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Post by Shane Walsh on Sept 25, 2013 20:23:04 GMT -6
The return of Rick from the land of the dead had brought about many changes within the group of survivors. First of all it had abruptly ended the budding relationship he had with Lori. She seemed to look at him now with nothing more then disgust, angry at him for not waiting for her husband in the beginning. Now he was pushed aside from her and she seemed to delight in hanging Carl over his head. Shane had always been there for Carl, from the time he was a tiny baby, and to be denied that was hard. With Rick's return the group seemed to shift away from his leadership and more readily follow the new guy. Which annoyed him to no end, seeing every decision that Rick made as a mistake. They had left camp to visit the CDC, in a vain attempt to help Jim. Jim however did not even make the journey to the center, dying along the way. Most likely he was wandering the woods like the other walkers, his last wish was to be reunited with his family. They had arrived at the CDC under the assumption of safety and a new start. Jenner had provided them with a tomb, the luxury of one day was all they had. Within a day the entire complex had been blown sky high, the doctor going out with his research.
Now they were on the road once again, and to go where? The world was obviously dead and gone. The walkers had destroyed everything in sight, and with each passing mile he felt more depressed. Seeing the empty cars, that reminder of how quickly the world went to shit. His knuckles clenched on the table for a moment. His eyes looking around for a moment before they fell on Andrea, who was trying to learn how to put her gun back together. He admired her willingness to survive given that her sister had died only a few days ago.
Shane watched her as she worked, letting her go about it alone for the moment. He wasn't sure how he was going to teach her this, she seemed frazzled. Then again, the entire group seemed to feel frazzled. From the front of the RV, he heard a muffled curse. Glancing out the window he saw what the curse was about, a pile up. That high way was blocked off entirely, and he knew it would be awhile before they could progress any further. Though it seemed Dale was going to try and wiggle his way through the cars, and he held his breath.
Bad luck seemed to be on their side as the hose once again blew, stalling the RV and forcing them to stop. Dale muttered a curse, and the look of disgust on his face was obvious. The hose was constantly breaking, this was the third time recently. A part of him wanted to suggest leaving the RV behind entirely. Though it offered a sense of safety and a relic of a lost time as well. It wouldn't be happening any time soon, at least if Dale had his way. Shane quietly joined them outside, looking at the cars with a sense of disbelief. It didn't take long for Daryl to start raiding nearby vehicles, and it seemed like a brilliant idea despite Lori's look of utter disapproval of it. She saw this place as a graveyard and indeed it was.
They needed supplies, to continue on without them seemed real foolish. He opened his mouth for a moment to say something but decided against it. The last thing he wanted was more scorn from her, to see her face darken. Instead, he busied himself with finding supplies, completely unaware of the danger that was very slowly lurking it's way down the high way.
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Post by victoriafoster on Oct 2, 2013 13:07:05 GMT -6
Victoria crept through the trees, her eyes jumping from open space to road.Her nerves had been frayed from her her all too recent encounter with a member of the undead. Thankfully it had only been one. She clutched her bleeding arm, a souvenir of scrambling to flee. She’d been surviving for 8 months now, 6 of those months had been the trip from Texas to where ever she was. Somewhere down south. Her holster dug against her thigh, a now familiar weight since she had stolen it from a dead soldier’s body before having to shoot him again, making the deadly assumption that he had been gone for good. She a soldier now, fighting to stay alive in the presence of the dead and the living.
She finally felt safe enough to leave the relative safety of the trees, her feet carrying her to the cracked line of pavement. A few flies buzzed around the carcass of walker that had been put out of it’s misery. Victoria skirted around it and kept walking, a mixture of fear and hope rising in her throat. Hope, because the walker had been shot. Shots meant people. Fear because not all people were good, even more so now. Sweat dripped down her neck, making an uncomfortable decent toward her white shirt. She shielded her eyes against the sun, squinting into the distance. What was that? It looked like a motor home. Victoria was torn between increasing her steps and slowing down in fear. In the end she chose the latter, her gaze locked on the new structure. Her grip on the wound went slack for the moment, her hand resting on her gun. There were human figures surrounding it, and as much as she hated to kill, it might be overrun.
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Post by Charlie Aberdeen on Oct 2, 2013 17:10:45 GMT -6
Ahh, the open road. Nothing but a thousand pounds of metal separating her from the burning asphalt of northbound Highway 85. Hazel eyes lazily scanned the horizon as she drove along at 45 mph. Sure it was slow, but it was saving the caravan gas. Flicking her eyes into the left side view mirror, she quickly made sure the other two vehicles were close behind her. There was about twelve to her group and normally they could all easily pile into the minivan that carefully rode her own car's ass, they recently had stumbled upon a handful of abandoned cars in a parking lot. The loot mostly derived of clothing, a couple flimsy knives and four boxes of ammo. Two of shotgun shells and two of .9mm. Of course the girls of the party just had to take as much clothes as they could grab.
