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Post by Medieval Kevin on Dec 27, 2014 12:39:28 GMT -8
Senoia Woods---- Large wooded area broken only by small towns and pit stops. Spans from the Green Farm to Woodbury and the Prison.  |
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 27, 2014 12:55:10 GMT -8
Four days has been passed, since Michonne found this woman named Andrea, safed her life for a reason she even didn't know herself. Well, actually she knew. The world had become a place with only a hand of people, who survived the hell so far. People, who didn't care for their fellows anymore. Egoistic, unpredictable and vicious. Michonne was no little innocent either, but she never lost humanity. She couldn't have that woman consign to her fate, though Michonne was a loner... at least she was today. Or would that time had become her past now either? With a sigh Michonne let the backpack fallen down to her feet. "We should have a break.", she said without looking back at Andrea, who was a little behind. The fever was gone, but her body seemed to need some more time to get back to its best condition. They didn't have a destination anyway. The destination was just the same as always... to survive. Michonne wordless tied her zombie companions up to a nearby tree, before she placed herself at a moldy tree stub and tried to rub warmth into her hands. |
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 28, 2014 18:28:47 GMT -8
"We should have a break."
"I'm fine." Andrea insisted with a strained smile. "Really." But Michonne was already tying up her...companions. With an inner sign of relief, Andrea set her pack down and settled the rest of her on a fallen log. She hated to admit it, but she was having trouble keeping up. Hadn't quite bounced back, she guessed. At any rate, she knew she was slowing Michonne down. The sun was already getting low in the sky, wouldn't be long until the pinks and oranges of sundown appeared. "We should really keep moving. Find a place to set up camp for the night."
When there was no answer, she continued, "You're right. I am not really at my best right now. I admit it. But I can make it a little farther. Just until we make camp."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 7, 2015 15:33:53 GMT -8
"We should really keep moving. Find a place to set up camp for the night."
Michonne turned his head to Andrea, but didn't give an answer.
"You're right. I am not really at my best right now. I admit it. But I can make it a little farther. Just until we make camp."
Now she had to smile a bit, though it disappeared as fast as it had appeared on her face. This woman seemed to get to know her better every day. Michonne often used looks instead of words. Sometimes it was an easier way to interact.
"Well, you're right.", she answered with a sigh, ready to stand up and to stretch herself for another walk, as suddenly a cracking noise interrupted them.
Michonne was laying one finger on her lips to silence Andrea. At the same time her right arm went to her back, drawing out her samurai sword, waiting.
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 19, 2015 17:10:10 GMT -8
"Well, you're right."
A wane smile accompanied her small victory but it was short lived as the snapping of branches set both women on edge. Andrea's hand went straight to the Beretta at her hip. It carried a meager amount of ammunition, what was left was mostly saved due to Michonne's weapon of choice. But it would do the job if needed.
Quietly she rose to her feet, steadying herself for whatever was about to come out of the brush.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 18, 2015 12:59:11 GMT -8
***
Merle had walked down the main street of Woodbury, heading to leave the town to get some stuff to be done. Some were caling him the Governor's runaround, but that wasn't it. Actually Merle was one of the few citizens, who knew the Governor's first name and above all were allowed to use it.
Philip became a good companion, since the day he and his men had picked him up. Philip could have shot him down, as drunken as Merle was back at that time. But he didn't. Instead he offered him a home. A new life. And a new life it was. Woodbury had everything the people needed. Food, protection and a leader, who cared for them.
Merle had only needed to raise his hand, as the guard on the wall had let him pass. Of course he had noticed the gaze of some of the men, but did he care? Not a bit.
"Will be back soon.", he had said, before making his way through and left the town.
**Merle enters from Woodbury** Merle often left the town under the pretext of keeping away the walker with the aid of traps. Well, sometimes he really did, but then mostly out of boredom. The real reason was another one... Today his destination of the outing were the woods of Senoia. While walking Merle cocked his gun, ready to shoot some zombie shitfaces, if needed. And it seemed to be needed. From a distance he already heard noises, not close enough yet to hear the doggone gasping usually accompanied their steps. Merle took shelter in a nearby brush, waiting. This actually wasn't what he normally did, but this time he was without a crew behind, as it brought a little bit of trouble last time. Sometimes it was just necessary to leave someone behind. That was at least what he has told the others... He shook his head to get rid of those thoughts and instead focused on the surrounding. Were that voices assailing his ears? Merle took another step to have a deeper look at the guises outside his hiding. "...can make it a little farther. Just until we make camp.""Well, you're right."Merle saw two broads chatting. Well, this was way better than those ugly zombie faces. As Merle was about to step back, a branch was cracking under his boot. With a start the women stood up and drew their weapons. Seems he has roused the chicks... "Keep calm, ladys! It's just...", he said with uplifted hands and a sneering around his lips. Suddenly his eyes widened for a moment. "Blondie!", he recognized Andrea with a dirty sounding laughter. "I've bet on that this sweet little ass of yours would be hard to kill." |
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 1, 2015 0:09:46 GMT -8
"Keep calm, ladys! It's just...", "Blondie!", "I've bet on that this sweet little ass of yours would be hard to kill."
