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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 14, 2018 12:24:35 GMT -8
"I know,""And even though I barely know him, Grant is one of us. He deserves to go with dignity, so the least we can do is make him comfortable,"
Negan didn't dare to raise any objection; maybe even had to admit that she was right. After all, they couldn't just shut him down like he was a fucking machine not working anymore. And so he answered the brief look she was giving him with no more than a nod before he silently watched her patching Grant up. Even though it still would be for nothing.
"Sorry about your couch, man.", Grant suddenly produced amidst hard breathing and even came up with a weak smile.
"Oh, c'mon, shut the fuck up and follow her damn leads.", he replied in his usual manner, but with the hint of a smile following his words; a smile not containing any sign of joy though. But Grant seemed to have gotten the message, sending another weak smile Negan's way before making all effort again to lie still.
Like Ingrid had said, Grant was one of them; maybe not being the most motherfucking badass but being a part of this cunting group of survivors. And actually, Grant really wasn't that much of a puss he had thought before. To be honest, Negan hadn't expected him to live out more than two days back at the time when he had saved his life in the hospital's parking garage. But this guy had fucking taught him better by making two weeks of it.
While Ingrid was making a good effort in taking care of Grant's wound, Negan was heading for the window with the view of the driveway. With one of them about to die off on his couch, a continuously rising of tension seemed to accompany each of his moves, as he tried to look out for Nora.
"You all right over there?", he eventually asked in the couch's direction without looking back. In mind, he was busy with sending curses their other companion's way. What the hell does take so long to get a goddamn bag? In fact, wasn't she gone for too long yet, but time seemed to go by a little different with this current level of stress. He just wasn't willing to add another person to the couch.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on May 14, 2018 17:37:59 GMT -8
Nora was having one of those moments where she thought she knew exactly where something was but when she went to find it, the bag wasn't there. Like when a lottery ticket or a gift receipt gets placed somewhere so it won't get lost and then you somehow manage to lose it -- just as maddening, only no one's life depended on it. She continued to rummage through the toolbox in the bed of the truck, madly tossing supplies aside but coming up empty. "Dammit!" she blurted as she slammed the lid closed. Where else, where else, she prompted herself as she tried to wipe the sweat and muck from her brow.
Inside. It had to be inside the truck, in the space behind the seat. Grant had even suggested putting it there to be safe when they drove through the city of Richmond. More difficult for roving looters to get to. Nora jumped down to the ground and unlocked the driver's side door, flinging it open. She shoved the seat back forward and reached for the duffel bag, pulling it out before replacing the seat and closing the door.
"Got it!" she announced, perhaps unnecessarily, as she burst back in the door and planted herself on the floor by the couch. Ingrid had cleaned the wound and was now sewing it up with surprisingly steady hands. She unzipped the bag and picked her way through the various prescription bottles and glass vials of liquid. "What do you need?" she asked Grant.
"Uh...penicillin," he struggled to answer, pain and fear now taking a grip on his words. "And maybe tequila."
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Post by Ariel on May 15, 2018 22:47:16 GMT -8
Ingrid made the final adjustments to complete the stitching in Grant's leg which was swollen with the sickness. Ingrid remained collective, yet she felt horribly for this man as she knew that he was in the fight for his life and losing drastically.
"What do you need?" "Uh...penicillin," "And maybe tequila."
Nora reappeared right beside Ingrid, bearing the bottles of medicine that Grant had requested. Standing upward, Ingrid retreated from the couch as she did not want to overcrowd Grant. Whatever happened to lead to this moment, the details were still but a blur to Ingrid. However, Nora seemed to be beating herself up over it as Ingrid felt her internal struggle in this chaotic moment. She figured that Nora could use a few moments alone with him anyways and could only hope Nora could seek somewhat of closure in the tiny frame of time that was left.
Back tracking to where Negan stood, they both gazed at the heartbreaking situation where they both knew would be coming to an end sooner than they'd like. Ingrid felt like she was in a time loop, and knew that this was their new reality. If they were going to draw people in to survive together, they sure as hell should also be prepared to lose lives of their people.
"When it happens...when Grant passes, take care of Nora. I'll make sure Grant doesnt wake as one of them," Ingrid leaned inwards to Negan, as she felt they were both aware of the fact that they would never wish anyone to turn as Lucille did, "She'll need you."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 16, 2018 13:22:00 GMT -8
Negan let out an inner sigh of relief, when he finally spotted Nora in the door, making her way back to Grant, a duffel bag with supplies in her hand.
"What do you need?" "Uh...penicillin," "And maybe tequila."
Silently he turned around and watched everyone else doctoring their agonizing companion, while he still felt like they couldn't do anything after all. Anything but to watch him bite the dust.