Sooner or later, some damn sense will be knocked into their skulls, but for the moment their leader let them grab the useless shit. Returning her eyes to the hood of her car, she made a face in annoyance. The vehicle was nothing but a piece of foreign junk, fucking Toyota. She preferred Dodge, Chevy and Fords. But her hybrid thing would have to do for now, at least it was light on gas. She was just damn happy to have half a tank. Thinking about her tank, she reached over to the empty passenger seat and grabbed the walkie-talkie, pulling it up toward her face. She glanced at the side mirror again as she pushed the button down to talk.
"Charlie to Beau, how's that tank looking bud?" Releasing the button, she again focused on the road while she waited for a response from the minivan behind her. "Beau to Charlie, we're looking at a little under half. Over" Ah, good news. She was glad that Beau was the one who was working the van. He was in his late fifties, had a good head on his shoulders and had a darling little wife, Ida. They had been neighbors of Charlie's parents for as long as she could remember and she was lucky to find them alive and okay when things got bad back home. Ida had even managed to save little Susannah, her eight year old newly orphaned niece. NO!
[/i] Charlie quickly blinked her eyes, effectively stalling the threat of tears. She swallowed the bile at the back of her throat and focused on the road. She was not gonna let him into her thoughts right now. She needed to get her group somewhere safe before she'd even allow his memories into her head. Clearing her throat, she spoke into her walkie once more. "Charlie to Earl, how about you? What are we looking at?" Looking at the mirror, she could scantily see the small Escort bringing up the rear of the caravan. Earl was in his mid forties, never married, and used to work as a security guard for the local Bank. He wasn't all that talkative or anything, but at least he knew how to fucking shoot. "Earl to Charlie, we uh..you're not gonna like this. We got about an eighth of a tank left, ma'am." Hazel eyes narrowed as she glared at the walkie talkie. "The fuck Earl? You know the damn rules! Let me know when you're at a fourth! Is an Eighth a Fourth, Earl?"Thumping her head back into the head rest, Charlie groaned softly. Well, it looks like they're gonna have to make another stop again. Unless.. "Does anyone have any spare gas containers or are those out?" "Negative Charlie." Ugh, of fucking course not. Rolling her eyes, she guided the the group around an abandoned car in the middle of the road. "Alright then, guess we'll have to find a good place to hunt us some gas, maybe even rest up a bit. My damn ass is getting sore." Tossing the walkie back onto the seat she leaned back. They've been on the road for a good three or four hours now, so Charlie definitely felt the need to get her legs moving again. It was another twenty minutes or so when she noticed something on the opposite side of the highway, a good two hundred yards ahead of them. A wide grin split her face as she slowly edged her car to the very left end of the road. Well lookie there, a pileup. Just what they needed. A bunch of abandoned cars chock full of gas. She reached for her walkie again. "Hey Y'all!! We got us a car lot coming up on our left here. Jus' reminding y'all to be careful, don't wander off too far and don't git bit. Keep your eyes peeled for biters or folks, you never know how peoples gonna act now-a-days."[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]
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Daryl Dixon
Walker
Shoot Me Again, Best Prey Im Dead.
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Post by Daryl Dixon on Oct 3, 2013 22:21:34 GMT -6
Daryl never thought in a million years he would find the world that he belonged in. He grew up in a broken home, often times fleeing to his cousins house just to get away from his abusive old man. He grew up with basically no one else raising him. So when the dead began to walk, Daryl found what he was good at, the world he was basically made for. Being a backwoods redneck with no strong adult male role model turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to Daryl, in a weird messed up, sort of way.
The best part was, he had his brother Merle with him. The only person Daryl trusted blindly, and the only one that ever was there for him growing up, though he wasn't always there. That was until a few days ago when a man named Rick ruined everything for Daryl. They looked all over for Merle, but the tough son of a bitch cut off his own hand and fled, god knew where he was now, all Daryl knew was the group wanted to pack up and leave, leave Merle behind again. Daryl doubted Merle would make his way up to the Quarry, not to be with this sorry lot.
