road.
It was about that time that India started motioning to him frantically with her hands and saying "Kniga Ruski!" and "Kniga, Kniga!
"Something on my face?" He rose a hand to the scruff on his chin, " He wracked his brain, "Ruski, Ruski that means Russian, right?" He looked at her, but he couldn't get it the hand motions, together? Them? Russia and Kniga together?
"So... Who was Kniga? Your, dad, brother, friend, boyfriend, husband?" He knew she had no idea what she was saying, and he even less so when it came to her.
Looking out the window feeling like an idiot he watched as they passed what seemed to be a steady stream of dead walking away from what appeared to be town. Which could mean, maybe they ran out of things to eat there. It might be safe, as safe as any place could be.
He nearly laughed, as they passed a sign advertising beaver carpets. What a horrible name, even worse when he noticed a zombie eating a large tear of the letter B in Beaver. They most assuredly had run out of food sources in Hill Tunnel, or Tunnel Hill, whatever this no name Bumpkin town was called.
And as they approached he realized, that was exactly what they were driving into. Immediately upon entering the town they past broken down houses and trailers. To the left was a strip mall, a strip mall consisting of a dentist, lawyer, tax office, bookstore, and on the right? A trailer park, and a bookstore? Wait, bookstore?
He turned the wheel and didn't bother breaking as he shifted down to third and second, Stopped and threw it into neutral coming to a stop on top of the only walker he saw in parking lot. It was quiet, save from the snarl of the deadman coming from his back tire.
He quickly walked back there and stomped down on its half rotten forehead crushing through the flimsy bone and its frontal lobe. Returning the strip mall parking lot to near silence. Walking over to the open door of his car he reached for his crowbar but instead pulled out his iron Lug Wrench.
"India come, I'm done not understanding you. You're stuck here, so you're going to learn english. Even if it kills me, which, walking into this dark book store might just do,"
He walked over to the door, Pate Turner Books. He shook his head, he doubted this place had even a single copy of Twilight on the shelf. I doubt this place had seen an updated shipment of new books since 1996. What a horrible place this is, he thought looking around as he slid the prying end of the lug wrench into the door and... the door swung open with the musical ring of a bell. He cringed at the ring and looked around him, in the distance he saw more walkers moving along the street. They didn't seem to notice them, yet.
The day was growing ever darker, and increasingly grey. He motioned her with a quick gesture of his hands crouching low and holding the door still so that the bells wouldnt be struck again. Looking around once more he stood up slowly and reached for the bells. Just a simple trip for the store owner, he looked over his shoulder toward the street as he lifted the bells off the peg.
When he let out a startled gasp as the store owners terrible cold hand grasped him on the forearm and his fat mangled face exploded from beneath the shadows of the store. He had gotten sloppy, too sloppy and now he could very well die.
This was close, too close, closer than he had ever gotten. Part of him wanted to break the bastards arm of and get out of there as fast as possible. But another part, the whispering voice in the back of his head was saying silence, there were hundreds of them in an exodus from the town and they might already be alerted to their presence. All of this transpiring in less than a second as the shopkeepers gaping maw came increasingly close to his wrist. He had to get away, now.
Bringing the iron down in a vicious strike on the arm of the shopkeeper. Feeling the bone give beneath his strike the zombie lost its grip. Asher took a fast step backward and fell to the ground throwing the bells as hard as he could through the door into the back of the shop hoping to god that they didn't alert anymore of the walking dead.
The Bells clattered somewhere inside the store but he didn't notice any movement beyond the broken armed gentle-zombie taking staggering steps toward his prone form. He abruptly took several panicked scurries back away from the dead shopkeeper till his back was resting against his front bumper.
He quickly started pushing himself up and immediately started slipping on the rain slicked metal. He dropped and the fat zombie was upon him. So much for silent.
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Post by India Belikov on Nov 12, 2013 22:34:01 GMT -6
Ugh, what's the use? She settled back into her seat when she saw his completely clueless expression. This was getting ridiculous, how could you depend on someone if they couldn't even speak your language? Fucking Amerika, why couldn't this happen back at home? She'd be able to get by alot easier..and maybe Andrei would still be alive... Squeezing her eyes she, she forced his memory away for the moment. she couldn't break down now. No, her time to mourn was once they settled in for the night. Opening her eyes she smiled when she realized they'd turned off the highway toward the town. Good, now she just needed to find a damn bookstore.
The drive through the wooded road was like any other. Uneventful. He carefully drove around obstacles, random demons looked their way as they drove past and that was it, thankfully. It was a simple ten minute or so drive before they soon reached the town, if that's even what you'd call the place. Small town if she ever did see one. She spotted the usual trailers and shacks you'd find in a redneck place. There was a trailer park up on the right and the left was a little strip mall thing. As they drove along, she lazily looked at the stores, not understand what a single one was called. However, one tiny store stood out among the rest. "Kniga!!"
