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Post by Medieval Kevin on Mar 18, 2014 7:30:47 GMT -8
Georgia - Open Road
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From the big city's to the farms and fields and everything in between. Is there a place that is truly safe? Inevitably survivors need to hit the open road and move on.
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Daryl Dixon
Getting Hooked
That's the third time you're pointing that thing at my head. You gonna pull the trigger or what?
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Post by Daryl Dixon on Jun 28, 2014 15:38:35 GMT -8
Daryl He was enveloped by the sound of his engine roaring as he sped away from the house by the road. He rev'd the throttle to keep the bike rollin. His eyes shot from one side to the other making sure nothing was in his way. If those walkers clumped he couldn't plow through them and he was once again in the lead of the convoy. Daryl spared a quick glance back and saw the Hyundai bringing up the rear. They had made it, for now. Who the hell knew where they would stop next... But he slowed enough to let the suburban pass him and take the front. Rick's turn, they needed a destination and Daryl hoped he knew what the hell he was doing. |
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 26, 2014 14:43:20 GMT -8
Beth was watching Daryl's bike, slowed down to let them pass. With a quite sigh she leaned back in her seat. They made it out of this hell. They really made it! Another sigh escaped her lips, when she hesitantly threw a look over the other passengers. They all were more than done. Just like herself. Even now Beth realized that the gun, with which she saved her sister's life, still was resting in her hand. Carefully she put it under her belt.
Silence.
Only the engine noise of the car was heard. Completely exhausted Beth closed her eyes and after another minutes of silence she quitly began to sing. She didn't thought about it, just did it. And it really seemed to help to blank out the hell outside, even if it was just for the moment. The quite melody of a song, with which her mother had often lulled her to sleep, sounded through the car. Broke the silence.
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Hershel Greene
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Post by Hershel Greene on Jul 27, 2014 4:58:55 GMT -8
Hershel
The hole ordeal reminded him of his farm. It hadn't been long enough for that pain to have dulled. It had very nearly repeated the loss of poor Patricia and Jimmy, except this time with his daughters. He was thankful they were both safe but it had been close. The man looked back and forth between his girls and it tore at Hershel so much he could hardly control his feelings. He managed though as his youngest, Bethy started to sing an old song. One he knew well as it had been one of his wife Annette's favorites to sing to them. He kept his eyes on the road but reached out and took her hand and held on as her song ran it's course. Hershel spared her a quick glance after she had finished. "That was Beautiful". He gave her hand a squeeze and then put his back on the wheel. "Glenn..." After a pause the smile returned to Hershel's face as he addressed the young man. "You'd best get used to this so we'll have to find you a replacement for that guitar of yours."
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Post by unwrittentales on Aug 23, 2014 17:26:16 GMT -8
Glenn
They all where thinking gloomy thoughts. Glenn was sensing it but even a callously brute would get this. This time they managed to escape but it was more than close and who could say what would happen next time. Would he be able to watch out for the oters or for Meg in every second? Or even for his own life? There was a really bad feeling deep in his guts. A feeling that was telling something really bad stuff would happen soon. Desperately he chaw his bottom lip as the song started.
It was Beth who sang a lovely song that dispels the darkness from his heart and gave him new strength.
"I will keep my eyes open for it." From one second to the other he painfully dawn on how long he hasn't played the guitar. "Maybe in..." he didn't find the time to add further words. For a second he really believed to see some people rapidly hiding behind the trees.
"Stop it!" he screamed. He wasn't really sure if it was a good idea to stop here and look for some complete stranger but maybe they where just some scared group like themselfes and maybe... yes, maybe they could help each other...
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Post by Storyteller on Aug 23, 2014 22:57:27 GMT -8
Maggie sighed deeply as Beth's sweet voice filled the car. Something she'd gotten from mom. The sound of Annette Greene's singing was still vivid in Maggie's mind though the woman who had helped raise her through her more tumultuous years had been gone for months now.
"That was Beautiful". "Glenn..." "You'd best get used to this so we'll have to find you a replacement for that guitar of yours."
A smile ghosted over Maggie's face as her father engaged Glenn in conversation. Wasn't all so long ago he'd been trying to chase her away from 'the Asian boy' but Hershel had taken to him quickly once he let himself. Her gaze shifted from the window to the entwined hands resting in the middle of the backseat. She was still upset about how he had nearly jumped at the opportunity to be Walker Bait again. More so than about how the group had seemed to automatically give him the title. But it was not the conversation she wanted to have while stuck in a small car with her father and sister-
"Stop it!"
