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Road to Somewhere Aug 6, 2018 14:45:13 GMT

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Post by Raleigh Stone on Aug 6, 2018 14:45:13 GMT

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Since the time she had left her hotel in Michigan and run into that greasy haired guy. Things in her world had changed drastically and it was no going back. Raleigh had made it home to Mississippi only to find a gory scene of suicide murder of her family. Now she was truly alone and on her way back out through Georgia she had met some folks that knew the original owner of the car she drove. After a bit of negotiating a trade was made and she was on the road with a lot of supplies and a new set of wheels.

Her dogs were lazily stretched in the back seat as she drove and sang to no one in particular. Anything to cut the silence that the world offered her in return. The truck she drove now had a camper over the back and she had gotten a new mattress and a few battery lanterns for light. It was actually decorated with girly items she had raided from stores to make it feel a bit more comfortable. Honestly, she wasn't sure where she was driving to and she was busy just trying to find a reason to keep going.

What she had seen at her families home and the note they had left for her was almost too much. Since then she had picked up a bit of a drinking habit so she would stop when she sat a bar looking for anything to drown out the visions. Nightmares that kept her awake at night and had ruined her perfect vision of the world. Coming up into a town she slowed the truck to a stop and glanced around only seeing a few stumbling corpses in the distance. They didn't hear or notice her with how far away they were.

Sliding out of the truck she let the dogs out of the back seat and they moved to the nearest patch of grass to do their thing. Blue eyes searched the surroundings and seemed most of the shops where looted but she would take a look around anyway. Turning back to the dogs she watched as the large blue tick hound darted into a bar. His nose was on the scent of a person and he peeked behind the bar. Bo{Click} started to wag his tail and a loud baying bark escaped his muzzle as he trotted towards the girl.

The two pit bulls{Click} followed and just due to the full muscled bodies they wagged every which way. All the dogs were sniffing at the girl and falling over her lap in hopes of belly scratches. Raleigh came in after them and heard the commotion as she looked behind the bar. "Dixie, Belle, Bo. Getchur butts off her and let her breathe." Her fingers were wrapped around her pistol in case the girl tried anything stupid. "You okay back there? See anything good in this town or is it picked clean." Raleigh asked as she moved behind the bar and started looking through the cabinets below the bar counter.

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Kay's fingers went to the hilt of the wakizashi strapped on her person and she tried to look as small as possible as the click click of creatures sounded on the worn wooden floor of the bar. Panic and fear mixed together but she tried to maintain herself. She realized that whatever they were they had already found her and several dogs rounded the corner.

The young woman closed her eyes and braced herself for the brutal attack... only to find herself smothered in affection.

"Plech! Friendly dogs?!" she opened her eyes as the two silver pit bulls and their hound practically threw themselves at her in a bid for attention. While Kay wanted to oblige she knew that where there were dogs with collars there were probably owners.

A fiery-haired woman stepped around the corner, excused her pups, and started rummaging where Kay had left off. The blonde-haired girl stood up, brushed off her clothing, and put the jar of cherries on the counter with a loud thunk. She then proceeded to pet the hound dog while trying to hide a smile. It had been a really long time since she'd seen a friendly one.

"Just these. You can have a few if you're a cherry kind of girl," Kay normally didn't take to strangers but she was beginning to feel the strain of loneliness so any conversation was welcomed, "also I haven't checked the back store room if you're feeling adventurous."

There was no doubt in Kay's mind that this woman would win any sort of confrontation that they might have so there was no point in playing tough or being cautious because she knew when she was beat. Besides, so far she seemed like a decent human being.

Kay moved around the counter and walked down the hall to where the storeroom was, jiggling the handle, but it was firmly locked.

"No dice, unless you're good at kicking in doors quietly," she started and wondered how much effort it would take to pry the door off its frame with some form of wedge.

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Road to Somewhere Aug 6, 2018 16:33:19 GMT

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Post by Leonard Clyde on Aug 6, 2018 16:33:19 GMT

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"I Mean....I'm not a selfish guy. Not really. Maaaybe, i got a bit of a temper. Hell, who doesn't these days? I can't remember the last time i woke up and breathed easy. Woke up without this crushing bullshit laying on top of my head. You know what I did yesterday? I spent 14 hours trying to get a can of green beans from behind a shelf. 14 Fucking hours!!!! For Green beans! I mean, it wasn't worth it. But it kept my stomach from growling. It's only been two months and already you can see the lay of the land shifting. People are already getting desperate. Hungry. A few more days I'll probably be as hungry as you." Leonard stuck a bent cigarette in his mouth and sighed as he cupped his hands and struck a match.