Finally he understood her because as soon as she shouted, he swiftly turned into the parking lot and effectively running over the single demon that wandered in it. She was excited as she bolted from the car and tried to peer into the darkened shop. Oh she couldn't wait to get in there and find a translation book already. After he finished off the demon with his boot, he spouted some more nonsense english at her as he looked in through the door of the store. She walked over to his side and crouched down, pulling a knife out of her boot and rolling her shoulders. She watched in silence as he pried the door open, a wince spreading across her face at the ring of the bell. Just what they needed. As she quickly glanced over her shoulders, she found no demons heading toward them so she relaxed a bit. Her gaze lifted up toward the fast darkening sky. They didn't have much time to fuck around. With her back pressed against the store front wall, she nodded when he motioned her closer. Keeping her crouch, she carefully drew closer, staying down whilst he stood to remove the bells from the door.
What happened next played out like a scene from every scary movie ever known to man. Suddenly a demon had emerged from the darkness of the shop and grabbed Asher. She gasped from the ambush and watched as her companion brought his wrench down on the demons arm. As he fell back, the thing started to shuffle forward, completely ignoring India. Twisting her mouth into a grim frown, she sprung up from her crouch and knocked the corpse over before it could reach Asher. But of course, the overweight demon was more than she could handle as it rolled her over onto her back, it's nasty jaws gaping wide. Quickly jutting her free hand out to snap its jaw away, her other hand came down on his head hard. The corpse slumped down onto her, the handle of a throwing knife sticking out from it's skull.
"Vyydite !" She struggled with its extra weight for a moment but she managed to roll it off her without assistance. Looking down, she groaned in disgust as dead, congealed blood freshly strained her clothes. Quickly her hands went to her face and was relieved that nothing had gotten there. Looking down at her knife, she bent and pulled it out, gagging as a chunk of decayed brain came out with it. Dropping it, she freaked out for a moment, catching her breath before picking it up and wiping the blade on the demons clothes. She went over to Asher and offered her hand to help him up. As he grasped her own hand she pulled him to his feet and smiled. Turning around, she started for the shop, carefully peering inside. Seeing nothing else moving about, she deemed it was safe enough and she ventured in. Now this was the fun part. It was like finding a needle in a haystack. That's if the needle is infact the haystack at all. She nodded toward one wall of shelves and India headed to the opposite wall, thinking he'd catch her hint.
OF course, the section she had chosen at random was going to be the sex one. Grabbing a book spine, she pulled it out, and curiously glanced at the illustrated pages before snapping it shut. Her eyes went wide and a blush creeped onto her cheeks. Nope, definitely not an english book. Dropping it to the ground, she moved deeper in checking random books and keeping her eyes peeled for a bit of the russian alphabet. She was starting to think this was just hopeless. What if it had an english title and she'd already overlooked it? She growled before knocking an old school metal spinning rack shelf thing over and kicking it for good measure. She felt completely useless!
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Post by Asher Corbeau on Nov 13, 2013 6:25:32 GMT -6
Accepting India's outstretched hand was easy after the near bit experience. He was a bit shaky, and his carelessness was to blame. He would never allow himself to be that careless again. Taking a moment to brush himself off he checked his arm and saw no scratches. A gentle sigh of relief wracked him and he looked from his wrist to the street where the walkers plodded along through the rain. None having noticed the scuffle at the store front. He watched as India walked into the store and he followed her in. Her blonde hair swaying in time with her hips as she headed off down the side of the store. She seemed to immediately start getting frustrated he noticed. Her temper was flaring and she knocked down a spinning metal book rack. They wouldn't find what they were looking for by destroying the store.
At that. Asher headed down the opposite side of the store. Cook books, history, carefully wrapped smut sitting among various gun magazines. Well, it was certainly no Barnes and Nobel, not by any stretch. Everything in the store was accumulating dust. It was hard to believe, with the internet gone places like this were going to be archives of knowledge for future generations. If there were any. The whole idea of having children in this world, infants. It was irresponsible, and a path to getting everyone killed. Children would cry, and everyone would get eaten.
Cooking, cooking, more cooking, ah a farmers almanac from 2005. Great, this store had everything they would never need and no discernible order for which it was sorted. It looked like they just threw books on the shelves. But he wasn't done yet, there had to be something in here. The store was deeper than it was wide, four rows of long book shelves going all the way back to a rear exit. Along the left side of the wall around half way back there was a counter with a register there.Behind the register there looked to be a door leading to some sort of back room.
