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Post by Wilhelm Albrecht on Feb 5, 2016 6:26:15 GMT
After Mac had given instructions to the house they were going to scope out, Will nodded his head at him and turned around and went back to his car without saying a word. He went to his passenger seat and moved his bags and possessions to the backseat. His car was a little 2003 Ford Taurus, and with all of his stuff in there it was kind of cramped, and he hoped Olivia wouldn't mind. Once Olivia was in the car with him, he took off in the same direction as Mac.
Will was silent through out the ride, he was completely indifferent to whether or not he continued to travel with these people. Lately indifference was the only emotion he was able to feel. He drove to the spot that Mac instructed him to go to, and pulled over to the side of the road near their vehicle. Once Olivia got out of the car, he grabbed his backpack and made sure all the doors were locked, as everything he owned in this post apocalyptic world was stored there.
As Olivia and him walked up to Mac's daughters he noticed Anne-Marie still wasn't feeling well. He figured the heat was still making her nauseous, and it was bad enough she already puked. He listened to Olivia inquire Ellen about the spears, while his main concern was the sick girl in front of him before whatever lurked in the house. Will would always be a nurse, even in this world, and could better understand as to why Olivia still wore her badge even after all that had happened with the downfall of society.
He dug through his backpack and found an unopened bottle of water, and held it out as he approached the girl. "You know, you should really keep yourself hydrated right now." Will said, hoping she'd accept it. He tried his best to keep his tone light, and not condescending as he felt like she could be easily offended. He really was concerned, and hoped she wouldn't be too stubborn to accept, or call him names in the process. Though Will knew her type, and they didn't take help from other people easily.
Post by Ellen McAllister on Feb 5, 2016 11:47:49 GMT
Ellen didn't doubt that the former U.S. Marshall could handle herself when Olivia asked for the spear, but she was also wounded at this very moment and a possible liability. Had she not been wounded Ellen would've handed a spear over immediately so Olivia could pull her weight but right now she was a bit hesitant. Olivia had just been stitched up and if anyone knew the importance of it staying that way it was Ellen herself.
Everytime someone needed stitches she could feel the scar on her face tingling and she had vivid recollections of the pain and sensation of having stitches in your face. Thankfully the doc back in Colorado was a true master and even though the scar ran all the way through the right side of her face, the scarring itself was minimized.
"Look, I'm sure you could handle yourself just fine normally." Ellen answered Olivia. "But you might wanna rethink that for a moment. The spears are meant to be handled with two hands and you just being stitched up you should probably hang back with a pistol."
A faint crash from inside the house then got Ellen's attention and instinctively she took cover by the car immediately.
"Get down!" Ellen said while gesturing the same. "Everyone down!"
With her dad being the closest to the hood of the car and having the best view, she waited for him to assess the situation and awaiting his instructions. It was never a dull moment with her family, as their new allies were going to find out soon enough.
Post by Anne-Marie McAllister on Feb 5, 2016 14:42:33 GMT
Anne-Marie took long slow deep breaths so the feeling of nausea would subside. She wanted to prevent spilling whatever was left in her guts, and it seemed they were going to work any minute now. Ellen got out the spears they had crafted. As Ellen explained to Olivia why she shouldn't have one, Will walked up to Anne-Marie and offered her water. She knew she had to stay hydrated and she was trying to, but it was hard to keep something down at the moment. Even the water her dad had given her was already disagreeing with her stomach.
Will offering water to her was a kindness she didn't expect from people anymore, and it caught her a bit off guard. She didn't like it; she wasn't sure if she'd do the same for him and it made her feel uneasy. But she had to give the guy credit for trying. Maybe if he'd stuck around long enough she might grow to like him, but until he had proven himself in her eyes she remained wary of him like she did with all strangers.
"Thanks but no thanks." Anne-Marie answered. "My parents told me never to accept drinks from guys."
She chuckled. Did she ever experience something like that? Hell, she was 16 years old when all this began. Sure, she had been to parties and her parents allowed that, but she feared their wrath too much should she ever get busted with alcohol. Especially her mom's. She could hardly remember those days anymore. If only she had known back then that angry parents would become the least of her troubles one day. Well, maybe if Mom had survived... she'd always find one thing or another to annoy her about. But maybe she'd be too busy coddling Drew... if only Mom could have seen what an absolute piece of shit her precious little boy had become. Hah.... she'd probably find a way to pin that on her and Ellen as well.