So Daryl had a choice, be alone and try to make it by himself, or go with the rest of the group to the CDC and hope there is a cure or something, anything there. Daryl may have been stubborn, maybe he wasn't raised the best way possible, maybe he wasn't the brightest of the bunch, but he was smart enough to know, that even he was not gonna make it alone in this world, against millions of walkers, against other humans also fighting for survival. He would make a go of it, maybe last awhile, but in the end, alone meant dead, and Daryl knew that.
So he went with them, and it was the biggest waste of time ever. They had one good meal, Daryl got shit faced drunk, and then the doctor tried to blow them all up before they were right back in the same place they started from. Bunch of garbage it was, but here Daryl road his brothers motorcycle down the highway, looking for anything, shelter, supplies, safety. That was his concern right now, and maybe one day he would be able to get his brother back, or his cousins, or find a home that he can stay in, something, anything, it didn't matter what.
Things went from bad to worse as the caravan soon pulled up to a pileup. Great... So they asked Daryl if there was a way through, naturally. He scouted up ahead a ways and found a narrow path that would take some pushing of cars out of the way, to get the hunk of junk RV through, but it was doable. He went to tell the others when he heard a snap and a hissing sound coming from said pile of junk RV. Great, their goes Dale's Radiator hose. They were gonna be stuck here awhile now, but at least they could loot the cars for supplies and gas.
He saw the look of disgust on Lori's face. Sure, maybe it was disrespectful to look through this "graveyard". But it was now about one thing, survival, and if she didn't like it, she didn't have to participate, but they needed this stuff. Clothes, food, water, gas, medicine. She would just have to suck it up. Daryl looked over at Shane's face and saw a similar though process going through his mind. They needed it, no ifs ands or buts. So he continued searching while Dale went to find a suitable radiator hose.
Daryl thought he heard something, a familiar rumbling on the highway, something he hasn't felt since before the dead began to rise from the grave, other cars perhaps coming the other direction. As proven with Dr. Jenner, other people now a days were crazy, and Daryl had to expect the worst. Keep his guard up and maybe they would all survive, if a pack of goons didn't come up behind them that was. Daryl made a whistling sound to Rick, a warning that they weren't alone and to be on their guard, at least it wasn't walkers, for now.
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Post by margo on Oct 4, 2013 17:05:09 GMT -6
It wasn’t a pleasant feeling when in a car but in a car stuck with her family and others it was bothering Margo quiet a bit. It wasn’t as bothersome sitting between Wolfgang and Aila but she still would of loved her own space even though that would most likely not be happening with the circumstances of the apocalypse. She kept tapping her zebra stripped pen on the notebook biting her lip trying to think of some more things to right down that she missed. She felt the look from Wolfgang as he had mentioned that she put down a bed. The dark eyed girl just nodded and played it all nonchalant even though she couldn’t believe she had forgotten something so simple and normal as a bed. She jabbed it down and closed the notebook knowing that if she wrote anymore the thought of her mother would come to mind. Even though it happened two months ago it could be ages until she felt less of a person without her mother as she still missed her greatly.
Her dark eyes glanced around to see what was going on around in her surroundings. She saw her sister Janina talking with her father about supplies and others things. The thought of interrupting got into her mind but she passed it and let the thought go away. As the car kept driving and hearing the voice on the walkie talkie she heard the telling about some type of car lot. She blew some air out of her mouth relieved that she would get a chance to stretch her legs. Mostly because her left leg had fell asleep and even though she disliked the pins and needles feeling when she would start feeling it better. Being able to move was more important to her just in the case of walkers. The mere thought of walkers crept into her mind and she looked at her younger sister Aila and took notice that she was looking at a family album. It hadn’t been the most important thing the tan girl would of thought of looking at as the thought of beaches and school just seemed like long ago memories even though they weren’t that far away. A smiled had crept on her face when her Aila had already noticed she was glancing and she pointed out a older picture of all of them at a beach in Puerto Rico. Of course she was a much younger then about six or seven playing in the sand trying to bury a younger Janina with Aila help as well shown in the image. The emotions hit her like a like a needle to the skin pleasant at first but then you feel that its still in your skin and it sometimes hurt. It was one of those sometimes moments were she wished she could go back to those times and maybe the whole walker’s problem was just a dream. The young girl could only hope of such foolish thoughts as the vehicle kept going.
