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Post by Medieval Kevin on Nov 12, 2013 21:07:18 GMT -8
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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 Nov 12, 2013 22:14:21 GMT -8
Daryl It felt like an eternity since they had been forced to leave the farm. Nobody had really had the time to let it all soak in, he suspected. They had gotten two good nights out of a small house off the road they now traveled. That was all they could afford. The walker's had caught up to them after that. Daryl sighed to himself but there was no sound over the noise of his bike. Had no choice, needed to keep moving, and they were. Makes one grateful to travel light but there was nothing waiting for them after a long days work. No stores of goods. Who knew where the next meal was coming from... His eyes darted back and forth, scanning the tree's to either side. For a threat, for a good place to stop, hell for a nice fat squirrel, he didn't care. He was having some trouble focusing his thoughts he realized. Carol sat behind him and her grip was somewhat lax, they needed to stop soon. If for nothing else than to rest. The woods started to thin out ahead and he caught sight of what looked like a roadside stand and a house sitting well back from it down a drive. Looked to be two stories tall. That would do as he raised a hand to signal those behind him in their little caravan. He stuck his feet out as he came to a stop. The idle of the motor giving him a little break so he could listen for anything nearby. Shutting it down Daryl let Carol dismount before he swung himself off and his crossbow over his shoulder in a rapid motion as he glanced back towards his companions. |
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Post by unwrittentales on Nov 14, 2013 12:45:16 GMT -8
Glenn
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Slowly the car was reducing its speed until it stopped near Daryls bike. It was the fourth or fifth time by today that they approached a worthwhile target yet still had to move on disappointed every time. Almost it seemed to Glenn, that there were no safe places out there anymore. Exhausted he ran his hand through his hair, before he glanced to the fuel gauge of the car. Since lunchtime they were driving on auxiliary tank and if they don’t find any fuel in the near future, this would be exhausted soon, too. One last time he was checking the edge of the forest before he left the car and approached Daryl at a brisk pace. “Found anything?” he asked Daryl, as he recognized that house and casually wondered if that place would offer shelter to them for a night or at least some supplies for a quick foray. For some inexplicable reason he had a darn bad feeling about this... |
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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 Nov 17, 2013 12:47:36 GMT -8
RICK
The convoy came to a stop and Rick followed suit, stopping the suburban and killing the engine. He looked over his passengers, at Lori and Carl especially. He didn't need to say anything, they knew to stay put. He had a way sometimes and this was one of them. No one had questioned him after that first night out. This was the way it needed to be. It was how this was going to work. He and T-Dog exited the vehicle and joined Daryl and Glenn at the edge of the road. This looked like a good spot to at least bunk for the night. Providing it wasn't already claimed.
"Found anything?" Glenn asked Daryl.
"Only one way to find out." Rick interrupted. He rested his hand on his Revolver and unbuttoned the clasp.
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Post by unwrittentales on Nov 21, 2013 10:46:24 GMT -8
Thoughtfully Glenn looked at the house on the roadside. At first sight it resembled Hershel's farm with its porch and wooden front, from which they were expelled by a group of walker. The house, which for long years was the home of Maggie, Beth, Hershel and all the others and with which he connected so many beautiful memories despite their short time there. This house on the roadside however looked like a bleak image of the farm. A narrow driveway, which was strewn with roof shingles from all kind of storms, led to the front door. The colour of the wooden facade had crumbled in several places and here and there hung a damaged shutter before one of the pale dull windows. This was the house in which you won’t expect a friendly farmer but most likely the disappeared neighbours’ son. Only the black Van that was parked near the entry seemed so completely not to fit to that house and confirmed Glenns misgiving so much the more.
“Rick, believe me. I have a damned bad feeling with this. There live exactly those people who would never tip you...”
Lost in thoughts he looked over to Maggie. Should anything happen to her, he could never forgive himself. He gave her a faint smile before he looked back to Rick. “... Maybe we should go and look for a safe place somewhere else.”
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Post by Storyteller on Nov 24, 2013 17:57:08 GMT -8
Sitting in the back of the now stopped green Hyundai, Maggie began to feel anxious. Not that she had felt relaxed at all since the attack on the farm. Being on the move and really seeing what the world had come to had taken any sense of normalcy the Greene farm had provided since the beginning of... all this. She glanced out the windshield at the group of men now gathering at the bottom of the driveway. It looked like this would be their next stop. With barely a moment of hesitation, save for a quick look to her father and sister, she climbed out of the car and made her way towards Glenn.
