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Post by Marlo Harris on Nov 8, 2016 16:42:14 GMT
”I hate this country..” Marlo wasn’t sure who she was talking to, but she let out an exasperated sigh and she lifted up her long brown hair into a ponytail. She was tired of the humidity that made everything stick to her body. The days were long and humid and then right when the sun went down she would nearly freeze from her clothes being soaked in sweat. Yes this former Ms. Australia sweated just like any other normal human being.
Marlo had only been separated from her previous group for three days. Well that is if any of them were still alive at all. They had a small encampment that seemed safe, however a large group of those…things had overrun them in the night and Marlo instinctively just ran away, not looking back nor helping anyone. She had only been with the group for about a month anyways so she didn’t grow attached to any of them. That was just basic survival, when you get attached it lessens your own odds. Her father’s voice rang through her ears. Funny how that talk so long ago rang so true now. One of her older brothers had read a book on the world ending and had brought it up over dinner one night. That had been her father’s only two bits about the subject. Marl’s stomach noted up thinking about her family. Were they still alive? Whatever hd happened in America had to of happened everywhere else right? Or help would have been sent by now from another country. At least her mother didn’t have to go through all of this.
Marlo was deep in her thoughts as she walked along some highway. She was trying to just keep heading North, it had been her plan all along since Miami was overrun. Looking up, Marlo could see a gas station of some sort in the distance. May as well see if there is anything worth taking. She had barley any water left, and a couple cans of something, she wasn’t sure since the labels had been torn off. For all she knew it could be animal food.
After a few minuets of walking she reached the gas station and crept around quietly, it all appeared to be safe. She reached a vending machine that had been tipped over and it seemed to have some things inside of it. She tried stretching her arm through the food deposit flap to reach a bag of peanuts, but it was no good. She winced slightly taking her arm back out of it. Tapping the front of the vending machine she determined that it was in fact glass and not that fake plastic stuff. It would create some noise, but it did seem worth it. Looking around she found a heavy rock back near the roadway she had been traveling on. Coming back over to the machine she took in a deep breath, pondering her actions once more before showing the rock into the glass.
She looked away as it shattered, and then stared to pick out the contents from the glass quickly. Little did she realize, a few of the dead were slowly making their way towards her. Stupid on her part.
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Post by Jeffrey Grimes on Nov 13, 2016 15:19:29 GMT
Pushing his hair back from his forehead, Jeffrey let out a long sigh as he glared at the sky. The sun had been beating down on him for the last few hours, and it was making the trek down the highway even more of a pain in the ass than it had been when he first started his trek. It didn’t help he didn’t have anything to help distract him while he walked, such as music, though it was better for him to be as alert as he was. If any walkers were nearby, he could take them out without the distractions slowing him down.
As he continued to walk, Jeffrey found himself thinking about Rick, Carl and Lori. Even though he had no way of knowing, he hoped that they were all alive and well. Even though he’d drifted away from his family before the world went to hell, that didn’t mean he’d stop caring about them, and if there was a chance that he could find them again, he would take it without hesitating. Sighing again, he shook his head to try and clear it of these thoughts before he started brooding and before they distracted him from his surroundings. Letting his hand rest on his holstered nickel plated M1911, he felt more assured that no threat, walker or human, would get the drop on him. The things that he had done since the world went to hell had moulded him into a battle hardened survivor, one who didn’t take chances anymore…One who would kill if he had to.
Finally reaching the end of the highway, he drew the M1911 from his holster, checking the chamber as he did so. Even though he had chambered it earlier today, he always made sure to check the chamber. It had been a habit he had developed during the first weeks of having a gun, and he had found it hard to break the habit, even now. Looking down in the distance, he saw a gas station, something that made him smile. There wasn’t a lot of things that made him smile nowadays, but the prospect of a good place to shelter himself from the sun and walkers for a while was something that would always cause it. Breaking into a light jog, Jeffrey adjusted his duffel bag as he ran and flicked the safety of his pistol: if there were walkers here, he wanted to deal with them as quickly as possible, and while his gun was more hazardous, it would clear them out a lot quicker than his machete would.
But, as he got closer, Jeffrey slowed down his walk, and the smile left his face. There was a woman by a vending machine, and behind her, there were a few walkers. She had no idea of the danger she was in, and it caused him to pause. Even though he didn’t trust other survivors as much as he used to, he couldn’t just leave her to be attacked by the walkers. Keeping his M1911 drawn, he dropped his duffle bag and drew his machete. “Hey, over here!” He shouted this as loud as he could, but his voice was hoarse from not speaking much. Still, it gave him the desired effect: a couple of walkers turned to him, snarling as they did so. Moving forward, he drove his machete into the head of the closest walker, kicking it off and away as soon as he knew it was dead. Even though he could handle this small cluster on his own, he hoped the woman would step forward to help, just to help prevent him being overwhelmed.
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Post by Marlo Harris on Nov 17, 2016 22:54:25 GMT
Hunger was a distraction. She was hungry and her mind had kicked into survival mode, the only thought in her head was getting the food picked out of the broken glass. She was so determined yet clumsy and cut her thumb on a piece of the glass. ”Ow.” She lifted her thumb up to her mouth as it started to bleed. Thankfully this had happen because it returned her to her senses. It was as if everything was in slow motion. She heard the shuffling of the dead behind her, starting to gasp and growl. Oh great, good job Marlo. Now what was she going to do. She tried to determine the situation and how it would play out, but a sudden noise reached her ears.