Glenn's sudden outcry jerked Maggie from her thoughts and nearly made her jump right out of her skin. But it was the desperate look on her boyfriend's face that startled her the most.
"Glenn, what is it?" she urgently asked, panic laced in her voice as she followed his look out the car window. Fervently, her eyes searched the roadside but they couldn't make out anything that should have cause a reaction like that. Nothing that was still visible, anyway. She turned back to Glenn expectantly, waiting for him to explain himself.
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Hershel Greene
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Post by Hershel Greene on Oct 19, 2014 4:46:19 GMT -8
Hershel
The proud father had allowed himself to replay his daughters voice over in his mind. Her melody and the song she chose always lifted his spirit. It didn't last though as he was pulled back to reality. "Stop it!" Glenn cried from the back. The nature of the shout made Hershel question whether they had escaped their last ordeal. The solid feel of the wheel in his hands kept him in the here and now, on the move. "Glenn, what's wrong? What did you see?" He saw the boy looking frantically out the window and he slowed the vehicle just enough to safely look himself.
The older man couldn't see anything beyond the tree's that might have caught anyone's attention. He cast a worried glance to Maggie and hoped she could read his intent. They where all tired... If she could ease his mind, it would be for the best. It pained him especially if there had been someone out there but they had to keep going, for their safety. "If there was anyone out there they would be moving away as quickly as possible. We're providing a great distraction but it means we need to keep moving."
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Daryl Dixon
Getting Hooked
That's the third time you're pointing that thing at my head. You gonna pull the trigger or what?
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Post by Daryl Dixon on Oct 19, 2014 4:59:25 GMT -8
Daryl
He sat alone, racing along the small country road behind the caravan. The tree's had been thinning for the last mile or so and he could see some buildings up ahead. Nothing big. It was starting to get to his nerves, not having anything to occupy his mind when the Hyundai in front of him swerved a little. The roar of his chopper made any chance of voices drifting back to him impossible but even though he had to squint he could see a lot of gesturing going on.
When the moments passed and they seemed to return to normal, Daryl let it drop. Must be losing their minds in there. He cocked his head to the side and took stock of their surroundings again. A small town from the looks of it. Similar to the one near Hershel's farm though he knew they where far from there by now. These places all looked alike. One story lots with maybe some room above for the shop keeps, though in the distance he could make out some taller. He saw a sign too but it was too damaged to make out what this place had once been called. Wood something... All he could do was fix his gaze back on the convoy and wait for what came next...
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Post by Storyteller on Oct 19, 2014 8:11:55 GMT -8
The car had been quiet for the last few miles. Ever since Glenn's outburst, no one seemed to have the energy to talk. Maggie herself had slipped in and out of a restless sleep as the car sped down the road. It didn't do much to alleviate the exhaustion that being on the road kept one in but the little it did do meant the world.
She glanced up into the front seat at her father. It definitely looked like he could use his own rest. She was about to suggest that they stop for a moment, so that she could take over the wheel for a while, when the Suburban and Daryl's bike in front of them slowed and then rolled to a stop. Rick climbed out of the Suburban and began walking back towards Daryl's bike, sending a glance back at the Hundai and motioning for them to join him. Another run? She glanced out the passenger side window before exiting the car and making her way forward. It was then that she saw what had made Rick stop.
Several yards away, a makeshift wall of trucks, tires and various other things ran through the middle of the road. A set of large, strong looking doors stood in the middle. Maggie looked back at Rick and saw something on his face that she hadn't seen since they left the farm. Hope.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 22, 2014 9:46:01 GMT -8
After Glenn's sudden outburst and Maggie calming him down, silence came back, lasting in the car. While no one said any word, Beth had to think about what Glenn could have seen. Who they've past maybe. Was someone out there needed their help? Trying to escape the walker?
She knew it wasn't a good idea to think about it. "If there was anyone out there they would be moving away as quickly as possible.", she heard her father's echo in mind.
A quite sigh escaped Beth. She tried to banish the dark thoughts and instead watched out the car window, let the sere landscape drifting past.
