Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit. Bonnie ducked behind a unit of shelves at the muffled voice coming through the glass door. Figures that the only time this crappy abandoned town saw any action was when she was in the middle of something. The little jingle of the bell on the door let her know she was completely screwed. Even if she could make some sort of spectacular getaway, she'd be doing it empty handed since she barely made it to the back of the store, let alone found a way to the narcotics, before these two dickheads interrupted her.
"Hey hon, 'am back home. What's for lunch?"
Bonnie needed to find a way to have her cake and eat it too. Her eyes scanned the shelves in front of her, landing on a small can of travel bug spray. Well, it was something. Quietly, she slipped it into the pocket of her green jacket. Here goes nothin'.
"With any luck, not me," she quipped, standing to her full height and holding her hands in the air as she made her appearance. Taking in the two men before her, she'd be surprised if they weren't there for the same exact reason that she was. She knew that kind of guy, having been around them more times that she cared to remember. She also knew that there were ways of working them. Her voice took on a deeper, slightly sultry tone as she tipped head towards the pharmacy, "Anyone have a key?"
Post by unwrittentales on Jun 28, 2014 12:03:56 GMT -8
Joe wasn't sure what he had expected to find in that pharmacy but he never thought to find someone like that girl suddenly appearing between some of those empty shelves. "With any luck, not me" Hesitantly he examined the girl who was at least not obviously armed. Nevertheless he had a bad feeling with her. Girls like her always mean trouble, that was something he knew from bittersweet experiences in the past. "Man, you could have tell me that there were not only shrews in town but also some cheerleader." Automatically he twinkled at Bonnie. Yeah, it was sure as death that she will cause trouble. "Anyone have a key?" Joe furrowed his brows. "Still in fear for your nails? Hold your bag and watch daddy open it" Reflexively he draw a wrinkled packet of cigarettes from one of his pockets and put one of his last three fags in the corner of his mouth. Slowly he moved to the back of the room to see what he could do there, his hand still close to the gun.
**Nate and Joe enter from Georgia Town - Main Street**
"Hey hon, 'am back home. What's for lunch?" Nate's laugh died to a chuckle and then faded as he wiped the corner of his eye. They continued walking towards the back somewhat cautiously but only Joe had his gun at the ready. It did occur to Nate that he wouldn't be able to do much if that wasn't a precaution against the dead... He'd been around a lot of people but most of them were easy to peg. Not so with Joe. He'd bet a dime bag he was a tricky one.
"I'll bet there is still something good on the menu," he said as he scanned the shelves. The place wasn't completely bare. "With any luck, not me," a voice rang out from behind a counter. The two men froze. A young girl popped up and held her hands out in a seemingly nonthreatening nature. She nodded her head towards the pharmacy door. Must be where they kept the good stuff. "Anyone have a key?" she added as her voice took on a seductive sound. Everything in him started to tingle as this just kept getting better and better. "Hell I'll break down that door for ya, darlin. I'm sure there's more than enough for all of us! What ya think Joe?" He cocked his head to look at the man and his grin disappeared. Joe was gone. "Now where'n the hell did ya-" Nate cut himself short as he saw Joe was already taking matters into his own hands opening the door to the stash in the back.
As the first man began to figure out a way into the pharmacy, Bonnie couldn't believe her luck. At this rate, she wouldn't have to lift a finger to get into that back room. Piece of cake. These boys were eating right out of her hands. Not that she was totally swindling them. She was positive that everyone would get just what they wanted out of this deal. Maybe even a little extra... They weren't bad looking, the two of them, and drugs hadn't been the only craving she'd had since leaving Leland.
She sidled up to the man still standing before her and brushed the tips of her fingers over his bicep, "My big, strong heroes. However will I be able to repay you?"
Post by unwrittentales on Jun 28, 2014 14:36:45 GMT -8
Carefully he took his way to the back of the room where the locked door was. A single look told him it was a double protected and very stable door which wouldn't be broken easily. If he doesn't want to look like a total dumb-ass he shouldn't even try to throw himself against it. This was the time for smarter solutions. He just turned right to ask Nate for some tools as he realized that the others stayed in the entrance of that shop. A short look over his shoulder confirmed his suspicion. Nate was flirting with that easy-going girl. Maybe this was the perfect chance to take advantage of the situation. Nate wouldn't look for the car as long as his eyes where mesmerized by her breast. For a last time his eyes scanned the nearby shelves for anything he could use to open the door but didn't find the right tool. "Kay, love birdies. Got to get some tools to break through. Just stay here. Be back in a sec." With a strange expression on his face he left the pharmacy.