Beside him were growls and groans. Leonard didn't bother to look up. He brought the flickering fragile flame to his smoke and breathed in a cloud of dirty air. Rotting fingers stretched out for him. Almost able to touch his face. A few inches off, but close. Leonard sighed and looked out of the broken window of the passenger seat he was sitting in. Beside him more groans came from the car itself as the walker in the seat beside him strained and struggled against the restriction of the seatbelt. Anxious needing fingers wiggled in the air. As if the fucking thing were playing a tune on an invisible piano. "Looks like rain." Leonard said somberly... He was talking more to himself than the dead thing beside him, but still.... It felt nice to hear voices. Even if it was his own. Even if is was rambling nonsense.

Leonard reached up his hand and flicked ash out the busted window. LIght speckles of raindrops fell along his wrist. It was a cold pins and needles feeling. He squinted his eyes at the sensation and resisted the urge to rub his wrist. It wasn't just raining it was hail. There was already a small red mark on his wrist. Reaching up he ran a hand through his hair and brushed it back. Using his fingers he scratched at his beard and remained lost in his own imaginings. Leonard hadn't seen people in some time. The thought honestly hadn't even crossed his mind.

The last group he was with couldn't protect themselves. He went out on a supply run and came back to a mess of corpses and body parts and imagined screams still lingering in the air. He thought of it now as light rain and hail pelted it'se way in the broken window. Staring at the floorboards between his feet while the cigarette still burned between his hairy knuckles. Leonard didn't know that just up the road two women were in the bar down the street. This car, this temporary shelter from the rain, was within shouting distance of the front doors. If Raleigh hadn't parked just out of his view he might've taken notice of her going inside. If he wasn't off on a rant talking just for the sake of hearing a voice; he might have noticed Kay. But he didn't.

He took a puff of his cigarette and leaned over, across the walker and turned on the windshield wipers. The walker turned and tried to bite him as he did so, but Leonard reached into the danger zone with no fear. He leaned back in his seat and shifted a little. He was going to close his eyes and wait out the storm, but his eyes shot open when a dog barked. 'What the f.....' Another bark. Leonard jumped out of the car and started running to the source of the sound. He slammed the car door leaving his dead friend behind, still reaching out for him.

Leonard ran and splashed in slowly forming shallow puddles along the sidewalk. He was pelted with ice, but he didn't care. The thought of spending one more minute alone when he could have a companion was hell. Even a canine companion would be better than talking to a pile of rotting flesh. He stopped on the corner.... Not really sure where the sound came from.... Leonard scratched at his beard and shrugged moving into the restaurant directly across from the bar. He started to search through the dark, unaware that people were just across the street....

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Road to Somewhere Aug 6, 2018 18:20:16 GMT

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Post by Raleigh Stone on Aug 6, 2018 18:20:16 GMT

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Raleigh hadn't seen many people since everything went down and the few she had were beneficial. Sure she should probably be more cautious around strangers but the last two seemed to just have a soft spot for women. It worked well to her advantage and she gained something from each encounter. With women it wasn't going to be as beneficial to her so this girl was really just white noise. Hearing the jar hit the counter her blue eyes darted to it but she wasn't really interested. "Hey if you're hungry I got a few boxes of these like MRE meals in my truck. Got them in a trade a week ago and I can spare some."

Giving out resources wasn't exactly the smart option but so far she had been pretty lucky when it came to finding food. Following the girl to the storeroom door and watching her jiggle the handle made her sigh. There were probably a few cases of alcohol locked in that room and made even some bar snacks. "I got something that might help. Be back in a shake of a stick." Her country accent didn't always show heavy but saying things like that made her moms voice come right out of her. Getting int he back of her truck she pulled out a crowbar and let her gaze move down the road to Walkers that had stumbled their way.

Moving on would be the best option in the next twenty minutes unless they wanted to turn into Manwich. Taking the crowbar she wedged it into the door frame by the knob and she started to push. "Give me a hand would ya. Should be able to bust it...." The phrase was short lived as the two girls combined weight put enough pressure to jimmy the door open. It swung into a dark room and they were hit with a horrid rotten smell. Pulling a flashlight from the bag on her side and raising the light into the room. Hanging in the middle was the lifeless corpse of what she assumed was the bar owner.