“Rick, believe me. I have a damned bad feeling with this. There live exactly those people who would never tip you...”
Maggie had to agree with him, taking a good look at the property as she joined the group. Reflexively, her right hand reached down to check the revolver sitting against her hip. There was something not quite right about this place. But what other choice did they have?
“... Maybe we should go and look for a safe place somewhere else.”
Glenn's smile, no matter how faint, was a welcome sight and she lightly squeezed his hand in response. The only good thing about the world going to hell was finding Glenn. But now they had other things to focus on and that van was standing out like a sore thumb.
"That van...it doesn't look like it's been there very long." And it didn't. Though dirty, like it had seen some action, it did not look abandoned or picked over at all. The debris underneath of it also suggested that at some point, the driveway had been empty. "What if there is already somebody in there?"
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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 Nov 24, 2013 19:22:10 GMT -8
Daryl
"That van...it doesn't look like it's been there very long."
Daryl's eyes met Maggie's. His jaw set and he gave her a nod. He had to give her a lot of credit. After all their family had been through she was taking this the best. She had Glenn but there was strength in her and she was learning how to tap it. He wouldn't be surprised to see her become a real pro.
"What if there is already somebody in there?"
Daryl knew at least from T-Dog's account that Andrea had fallen but he kept some hope to himself. They hadn't traveled too far from the farm... He jerked his head towards the van. "Anybody could have picked that up. Beggar's can't be choosers. If they shacked up or checked out, can't tell unless we check." Rick gave him a nod and Daryl started up the driveway towards the vehicle. He swept past the passenger side, looking within. It had some boxes in the back but they where closed. It was unoccupied. Shifting his attention to the house, Daryl checked the windows. No movement. He slowly and quietly ascended the porch stairs before the front door.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 25, 2013 12:47:26 GMT -8
Beth was still sitting in the back of the car, watching the others from inside. Wordless she had realize Maggie's view from beside, before she had join Glenn and the others out there. Just for a moment a sad expression was shown on Beth's eyes, when she saw her sister touching Glenn's hand. Her boyfriend came back into her mind. Sure Jimmy hadn't been her true love or something. Beth even heard her mum saying: 'Do you think he'd be the right one for spend your entire life with? There is so much time left for you to find true love, my dear darling.'
She remembered the past situation, when Jimmy and her had a conflict about..
Actually she didn't remember the reason nowadays. But anyway she still heard her mum's voice saying this.
'There is so much time left for you...' Essentially nothing left. Nothing but her dad and her sister. Thanks god they hadn't been taken from her too.
Beth watched around the others in the car, as her view stayed on her dad's face.
"I go for a blow.", she whispered, while giving his hands a soft squeeze.
With a little nod to the others still waiting in the car, she climbed out of it too. With slowly steps she was approaching Maggie and the others. Wordless she stopped on her sister's side, just giving her a shallow smile, before she threw an expectant look at Daryl.
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Post by Storyteller on Nov 26, 2013 4:30:15 GMT -8
Maggie shared a hesitant look with Daryl as her sister joined the group at the end of the driveway. She knew what Beth wanted- to help. To be able to do something to feel useful. To not just sit and be stuck with all the thoughts of everything she'd lost. Maggie had wanted the same. But there was a seven year difference between the Greene sisters and with those seven years, a certain amount of skills with a firearm. Skills that Beth just didn't have yet.
"Beth, I need you to stay with the cars, okay?" Maggie said, turning to face the girl with a serious expression. "We don't know what we're going to find in there...one of us really needs to stay here with dad. Just in case." She didn't need to finish that thought. They all knew that there was a good chance that someone wouldn't make it back out of the house and Hershel Greene could not lose both of his daughters at once. Not now.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 26, 2013 11:24:34 GMT -8
"Beth, I need you to stay with the cars, okay? We don't know what we're going to find in there...one of us really needs to stay here with dad. Just in case."
Beth gave her sister a disappointed look. Again she felt useless to the others. Why Maggie didn't think she could dare the situation as well? She wasn't that weak little girl anymore... she don't wanted to be.