"When it happens...when Grant passes, take care of Nora. I'll make sure Grant doesn't wake as one of them,", Ingrid eventually addressed him, after she had placed herself right next to him.
Both of them seemed to have made the decision to become nothing more than a watcher in the background, ready to tidy things up once all of this was over, in this tragedy. Behind a severe look, there seemed to happen some kind of inner fight on Negan's features. He actually didn't know himself what that fight was about, but feelings of anger, regret, and even parts of personal memories were included. But instead of allowing them to surface, Negan slugged them down.
"She'll need you."
"Not gonna bitch out here, but don't you think it would be wise to redistribute that dispatching of tasks?", he eventually stated in Ingrid's direction. Of all persons around he truly saw himself the worst in giving consolation by a mile. Before she could have given an answer to that, his head turned back to Grant and Nora though, his teeth visible grinding in his jaw. Negan felt like waiting for a friend to pass was the only fucking thing they could do right now. What a wonderful day.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on May 18, 2018 0:39:56 GMT -8
"Uh...penicillin. And maybe tequila."
"Are you forgetting who our host is?" Nora asked Grant in a teasing tone. "I'm sure he hid all the good booze. But I'll see what I can find." At the moment, she was occupied with finding the penicillin he had requested.
"Actually, morphine would be better," he suggested weakly. "There should be a glass vial and a syringe...."
She nodded and continued looking. There weren't many glass vials to examine before she found the right one. "How much should I give you?" she asked, trying to work out the measurement lines on the orange-capped syringe.
"All of it."
Her brow furrowed as her focus turned back to him, unsure if she'd heard him right. "I can't...I can't give you all of it. You'd overdose."
Grant nodded as if to confirm that was the point. "I'll just go to sleep," he explained. "No more pain. Don't waste meds on me when you'll need them."
"But you need them right now," she protested, digging back through the bag to look for the penicillin or whatever else might be in there.
He reached out a trembling hand to firmly stop her search. "Nora, it's okay, I'm done," he stated with a resigned smile. "Even if I weren't infected, I'd just slow you down."
Nora shook her head insistently. "No, you're not...you're not done. I mean, you're not a doctor. You don't know --"
"I do."
She regarded the morphine and the syringe in her hands solemnly, the tears making it difficult to see them. "You can't ask me to do this. It's not fair," she asserted in a voice barely above a whisper.
"I know, but I trust you. You got me this far. I can stop fighting now."
Nora studied his face, trying to accept that his internal struggle had given way to acceptance. She had caused this suffering and now she could end it. He had practically begged her to do so. Before she could change her mind, she drew the clear liquid into the syringe and followed his directions to inject it into his arm. His eyes closed and he seemed to breathe a bit easier. "I'm gonna' stay here until you fall asleep, okay?" she assured him, taking his hand and holding it tightly.
He nodded wordlessly. After a few moments of silence, he opened his eyes to look at her once more. "I'm glad I got in your truck that day," he finally said.
"Yeah, me too," she agreed with a sad smile. She held his hand against her cheek, the fever making his skin hot to the touch even though his body seemed to be racked by chills.
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Post by Ariel on May 18, 2018 23:08:33 GMT -8
"Not gonna bitch out here, but don't you think it would be wise to redistribute that dispatching of tasks?",
Ingrid's jaw dropped slightly at Negan's remark. His travel mate was on his death bed, and this was the issue he was most concerned with? Ingrid jumped the gun as she immediately addressed his remark, her shocked face simmering into a displeased frown.
"You wanna be a good leader, Negan? Be a rock for your people when shit hits the fan. Maybe if you were more level headed instead of wrapped in your damn emotions, then you could have been the one to jump in the ring and take care of your people when they needed you the most. Someone had to do it," Ingrid crossed her arms as she stared at Negan. There was so much more she could have said in that moment, however there was a time and place for everything and this time wasn't the right one.
Ingrid looked over at the unfolding scene between Nora and Grant as they said their final words to one another. The situation might have not been exactly the same as what Ingrid had gone through with Lucille, yet the painted picture in front of her hit home. Ingrid thought that Negan must had been feeling the same way about this scenario. At that, she felt slightly bad for being harsh with him, but it had to be done. They needed someone to follow, to look up to. If Negan wanted to be that role, he would have to act the part as well.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 26, 2018 5:31:44 GMT -8
"You wanna be a good leader, Negan?", Ingrid suddenly fired at him from the side, with that drawing back his attention immediately. "Be a rock for your people when shit hits the fan. Maybe if you were more level headed instead of wrapped in your damn emotions, then you could have been the one to jump in the ring and take care of your people when they needed you the most. Someone had to do it,"
"Jesus. Don't let your sexual frustration or whatever that is out on me.", Negan suddenly hissed with a rather humorless grin. He actually felt pretty shitty inside right now, but to cover that up with inappropriate jokes seemed to be the only thing not making him go crazy again. The two of them hadn't spent that much of time with each other, but maybe she got to know him good enough to be able to look behind his manners. Or maybe not. Negan didn't care about someone did anyway.