"Bless my stars." Was all she could say before pulling her shirt over her nose and moving past its legs to the shelving units. "Looks like we got booze and bar snacks. Peanuts and chips. Hot dog we even have some canned chili over here." Her soft voice spoke as she looked over the few random boxes around. "So you got a place to go or you wanna catch a ride with me. The walkers are moving closer so we need to load up and go." Raleigh spoke as she grabbed one of the boxes full of liquor and smirked at the sound of bottles clinking together. If anything this booze would make a good trade in the future and the food was gonna be a good help to them.

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About two weeks ago the sight of the rotting bartender would have made Kay vomit, now she looked on the scene with indifference. If there was something to use in that room she wouldn't hesitate twice to get it. The woman's offer of food and temporary lodging made Kay uneasy as she recalled the last time she'd been stupid enough to jump on such an offer. But it had begun to rain and it was getting colder so she didn't think she had the option of refusal. Especially when the woman mentioned walkers.

"If you're going north or east i'd appreciate a lift, I don't have much to trade though," it was true, unless the woman had a hankering for power bars.

What was curious was her companion's choice of salvage: liquor. Given that the apocalypse was upon them she couldn't really judge. Kay followed her new acquaintance, hiding her nose in the sleeve of her hoodie as she combed through the shelves. She opened her panda pack and stuffed various food items in. Nothing heavy of course. Kay wrapped her fingers around the large can of chili. She hated the stuff but it packed a lot of essential nutrients that she just couldn't ignore.

"We can eat this for dinner. I'm Kay by the way," while she didn't like offering the information Kay's manner had all but drilled in the need to be polite and spending near months in walker-filled dystopia hadn't yet eroded that. Yet.

She didn't wait for a response because the smell of the former bartender was getting to be too much. Kay walked outside in the bar and saw that darkness was touching the horizon. Outside there was a shambling walker caught up on a fence outside, its half-rotted arm stretched out in a sad attempt to reach them. Tattered blonde hair ran down discolored skin accompanied by a dirtied white dress. Not too long ago this had been someones mother.

Kay looked away: it wasn't worth wasting time or ammunition on a walker that was stuck. Instead she settled for petting the hound dog who sat obediently waiting for its mistress.

"Do they have names?" she called, curious if one named their dogs during an apocalypse. Names bred familiarity and Kay couldn't imagine people wanting to get too close to anyone or anything with the promise of death lingering ever so near.

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Road to Somewhere Aug 6, 2018 19:16:17 GMT

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Post by Leonard Clyde on Aug 6, 2018 19:16:17 GMT

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Looking around the small diner it was tacky in decoration, and drab in furnishing. There was red vinyl seats with silver chrome around the edges. The floor was black and white checkered and an old jukebox sat in the corner. Leonard didn't have to look at the offerings to know the hits within were Mr. Sandman bring me a dream and a rendition of Lollipop Lollipop. It was a fifties diner. Ripped straight out of a time machine and stepping inside the cold dusty tomb was almost sad.

This might've been a jumping place back in the day. Squinting a little he could imagine families sitting in the booths looking at the menus. Ghosts moved up and down the isles in red skirts and a cute little button up blouses that were family friendly and oddly sexualized, just for the tips it could bring. Leonard pictured the waitresses taking orders and shouting back to the cook through the little window behind the counter.

The window sat there dust covered and abandoned. There was still a ticket hanging from the spinner rack. The quiet sounds of the eerily lonlely diner were almost suffocating. His footfalls echoed all around him. One foot after the other loud and prounced as he moved at a swift pace down the same little isles. Leonard's hand found the swinging door on the counter and pushed it open.

Whatever barking he must've heard was probably in his head. It wouldn't have been the first time he heard things that weren't there. Isolation has a nasty way of playing tricks on you. Still he was here. Might as well look for food. His stomach growled again as if to second the idea. Reaching up he snatched the ticked off of the spinner rack. One Omelet, side of bacon and a BLT.... "What i would give for...." A crash came from the kitchen when he spoke. The sound of pots and pans falling to the floor in a parade of noisy confetti. Leonard looked up and placed the ticket on the counter. It was an afterthought now.

Though his stomach continued to growl he couldn't fantasize about a baked omelet and a crunchy sandwich. Leonard pulled a knife from his pocket. A flick of the wrist and the blade flicked out. Blood already stained his green jean jacket and the front of his tattered white shirt. There were bloody fingerprints streaking down the thighs of his ripped jeans from the last dead thing that tried to grab him. His movements were swift, confident. He didn't fear the dead as much as he marveled over them.

Since this whole thing started he had spent a lot of time, perhaps too much time trying to figure out the mysteries of why? And How? Do they feel pain? Are they somehow trapped in there after death? What if they weren't just mindless dead creatures, but actual people. Fully aware and unable to stop thesemvles from beomcing ravenous murder machines? Not that Leonard was the philosophical type. He was kind of a bastard. That's probably why he carried a heartbeat and not the answers to the questions that his curious mind wanted to interpret.