In thoughts Beth answered to Maggie: 'But I can help too. Do you really think in that case you mentioned I just want to stay with the cars and watch everyone dying again...?'.
However the words she actually used were the following:
"I see. So... I go back to Dad then."
Before she turned, her eyes watched Glenn for a little moment. She didn't say anything to him, but maybe he'd understand her silent request to take care of her sister. Then Beth went back to the cars, stopped there for a moment to have another look at Daryl, which seemed to going to investigate the house. With a sigh she opened the car door. Wordless she returned the looks of Lori and Carl, as she felt her dad's hand on her shoulder. Maybe Maggie was right. Someone had to be there for dad. But nevertheless there had to be something to contribute to the group. Silently she leant backward, watching her sister and the others from inside... again.
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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 Nov 26, 2013 13:26:36 GMT -8
Daryl
Daryl felt someone's eyes on him and he turned to see Beth looking at him. At the same time Maggie turned to her sister.
"Beth, I need you to stay with the cars, okay? We don't know what we're going to find in there...one of us really needs to stay here with dad. Just in case."
He saw the disappointment in her eyes.
"I see. So... I go back to Dad then."
She turned back to the vehicle were her father waited and took a seat. He felt bad for her, keeping busy was a good way of coping with the trouble they all faced. He had seen how Hershel handled himself on the farm, he was capable, but he would also need help there with Lori and Carl to look after. Someone had to he thought. Daryl turned his attention to Rick who was walking up the stairs to join him on the porch. Rick gestured to the others to join them and Daryl tried the lock. It was bolted but it felt loose. He applied increasing pressure and he heard the wood split and the lock give way. He grabbed the handle so it wouldn't swing open with a crash and gently opened the door to peer inside, his crossbow leading the way.
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Post by Storyteller on Nov 29, 2013 7:16:55 GMT -8
Watching Beth dejectedly go back to the car, Maggie felt guilty but knew that it was the only decision she could have made. She would not have been able to focus if she was worried about protecting Beth. One tin can shooting lesson with Shane didn't make someone ready to fight walkers. If something was waiting for them on the other side of that door...well Beth would have become a liability because Maggie would sooner take a walker bite than watch her sister take one. Once they found a place to settle, when they had a moment to breathe, Maggie promised to herself that she would teach Beth what she needed to know to help. But for now...
The sound of splintering wood interrupted her thoughts and she looked back at the house to see Daryl pushing open the front door. She quickly, but silently, drew her revolver and walked up the driveway to join Daryl and Rick on the porch.
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Post by unwrittentales on Dec 1, 2013 8:28:01 GMT -8
Actual he should have known better, at least he knew Rick for a rather long time now and in that time he had never let himself be swayed by a bad feeling. Once again Glenn looked back to the car in which their other companions where and unconsciously an oppressive feeling overcame him. They’ve lost so many of their friends and companions in the last weeks and months to carelessness, misfortune or disagreements and a billion times only luck leads them to ward off their skin. A deep emptiness filled his feelings when he thought back to the last day before their escape from the farm, back to the decision they made together with Rick and all the others and the consternation he saw in Dales eyes after he too chose to kill the stranger. Since then hardly any day went by, on which he doesn’t blame himself for that tragedy...
Just barely he managed to banish the thoughts of that horrible evening. But if he wanted to prevent a further catastrophe he needed to be concentrated and alerted and that in conclusion only worked when he was completely in here and now. The others already crossed the short driveway and entered the house through the front door. A silent sigh escaped his throat when he draw his Glock 19 and as is usual checked the ammo clip of his semi automatic Austrian pistol. Even last year he had never imagined to be used to have such a weapon in his hand but since then the world has changed basically and most of the people he knew were walker now.
“Damn it Glenn, get a grip!” he silently murmured to himself. Shortly he gave Hershel a nod and Beth an encouraging smile. He knew that both where worried sick for Maggie when they checked a house or gathered some supplies. For that it was even more important to stay concentrated to protect her. One last time he took a deep breath before he ran bent forward up the driveway and followed the others into the house...
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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 Dec 2, 2013 21:34:32 GMT -8
Daryl
Daryl walked down the dim hallway from the front door to the stairs. Rick was on his heels Python in hand, Maggie only a few paces behind. Glenn came through the door as they edged along, bringing up the rear. Rick turned back to face the young couple. He pointed up the stairs indicating they should clear the second floor while he and Daryl swept the ground level. They didn't need their escape route getting blocked.