Just for giggles Asher vaulted the counter and popped the register. About three hundred dollars, he was kind of surprised and beneath the twenties was a key. He picked up the key and looked around, spotting a lock box beneath the counter. Just a slightly rusted green metal container with a padlock. Taking the key down it fit snugly into lock and popped open. Inside the box was a silver medium frame revolver, looked like a .45. Oh, and that wasn't all, a box of ammo, fifty rounds. Placing both gun and ammo in the counter he continued rutting through the box and pulled out a lighter, which he pocketed.
More guns, could never hurt. Jiggling the door handle behind him to the mystery room he found it locked and didn't deem it worth investigating further. Hoping over the counter he pocketed the revolver and the ammo and started down his side of the store. He had made his way into something like the self help area. Religion, art, philosophy. He heard her kicking the stand she knocked over. He was starting to feel her raging frustration.
He was surprised at how badly he actually wanted to communicate with her. He couldn't say that it was strictly to keep them both safe and work better together. He was lonely, living this way got like that. He sometimes caught himself talking to his car after days of silence just to hear his own voice. Even now he might as well be talking to his car for as much good as it was doing talking to her.
But thats why they were there, to solve that little problem. Which by the moment was looking to be harder and harder to do. No lights in here was making the back of the store incredibly dark. He slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out the lighter, Kicking up sparks he lit the lighter leaning in close to the bookshelf. After several minutes of careful scrutiny in the near dark of the store he found it. As unlikely as it may have seemed a dictionary in English and in Russian. Of all places, maybe today wouldn't end up so bad after all.
Quickly walking back up the length of the store he went to India who was standing in a portion of the store that could make even a pervert blush. It was no wonder she was frustrated. He smiled and held up the book so the cover was clearly visible. He would still have to help her learn but they could work on that. Handing the book over to her he noticed that the front of the store was still vacant however a small collective of the brainless monster had taken up silent vigil in the parking lot. They hadn't seemed to notice them in the store and were simply standing around wobbling like any number of scenes from nearly any zombie movie or game. The sad thing was how correct the artists representation of the walking dead had been.
He doubted they would have any real issue getting out of here, there were maybe eight or nine of them standing there, a good thirty feet from the silent bug. Walk out, get in and go. Go, but where? He would worry about that when they got to the bug.
heading to the door he stayed low and pushed it open only enough for him and India to slip out, "Stay down Indiana, no need to upset the locals,"
Staying down low they stealthily made their way back to the vehicle and slid into their respective seats before the dead even had a chance to turn and face them stupidly. By then the bug was shooting across the pavement knocking into the cluster fuck knocking them down away and under the monstrous beetle like macabre bowling pins. That god the attention of the small group of dead men walking out of the town and sent them wandering toward the car.
Asher looked over to India and smiled, as they pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. They were bunching up around the bug now, which was exactly as he wanted.
"Stay calm India,"
He shifted into first and started pushing the dead aside with the wedge on the front of his car. Moving slowly so that the dead followed be hind him he started working the zombies on the street away from the trailer park herding them down the road the way they came out of town.
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Post by Remy Corbeau on Nov 13, 2013 16:00:50 GMT -6
The sky above Remy was getting dark. He could guess it was around five or six o clock but he wasn't quite sure since never being a boy scout and the fact that his watch battery hadn't worked in quite some time. tnk tnk tnk he tapped on the watch "Useless thing" he said with some anger and he ripped it off his wrist and tossed it aside.
A tall youngish looking man found himself standing in the middle of an abandoned road. "Well at least there aren't any biters walking around" he said with a heavy sigh. He stood six feet tall with medium length brown hair. His face was slightly rough like he shaves from time to time. But the thing that stood out when you looked at him was his ice blue eyes. So beautiful they could stop women dead in their tracks and leave them breathless. Unfortunately that doesn't work on the dead. His clothes were normal, Snug fitting white tee that showed off his muscles underneath and loose fitting blue jeans. He had his trusty axe strapped to his back. The axe that helped him chop down trees before the apocalypse happened. Now it just helps him chop down walkers. On his hip was his grandfathers M1911 A1 pistol that he used back in the war. It would be easy enough to replace but since he could still find bullets for it and it was sentimental to him he kept it there.
With him was a young female. Around the age of 23 with brown hair. They met awhile back after Remy escaped from his oldest brother. From then on they have traveled together.
Remy looked all around in hopes to find a vehicle that was some what savable. With hope dying he finely found a vehicle with the driver hanging half way out the window. As he walked up to the car he pulled his axe off his back and with a mighty THUD the dead body was headless. "Better to be safe then dead" he proclaimed to the head that was rolling around his foot. Opening the door and pulling the body out he checked the pockets for keys. "Come on COME ON" he exclaimed in frustration. As he stood up he shoved the car and swore but something caught his ear. Shaking the car again he heard a slight jingle. Hope being restored he checked the ignition and there the keys sit. Turning the key the engine roared to life after three tries.
Throwing it in to drive, Remy was on his was down the road weaving in and out of parked cars. "Where in the hell are all the biters?" He asked as he continued down the road where he came to a stop at an abandoned truck.
