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Post by Logan 'Mac' McAllister on Jan 30, 2016 11:58:20 GMT
Mac believed the boy. Something that came with age was the ability to sift through all the bullshit and this wasn't a lie. However unlikely it would seem; he believed that these two people didn't know eachother. Finally a spot of luck after months of being subdued to Murphy's Law. Maybe if these two were capable enough he and the girls could finally let up a bit and get more rest. God knew they needed it.
"Alright." Mac said, nodding at Anne-Marie to let up.
He looked at the woman. First thing that stood up about her was the badge around her neck. Why anyone would still want or need to claim to be of any kind of official nowadays was anyone's guess. But maybe some people had a hard time to let go. Another thing was that she was wounded, but hardly seemed sick. They had to make sure it wasn't a walker bite though. Mac knew she wouldn't die or turn for at least a few hours so they had at least that. Still, it would be nice to have an extra pair of hands so he hoped it was just a regular wound.
"Nurse, check her out." Mac continued. He didn't know the boy's name but there would be time for introductions later. "Put her to the side of the truck in the shade. Anne-Marie, help him out."
Mac hoped his youngest was up to the task. Normally he would've let her take point in medical matters but he had seen the heat was getting to her. As her father, he knew she never really could stand the warmth and was prone to heatstrokes. It was also an opportunity to test the boy's knowledge.
"Ellen, up top." Mac said to his oldest. "Keep an eye on the perimeter. Let's make sure the deadheads don't bother us."
Mac then waited for things to unfold. As they worked on the woman, he wanted to ask both her and the boy some questions. In the back of his head he had to admit it felt kind of nice to finally be in the company of more people again. He just hoped they'd turn out to be more trustworthy than their previous associates.
Post by Ellen McAllister on Jan 30, 2016 12:20:44 GMT
After Ellen escorted Olivia to the SUV, she let her dad take it from there. She had a feeling the guy and Olivia didn't know eachother, but she'd let her dad be the judge of it. Ellen knew she had been wrong of people before and her dad was better in telling lies from the truth.
Still, she couldn't help but feel somewhat excited about having a bigger group again. It'd be nice to sleep longer hours and have someone else to talk to apart from her dad and sister. Despite the world being as empty as it was, Ellen had felt isolated at times. And they needed all the help they could get if they were going to look for supplies in New Orleans. The city was densely built but she hoped their gamble of walkers taking to the swamps would pay off.
When her dad told her to check to keep an eye on the perimeter, Ellen crawled onto the roof of the SUV. There wasn't any movement in sight so for the time being it looked like they were good. With the sun burning in her face, Ellen made a mental note to scavenge some sort of hat as soon as she could find one. This heat was downright ridiculous.
Post by Anne-Marie McAllister on Jan 30, 2016 12:38:21 GMT
Anne-Marie couldn't help but release a sigh of relief when the situation finally got resolved. When her dad nodded she put the safety back on her pistol and holstered it again. Thank god Dad ordered the nurse guy to take care of the woman because she didn't feel up to it at all. Still, Nurse Guy was probably going to need supplies and even though she wanted to object to her dad about using the supplies on anyone else but themselves, she found she really lacked the energy to do so. Dad said help him so that was what she was going to do. She just hoped it wouldn't have to be her to sew up the woman because given her current state she was afraid she'd get sloppy. Also, that wound on the woman better not turn out to be a walker bite. She had the cure for that in the holster on her hip.
Anne-Marie walked over to the back of the SUV to get the medical bag out of the trunk, but just as she was about to open it an overwhelming feeling of nausea overcame her. Great, here she went in front of everyone puking her guts out. After hurling out the content of her stomach she felt a bit better, but not entirely. She made a mental note to get hydrated again as soon as possible. After she wiped her mouth off she opened the trunk and got the medical bag out and walked back to Nurse Guy, throwing the bag at his feet.
"Well... do your thing Nursey." Anne-Marie said. "I'll watch and make sure you don't fuck up."
After having said that, Anne-Marie put her back against the SUV and slid down back into the shade. She felt like she was in some kind of rush, but not the good kind. The heat had kicked her ass and beaten her senseless and she just wanted to sit for a while.
Post by Wilhelm Albrecht on Jan 30, 2016 22:16:44 GMT
Will felt like he could breathe again once the older man believed that there was no connection between the two appearances. He could feel himself sigh in relief as they led the lady to the shade to lay down, and were going to allow him to look at her. As the crazy girl put her gun away, he felt instantly safer, too. Things were going to go smoothly it seemed, and Will determined that these people were probably alright, just presenting a little caution that's all.
