@MissCapnCrunch@Framing A Moose@Princeofhearts@IronWill@Leda @DrakeonisAs Harley would probably say, the hens were clucking and waiting on their din-dins.
Liz sighed rubbing the back of her head and fixing the dull gray beanie adorning such before the rest of the group showed up.
The first was Scott, returning from his morning patrol and giving Moses the daily report.
"Wilco captain." Liz gave a mocking salute. Then soon arrived Virginia looking like hammered shit. A few nights on cold concrete would do that to you. Still, she looked just as cute to Liz. Liz chuckled at the sight of her tousled blonde locks and just her overall fatigued appearance,
"Morning sleeping beauty." Wonder who woke her up? Prince Charming or Maleficent herself?
Once Virginia ambled a little bit closer, Liz seeing the blonde's reaction to the dead gathering out front, another girl arrived on scene. Jane, the resident mad scientist of this motley band of survivors, the Dr. Josef Mengle of the zombie apocalypse. She approached the group carefully, as always trying to keep up an astute and professional demeanor, when really it just made her look to Liz like a cute hipster nerd, instant heartthrob material for the punk rocker. She lit another cigarette, taking a slow drag and exhaling smoke before replying with a shrug to Jane.
"Yeah, what's up Jane Doe?" She said yawning and stretching again. She hasn't had much sleep at all since this whole debacle began, and it was starting to take its toll on her. But then again, how can you sleep knowing the next day could be your last....even the next hour? For Jane, Liz figured another fetch quest for research material, hacking off limbs and bringing back globs of gore for the lab rat to analyze thinking she was gonna find some breakthrough miracle and save the world.
As if...
Lastly, the two hunters finally dragged their butts up the stairs to the roof. Hunter, the irony of that name, already on his usual bitchy whine-fests about how the group was running out of food. Like Liz didn't know. They hit every supermarket, convenience store, restaurant, and whatever else in this god forsaken city, and that was just last week. The supply runs were becoming more and more finite each day, yes, but Liz didn't need to hear the constant complaining about it, especially when she hasn't had her morning smoke and her coffee yet.
Calamity Jane followed behind Hunter too, typical of her as well to be the only sunshine in this dark storm of human decay, of bitterness, depression, anxiety, and a whole bunch of other shit words a licensed therapist spouted at Liz once upon a time. The cowgirl, never being one to enter the fray unless needed, plopped her ass down in a chair on the roof, Liz's chair unfortunately, and stretched giving a great, hearty yawn of her own and catching her hat before it fell off.
"Lord have mercy! Y'all sure are an antsy bunch today! Y'all sound like a bunch of cows mooing before a big tornado." Harley giggled before hopping to her feet again and joining the group circle.
"If y'all ask me, Hunter is right. Food's gettin' hard to find around this here city, and them zombies are getting tougher to fight off. Poor Riley nearly got bit by them bastards. They some ornery little critters, I'm tellin' you." A brief bout of laughter before she resumed turning to the boy,
"I can go huntin' with you while Liz and the others go scavegin'. Been a while since I shot me a good whitetail, and there's plenty out there.""Alright." Liz said with a sigh, taking another drag of her cigarette, cheekily huffing smoke into the cowgirl's face and getting her a nasty look from Harley.
"So Patsy Cline here's gonna go shoot some deer with Hunter. The squad and I are gonna jack some more body parts for Jane Doe, and hopefully before the sun sets we don't end up zombie chow. We're running out of places to bury more bodies anyways." A coy jest, but a grim reminder that not only the food was growing short...but the morale. If it wasn't for Harley always keeping an upbeat attitude, albeit annoying to Liz, then this whole ship of fools would be sinking in the whirling seas of blood and guts below them.
"We just gotta get the big boss' word before we go out cracking skulls first." She added while turning to Moses, an expectant pause with her arms crossed and an eyebrow cocked.
For a while, Harley kept silent. Liz always being the negative nancy, it was like the rocker wanted to put a dent in her cheerful demeanor, or at least set out to. She sighed stretching her arms behind her back, groaning a bit as sleeping on hay and hard ground hasn't done her back much favor. The same could be said for the cute blonde across from her, Harley's blue eyes sparkling bright upon noticing her.
"Hey Virginia!" She smiled scooting over to Virginia and giving her a friendly hug.
"Well, don't you look like you been through hell and back! Still just as cute as a baby chick! Golly, we didn't think you was ever gonna wake up. How you feeling, girl?"Noah joined the group later, Liz really paying him no mind but getting a greeting from Harley,
"Howdy Noah! Glad you could join us." A smile and a wave she gave the shy boy. A bit of a weird fellow he was to the cowgirl, but didn't mean she had to treat him like stigma. It pegged Harley as something funny though, Noah and Moses, both Biblical names. Well if anyone was gonna see them out of this trainwreck of society, it would have to be the good Lord above....or Liz if they pissed her off enough.