Diana Cross
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Post by Diana Cross on Oct 22, 2012 12:38:14 GMT -8
[/color] Diana said stopping a little after they exited the sea of corn stalks, "but it's home." she mused. Thinking of what this place once was, or what it could be. Could she see it as a long term home? She wasn't sure, trusting safety was just about as easy as trapping smoke in your hands. She took a good look around, and saw what she was searching for, a heavy set man in overalls, was stumbling around behind the house, is she hadn't been looking for it she wouldn't have noticed, but she had already learned once from the hard way. "The locals..." she said nodding in the direction, wondering is he had seen the farmer. "they comin' out this way more and more," she shook her head with slight disgust. "One of these times, I'm gonna come back, and the place will be overrun with them," what was she thinking earlier. This place could never turn into a home, there was no safe place to settle down anymore. word count: 304[/blockquote][/justify] [/ul][/size]
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Post by Cpt. David Michael Anderson on Oct 22, 2012 13:55:17 GMT -8
David followed behind her silently, eyes constantly searching for anything which could create movement, human or otherwise. He had promised to provide supper for the evening so he was also doing something else. As they walked he pulled a roll of thick string out of his pocket a tied a quick knot in. ”Give me a second”, he told her, letting her know he was stopping for something. He quickly found what he was looking for in the underbrush and set up a snare. ”For rabbits”, he explained falling to step behind her as they headed into the farm yard.
At the border of the yard, he took in the sights, seeing what he could see and guessing on what he could not. The house was small, probably what they called a shotgun house here in the south, with an overgrown yard around it. The yard could use some clearing and she definitely needed some sort of alarm system, especially with the ‘locals’ moving in. ”You need some sort of alarm system to keep that from happening while you are inside. At least you are open enough to run away but if they overrun you……”, who was he to lecture her? But he had his prince on a white horse hat on and sometimes it came out. Too bad he sounded just like an old officer speaking to a young one, not everyone was in the Army, he thought to himself.
”Do you want to take care of him or….”, he left it hanging, offering her the choice to kill the man in overalls or letting him do it. It was the polite thing to do, women these days liked to empower themselves. He watched the man stumble around near the edge of the house, finger slowly putting the safety on the rifle. One that close would need to be dispatched with something a little more quieter than a M-16 or a .22-250. No need to alert anything else in the area they were there, he was still intending to go hunting once this thing was put to bed permanently.
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Diana Cross
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Post by Diana Cross on Oct 23, 2012 12:21:20 GMT -8
[/i] she assured herself. "I'll get him," she squinted her eyes in the direction she was about to head to, she liked to sneak up from behind, and always hoped they landed face down, she hated looking into those wild feral eyes. But they always seemed to turn to look at her. She reminded herself constantly that they were not human and more, they didn't even register that she was about to kill them, but why did they turn around and look at her afterwords? Sure made her think they knew, even if it wasn't the truth. She walked towards the porch and set down the bag she'd been carrying. She looked back to the Soldier and then back to the bag, her eyes scanned the fields that were behind him, for any movement. She didn't see any but still felt the need to mumble, "Will you watch that," She then proceeded cautiously, but quickly to the back of the house. She crouched right before she turned to corner, and withdrew a hunter's knife from the interior of her boot. She didn't like using the gun when she knew they were slow, and the noise would call others to her dirty haven. She crept behind it, eyes on the back of it's head where she was going to soon see the blade's metal tip pop out of with a single drive. She had never imagined being able to stab a blade into someone... herself that was, she remembered when Derek bled out in her hallway. She had to block things like that, killing these things within close distance was dangerous and required focus, the moment you blinked they could be upon you. Or if you choked. Diana didn't choke when coming up against these things. They disgusted her, she knew what they could do. She hated them. Remembering how her brother had devoured their own mother, there was nothing human left in them. She ground her teeth as she silently picked up speed and with a couple strides was within striking distance, she used her hips to power the uppercut that packed a blade as well as punch, and the knife slid in after a few audible cracks. The blood was on her hands as she withdrew the blade, she had become an efficient killer in these past few weeks, there was no way anyone could say she hadn't adjusted to this kind of life, but when that blood was on her hands she recalled the blood that was on Derek's when he removed his palms from the wound inflicted from her brother, his eyes looked into hers and said he loved her. She was about to be sick, the fat body in overalls fell forward just as she had wished it too. She turned away quickly from it, and crouched a bit aways from the corpse that would never rise again, she rubbed the blade in the dry soil, it stuck to the blood, and once coated thoroughly she used her sleeve to wipe in clean, being very careful to not cut herself- that would be the way to go she snorted in disgust at the idea of being so careless, once the blade was clean of the sticky blood she slipped it back in the boot. She would get the body out of here later, she didn't know if they attracted others, but she didn't want to take the chance. Maybe David could teach her how to make a controlled fire before he departed... She headed back to the front of the house. word count: 772[/size][/justify] [/ul][/blockquote]
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Post by Cpt. David Michael Anderson on Oct 23, 2012 17:13:59 GMT -8
He watched her with one eye, while the other continued to scan the yard. No reason to let her kill one dead man just to let another come along and kill her, what was the sense in that? She was efficient; obviously she had killed a zombie a time or two before this one. In this world it did not take long before a person became an efficient killer. It was just the nature of the world now. There was no need to congratulate her on her success, those things might be dangerous now but they used to be a human. Besides one did not get praise for putting an animal down, even if it needs doing, you just get it done.