Just a while longer they drove in silence, as suddenly the car stopped. Wordless Beth had a look outside. There was a wall of... well, of nearly everything what could be found, in the middle of the road. Just like a wall around a... town?
"People!", Beth suddenly shouted out. "A town with living people!"
With a smile she pointed at the silhouettes on the top of the wall.
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Post by unwrittentales on Oct 26, 2014 1:01:26 GMT -8
Glenn
After that incident on the road he had pulled his cap deep into his face pretending he was dozing. Glenn didn't want to talk to anyone and was grateful no one forced him to do so. While they were driving down the road he was thinking about what recently happened. With a real bad feeling he reminds what happened in that abandoned house and if there was only a small chance that the horde was still following them it was a real risk to stop on the road just to look for some stranger. But however wasn't it right to do so? What have happened if no one had given him a chance in those early days of the plague? Or Rick...
His mood changed for the worse as he was thinking about it over and over again. Of course he knew that Hershels highest priority was on his girls and he won't blame him for the decision. It was just...
Suddenly the car stopped disrupting his bad thoughts. With some surprise Glenn took of his cap and looked through the windshield. They had stopped in front of some gate which wouldn't be that uncommen if there wasn't any living guards on it. All of the sudden his mood cleared again and a weak smile showed on his face. He just wanted to leave the car to have a better view as he saw Rick leaving the car giving a sign which could mean they should initially stay in their car, just in case...
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Hershel Greene
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Post by Hershel Greene on Nov 6, 2014 11:01:52 GMT -8
Hershel
As the car came to a stop Hershel could not believe what he was seeing. They where still a little ways off but there was a wall. A beacon that said to him there was no dead beyond that point. It said safety. It was very sturdy, professional. Was this the military? Were they taking this town back? "People! A town with living people!" Beth cried out. Her father couldn't be anything but optimistic because he could see the forms on the wall too, but only barely. Rick was out ahead of them and beckoned to them.
He saw mixed feelings on the faces of those in the car with him but Hershel just smiled. "I think we should follow him, we should see what kind of folks we are dealing with. They may be taking people in." He wasn't about to forget what they had just been though however. He prayed the men they had encountered had not come from this camp.
**Hershel, Daryl, and Rick exit to Woodbury: Wall**
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 1, 2015 0:30:51 GMT -8
*Group enters from Woodbury Wall*
They'd all piled into the car, this time Glenn behind the wheel. Maggie sat in the backseat, pondering their bad luck as silence once again reigned. Two run-ins in one day with hostile groups. Seemed the longer they went in this thing, the more hostile groups there were to run into. Maggie couldn't help but wonder when it was their turn.
The scenery passed in a blur but she didn't really see it. Nothing to see.
Nothing to do but go forward. So that's what they'd do.
Maggie let her head dip towards the closed window, resting it against the glass.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 10, 2015 14:19:13 GMT -8
And again they were sitting in the car. Driving in silence. Waiting for another chance. But at least, they still live.
♪ "They.. hung a sign up in out town..", Beth suddenly started to sing. "If you live it up, you wont live it.. down." While she sang that song, she remembered her mother back in those times, when everything has been still all right, to turned up the radio's volume. She could saw her right before her eyes, standing in the kitchen, doing the dishes withal. And though Beth has heard it only one time, she remembered every word of the lyrics, as her mother has sung along with it. "So, she left monte rio,.. son.
Just like a bullet leaves a... gun. With charcoal eyes and monroe hips..."
Beth' voice started to raise within the car, or maybe it was just the car's noises somehow softened. "...She went and took that california.. trip. Well, the moon was gold, her hair like wind. She said dont look back just.. come on, Jim..." A little pause followed and brought back the silence, before she continued with the refrain. "Oh.. you got to..." ♪
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Oct 11, 2015 17:01:06 GMT -8
Hershel
The music that broke the silence from the backseat brought the older mans thoughts back to the moment. He turned to look back and Bethy was singing a very familiar song. It had been one of Annette's favorites, she had inherited her taste in music from her mother, and her talent. Lately it had made him feel very introspective, but better as well. "You always know how to make things better, both my girls." Hershel smiled at them and reached back to take Beth's hand. He was glad to see as he took in the occupants that even Glenn seemed to respond. He kept quiet while Beth continued to sooth all their nerves.
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