"Merle?!" It was the last person Andrea expected to ever see again, let alone to come out of that brush. So she just stood there, not easing on her defensive stance as she gave the man a once over. She winced as she came to the nasty looking blade prosthetic attached where his right hand used to be. They caused that. Merle Dixon was a douchebag of the highest degree but they just left him on top of that building. And now here he was.
Andrea drew her defenses up even more, keeping her gun within range. "What the hell are you doing here?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 25, 2015 6:14:46 GMT -8
"Keep calm, ladys! It's just...", a man's voice sounded, as the owner came out of his hiding place. The samurai sword in Michonne's hands raised up a little more, ready to fight the stranger. "Blondie!","I've bet on that this sweet little ass of yours would be hard to kill."
Michonne's eyes wandered to Andrea, without making any move to lowering her weapon.
"Merle?!", Andrea shouted out in surprise. Michonne looked back at the stranger. As Andrea didn't ease her defensive stance either, the man probably wasn't kind of her best friend. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Who's this guy?", Michonne suddenly throw in, not letting the man out of her sight. Actually her question was more meant to be Is he dangerous? And do we have to kill him?
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 25, 2015 6:28:21 GMT -8
"Merle?!", Andrea reacted with surprise, not letting down her defense. Merle anyway doubted that Blondie was able to use a weapon. The dirty smile on his lips didn't disappear, was even growing. "What the hell are you doing here?", she lastly asked.
"Who's this guy?", the blackfood chick threw in, threatening him with a sword. Merle ignored her, and instead did a step in Andrea's direction.
"Ran away from your group of heroes?", Merle asked, pronouncing the word hero in an ironical way and raised up his new arm to underline the meaning of his question. "Or did they need someone to distract the zombies again?"
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 24, 2016 19:06:58 GMT -8
"Ran away from your group of heroes?", "Or did they need someone to distract the zombies again?"
Andrea didn't answer right away, that last dig hitting close to home. But things were so chaotic on the farm. They wouldn't have left her if they knew she was still alive. They wouldn't have...Her grip tightened on the gun in her hand with new focus on the ghost before her. "It wasn't like that. You were acting like a redneck liability and Rick did what he needed to do."
Huh. Never thought she'd hear herself say that.
"Leaving you- that was an accident. They went back, you know. Daryl, Rick, Glenn and T-Dog. But you were already gone."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 25, 2016 15:29:30 GMT -8
Merle saw the little doubts spreading out in Blondies mind and he somehow enjoyed this scene. Yah, he seemed to not have been the only unwanted person in that group of assholes. That was at least, what was coming up in Merle's head, right or not. His dirty smile still lay on her.
"It wasn't like that. You were acting like a redneck liability and Rick did what he needed to do.""Leaving you- that was an accident. They went back, you know. Daryl, Rick, Glenn and T-Dog. But you were already gone."
Merle let out a short throaty laughter. "Really, Sweetheart? How long does it take to realize, no one of them cares, if persons like you and me" Merle pointed at both of them with his knife-hand. "are with them or laying somewhere in the edge, bodies spread with our own blood and guts, as long as they're saving their bacon, huh?"
Everyone was like that nowadays. Without any exceptions. Not even himself or his little brother.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 31, 2016 20:14:54 GMT -8
"Really, Sweetheart? How long does it take to realize, no one of them cares, if persons like you and me" "are with them or laying somewhere in the edge, bodies spread with our own blood and guts, as long as they're saving their bacon, huh?"
Andrea was done with this conversation. She wasn't about to let Merle fill her head with the doubts that had already been plaguing her since that night she'd futilely cried out after the fleeing group of survivors. Her hand tightened around the Baretta, finger laying close to the trigger. "Well, it was just great catching up with you Merle," she bit out sarcastically, "But I think our little trip down memory lane is coming to an end."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 28, 2017 5:54:07 GMT -8
Michonne watched the two of them going back and forth in their conversation. The very unlikeable man didn't pay attention to her at all. As for now she was calm, but vigilant, her fingers close to the hilt of her katana, ready to use it.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 28, 2017 5:54:38 GMT -8
Merle noticed Andrea's tighter grip around her Baretta, but didn't make any move. Blondie had much more the balls than some men, but he wouldn't give her credit for killing a human.