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Post by Carol Peletier on Oct 7, 2013 15:32:28 GMT -6
Fort Benning. It was another seventy five or more miles away. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her blue eyes turned away from the window to the two kids at her side. A soft smile curved her lips as they spoke about seeing the Grand Canyon one day. Rick, god bless him, told Sophia they wouldn't go without them. She hugged her daughter close, brushing a kiss upon her head before shifting her legs. It's been a little over two months since she met Lori and the group and she couldn't be happier to be with them. If Ed hadn't died, he probably would've made them go off on their own, and lord knows they wouldn'tve survived. Glancing at Rick and Lori in the front seats, she knew she was safe, that Sophia was safe. As their tan jeep followed the RV, she wondered how the others were doing in there. Dale, Andrea, Glenn, T-Dog and Shane. And poor Daryl on his bike leading? Hopefully they didn't run into anything. But no sooner than the words sounded in her head, the caravan stopped. Glancing out the window she could see a huge pile up. There had to be at least fifty cars and trucks abandoned there. Taking a deep breath, she muttered a prayer as the three vehicles edged slowly through the maze. It looked like today just wasn't their day as the radiator hose in the RV broke again. As soon as Rick parked the jeep, Carol decided to follow and see what their next plan of action will be. She held Sophia's hand as she neared the front of the RV. She glanced around at the "graveyard" as Lori called it. Well, at least they could easily fix the hose from the supplies all around them. Speaking of supplies, she and Sophia began to idly search through the cars for anything useful. As they walked along, she winced as she saw random corpses still belted in. "Kids, don't look." She reached for Sophia and gently urged her along ahead of her. In the trunk of another, she found a beautiful red dress that was surprisingly her size. She pulled the dress against her figure, admiring it with a wistful smile. She felt Lori's eyes on her, and looking up, she smiled sheepishly. "Ed never let me wear nice things like this.." She sighed softly before tossing the dress back inside only to pull out a suitcase. "We're gonna need clothes." As Carl and Sophia wandered down a bit, she looked up when Lori told Carl to stay near. Carol looked to Sophia, telling her the same as she returned to rummaging through the suit case.
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Post by Shane Walsh on Oct 8, 2013 10:36:39 GMT -6
After hearing the brief discussion between Carol and Lori, he turned away to do something more productive. Truth be told it was obvious that the two women come from two completely different worlds. Sometimes he had the desire to mention that to Lori, that perhaps Carol never had a 'cushy' life style and had struggled. It was obvious to him from the time he had met her and her family. Ed had seemed to fit the asshole stereotype quite well, he had seen the type countless times during his career as a officer. Instead of vocalizing anything however, he just gave Carol a brief smile and moved off to explore the abandoned cars. Shane had grown cold towards the horror of this new world, the rotting bodies didn't even make him cringe anymore. Frankly he was glad that they were just dead, not walking dead. He kept his senses on high alert, his fingers lightly brushing the gun at his side. The others started searching the cars, and much to his disbelief he came across a water truck.
One of those bottled water trucks, and he hoped that perhaps some was left. With a grunt he pulled the back door open, and laughed to himself. The truck had been completely untouched, and his hand greedily pulled a tab, allowing the water to pour over his head and shoulders. The water was cool and offered instant relief from the sun and heat, a cry of almost pure joy escaped him as he stood there enjoying this moment. Though it was interrupted by the short whistle from Daryl, his head jerked up to look around. There were no walkers roaming nearby, so what could he be warning them of? Shane peered through the cars and listened to the distance rumble of other. People. He didn't like people anymore.
In most cases people were dangerous, more so then the walkers that desired flesh. Though he was open to giving people a chance if they proved themselves to the group or offered something good to trade. Backing away from the water truck, he pulled the back down to hide this precious asset from prying eyes. Stepping away from the truck itself he slowly made his way towards the RV and other vechicles. He was seeking Rick out subconciously, his best friend usually knew which direction to steer the group. Even if they didn't agree on every decision he made for them.
Shane stopped near the RV, watching the other members of the group in silence. Perhaps they should regroup for a moment. Wit other humans nearby it was probably safer for all involved. "Hey guys.. get over here.." He called out sharply, and moved to pull his gun from it's holster. How he hoped this meeting of groups would benefit all involved and not just end in a blood bath or violence.
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Post by victoriafoster on Oct 11, 2013 17:51:27 GMT -6
The rumbling of another set of tires announced something Victoria had never experienced. Two groups of survivors meeting. She ducked behind the car pile up, hoping none of the blood would lead a drip trail right to her. It looked like be a fight, and she didn’t want to get caught. She was a stranger caught in the cross fire. The group she had been approaching looked friendlier than the other one, but maybe that was due to to the fact she had glimpsed a child. She ducked lower, peering under the car as the footsteps trampled past her. The scent of death warmed over almost made her choke, as the car she was hiding behind still held it’s previous owner. Victoria held her breath, waiting for the prophesied gunshot that would start a war. She was safer on the sidelines, but if something did happen she was siding with the white RV group. If no one made it at least she would supplies to pick over and a car o carrying her away from the carnage of human greed and violence.