”I will be going out now. Roll him where you want him burned and I will set the fire when I get back in a few hours”, he said as he stripped out of his back pack and equipment. He leaned the M16 against the house and set his bag under it. There was nothing in that bag he could not replace, if she chose to run off with his pack and his gun, then it was his bad day. He was choosing to trust her simply because he had no choice. She had trusted him by bringing him to her hideout, so now he was returning the favor. Either way, he could replace the rifle and the pack. He would not like too and he would count it a lesson learned but he could do it. He dug in his bag and came up with a pair of walkie talkies. ”You get into trouble, I am on channel four. Don’t talk just squeeze the call button, it will beep on my end but make no noise on your’s”, he explained, showing her the call button.
The walkies were cheap, but that meant the batteries were easy to replace as were the walkies. He had picked up the pair thinking they might come in handy one day, and since they took up little space he had kept them in his pack. ”I will be back in about three hours”,, he shrugged the .22-250 onto his shoulder and headed for the path they had just traversed. The rifle wasn’t large enough to do damage at a great distance but it could kill within a short range, it was all he needed for hunting. It would put down a zombie or a deer equally well and it wasn’t too terribly heavy. In truth he only carried the M16 because of habit, and if he ever came across a swarm he would need it. Out here though? It wasn’t really needed, yet. But better to have something you don’t need, then need it and not have it.
And Time, it passes
He had had no luck with deer, but his snares had managed a few rabbits. He had put out some snares as he scouted for deer, but the area was not yet safe enough for the shy creatures to move back in. But where there was one rabbit there were usually ten, which meant David managed to catch a string of rabbits. With his snares back in his bag, David returned to the house, circling it cautiously to make sure there was nothing else wandering around. “Hello? It’s me, the Army dude”, he called out to announce his presence. He did not feel like getting shot because she mistook him for a zombie or someone else.
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Diana Cross
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Post by Diana Cross on Oct 25, 2012 22:57:50 GMT -8
[/i] to it yet. How many had she killed? Too many to count, popping five off there, killing three around this house. Running into the gas station and killing a few more. Things like this were happening more often than not. Was there a day where she hadn't killed one? She pieced herself back together, and looked up to the towering soldier, he didn't comment on the kill, nor did she. The fact that she was coming back said all that needed to be said. The knife was tucked away cleanly, she still had a full clip, her bag was still there, along with the soldier she was housing, and there was one less infected flesh eater out there to eventually get her. See, Diana could look at things in a positive way. Not hard. Just as she bent down to pick up her bag, he announced he was leaving... she stood back up confused, and then continued to listen that he would be returning, he was going to go off and hunt. She wasn't going to deny that it didn't impress her. She had very little patience when it came to hunting, and even less experience. The reddest meat she'd ever seen was when she ordered a steak medium rare. She hoisted the bag more comfortably over her shoulder, and accepted the walkie talkie he had handed her. She listened to the instructions and then nodded. She watched him walk away, grabbed the bag he had left and then turned to enter the house. She set it inside the door frame. The floors creaked with each step, and the place smelled of dust and mold.... the mold is what probably helped her sleep at night. She headed up the stairs to the second floor. The clues that lead Diana to believe that this house had long been forsaken was the following; there was nearly nothing here, but unimportant, and easily forgotten items. Pots and pans, and a chair here... a TV stand there, some boxes in the attic that had old clothes, and children's toys from a generation ago. Nothing that would aid her in this world, which is why she had to frequent the city. She climbed the steps up to the attic and pushed the hatch open, she had cleaned the attic when she had first gotten here. She hated all kinds of bugs so first thing she did was exterminate them. Oh she could handle a zombie chasing her, but the second a spider landed on her she broke down, thrashed and sobbed. Next she had worked on making a nice bedding area, she was disgusted by the mattresses left in this house so she had brought quilts and comforters from the city to make a nice nest for herself. She had lamps, and flash lights, and book lights, all lined up and with fresh batteries, ready to be used when she was. She walked over to her corner, and kicked off her shoes. She set the walkie on the night stand and sat on her massive bed of blankets and pillows. She