A hand pressed against the red door and pushed it open. It swung lightly as he stepped into the dusty, moldy room. At first he saw nothing. A bit of light spilling into the kitchen from the back door. It hung open, clanging against the metal frame in the windy gust that caught it. There were bloody finger prints on the door. That much was clear with the glimspes of light that caught it with each swing. Rain spilled into the horribly ugly checkered floor. Leonard took these things in as he took another cautious step. He was expecting one of these things.

One was easy to put down. His shoe squeaked loudly on some wet blood on the floor. Something nasty that dripped from the jaws of walker with a fresh kill still in his craw. The creatures turned to the sound. Yes, Creatures, ploural. They moved skillfully through the dark. Using the sound of his heavy breathing as a becon. As a god damned dinner bell in the dark. Leonard let out a startled cry as he saw 5 of them emerge from the dark. Wearing chef uniformes, covered in blood.

The irony was so thick you could have snatched it from the air and skipped rope with it. This sick filthy fucks were about to snack on him now and they were dressed as gourmet chefs. Irony. Leonard turned and bolted out of the kitchen. He rammed into the counter hard. A pain shot through his ribs as he winced and crawled over the counter. Agony dug into his hip as something surprisingly strong grasped at his foot. "Fuck off me!" He growled and kicked at the thing with dirty cowboy boots.

Broken finger. A sick snap of a broken wrist by the second kick. Leonard was let go and went toppling over the counter onto his head. Everything got fuzzy. Distantly he could hear the sounds of growls and his eyes cracked open to see dark shapes shambling towards him. "Fuc....." His lips were dry. He Struggled to his feet. Leaning on a table he almost went back down again as the table almost outright refused to carry his weight. Leonard made it to his feet in time to catch one walker snapping nasty jaws in his face. With the last of his strength he sent it flying through the store front window. Everything is fuzzy. Head hurts.... So bad. So tired. Sleep now.

Sleep didn't come. Before he could even slump against the wall another walker was wrestling him for his life. Leonard stumbled back out the same busted out window into the wet sidewalk outside. He landed on his back with a thing on top of him trying to eat him. The walker outside crawled towards him hungrily as a few more stumbled towards the broken window from out of the dark.....

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Post by Andromeda "Andi" Hale on Aug 6, 2018 20:12:10 GMT

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Andi’s shoulders welcomed the rain with a stiff shrug, she was tired and hungry with little to no patience left. Her whole appearance begged a resemblance to a persona she carried nearly 3 years ago to a dumb Halloween party albeit less theatrical attire. There was a fresh cut lining her temple and slowly oozing blood over her porcelain skin, her fingers were coated in mud and guts and her clothes looked somewhat dirty and disheveled. The tank top that hugged her slender figure was torn in two places from a recent struggle and thin flesh wounds blended the fabric to her skin with a thin layer of blood and sweat. The navy hem of the shirt ended inches above the snug fit of her faded jeans. She knew her golden waves clung to her bruised shoulder like a shield against the cold breeze and her otherwise hazel eyes carried the telltale signs of exhaustion but she didn’t give a shit.

The wounds that littered her small figure weren’t credited to the dead ones but instead some asshole and his two friends she ran into just outside of town. One hell of a struggle later she ended up with one of his friends clutching his lacerated stomach, the other stiffly gazing at the approaching clouds with a brick tucked into his temple and the somewhat leader donning a bloody throat. She hardly through she could fend of three men and any other day she might not have been able to, lucky for her they were all drunk and reeked of cheap whiskey. She ended up annoyed and thankful for a few canned additions to the small food store tucked inside the confines of the leather backpack slung over her shoulder.

She walked through town with an intense caution, she wasn’t sure how many of the dead ones she could truly fend off before losing herself to their hungry clutches. Her eyes rolled at the subtle sound of a dog barking, she didn’t exactly want to find out if the bark belonged to a friendly canine or a vicious one so she opted for the opposite direction of the sound. She would have considered the walk in the light drops of rain relaxing if one of those things didn’t smash the window in front of her and rolled onto the sidewalk with a hungry snarl. For a second she stood completely still, her fingers grasped the machete strapped to her belt as she watched it cautiously.