(I apologize for the shortness, I wasn't sure what you all wanted to do ^^'')
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Post by Charlie Aberdeen on Oct 13, 2013 18:55:05 GMT -6
Driving ever so closer, Charlie eased on the brakes a tad. The were currently on the northbound side of the highway and it looked to her the majority of the site was on the southbound. Weaving around solitary cars, she eased the grey Matrix onto the grass of the median and gingerly headed to the other side. The grass really is greener on the other side, huh? She smirked to herself as the thought popped into her head. Glancing out the side mirrors, she made sure that the others were following just as easily. They couldn't afford getting stuck now, they were are tired and irritated as it was. As soon as they got gas, Charlie was gonna lead them over to Newnan, maybe get lucky and find a motel or something. If they're really lucky, there'll only be a handful of biters. glancing down to the walking in her hand, she pulled it up to her lips and addressed the group again. "Alrigh' folks. Nothin' against nobody, but I only want a select few out scavenging with me at first, m'kay? Just incase something does go bad, I'd feel safer knowing y'all are near the cars. Ida ma'am, you stay put with Susannah, Alina and Wolfgang. Don't go more than ten feet from the van. Everyone else? Keep on your toes and stick to my ass- er.. rear. Sorry y'all." She pulled up as close as she could and parked the car. Hazel eyes carefully scanned the scene infront of her and winced, seeing bodies still buckled in their seats. Glancing behind her, she shook her friend's knee to wake her up. "Harper! Wake yer ass up! Got us some cars to search through." Without waiting a moment longer, she turned off the car and tucked her beretta into the thigh holster she picked up from a hunting store a few weeks back. Her machete slid effortlessly in the handmade sheath that slung off her back, the straps wrapped around her shoulders. Picking up her quiver and bow, she eased her long legs out of the car and stood tall. Closing the door quietly, she waited for the rest of her group to gather around. "Earl, Beau, Janina and Esteban. Stick to the left side but within ear shot. No walkies unless you're in trouble, got it? Harper, Margo, Claire and I will be in the middle-right. Y'all know the drill. Look for biters, and silence them. No bullets, don't wanna attract more. Once we clear the area we can start siphoning gas and looting supplies." She nodded once and the groups split up. Earl leading one and Charlie the other. Slowly they advanced forward peeing into and around each car as they went. Pulling an arrow from her quiver, she readied her compound bow, just waiting for a biter. However, as the groups pushed onward, she found no traces of active biters. Oh no. What they stumbled upon was possibly much worse. Charlie wasn't paying much attention, her eyes drifting over the abandoned vehicles, looking down more than anything. Some biters liked to lay low, literally and grab at your ankles as you walked by. Rounding a large, overturned delivery truck Charlie froze. As soon as hazel eyes landed upon the long figure of an older gentleman standing atop a white RV, Charlie cursed. Snapping her gaze downward she spotted a group. Around the size of her own. "Fuck!" It was too late to drop into a crouch, as they stood a mere thirty yards or so away. She mentally kicked herself. She should've been paying attention to everything, not just the ground! She stepped infront of the three girls behind her and raised her bow, aiming at a thick muscled guy with short, curly dark hair. She assumed he was the leader with his cocky stance and sure look upon his face. "Don't shoot!" The last thing her group needed was her dead because they thought she was a biter or something. Her eyes quickly looked over the strangers, studying their faces in the few seconds she had. There was three women, two kids, a nigger, and five men. However, it was one of those men who made her breath skip. Eyes widened in disbelief as she took in his appearance. Red plaid sleeveless shirt, black leather biker vest, torn and bloodied jeans. A crossbow aiming at her head. Lowering her bow slightly, she took a step forward. Either she was having sun stroke and he was a mirage or this was real. "D...Daryl?"
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Daryl Dixon
Walker
Shoot Me Again, Best Prey Im Dead.
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Post by Daryl Dixon on Oct 13, 2013 21:55:53 GMT -6
Waiting for the newcomers to come, not knowing what to expect was way worse then any walker attack could ever be. With walkers, you knew what to expect, them to try and rip you and everyone around you to shreds. They didn't have much on their minds, in fact all they thought about was feeding. Humans were unpredictable. There was no telling what they wanted, if they wanted to fight for what little all of them had, if they wanted to part ways peacefully and ignore each other, or if they wanted to join forces together and be one.
