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Post by Medieval Kevin on Nov 17, 2013 10:11:04 GMT -8
Cabin in the WoodsAn abandoned Cabin found by Andrea and Michonne somewhere deep in the Senoia Woods after Hershel's farm fell to the walker herd.  |
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 22, 2013 11:01:30 GMT -8
Michonne was walking through the woods, her two jawless walker on chains in one hand and the collapsed woman she found there all alone surrounding by hungry walkers dragging behind her on the other hand. She tried to move forward as fast as she could, but the woman meanwhile fully lost her consciousness. Michonne was a loner since the apocalypse had begun. But she couldn't let that woman there laying on the forest floor. Luckily she found the little cabin she once used as a covert. It got a lot rotten, but would be enough for now. Michonne just had a proving look around, before she entered it. Inside she closed the door and pulled off her cape to put the woman's body carefully above. On a wooden stake in the middle of the little inward she tethered the two walkers, ignoring their groaning. Michonne also pulled off the belt with her samurai sword, put it beside her. Her hand softly touched the woman's forehead. She got a very high temperature, so Michonne layed on a damp rag to reduce the fever a bit. Meanwhile she cared for the incised wounds on her arms. |
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 23, 2013 1:10:44 GMT -8
She felt hot...so hot...was this hell? Was she dead? That was the first semi-lucid thought that Andrea had in hours, maybe days. Weeks? Did time still pass when you were dead? Something brushed against her forehead. A gentle hand's touch? Could it be...?
"Amy?" her sister's name fell from her chapped lips, her voice harsh and dry. Something cool replaced the hand on her forehead and it provided immediate relief to the blazing heat. Her eyelids felt like they were each attached to a hundred pound weight when she forced them to open. The world was sharply out of focus at first but as her eyes adjusted she saw not her sister but a stranger. A living woman. She was alive. She had run all night, ran out of bullets with walkers hot on her heels but here she was. Thanks to this woman hovering over her. Still not entirely coherent, she rasped out, "Who are you?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 23, 2013 13:55:30 GMT -8
"Amy?", she had heard the woman whispering half asleep, while she was carrying for her wounds.
Michonne didn't notice that. They all had lost their beloved. And they all had to accept it. This woman surely had to gain that experience too. Michonne wiped the blood off her arm, as she once more heard the woman's voice. She finally seemed to become conscious, of course still dazed.
"Who are you?"
Michonne stopped to dab her wounds. She just eyed her with a distant look, before continuing put a bandage on, composed of a scrap of cloth and a tight knot.
"You have to slacken off.", she suddenly suggested to her, as she was standing up, don her weapon belt and went to the wooden door to keep watch. She had thought to hear a silent groaning voice, that did not belong to their two handicapped companions.
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 18, 2014 7:47:58 GMT -8
"You have to slacken off."
The idea of rest was very appealing. It seemed like a million years passed since the last time she actually had. Even so, Andrea forced herself to sit up. The damp cloth tumbled from her forehead to the floor as she managed to drag herself to her knees and then to her feet.
"Look, you saved my life. Believe me when I say that I appreciate that. But I have no idea who the hell you are or where I am. No one makes it this far without being suspicious." Andrea could feel how unsteady her legs were beneath her. The exhaustion of her escape from the farm had taken a toll on her. A sudden movement just in her peripheral vision made her spin to the right, the motion just enough to knock her off her feet. She fell in a heap onto the floor just as her eyes focused on what had moved. Two walkers.
Andrea grabbed for her gun but it wasn't at her hip. That's when she realized that the walkers weren't even trying to move towards her. They were restrained by chains. Even more than that, their arms and jaws had been removed. Horrified, her gaze turned back to the mysterious woman by the door.
"What the hell is going on here?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 18, 2014 9:16:03 GMT -8
"Look, you saved my life. Believe me when I say that I appreciate that. But I have no idea who the hell you are or where I am. No one makes it this far without being suspicious."
Michonne had a look back to the woman inside over her shoulder. She noticed her with a serious expression.
