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Post by Logan 'Mac' McAllister on Jan 27, 2016 12:01:49 GMT
McAllister Observation Post - Akers, LA - 3:45 pm
Mac looked through the binoculars. In front of him laid Akers, the first town they encountered after making their way through the bayous that surrounded I-55. It was just as Mac had expected; they had encountered few walkers on the interstate and it was most likely most of them had taken to the bayous, lured by whatever noises the local wildlife made. With any luck the swamps and marshes would prove too much for the walkers' dead bodies to slouch through, and they'd become easy prey for alligators.
Here was to hoping the town of Akers wouldn't prove too much of a challenge, and that its residents were long gone. Be it alive or dead. Mac figured him, Ellen and Anne-Marie could use a good night's rest for a change, preferably in something that resembled a bed after having spent days sleeping in the car. It didn't seem like the town of Akers was too densely built and it looked all but deserted from where he was standing, so if they could board one of the houses maybe they could really relax for one night before scavenging the town in the morning.
New Orleans was within reach and if they played it smart, it provided them with plenty of opportunities. Sure the city was densely built and Mac had no desillusions that it would be empty, but its proximity to Lake Pontchartrain and the Mississippi River could prove to be an advantage. It seemed likely that with all the boats it once housed there was still some fuel to be found. Maybe if they remained on the outskirts of the city, they might have a chance of finding what they needed with a minimum risk.
But they'd need to cross that bridge when they got to it first. Right now Akers lay in front of them, and according to the map beyond the town of Akers there was a literal bridge they'd have to cross if they wanted to get to New Orleans. Three of them for that matter. Mac hoped at least one of them had survived, or was intact enough to get them to the other side.
But that was something they'd have to look into the next morning. What mattered now was finding a suitable place to rest their heads and catch their breath. For now, Mac sat on the hood of his car and waited for Anne-Marie and Ellen to get back from checking out the nearby factory.
Post by Ellen McAllister on Jan 27, 2016 12:26:27 GMT
Ellen wiped the sweat from her forehead. All she and her sister had found from the nearby factory were some sawblades that could be used to make weapons and a canister with a tiny bit of gasoline in it. But beggars couldn't be choosers now could they? She just hoped the nearby town of Akers would provide more goodies than the factory she and Anne-Marie had just rummaged through.
She also couldn't lie to herself; it'd be nice to have more people along than just her dad and sister. It's not that she was tired of them, it was just that with what her dad had planned for New Orleans it'd be nice to have a few extra pairs of hands. Despite the fact that they were doing fine with just the three of them, Ellen would feel more at ease if more people were with them. She hadn't given up on humanity yet, and still believed there were still good people out there. Maybe her dad had been too paranoid with the people up in Georgia and maybe they should've gone with Daryl instead. He had spoken the truth about that cache of supplies after all. But like herself, her dad was stubborn. Hell, he was probably the one she got that from. As did Anne-Marie...
Ellen looked at her sister who was walking in front of her, carrying the gas canister. Anne-Marie hadn't been herself in a long time and the behavior she had been showing lately worried Ellen greatly. Anne-Marie had become paranoid, calculated and cold. Everytime they met someone on the road she and her dad had to make sure Anne-Marie wouldn't kill them. Unlike Ellen herself, Anne-Marie had given up on humanity having seen its worst side first hand and didn't trust anyone outside of her family anymore.
But Ellen had hope. Hope that one day her sister would return back to the kind and caring person she once was. The girl that was always in a good mood and could brighten anyone's day by just talking. The one that kept seeing the good in people, no matter what. Ellen could still see her sister in her cheerleading outfit, playing videogames in their livingroom with the AV-geeks before heading off to practice.
It made Ellen smile thinking about before. When all that mattered was getting good grades and her greatest worry was about what they were going to eat for dinner. It seemed like a whole other lifetime, that of someone else. But... there was still a chance. As long as they survived, so did hope.
Post by Anne-Marie McAllister on Jan 27, 2016 12:36:36 GMT
After she and Ellen reached their dad by the car, Anne-Marie put down the canister of gasoline in the shadow before sitting down in it herself. Ellen could bother with reporting to dad as far as she was concerned, Anne-Marie was exhausted. The heat, humidity and the odorous smell of the swamps was getting to her big time. She was not cut out for this, and she wondered how people could live in these kind of circumstances.