Daryl would be against joining the two groups, if not for the fact they were so short handed as it was. Their group was too small and needed to grow, as that was what the walker herd was doing, growing larger and larger by the day while the humans numbers shrank. Adding more able bodies, more hunters, fighters, soldiers, to protect the group was a good thing. They numbered but 11, 2 of them were kids, and really only 3 of them had any sort of fighting skills. Daryl, Rick and Shane were the only protectors of the group right now.
Which Daryl also hoped that this new group didn't want to fight either, as 3 of them and 8 people in the crossfire against who knows how many in their group. Not that Andrea, TDog, Lori, Glenn and the others wouldn't fight, they just were inexperienced right now. It would be a blood bath, and killing each other while the walkers were already doing that seemed a bit stupid. But that is what the world was. Finally they arrived and it seemed they sent only a small scouting party and the rest stayed back with their vehicles. Daryl raised his crossbow.
If it was a fight they wanted they were not professional at this. They had not expected to run into living things, as the sight of their group caught them by surprise. The girl, Daryl assumed was the leader, told them not to shoot. Well, Daryl wouldn't shoot unless he got shot at first. Her voice sounded familiar and Daryl finally focused on her face, his eyes to concentrated on the weapon in her hands to look at it properly. Their group couldn't of been bigger then his own, but the rest of her group didn't matter, only the one he was looking at now.
She then spoke his name, confirming that she was who he thought she was. The girl who's window he would crawl into when his father got in one of his "moods." Really the best friend he had growing up and other then his brother, his only family. "Hey Cousin." Daryl said to her lowering his bow slightly, if she was in the group, they can be trusted right? Daryl looked at Shane and Rick and nodded to them. "They can be trusted, its my cousin." He confirmed to them as he approached his cousin. Daryl would be pissed if his cousin, and the only person he trusted as much if not more then Merle was to betray him now.
"Hey Charlie, I see your still kicking." Daryl said now standing right in front of her, part of him wanted to hug her, but he didn't want to seem to glad to see her. "Your group can trust my group if my group can trust your group." Daryl said, he wasn't the leader of his group, he really wasn't anyone in this group, but he had connections with the other group, so it felt like it was his responsibility to lead in the peace treaty among them. "Glad you aint dead yet." Daryl said to her managing a smile, it was good to see her again, it was just gonna take awhile before he could show it, not till he knew if they could trust each other yet. This world messes with your head, and ssomeone who was once a loved one could be the opposite now.
He just wondered how she was gonna take the news of Merle being on his own, that was sure to be an awkward conversation.
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Post by margo on Oct 13, 2013 23:27:29 GMT -6
As they heard from the walkie Margo felt the relief getting out of the car to jealousy. Mostly because she would of rather stayed in the car were it was relatively safe but fresh air in her lungs would feel good as long as no walking corpses came and ripped her lung out. Her brown eyes looked at her sister Aila who mumbled in Arabic.” She said my name wrong….darn Hill Billie’s.” Checking her back pack and slightly listening to her sister while also listening to her father tell her and her sisters to be safe.” Dad we will be fine Aila is in a car…that’s pretty luxurious. And Janina is with you and she has all that Army fun knowledge.” Zipping up her bag and having the straps on her shoulders stepping out of the minivan and taking a big gulp of fresh air and filling her lungs with it. Then the thought of her gun got in her mind as they wouldn’t need any unnecessary noise and she didn’t know how to use it to save her life. The young dark haired girl unzipped her back pack and took the gun carefully out of her pack along with her ice ax as she preferred it much more and it was something she could use. Giving the gun to Wolfgang and kissing him gently on the cheek. ”Be careful with that.” But then as she turned she wasn’t expecting Janina to be there and was startled as she thought her sister had been a walker and her stomach felt like it bungee jumped. “ Be safe.” Wow did she have quiet the family to care.
She nodded in response and followed Charlie being a little behind as she was hesitant of the cars but didn’t want to lag behind too much and be the one to get grabbed and having her shoulder be knobbed on wasn’t a pleasant thought in her mind as she glanced behind her from time to time for any walkers although she didn’t see them didn’t mean they couldn’t be lurking behind something. Though when she finally noticed a man on top of a RV her stomach decided to go for another dive. As she watched Charlie walk in front of them she gazed at the other group and was slightly relieved that she saw women and children. Though she knew that not all people were bad she was still smart enough to be worry full of men since women were dyeing as well and people could do horrible things to other humans. She then heared the asking for a no shoot and hoping that they wouldn’t although it could of simply been a cold shot and they could of killed them all perhaps. Then hearing Charlie say Daryl made her eyes roll and mumble under her breath.” Days of the dead Hill Billy edition.” It was times like this she wished that they back in Puerto Rico and on the island instead of Georgia. Then she shut her mouth quickly and realized she had said it in English and hopped that no one heard.