"You should not stand up yet.", she even just gave her suggestion, ignoring her words. That woman wanted to know who and why she saved her life. It stood to reason. The answer was she couldn't let her die just for the heck of it. And with that fever she also couldn't let her laying there. She would have become the next meal of some passing by walkers for sure.
Michonne turned back to the door. Luckily the Walkers hadn't seem to realize them. The groaning voices died down. Michonne kept watching for a while though.
A rumbling sound from inside let her have a look back a second time.
"What the hell is going on here?"
"They will not harm you. They can't.", she finally sayed to the woman, noticing the readiness to shoot at her two walker companions, if she had have a gun.
With a sigh Michonne left from the door and came near to her. When passing by she picked up the damp cloth.
"I won't do as well.", she added, holding the cloth out to the woman.
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 28, 2014 18:29:39 GMT -8
"They will not harm you. They can't."
Andrea still eyed the two with wariness. Though she knew that they couldn't do much damage without their missing parts, it was disconcerting to be so near a walker without having to fight for her life. Uneasily, she looked back at the mystery woman who was now coming towards her.
"I won't do as well."
For some reason, Andrea believed that. There would have been little point in this woman risking her life to rescue someone, just to bring her back to this cabin to kill her. Still, she stayed on guard but her curiosity began to mount. She gratefully accepted the cloth back and ungracefully managed to pull herself back into a sitting position.
"So, is it just you and your two...uh...friends here?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 11, 2014 13:21:20 GMT -8
Michonne appreciated that the woman didn't ask further about her two... friends, like she called them.
"They're pleasant contemporarys nowadays.", she said with an insinuated smile on her face. There was a time, when she was a humorous woman... but today her jokes came out like something doesn't fit to her.
Again with a serious expression she lifted the cloth, as it fell down the woman's frontal, while she was trying to pull herself back into a sitting position. Michonne pulled up the bucket besides closer and dunked the cloth. Then she put it on the woman's frontal again.
"This is better, isn't it?"
The fever even seemed to be high, but at least she was awake. Soon Michonne could leave her on her own. Again she faced away, having an attentive look back at the door.
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Post by Storyteller on Feb 16, 2014 1:40:33 GMT -8
"This is better, isn't it?"
Andrea nodded slightly. The coolness of the damp rag did cool the heated skin of her forehead. Silence filled the room as the woman walked back towards the door. It was an uncomfortable silence, the kind that you just want to break but Andrea could see that her new companion wasn't all that talkative. In the quiet, her mind went to the others at the farm. She had seen Lori and Beth get into the blue pickup with T Dog. Rick, Hershel and Carl left in the Suburban. It still stung, thinking of the moment she watched them drive away unable to hear her yelling for help after them. But they made it off the farm and so did she. What about the others? She might never know.
"Have you...seen anyone else around here?" The question cut through the silence, the sound of her voice even startled Andrea herself.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 16, 2014 8:11:04 GMT -8
"Have you...seen anyone else around here?"
Michonne turned around her watch, back to the woman.
"Except the walkers behind you?", she asked back, let it follow a short, self given answer. "No."
Her head turned back at the door. Actually there even was no reason for keeping guard. But she felt that uncomfortable silence, too.
"Did you get lost by your group?", Michonne asked after a while, still standing at the door.
Got lost or more like forsaken by them, she added in thoughts. People became unpredictable since the apocylypse. That was one of the reasons she better did it all alone. |
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Post by Storyteller on Feb 17, 2014 18:12:44 GMT -8
"Except the walkers behind you?" "No."
It had been a long shot, Andrea knew, but still she felt deflated hearing the woman's response. She had held out a tiny bit of hope that since the woman had found her, she may have seen some of the others in their flight from the horde.
"Did you get lost by your group?"
It was the first interest that the woman had shown in her, other than the current state of her health. The question brought an odd sense of comfort to Andrea. Like she still mattered somehow even if everyone she knew was gone. She shifted to better face the woman before answering.