"You shouldn't offer water if you don't know the person you're offering it to would do the same for you." Anne-Marie added. She felt somehow compelled to bestow that valuable life lesson to Will, even if he was going to disregard it. She'd go on about it, but when a dull sound came from inside the house and her sister told her to get into cover, Anne-Marie jumped up, grabbed Will by his shirt and pushed him into cover against the SUV while she got her pistol out. It was a reflex her entire family had gotten, and getting someone else into cover wasn't so much out of altruism, more out of self-preservation. People could reveal their position and could get shot, die and then get up again causing them to waste a bullet.
After making sure everyone was in behind cover, Anne-Marie waited for her dad to tell them what to do. Jumping up like that hadn't done her stomach any good, but she felt well enough to ignore that for at least another minute.
"No rest for the wicked..." Anne-Marie muttered. "Fuck."
Post by Logan 'Mac' McAllister on Feb 5, 2016 15:46:01 GMT
A sound came from inside the house. Mac ducked behind the car and looked to his side to make sure his daughters did the same. There was no telling where this sound came from. Here's to hoping it would turn out to be just a lone walker. Or a lone human that turned out to be a friendly. Mac observed the windows but didn't see anyone watching them. No other sounds followed either, but that didn't mean no one was there.
Mac assessed his new formed group. One injured, one sick... that left them with three able bodies to take care of whatever was inside. Here's hoping the spears would do what they were intended for. Will looked strong enough to be able to pierce walker skulls with the sharp one, Ellen was a sharpshooter so she could hang back and help them out if things got hairy. As for Olivia and Anne-Marie, they could watch their backs outside and deal with any stragglers that would wander outside.
Mac turned around and faced the group ducking behind the car. "Right... here's the plan." Mac said. "Will, as soon as we verify there's rotters inside, take the sharp spear and use it to stab walkers in the head. I'll push them off with the blunt one. Ellen, you stay behind us with the pistol and put a bullet in their dome if things get too hairy. If it's humans inside and they're not of the friendly kind, drop the spears and use guns and kill everything that moves clear?"
He then looked at Olivia and Anne-Marie. They needed to do their part too.
"Olivia, Anne-Marie; stay here and watch our backs." Mac continued. "We'll be able to handle walkers just fine but if it's hostile humans inside, shoot anyone that comes running outside that isn't us."
Mac knew Ellen was up to the task, but he wondered about Will. The kid didn't seem to care whether or not he lived or died and Mac had a feeling he might behave reckless. He didn't like having to take a risk like that but he didn't have a choice right now. Mac just hoped Will was up for the task.
"I'll go first." Mac said. "Knock on the wall and windows, see what comes out. Ellen, Will; take position by the door."
Having said that, Mac gave the silenced M1911 MEU to Ellen before grabbing the blunt spear and quietly heading toward the house. Mac knocked a couple of times on a window and the wall to see who would come out, the dead or the living.
Post by Ellen McAllister on Feb 5, 2016 15:57:40 GMT
Ellen took the silenced pistol from her dad and made her way towards the house after he did. Even though they had done this a hundred times with just the three of them; today felt different. Like they were only at half strength or something. Maybe it's because they had to clear out the house so soon after meeting two new people. Or maybe it was because Anne-Marie was sick from the heat and Olivia was injured, or because she couldn't figure out Will just yet.
But this wasn't rocket science, and the idea was fairly simple. Will would stab walkers with one spear and her dad would push them off with the other. And if any walker had a hard time dying a second time, she'd put a bullet in their rotting brain. Simple. A task you could easily do with strangers right?
Ellen took position by one side of the door, behind her dad. Will would have to stand across from them. The door wasn't locked and stood open just a little. She was ready, and hoped everyone else was too.
From inside the house with the windows covered, Lachy couldn't hear the cars approaching, but that didn't stop him from making a ruckus within. In his mind, he could hear the voices of former group members scolding him for being disrespectful, but that meant nothing to him. If the home owners ever came back, which was unlikely to begin with, he would bet his entire cache of food that they wouldn't be coming back in the state that they had left. Since he hadn't met a walker yet who concerned itself with material belongings, he didn't concern himself with the idea that anyone would care if he knocked over some magazines and junk.
No sooner had he sat down and tested the soup after gingerly blowing the steam off of a spoonful, he heard tapping against the side of the house. Moving without hesitation and barely a sound, he set the soup aside and hurled himself out of the chair, landing on the balls of his feet with bent knees. Miraculously, he managed to cross the room without so much as a floor board creaking. The soft light from outside painted an inch-wide strip of hazy blue down the right side of his face as he looked out from a slender gap between the curtain and the window frame.