"My big, strong heroes. However will I be able to repay you?" Oh he could think of a few good ways for her. Joe walked past them mumbling something about tools, "I got your tools right here!" he said as Nate pulled his gun out. He tapped on the little window on the door. It wasn't reinforced. One dead on shot and the glass blew out. "Easy peasy." He boosted himself with a stool from behind the counter and reached down the other side and released the lock on the door, swinging it open.
"Aren't gonna find anything better than that in a pharma-" Nate looked in the direction Joe had gone and he could see out the front window. Joe was heading for his truck! "Hey! Where do ya think you're going?" Not sure how far his voice was travelin Nate started walking for the front door.
Post by unwrittentales on Jul 6, 2014 3:36:31 GMT -8
Without any trouble he opend the front door of the truck. He never thought it to be that easy and for a moment Joe really feelt cheated out of his thrill. Of course he wanted to steal the truck as long as he saw it approaching on the road. It would be his ticket to leave this dreary dullsvile and maybe a chance to reach the mexican border or at least a bigger city. But as long as he thought about this plan a rush of adrenaline was a central part of it. In a land where man had nothing but the struggle for life at least the very few dreams should come to fulfillment as close as possible. Unsatisfied he gnashed his teeth and spit out on the dusty road. Maybe he would regret but he made his decision. "Not today..." he whispered to the truck as suddenly the sharp noise of a pistol shot broke silence. Automatically Joe looked down at his chest, awaiting the rapidly spreading red spot but it doesn't appear. Did he miss him? He was sure he would be shot by Nate if he found out. In a world where you own almost nothing but the pumping blood in your veins you would fight all the more for the less extra you have. Irritated he turned back but Nate was still in the pharmacy. Maybe this was his lucky day. With his free hand he took the jack from behind the front seat and came back to the pharmacy where he directly met Nate. "Looking pretty nervous buddy, did you really miss me that quickly?" And with a blink of his eyes he walked to the back of the room just to see that the door had already been opened before...
Post by Storyteller on Jul 27, 2014 4:18:49 GMT -8
"Aren't gonna find anything better than that in a pharma-" "Hey! Where do ya think you're going?"
Bonnie ignored the lunkhead beside her as he finally realized that his 'friend' was double crossing him. Wasn't her fight. Besides, the gate to the kingdom was now open and its riches were ripe for the taking.
It took all the willpower she had not to go rushing in. But she was an addict, not an idiot. While some would argue they might be one and the same, she was smart enough to know that just because that door had been locked pretty soundly that didn't mean shit. Her hand hovered close to the smooth leather handle of her knife, tucked carefully through her belt for easy access, and she slowly entered her salvation.
Doing her best to ignore the haul before her, she cleared the first small aisle. Then the next. Both were mercifully empty of rotting, walking corpses. Only two more stood between her and what would likely be the most satisfying high she would ever experience.
Aisle number three brought no surprises but turning the corner of the last aisle revealed what she had suspected. A badly emaciated walker lay in the corner of it, clad in a dirty pharmacy jacket. An empty bottle of pills lay next to it. At first sight, it barely moved. Even after it saw Bonnie, all it seemed able to do was weakly reach toward her. Must have been in here since the beginning. Poor bastard locked himself in here and swallowed a month's worth of something, not knowing he was gonna turn into one of those things. No matter. It'd be easy enough to dispatch now. Maybe not with a knife though. She eyed the reaching arms. It was definitely weak but getting in close enough to stick a hand knife through its skull could prove to be a problem. Must be something else in the store she could use. Annoyed, she exited back out into the main room where the two men now stood having apparently kissed and made up.
"Pharmacist apparently opted out. Either of you gents happen to have something we can smash its skull in with?"
"Looking pretty nervous buddy, did you really miss me that quickly?" Joe stood in front of him holding the jack from behind the seat. So he was just looking for something to bash that in huh? Nate wasn't sure he was buying that... "You and I need to discuss a few rules pal, when my lady is involved you better be asking me for permiss-" He stopped short as that nice piece of ass came wandering out of the back room looking a little deflected. "Pharmacist apparently opted out. Either of you gents happen to have something we can smash its skull in with?" His mouth slightly agape he just shut it and smiled.