Andi wasn’t exactly the type of person to run at the first sight of danger but she wasn’t dumb enough to try her luck when there was a group of dead ones ready to chew on her flesh. She would have done more with the bloody blade if another body didn’t come diving out of the same window. For another long second she was almost comically entertained at the idea of coincidence, she thought there were no people around by the looks of it and some unlucky bastard quite literally dropped out of nowhere. She rolled her eyes wondering if she’d be better off leaving him to his own luck, instead she thought about what goodies he might be hiding and robbing him of his things was about as good a proposition as she was gonna get.

Despite the tired stiffness to her shoulders and the ache of her small figure, she slammed the sharp blade into the creature’s skull as it clawed at the man’s flesh from on top of him. Her boot made hard contact with it’s chest before kicking it off the stranger with more force than she thought she possessed. A hard swipe later and she could smell the rotting blood and decaying flesh of another crawling dead one dripping from the cold edge of her machete. That godawful smell was the one thing about the whole mess that made her want to vomit, she didn’t care much for gaping belly’s and shattered skulls but the smell made bile ride up her throat with more ease than she cared to admit.

Despite the danger of other dead ones nearby she couldn’t help but take advantage of the moment, her arm stretched out to press the tip of the blade to his throat with a smug smirk etched over her lips. There was a mischief and playfulness to her gaze that even the end of the world couldn’t wash off. “How many people are with you?”, she didn’t have the energy to deal with another group of assholes when she hardly even got done taking care of the last ones. Besides, if the dead ones got too close she could cut an artery and bolt out of there, he was either going to be beneficial to her travels or the distraction she needed to get away from those snarling dicks.

“Running out of time handsome”, she gave a mocking glance to a nonexistent watch on her wrist glancing over her shoulder at dim figures stumbling through the building. Andi was getting uncomfortable with their vicinity but she had a gnawing thought his supplies could end up getting her through another week or two, whether he consented the theft thereof or not. Besides, conversation with an actual person for a few minutes without blood and gore could turn out to be the one thing saving at least some of her sanity.

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Road to Somewhere Aug 7, 2018 16:20:01 GMT

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Post by Raleigh Stone on Aug 7, 2018 16:20:01 GMT

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This new traveling partner spoke of directions to head and Raleigh didn't say much. Right now she was homeless and running from her dead family members with the voice of buster in her head. He told her that we would be dead and she was basically stupid to hope otherwise. Fucking asshole would've loved to rub that in her face if he had been with her. "I don really have a plan other than to find somewhere safe enough to call home for a while." The tone of her voice was sad and one fighting to hold back emotions as she thought about the word home.

Carrying the back through the bar with her dogs in tow it was just a haunted reminder of the fun people may have had here. "Im Raleigh. Most folks used to call me lee for short but you can call whatever sugar." She spoke as she opened the back of the truck and slid the case of glass into the bed of the truck. "Well, that's Boceaphus.I call him bo for short." Raleigh gestured to the hound she was petting. "The dixie has the most white chest of the two pits and the other is belle." Her hand moved to point as the two pits who were playing on the street.

The end of the world sure didn't get them down in the slightest and that's probably the only reason Raleigh didn't swallow a bullet there with the rest of her family. Her attention turned however when she heard commotion on the street and she looked to see some blonde bimbo trying to rob a guy who was about to get eaten. Sneaking behind then she fired a shot into the Walker the man was restless with and the hot barrel of the gun touched the woman's head.

"God don't like ugly and trying to get someone killed while robbing them is ugly as you get Barbie." Raleigh spoke as her eyes wandered to the man who pushed the walker corpse off him. Giving him a wink and a smirk she looked down at the woman. "How about you drop your weapons and we won't leave you here to get eaten by the group heading towards us." Grabbing the woman's hair she jerked it to look up at the approaching horde. "Tick tock lady. I could just shoot you now and take you stuff but i figure its gods choice when you die."

When the woman reluctantly dropped her weapons Raleigh used her foot to kick them aside. "Kay grab those and put them in the truck. There's a set of handcuffs in the bag in my front seat. Are you gonna behave or do we have to do this the hard way sweetheart?"Raleigh had a amused tone as she waited to know if she was going to have another forced traveling companion for a while.

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Kay was conflicted. She usually avoided these kinds of confrontations if able but Lee's direct (and rightful she had to admit) assertion into the affairs of others left her with a choice. It didn't take her too long to make it. Anyone kind enough to keep a few dogs around and stop a mugging in progress was probably worth following around if only for a car ride.

Keeping an eye on the blonde woman's target, she darted over to the car. From where it was stuck on the fence post the walker growled but was unable to move. Around them the dogs were whining and waiting for Lee to tell them what to do. Kay opened the door then dove into the copilot's seat. Several flips through the dash later she found the afore mentioned hand cuffs, grabbed them, and tossed them over to where Lee stood.

