Emma stared at the group... she was no further than thirty yards away. At that distance, she could see the man's face. He didn't look like he welcomed her, in fact, he looked like he despised her. Emma contemplated her next steps carefully. She wasn't at risk of the same dangers she was in when she'd been with Aleck. There were women here, and, if Emma saw correctly, one was pregnant. She took a few steps forward carefully, lifting her hands in full surrender, but not letting go of her knife.
"H-hello..." She said slowly. "I-I'm Emma..."
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Emma - Railroad Tracks/Train Yard - Floyd, Lynn, and Jessalyn
Emma stopped, she heard the calling. "She's alive!" It was a woman's voice. Emma stopped and clutched her knife. Should she approach them? Two women and a very large man... Aleck wasn't right in the head, she could tell that, but she doubted these people were. In fact, the woman who'd called towards her seemed almost excited.
Precariously, Emma limped towards the three, cautiously aware of her knife. She couldn't run away from them, so she'd have to be careful and approach with caution.
Emma stopped, she heard the calling. "She's alive!" It was a woman's voice. Emma stopped and clutched her knife. Should she approach them? Two women and a very large man... Aleck wasn't right in the head, she could tell that, but she doubted these people were. In fact, the woman who'd called towards her seemed almost excited.
Precariously, Emma limped towards the three, cautiously aware of her knife. She couldn't run away from them, so she'd have to be careful and approach with caution.
Emma's mind was made. She would leave the store; head back towards the train yard. She looked at Aleck's bag for a lingering moment. No, that would be stealing... but she needed supplies. She went over to the large military bag and observed the contents. A tazer, some water, food, medicine, clothes, two hammers, an IED, a couple knives, and a few other assorted items.
Quickly, she took a hammer, the taser, and a water bottle. He'd helped her, so she wouldn't take everything. But everything about him made her feel in danger. She had to leave before something happened to her. She inserted the new gear into her rucksack and zipped it up. Emma found her knife on the floor and retrieved it. She turned to the door, peaked out to make sure the road was clear, and started in the direction of the train yard.
Quickly, she took a hammer, the taser, and a water bottle. He'd helped her, so she wouldn't take everything. But everything about him made her feel in danger. She had to leave before something happened to her. She inserted the new gear into her rucksack and zipped it up. Emma found her knife on the floor and retrieved it. She turned to the door, peaked out to make sure the road was clear, and started in the direction of the train yard.
riprofsuls said
The purple is where I figure that Aleck picked up Emma and the darker red is my path to the church.
Maps are frickin awesome, if I do say so myself
I have a map of new orleans and I think I might have found where we are
Emma held the walkie-talkie in her hand, watching the door after Aleck left. She had been about tell him her name when he ran off to attend to his errand. Why did he leave his bag? It was sure to contain valuable items, and if it had been her, she wouldn't have left her things with a stranger. He seemed alright, though... but he'd had a look in his eye... only for a moment.
Emma reassured herself that she was simply being over speculative. He'd not done anything to her, in fact he'd help her. However the split second that she saw the look in his eye made her wonder; would he try to do something later? No, Emma shot back at her conscience, he was a good person. She pushed the thoughts away: she could deal with them if- when Aleck got back. She stood on her feet, faltering because of the disapproval of her ankle. It wasn't broken... that was good...
Presently, Emma looked at her ruined jacket. It wouldn't do her any good now that he'd slit the sleeve. She'd have to find a knew one, but later. Emma found her pack a few yards away from Aleck's. She opened the rucksack and took of the jacket, sliding it in the big pocket. She unzipped the smaller pocket and produced a red and blue soccer jersey. The sleeves were long, and on the back read "10" and "Messi". She'd found it in a sporting goods store a week ago, and picked it up. She knew that Messi was a soccer player for a big European team, but that was the limit to her knowledge. She slid it on over her gray undershirt and newly bandaged arm.
The wound stung as much as it had before, but Aleck's alcohol would help the infection. It wasn't antibiotics, but it would definitely suffice. Emma zipped the rucksack, shouldered it and retrieved the walkie-talkie from the floor and clipped it to her waist band.
Emma reassured herself that she was simply being over speculative. He'd not done anything to her, in fact he'd help her. However the split second that she saw the look in his eye made her wonder; would he try to do something later? No, Emma shot back at her conscience, he was a good person. She pushed the thoughts away: she could deal with them if- when Aleck got back. She stood on her feet, faltering because of the disapproval of her ankle. It wasn't broken... that was good...
Presently, Emma looked at her ruined jacket. It wouldn't do her any good now that he'd slit the sleeve. She'd have to find a knew one, but later. Emma found her pack a few yards away from Aleck's. She opened the rucksack and took of the jacket, sliding it in the big pocket. She unzipped the smaller pocket and produced a red and blue soccer jersey. The sleeves were long, and on the back read "10" and "Messi". She'd found it in a sporting goods store a week ago, and picked it up. She knew that Messi was a soccer player for a big European team, but that was the limit to her knowledge. She slid it on over her gray undershirt and newly bandaged arm.
The wound stung as much as it had before, but Aleck's alcohol would help the infection. It wasn't antibiotics, but it would definitely suffice. Emma zipped the rucksack, shouldered it and retrieved the walkie-talkie from the floor and clipped it to her waist band.
That's a really interesting concept, and I'd love to join in. However, I think a more in depth story should be made, to at least make sure we know a starting point.(i.e. Are there any bases of operation for survivors? Is there still a militant force in the US?)
Good morning, one and all!
Emma - Inside the Store - Aleck
Emma was dazed for a moment as he set her down. Before she realized what was happening, he unwrapped the bandage and pressured a damp cloth onto her arm. The alcohol stung by itself, but to make matters worse, he went inside the gash, swabbing the disinfectant on the tissue. She forced herself not to strike out and stop him; he was doing her a favor, instead she painfully gritted her teeth, while letting only a small cry escape her lips. When the seemingly insatiable pain ended, she looked over at her torn sleeve, then at the disinfected wound. Emma turned to face the stranger as he started wrapping the wound and muttered, "Thank you..."
Emma was dazed for a moment as he set her down. Before she realized what was happening, he unwrapped the bandage and pressured a damp cloth onto her arm. The alcohol stung by itself, but to make matters worse, he went inside the gash, swabbing the disinfectant on the tissue. She forced herself not to strike out and stop him; he was doing her a favor, instead she painfully gritted her teeth, while letting only a small cry escape her lips. When the seemingly insatiable pain ended, she looked over at her torn sleeve, then at the disinfected wound. Emma turned to face the stranger as he started wrapping the wound and muttered, "Thank you..."
I agree with QT... I have no life and this is my only active to xD
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