The Walking Dead: Pack Mentality [IC]
(OOC Thread: http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...ity-OOC-Thread)
The rattle of the elderly engine, which had been buzzing constantly since they starting driving down the country roads, came to an abrupt stop, almost making Quinn jolt from her seat. The school bus, surrounded on all sides by dense woodland and the ramshakle road that stretched ahead, had stopped, dead. An eye brow raising into a curious expression, Quinn reached for her backpack and arose from her seat at the back of the bus, sliding down the middle of the seats that stretched along the inside of the bus, all mostly empty. The sun was barely breaking from beyond the hills in the distance, the night almost lifted; it couldn't have been any later then six in the morning, and most of the people in the bus were sound asleep. Upon reaching the front, she placed on hand on the head of the drivers seat, leaning forward and staring down the road ahead.
"Why did we stop?" She asked bluntly, her hands tensed and her eyes fixated straight ahead.
Carlisle, or Lyle as he liked to be called, sat in the drivers seat, his eyes also aimed straight ahead. "There's a town right ahead. We passed a few signs, I was hoping we could pass by it, but there hasn't been any side roads. Unless we drive straight through the woodland, our only choice is to drive through."
Quinn looked towards him now, her eyes squinting together. "Well? What's the problem?" She asked, confused.
"The signs back there said the town has a population of two hundred... two hundred. What if they're..." Lyle's sentence broke off, ending abruptly. He raised a very good point; so far, the group had avoided all towns and cities, scavenging what they can from gas stations and abandoned vehicles. For the past couple days, they had simply drove in what felt like circles, avoiding everything they could. They all knew that they couldn't do this forever, but that didn't stop them doing it anyway.
"What do you think we should do?" Quinn asked Lyle, looking back to the road. She could see the faint outline of the town in the distance; it couldn't be more then a few miles down the road, if that.
"Well, unless we turn around, which we don't have the fuel to do, we have to drive through." Lyle added, his tone troubled.
Two hundred possible Walkers? Quinn knew that it was unlikely; the people who lived in this small town would have fled, like everyone fled their homes. But still, where was there to go around here? How many would have stayed, and possibly turned, and still be in that town? Quinn didn't really want to know.
"Hey, what's the hold up?" Bob, or 'baldspot', had awoken from his sleep, and was now moving up towards the front of the bus with Quinn and Lyle. "Why have we stopped?"
"Town ahead, possible Walkers." Lyle filled him in, to which Bob gave a nod.
"So lets go around?" He asked, but seemingly answered his own question. "But I'm guessing that isn't an option."
Quinn moved from the front, raising her tone so that the few others in the bus, who had either been asleep, or caught in their own world, could hear. "Nora, John. Come in."
Nora, who had until now been sat in the middle of the bus, her head facing out the window, but her mind seemingly off somewhere entirely different, turned to face Quinn. She gave a curious, yet honest welcome smile, which Quinn had grew to admire in her; out of all of them, she was the most optimistic, and often lifted the spirits of the small group. As for John, Quinn wasn't quite sure what to make of him; while it was incredibly useful to have a medical professional aboard the bus, he seemed to choose to watch and observe, rather then talk. It didn't bother her, though; everyone coped in their own way. What did bother her was the racism, but he seemed to keep that to himself alot of the time. The two of them faced Quinn, Bob and Lyle, as they grouped together.
"Yeah?" John asked, his eyebrows cocked upwards, eyeing the rest of the group. Nora remained silent for the moment, cheerfully listening.
"We have a problem. There's a town ahead, and we need to drive through it," Quinn informed them, her hands resting on her hips.
"We don't know what's in the town, though. Could be Walkers, could be other survivors, who knows." Bob finished off her sentence, as he took a seat, slouched over.
"What do we do?" Nora asked, her thin frame barely noticeable behind the rows of chairs around them. Her voice was soft, and delicate, with a hint of concern.
"I'm not sure. We need to check out the town, scout it out before we move. Maybe there's some supplies we can scavenge? Food's wearing a little thin." Bob replied, rubbing his lower jaw.
"Thats even if the bus gets that far, the engine's been rattling like hell since I took the wheel last night." Lyle told Bob, who raised his head.
Bob stood, stretching his back. "Let me take a look."
While Bob and Lyle popped the hood of the bus, examining the engine, Quinn stood atop the bus, his backpack resting at her feet. The sun was rising quickly, the light almost reaching the bus. Behind them, the long stretch of road, remained mostly empty, other than the tire marks from their bulking bus that seemed too heavy for these roads. She didn't like staying here for too long, they had to move.
"Hey, Lyle! I found the problem!" Bob called out, as Quinn walked to the front of the bus, standing over them. "We'll need a new fan-belt, this ones barely holding on. I can fix it, but I need the part."
"You think there's one in the town?" Lyle asked, waving his hand in front of his face to move the smoke from the engine.
Quinn, looking forward to the town, added in to their conversation. "Bob, Quinn, why don't you two go ahead and scout out the town. I'll wait here and watch the bus. See what's down their, and get your fan-belt? Could help us get out of here a damn bit quicker?" Quinn suggested. She would offer to go with them, but she didn't like the idea of leaving the bus unprotected, nor did she like the idea of leaving Nora with John.
(OOC: Hope everyone was okay with how I had their characters act. I've suggested Bob and Lyle go scout out the town, because of their scavenging role in the CS, but feel free to turn it down if you have other ideas.)