Nevertheless, this was not the time for arguing; not their time in general, but a good guy's time who was going to bite the ground way too early. And so Negan was following Ingrid's direction of view and watched the drama in front of them as well.
"I'm sorry.", he suddenly uttered in a whisper-like tone, his gaze still aimed at Nora and Grant, which made it hard to make out who he actually was addressing. Maybe even all of them at once.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on May 26, 2018 15:32:34 GMT -8
It may have been minutes that passed, or maybe hours. Either way, it didn't feel like enough time. But eventually Grant's labored breathing had slowed, and the pain evident on his face had subsided. He didn't have to tell her to let go; she knew when the grip of his hand had released her own. She gently brushed the sweat-dampened hair back from his forehead before getting to her feet.
Nora walked over to where Ingrid and Negan were standing, steeling herself to make the request. Knowing what had to be done but unable to bring herself to do it. And since it would have to be one of them, Ingrid was her preferred option. "He's gone. Don't let him come back," she stated plainly to the girl, sparing Negan only an apologetic glance before heading upstairs.
Now that her brain could make room for other thoughts, she could go about getting out of the clothes that were stained with mud and blood. She searched for a new outfit and then made her way to the nearby bathroom, turning on the water in the shower. It was freezing but she stood motionless under the stream, letting it wash over her. Afterward, she got dressed and headed back to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking out at the trees beyond the window. What were they going to do now?
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Post by Ariel on May 27, 2018 8:20:32 GMT -8
"Jesus. Don't let your sexual frustration or whatever that is out on me.",
Throwing one more dissaproved glare in Negan's direction, Ingrid said nothing more to him. Inappropriate wisecracks was his way of dealing with situations like these, as Ingrid remembered very well. Though, she never knew anyone like Negan before he came into her life, so she was still trying to adjust to his off putting personality. Who did know anyone like Negan, anyways?
"I'm sorry,"
Ingrid heard him utter those words as they both stared painfully at Nora and Grant. Yeah, me too, is what Ingrid really wanted to say. She was sorry for being harsh. Sorry that he got elected for a job that was unpreparable for until you have a bunch of people looking up to you. Sorry that Grant had to die. But those words did not leave her lips, but just rested inside of her head.
Ingrid and Negan watched as Grant took his last breath before laying lifeless on the couch. Ingrid watched Nora climb to her feet as she made her way towards them, completely shaken.
"He's gone. Don't let him come back,"
Ingrid had no words for someone who just lost a dear friend, but nodded respectfully to promise to fulfill the request. As Nora dissappeared upstairs, Ingrid looked down at her holster which held her hunting knife. With Nora's well being on her mind, her gaze diverted up to the stairs, then at Negan one last time before she pulled the knife out of it's holding place. Leaving Negan where he stood, Ingrid sighed regretfully as she made her way to Grant's side.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 29, 2018 5:45:58 GMT -8
And then it finally was over. Well, almost.
"He's gone. Don't let him come back,", Negan heard Nora's shaken voice right next to them all of a sudden, almost as if there had been some seconds that slipped out of his sense of time, while they had watched the drama coming to an end.
Negan didn't look up at her, not even when she was leaving upwards. He didn't look up at Ingrid either when she might not address him with words but with a glance. All he actually perceived was the little movement of Ingrid pulling her knife out of its holster. That was the moment when something inside Negan awakened.
Ingrid was almost out of his range when suddenly his hand reached out to her arm to hold her back. "I will do.", he said with resoluteness. Right now he didn't give a shit about any agreed or not agreed distribution of roles. Deep inside he felt like he had to do it; not only to spare Lucille's little sister from this but also to correct a mistake from the past. Of course, he couldn't really correct his cowardly behavior from back at the time they had been sitting at his wife's bedside, but at least now he wanted to be the one who paid the last respects to a companion. Maybe a friend even. But then again, it seemed senseless to him to make friends nowadays, if this was what, in the end, was going to happen to all of them.
And before Ingrid could have protested, Negan passed her and walked towards his lifeless friend or not friend. He slowly perched down next to the couch, an almost terrifying severeness on his features, while he looked down at Grant; or rather what had been Grant only minutes ago. "Man...", Negan started talking to his corpse like it would be the most normal thing on earth. "Couldn't you just have survived somehow? Bashing its fucking ugly head before it got a hold on you. Damn stupid asshole..."