Daryl turned off the hall into the first room on the left. It must have been the living room. The couch had been pushed against the far wall and the curtain's where drawn to shield those who had once occupied the house. An old entertainment center lay broken in front of the windows and scattered along with most of its contents. One of the panes must have been broken because the fabric danced in a slight breeze that passed through the unseen hole. His eyes scanned the floor looking for feet or anything that might give a lurker away. When he was satisfied nothing hid behind the curtains he turned and passed through the archway to his right into the dining room.
As with the last, this room appeared to be empty save for a walker's corpse sprawled across a large dining table. It's head bent over the edge staring at him upside down and cocked violently at an angle. Blood poured up over its forehead and pooled on the floor below it. He watched it... drip... drip... Someone had been here recently, this was a fresh kill. Something fairly dull had been forced through its skull, it was not a clean hole. That meant someone with some muscle. Daryl heard something scratching around out of sight on the other side of the room. He raised his crossbow and slowly walked around the table. Scanning the windows as he went.
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Hershel Greene
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Post by Hershel Greene on Dec 18, 2013 9:52:14 GMT -8
Hershel
"I see. So... I go back to Dad then." Before she turned, her eyes watched Glenn for a little moment.
Hershel watched from within the vehicle. He did not like the idea of Maggie going into the house like that but he knew now more than ever that no where was safe for them. He offered up a prayer for Glen and Maggie especially but then reached out and grabbed his shotgun. Beth returned to sit beside him. He reached up and put a hand on her shoulder while they watched the others enter the house and disappear out of sight. "Bethy, they are going to be just fine. We all have things we need to do. You keep an eye out with me, okay? We'll watch the road but stay close to me." Hershel stepped out of the car and leveled his gun as he started walking the perimeter of the convoy. They passed T-Dog still standing by the driveway watching the outside of the house. He looked down into his daughter's eyes and smiled, trying to pass some strength on to her to keep her spirits up.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 19, 2013 11:35:49 GMT -8
"Bethy, they are going to be just fine. We all have things we need to do. You keep an eye out with me, okay? We'll watch the road but stay close to me."
Beth looked up from the car window and advertant turned her eyes back to her dad. Her face expression brightened up and inwardly she sent a 'thank you' to him. She don't wanted to shut in the car while her sister and the others are investigating a house every moment could a diseased person appear from... or a 'walker' how the others called them. She couldn't really chum up with that term yet.
"Do you think there will ever be another place to be safe?", she suddenly asked her dad, as they had passed T-Dog standing by the driveway, now out of his hearing range.
Beth throw a disheartened look across the house entrance Daryl meanwhile has disappeared.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 19, 2013 21:05:59 GMT -8
Maggie didn't give any form of reply but crept up the simple wooden staircase, trying her best to keep the creaking of the old wood to a minimum. Photographs lined the wall of the stairs and as she made her ascent, she couldn't help but steal a glance at them. Mostly family photos- a mother, a father, a son and a daughter. Very young in the older looking photos- definitely from the 80's judging by the hair and clothing. But growing older with each step until the last photo showed parents with graying hair and two thirtysomethings, each with young families of their own. This picture, obviously once something displayed with pride, now sat crooked on the wall. Across it and streaked down, the rusty brown-red of dried blood. A grim reminder of the reality of the smiling faces in the picture. Not wanting to go any further down that road of thought, she turned back to the task at hand as she reached the landing.
The upstairs hall was dim, the only light coming from a small, dirty window at the far end. Three identical white oak doors lined the left side of the hall, two on the right. Feeling Glenn's presence behind her, she half-turned to him and indicated that she would take the first door on the left. Moving towards her chosen door, she tightly gripped the revolver in her hand and silently turned the brass knob. Readying the gun, she gently pushed the bottom of the door with her foot and watched it swing partially open. After waiting a moment to see if anything came through, she slipped through the doorway into what appeared to be a guest bedroom. Maggie carefully looked around, finding the main room empty. Another door stood open on the wall to the left of the bed, the door itself blocking her view of what was inside. She eased around the full sized bed frame to get a better vantage point and found a walk-in closet, devoid of any belongings or the undead.