Remy noticed a man with a bullet hole in his head propped up against the truck. After a quick cross against his body he checked the pockets of the man only to find one thing. A license that was written on. Remy flipped it over to find that it was actually a picture of his brother. Quickly getting in to his car and traveling forward as fast as the little car would let him he finally saw the black beetle that his brother owned for a long time.
chug-a chug-a chug-a "NO NO NO!" he screamed as he hit the steering wheel. "FUCKING STUPID CAR!" As the car coasted to a stop he watched as the black beetle drove off in to the distance, never knowing that there was life not far behind.
After time of walking he heard a distinct sound of growling in the not to far distance. It was a mixture between biter growls and engine growl. Quickly but quietly running the way heard the ruckus but being careful not to attract attention.
Just as he ducked behind a dumpster he recognized the driver as the one who he's been tracking all this time. His brother. "Who's the blonde?" he whispered to himself as the beetle led the pack of walkers by him unknowingly that there was fresh food for them not far off.
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Post by India Belikov on Nov 14, 2013 18:20:36 GMT -6
"Yeblya bespolezny..."
She was worthless. What use was there of a companion you couldn't even communicate with? She slowly sank into a crouch, her hands moving up and holding her face. She couldn't read shit in the god damn shop. It was like the blind trying to read a fucking book. At times, she did feel blind in this world. What use was she to Asher? In the background she heard him rifling through stuff, probably still intent on searching for a translator book. At least he could actually find it. She stayed in her crouch, her hands moving up to fist in her hair as she grew more frustrated. After a few moments of silence, she heard his approaching footsteps. Lifting her head, she forced herself to gaze up at her savior, even though she's already paid him back in that endeavor. In his hand, her eyes focused on a book.
"Ruski kniga?"
As he handed it to her, she swiftly stood and opened the cover. Holy shit! He found it! A wide grin spread across her lips as she hugged the book to her chest. Finally! She knew learning english was going to be very difficult but she made a promise to herself to attempt it. She was in desperate need of conversation. And India wanted to properly thank him for picking her up on the highway back there. If it wasn't for him, she'd probably be a mindless demon by now. He motioned her over to the front of the store and she instantly followed, dropping into an easy crouch behind him. He spoke again in english, only stay down registering in her head. Good, she could do that.
Back in her seat beside him in the bug, she braced herself as he wedged through the horde and began to lead the stragglers away from the shops and the mobile homes. By then the sky had open up and began to let loose gentle downpour. Thunder rumbled in the distance, but she knew the calmness wouldn't last much longer. They needed to find shelter and fast. She glanced behind them at the mobile home park and got an idea. Pointing back toward the trailers, she fought for words. "Stay..safe?" The trailers were good a place as any, the small twisting roads easier to escape from if needed. Hell, she was sure his car could just plow through a trailer or two. While waiting for a responce she gazed about at the demons following him.
Ugh, disgusting things they were. She found it sad that she didn't even think of them human anymore. They had all had a life before this, a husband or wife, children even. They had loved and lost and felt emotions. Now, their lifeless eyes just gave her the creeps. Sweeping here eyes around, she thought she saw movement behind a dumpster as the black bug rumbled past. But she shook her head, realizing they were probably just more demons. Oh well... Leaning back in her seat, she cracked open the translator and began skimming the pages, already recognizing a handful of the english words. As soon as he could help her pronounce them, she was sure she could get the hang of it...maybe...eventually..
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Post by Brooklyn Arrington on Nov 17, 2013 16:57:42 GMT -6
As she stayed close to Remy's side, Brooklyn stayed silent and watched his actions closely. She could tell he was searching for something. She didn't want to pry in and ask him outright so she kept quiet and just observed. She couldn't help but look him up and down and admire the way he looked. He wore a snug fitting white tee and it showed off his very luscious muscles. He also wore loose fitting blue jeans that were good for fast movement. She was extremely happy she found someone to travel with that wouldn't slow her down. In fact, she fully enjoyed his company. They didn't need to talk much to know what the other was thinking. Brooklyn wore a snug fit tank top with tight blue jeans that she could move easily in. She stood 5'4 at 130 pounds. She was a little on the short side, but she did not mind it, in fact she preferred it. She was very proud of how she looked, not prideful, but she was content. Her long brown hair was up in a messy bun on top of her head to keep her hair out of her face while she traveled with Remy.
While Remy searched for a working vehicle, she stayed close to him as he found a dead body hanging out of a car window. She watched as Remy pulled out his axe and chopped the head off of the dead body and rolled in front of him. She heard him say, "Come on, COME ON" in frustration and she didn't want to bother him so she stepped to the side to stay out of the way. As she witnessed Remy getting in the car, she quickly reached the other side and climbed in. She barely had enough time to get in before he sprung it into gear and took off. "Where the hell are all the biters?" he asked. "Beats me" she replied. She was wary as she kept glancing around outside the car watching for the biters. After a little while, Remy had stopped the car and got out to look at a truck with a man with a bullet hole in his head. She opened the car door and stood by the car waiting to see what he would do.