"Well, it was just great catching up with you Merle,""But I think our little trip down memory lane is coming to an end."
"Too bad.", Merle answered with a filthy grin and a shrug of his shoulders. "I was just goin' to invite you for dinner." Another dirty smile was playing around his lips, before his face became serious again. Blondie wasn't able to help at all. The others had left her behind just like him. "I should go back for a hot meal then on my own. Don't let the dead bite you." With a short throaty laugh Merle already turned away from them.
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 9, 2017 21:42:59 GMT -8
"I was just goin' to invite you for dinner." "I should go back for a hot meal then on my own. Don't let the dead bite you."
He was baiting her. She knew it. And damned if it wasn't working. Merle was a hotheaded redneck but he wasn't stupid. He knew what to say to get a reaction. Unfortunately, her curiosity was peaked.
She was going to regret this.
"A hot meal?" Andrea's grip did not loosen but her finger moved away from the trigger. "What are you talking about?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 15, 2017 6:51:48 GMT -8
"Too bad.""I was just goin' to invite you for dinner.""I should go back for a hot meal then on my own. Don't let the dead bite you."
The sudden throaty laughter made her dislike this guy even more. Luckily he seemed to leave. God, please Andrea, just let him leave. His remark about a hot meal somewhere was sounding like a trap. The fact the two of them never got to become friends (you didn't have to be an expert in knowing people to feel that) was confirming her distrust. Additionally, he was a scumbag.
"A hot meal?" Michonne let out a deep sigh. "What are you talking about?"
And before the scumbag could have turned around again to give the answer he was for sure just waiting to give, Michonne had to let off her bad feeling about this. "I don't trust him. Not at all.", she whispered into Andrea's direction, still fixating the guy in one of her eyes' corner.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 15, 2017 7:09:51 GMT -8
"A hot meal?""What are you talking about?"
A filthy grin was playing around his lips. He knew Blondie wouldn't want to be a member of this black-and-white duo forever. Just as Merle was going to continue their little talk, the mute woman was whispering something to her.
"Hey Brownie, if you've got anythin' to say, say it out loud.", Merle heckled, before Andrea could have said something in return. From Michonne though he only got a serious look. Mute again, fine.
"The place I came from.", he suddenly answered to Andrea's former question, folding his hands behind his head. "Eggs, bacon, ham... everythin' you want."
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 15, 2017 22:00:05 GMT -8
"I don't trust him. Not at all."
Andrea couldn't agree more. But if there was a safe place out there, somewhere they could get a hot meal and where she could recuperate without being such a liability...she was about to argue, quietly of course, that maybe it was a chance they had to take. Until Merle once again opened his racist, redneck mouth. Andrea suddenly didn't feel so bad about leaving his ass on the roof.
"Hey Brownie, if you've got anythin' to say, say it out loud.","The place I came from." "Eggs, bacon, ham... everythin' you want."
Her eyes narrowed, "You've got absolutely nothing that I want, Merle." Her finger found the trigger again but she made no move farther than that. "We'll take our chances out here."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 15, 2017 23:26:49 GMT -8
"You've got absolutely nothing that I want, Merle.""We'll take our chances out here."
Merle's filthy grin was vanishing for a moment, before he turned his attention to the imaginary herd of walker around them. "Have a nice meal!", he called through the dark woods. After that another throaty laughter escaped him once again.
"Even would have put in a good word for ya, Blondie." And with these words and not any other reaction to the black woman Merle turned away from them. He was no begging person at all. If she rather chooses death, she shall.
***Merle exits to Woodbury - Main Street***
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 16, 2017 0:02:15 GMT -8
"You've got absolutely nothing that I want, Merle.""We'll take our chances out here."
Michonne was glad Andrea refused the offer from that asshole. Because as much as she appreciated her company during the last couple of months and really cared for her, she didn't know if she really could have accompanied her on that. Most probably not. She was good at living without being treated like a human second-class. An onetime friend of Mike had been a racialistic jerk too, though never had given her nicknames such like brownie. For just a little moment her eyes met with one of the resigned looking walker bounded to an old tree not far from their tent. Andrea never has truely asked about them. But then, would she want to talk about it? Probably not. Actually she didn't know.
"Have a nice meal!", the asshole suddenly shouted into the woods.
Michonne automatically grabbed the hilt of her sword. "Leave!", she requested with a quite but strict voice. He didn't seem to react on that at all though.
"Even would have put in a good word for ya, Blondie."
Michonne fixated him, while he finally turned to leave, still having her sword ready to use. She never has killed a human though and actually didn't wanted to change that today, but she was ready to defend Andrea's and her life, if it was needed.
"Where the hell had your group picked up that guy?", she uttered with a sigh, after he has gone.
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