Feeling a bit more at ease, Maggie turned from the empty closet back towards the hallway door only to find it blocked. She froze as the man entered into the bedroom, gun pointed in her direction.
"Well, well. You're most certainly a nine, ain't ya?"
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Nate
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What do you say, Russ? Should we just kill these folks and take all of their stuff?
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Post by Nate on Dec 20, 2013 18:55:28 GMT -8
Nate
Nate heard the front door crack open. The others turned their heads from their business for a second as he raised a finger to his lips. Peering out the window he saw some people still milling around a little convoy out by the road. So they had company... fun stuff. With his finger still held in place a wicked smile spread across his face. He turned his wrist to point that digit towards the door at the end of the hall. They moved quickly and quietly to their position. Nate left the door just barely cracked behind them to watch as he heard someone on the stairs.
Can't avoid them creaks he thought. Too bad for you. A moment later he saw two people enter the hall outside, a man and a woman. They split up. He marked the door the chick took. "Give me a few beats then take the two doors to the side, go get the little guy. Quietly meat heads, don't know how many are downstairs." He had a bottle of hooch riding on when they'd see a set of knockers again, he had this one in the bag, and maybe a little somethin extra. Slipping out into the hall he drew his gun, unable to contain his excitement. No sign of her partner, he had his opening. A quick rush put him over the threshold and he raised his semi as she turned away from a closet to look right at him. "Well, well. You're most certainly a nine, ain't ya? Honey you just made my day!" he gestured at her gun with the barrel of his. "Hand that over and not a peep. Don't want to have to hurt ya. My boys'll give your friend the invite."
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Post by unwrittentales on Dec 21, 2013 3:19:35 GMT -8
The small wooden stairs led up to a gloomy floor with several doors. Contrary to his expectations the floor and the whole house gave him a familiar feeling as if he already visited once, except that dark brown splashes which covered one part of the wall and which reminds him of some really bad horror movies. For some moments he just watched down the floor trying to remind how life could be in here before the plague arrived and the story the pictures of the two owners have told became reality in his imaination. A creaky noice of the wooden floor reminds him of the present situation. Maggie already went to one of the doors, holding her weapon while opening the door. Again he felt that bad feeling he already had since arriving here. Maybe they shouldn't split up in here but what would the others think about him when he even wasn't able to check a single room in an empty house on his own. Shortly he closed his eyes, calming down all that bad feelings. 'Ok, calm down and stay focussed. It's just an empty house, you'll see.' he murmurred to himself. When opening his eyes he looked back in Maggies direction recognizing that she already had entered the room.
"Hey Mag, be careful, ok? I... i love you" he whispered before pulling his Glock. As is usual he checked the ammo clip of his weapon. There were only 5 bullets left but still he hoped not to need any of them. Carefully he opened the door in front of him which was leading directly to the room next to the one Maggie chose. Once it was a childs room having lots of poster of different rock bands, most of them pretty dark and depressing, all over the walls. Next to him was a small table with a table lamp and some old books on it.
Beside the small bed on the other side of the room there was a mirror. Glenn already wanted to leave the room to check one of the others, when he realized a movement in that mirror. As fast as possible and with the weapon in hand he twirls around to shoot every walker that may have entered the room. Yet he saw the man who almost was bald and who looked as he was just fled from jail. For half a second he also saw the fist caming near, hitting his eyebrow and whiplashing him against that table. He noticed the shattering lamp and heard the words of the stranger telling something he wanted to do with Mag but for some reason he wasn't able to move. He just sat there realizing that he should have listened to his feelings...
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 21, 2013 6:48:47 GMT -8
"Well, well. You're most certainly a nine, ain't ya? Honey you just made my day!"
There was something about his voice that made her skin crawl but she kept her face as blank and stoney as possible. Her gun still rested in her hand in the same relaxed position it hand been while she was turning around. Maybe there was a way to use it to get the upper hand...
"Hand that over and not a peep. Don't want to have to hurt ya."
As if he read her mind, the stranger turned his attention away from her looks and to the revolver that she held. For a moment, Maggie thought about refusing. But by the look in the man's eyes, she didn't doubt that he'd take any excuse to start hurting people and with Glen across the hall it was a chance she couldn't take. Slowly she crossed the room to the doorway, turning the gun so that its barrel faced the floor.
"My boys'll give your friend the invite."