Anne-Marie felt her heartbeat in her head as pearls of sweat poured down from her face. She'd take the Colorado-cold over this sort of weather anytime. She was sweating like hell all over her body from just walking around in this heat, and she'd literally kill to have a bag of ice right about now.
She could smell her own sweat and it proved not to be as bad as the swamp-odor that ruled the air. She was just gonna sit here for a while until at least the heartbeat in her head stopped. She had earned that much.
One year since the outbreak. One year since her partner’s death. One year since she’d failed. Olivia trudged along the road, straining to make out the next few feet as sweat dripped into her eyes. Her holster dug against her leg with each step. Her holster dug against her thigh, a familiar weight. She'd stolen some bullets from a dead soldier’s body before having to shoot him again, making the deadly assumption that he had been gone for good. She was a soldier again, fighting to stay alive in the presence of the dead and the living. Olivia clutched her hand against her arm in an attempt to stifle the bleeding, eyes constantly sweeping the highway. A walker could happen upon her in seconds, and with their sense of smell, blood meant dinner. She increased her pace, hefting her backpack higher onto her shoulder with a wince. Salvation lay in the motel ahead, in Acker. If the electricity was working, she was sure the neon sign would be flickering. It was one of those side of the road motels that advertised having a TV, only to get a room and discover they had lied.
A shiver jumped across her skin, as she spotted a body was lying in the bushes. Olivia couldn't tell if it had once been human or walker, and gave it a wide berth as she walked. As she raised her head, Olivia saw a vaguely human sitting on the hood of a car. Distracted, she didn't notice other body into it was too late, stumbling over the carcass and landing on her injured arm. Fantastic. Where did all your training go? Olivia attempted to stifle an involuntary cry to pain, crawling to the undergrowth. Apparently, she’d stumbled across a fight that had ended with both parties dead. Before she had time to ponder if one of them would be coming to life any time soon, a voice carried across the breeze. Olivia froze. It had been months since she’d heard a human voice, but a voice alone didn’t belay the person’s intent. For all she knew it was a ruse to find her and steal what little she had. She gritted her teeth, one hand on her weapon. She hated waiting.
Post by Wilhelm Albrecht on Jan 27, 2016 23:05:02 GMT
Will drove down the highway, hoping no part of it would be blocked off with cars. If there was any blockage on the interstate, then he didn't know if he'd be able to move those cars to keep going toward his destination. Green signs on the side of the road had said 'Akers 16 miles'. He knew he'd have a way to go before he reached the town to settle for the night, and then move on again. That's all his life was like since his girlfriend died, always on the move, always on the run, never settling.
Though Will wished he could meet some decent people, maybe one day even come across an established city trying to rebuild from the apocalypse. If he ever found that, he'd hoped he'd be accepted in. He was so sick of living like this. He wondered if his sister was still alive, and where she was by now. He figured she would have fled south for the winter like most other survivors from the north, but so far in all the southern states he had been in there was no trace of Ida. The United States was such a large area of land though, he doubted they'd ever run back into each other again in their lives. All he could do was wish her the best.
Will slowed down as he saw another car pulled off to the side of the road, and as he looked harder he noticed a man sitting on the hood of the vehicle. No way! He thought, he couldn't remember the last time he encountered another human. It probably wasn't for months, but who knew about time anymore. Days, weeks, months... even seconds and hours all blurred together. Time was a concept that no body cared about anymore.
Although it probably wasn't the smartest move, Will felt compelled to speak with this man. If he was a good guy, then there was no harm done. If he was bad, then Will felt indifferent. Today was no better day than any to die anyways. He pulled his car to halt at the road side next to the other guy, and although he was nervous about it, he still got out of his vehicle and approached him. "Hey." He said standing a few feet away from the man, "What's going on?" He asked, feeling rather brave in the moment.
Post by Ellen McAllister on Jan 28, 2016 10:43:59 GMT
It wasn't too long after putting down the sawblades that Ellen heard a cry of pain coming out from behind the treelines. It didn't sound like your average walker's moaning so she felt compelled to check it out. She was fatigued to hell, and she felt like the heat and humidity was draining her energy like it did her sister's. But the cry warranted checking out.
