Carter Dawley
“You can’t get rid of us that easily.” Carter smiled, posting his fists on his hips. “If you’re divin’ into a trap then we’ll dive in right behind you.”
Carter adjusted the straps of his backpack, helping to make it fit on his back more snugly. He pondered what the substances held in the vials could be. His gaze was fixed on this mysterious briefcase that his ally had found.
Carter kept hold of his little black book as they walked, the contents being his personal thoughts and one of the few things he refused to share with his allies. He had been writing on the pages of this book since everything went to shit, it took his mind off things. Carter didn’t know why or how, but the book helped him cope in the dismal, hellish wasteland that he had to inhabit. He stopped, slipped his pack off of his back, unzipped the side compartment and tucked his journal inside.
Carter took notice that one of the two water bottles he carried was empty, he made a mental note to replenish it as soon as possible. It was surprisingly hard to find a clean water supply, he made a second mental note to be sparing with his remaining water bottle. No more sharing with Brenton's cat.
Before throwing the bag back into its original place behind him, he removed his firearm from the inside. He cocked it, holding it at his side as he continued to walk with Jameson and Brent. Carter anticipated danger, the thought unsettled his stomach. He still stuck by his allies, he had to, for they were all he had. Carter didn’t know if he could handle another dead loved one, if Jameson or Brent were to perish it could tear him apart in many ways and levels. He was a broken man, any further damage would shatter him completely.
Carter shook his head, blinking a few times, trying to clear his troublesome and useless thoughts. His eyes wandered around his surroundings, taking in the scenery. It was peaceful, quiet. The only sound coming from the small group's footsteps and the occasional chirp of a bird. Carter sighed, his gaze shifting straight ahead. He decided to break the lingering silence, uncomfortable with it.
“So... you knew this Marc guy...?” Carter spoke softly, a sign that a lot was on his mind. He looked to Jameson for an answer.
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Working on my first post, sorry for the delay.
David yanked the blade of his hatchet from the lurker’s skull. He looked to Lee, ”I’ll be damned... walked right past you.” David walked over to the gore-covered boy, inspecting him as he made his way over. David seemed to have complete disregard for personal space as he leaned forward and sniffed, making Lee incredibly uncomfortable. After a few seconds of smelling Lee, David backed up and turned to Marcus.
”He looks like one... smells like one... damn creepers probably can’t tell the difference.” David’s gaze fell upon the walker corpse, brain matter leaking from its open cranium. David looked down at his bloodied hatchet, he adjusted his grip as he stared at it. A "plan" brewed in David's head. If his theory was right, it seemed to be the safest and easiest option, he couldn't think of anything better. He then kneeled beside the body, hacking at its torso. After a few heavy-handed strikes, David set his hatchet beside him and thrust his hands into the stomach of the monster. His face contorted as he grabbed hold of the walker's insides.
"Someone want to do a little experiment?"
”He looks like one... smells like one... damn creepers probably can’t tell the difference.” David’s gaze fell upon the walker corpse, brain matter leaking from its open cranium. David looked down at his bloodied hatchet, he adjusted his grip as he stared at it. A "plan" brewed in David's head. If his theory was right, it seemed to be the safest and easiest option, he couldn't think of anything better. He then kneeled beside the body, hacking at its torso. After a few heavy-handed strikes, David set his hatchet beside him and thrust his hands into the stomach of the monster. His face contorted as he grabbed hold of the walker's insides.
"Someone want to do a little experiment?"
Sarge said
Here's a quick question: Obviously, once we all group up I'll use my IC posts to write about things which are happening to the group for ya'll to react to, but in this pre-meetup period shall I do the same for the individual groups, or should I just write about the big events in my IC posts and let you guys find your own way to begin with?
Hopefully we'll all meet up soon, but in the meantime I think it'd be best if we find our own way.
"Supplies?" David started to warm up to this kid already, considering his own supply situation wasn’t satisfactory. He looked to the apartment building, apparently having two floors infested with walking corpses. David posted his hands on his hips and looked down, a sign he was delving into deep thought.
After a few moments of silent pondering, David looked up. He tried to get a good idea of how many of the undead were sauntering around in the first few floors. He then shifted his gaze to the desolated automobiles littering the road. ”The road’s covered with busted up cars... Figure one of the horns still work?” He started to approach the nearest hunk of metal, then stopped himself and shook his head. David turned to Lee, silently scolding himself in his mind for failing to uphold his caution for even a moment. ”How much supplies are we talkin’ here?” He asked the boy.
After a few moments of silent pondering, David looked up. He tried to get a good idea of how many of the undead were sauntering around in the first few floors. He then shifted his gaze to the desolated automobiles littering the road. ”The road’s covered with busted up cars... Figure one of the horns still work?” He started to approach the nearest hunk of metal, then stopped himself and shook his head. David turned to Lee, silently scolding himself in his mind for failing to uphold his caution for even a moment. ”How much supplies are we talkin’ here?” He asked the boy.