"You could say that," she paused, "We'd been staying on this farm and it was...peaceful. First place we'd found like that in a long time. But we got overrun. Hundreds of walkers...it was chaos. And I...well, I guess I was left behind." It was the first time she had really admitted that to herself. If she had just stayed in the damn car, if she hadn't jumped out to save Carol...even with her 'what ifs', Andrea knew that had never been an option and that she would do it all over again.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 23, 2014 13:45:34 GMT -8
How could any place nowadays called peaceful?, Michonne thought, while the woman was talking to her. Maybe that has been their mistake. To think a place could be. Someday they would come anyway. They always did.
Michonne saw the sudden sadness in her eyes, when she probably first time admitted that to herself. To has been left behind.
"I'm sorry for that.", she finally broke the again uncomfortable silence. She just felt like had to say something. Even if she wasn't really good at. Not today. If she had unlearned such things? Must be.
With a sigh Michonne turned back from the door, having a look on the woman's face.
"You should take some more rest for now. Otherwise the fever won't get better.", she suggested.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 12, 2014 21:20:39 GMT -8
"I'm sorry for that."
"Me too," Andrea sighed mostly to herself. The woman seemed rather uncomfortable with the offered apology, like she hadn't been around people needing empathy in quite a long time. Still, Andrea was grateful for the attempt. Grateful to not be alone.
"You should take some more rest for now. Otherwise the fever won't get better."
She was right. Andrea was pretty sure that the fever was brought on by her exhaustion, not some strand of virus that no longer had any reason for existing in the world as a much greater one had now taken the reigns. Rest would likely help a lot and she could feel her eyelids beginning to slide back shut. Before they could, though, there was something she needed to know.
"What's your name?" The question came out quietly, almost mumbled as her body was attempting to slip away into sleep. "I just- Just need something to call you."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jun 27, 2014 10:59:11 GMT -8
Michonne was already about to turn away, as she again heard the woman's voice.
"What's your name?"
Michonne paused for a moment without turning around. Her name? Well, what was a name for nowadays? No one was burying the dead. So there wouldn't be a gab to fill on anyone's gravestone.
"I just- Just need something to call you."
Of course. God, when has she begun to think such negative...? To trust no one...
"It's Michonne.", she lastly answered, still turned her back on the woman. Without asking for her name in return she stepped away. The woman would have fallen asleep every moment anyway. The fever was really high, so she needed all the rest she could get. Who knew when she was able to get some again... They had to leave this place soon, even if she was struck. It wasn't wise to stay too long at one place. Above all not if it was a brittle cavern in the woods.
With slowly steps Michonne walked to the little window in the corner, sat down there and kept guard.
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 27, 2014 5:10:07 GMT -8
When she awoke for a second time, she at first wasn't certain if her encounter with the woman had actually happened at all. At least, not until she scanned the rickety old cabin and saw her quietly keeping guard at the window. Andrea took a moment to really get a good look at the person who had saved her life. The blank, noncommittal expression. Her rigid stance not showing the slightest trace of ease. Usually Andrea was pretty good at reading people but Michonne was a mystery. One that Andrea doubted she'd ever really solve. One thing was for sure, the cabin was not the only thing the woman was keeping guard of.
Carefully she cleared her throat, making herself known before she spoke. "I'm, uh, feeling much better. Fever seems to be gone." After a moment of silence, she grasped at something else to say. "I think that I'm good to travel when we need to. This probably isn't the safest spot, with that hoard in the area." She was aware that she had basically just invited herself to stay on with Michonne. It was risky, as Andrea realized that she needed Michonne a lot more than it seemed Michonne needed her. She was out of ammo and, despite the rest she had just received, was still exhausted. Definitely not the top of her game. When that still didn't seem to draw a response, Andrea switched tactics. "Anything out there?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Aug 23, 2014 17:40:50 GMT -8
"I'm, uh, feeling much better. Fever seems to be gone.", a voice from behind brought Michonne back to the here and now.
Her thoughts had left this moldered cabin, this triste apocalyptic world, for a while. Brought her back into a time when everything seemed to have a future. A time, in which her biggest problem was to handle with her ex-husband.
"I think that I'm good to travel when we need to. This probably isn't the safest spot, with that hoard in the area.", the still nameless woman added, when Michonne didn't answer to her.
At least the words made her glancing up.
"Anything out there?"