However though, when these people were allowing him to tend to the woman that just appeared he could feel his anxiety build up again. He wasn't truly a nurse, and had one more semester of college to go through before he was supposed to graduate. He had never even had one patient before in his life, and had no previous experience of taking care of people. All he had was the knowledge he still retained from medical school. Will hoped she wouldn't need stitches, or she'd end up being his guinea pig for that. Trial by fire, he thought as he walked up toward her.
"Hello, my name is Wilhelm, but I go by the name Will." He spoke to her calmly, briefly introducing himself. Her clothes were stained in blood, but he couldn't tell if all of it was hers or if some of it was walkers blood. God knew they all seemed to wear blood stained clothes these days just from trying to stay alive. "What happened? May I take a look at where your wounds are?" He asked, ignoring the crazy girl's rude, unnecessary comments.
The tension left her shoulders as she watched the three talk amongst themselves. They were clearly a family unit, and Olivia felt better being able to put a name to the face of the girls, although the father was still a stranger to her. At least he was reasonable. Olivia folded to the ground and leaned against the truck. "Nice to meet you Will." Her eyes rolled up to look at him and she offered her arm for inspection.
"Knife wound. It's just on my arm. Ironic thing is, it isn't the first time. I have a nasty scar across my stomach to prove it." Had Ann Marie not been sitting there, Olivia would've felt more relaxed, but the heat appeared to have gotten to the girl as well. Despite herself, her heart gave a lurch of pity. That was Olivia, seeing the best in people when they didn't see it in themselves.
Post by Wilhelm Albrecht on Jan 31, 2016 0:42:16 GMT
Will gently held her arm and inspected it. Damn. He thought, she was going to need stitches, a task he's never had to preform on anyone before. It was something that was simple, but still made him nervous. He looked at the bag that Anne-Marie had dropped beside him earlier and looked back at the older man. "Thanks, but I've got my own supply in my car, I won't be a burden on your stuff." He said as he went to his car and dug his bag out of the back seat and returned to his patient.
Digging through his bag he was relieved to see that he had all of his equipment. He put on some gloves and began the task of sterilizing his tools. Once that was completed he cut off a section of gauze and wet it with some rubbing alcohol. "This is going to sting a bit," He said making eye contact with the woman, "But I'll have you cleaned, and stitched up in no time" Will promised, trying to not let his nervousness show.
Holding her arm with his left hand, he used his right hand and began cleaning out and around her wound with the alcohol soaked pad of gauze. He applied iodine around the inflicted area to further help keep things sterile, and keep away bacteria while he worked. Picking up one of his curved surgical needles, he threaded it, and began using the simple interrupted suturing technique he remembered from med school. Will continued to work down her arm until he got to the end of the wound, where he tied off the thread, and used his scissors to cut off the remainder. He went over her arm again with the rubbing alcohol, and she was done. For his first time suturing a wound, he thought it turned out okay.
"There, you're a trooper!" Will praised her, "In a few days this should all heal up, and we'll be able to take these bad boys out." He said as he started taking off his gloves and zipping his bag back up. Will may have changed a lot since the world gone to hell, but he was still a nurse and that remained unchanged and untouched after everything that happened. He glanced back at the man who was old enough to be his father again, wondering what would happen next. He had forgotten for a bit the situation they were in while he focused on helping Olivia.
Post by Logan 'Mac' McAllister on Jan 31, 2016 18:43:53 GMT
"Oh for Pete's sake..." Mac sighed beneath his breath as the kid, who introduced himself as Will, insisted on using his own bag. 'Burden on their stuff'. They offered their stuff didn't they? Mac hated ingratitude and on top of that another smartmouth know-it-all to deal with, probably bound to die due to his own arrogance just like the ones Mac had dealt with before. He knew he probably would have to keep a close eye on Wilhelm, and keep him on a short leash. For everyone's sake, especially his own.
But he could prove his worth by starting to work on Olivia. Right now one of his daughters wasn't feeling too good and that took priority. Mac walked around back to the trunk of the SUV and put back the medical bag back inside. He then took a towel and made it wet before walking back to Anne-Marie. He knew his youngest was prone to have heatstrokes and he knew what to do whenever she got them. He wrapped the towel around her head and neck so that she could cool off.
"There ya go hon." Mac said. "Just like in Egypt huh? Remember?"
Anne-Marie just gave her dad a smile. Mac took the canteen from his belt and gave it to Anne-Marie so she could get hydrated. He knew she was tougher than she looked and that she was going to be fine, but he wouldn't mind bringing her and everyone else someplace cooler. Preferably some place safe they could spend the night.