Ellen looked up to her dad, who had heard it too. He nodded to her to go check it out. Before he could join her however, the sound of an uncoming vehicle approaching them surfaced. Well at least she was used to the idea that a problem rarely came alone these days. She looked up to her dad to see what the plan was.
"Go!" Mac said. "See what's what over there. Anne-Marie and I got this one! And be careful!"
Ellen walked over to Anne-Marie and helped her stand up. She just hoped her sister was up to the task; she didn't look so good.
"Great..." Anne-Marie grunted. "Here we f***in' go again." "Be cool Annie." Ellen answered. "Just do as Dad says." "Heh. 'Be cool'. Good one Ellie."
Ellen grinned at Anne-Marie when she pointed out the pun she had made unintentionally before getting the rifle of her back and carefully making her way to where the noise had come from. She took cover at a car wreckage near the treeline, aiming her rifle towards it.
"If there's a human out there, you better make yourself known!" Ellen shouted. "If you're a walker, please slouch forward in an orderly fashion so I can kill your dead ass!"
Ellen knew the sound of her voice was bound to bring out something. Either way, they were encountering humans as it didn't seem likely a walker was driving that car coming up the road. She took a quick glance backward before focusing her attention on the treeline again. The car had stopped and she hoped whoever would come out was friendly. And if there was a human in the trees as well, she hoped he or she wouldn't bear ill will towards them as well. It'd be nice to finally have some more people and be a group again.
Post by Logan 'Mac' McAllister on Jan 28, 2016 11:33:04 GMT
After having sent off Ellen to check out the noise, Mac was left with Anne-Marie to deal with the oncoming car. He gestured at Anne-Marie to stay behind the SUV.
"Stay down hon." Mac said. "As soon as whoever is in that car gets out, sneak up behind them. Let's make sure these folks are friendly alright?"
Anne-Marie stayed behind the SUV as Mac waited for the car to pull up. A young man came out and greeted him. Something felt naive about this kid just pulling up like that. He was lucky they weren't bandits. Mac jumped up from the hood of the car and glanced inside the kid's car. There was no one else in the car at first sight.
The kid's question also seemed a bit out of the ordinary. 'What's going on.' Mac couldn't help but chuckle at the question. But hell, what did you have to say to people nowadays? Still, he felt compelled to point out the stupidity of the kid's decision to just drive up like that. If only to keep him from doing it ever again.
"What's going on is that you were pretty stupid just driving up like that." Mac said. "Look behind you."
Post by Anne-Marie McAllister on Jan 28, 2016 11:46:53 GMT
Anne-Marie did what she was told by her dad and quietly moved around the side of the SUV as the person whoever was driving the oncoming car got out and walked up to her dad. Anne-Marie didn't take a look but she could hear him moving towards her dad. She quietly got around to the back of the SUV and took cover behind it, glancing at the newcomer.
It seemed like a lone young man, like she had seen dozens of ever since this all began. Like she had seen dozens of dying before. She remembered a few cocky little shits like it she was all to glad to be rid of. Each one of them dying because of their own stupidity, thinking they knew better than anyone else. Like the ones from before who would rebel against her dad and Ellen back in Colorado, purposely being defiant of everything just for fun. Well, they paid for it with their lives in the end.
She figured it was probably too much to hope that this guy would be any different. Well, he was about to get schooled into some humility. Driving up like that was a dumb mistake and knowing her dad she knew he was going to point that out to the guy.
Anne-Marie looked into the guy's car, making sure it was empty before sneaking up behind him. She aimed her pistol at him, keeping a comfortable distance out of arm's reach.
Her dad then pointed out his mistake and told the guy to look behind him. Anne-Marie smirked, knowing the only thing they were going to rob him off today was his pride.
She'd flattened to the ground after she'd heard the car pull up. Were there more of them? The voice that called out to her sounded young. "Olivia Shepherd, U.S. Marshal!" It was a title she'd been unable to turn off even now. Cautiously, Olivia stood up, squinting into the sun. The gleam of a rifle was all she needed to know. "You're going to see me bleeding, but don't drop me just yet. I'm not bit." She paused, glancing at the truck before swinging her gaze back to the rifle and the girl no doubt attached.