And finally Michonne's head turned around to the still exhausted looking woman. Maybe the fever seemed to be gone, but wouldn't she be a drag, travelling around with her? She has been alone for such a long time. Would she be able to have company after all? But what was the alternative? Leaving her behind in such a condition? Wouldn't be a difference from left her in the woods.
"Not yet.", she lastly answered to the woman's last question, turning back to the window. "But it's only a matter of time before they burgle in."
With a deep sigh Michonne got up from her guarding place, strapping her sword on. Then her eyes went back to the woman.
"Are you able to stand up?"
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Post by Storyteller on Aug 23, 2014 23:14:16 GMT -8
"Not yet.", "But it's only a matter of time before they burgle in."
"Always is." Andrea replied with a sigh of her own. She'd been lulled into a false sense of security one too many times only for it to blow up in her face. First the Atlanta camp, then the CDC, then the Greene farm...well no more.
"Are you able to stand up?"
Andrea didn't respond but carefully pulled herself up from the bed, finding her legs still a little shaky from the marathon she'd run through the night. But she stood firm and so nodded at Michonne. "Looks like it's a yes." She took a few steps towards the warrior, tentatively at first before she gained a firm hold over her footing. "I'm Andrea, by the way. Don't think I ever got around to telling you that before I passed out."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Aug 23, 2014 23:56:24 GMT -8
"Always is."
Sadly that was the truth... nowadays.
Michonne was waiting for the woman to pull herself up. At the first moment she thought she wouldn't handle that, but then her shaky legs seemed to find purchase. Michonne answered her nod with one of herself.
"Looks like it's a yes."
Then the woman made another staggering steps towards her. At least she seemed to bear down the worst of the fever.
"I'm Andrea, by the way. Don't think I ever got around to telling you that before I passed out.", she lastly pictured herself.
"Nice to have you on board, Andrea.", Michonne answered with the hint of a smile. Something that wasn't shown very often on her face... nowadays. That's probably why it looked a little frozen.
"We should set out even today.", she added with the usual unreadable expression on her face, while walking towards her two walker in their team to get them unchained from the stake.
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Post by Storyteller on Aug 24, 2014 0:21:18 GMT -8
"We should set out even today."
"Won't get any argument from me." Andrea replied, relieved that Michonne had fairly easily agreed to a partnership. She was feeling better but any extra energy she didn't have to spend on trying to convince the woman that two were better than one, was all the better. She glanced around the room, walking over to the abandoned bag of guns once her eyes caught sight of it in a corner. "And after last night, seems like I'm going to be in need on some more ammunition. They really wiped me out."
Next, she picked up her hunting knife and slipped it through her belt. Would have to make good use of that until she could replenish her bullets. "Where are we headed anyway? Did you have a plan before you started picking up strays?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Aug 24, 2014 1:38:30 GMT -8
"And after last night, seems like I'm going to be in need on some more ammunition. They really wiped me out."
"Maybe have a look there.", Michonne answered with a pointer to an abandoned bag in the other corner of the room. The only weapon Michonne was trusting in was her katana. She already was adepted at fighting with it long before the apocalypse started. Well, and nowadays she was more than thankful to that fact. But ammunition for all sort of guns were to find at many places if you're lucky enough that someone lost it or died down.
Michonne tied the chains of her walker allies around her wrists and checking all her chattle was carried on her belt another time... what wasn't much anyway.
"Where are we headed anyway? Did you have a plan before you started picking up strays?", Andrea's voice made her turn around.
Michonne gave her a little chuckle, scarcely audible.
"The plan is to survive.", she replied, letting his short changed expression follow a serious gaze, before she grasped at the doorknob, ready to leave to another uncertain future... this time in company.
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Post by Storyteller on Oct 19, 2014 8:35:42 GMT -8
"The plan is to survive."
"Well, I can get behind that plan." Andrea responded, digging through the abandoned bag on the floor. There wasn't much to be found. Looked like whoever had it first had traveled light. But upon opening the zippered front, her face brightened. "Jackpot!"
Three boxes of 9mm rounds greeted her. She loaded up her gun, stashing the rest in her own bag and joined Michonne at the door. It was time to survive.
*Andrea and Michonne leave for parts unknown*
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