A man appeared, what seemed out of nowhere, with a machete drawn. He had yelled and distorted two of the dead, but one was still approaching her crouched on the ground next to the vending machine. Standing up she reached back over her shoulders and grasped the one of the two sais that were affixed to her back in a leather strap. The former Ms. universe contestant, in her tomboy years, had grown a liking to the use of weapons, one in particular being the three pronged blades. Those of which her older brother had tried and given up on. They had been apart of her chosen talent for the competition, complete with kicks and twirls and everything in between. Thankfully this talent had been useful then, and it was defiantly useful now in the ruined world.
She twirled the blade in her hand anticipating the walker coming closer, once it had she stepped forward and plunged the longest of the three blade prongs into its head. It made a sicking sound, something she still san’t used to, but the reanimated human became still and she had to use a little more muscle than she wanted to push the dead man away from herself, pulling the sat out as the same time. She turned around quickly to see how the man who came to her rescue was fairing. Although, she kept her guard up because she couldn’t know what his intentions were. He could just turn around and rob her.
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Post by Jeffrey Grimes on Nov 17, 2016 23:40:03 GMT
As the other walker walked towards him, Jeffrey took a few steps back: not out of fear, but out of caution. He didn’t want it to get so close that he wouldn’t be able to bring up either of his weapons to take it out, and it was also so he could keep an eye on the situation with the woman. If she was unable to take out the walkers, he’d shoot them with his M1911 to save her. But he was hoping it wouldn’t come to that: the gunshots would just draw more of them here, and while he had enough ammunition to deal with a few, he didn’t have a lot of it left. He’d run out if they had to deal with a small, or even medium sized herd, and he wanted to avoid that.
Letting the walker get a bit closer, his instincts kicked in and he moved swiftly. Bringing his right foot down hard on the walkers left knee, he heard the snap he was hoping for as he broke its leg, and caused it to almost fall over. Driving his machete down into its skull, he kicked it off his machete a moment later, silently satisfied with himself and his instincts. Turning to where the woman was, he watched in mild amazement as he used a Sai to kill the walkers that she was facing. He hadn’t seen anyone use a Sai so far, though he had seen some odd choices of weapons being used: he’d one had to fight a guy who had been making use of a mace to kill the walkers, though the mace hadn’t done much against a gunshot.
He looked at the woman as she turned towards him, though he was still wary of her. The way she had used the Sai, she obviously knew how to use it, and that was something he wanted to avoid. Holstering his M1911, he kept his machete in hand, just in case he had to use it. “You should be more careful. I don’t know what drew them here, but no noise is harmless in this world.” He didn’t mean to sound like an asshole, he just wanted other survivors to survive, and not make mistakes that could get themselves killed.
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Post by Marlo Harris on Nov 23, 2016 18:09:28 GMT
Marlo eyed the man up and down surveying is intentions. One could never be too careful in this new world they lived in. It appeared to Marlo that he was doing the same to her. Funny how they both thought so little of one another. She asked up a little when he spoke. He did in fact save her life after all, she could at least show him some kindness. Nodding she said in reply, ”Thank you.”. Her accent was thick, but at least it wasn’t enough to wash her words out. She then returned her Sai in hand to it’s holster on her back and then looked down at the vending machine, the slain Walker was not too far from it, lifeless at last.
”You’re welcome to take what you want from this mess, it’s the least I can do…” She trailed off and returned her gaze to him, brown eyes meeting his for a moment. She couldn’t lie, she was still reading him. Can never be too careful Marlo. He father’s words rang in her head. She stood there for a moment and tried to think of a way to cut through the sudden awkwardness she felt in the silence.
”I’m Marlo.” So offering her name was a way to do that? She mentally kicked herself for appearing to be too kind. Being kind in this world wasn’t really popular, it often times allowed one to be taken advantage of.
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Post by Jeffrey Grimes on Dec 3, 2016 13:39:10 GMT
Listening to her accent as she spoke, Jeffrey was surprised to hear a foreign accent. He was guessing that it was Australian, though he could easily be wrong. Nodding as she thanked him, he didn’t say anything else, primarily due to the fact that he wasn’t used to talking to other survivors, not anymore that was. There had been a time where he had been the person to make jokes and tell stories to other survivors that he had travelled with. But all of the conflict, and the killing, all of it had chipped away at his more talkative side, until all that was left was the man that he had become, a man capable of killing without feeling much remorse.
As she said he was welcome to take what he wanted from the vending machine, and also told him her name, his gaze drifted to her again. It wasn’t often that another survivor told him their name, especially since a lot of them seemed to adopt a shoot first, ask questions later policy. But Marlo seemed different, she seemed to still have mercy and compassion, something that surprised him: he had thought that anyone with mercy and compassion wouldn’t have survived this long. Letting his gaze drift to the vending, Jeffrey thought long and hard before he finally spoke.
“Jeffrey. Thank you, for the offer. Been inside the gas station yet?” Even though he was finally speaking more, there still a noticeable hoarseness in his voice. He had barely said anything in the past month or so, and it terrified him in a way. He was slowly retreating into himself, and if he continued like this, he was sure that he’d eventually become worse than the walkers. They were unable to think, but he could, and if he consciously chose to become a monster…Then he’d be the worst monster of them all.
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