"A man with a knife attacked me a little while ago, came out of nowhere and knocked me down. He must've thought I was a walker, but even after yelling at him, he wouldn't stop." Olivia took a few steps closer. "I wasted three bullets but he won't be bothering you anymore. Then again, he probably wouldn't have. Safety in numbers and all that." She'd made it to the highway now, wariness in every step. "That being said, I don't mean your group any harm."
Post by Wilhelm Albrecht on Jan 29, 2016 6:37:11 GMT
Will had to admit just driving up like that and casually asking 'what's going on' was kind of stupid. It would have been more of an appropriate gesture had this been the old days, and not now. But he figured, what bad could happen that already didn't happen? He didn't have anything to lose anymore.
Upon the man's instruction to look behind him, he turned around, gasping slightly seeing a girl probably younger than he was pointing a gun at him. He raised his hands in the air slightly, starting to doubt whether or not he really didn't have something to loose anymore. "Hey now." He said, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice. "I don't mean any harm. I just don't know how to socialize with people anymore. Can you blame me? How do you even get to know people anymore?" Will said with honesty. After loosing the first group of people he took refuge with, including his sister, his girlfriend had been the last human he really talked to, and that seemed so long ago by now...
As if on cue to ease the attention off of him, a new person had entered the scene. He turned his back on the girl with the gun to see who was approaching. He figured it was safe to turn his back, because if these people really meant him harm, he'd have been shot before he even said hey. His eyebrows raised as he saw the woman, bloodied and injured walking toward him, and listened to what she had to say. "Hey! I'm a nurse!" He called out to her, afraid to run up toward her just in case sudden movements would make these people change their mind about shooting him.
Post by Ellen McAllister on Jan 29, 2016 15:59:54 GMT
Ellen raised an eyebrow when she heard the person that was hiding introducing herself as a U.S. Marshall. She might as well have yelled 'Inmate 565472' for all Ellen cared, didn't make a lick of difference in today's world. Ellen hadn't called herself a first lieutenant of the U.S. Army in a long time either, and with good reason after what some of the military resorted to after everything went to shit.
But at least she could also paste a name to the person walking up to her. Ellen did take a few steps backwards however when Olivia mentioned her wound. She had heard that story before, but she also knew people wouldn't turn from one second to the other into a walker. So unless Olivia was planning on giving her a blood transfusion, she knew she couldn't get infected if it did turn out to be a walker bite.
Ellen lowered the rifle a bit but still kept it aimed toward Olivia. She also didn't take the safety off quite yet. She looked into the treeline to make sure no one else was hiding back there. She couldn't see anything but Ellen knew first hand what wonders a ghillie-suit could work if you used it properly. It also seemed awfully coincidental Olivia just happened to show up as the car did.
She glanced over her shoulder for just a second. Her dad and sister had done a fine job of securing the other person who yelled out he was a nurse when he spotted Olivia. Well she wasn't doing anyone any good bleeding over here so they might as well join them back at the SUV. They had the materials to take care of it in the car as well, although Ellen had a feeling Anne-Marie was going to object to treating unknown people. She figured her dad might be more sympathetic though. Despite his rough exterior and being a gruff hardass to everyone her dad had managed to stay civil and humane also. Ellen knew he would also figure it out quite fast if Olivia and the guy in the car turned out to know eachother.
"Walk to the car." Ellen said. "Stay in front of me, and no funny business."
Ellen wasn't quite up to introductions just yet until they had determined these folks were indeed friendly. After that she'd talk their ears off if they wanted. Right now all that mattered was her safety and that of her family.
Post by Logan 'Mac' McAllister on Jan 29, 2016 16:17:05 GMT
Mac kept a straight face to the boy, even though he found the notion of not being able to socialize with people anymore quite funny. Seemed no one did anymore in this world, and introductions at gunpoint was very much more common with not shooting people immediately a common courtesy. So no, he couldn't really blame the kid.