Unfortunately whatever sort of situation was about to go down was about to get seriously derailed.

As she turned her brown eyes towards the darkened horizon the familiar shape of nearly a dozen walkers stood out. Sure they were shambling but their shambling would reach the group in a short amount of time. Kay could feel the tension running down her arms, she let her fingers slide to the hilt of the wakizashi and pulled it out.

"Lee, Walkers!! There have to be at least ten of them!" she yelled, running over to where Lee was subduing the woman.

The dogs had begun to growl and bark furiously around them but like good dogs they looked nervously from the hoard back to their owner. Kay almost felt like she was one of them. Had she been alone she might've just bolted but now she was committed and hiding from a pack of walkers that decently sized might mean at least a week holed up.

This was something she always liked to avoid.

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Post by Leonard Clyde on Aug 7, 2018 19:16:37 GMT

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One second he was in a scramble for his life, the next; Leonard was staring down the barrel of a gun. His situation went from bad to worse. All because of a fucking ghost dog he probably imagined. Leonard was grateful for the assitance with the biters, but now he had bigger problems. Was she really doing this? Robbing him right here in the middle of the street? His eyes were all glassy, half aware of what was going on around him. Honestly everything she said sounded like it was blarred out of a tuba. Distorted and muffled, but he caught the tail end of what she was saying. "I'm alone." He scoffed, not daring to rise from the ground.

He squinted his eyes at the blonde. Leonard couldn't help but take in her figure. The rich curves and touches of skin here and there. He must've hit his head harder than he thought because he could have sworn she was almost flirting with him with her gun drawn. Even when they want to kill me they want to jump my bones. He thought to himself while trying to pretend that he was fine. Leonard watched the walkers from inside the restaurant move closer. They were still approaching the busted out window and after a few more seconds they'd jump this crazy bitch from behind and he'd be scot free. Leonard wasn't the type to ignore a damsel in distress most of the time, but when they had a gun pointed at him that changed things just a little. "Where the fuck did you even come from?" He asked, buying time watching the dead inch their way closer.

He was about to solve his own damn problems when another woman came out of nowhere and turned the tables. A smirk rose on his face as he watched blondy drop her weapons. Leonard scurried to his feet when another woman appeared. Where the fuck were all these beautiful women coming from? He was so lonely he was passing the time talking to some dead asshole in a station wagon and women were just pouring out of every crack and crevice.

The sound of walkers spilling into the sidewalk from the open window spurred him to act. "We should probably......I don't know get the hell out of here?" He was tempted to just bolt, but a gnawing digging plea inside his mind told him to wait. Hell, when was the last time he saw people? Leonard was never really a social butterfly. He was kind of a grumpy asshole with no friends before. He had the occasional one night stand with some woman who he would never see again, but no real relationships. He wasn't the guy who dreamt of a house and a family. He looked out for himself. He led a selfish miserable existence that should have ended a long time ago. Overdosed on party favors or falling down a flight of stairs piss drunk and barely conscious.

But things were different now. Leonard watched the other blonde return with a pair of handcuffs and he stepped cautiously back. The walkers from the restaurant were on their feet now. More were on the way. A heard of them. A sharpe cry cut off the silence. "I think It's about time I quit this place. Ladies, thank you for the assistance." He said taking a modest bow. "But ripped to tiny pieces wasn't how i pictured my saturday." Leonard started edging backwards. Blondy number two had a sword. Maybe the'd be okay. 'Maybe saving your ass is what gets them killed.' He contradicted himself mentally. With a heavy sigh and a heave of his shoulders he shrugged. "I got a place, not far. Heavy doors and all the stale popcorn you can eat. If your'e in, your asses are coming right now. If not.... I'll friend you on facebook."

His hand moved back to the bulge in his pocket. The little pocket knife. His only protection in this nightmare hell. His hand rested on the bulge in his pocket and just the hard edges of it was enough to ease his nerves just a little while he waited for them to make up their mind. He had a car parked at his place. He thought today would be a good day to go on foot.

Save the precious gas. "That your ride? Mind giving me a lift?" The stress in his voice was just barely beyond a knife's edge. He looked from Red, to blondy and then to the samuria. Then he noticed the dogs. He hadn't noticed them til now. All the guns and tension, but damn it if he hadn't heard a bark. No fucking kidding. Leonard wasn't sure how much he could trust them, but it beat talking to yourself. His heart pounded. His temples pounded with a binding headache, but still he played it cool and looked around the trio hoping someone spoke up quickly.