There was a short pause of silence in which Negan leaned his back against the couch's armrest, sitting on the ground amidst a bloodbath. Then he had to chuckle all of a sudden. Not a chuckle of joy, but of amusement about fate that kept screwing him. "You see that lovely smiling woman?", he continued talking as he faintly raised one hand to point at a spot atop the fireplace. "She was my wife... I lied to her. I screwed around on her. But she was there for me, always. Then she got sick. I left her. I came back, but I fucking left her. And when she went... When she went I couldn't put her down." Negan didn't avert his gaze from the picture, not even once. He didn't know if Ingrid was still standing behind and if she was listening to his words, but right now it didn't matter anyway. For him this was their first and last real talk between man and man; even though the man he was talking to was fucking dead.
Negan was about to add some more words to his confession when he suddenly noticed a slight but happening movement out of Grant's direction. The next happened within milliseconds. His gun got produced out of his belt at the same moment his head turned aside.
Bang!
The only sound following the shot's echo was the quite lowering of Negan's arm. He kept leaning against the couch for some more moments as another joyless chuckling broke the silence. A damn tragedy, really a damn tragedy...
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Post by Ariel on May 30, 2018 22:57:09 GMT -8
Ingrid jumped slightly, not expecting Negan to have suddenly grabbed he arm to stop her from proceeding any further to Grant. Puzzled complexion took over her face as she looked up at Negan.
"I will do."
Ingrid hesitated slightly before nodding, giving Negan the okay to proceed. He was finally getting on board with taking initiative, Ingrid felt that she could respect that. He had proven to have come a long way since the days back at the hospital, and in at way Ingrid felt almost as if Negan needed to do this to move forward. Nothing could justify what happened with Lucille back at the hospital, but at least he seemed to have learned from his past and was now ready to be there for those who needed him the most. His people. Ingrid slid her hunting knife back into it's holster as she observed Negan and Grant from afar.
"You see that lovely smiling woman?" "She was my wife... I lied to her. I screwed around on her. But she was there for me, always. Then she got sick. I left her. I came back, but I fucking left her. And when she went... When she went I couldn't put her down."
Ingrid began to tear up as the memories rushed back, holding the gun at Lucille's head as her eyes rolled back into her skull, lifeless in every limb of the mobile corpse. She stared at Negan whose gaze seemed to have froze on the picture of Lucille, so bright and full of life. And in this moment, Ingrid knew she wouldn't have to do anything like that again. She would never have to put down another life, because she knew that Negan would never abandon her or his people again. Having seen and heard enough, Ingrid removed herself from the scene as she headed upstairs to see Nora.
Ingrid had reached the top of the stairs before the gunshot rang through the house. Grant was gone, and finally at peace. She approached the doorway to the bedroom to find Nora sitting on the edge of the bed, her stare seemed to be fixated on something outside. Either that, or she was in shock from the whole situation. Ingrid slowly made her way over to where Nora was sitting and sat down right beside her. "I'm so sorry Nora."
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Post by Kristi Lynne on May 31, 2018 9:12:16 GMT -8
She was aware of the gunshot and moments later, she was aware of Ingrid's presence in the room and then beside her on the bed. She couldn't really bring herself to react to either, though.
"I'm so sorry Nora."
She turned her head slightly in acknowledgement but returned to staring out the window again. "It was my fault," she said quietly. Not a confession, not a regret, just a fact. "We were just talking, and fishing, and I guess for a few minutes, things were like normal. I let my guard down. I got careless, and Grant got killed."
It was cold, distant -- like an operational briefing. What happened, what did she do wrong, what could she do to make sure it never happened again. "He told me that I needed to connect to people," she told Ingrid with a stilted laugh. "That that was the thing that separated us from the walkers. He was so...optimistic. Even in the midst of all this. You can probably guess how Negan felt about that."
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Post by Ariel on Jun 3, 2018 11:06:29 GMT -8
It was my fault," "We were just talking, and fishing, and I guess for a few minutes, things were like normal. I let my guard down. I got careless, and Grant got killed."
Ingrid stared at Nora with sorrow filled eyes as she listened to her words. Nora didn't deserve this guilt that seemed to weigh heavy on her heart. And Ingrid knew Nora didn't want to hear things like don't beat yourself up, it's not your fault as she knew those words were nothing but a pitiful attempt at reassurance. Ingrid knew in this moment, Nora just needed to let it out of her system and she there to support this woman through the grief she was bearing.
"He told me that I needed to connect to people," "That that was the thing that separated us from the walkers. He was so...optimistic. Even in the midst of all this. You can probably guess how Negan felt about that."
"A couple ideas comes to mind," Ingrid chuckled lightly as she gazed out of the window for a brief few moments. An optimist in a wave of realists would have been a tough gig, especially in this post apocalyptic life. But Ingrid admired anyone who could still keep that mind set while shit hit the fan around them.