He looked towards the treeline to Ellen. Seemed she had found whoever was crawling through the swamp and was bringing her over. The woman was bleeding, and the new guy seemed eager to help stating he was a nurse. But Mac wasn't quite done with him yet. It seemed really convenient he just happened to show up just as they found another person in the treeline. And even though he hoped it was just a coincidence, it was better to be a little paranoid than sorry. "Kinda convenient you show up just as whoever that is comes crawling out the swamp dontcha think?" Mac asked. "If there's something you need to tell me, better do it now. Because if I have to find out later I won't be as polite and your social skills will be the last thing you'll have to worry about, got it?"
Mac didn't know whether or not he'd come across as intimidating, but he really didn't care. After raising three kids and leading many men into battle he had an internalized bullshit-detector and he could always tell if people were lying. And he never liked being lied to. Ever.
Post by Anne-Marie McAllister on Jan 29, 2016 16:29:23 GMT
The throbbing in her head had subsided a bit but Anne-Marie was still affected by the heat. She felt thirsty and nauseous and her skin felt warmer. She knew she had a heatstroke but she also knew she was prone to have them. She never could stand hot temperatures.
But it couldn't have come at a worse time. They had to deal with two people now and it hardly seemed like coincidence both of them showed up at the same time. If there were more hiding in the nearby swamps and this would turn ugly, she'd get very angry and she'd start by working out her frustration on the guy in front of her, putting him down before he'd have a chance to think.
He came almost close to biting a bullet when the mysterious woman appeared and he shouted out that he was a nurse. His shouting had startled Anne-Marie and she came close to pulling the trigger.
A drop of sweat poured down her left eye, making her squint it from the sting of it. Still, she kept the gun aimed on the guy until her dad told her it was okay. She just hoped they could resolve this situation quick; her stomach felt worse by the minute and if they'd stretch this out she was going to hurl at some point.
"Well, answer the man dipshit!" Anne-Marie said, hoping to move this thing along faster.
Post by Wilhelm Albrecht on Jan 30, 2016 0:38:18 GMT
"Wait, what?" Will said, in shock at the accusations. Did these people really think that he was setting them up? Although he could see their train of thought, it did seem a little funny that two strangers would show up at about the exact same time, especially with how significantly low the human population remained this far into the post apocalyptic world. He didn't know how he could prove them otherwise, and kind of wished he would have just continued to drive when he saw their SUV pulled over to the side of the road. He wasn't willing to die over something that wasn't true.
"I don't know her, I swear." He said looking back at the man who was old enough to be his own father, with an expression of fear on his face. Will had to make this man believe him somehow, but he didn't know how that was possible. How can you just prove that you don't know someone, and have nothing to do with their random appearance? "I don't know anyone anymore, for that matter." He said in a tone with complete sincerity, with underlying sorrow. If there ever was an honest statement spoken, it was that one.
He looked back at the woman who was approaching them from the swamps that was apparently wounded. Will hoped these people were kind, and that they'd have some human decency left to not give her too hard of a time and allow Will to look her over. He hoped it would be something bandages could fix, as he hadn't planned for his night to turn out as stitching someone on the roadside. He all the sudden started to feel very anxious, what had he got himself into? These people seemed calm and levelheaded enough though, except for the girl behind him with her gun drawn on him. It was her that made him feel the most uneasy in this situation.
Her head jerked up as the man who'd pulled up in the truck called that he was a nurse. Finally, things were turning around. A little. "Alright, alright." Olivia raised her hands in the universal sign of surrender, but if the girl tried for the gun at her hip, there were going to be problems. She could feel the blood trickling down her arm and dripping off her elbow onto the pavement, wondering if the badge on the chain around her neck meant anything anymore. The girl hadn't responded to it. Maybe it had just labeled Olivia as dangerous.
But the girl hadn't shot her yet, so that was a good thing. How long that was going to last, she didn't know. It was her sister, her friend, whoever the other girl was that worried her. She had an itchy trigger finger and a brash attitude to match. It was like gasoline to a fire, and she'd seen too many witnesses brought down by this kind of thinking. Olivia was close enough to hear bits of their conversation, and quickly put two and two together. "I've never seen him before in my life." Exhausted eyes swung toward the leader of the party, the one she'd seen on the truck. "But I'd call this a sign, wouldn't you?"