She saw him approach the car at a quick pace and quickly got back in. Not too far ahead was a black beetle, she didn't know who was in it, but it was someone that Remy knew. She could tell by the way he tried to catch up. Just their luck, the car they were in started to make noises like it ran out of gas. As their car slowed, the black beetle grew ever so much further away. Remy seemed enraged by this and he pounded on the steering wheel with alot of force. It scared her a little bit to see him that way. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder, "Come on, we should try to keep going before we end up in trouble" she said gently. She carefully removed her hand to open up the car door and got out to stand by the car. Remy followed her actions and got out of the car, and they both continued down the road in the same direction as the black beetle.
The walked for a while before they both heard noises like growling and distinct car sounds. She followed Remy quietly to the direction of the ruckus so they would not get noticed but she wanted to stay close to him. The worst thing that could happen right now is being too far apart from each other and not being able to help the other person. So she kept close knit to him. She saw him duck behind a dumpster and she followed him over to it. "What do you see?" she asked him almost in a whisper. She couldn't quite make out what he was saying because he whispered, but it sounded like he said "Who's the blonde?" And she couldn't help but look over the dumpster and see a dark haired man and a blonde haired girl. "Remy, do you know them?" she asked him quietly. |
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Post by Asher Corbeau on Nov 17, 2013 20:19:38 GMT -6
Revving his engine once more just outside of the Beaver Carpet warehouse for good measure he checked his rearview to get a glimpse of the crowd he had following him. It was pretty sizable. He smiled, not too bad. Accelerating and shifting into 2nd, then 3rd he stopped and spun the wedged bug around to face the shambling mass of townspeople. It was eerie how they moved together. Like a flock of rotting pigeons, arms outstretched or hanging limp at their side as they stumbled forward.
"Hold on India, its going to get a little rough. Can't have them following us back to the town can we?"
Accelerating, tires slipping just for a moment on the moist pavement before catching and launching them forward with a slight squeal Asher gunned it toward the zombies. No blades, he could still mangle these.
Watching the speedometer, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, fifty five, impact. He ran into the zombies like an overly glorious bowling ball. Some went flying off to the side with a thud, others were knocked over and ran over, some crunched sickeningly under tires.
The loose horde did little in the way of impeding his conquest , the speedometer still rose as he plowed his way through : sixty, seventy. Thats where he leveled off and started dropping the speed down. They had made it through with only one of the dead getting stuck momentarily on the hood before sliding off onto the pavement.
Yipping in excitement, he shifted down into fourth and rolled along at a steady forty. He smiled at the amount of torque his creation could put out. He just never assumed he would be using it to man handle his way through what were once people. He felt like he were playing Grand Theft Auto, but he couldn't feel like that. Feel like that and he knew who he'd turn into. He couldn't let that happen.
Pulling a little sideways, he glanced back at the horde he'd just run through. Sure, many of them were still walking, but alot of them were crawling, mangled. That would slow them down, for sure. Pulling off into the grass, he muscled up a slight hill onto someones front yard to break line of sight with the remaining horde of the walking dumbs. He let out a sigh of relief and let it rack him.
"We're almost home for the night India, not much longer now,"
He started rolling down the empty drive to the road and turned onto the empty highway that lead into town. It wasn't completely empty but it would do. They wouldn't have a hundred some dead men following them into the trailer park. Now they simply had to contend with what was in the trailer park.
Which as it turned out wasn't very much at all. A couple stray zombies were meandering about, some of which he ran over. Just as they looked from trailer to trailer they found a tan and brown single toward the back of the park toward the cemetery. How fitting.
Parking the bug right outside the small deck so that they could make a quick escape if need be Asher hopped out of the Car just as it started downpouring intensely. This was the kind of storm you didn't even want to be in a trailer for. The wind was whipping violently against his cheeks, the rain feeling like many a needle. The world didn't care about the struggle of the ant or man, no the world was going to be just fine.
Grabbing his rifle, another magazine of ammo and his hookah supplies he approached the door and tried it. Finding it locked he placed a quick silenced shot into the locking mechanism. The door opened easily after that leading to a fully furnished living room with aged brown carpeting. Over all it appeared to be a semi modern living space, with a door leading off to a bedroom on the right, a full kitchen and bar on the left and a long hallway beyond that.
Setting down his hookah in the kitchen, he Immediately began a sweep of the trailer, not finding any of the dead he pushed the fridge down in front of the door he had broke the lock on. So much for a quick get away, it's alright, they would only be here for the night. Besides he now controlled the lock on the back door. They could still get out easily.. Just not through that door.