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Post by james on Oct 16, 2013 16:37:55 GMT -6
James kept quiet as Charlie asked how everyone was doing on their fuel and just concentrated on cleaning off his scythe from the last walker attack. Suddenly Charlie announced that they were coming up to a car lot, great another chance to get bitten, but they needed gas and supplies and James wasn't one to complain, just do what they say and get through it.
He loved her voice, her accent, maybe he just grew up around such an accent and was use to it, but it sounded like heaven. He quickly pushed the thought out of his mind not wanting it to turn dirty on him not now, not when they had to go out into the wide world and look for supplies. He got out of the car and looked around, of course Charlie overlooked him for her groups to scout ahead, he was use to it, and though he wanted to stay close to Charlie, for obvious reasons, he was glad he got to stay back at the only safety he could think of, and that was the cars.
He did watch however, looking at the direction he knew their fearless leader went while trying to keep an eye out of his own surroundings in case a walker were to try and jump out at them. He would be ready for that, what he wasn't ready for was what happened next. He heard Charlie yell out don't shoot! He took off that way, not paying attention to the people who told him to wait and he hid behind some cars and watched the scene unfold. A man was approaching Charlie and some jealously entered his mind, until he said the word Cousin. Charlie found her cousin after all. He remembered her mentioning his cousin and in fact always guessed that they were heading this way to find him.
If this guy was her cousin, then Charlie getting shot and killed was highly unlikely now. So James relaxed a little bit. Still, he would never get her to notice him, but at least she wasn't in any danger for the time being.
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Post by Glenn Rhee on Oct 20, 2013 18:27:47 GMT -6
Glenn pretty much had very little to say about where or what they did next. Fort Benning, someplace else, he didn't know. Glenn just didn't have an opinion on any of it. The CDC was a bust, so it just seemed like anywhere they went would just be a dead end, literally. He sat quietly in the RV, watching the road ahead, barely engaged in whatever small talk him and Dale were managing to make when they came up on a car graveyard type thing. All Glenn could think about was what happened to the owners of the cars, the story behind it all.
Guessing that it didn't matter, part of him agreed that taking from the cars seemed wrong, but if this was the worst thing they ever had to do then they were getting off easy. Glenn quickly went to the hood of a car, looking it over and deciding to try and get the belt off of it, you never know when a belt would be a perfect match or not, also there was other parts, sparkplugs, radiator caps, batteries, that may come in handy in the near future and it wasn't like there was no room in the RV for any of this stuff anyways, so everyone else was looking for food, water, clothes, he was looking for car parts.
Looking over and spotting an almost jovial Shane at a water truck, Glenn couldn't help but laugh a little himself. 'Make sure to save some for me.' He wanted to say, but his thoughts were cut off when he heard Daryl whistle, they grew use to it and knew what it meant right away, trouble was coming. "Walkers?" Glenn asked not getting an answer from anyone around him. Shane then told them all to get over to him and he listened. Glenn knew how to get out of tight spots, he knew the roads of Atlanta like the back of his hand, he did not know warfare.
Glenn watched as the other human part began their approach and he grew quite afraid though he kept it hidden well enough. Hopefully they didn't want to fight, hopefully they wanted to get along and work together or something. Glenn was ok with bashing a walkers head in when he had to, but a humans head? He couldn't imagine having to do that, not now at least. As luck would have it however, it seemed the leader of the other group recognized Daryl and Daryl approached her and began talking to her like they were old friends, no not friends, family.
Glenn breathed a sigh of relieve. If Daryl was ok with their presence then Glenn had nothing to worry about, right?