His gaze was drawn first to the two cars parked in the driveway and as he watched, a woman's head peeked over the door, visible through the vehicle's windows. The tapping was moving along the wall and Ean shifted to see down the side of the house, but from the angle, the figures meshed together and the only things he could discern for certain was that there were at least two and the person bringing up the rear was carrying a gun. They were approaching the back door and while Ean knew they wouldn't get in that way unless and until he moved the couch or they took an ax to the door, he couldn't figure how he would get out without them seeing him, as the front yard offered no cover even if he did go out the other door. He wasn't sure there was a need for him to run or hide, but it was always a possibility.
He assessed the situation before they reached the door, coming to the conclusion that since he couldn't run or hide, he would meet them full faced. Before he moved toward the door, he glanced at his golfclub laying across the coffee table where he had left it. Against guns, it might as well be a posy, but it would still be seen as an unnecessary threat, so he left it there and cleared his throat, smoothing back his hair. "I'm not dead yet!" he called out, quoting a Monty Python movie in a fake cockney accent. As he got closer to the door, he added, losing the fake accent, "If yehr Jehovah's witnesses, keep movin'."
Moving slowly and cautiously, trying not to entertain the idea of them shooting him on the spot, he reached for the doorknob and pulled it open as far as the couch would allow, which was only about five inches. " 'Yeh folks lookin' fer a place fer t' noight?" he asked, his natural accent gently lilting off of his tongue.
"That's what I was thinking, but I was afraid the shooting might draw unwanted attention." She ducked down beside Ellen. They’d drawn in anyway. She longed to look up and see more of the house, but such a move was foolish. Olivia focused on what Mac was saying, his words low and short. Clearly he’d done this before. While hanging back wasn’t in her nature, Olivia only nodded. She and Ann Marie were out of commission, but that didn’t mean they weren’t capable of helping.
Then the door opened a crack and she was surprised to hear a human voice piercing the cacophony of noise Olivia couldn't quite make out what the man was saying, but he hadn't started shooting at them yet. On one hand, she was relived it was a human. On the other, humans could more dangerous than walkers. Her fingers curled over the stained butte of her gun and waited, balancing on the balls of her feet. She hated waiting.
Post by Wilhelm Albrecht on Feb 6, 2016 2:20:54 GMT
Will sighed as Anne-Marie rejected the bottle of water he was trying to offer her. He understood her point about not offering things to people if you didn't know if they'd do the same for you, but that wasn't in his character to do so. Life was precious to him. Maybe not all life, as he truly felt evil people deserved death, but he was certain he was not in the presence of evil people. Suddenly there was a slight crashing noise from inside the building they were going to scope out, and before Will could react Anne-Marie had pushed him up against the SUV to take cover. Mac had joined them, and Will listened to the instructions Mac gave as he handed him one of the sharp spears.
Will nodded his head, in full agreement of Mac's expectations. However, before he joined the others he sat the water bottle down by Anne-Marie's feet without saying a word to her. Maybe when he was out of sight the girl would finally swallow her pride and drink it to get some fluids in her. He nervously followed after Mac and Ellen, his eyes shifting in all directions as they walked up toward the house. He feared that his newfound group would be ambushed, but he trusted that Mac would be seasoned enough to make wise decisions for them.
They made their way onto the porch, with Mac in the lead and Will standing across from Ellen. The door was slightly ajar, and Will could feel his heart start to race in his chest. It was funny how one thinks they don't care about life until they're faced with circumstances that could prove them otherwise. Will feared death and the unknown, and hoped to come out of this situation alive today. Once he heard the voice on the other side of the door tell them to keep moving if they were Jehovah's witnesses he giggled a bit. Whoever this was had a sense of humor and lightened the tension a bit.
"Yeh folks lookin' fer a place fer t' noight?" He heard the man on the other side of the door ask, and sincerely hoped this was a sign that whoever this was would not be a hostile person after all. Will did not give this person an answer though, and instead shifted his gaze toward Mac who was closest to the door. Mac was the one who would call their shots, and Will was glad that for once he had someone else there to be the decision maker.
Post by Logan 'Mac' McAllister on Feb 6, 2016 11:35:27 GMT
The door opened and a guy with a Cockney-accent appeared. Great, of all the abandoned houses in the goddamn apocalypse Mac had picked out the only one that had people in it. Mac grunted, slightly annoyed at his own bad decision, before moving forward to the door. All the while he kept his ears open to hear if there was other people moving around the house. Since this guy was already here, Mac figured it was best to deal with him rather than to move on to another house and have an unknown factor on their hands. Best to keep other people where he could see them, and if they were lucky this guy might offer a helping hand in scavenging the town and New Orleans.