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Road to Somewhere Aug 7, 2018 21:47:51 GMT

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Post by Andromeda "Andi" Hale on Aug 7, 2018 21:47:51 GMT

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Andi kept the almost comfortable draw of a smirk on her lips, she somewhat appreciated the unruly nature of the new world partly because chaos wasn’t a new concept to her. The words that left his lips brought a hint of mischief to her hazel gaze and she felt empowered in the moment, it was clearly written on the soft edges of her features. “That’s not really any of your business princess, don’t go breaking your head over it”, she offered an almost nonchalant, playful wink despite the oncoming danger of the dead ones.

Andi rolled her eyes at the sudden bang of a gunshot, glared at the man she threatened as if he carried fault for her unfortunate position. “If that’s your introduction, just blow my head off already”, Andi shifted on her feet as she addressed the new presence. She didn’t exactly wake up with the intention of dying and she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to eat a bullet when the day barely even progressed. Andi groaned softly at the harsh pull against her scalp, her eyes unwillingly followed the forced line of sight towards the oncoming horde.

“Thought you said you were alone?”, the words were laced with a dangerous tone as she glared at the man, she honestly did not intend to kill the poor bastard but she wasn’t against the idea if he gave her a hard time. Andi was a thief, that much was practically engraved in her being but murder was still hard to swallow even when she did it for the sake of her own survival.

“You talk too much”, the words barely left Andi’s lips when she shifted her weight on the back of her heels and turned to shove the stranger away some. She instantly curled her palms into a defensive gesture of surrender and tossed her own weapons to the ground by her feet with a mocking sneer. She spared a second stranger unknown until her abrupt turn a matching glare with a stiff shrug to her shoulders. “Wouldn’t be the first time I wormed my way out of a pair of cuffs darling, you’re welcome to try and set a new record”, Andi glanced towards her weapons with an almost longing gaze, she didn’t appreciate being defenseless.

Andi was almost too comfortable, even after the announcement of approaching walkers from the second stranger, she was glaring down the bitch who took her by surprise in the first place but there was a stiff caution to her stance in light of the dogs barking. She used to love animals but when they were loyal to a person who held a gun to her head she was more than cautious to the potential damage they could cause.

Andi stepped back with a casual sway in her hips and nodded her head to the man she threatened, there was the usual mischief in her gaze as her fingers still trailed the breeze in a open show of surrender. “How about we let bygones be bygones. I thought he was a threat which he clearly isn’t”, there was a playful tug of a wink at the subtle insult, “and I’m obviously not looking to make new enemies. I’ll even pay for a lift, it’s not like I’m eager to be eaten today”. She glanced at her weapons with a hint of greed, there was nothing as annoying to her as being defenseless.

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Post by Raleigh Stone on Aug 9, 2018 2:50:38 GMT

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Raleigh wasn't sure why she got involved with this poor sap and she should've left him to his fate. Then again her good southern raising and christian roots would've never allowed such a choice. Now her eyes more carefully watched the blonde who seemed to be the only threat as far as humans went. When she gave over possessions of her weapons the tension was lowered a bit. Other than the apparent horde of walkers headed towards them. "Yeah we probably should get going Kay." Her soft tone agreed as she picked up the blondes weapons while keeping the gun aimed on her.

Though her gaze shifted to the man who offered them a safe place to stay down the road in exchange for a ride. "Well I suppose I can give you both rides but Blondie is gonna have to be cuffed until we decide shes into a threat, or she can just stay her and test her luck with the dead." Taking the cuffs from Kay and stepping towards the woman. Snapping the metal bracelets on the blondes pale wrists, Raleigh ushered her towards the truck and opened the door to the back seat. "You can ride shotgun so you can tell us where to go popcorn guy."

After the Blonde was in the back she loaded the dogs into the truck bed and got into the drivers seat. Looking in the review at Kay with a nod, Since as of that moment Kay was the only one she sort of trusted. "Keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't tried anything stupid." Raleigh spoke as she drove towards whatever safe house this guy had. "So are there others in this safe place of yours? Leading us into a trap wouldn't really be advised mister. After all you are technically outnumbered and i did kinda save your life so im going out on a limb to trust you."

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On the horizon the growling of walkers fueled Kay's already frayed nerves. She didn't like to cut it close but Lee had some house keeping that needed to be done. Reluctantly she turned her head away from the oncoming walker hoard, a faded blue ponytail tip landing on her shoulder. In another world she might have bought the dye again because it'd lasted a long time without fading.