Ingrid set her sight back on Nora as she let out a tiny exhale, "it's just the way life is now. We're gonna lose people. And it sucks royally, but the only we we will get through it is if we stick together. And in the end....I think we're gonna be okay."
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 6, 2018 17:45:40 GMT -8
"It's just the way life is now. We're gonna lose people. And it sucks royally, but the only way we will get through it is if we stick together. And in the end....I think we're gonna be okay."
"Define 'okay'," Nora replied, throwing the girl a weak smile. But Ingrid seemed to believe her own words, and Nora didn't really feel like disagreeing. "Well, you and Negan do have this stubborn habit of surviving, no matter the circumstances. I'm still sorry you were out there alone all that time."
She sensed that the time for words was over. If they didn't want to join Grant, they needed a plan of action. "I don't know how much longer Negan wants to be here," she wondered aloud. "If we stay, we'll need to set up a perimeter and gather more supplies. I think I saw a strip mall back at the main highway, maybe the stores haven't been picked clean yet."
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Post by Ariel on Jun 8, 2018 20:39:54 GMT -8
"I don't know how much longer Negan wants to be here," "If we stay, we'll need to set up a perimeter and gather more supplies. I think I saw a strip mall back at the main highway, maybe the stores haven't been picked clean yet."
Ingrid nodded in agreement to what Nora was saying, and as much as they could spend the whole day feeling sorry for themselves they needed to bring themselves back to finding ways to make sure they don't end up like Grant. "I guess we should make some use of the daylight we still have then," Ingrid slowly rose to her feet and began to head for the door. Ingrid came to an abrupt halt in the door frame and after pausing for a few brief moments she turned back around to Nora, "Being okay is having each other. Having something worth living for. I guess what I'm trying to say is ... I'm glad you guys found me." Ingrid said before slinking away to the nearest bathroom to clean herself up.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 13, 2018 17:38:46 GMT -8
Nora sat there for a few moments after Ingrid had left, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead. Eventually she got to her feet and headed back downstairs, fastening her gun holster around her waist as she went. Once she had reached the ground floor, she looked for Negan but made a conscious effort to not look at the couch. Grant's final resting place. Though there was nothing restful about it.
As she stood at the kitchen counter, she began to go through the motions of reloading her gun and placing more rounds in the backup magazine. "You're not gonna' grant me forgiveness, so I'm not gonna' ask," she declared in Negan's general direction. "So we should skip that part and get to whatever your plan is for our next move."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jun 14, 2018 5:33:47 GMT -8
Negan was still lingering aground at the spot right next to the couch; in exactly the same position he had been when Ingrid left him and dead Grant here to themselves. Since the moment that bullet had left his gun, piercing his companion's head like a damn hole puncher did with a pile of papers that were meant to get filed for good, Negan had made no move to give him a glance. Now he wasn't more than every other dead man was. Man, life really sucked lately...
"You're not gonna' grant me forgiveness, so I'm not gonna' ask,""So we should skip that part and get to whatever your plan is for our next move."
"Jesus!", he suddenly sent a sign of life, visibly shaken up at the voice behind. Then he finally moved, tucking the gun back into its place on his belt, before slightly turning his head in Nora's direction with no sign of any amusement on his face. Although his mouth opened for the split of a second, Negan didn't say anything. Instead, was he slowly raising from the feet of the couch to make a walk towards the window, passing Nora with only a brief look upon her.
Stopping his steps in front of the window, he absent-mindedly looked outside. His plan for their next move? Sure, he remembered his own little speech back with Ingrid on the porch, probably no longer than half an hour ago, but that was before again shit had hit the fan. But then again, this was supposed to be what would just naturally happen to them every now and then from now on, wasn't it? He let out one audible deep breath, when suddenly, once his eyes opened the next time, the view to outside literally sent a chill down his spine.
Walkers. A goddamn herd of them.
"Shit!"
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 14, 2018 10:29:49 GMT -8
The outburst from Negan startled her out of her routine. "What is it?" she asked, moving to join him by the window. Soon realizing what had prompted him. Walkers everywhere among the trees outside. Far too many to take on with their limited firepower. "Look, they don't know we're here yet," she whispered. "If we keep quiet and still, maybe they'll keep going. As long as we don't do anything stupid...."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jun 19, 2018 7:55:58 GMT -8
"What is it?"
Negan was still standing like frozen when Nora joined him by the window. There was no need to reply to her question anyway, as one brief look outside would speak for itself.
"Look, they don't know we're here yet,""If we keep quiet and still, maybe they'll keep going. As long as we don't do anything stupid...."
Yah, maybe. Maybe not.