"We got one wounded and one sick with a heatstroke." Mac answered. "Just lookin' for a place to have them rest up for a while."
Mac stayed quiet for a second, trying to listen for any more occupants. Strangely it remained quiet. Was this guy really alone in there or were his companions, if he had any, just really good at hiding?
"We can offer you some supplies for the trouble." Mac continued. "And we got some able bodies to help keep this place safe. We even got some medical professionals if you've got wounds or aches that need lookin' after."
Mac was careful not to mention that Olivia was a government official and that Ellen and himself were military; this guy might not be too fond of them despite being English. The only card he could play right now was that Will and Anne-Marie were medics, even though his youngest was pretty much out of commission right now.
"I'm Mac." Mac introduced himself. "This here's Will and Ellen. The two over at the car are Olivia and Anne-Marie. What's your name?"
It had been a while since Mac spontaneously introduced himself to someone. It had also been a while since he got a chance to do so. He just hoped this time all it took would be common courtesy instead of it resulting in violence as usual.
Post by Ellen McAllister on Feb 6, 2016 12:01:32 GMT
Ellen chuckled. Leave it up to her family to find the one house that was occupied by what was probably the last English guy in the country.
"Figures..." Ellen spoke after the man opened the door and asked if they needed a place to spend the night. "Unbelievable."
She shook her head but didn't dwell on it for too long. There was no telling whether or not this guy was alone in there for the moment, and until they had verified that Ellen wouldn't rest easy. After her dad spoke her name introducing her she popped her head out for a moment from behind him.
"Hi." Ellen said, giving a slight wave. It had been some time since her family got properly introduced to someone and despite being the more social one of the three she couldn't help but feel awkward.
After having shown herself to the English guy in the door Ellen took a few steps back towards one of the windows while her dad talked to the guy. The glass was dirty and dusty and she couldn't figure out what was behind. After having done so, Ellen moved to the side of her dad, waiting to see if the guy was going to let them in.
Post by Anne-Marie McAllister on Feb 6, 2016 12:15:27 GMT
"Ugh... tenacious bastard..." Anne-Marie grumbled after Will left the bottle of water for her and went to join Ellen and her dad at the door. She picked it up, figuring if he was going to waste it anyway he might as well waste it on her. Great, now she owed him a favor. She really hated being in someone's debt.
When the door opened without any of three in front of it opening it, Anne-Marie took aim but kept her finger off the trigger. She was afraid to hit anyone. A man's head popped out and she tried to understand what he was saying, but couldn't. She could hear her dad's voice and make out that he was introducing everyone to the man. What if this guy wasn't alone in there? Anne-Marie could see her sister trying to check out one of the windows but the disappointment on Ellen's face showed that she couldn't see what was inside.
Anne-Marie looked up at the above windows. There'd better not be anyone up there. Was this guy going to let them in or were they going to have to do this the hard way?
Even though he hung back from the entrance at first, Lachy heard a chuckle from outside and smirked tightly, relieved that it didn't sound like a malicious snigger. He couldn't pinpoint from whom it had come, but all the same, it reassured him that there was a sense of humor clinging to existence in the wake of worldwide trauma. He couldn't recall a time when he had been able to suppress his natural impulse to be a smartass and he had always been satirical, though occasionally he was startled by how twisted his sense of humor was becoming.
Hearing a man's voice take initiative and explain the group's situation, Ean came closer to the door, studying their faces and then looking past them toward the cars. Generally usurpers didn't point out their vulnerabilities. He found himself nodding and saying, "D'is is as good ah place as any, Io'd say. Windows're treated an' the front door's solid. Dis un's easy teh barricade."
"No trouble," he shrugged, half shaking his head, even though the offer of supplies was tempting. "Can't say Ah feel too badly, been lucky lately." While speaking, he shifted back from the partially open door and within a few seconds they would hear the sound of furniture peds sliding across hardwood as he scooted the couch out of the door's path. "Jus' gimme ah minute 'ere..."
Once he was able to open the door enough to allow passage through with margins to spare, he studied the group again while Mac spoke. Blue eyes swept the face's as they were introduced, reflexively trying to keep up with the introductions before resigning to the fact that he wouldn't be able to remember the names on the first go round. Plus he would have to have incentive to learn their names -- if they were just sharing the house for a night and then going their separate ways in the morning, it seemed like a lot of wasted effort. "I go by Lachy," he replied absently when it was requested of him.
ooc | Dx so sorry it took so long to reply. I hate holding up threads, esp group threads. muse had been dead but returning now *fingerscrossed*
Post by Logan 'Mac' McAllister on Feb 9, 2016 11:53:25 GMT
Lachy... seemed like more of a nickname to Mac. Probably something British. He'd remember it. Mac waved Anne-Marie and Olivia over before he carefully went inside, checking out the house's infrastructure from the inside and making sure no one else would be waiting for them.