As Lee handcuffed the blonde-haired woman to the seat Kay nodded in response to Lee's instructions for her to be on the lookout. Bo, Dixie, and Belle whined from the truck bed, their eyes trained on Lee. Kay took the opposite seat from the blonde haired woman, crossed her legs, and kept her blade within reach. She probably would never use it on another human being but the woman didn't know that.

"So... do you rob people often? Wait, no. Don't answer that. It's better if I don't know," she sighed, sheathing her wakizashi but still keeping her hand on the hilt.

Relief flooded through her as Lee began to drive and the walker hoard that had been viewing them as sandwiches soon dissipated from view entirely.

Lee was driving slow enough that Kay could see the individual solo walkers even through the darkness. In her mind she was thinking that whatever popcorn this man had was probably stale. It'd been so long since she'd eaten normal, decent human food - these snack packs had pretty much been her life. At least tonight they could warm up the chili.

In a likely futile attempt to chip away at the tension, Kay spoke out loud.

"In case anyone feels like pretending to be a decent human being and share their names, I'm Kay," she felt ridiculous talking to a robber and some strange man they'd found with had a popcorn lair but it felt like the right thing to do.

Besides, what were they going to do with her name? Steal her credit? Kay almost laughed at the idea, brown eyes staring halfheartedly at the the blonde-haired woman hoping she offered a name. If not Kay was going to just assign her one. Thinking about people as nameless was easier, sure, but it just didn't seem right like they had become animals or something.

With society thrown to heck she was sure they were pretty close to it.

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Post by Leonard Clyde on Aug 9, 2018 15:39:12 GMT

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He wouldn't pretend that he wasn't excited. It had a been a long time since he had actually talked to another person. One of them had shoved a gun in his face, but was that really so different than dating back in the day? Felt like it sometimes at any rate. He sat in the front seat. His hands ideling in his lap, fidgiting with a rip in the knee of his jeans. Still there was a smile on his face. A big brimming smile.

The smile faltered a bit when babydoll asked him if he was leading them back to a trap. He supposed it was fair. Three beautiful women, in this world.....Fucked up things tend to happen when people think you're valunerable. "No. I'm alone. Honestly the only reason i came out at all was because I heard your dog bark. It's been a bit lonely ya know? Since this all....." His voice trailed off. The haunting meloncholy tone of his voice wasn't one he enjoyed hearing. Back in his last group he was a bit of an outcast. He had only managed to make one friend. The only person in the group that hadn't seen him as a complete worthless asshole coincidentally was the first person he watched ripped apart by those fucking things.

The whole group was overun, and he came back from a supply run to find bloodstains and body parts and a few scattered walkers chewing on what was left of his group. Leonard ran. He ran and he didn't look back. It was god damned horrible, but he had avoided people since then. Not only not wanting to get tied up in the emotional baggage that obviously came with human connection, but because also he didn't want to see that much blood ever again in his whole life. Leonard wasn't squimish but that was a bloodbath. "Hey, this is a stupid Question but aren't you Raliegh Stone? The country singer?" Leonard paused. Pulled out of his morose mood for a moment by the sheer wonder and excitement of meeting a celebrity.

"You had some hit song right? Daddy Don't Approve or something like that it was called....?" Leonard shifted in his seat a bit. A smirk took over his face. He didn't really listen to country, though he remembered seeing a thing about this girl babydoll on TV once. She was a one hit wonder in his opinion but she was pretty popular and had a fanbase. For the moment he had almost forgotten there were others in the car. That is, until Kay offered up her name and asked if anyone else wanted to share. "I'm Leonard. Oh! Take a right up here." He looked ahead to the road and turned back to Kay with a smile.

"Leonard Clyde." He confirmed. Not that last names mattered much anymore. They were about as useful as a home address. Coincidentally Leonard's new home address was an old abandoned movie theater. It had big heavy doors and more than once it had been used as an emergency shelter during hurricane warnings. It was a local landmark and schedualed to be torn down honestly. The wrecking crew never showed up for obvious reasons. Things got sidetracked when the world decided to swallow a cyanide capsuel and shit the bed. "And what's your name sweetheart?" He said looking at Andromeda. It was the only name they didn't know now.

Against his better judgment he was bringing them into the fold. Bringing them back to his camp and his hideout and risking seeing all that blood again. He still saw it when he closed his eyes sometimes and though his face still lingered with a smile there was hurt and pain dancing in his eye if you cared enough to look deeper. He smiled at Andromeda and stared at her quietly waiting to respond. They still had a good almost twenty minutes til they got there. It wasn't that far but they had some heards to avoid and taking the less direct route would be better overall.

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