With a fast glance at Joe, Nate scooted through the open door and proceeded to the end where he heard the noise. The stiff slid down the wall and feebly tried to pull itself along. He didn't act at first but just watched. It's eyes met his and his brow furled a little. That probing arm reached up and he took it, by the back of the wrist to avoid the nails. Then he snapped it back at the elbow and twisted, breaking the arm off completely. With a raucous laugh Nate took the sharp end of the bone and plunged it through its own head, leaving a crooked waving hand to mark his passing. "Better?" the man called back to his companions.
Post by unwrittentales on Aug 23, 2014 16:44:28 GMT -8
A moment or two passed while the two guys were just starring at each other. No words have been spoken but in some strange way this silence between them sorted things out ways better than any argue could have. "You and I need to discuss a few rules pal, when my lady is involved you better be asking me for permiss-" Before Nate could finish his words their new acquaintance came back from the rear room revealing the owners whereabouts. Surprisingly Nate directly rushed to solve this. But was it really that surprising? Joe looked at her with a glance of appraisal. She was no frump, well honestly she was pretty hot and from one second to the other a broad grin showed on his face. "Seems like you already got his balls in your little hands. If I were you, I'd let him bleed for it." he murmured while he was following Nate with some strange expression on his face. The only strange thing in here wasn't this whole Bonnie / Nate stuff but the fact that he wasn't thinking about leaving this one-horse town. He allowed the chance to get a truck to elapse and felt comfortable with it. To be honest, for the first time in weeks he felt appertaining. "Damn it... in the end it's me turning into a mindless puss." Maybe he just needed some TCAs or at least some good painkiller...
Nate didn't waste any time pulling a bag out from a pile of trash on the floor. Discarded boxes of used med's. Looks like someone had been back here with the pill pusher for a little while anyway. He just shrugged and started pulling things off the shelves into their new home. "What's taking so long? Doesn't anybody want some of the swag?"
Nate scooted to the next isle and saw some food, seemed he opted out prematurely. And why didn't his friend take any of this with him before jumping ship? It was then that he saw the glint of the light from the doorway off something in the last isle. A pair of festering eyes.
Post by Storyteller on Oct 19, 2014 20:51:13 GMT -8
Bonnie followed the guy back into the pharmacy. It didn't matter that he was acting like a swaggering peacock showing off his tail feathers as long as he got the job done and she got her escape. And get the job done he did. Bonnie even almost cringed as he yanked the geek's forearm off and stuck it through its own skull like some grotesque Picaso. Almost.
"It'll do." Bonnie responded wryly. "Definitely an A+ for creativity."
He began raiding the shelves, but Bonnie's eyes lingered on the corpse. Ben, his name tag read. Sometimes it was hard remembering that these things were actually once people with names and lives.
"What's taking so long? Doesn't anybody want some of the swag?"
Not that it mattered now. Bonnie snapped out of it and began checking out the first aisle. "Lame...Lamer...God, where the hell did all the good stuff go?"
Then she saw it. Their salvation. "A hydrocodone hay day." There had to be at least a dozen bottles of it. Enough to get them good and high many times over. She grabbed a few bottles and stuffed them into her jacket pockets. Wouldn't fit them all in there though. "Hey, get over here with that bag. It's our lucky day."
No answer. What was he doing over there? "Did you hear me? Hello?" Finally, she stuck her head out of the aisle in time to see a second geek pulling its way in to rain on their parade. This one seemed to have more spirit than the other. The hell was this? Grand Rotting Corpse Station?
She pulled out her knife, walked over and roughly plunged the weapon into its rotting brains before it even had a chance to lift its arms off the floor. Without skipping a beat, she turned to the guy with the bag. "Found some hydrocodone up here. Awesome shit. Follow me with that bag, there's enough to have us seeing rainbows for days."
It almost seemed like a dream. He heard some voices in the distance but those eyes held him. It wasn't fear though, just... some sort of sick fucking understanding. Here was another soul that just ran on one desire. Like him. The thought ended as the chick plunged a knife through its head. He got his wits about him then, came back to his surroundings.
