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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 17, 2017 21:06:25 GMT -8
Nate's CampPlenty defended against the dead but when it comes to keeping people out they take a much more aggressive policy. It comes complete with several heavy commercial vehicles an armored anti-personnel tank and about a dozen or two militiamen. No one has been able to get that close to see and live to tell about it.
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 15, 2017 23:00:24 GMT -8
Bonnie shifted on the makeshift bed, attempting to wiggle out from under Nate's heavy arm without waking him. Hard to do when the arm in question was draped across her waist, pulling her small frame uncomfortably close. But she'd done it before and she was certain she could do it again. If someone had told her seven months ago that she'd be shacking up with the meathead from the pharmacy, she'd had laughed in their face. But what she hadn't counted on was the comfortable level of security Nate's camp provided. Or that Nate was like the friggin king of it. Or just how bitch whipped Nate had his men. She'd been a little wigged upon rolling into camp when Nate had shot one of them point blank in the head for pinching her ass. But the lesson had apparently been learned because since that day she'd been treated like the queen to his king by every single man. And that's what made up the camp. Men. All of them. Not that Bonnie cared at all as she reigned over them- Queen of the Apocalypse. She rolled her eyes as her foot reached the ground, the rest of her still entangled in limbs. Alright...actually it was getting a little old. But Bonnie had been around long enough to see what kind of man Nate was. If she left, she wouldn't last long because he'd hunt her down and make sure of it. She needed a plan.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Jul 16, 2017 9:04:58 GMT -8
The man was on cloud nine, that soothing sun crept through the drapes just enough to be felt but not enough to disturb. His california king soft beneath his weight and that smooth warm body shifting slightly by his side. This was perfect. Soon his wife would be up and making breakfast... but for now, he was enjoying the moment. He took a deep breath, there was a pleasent breeze coming in the window. And her hair still held its intoxicating fragerance. He kept his eyes closed as he gave her a kiss on the neck. He wanted his other senses to be at their peak. Then he slowly opened his eyes.
Nate stared at the old withering walls of the church around them. The uncomfortable bed digging into his back. He didn't notice the night before when they were playing rough anyway but now... "Fuck..." He hated those dreams. He just couldn't shake em, nothing he could take would keep them at bay. It felt like all that baggage was invaiding his waking hours somehow. He rolled over and pushed his legs out from under the sheets. He couldn't remember shit when he was smoking or popping pills or just drinking when he couldn't find the good shit. 'God... if I ran out of that I'll just eat a bullet.' The king thought to himself with a bitter chuckle. "What's for breakfast Beth?" He mumbled as he started digging through the box next to the bed, that lucid moment left behind.
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Post by Storyteller on Oct 28, 2017 13:18:03 GMT -8
Shit, she thought as she heard Nate stir behind her. She'd assumed she would have at least a few more minutes. Looks like the show'd be going on early today.
"What's for breakfast Beth?"
"Bonnie." she corrected, not for the first time, with a roll of her eyes. "And I don't fucking know. Guess you should go ask your boys that." She and Nate had never discussed their lives before all this and she was all the more happy for it. But she'd take that bullet if it would stop him from calling her what was probably his dead wife's name.
She pushed some empty pill bottles aside, clearing a small area on a busted old table in the corner of their area of the church. "Think I might make a run today. Get some supplies. We're running low." Her tone inferred exactly the kinda supplies they were running low on. The kind Nate couldn't live without.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Jan 6, 2018 22:36:53 GMT -8
Running low? That was a sobering thought as his bloodshot eyes opened and then squinted around the room. He sat up grabbing a shirt from nearby and pulling it into his lap. He didn't move to put it on just yet. "Fuck. Well I'm coming too. Might as well kill something while we are at it. Or better yet, someone. They have better stuff." Most things had been picked clean in this area and the shortages were getting to the lot of them. Even he wasn't stupid enough to go asking the men what grub was available for that very reason. "Hate leaving scores unsettled but maybe we should move on. North," he said and it wasn't for the first time. Nate was starting to get more serious by the day. "A lot of the guys are in favor." Standing on somewhat shaky feet he let the blankets fall away. Pulling the shirt on over his head he stumbled blind for a second until his face reappeared. "We could bring a few of them with us to secure some more trucks so we can pack up the equipment here in camp." He finished only half to Bonnie as he started looking for his pants.
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DAY 307
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 30, 2019 9:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 14, 2020 14:19:04 GMT -8
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