There were more of them. It shouldn't have surprised her but even so the realization made her feel like a block of lead had settled into her stomach. As she neared the stranger, there was a crash from the room across the hall.
"Glen!" The word fell from her mouth before she had a chance to stop it. The noise seemed to catch the stranger's attention too. Using the distraction to her advantage, Maggie's left arm shot out and pushed away the stranger's gun wielding arm. Then she used her momentum to drive her right elbow in the stranger's chest and raised her own gun in his direction.
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Nate
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What do you say, Russ? Should we just kill these folks and take all of their stuff?
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Post by Nate on Dec 21, 2013 7:15:37 GMT -8
Nate
Pain shot through his chest as he slammed back against the door frame. His gun fell from his outstretched hand and clattered to the floor. That bitch has some guts, he liked that! As she raised her weapon at him he lunged at her, had to be quick. He grabbed her wrists and spun her around using her arms to tie her up and keep her from using them. "I said not a peep, that means be quiet!" he spoke low into her ear as he pulled her close into a bear hug. Now facing the door they both saw as Nate's gang drug Glenn into the room and dropped him unceremoniously on the floor in front of them. "What the fuck was that? Do you guys understand how to keep it the fuck down?" The two on either side of Glenn just shrugged while the pair out in the hall did nothing. "If you all were thinking of getting a room the place has no vacancy. How many are you?" he directed the question at Maggie as he saw Glenn seemed to be a bit out of it at the moment. He failed to notice his gun still sitting on the floor near Glenn's right foot.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 21, 2013 7:29:36 GMT -8
Maggie cried out in pain as the man grabbed onto her wrist and wretched it behind her back.
"I said not a peep, that means be quiet!"
He pinned her arms as he wrapped himself around her. At his close proximity, the stench of whisky and body odor was strong and Maggie had to swallow hard to keep down her meager breakfast. As the other men hastily dragged Glen into the room, Maggie gratefully noted that other than some bruising on his face he seemed to be okay.
"If you all were thinking of getting a room the place has no vacancy. How many are you?"
"Screw you." she spat back, done with being cooperative. In vain, she struggled to get out of the stranger's tight grip. But she knew that it didn't matter. The real method of escape was downstairs and hopefully now alert with the amount of noise that they were making.
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Post by unwrittentales on Dec 21, 2013 11:19:43 GMT -8
Glenn wasn't able to tell what happened in the first moment after he get brutally clocked. Everything felt as if he was completely wrapped in cotton wool. He noticed they took his weapon after they roughly drug him onto his feet. The next thing he noticed was that they entered a room where Mag was gripped by a rough looking stranger.
"What the fuck was that? Do you guys understand how to keep it the fuck down?"
The guy snapped at his companion. It was obvious that he was the leader of this little gang. Maybe there was a possibility to negotiate with him to avoid a massacre like they had in the bar the last time they met some real human beeing. "I know this all is just a big misunderstanding. We all just want to stay alive. At the moment nobody got hurt so why don't you guys let us go and we'll leave this house as soon as possible." He just have finished his speech when he felt a huge hand rudly hitting his head.
"Shut ya fckn mouth and only talk when the boss wants you to." One of the man who drug him here and the same who knocked him down in the other room talked to him holding his face that near to him, that he could realize the rank smell of his breath. A real bad feeling overcame him. "I'll do whatever you want me to, but please, let her..." Glenn couldn't even finish his sentence before he felt that bad pain in the back of his knee and hit the floor again. Gales of laughter sounded from the two guards while he realized the gun besides his knee...
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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 Dec 21, 2013 16:11:06 GMT -8
Daryl
Daryl scooted around the dining room table and saw a rat bolt through the door into the kitchen. It had been pushing some kind of discarded food container across the floor. Probably had some remnant of its previous contents dried up inside that had attracted the creature’s attention. It was a shame but there hadn't been much meat on it anyway. He moved towards the doorway and was about to step through when he heard a thump from upstairs, followed by a much heavier one and then some quick footfalls moving from one side of the house to the other. That sounded more than a little odd. Daryl didn't wait and he swept through the kitchen fast enough to make sure it was clear but he didn't stop to investigate anything else. He reentered the front hall and was joined by Rick who had checked the other side of the ground floor. They both looked at each other and nodded.