"Thank you." Mac said as he passed Lachy.
The house seemed solid enough, Lachy really wasn't lying. The windows being blacked out was indeed an indication that this place was used for a long time. At least they could have some light in the evening without having to worry about walkers or bandits seeing it. And with this many people helping them guard it, maybe his daughters could get some more sleep. Mac himself never rested easy; only time he slept was on the road when one of the girls was driving the car and even then it wasn't a real solid sleep. But he made due regardless.
As soon as he made sure Anne-Marie was comfortable resting he'd check the house and perimeter for any weak spots. But right now his biggest concern was making sure his youngest could rest up so that she'd be ready in the morning when they went on their scavenging run.
"Ellen, take care of your sister." Mac ordered his oldest. "Look for a place for her to rest. After that look for a good sniping spot, just in case."
Mac then turned back toward Lachy. Maybe this guy had some intel on the area, he might've even been already in the town. If not, he could be an extra pair of hands for when they would check it out in the morning.
"Know anything about the town up ahead?" Mac asked Lachy. "We couldn't see past the FEMA-checkpoint from the road."
Post by Ellen McAllister on Feb 9, 2016 12:10:29 GMT
Ellen was relieved that this guy, who was named Lachy, let them in. Finally a decent place for once with more people to rest up in. It had been far too long.
When her dad told her to take care of Anne-Marie, Ellen first turned to Will. He could start getting the valuable supplies from their cars so it wouldn't get stolen.
"Will; we're in the habit of taking the good stuff out of the car whenever we bunk down someplace." Ellen said. "So if you don't mind... Could you get them out for us? The big olive drab duffle bag has the food and the medical bag's in the back seat. I'll help you with the ammo crate as soon as I get Anne-Marie inside."
Ellen then walked over to her sister and took her by the arm. Her sister's skin felt warm and sweaty and she was definitely overheated.
"Let's go beauty queen." Ellen said to Anne-Marie. "You're one hot chick you know that?"
Post by Anne-Marie McAllister on Feb 9, 2016 13:41:52 GMT
Anne-Marie chuckled. 'Beauty queen'... Well those days were long over. But she couldn't deny her pretty face is what saved her from being eaten by the satanic cannibals back in Florida. Still, Ellen was quite right when she called her a 'hot chick' too. Anne-Marie felt hot as hell all over her body despite having a wet towel around her head. Ellen supporting her was quite welcome too. Anne-Marie felt that if she were to go into the house on her own she would wobble. Didn't mean her older sister was going to get away with what she just said though.
"Well you would know what a hot chick looks like?" Anne-Marie said joking. "Dontcha lesbo?"
It was then Anne-Marie realized calling her sister a lesbo might have been wrong. Not because of political correctness but because of her sister's relationship with Charlie back in Colorado. Ellen wasn't a true lesbian but she had fallen in love with Charlie, and Anne-Marie knew her sister loved her with all her heart. Hell, even Anne-Marie herself was fond of Charlie; she was a real badass and she cared about Ellen, herself and their father too. Charlie protecting their family is what caused them to separate from her, and Anne-Marie knew it was still killing Ellen not knowing what had happened to Charlie.
It was quiet for a moment. Anne-Marie figured out what to say to Ellen to give her some words of comfort. Charlie's unknown fate didn't make it any easier either.
"I... I miss her too Ellie." Anne-Marie finally spoke. "Every day." "I know Annie. Me too." Ellen answered. "I'm sure she got out back in Colorado. Charlie would never go down like that." "I know... I know."
Even if Charlie had survived, Anne-Marie knew the chances of ever seeing her again were slim to none. Although they had discussed a contingency plan once upon a time back in Colorado, Anne-Marie wasn't sure whether or not Charlie had remembered the part about going to Oregon. And even so, it was a big state and they'd still have quite the journey ahead of them. One that Charlie would have to make alone in the worst case.
When they reached the door Anne-Marie let go of Ellen, giving her sister a quick caress over the back.
"I'm good from here." Anne-Marie said. "Go help dad."
Anne-Marie then made her way into what she thought was the living room and sat down on one of the couches. She still felt nauseous and bended over forward, controlling her breathing hoping that by the time the others had finished unloading it would have subsided somewhat. She hated feeling useless like this.