"Go and get Ingrid.", Negan finally regained control of the situation while his eyes were still glued at the nearing herd of walkers outside. He wasn't willing to lay their fate in the hands of something that based on a maybe, and so something like a fallback plan was already forming in his head. It was visible on his facial features though that this plan wouldn't be an easy decision to make in case they really had to set course for it.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 20, 2018 23:30:55 GMT -8
"Go and get Ingrid."
Nora nodded wordlessly and headed for the stairs. He was probably gonna' do something stupid, but right now they didn't have a lot of options. She knocked on the door of Ingrid's room, quietly but urgently. "Ingrid, we got company," she announced. "Get your bow!"
She then continued to her own room and began shoving her few belongings into her backpack. Being ready to go at a moment's notice had become a necessity, and she chided herself for even thinking they could spend a couple of nights under the same roof. Well, not all of them. She pushed the sorrow aside for another time, slinging the bag over her shoulder and heading back downstairs.
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Post by Ariel on Jun 24, 2018 19:23:46 GMT -8
Ingrid wiped away the condensation on the mirror from the shower, meeting her complexion once more. Rinsed off and clothed, she was just about prepared to head out on a supply run. She stood in front of the mirror as her fingertips graced her dark brown locks, intertwining them into her signature braids once more. Ingrid felt weird. The recent tragic events that had unfolded wasn't any longer than just a half hour ago. Grant was gone. And now she was carrying on with her life within less than an hour of his death. As she finished the second braid, her eyes met those of hee reflection. Those tired eyes, followed by a face that was worn from exhaustion. Her mind went elsewhere, as she froze and completely zoned out on the girl in the mirror...
"Ingrid, we got company," she announced. "Get your bow!"
The light knock slightly startled Ingrid, bringing her back to the bathroom where Nora was standing at the door rather frantic. Snapping to alert mode, Ingrid followed Nora's lead as she grabbed her bow. Nora headed to her room, but Ingrid made her way down the stairs. Negan was standing as still as a stone wall in front of the window when Ingrid found him downstairs. She walked up to the winfow, and found the reason for the warning from Nora. "Fucking hell," Ingrid's heart stopped at the sight of the hoard. They can't catch a break, can they? Ingrid backed away from beside Negan and went into survival mode, knowing they were about to hit the road. If they were making their exit from this place, rations of food and water were Ingrid's main priority so to the kitchen she went. Ingrid grabbed a duffle bag from under the kitchen sink and began to shove it with everything she could find in the cupboards.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jul 8, 2018 19:16:00 GMT -8
As she reached the first floor upon descending the stairs, she noticed Ingrid scrambling to collect supplies from the kitchen cupboards. Nora took a few more measured steps to look out the front door and assess the situation outside. Between her gun, Ingrid's bow, and Negan's bat, it still wouldn't be enough to safely clear a path to the truck. And there were more of them shuffling closer with every minute. "There's too many of them between us and our exit," she advised Negan. "That ability of yours to beat the odds, we could use that right now...."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 10, 2018 9:27:29 GMT -8
"Fucking hell"
The moment Ingrid's voice was sounding right next to him, was the moment he was finally awakening from his stiffness. When Negan turned his head to face his companion, Ingrid was already backing away. He could hear some clank and clatter coming from the kitchen's direction before he decided to move his muscles again as well.
"There's too many of them between us and our exit,", suddenly another voice made him turn. So, here they were again. All together to fight for what had been left from life. Token fallen over so far: One. Token left: Three. "That ability of yours to beat the odds, we could use that right now...."
Negan sent a louring look her way before he answered: "We have something else. I call it home-field advantage." It actually had been a while he had made use of sports parlance, but every once in a while it happened his former job was popping up through his vocabulary. "You tell me when you guys are ready..." With these words Negan almost tenderly embraced the bat in his hands, his eyes wandering away from Nora and back to the window. He had everything he needed with him already. There was nothing more to save. Nothing to look back.
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Post by Ariel on Jul 12, 2018 22:03:01 GMT -8
"We have something else. I call it home-field advantage.""You tell me when you guys are ready..."
A few zips and the fully packed bag was sealed. The bag had two straps, which Ingrid hastily swung over both shoulders. Picking up her bow, she looked up at Negan who was gripping his pride and joy in both hands. "I have no idea what any of that means, but I'm ready to move. Nora, all things a go?" Ingrid turned her head to Nora, but didn't dare to look around and reminisce the remaining surroundings of what she knew of Lucille. For Ingrid knew this was it, they were about to make a break for it and never look back. The life they knew was dead, it was time to move on.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jul 13, 2018 16:39:22 GMT -8
"We have something else. I call it home-field advantage. You tell me when you guys are ready..."