"Found some hydrocodone up here. Awesome shit. Follow me with that bag, there's enough to have us seeing rainbows for days." He followed along in silence as she lead the way. He really didn't want to go back to base. But these people would probably be expecting to crash soon. And it was as good a place as they where going to get. As they stopped in the next aisle his spirits lifted again when he saw the bottles. "That's a good girl," he said as that smile spread across his face once more. "We're going to live like kings tonight Joe!"
Post by unwrittentales on Dec 27, 2014 11:55:57 GMT -8
He had followed them into the backroom with its several aisles. But instead of accompanying them directly he leaned back against one shelve, his right feet leaning against it, and observed the happening. His view followed his way back through the pharmacy to the street out in front of the shop. Long shadows, thrown by the buildings and the setting sun, could already been seen. It won't last long until the night finally would begin. A sore feeling rised in his throat. Those days he liked the beginning evening, the time to get out into some pub. Nowadays even these little pleasures could bring death. Without a second thought he spitted on the ground. Some buildings away the dead body of a former mailman was slowly crossing the street following an unknown instinct. Or maybe just an unlucky stranger was somewhere out there.
We're going to live like kings tonight Joe! Nates words just forced his thoughts back into the pharmacy and with a single move he pushed off the shelve and made some steps into the room a strange smirk on his face. "Yeah, sounds like a damned plan. Even though I would..." for a second he stopped. Eavesdropping. Has he really heared that quitly scratching noise? Or was he already hallucinating? Again he waited for a moment but as nothing happend he just shook his head. "Whatever... let's get this party started."
He hefted his bag up and shoveled the goods inside. No need to waste any more time. Nate looked back at Joe and noticed he kept looking out the front window.
"Well what do you say honey, you coming back with us? Hah! Who am I kidding you dont want to miss the fun, right?" He pushed his way out from the back and started towards the front entrance. "Lets get the hell outta here!" he said, fishing around in his pocket for the truck keys.
Post by Storyteller on Dec 28, 2014 18:51:55 GMT -8
"Well what do you say honey, you coming back with us? Hah! Who am I kidding you dont want to miss the fun, right?"
Bonnie narrowed her eyes. There was no way in hell she was letting them take off with all that. Not alone anyway. She shrugged, "Ain't got any other pressing engagements." But the boys were already on the move. With once last quick glance around the pharmacy, she followed them back out into the main room. "Lets get the hell outta here!"
Seems someone was itching just as much as her. "So, where is it you fellas call home?" she asked as the three of them piled into the cab of the truck.
He might seem like he was coming on strong, Nate could see that from the look in the woman's eye. But he didn't care, let her think he was excited about the big high... And come to think of it... He dodged her question as he realized he didn't know what to call her. "Hey, what's your name darlin?"
He waited with a sly smile on his face. He was thinking she looked like a Beth. He didn't give two shits though as he was trying to picture her without that top. And that thought just made his smile more pronounced.
Post by Storyteller on Apr 19, 2015 17:22:23 GMT -8
"Hey, what's your name darlin?"
So that's how they were gonna play this game. Luckily, Bonnie didn't give a damn that the guy was staring at her breasts so hard that his eyeballs were about to roll out of his head. She wasn't at all worried that she was sandwiched between two strange dudes in the front of some guy's truck. Because she was getting her part of the shit and then she was gone.
That being said, Bonnie wasn't going to stand for the games. "Well, how 'bout you tell me where we're going and I might just tell ya what my name is."
It never occurred to the man that old place could actually be a bragging point like this, heck it could get him laid. And that thought meant Nate was no longer thinking even remotely with his head. "A little church not too far from here if we take a straight shot. I like to call it the House of Nate... That's me," He blurted out as he played just about his whole hand out of turn. "So... hows about that name?"
Post by Storyteller on May 30, 2015 23:25:32 GMT -8
"A little church not too far from here if we take a straight shot. I like to call it the House of Nate... That's me," "So... hows about that name?"
What a little cleavage could do.
'Nate' just about spilled his guts much quicker than Bonnie had expected. She was oddly disappointed. While she had no desire to play his games she had been looking forward to playing some of her own. No matter, she'd been playing them this whole time anyway. Now she knew where they were headed and, more importantly, how to get back when her 'knights in shining armor' were too wasted to even notice she'd left.