set the bag next to her and unzipped and unloaded. She opened up a package of beef jerky and tore off a piece. Her eyes stared out into space, it was hot in this attic, but no hotter than it was outside. She contemplated the situation. What if this soldier was going to get his buddies? And these buddies were not as noble as their friend? What if this was a whole plan, a set up? She sighed, and took another tear at it. She would be ready if that was the case. She spent a good chunk of the time David was gone, polishing off the bag of jerky, and then climbing downstairs to watch for him to come from whatever direction he would be returning from. A while later she was flipping through a book she had snatched, when she heard him call out, she had to smile, army dude. "Well, well, you did come back. What you bring with you?" she stepped out of the front door and onto the porch, eyes taking in any movement, and considering that if he had brought company that they would have stayed back, she had keen vision, so she was watching like a hawk. word count: 776[/justify][/size] [/ul][/blockquote]
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Post by Cpt. David Michael Anderson on Oct 31, 2012 11:17:50 GMT -8
He had made sure to return the house using another path then the one he had taken leaving it. He really hadn’t gone far, a few hundred yards or so, but he had done an entire circle of the house, spiraling inward as he studied the lay of the land. To be honest it was a waste of time, he could have moved further on instead of scouting a place he wasn’t going to settle into but it was a break in routine. Day after day he walked, he scouted his campsite at night, then slept only to continue walking the next morning. To be able to talk to another person, after nearly three weeks of silence, was a luxury. Tonight was so he did not lose his sanity in this strange new world he was living in.
”A few rabbits, couple of canned vegetables, some other food stuffs”, along with a brand new package of toilet paper, which was like finding a million bucks nowadays. Toilet paper being a rare commodity one had to live without on the road. At least here in Georgia there were trees with leaves, in the desert he had to make due with sandpaper, literally. ”Didn’t see anything moving while I was out, but with it being dark soon could be a different story”. He unlatched the reusable grocery bags from his back, he had rigged up a backpack with bungee cords in order to carry his scavenged groceries. ”I am going to clean these, you got a place for a fire pit or someplace to cook them?”, the electricity and stove might still be working but it seemed to him like the world was experiencing rolling blackouts more and more often, and a rural town was most likely to be out of power.
He settled everything down on the porch, removing the bag which carried the strangled rabbits. Five in all, big fat ones probably spent the summer raiding someone’s vegetable patch. ”I will be in hollering distance, let me know if you need water too. I will see what I can do”, he had noticed one of the houses had a well nearby, might mean all of the houses had their own water supply versus city water. It was ironic that he had to tell this young lady where he was going and what he was doing but he had his reasons. Mostly for her comfort, he didn’t want to get shot because she thought he was a zombie, or making a move, or suddenly dangerous, and it let her know where he was if she needed help. This was a world where such things had to be taken into consideration.
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Diana Cross
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Post by Diana Cross on Nov 7, 2012 22:44:32 GMT -8
[/i] anyone was out there. She settled back with looking at the well prepared soldier who had brought back food for them. She cursed herself for being so untrusting, but it was the only way to survive these days, and it wasn't like he could read the rude thoughts from her mind. "I haven't seen one," she rose and eyebrow to his bag and wondered if the dead rabbits were in there or if they were still in their traps, "Haven't really needed one." she shrugged and thought. "There's a fire place in the kitchen, old fashioned kinda thing, a pot over that fire would be good to do some boilin' with." she pursed her lips as she thought a bit harder, "However the water isn't very nice out here." She remembered turning on the faucet only to have it splash and sputter water the color or rust, but at the time all she could think of how crimson it appeared, blood. and the waters ran red with blood. she had shrieked and stumbled back only to realize how foolish she had been. She watched him unravel his sleeping bag and unload his items. "That body out back..." she prompted, mind going back to the permanently dead corpse behind the house, "How would you go about burning somethin' like that with out catching the house on fire?" she leaned against a porch beam and waited for the man to respond to her leading question. Night was falling. It was still evening, but it would become night before they knew it. word count: 433 [/size][/ul][/justify][/blockquote]
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