"I have no idea what any of that means, but I'm ready to move. Nora, all things a go?"
"Well, we need a clear path to home base, coach," Nora said, furthering Negan's sports metaphor. She found herself wishing for keyless entry or remote start, but those were not among Rusty's features. No, the getaway truck would have to be unlocked by placing the key in the door, and doing so as quickly as possible. "I'll take point, Ingrid covers me," she instructed, making sure the key was ready in one hand and her gun in the other, adding with a look at Negan, "And the ones that get too close, you're batting clean-up."
She stood in the doorway, steeling herself with another exhale. Swallowing the fear until the next opportunity to actually feel it. "We go in 3...2...1!" She launched herself off the front porch, hoping the others were right behind her. She fired a headshot at the nearest walker in her way, knowing that the movement and now the sound would bring the attention of the others. She quickly closed the distance to the driver's side door of the truck and fumbled with the key in the door lock. Even though it felt like an eternity, it probably only took seconds to get the door unlocked and flung open.
Nora looked back to Ingrid and yelled, "Come on!" Then she planted herself and continued firing at any walker headed in their direction.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 14, 2018 12:08:01 GMT -8
"Well, we need a clear path to home base, coach,"
There was a sign of slight smiling on his lips when he heard Nora joining in his sports jargon; this was dying down though once he recalled what was his actual plan to clear the path to home base. And with the realization of the walkers coming closer and them most certainly not getting a chance to battle all of them at once, Negan's facial features hardened even more.
"I'll take point, Ingrid covers me,""And the ones that get too close, you're batting clean-up." When Nora's eyes met with his, he gave no sign of confirmation. But their racing against the clock seemed to not make her feel needing one anyway. Sure, he could have withheld them to tell them his plan, but he just felt like this was something he had to do on his own.
"We go in 3...2...1!"
Negan didn't waste any time on watching his companions running up the walkway to get to the car nor did he make any move to follow them. Instead, he even turned towards the other side of the room, where he hurried to open a cupboard with glass doors, harboring a conglomeration of all kind of different liquors behind. Having this variety never meant to be alcoholics, actually quite the contrary. The alcoholic's liquor stock was usually low. Lucille and he hadn't drunken more than one glass of wine or sometimes something of more alcoholic content every once in a while. A fact that was of their advantage just now. First part of home-field advantage.
Without hesitating Negan started to grab one bottle after another, tipping the content of each in kind of a line he let end at the entrance door. Then he rushed through the room once more to head for a door that opened off the hall; a direct transition leading to the garage outside. And yet again did Negan waste no time, highly focused on his plan, while Nora and Ingrid were still fighting their way to the car. There also was no time to waste on doubts if they would be successful or not. And so Negan went on concentrating for the next step on the surviving plan in his head.
With fast moves, he rounded the motorbike standing in the middle of this annex, unfortunately never had become the planned reparation, and reached out for the switch close to the locked garage gate. There he wasted just a little moment, actually for the first time since this run against the clock had started, to ultimately bring to mind that there was no going back once he would have actuated it. And then his finger moved, and so did the gate. The gate that was seen from out of the direction the walkers neared, and so from out of the direction Ingrid and Nora had left to.
Being aware of the fact that this had been only half the work yet though, Negan rushed back to the entrance leading to the inside of the house. This time there was no more moment or time in the first place for rethinking, and so his fingers actuated another switch, whereupon the sound of some kind of a country song was ringing out.
'... We're on easy street, and it feels so sweet...'
Negan was actually a little confused in the first moment but then had to remind himself that he hadn't been home for quite a while and therefore had had no influence on the choice of music. The Collapsable Hearts Club? Negan shook his head at the interpreter. This must have been a souvenir from her parents. Anyways, once again was he thankful for their former life off the beaten track that had forced them to not only have a water tank for the emergency of no water, but also to attach some solar panels to the roof so that they could produce at least enough power for the other emergency of a blackout. And as he always had been part of these do-it-yourself people in a society of an increasing number of a rather dependent population, a stereo equipment had been one of the first things he had gotten integrated here.
' ...cause the world is 'bout a treat, when you're on easy street... '
Negan turned the volume up to maximum, set the player on repeat and waited for the walkers to slowly but surely altering their course. Once they were close enough so that he could be sure they would enter the club of collapsable hearts indeed, Negan rushed back through the door and into the living room, where he had prepared this red carpet for them.
'... and we're breaking out the good champagne, we're sitting pretty on the gravy train...'
His heart was actually racing, not because of the nearing horde but rather because of the thing he was going to do, when he grabbed a box of matches from the place among the fireplace and waited for the growling to come closer. Maybe this last part wasn't even necessary for their escape, but the thought of those soulless dead taking over Lucille and his former house was worse than burying it forever by his own hands.