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Post by Carol Peletier on Oct 23, 2013 19:32:08 GMT -6
As Shane walked past her and Lori, she caught his smile and gave one back. Her brow furrowed curiously as Lori made it a point to ignore him. Geez, what's up her butt lately? It seemed that her friend had grown cold to Shane as soon as her husband, Rick, returned from Atlanta with the scavenging group. Did something happen between them? She remembered how close they were before. Was she something more than the wife of Shane's best friend? Shaking her head idily, she pushed the thoughts out of her head and focused on going through the suitcase. By the time she got halfway through the third, she heard Daryl's sharp whistle. Her head snapped up and soft eyes glanced around quickly. She didn't see any immediate danger, however, she could hear the rumble of incoming cars. More survivors! She was almost giddy at the prospect. She often wondered if her group was all that survived Atlanta. Hell, that's what it felt like most of the time. Shane called everyone back to the RV and she wondered why. Looking back at Shane and Daryl's faces, she understood. Why newcomers was a nice idea, they could be hostile. She remembered when Daryl told her of the ghetto boys in that nursing home. Turning around, she looked for Sophia. "Sophia? C'mon, we gotta go back." As soon as she came over, Carol grabbed her hand and led her over to the Rv, behind Daryl and Shane. Standing infront of her daughter slightly, she kept her eyes peeled for the new people. After a few worrying minutes of silence, she spotted them. It looked like their young leader didn't realize what she was walking into as she froze and yelled for the boys not to shoot. There was four women, one barely an adult. Off to the side, she could see a second group of three men and a woman. They're probably from the same group of survivors. While she was looking at the second group, she heard the leader call out Daryl's name. Huh? Snapping her head, she looked at the young woman. Had to be mid twenties or so, and she was really pretty. Dirty and ragged, as they all were, but still very pretty. And there was something familiar about her face... "Hey cousin.." Cousin? Was this the Charlie that Daryl talked about? Her thoughts were confirmed as he lowered his crossbow and started walking up to her, telling Rick and Shane that it was his cousin. A smile warmed her cheeks as she watched them. It was beautiful to see family being reunited after such horrors happened around them. It would do Daryl some good too, Charlie would be a good distraction from losing Merle.
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Post by Shane Walsh on Oct 24, 2013 17:25:45 GMT -6
Of course his mind went into a million different directions, and can you really blame him? When the shit hit the fan people turned on each other like rabid dogs, truth be told it didn't shock Shane in the slightest. He had always known the dark side of humanity, the one his best friend refused to acknowledge most of the time. He was uncomfortable with the idea of more people being around the group itself, he didn't desire more to look after and protect. The group he belonged to right now was weak as it was, more numbers would add to that confusion would it not? That was if they even managed to stay on friendly terms long enough to have that discussion. His fingers lightly brushed the holster at his side in reflex as the stranger approached. A young woman, and a pretty one at that.. He would have once believed she wouldn't try anything dangerous but that mind set was long gone. Women were just a dangerous as men if not more so if they happened to have a child, absently he scanned the area for any kids.
Sadly he didn't see any. He took a step closer and watched as this women and Daryl interacted with one another, they were cousins? Imagine that.. It was a rare thing to come across family. His own he assumed was dead and if he was being honest that day he didn't care that much. All he could hope for was that they died quickly. Now that the family reunion was taking place, he wondered what would go down. Would this girls group join theirs or would Daryl decide to leave them now to travel with his cousin. Now that Meryl was gone and possibly dead, he assumed that the red neck would want to be with his remaining family member.
Taking his eyes off the cousins for the time being, Shane looked around at the members of his group, keeping a check on them. Everyone was accounted for and that was good, it was so easy for accidents to happen now a days. He caught the smile on Carol's face and he smiled slightly at the rare emotion. She never used to smile at all but now that Ed had died, she was slowly coming out of her shell. He liked seeing her more open to the world even if it was a crappy one. Glancing at Sophia he then looked for Lori, who immediately looked away when he managed to make eye contact. It burned him pretty badly that she wanted nothing to do with him now that Rick had returned.
He had taken good care of her and Carl during the first days of the infection, keeping them alive. He had known that Rick was alive in the hospital even though he was lost to a coma. Shane had assumed that his friend had died on that bed, he hadn't realized that Rick would come back. Let alone find them like he had. It was a miracle really.. However as much joy as he had felt to see him here, it was dulled by her anger towards him.
She was so pissed off that they had an affair of sorts.. could you even count it as an affair? Rick had been dead in both of their minds, if anything it was grief induced sex. Something she clearly needed from him, something he had offered her.. Yet now she wanted him to stay away from her and Carl.. To avoid them. It made his heart ache as well as his head, why did this all have to happen.
Ripping his eyes away from her, he looked at Carl who was smiling brightly at him. On impulse he grinned at the young man, hoping to convey that he was still there for him without words. He looked at Dale, Andrea, Glen, and finally his eyes fell upon Rick. The leader of this group, a responsibility he once held too. Something Rick took from him as well. Shane turned his attention back on these new people, wondering what was next.
Though his thoughts changed yet again as the wind shifted and the scent of death wafted closer. "Walkers! The word seemingly exploded from his mouth as he moved on instinct, the shifting forms moving between the abandoned vehicles. The walkers coming closer at their slow pace, they hadn't discovered fresh victims yet, and they had time to hide if everyone was fast about it.
Without another word, he moved to slide under a car in a matter of seconds, hiding from those dead hands and mouths.
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