Up the stairs they crept. Rick opened his mouth to call out when Daryl grabbed his arm to silence him. He cupped his ear and then pointed up. The hushed voices began to drift down to them. They had company. As the two crested the stairs two men stood in the hall looking into the first room on the left. Their backs where turned.
"Shut ya fckn mouth and only talk when the boss wants you to."
Daryl raised the crossbow, bolt cocked and ready to fly. He heard someone else speak up. This one had an authority in his tone.
"You're not going anywhere, paco! Your little lady has a mouth on her, I'll find a use for that. And I know you probably aren't okay with that so I'll just have to kill ya. Might as well help myself to your friends shit downstairs while I'm at it. You think people get this far without being willing to get their hands dirty? You know how this is going to go down."
That’s all Daryl needed to hear. He fired the bolt right into the back of the nearest man who stiffened as he started to scream, clutching at his back. After a moment he collapsed on the floor and Rick followed up with a blow from the butt of his revolver to the skull of the second man. His body crumpled to the floor instantly. The two men flanking Glenn spun around and all their attention was on Daryl who had loaded a new bolt and stood ready. “Yeah we do. Do anything but piss your pants and you’re gonna have bigger problems then your friends out there.”
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 21, 2013 17:04:11 GMT -8
"Glenn!" the name again came unbidden as one of the larger guys cracked Glenn across the back of the head and then kicked his knees out from under him. The harder she struggled, it seemed, the tighter the man's hold on her became. She could still feel her gun, now useless as it dangled from her debilitated right hand. Where were Rick and Daryl?
"You're not going anywhere, paco! Your little lady has a mouth on her, I'll find a use for that."
Maggie grimaced as the man dropped his head to whisper that in her ear, his hot breathe uncomfortably close to her face. His implication was received loud and clear. Desperately, she tried to pull away again but for her efforts only managed to entangle herself more. He seemed almost amused as he removed the gun, her last weapon of defense, from her hand.
"And I know you probably aren't okay with that so I'll just have to kill ya. Might as well help myself to your friends shit downstairs while I'm at it. You think people get this far without being willing to get their hands dirty? You know how this is going to go down."
A scream erupted from the hallway and Maggie whipped her head around, afraid for a moment that all the commotion had gained the attention of some hidden walker. Hope was restored at the sight of a feather tailed arrow sticking out from the assailant's back. As her captor's head also turned to the hall, Maggie kicked her foot back into his knee. The force knocked him off of his feet and Maggie dropped to the floor, grabbing a hold of Glenn's arm before scrambling for cover behind the large bed.
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Hershel Greene
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I hereby declare we have spaghetti Tuesdays every Wednesday.
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Post by Hershel Greene on Dec 21, 2013 17:04:29 GMT -8
Hershel
"Do you think there will ever be another place to be safe?"
He glanced down at his daughter as they continued to make their rounds. He took a moment to think about her question. He believed there would be place for them. "Even in this world we all still have our place." He stopped walking and turned to face her. "Our options might be a little limited but there's something out there for us too." he smiled at Beth before he turned to start walking again. He froze. Like a plane approaching before the sound washes over you, Hershel saw them. Dozens of walkers coming silently down the road from the direction they had come. Then he started to hear them. "Bethy go inside and get the others! Hurry we have no time now, we have to go!" He took a moment longer to count in vain before taking cover behind the rear vehicle. There were hundreds...
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Post by unwrittentales on Dec 21, 2013 20:34:06 GMT -8
From one second to the other the whole situation changed. His hand already closed tightly around the grip of the Colt ready to shoot that guy who held Maggie. At least that was the plan even if Glenn knew what happened some weeks ago when they were attacked by those other survivors in the pub Hershel went to after the "cleaning" of the barn like Shane had called it. He still felt the same paralysing fear when thinking about attacking a breathing one but this time there was a great difference. He would only do it to save Mag. Glenn already looked up, the Colt in his hand ready to shoot when Maggie tooked him dragging him back behind the large bed.
"Mag, are you ok? Nothing happened to you, right?" He softly touched her face looking straight into her eyes. For a second everything around them was forgotten. No other surviver, no fight and of course no one trying to rape Maggie. He wished this moment would last forever but also knew the others would need their help to succeed against those gang.