' ...and when we sing every sweet refrain repeats, right here on easy street... '
And then the moment of waiting finally came to an end. Seriously, he was already starting to like that motherfucking song playing in an endless loop. With the first shitface appearing in the living room's door, Negan lighted the match that was resting in his hand all the while of waiting for the right moment.
' ...it's our moment in the sun, and it's only just begun... ' ' ...it's time to have a little fun, we're inviting you to come and see why you should be, on easy street... '
"Sorry, Lucille.", Negan whispered as he snapped the match right through the room, watching the furniture igniting in no time, knowing their whole house made of wood. That was the moment when he turned his back to what once had been their sweet little home and shut the door behind for one last time, almost unwittingly clenching the bat with his hands, which let the knuckles of his hand grow into a sharp relief.
' ...oh, to a life that can't be beat, right here on easy street... '
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Post by Ariel on Jul 14, 2018 17:53:38 GMT -8
“We go in 3...2...1!”
With their lives on the line, there was no time to spare. Ingrid’s hand rapidly made it’s way over her shoulder to retrieve an arrow protruding from the side of her bag. Her bow now locked and loaded with the tiny spear, Ingrid followed quickly behind Nora as she prepares to cover. As soon as Nora opened the door, Ingrid bolted through and one arrow after another began to slay the oncoming dead. The mass horde attempted to engulf the women, rotting fingers clawing away in their direction for a chance at a tasty morsel. “Oh ho,” Ingrid let out a noise of surprise at a greedy walker who decided to try and get close to Nora as she ran towards the truck. Letting go of the bow string, a daring long range shot took him down, “Not on my watch, asshole.” The crowd of walkers was closing in on them pretty good, and Ingrid knew if they didn’t get out of here soon than they would be toast.
What is Negan doing?! Ingrid thought to herself as her brother in law was currently missing in action. Ingrid continued to stand their ground outside the truck, sending waves of arrows into walker scalps. Amidst all of the action, Ingrid’s ears caught the sudden blaring of a loud noise coming from inside the house. Music? What the... And then Ingrid saw him. Through the window to the living room, Ingrid saw Negan igniting a single match as the hoarde moved on from the truck to enter the house for the grand finale.
“Holy shit,” Ingrid uttered as a multitude of things flashed before her eyes. This really was them saying goodbye to their old life, to Lucille. It was all about to glow into flames, no traces of remainders. Just the memories they held within. Smoke piled through the windows as Negan appeared outside. It didn’t take long for the wooden home to light up as tall flames engulfed it whole. Ingrid froze where she stood, unable to tear her eyes away.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jul 14, 2018 18:58:55 GMT -8
While focusing on taking out walkers, Nora could see that Ingrid was doing the same and almost to the safety of the truck. But Negan was nowhere to be seen. This was no time for their backup to go missing. But she soon realized that calling for him would do no good above the sudden sound of music coming from inside the house. Some of the walkers noticed it, too, and changed direction. Apparently they had found another way in.
"What the hell is he doing?" Nora cried, giving voice to the look of confusion that Ingrid seemed to share. She saw Negan standing in the doorway, saw the bright glow of flames begin to engulf the building. It seemed like a high price to pay to buy some time. She rushed over to Ingrid and placed a hand on her shoulder to shake her out of her reverie. "Get in, we gotta' go," she urged, holding the door open so Ingrid could get inside the truck.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 15, 2018 3:49:19 GMT -8
With almost composed steps, though a hard expression on his face, Negan walked down the last couple of stairs leading to where he spotted his two companions. One outside the truck, standing like frozen, and the other rushing over there to serve with solace. Negan didn't need any more solace. This was over and done. There would be no memento left; no photo to look up at, no empty chair to see the ghost of someone sitting in it and no place to call their former home. A home he would never have been able to occupy again, after everything that had happened. Not only had he buried his wife underneath, but also a companion who had become something like a friend during the last couple of weeks.
While Negan was nearing Ingrid and Nora, he didn't turn to look back at the flames, not even once. Arriving at the truck, where Nora was just about to help Ingrid inside, he stopped right next to her. "I'll drive. You take some rest.", Negan stated with a determination that sounded like nothing could talk this out of him. He was alright. Not the best fucking day, but alright; whereas Nora here was looking pretty shitty. He wouldn't put it into her face though. Not right now at least.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jul 15, 2018 6:42:18 GMT -8
"I'll drive. You take some rest."
Rest was not an easy thing right now, nor was turning over the keys to her truck. But given the look of determination on Negan's face, she would at least do the latter. "Okay," she said, placing the keys in his free hand. She quickly climbed up into the truck, scooted over to the passenger side and rolled the window down, still ready to fire at any walker blocking their exit.
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