In a couple minutes he had his hookah packed and basin filled. Just a mint kind of night he thought as he placed the first coal on the bowl, followed by a quick second. He placed his gun leaning on the side of the couch and sat up the hookah on the coffee table. This was going to feel so good, he was right.
As he sat down his aching back released his tension and he began to draw on the hose with his eyes closed just savoring the simple pleasure that had once been so common place for him.
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Post by India Belikov on Nov 17, 2013 21:52:13 GMT -6
When they reached the end of the town, or well the beginning of it as she recognized some stores, he spoke to her. However, she couldn't really understand him over the roar of the beetle. She dropped the book into her bag between her knees and braced herself as he spun about and began to charge the horde. One hand locked on the door and the other gripped the dash infront of her. She gritted her teeth as she prepared for impact. India jerked forward as they slammed into the first wave. "Yebat' !" The beetle rammed itself through the demons. Out of the corners of her eyes she could see them flying back and under the car. Yep, definitely a good thing that she didn't see them as people anymore or else this would be just terrible.
He pulled up a grassy hill, the beetle slipped out of eyesight. "I chto teper'?" Out of habit, she spoke in russian and rose a brow as he responded. No way he could've understood her so maybe he was just stating something or other. As Asher drove down the driveway and heading back into town, she eased up on her hold on the bug and tried to relax a bit. Glancing down at her clothes she grimaced. Definitely going to need a change of clothes. Looking out the window she got an idea. When they found a place she was going to wash her damn clothes for sure. As Asher pulled into the trailer park, she gazed out the window at the storm that begun to rage around them. It wasn't horrible just yet, but the wind had definitely picked up and the rain fell harder. The thunder that rumbled overhead was close to the point of shaking their car.
Asher drove down through the park and settled on a trailer near the very back. It seemed adequate enough. He jumped out and began to grab supplies so she followed suit, taking up her backpack and a smaller box of food from behind her seat. Following him up the deck, she huddled close to him as the wind stung their flesh. He shot his way inside and as soon as they took shelter, she stuck with the supplies while he did a quick sweep of the trailer. Apparently he found nothing of concern and begun to move the fridge infront of the door he shot open. Putting her stuff down, she helped him nudge it into place.
She watched him settle onto the couch with his strange vase thing. While he went about setting it up with a bottle of what looked like murky water, she decided to explore the place. It was a decent size, two bed one bath. She tried the faucets and pursed her lips when nothing came out. Figures. Going into the kitchen she started looking through cabinets and grinned when she found a huge pot. Going to the back door, she peered out the window into the storm. The sky had grown alot darker but from what she could tell, there were no demons close by. Unlocking the door she set the pot on the back steps letting it fill with rainwater. Heading back to the bathroom, she found a rag and plugged the drain. Grabbing her backpack from the living room, she watched Asher curiously as he smoked through the hose thing. She shook her head, tossed her bag in the bathroom and retreived the pot full of water and dumped it into the tub. She filled the pot three more times.
Rummaging through some cabinets she found some detergent and mixed it in with the tub water. Finnaly, she was getting clean clothes!! She dumped the clothes from her bag and simply stripped of the ones she wore leaving her in a pale yellow cotton bra and panties. At this point, she could care less if Asher saw her like this. She wanted clean clothes before her modesty. Speaking of clean clothes, she wandered back into the living room with a dirty shirt and the bottle of detergent. Lifting them both, she nodded toward the bathroom then motioned to him with the jug. Hopefully he understood what she was trying to explain to him. If he had anything he wanted washed he better give it up now. "Clean? You ...clean? Shirt?" Fuckign english, she hoped she said it right.
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Post by Asher Corbeau on Nov 17, 2013 23:01:37 GMT -6
Blowing thick lazy smoke rings across the dark living room trailer, Asher lazed for the first time in what seemed like forever. Watching the diminutive blonde scamper around the trailer, looking around it seemed he paid her little mind and looked at all the windows making sure the curtains were drawn. It left the trailer in near total darkness besides the faint red glow of his coals. The frequent flash lightning lit up the trailer for split seconds at a time. He was almost tempted to light a candle or two, these curtains looked extremely thick and he doubted candle light would draw the dead.
Wrapping the hose tenderly around the stem of his hookah he stood up and started rummaging through drawers in the kitchen. This place still looked like a home, barely any dust had settled here. This trailer was loved, and he guessed was the home to an elderly couple. A set of best grandparents mugs gave him the hint.
It was then, two drawers beneath the one containing all the silverware that he discovered a large three wick candle and a bunch of smaller ones. He pulled out the large candle and took a plate from the sink strainer, he set both on the coffee table and lit the candles with the lighter he found out the book store. The candle cast weak shadows on the walls and he knew then that there was no way that the candle could be seen from the outside. Never the less, he went to each window and made sure the curtains were drawn tight.