Carefully he pulled the Colt aiming for one of those strangers who also had pulled their weapons and hid behind the door frame. Shortly he wondered where there leader was but possibly he was already shot by Rick so he continued aiming for that other guy. His hand shivered that much, that he would need more than luck to hit him. Without having achieved anything he lend back behind their cover running his fingers through his hair. Even if they were brutal bats he couldn't shoot them as if it was nothing...
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Nate
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What do you say, Russ? Should we just kill these folks and take all of their stuff?
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Post by Nate on Dec 21, 2013 21:06:18 GMT -8
Nate
Nate's blood boiled. He lost the girl and his leg hurt like hell. The guy with the crossbow had taken cover in the hall but a few heavy rounds tore through the drywall, probably from his partner. This was getting out of hand and if there was something he was good at it was living to fight another day. "We're overstaying our welcome! Time to go." The two men rushed into the hall.
With a few close shots Rick dived into another room for cover. His boys where down the stairs and Nate followed their lead but ran into Daryl at the top. Nate batted the weapon out of his hand but was too close to use his gun.
They wrestled for the upper hand but lost their footing. Daryl and Nate crashed down the stairs and landed in a heap at the bottom. To add insult to injury his head was hazy, he must have cracked it pretty good on the way down. The weapon he'd taken from the girl lay by the open front door. His men having made a break for their van.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 21, 2013 21:34:49 GMT -8
"Mag, are you ok? Nothing happened to you, right?"
Maggie shook her head, looking back into Glenn's eyes. Tears pricked in her own eyes with the relief of having him in her arms, of escaping those bastards who had almost destroyed what little they had left. As Glenn pulled away to help join in the fight, Maggie became keenly aware that her weapon had gone with the man who had been holding her. Fighting the urge to let loose a string of words that would make her father blush and stick a bar of soap in her mouth, she peered around the edge of the bed frame to get a better bearing on where the fight was headed.
Their adversaries, sensing the tide was not turning in their favor, ran from the room. With the crashing down the stairs, it seemed that Daryl or Rick had caught up to them. Finally alone in the room, Maggie glanced over at Glenn, who had sunk back below the side of the bed. Carefully, so not to startle him, she put her hand on his shoulder and pulled him close to her.
"It's okay, Glenn. We're okay," her soft southern lilt shook despite her words and she let her head rest on top of his, "We're okay."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 21, 2013 21:41:54 GMT -8
Beth looked up at some point she got no answer from her dad. Has he lost the hope the same as her?
"Even in this world we all still have our place."
They still have? Really? But then what was the place her mum had? All of them, they had to lock up in the barn. She would never forget how Shane could open the door to shoot them like they were just monsters. Or were they? Has her family and she had been wrong to believe they still were human?
"Our options might be a little limited but there's something out there for us too."
Beth stopped walking too and again looked up at her dad. An cheery smile was laying on his lips, as their eyes met each other. Beth gave him a little nod, before she wordless followed him continuing making their round. But then suddenly he stopped, a frozen look at his face. Beth followed his looking direction and hold her breath, as she saw them too. Dozens of... walkers.. coming silently down the road. A silent but steady groaning accompanied their steps.
"Bethy go inside and get the others! Hurry we have no time now, we have to go!"
With wide opened eyes she again just gave him a nod, before she turned around and ran to the house entrance the others has been disappeared through. She didn't like to leave him alone, but now it was important to get the others from inside. As she hurried, climbing up the stairs, her dad's words once again sounded in her mind. Was that the place of her? Not a place in the classical meaning, but being a part of the group, caring for eachother.
Beth heard a loud crashing noise from inside the house.
"No... please no...", she whispered to herself, opening the front door. The same moment she touched the door latch, it opened itsself and two scary looking men sally out towards her, heading for the van at the driveway without taking care of her. Only one of them turned a short look around. Beth had a bad feeling about this, so she hurried up entering the house. Out of her breath Beth found herself in a huge ground floor. On the bottom of a long stair she realised Daryl laying on the ground, another scary guy aside. What happened here?
"We've to go!", she gave him a loud call, trying to ignore the other man.
Beth heard voices from upstairs. Maggie! Without thinking about it twice she climped up the stairs to the second floor. Her hands shivery holding on the banister.
"Maggie? Glenn..? Where are you? We've to disappear from here!", she shouted up the stairs. Immediately she arrived the last step, while sending a little prayer out that they all are ok.
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