But there was a more pressing matter. If this Olivia got attacked he wanted to know where it happened and who did it, and if that person might have friends who would come and avenge his death. He waited for Will to finish up before introducing himself and his daughters, and to question her about what had happened.
"I'm Logan McAllister. Mac." Mac introduced himself. "You met my oldest Ellen, and the one sitting next to you is Anne-Marie, my youngest."
Mac squatted down in front of Olivia, looking at her wound. Will didn't do that bad a job, Mac was impressed. Didn't mean he was going to take it easy on him though. If the badge around her neck was real, he would probably take it easier on her than Will; U.S. Marshalls weren't just your average cops and having one on the team would prove quite the asset.
"You mind telling me what happened there?" Mac asked, pointing at her wound. "People not too happy about that badge around your neck? Or was the previous owner not too happy you took it?"
Mac knew the possibility of her stealing the badge was real, but Olivia didn't look like much of a raider. There were certain scenarios he'd be okay with, even if it did turn out it was stolen. But somehow something told him that she was for real.
Olivia hissed as the alcohol touched her wound, then kept her teeth clenched together to stay quiet. She tried to focus on anything else other than the needle sliding in and out of her skin, but she had to admire Will’s calmness and proficiency. She huffed softly. “No, that was all you.” Olivia didn’t deserve the praise. She turned her head as the older man came with a towel for his daughter, and she dropped her head to hide her smile. He was a good father.
On some level, Olivia appreciated him crouching down to her level. That he wasn’t going to stand above and try to intimidate her. “I was looking for clean water. Then this guy comes out of nowhere and slams into me, knocking me to the ground. I thought at first he must’ve believed I was a walker. So I tried to tell him, over and over, that I was a human and I wasn’t to hurt him. But he wouldn’t listen to reason. He just kept swinging that knife and trying to stab me.” She paused to regain her breath before continuing. “The blade glanced off my arm when I raised it to protect my face. I managed to get my gun out, and had to shoot him three times in the chest. As horrible as it sounds, it was kill or be killed.”
Olivia’s eyes narrowed at the implication that she’d stolen it, and if looks could kill, he’d would’ve been sprawled out on the pavement. “I worked in Witness Protection for 9 years, Mac.” She said, testing his name out of her tongue. “I’d love to see you try and take it.” Even injured, Olivia knew how to bring down men his size. She’d done it before.
Post by Logan 'Mac' McAllister on Feb 1, 2016 12:36:34 GMT
Kill or be killed, it was a story the McAllisters understood all too well. In Mac's eyes Olivia had nothing to answer for; crazy person tries to kill you, you kill'em right back. Although given her history and her former job as a U.S. Marshall Mac figured anyone out there who ever spent any time in a prison or on the run would try and kill someone who represented an agency responsible for locking them back up. Especially someone who still wore her badge so openly. Mac knew of at least two prisons in Virginia where they set the prisoners with low sentences free. As for the lifers and death row inmates across the country, it was probably too much to hope prison staff managed to execute them all before everything went to hell.
But he couldn't help but chuckle when Olivia said he could try and take that badge away from her. She was feisty alright, and would likely prove an asset as soon as she was healed up. Maybe she'd be interested in joining their scavenging run in New Orleans. As for the kid, Mac still hadn't made up his mind about him yet. "Wouldn't dream of it Marshall." Mac answered, grinning slightly. "Although you might wanna consider a better place to keep it than around your neck. Walkers get their dead mitts on that chain and you're gonna have a tough time breaking loose. As for a more aesthetical point of view; there's a lot of cons out there who didn't finish their sentence when all this began and who'd love to to get their hands on government people."
Mac spoke out of experience. It was the reason why he had removed all of the marking on the military clothing they had that would reveal that both Ellen and himself were in the military. Although there were still people out there who would respect them for it, a whole lot of people out there distrusted the military and everyone who was in it.
Having said that, Mac stood up and looked toward the town of Akers. Olivia was patched up and there wasn't a reason for them to linger around there anymore. It was time to get his family and their new friends to shelter so they could rest up.
"Well the girls and I were just looking for some real estate before you two got here." Mac said. "Town over there looks quiet but one of the few routes outta New Orleans ran through here and we've spotted what looks like a FEMA checkpoint up ahead."
Mac pointed at a walled construction that blocked off the streets. One could vaguely make out a wall from it but if you used binoculars you could distinguish the FEMA writing on it.