"Well, guess a deal is a deal," she conceded with a coy grin, "Name's Bonnie. Ain't met up with many people who have their own camp, that's...impressive." One hand slid from the seat of the car up to Nate's thigh. "Ya'll must have a group then, huh?"
Post by Medieval Kevin on Jul 26, 2015 18:26:57 GMT -8
The truck swerved as he felt that hand slide up his thigh. "You betcha, its mine. Forged that with my iron will. And that is saying something. Buncha selfish assholes looking for a opening to get the high ground on ya. All the time. It's not all bad though." As he said that Nate slowed the truck down some and darted over her lap to release the latch on the passenger side door. With a quick snap of his fist he sent Joe tumbling out of the cab and into the street."Teach ya for trying to steal my truck ya piece of shit!"
He sped off but slowed the truck just enough as he saw Joe starting to laugh. Had to be a special crazy son of a bitch, he let him climb into the back of the truck though... Just like his old dogs. Nate continued his thought to Bonnie. "Like I said, it ain't all bad. As long as you let em know once in a while who is boss."
Post by Medieval Kevin on Sept 30, 2015 19:58:11 GMT -8
The going was a little slow since he had to detour to avoid a herd growing on 83. As the miles slid past the silence settled over the cab. It was the first time something like this actually bothered Nate. He had to wonder if it was the fact that this woman could actually take care of herself... And he was laying on the blatant alpha dog shit.
"So hows about you weight in, if the camp doesn't sound like your cup of tea... We could always go our own way." the man said, breaking the quiet. "We could divide up the stash. Then I'm sure we could think of something else to pass the time."
Post by unwrittentales on Dec 11, 2015 4:37:43 GMT -8
As soon as the two started to flirt he closed his eyes and started thinking about some nice cigarettes. Before all this shit he never thought about having a deprivation but nowadays it wasn't that easy to get good fags. Yes, soon he would need to get some replenishment or he would get crazy. Shortly he listened them and for a moment he was willing to also introduce himself to her, but then he just closed his eyes again quietly murmuring "woman are trouble, buddy. you will also learn one day".
After a while the truck suddenly got slower and then stopped. Joe just rouse from a strange dream as a straigt punch hit his face and let him fell out of the truck.
Teach ya for trying to steal my truck ya piece of shit! Joe touched his nouse but everything seemed unharmed. For a moment his blood boiled and he wanted to react on it, but then out of no reason, he just started to laugh.
Yes, he would stay over night with his new companion. But he also new, he wouldn't stay forever. Tomorrow he would start going to the city to get some nice cigarettes...
Post by Storyteller on Jan 19, 2016 9:04:04 GMT -8
She'd been quiet ever since Nate punched their traveling companion clear out of the truck. Not that it disturbed her much. But it seemed the lunkhead had more balls and brains than she'd gave him credit for. And that just made everything more complicated than she'd anticipated. When she did make her exit, she'd have to get out of the area quick. "So hows about you weight in, if the camp doesn't sound like your cup of tea... We could always go our own way." "We could divide up the stash. Then I'm sure we could think of something else to pass the time."
Nate finally broke the silence and Bonnie was somewhat surprised as his alpha male persona slipped. "I'm sure we can..." she purred, turning the charm back on. If she was going to make this work, she was going to have to pour it on thick. To drive her point home, she leaned over close to his ear, "Lotsa ways I can think of right now...if you're game, that is."
He was. He didn't have to answer for her to know that. She pressed on, taking advantage of her position to nibble the sensitive skin just below his ear. "You got a...secluded place at your camp? For just the two of us...Don't want to go sharing with just any asshole around..."
Post by Medieval Kevin on May 29, 2016 20:04:05 GMT -8
"Oh honey... Do I ever!" Nate let out a laugh which he kept to a minimum. He didn't want to interrupt Bonnie. He wanted to see her skills. When she leaned back he seized the moment. "I got just the place. And anybody tries butting in on my business... I'll kill him." The way the man said that showed just how little it meant to him. It was easy. But he would enjoy it. "People take what they can get. Why should we be any different. It's always been that way. Now its just easier. You don't need to worry about any of these fuckers. Let's go." Nate gunned the engine and sped off towards his camp.
**Nate and Bonnie exit to Nate's Camp**
"I'm bad and that's good. I will never be good and that's not bad. There's no one I'd rather be than me." Bad-Anon 2015