Convinced that the candle was no threat he lay back down on the couch and took the hose to his hookah to his lips again, inhaling deeply and releasing thick lazy rings straight up to the ceiling. He wasn't sure what he would do without these rare moments of peace. Things seemed almost normal, power outage maybe, that and he never lived in a trailer, it seemed like not a bad way to live after all.
Not a bad way to live until his stomach ate its self just then. He ignored it, he'd been far hungrier before and he wanted to make the supplies last. However, he would make it a point to raid all the kitchen cabinets for non-perishable food items, they had to have a can of kidney beans or something sitting around. But for now, he was going to relax.
Asher heard the rear door open and he bolted upright reaching for his rifle, but looking over the bar down the hall to the back door he realized it was just India, looked like she was carrying a pan maybe. He shrugged when she didnt seem alarmed. He had to trust her atleast to look before opening a door. He wasn't sure what she was doing but she had to do what she had to do.
Relaxing back into the cushions of the plush couch he withdrew the hand gun that he had discovered at the book store and sat it and the box of ammunition on the coffee table. He chuckled a little, thinking about how the one time grandparent owners of the house would have deplored his behavior.
The shadows flickered across dark family portraits and an old projection style television. The whole place seemed so sad, just like any survivors left would be. He felt for this place, and knew its pain. He shook his head and looked at the rings as they flickered over the candle, light splashing on them in the way only flame could. There still was beauty in the world. He nearly choked on his smoke though when the eighth natural wonder of the world came walking into the flickering candle light clad in nothing but her underwear.
"You're doing laundry?" Asher laughed, of all things to be worried about, she was doing laundry.
"Alright, alright, " He smelled his shirt and knew at that moment, yes, it was time for it to be cleaned. He would have to figure out a way to clean himself at some point.
Stripping out of his shirt, he stood up, gingerly laying his hose down around his hookah he walked over to her and handed her his shirt. He wasn't ashamed of how he looked, he knew he wasn't in perfect shape but the slight definition of his muscle was there beneath a thin layer of dark chest hair. He wasn't chiseled by any means but give him time and a couple more close calls and people who knew him from the old world wouldn't recognize him. He bet some of them even now wouldn't .
Running a hand through his hair as he approached her, he tried not to look at her body and handed his long sleeved grey work short to her.
"uhhh, pasibo, India," he put a hand back in his hair and turned around trying to not notice as the raven on his bicep seemed to caw at him in the flickering light, or the woman that was nearly naked behind him holding his shirt.
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Post by India Belikov on Nov 17, 2013 23:28:31 GMT -6
She smiled as he handed her his shirt, she bunched the one she held in her hand under up arm as she accepted his own. She giggled when he tried to say thank you. "Net. Spasibo. Spah-sibo." She pointed to his white shirt and jeans he still wore but shrugged when he shook his head no. Eh, suit yourself. Turning on her heel she headed back and begun to scrub everything clean. Funny how she was kneeling there doing laundry while he lazed about in the living space smoking whatever he was smoking. The vase thing did look familiar, like she'd seen something like it before but she just couldn't recall the memory. Once everything was washed, she carefully rinsed it with the last pot of water before hanging everything up over the curtain rod of the tub. Turning to the window, she opened it a crack letting the wind inside. Sure it would chill the place out but the air movement would help dry the clothes a bit faster. Picking up her bag, she dropped it next to him as she passed the couch heading into what seemed like the master bedroom. Well, she couldn't very well waltz around naked while their clothes were drying now could she?
Yes, she didn't care if he saw her body or not but she didn't want to get cold dammit. As she searched through the closets she found a thick sweater and pulled it over her head. She also slipped on a pair of socks she'd found and grabbed a blanket before heading back into the living room with him. Settling down on the couch beside him, she drew up the blanket and yawned softly. Today had been a huge day for her. Normally she would've been on her own, walking and most likely caught in this storm or dead. She looked over to him and her pale eyes caught sight of his tattoo. She admired it for a moment before quickly turning her face away when he caught her staring. So... now what?
As they settled into comfortable silence she let her eyes linger on the flame of the candle as it danced playfully. Getting an idea, she leaned forward, grabbing her bag and rummaged through it before pulling out the translator. She tossed it onto his lap before standing up and waltzing to the box of food she brought in with them. Pulling out two cans she heading into the kitchen and was glad to find a handheld can opener. Getting to work, she opened the cans, poured the contents into clean bowls she found and a pair of forks. Returning to the sofa, she handed him a bowl and pulled the blanket over herself once more getting comfortable in one corner of the couch while he occupied the other. Well, as the storm raged on outside, it was a fine time to start teaching her english.