"Now I don't know what's beyond that wall and in the town but we've got some prime real estate up ahead to spend the night." Mac continued. "On the left are a few isolated standalone houses, but the front is wide open and they've got the bayous in the back. On the right are houses that are more closely built to eachother and in close proximity to the highway. But they're covered by dense plantation in the front and a river in the back so we might not get spotted that easily. I was trying to make up my mind about it when you two came along."
Mac hadn't made up his mind yet. Both options had their advantages and disadvantages. But he'd love to hear anyone else's input on the matter.
Post by Wilhelm Albrecht on Feb 2, 2016 2:26:10 GMT
Will listened to Mac as he talked about his plans for finding shelter for the on coming night. From the sounds of it, it had seemed safe enough and these days he hadn't really cared much about safety. They all had to die someday, and any day was no different than the next. There was nothing to live for anymore, and he was smart enough to see that. Life now was only a big game to him. The only objective of the game was to see if you could survive until tomorrow, and it was something that was getting boring to him anyways. He really didn't care at the moment. He'd travel with anyone, and go wherever they pleased. It wasn't like he had much better to do anyways. The only other thing he'd be doing is to keep on driving, and sleeping out of his car, waiting for something new to come up as he had lived for a while now.
"Don't matter to me much." He confessed to Mac, without any emotion in his voice. His expression was as blank as his face. "Wherever you think is best to go, then I'm down. I'll follow your lead." He said, and felt like it was best. Although Will considered himself wise and mature at the age of 25, he still trusted Mac's judgement more than any opinion of his if he did have one. He knew this guy probably seen some shit in his life that Will had yet to see, so he knew this man could make better calls than him, even if it was just something like finding shelter for tonight.
"Olivia can travel with me in my car, if she wishes." Will suggested, putting the offer out there. "There's room for her, I've been traveling alone for a while now." He said, feeling his throat become tighter as he remembered how alone he's been since he lost Aela not too long ago. He did his best to bury his emotions again, he wasn't about to show any weakness to the people he was now trying to show his worth to. Besides, he didn't think he'd ever be capable of talking about his dead girlfriend, at least not anytime soon. Not that anyone cared, everyone had their own battles to focus on, and that was his and his alone.
Post by Logan 'Mac' McAllister on Feb 4, 2016 10:13:46 GMT
Following his lead. Well at least the kid had the right mindset. Although the part about it not mattering too much for him seemed reason for concern. Was this kid tired of life or something? Mac could appreciate people falling in line but not if they were goddamn suicidal. Will was about Ellen's age so he'd ask her to find out what his deal was later. Will would probably respond better to someone his own age than a gruff old man like himself.
When no one else chimed in Mac decided to go for one of the houses on the left, near the bayou. They'd have multiple escape routes that way and a clear line of sight should any enemies come knocking. But they'd have to make sure to secure the house properly and covering up every window to not attract unwanted guests, of both the dead and living kind.
He looked out and saw what would be the right place. A lone grey house standing out in the open, with the street in front and the bayou in the back. Two floors and a skylight in the roof that could be used for a sniping position. The porch roof was flat and low enough to jump down from in case they needed to make a quick escape.
"Right..." Mac grunted. "Second one on the left right there. You load up Olivia while the girls and I go have a first look."
Having said that, Mac got both his daughters in the car and drove up to the house. After reaching it, he turned the car around so it would face the road in case they had to get away quick. He'd position it near the porch later after they had secured the house. After having done so Mac, Ellen and Anne-Marie got out of the car and took cover behind it, waiting for Will and Olivia to arrive.
Post by Ellen McAllister on Feb 4, 2016 11:23:43 GMT
After getting to the house, Ellen got out of the car and grabbed her rifle. Seemed like a decent enough place and from that skylight up on the roof she could cover a lot of ground. She looked around the area; this place was a ghost town. No walkers in sight, nor any sign of human activity. This place had been abandoned for a long time. They were lucky to meet up with other people when they did it seemed. Even though Olivia was hurt, it'd be nice to have an extra pair of hands in clearing out this house.
The sounds of the bayou; crickets, frogs and mosquitos pretty much filled the surroundings and the swamp-odor was even stronger here. Still, it was preferable to the smell of death in most places. At least this was natural. However, the distinctive sound of the bayou had both advantages and disadvantages. One would have more trouble hearing the group, but they would have more trouble hearing others too. Ellen hoped it would die down by the evening though. Now that they had teamed up with others, she wanted to get a good night's sleep without other things keeping her awake.