David ignored the hand, still a bit shaken and tense. He held his hatchet up, refusing to let his guard down incase this boy would try to somehow attack him. "Put a shirt on, kid." He uttered, grunting. He glanced to his bag about a yard away, then turned to Marcus, speaking with utmost sarcasm. "Thanks for gettin' my bag..."
David made his way to the bag, looking over his shoulder every few seconds to check up on the situation. He had faith that Marcus could handle it if things got messy, but still kept his eye on the stranger just in case. He kneeled beside his pack, zipped it up and threw it over his left shoulder. He slithered his right arm through the strap as he made his way back to Marcus's side. David lowered his hatchet for the first time since he spotted Lee, his expression softened as he did so. He exhaled, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm David." He said, finally calming down. His tone shifted, sounding much warmer and appealing. He looked Lee up and down, then turned to Marcus with a raised eyebrow, "Any bites?"
David made his way to the bag, looking over his shoulder every few seconds to check up on the situation. He had faith that Marcus could handle it if things got messy, but still kept his eye on the stranger just in case. He kneeled beside his pack, zipped it up and threw it over his left shoulder. He slithered his right arm through the strap as he made his way back to Marcus's side. David lowered his hatchet for the first time since he spotted Lee, his expression softened as he did so. He exhaled, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm David." He said, finally calming down. His tone shifted, sounding much warmer and appealing. He looked Lee up and down, then turned to Marcus with a raised eyebrow, "Any bites?"
This isn't a thing anymore is it...
Larceny said
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Posted.
Sorry for the delay, it's been a busy day. We're going to have a constant cast of 14? Plot twist right 'dere. When any of us die I assume we'll come back as a new character, so there will usually be a large amount of survivors in the group. Do you have planned periods of time when the group is low on members?
David was crouched, holding a hand up. A signal for Marcus to stay put and stay quiet. He slowly took off his pack, unzipping it slowly to minimize noise. He kept his gaze fixed on the figure in the distance as he carefully lifted his hatchet from his bag.
It was just sitting there, hunched over on the pavement. David had witnessed people fall prey to this sort of thing in the past and he wasn’t about to endanger himself or his ally by leaving it be. He gripped the hatchet with both hands, leaving the unzipped bag on the ground with Marcus. As David creeped toward the walker, with each painstaking step his knuckles grew whiter.
It had a distinct smell. David knew that stench, an oder that only emitted from the body of a walking corpse. He had become so familiar with that smell, he was acquainted with it. It always made his heart race, even with all the times he had encountered it. That scent had taken so much from him.
It was only a few feet away now. David seemed to be walking for an eternity, his pace was only slowing as he snuck toward the undead creep. He could hear nothing but the creature’s breathing. It was erratic, distressed. The hefty heaves only intensified David’s senses and focus.
He was upon it now, just a few more steps until he’d drive his hatchet into its skull. David lifted his weapon, prepared to bring it down onto the top of the walker’s head. It hadn’t moved much besides the occasional twitch or shift. It was hunched over on that pavement for the duration of David's approach. David took what seemed like his last step. Before making contact with the ground, his foot landed on a twig. It seemed to all happen in slow motion. The snap, the snap that caused David’s heart to cease beating. The snap that made the creature’s breathing stop. The snap that caused it to whip its head around and stare into the eyes of its terrified assaulter.
It was not a lurker, it was a man.
It was just sitting there, hunched over on the pavement. David had witnessed people fall prey to this sort of thing in the past and he wasn’t about to endanger himself or his ally by leaving it be. He gripped the hatchet with both hands, leaving the unzipped bag on the ground with Marcus. As David creeped toward the walker, with each painstaking step his knuckles grew whiter.
It had a distinct smell. David knew that stench, an oder that only emitted from the body of a walking corpse. He had become so familiar with that smell, he was acquainted with it. It always made his heart race, even with all the times he had encountered it. That scent had taken so much from him.
It was only a few feet away now. David seemed to be walking for an eternity, his pace was only slowing as he snuck toward the undead creep. He could hear nothing but the creature’s breathing. It was erratic, distressed. The hefty heaves only intensified David’s senses and focus.
He was upon it now, just a few more steps until he’d drive his hatchet into its skull. David lifted his weapon, prepared to bring it down onto the top of the walker’s head. It hadn’t moved much besides the occasional twitch or shift. It was hunched over on that pavement for the duration of David's approach. David took what seemed like his last step. Before making contact with the ground, his foot landed on a twig. It seemed to all happen in slow motion. The snap, the snap that caused David’s heart to cease beating. The snap that made the creature’s breathing stop. The snap that caused it to whip its head around and stare into the eyes of its terrified assaulter.
It was not a lurker, it was a man.
Larceny said
We start today, right?
Sarge mentioned starting on Monday, but I think it might be post-poned.
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