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Post by Remy Corbeau on Nov 18, 2013 10:44:19 GMT -6
The winds started whipping up and Remy knew that in no time there would be a storm upon them. Looking up the clouds already started dropping and the sun was hidden from view. Not knowing if it set or not he tore his eyes from the clouds just in time to watch the all to familiar beetle plow through the pile of zombies like a snow plow clears a road. Forcing to stifle his laugh he looked back at Brooklyn.
Knowing she just asked him who they were he elected to ignore it. It was to soon for her to know that the man he's been tailing for awhile was in fact his older brother. It was for her own safety that way if something bad were to happen she wouldn't have to know what was going on between him and his other brothers.
"We need to keep moving" he said starting to stand up. Peering around the corner he saw a few of the monsters still walking around. "Typical, always doing things half assed" he said under his breath.
Moving silently passed the few remaining biters they headed towards the last place the beetle was seen moving. Following the trail of run downed zombies He saw the beetle parked next to a trailer. "Brook" He turned and looked at the shorter female. "Stay hidden." he told her as he bent down and picked up a rock. Waiting for her to move out of sight he tossed the rock through the window of the trailer adjacent to the occupied one hoping that it would catch somebody's attention.
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Post by Brooklyn Arrington on Nov 18, 2013 12:42:46 GMT -6
Remy had not answered her question about the people they were following. She understood that it was not the right time to talk about it. She let the subject go without pushing it further. Instead of answering, he just looked at her and she gave a slight nod to make him understand she would not push the issue. She instead just looked towards the direction that the two people were traveling. 'I guess we go that way, towards the biters...' she thought to herself.
"We need to keep moving" he had interrupted her thoughts as he stood up. She heard him once again whisper under his breath. He had been doing that alot lately. She was interested in what he said but she didn't have the courage to ask him since he wouldn't answer her last question. He started to quietly move around the remaining biters and she followed in suit.
As they came closer to a few trailers, she noticed the same black beetle parked at one of the trailers. Remy was very intent on following these two. She had no idea why, but she was getting very nervous with the whole situation. She was very highly wanting to ask but still, she kept her mouth shut. She had in fact been very interested in asking alot of things lately, but Remy made her too nervous to ask. She had never felt like that before. But she had never really taken an interest in anyone like that before. It was...disturbing.
"Brook" she heard her name called as Remy turned to look at her. He gave her a slightly stern and worrying look as he said "Stay hidden." She nodded in response to let Remy know she had heard him, and she bent down and hid behind some shrubs before he picked up a rock and threw it at the window of one of the trailers adjacent to the one the black beetle was parked at. "Remy, what are you doing? Someone might hear you" she whispered from behind the shrubs. |
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Post by Asher Corbeau on Nov 18, 2013 13:57:27 GMT -6
Well, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what the half naked woman wanted from him now. Looking around while the wind howled outside preventing him from hearing any crashes on nearby trailers he reached for the medium frame revolver and handed it to her butt first. "Gun, Gun, pistol, India Gun," Holding it out to her, he waited for her to repeat it before giving it over. Once she repeated it he picked up his rifle, and said "My Gun, Asher gun, my gun," Emphasizing ownership by pulling the rifle close. He shook his head, this was going to be hard, he had never taught anyone english before. He didn't really know where to start. The alphabet? No, children learned to speak before they learned to read. So the lesson continued, in the middle of the apocalypse : Asher walking around the trailer, point at things and having her repeat them. Then after a while going back to the same objects and having her repeat them from memory. Especially emphasizing food, at least if she could learned to say what she needed she could at least say food, or hungry. Hungry which he emphasized by point at his open mouth and rubbing his belly then taking a bite of the food. He wasn't sure if she would catch on yet but he kept trying anyway. Oh... an important one. Pulling India by the hand to lean up against the back of the couch he pulled the curtain aside slightly and peeked out. Looking through the storm past his car he saw a stumbling person walking as though it wasn't downpouring. As though it couldn't feel the cold seeping into its bones. Asher pulled the curtain aside further so that she could see and his face became serious. He pointed. "Bunny," |
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Post by Remy Corbeau on Nov 18, 2013 14:16:43 GMT -6
Remy stood there as the wind ripped around him causing the rain to pelt him sideways. "This bloody wind is a nuisance" he said not being able to hear himself. Turning towards Brooklyn he attempted to yell "Im gonna look around" but still unable to hear himself he scuffed his brows and made a circle motion and pointed to the trailer.
"Wonderful day to try and contact your brother" he said while walking toward the trailer to circle it. "Now if he doesn't let you stay you get to go back out in to this sh..." His voice trailed off as he rounded the corner and noticed a window open. "Who in the hell leaves a window open in this damn monsoon!?" he flustered with anger. He creeped over to the window but its not like anybody could hear him. Looking around and noticing they were both crouched staring at the window he started to lift the open one even higher.
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