She put the rifle on her back and opened up the trunk of the SUV. They had makeshift spears to clear out walkers to conserve ammunition, and this was the perfect opportunity to use them. She took out the spears and set them to the side of the car. Another thing they had built was a sort of spear too, but instead of a sharp end it had a wide, blunt end to it. The idea was to work in pairs; with one person stabbing walkers in the head with the sharp spear, and then the other person pushing them off with blunt spear; with both keeping a safe distance at all times. Although they had yet to put it into practice, Ellen was hopeful this system would work.
"Suppose we can test these things out now." Ellen spoke to her family. "But let's hope the house is empty altogether."
Post by Anne-Marie McAllister on Feb 4, 2016 12:01:00 GMT
Anne-Marie felt better as before, but unfortunately it was still like shit. The cool towel around her head felt good, but she looked forward for the sun to go down so it could cool off, even though it was more dangerous at night. It was probably too much to hope for that the house her dad had picked out would be cooler inside. Damn, how she missed airconditioning. Sure, the car was equipped with one but it had run out long ago.
After her sister took out the spears, Anne-Marie sat down in what little shade the car provided. She really hoped the house would be empty, even though it was probably in vain. Truth was, she wasn't really up to the task of clearing out walkers in her current state. Sure, she could do it if she had to but her focus and concentration wouldn't be all there. Still, she would do what she had to do the best she could. Although just guarding the car while the rest cleared out the house would suit her just fine.
When Ellen said to hope the house was empty Anne-Marie chuckled. When were they ever that lucky?
"Yeah... that'll be the day sis." Anne-Marie said. "Better double check those things, make sure they're ready."
Anne-Marie sighed and leaned her head back. If this goddamn nausea would just let up... she could deal with the headache just fine but feeling like she had to vomit by every moved really bummed her out. She grinned at the thought of vomiting over a walker, give them a taste for once. It would be a funny sight but the reality was she'd never let a walker come that close to her. Ever. They'd get a bullet in the head long before that.
Lachy cursed as a flame licked his finger and jerked his hand away. It had startled him more than anything and although upon inspection he could see a stamp-sized patch of slightly shinier skin, he knew it wouldn't leave a mark or blister. Picking up the lid he had dropped when he jerked away, he turned back to the can of sterno and smothered the flame, screwing the lid in place. Steam rose from a can of soup on the counter nearby. Pulling open a couple of drawers, Lachy turned up a spoon and a dishtowel, which he used to pick up the hot can.
Walking into the living room, he surveyed the furniture, choosing an oversized recliner. As he set the can down on the sidetable, he smirked at the other items resting there. There was a caddy with at least four different remote controls for the television, dvd player, satelite box, stereo, etc, plus gaming controls in a nest of tangled cords. Next to the caddy was a stack of magazines and tabloids with headlines about the Kardashians and the newest diet fads. It seemed to Lachy that maybe the end of civilization wasn't so bad. Life had been simplified, stripped down to basic survival and people who spent their lives chasing after stardom and publicity were more than likely gone now. "Good riddance," he muttered as he knocked the caddy and stack of magazines onto the floor.
Sitting down, he flipped up the footrest, getting comfortable while he ate and stared at the blank tv screen. The house was empty when he got there, although someone had been there since the outbreak, evident by the heavy blankets thrown over each window. The back door had been hanging open when he arrived and the lock was broken, but he had wedged a couch in the narrow hallway so that one end was against the door and the other propped against the first step on the flight of stairs up to the second floor.
"Smart move, but I don't think I would've had the strength to fight you off anyway." The tired smile she gave in return felt alien. "Good point." Olivia lifted up the badge and tucked it inside her shirt, where it struck against her chest like a second heartbeat. Then she tilted her head back to against the car and shut her eyes. She was running on three hours of sleep and looked it. The fight and the resulting wound had only sapped more. Olivia heard the discussion, but her body had rebelled against her mind to conserve what little energy she had left, which meant not speaking. She thought the bayous were a good choice. The place near the highway would be congested with cars, remnants of frantic people and disastrous in case they needed to make a quick getaway.
She voiced no objection to riding with Will. Out of all of them, she trusted him the most. Olivia knew she'd learn to feel the same way toward the family, but for right now she went with Will. The trip to the house was short, and while her body screamed for rest, she knew they'd have to inspect the house first. Her hand went automatically for her gun, then stopped. It would be too loud. She came over to where the makeshift spears lay. "Mind if I have one of those?" Then her head whipped up at the sound of a faint crash from inside the house and her eyes immediately darted to Mac for instruction.