The Walking Dead -Northwards-

[Heretic209]

Listening to the boy as he began to reveal a bit more about the community, Desmond began to take stock of what he knew about them. Being a lawyer, that was one of his most finely tuned skills. From the conversation, he knew there was a Russian man, named Dmitry, who apparently was the de-facto leader of the group; There was some sort of inept history teacher there as well, and a doctor who seems to have found a grisly way of stopping the infection. Not forgetting the gun-toting psychopath, and a fiery adolescent boy - also with a gun, he thought to himself.

"Trust me," He told the kid; as a lawyer he was quite used to saying those two little words. "I'm not planning to fuck you over. I'm just a guy who is sick and tired of running." They stopped at a sort of passageway, and the boy climbed through, obviously wanting him to follow. He did, and emerged at the other side, inside the compound. Looking around, he saw that it was a bit bigger than he had first guessed, and pretty well maintained.
"Alright then, lets go meet with Dmitry."

[~xXInvisible_SarafeneXx~]

Emily chuckled and then grabbed her tools to stitch up the wound.

"Now this is going to hurt slightly, just a bit of a pinch... I was an intern at Sacred heart before the dead started rising," Emily stated before she started stitching the wound up. She was done in minutes and the wound was completely closed, stitched up.

"I'll have to remove them in about a week or so... but you'll be fine. Would you like to rest here for tonight?"
Anwell nodded and looked around before looking up at Desmond.

"You're gun please. You're safe in here, they won't get you... so you're going to have to hand me your gun. It's not that I don't trust you Desmond, it's just that they won't trust you. They don't know how you got in, and if you tell them about my passageway you might meet those walkers outside sooner than you'd want to," Anwell stated, holding his hand out and waiting for the gun to be put into his hand.

[Heretic209]

Desmond sighed. He knew that he was most likely going to have to give up his gun at some point - he would want the same done if some stranger walked into his safe haven. But parting with the gun, his only weapon, was still tough for him. After a few seconds though, he nodded, and pulled out the weapon. Before handing it to the kid, however, he disconnected the magazine, and pocketed the eleven bullets left in there. With a quick pull of the barrel, he cleared the chamber of the last round, and took that, too.

With the gun empty, he swung it around and held it by the barrel, offering the grip to the boy. But before he let him take it, Desmond quickly spoke up. "The gun for your name. I do recall you not telling me back on the rooftop." The lawyer flashed a grin.

[~xXInvisible_SarafeneXx~]

Anwell stared at the gun before looking up at Desmond. What was his name? He didn't remember it. He faltered for a moment. He had said it wasn't important, it wasn't important until now. It was at the tip of his tongue and then the man saw a visible change in the boy. He stared at the gun then looked up at Desmond then the gun again. Confusion marked his face.

"What? Why are you handing me a gun? Who are you anyways?" There was a sweeter tone to the boy, and there was confusion.

"... I... I'm sorry mister... maybe you should talk to Dmitry... I... don't feel good right now..."

[Vanilla Fire]

Alicia giggled at the tickling in her leg, and looked at the doctor with mismatched eyes, her vision a little blurred, her body trying very hard to stay awake.
"Well -hic- I think I shoud -hic- stay here because -hic- I'm -hic- a little intoxi -hic- cated"
Her sentence was drowned out by a low giggle and she closed her eyes and grinned madly. She wasn't going anywhere

[Heretic209]

If Desmond was confused before back on the rooftop, he was absolutely baffled now. The kid doesn't even seem to remember me now, he thought. A million things were running through his head, and he was tired. Almost overwhelmingly so. He just wanted to get this meeting with Dmitry over with, and find a place to sleep. Putting the empty gun away, he shrugged. "Okay, kid, sorry. Can you just tell me where I can find this Dmitry, then?"

[~xXInvisible_SarafeneXx~]

"Yeah, actually, lemme show you... By the way... My name is Anwell... What's yours?" He asked with a bright smile on his face. This wasn't the fiery kid from the rooftop, it was as if the kid had a twin and had played mind tricks on this man or something.

Emily's eyes were just green. She chuckled before offering a hand to Alicia.

"Let's get you upstairs then, I have a couple of bedrooms up there that you can stay in," She stated with a soft smile.

[Heretic209]

"...Desmond. The name's Desmond. Nice to meet you, Anwell." At this point, Desmond resolved to just play along. He considered that perhaps the kid was playing some sort of trick on him, but concluded that if he was, he was a damn fine actor. No, it was something else. Maybe a multiple personality thing? Desmond could guess in the dark for hours, but as long as he was this tired, he couldn't think too straight at all. Bag in one hand, the other running back and forth through his messy dark brown hair, and his Beretta holstered temporarily between his belt and his pants, Desmond continued to follow this wildly unpredictable child.

[~xXInvisible_SarafeneXx~]

Anwell lead him to Dmitry's house and gently knocked on the door.

"I don't know if he's home... there was some stuff going on earlier... Lilith was supposed to get me some strawberries for my garden... and some other things that I need for the garden... They went out though because someone crashed into a building a little bit ago... And then you got the crazy Elias whose been pulling stupid stuff... He's a scary man... I don't like him... at all, and he's just noisy... Oh, and Mister... Uhm... if you ever want to help with the garden you can," Anwell was on some sort of random train of thought.

[dk123]

Ian assumed he was unseen as the man raised the gun into the air and fired. "Damn..." Is is all he could say. It wasn't until a little later that he noticed Anwell return with the survivor, they where waiting outside the house that Dmitry had claimed as his own, Ian marched up to the two and glared angrily at the child. "You are an idiot." He stated. "You ran away from the camp with a loaded gun, you didn't tell anyone and the worst part is you brought a complete stranger into the camp! It's almost as if you don't want to kill yourself, but everyone else here!" He could see the confusion on the boy's face. "You went to him after he fired into the air, you could have been followed by walkers that were also attracted by the noise. You took a loaded a weapon that we might have needed if we were attacked." He leant in closely so the stranger wouldn't hear. "Finally we don't know this guy, for all we know he's carrying the infection or maybe he's a psychopath with a machine gun who wants us all dead." Exhaling loudly, the former teacher was finished and leant back waiting for the boy's excuse.