Her legs trembled after only a minute standing upright without Tony's support. “Not planning on it,” she replied to the blonde – whose name she really needed to get at some point – and squeezed the barrel of the rifle to alleviate some of the pain. “Just in case,” she added, mostly for herself. She watched, impressed, as the woman shot arrow after arrow into the farm. One by one the walkers fell.
Of course Chris expected the woman to be able to use the bow, even if she didn't doubt some idiots would pick up a bow and try to survive with it. From the get-go, the woman seemed to know what she was doing. Still, Chris exchanged a look with Tony, then pulled the rifle back onto her shoulders and took the baton out of her belt.
“Come on, there's only two left.”
The archer stepped towards the fence, and Chris followed with Tony. He kept close, hands hovering at her sides should she stumble again. Purely because he'd known her almost all his life, he saw how hard she worked to look like she was okay. As soon as they secured the farm, he planned on ordering her to rest. It probably wouldn't work, and he was terrible at ordering anyone to do anything, but it was worth trying.
Chris and Tony stepped onto the farm ground after two of the other survivors to clear a path. The pair ahead of them quickly dispatched the remaining visible walkers. Baton at her side, Chris walked – stiffly, trying to disguise her pain – some few paces into the farm before motioning the others to follow. “We need to sweep the area, and close that gate. There could be lurkers inside.”
The vast farm included not only a farmhouse, but a barn, crops... multiple places for lurkers to hide and wait. Tony turned in slow circles, surveying all he could see. He spoke quietly, but just loud enough to be heard by the group. “As much as I don't want to... if we split up, we can get it all done faster...” He looked back at the others for their approval. Christina gave a firm nod.
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I saw nothing. >.>
“Thanks. Oh, but before we go, let's chuck these.”
Charlie considered the green and blue glow stick bracelets on her wrist. “Oh thank God,” she breathed, tearing the bracelets off and tossing them over her shoulder. “It's a cool system, but so out there.” Smiling at Ashley, she picked up her book and weaved back through the crowd to Willow. She explained the new game plan quickly and excused them both from the company of Willow's dance partner.
She took Willow's hand and waved for Ashley to follow, then jogged out of the bar and past a couple just outside.
She couldn't be more relieved to be out. The bar was certainly a nice place and the people weren't difficult to talk to, she even liked the bouncer – she was sure to wave at him on her way out – but it wasn't her, and she could almost feel everyone sizing her up. Still, she made a note to try it again some time. After all, she did make one friend. Charlie basked in the crisp evening air, breathing deep, until she realised how strange it must look to Ashley and the other two people outside.
Across the street from Mingle, the restaurant and take-away stood squished between two taller buildings, with a yellow backlit sign above the windows and red checker tablecloths on a grand total of three tables. The light from inside cast a bright yellow-tinted square on the pavement. Though she had never been there before, she couldn't help noticing it as Willow dragged her down the street towards the bar earlier that evening. She remembered the smell of Chinese flowing out of the building to meet her...
Her stomach growled.
“Aw, Charles, you made a friend!” Willow squealed behind her. Horrified, Charlie tugged her away from Ashley. “What's your name? How old--” Charlie clapped a hand over her friend's mouth and coughed as if to cover up the question. Willow continued to mumble behind her hand, hazel brown eyes alight with excitement.
“Will, this is Ashley, she's nineteen and her fashion choices are none of our business – I'm really sorry about that, by the way,” she added as an aside, still apologetic for her earlier behaviour, then continued. “Ashley, this is Willow, my best friend. She's part rabbit, I think.” At this, Willow instantly stopped bouncing and glared at her. Just barely suppressing a laugh – and grinning instead – Charlie let her go.
Willow huffed, but then she smiled and bowed her head to the girl. “It's very nice to meet you, Ashley,” she said, glancing between them. She adopted an overly sweetened voice, “Charlotte, you know I love you, so I'm gonna wait for you back in the bar. Come get me when you're done!” With that, she sped off back past the couple and Big Bob and into the bar before Charlie could open her mouth to protest.
“I don't know why I'm friends with her. Traitor.”
Charlie considered the green and blue glow stick bracelets on her wrist. “Oh thank God,” she breathed, tearing the bracelets off and tossing them over her shoulder. “It's a cool system, but so out there.” Smiling at Ashley, she picked up her book and weaved back through the crowd to Willow. She explained the new game plan quickly and excused them both from the company of Willow's dance partner.
She took Willow's hand and waved for Ashley to follow, then jogged out of the bar and past a couple just outside.
She couldn't be more relieved to be out. The bar was certainly a nice place and the people weren't difficult to talk to, she even liked the bouncer – she was sure to wave at him on her way out – but it wasn't her, and she could almost feel everyone sizing her up. Still, she made a note to try it again some time. After all, she did make one friend. Charlie basked in the crisp evening air, breathing deep, until she realised how strange it must look to Ashley and the other two people outside.
Across the street from Mingle, the restaurant and take-away stood squished between two taller buildings, with a yellow backlit sign above the windows and red checker tablecloths on a grand total of three tables. The light from inside cast a bright yellow-tinted square on the pavement. Though she had never been there before, she couldn't help noticing it as Willow dragged her down the street towards the bar earlier that evening. She remembered the smell of Chinese flowing out of the building to meet her...
Her stomach growled.
“Aw, Charles, you made a friend!” Willow squealed behind her. Horrified, Charlie tugged her away from Ashley. “What's your name? How old--” Charlie clapped a hand over her friend's mouth and coughed as if to cover up the question. Willow continued to mumble behind her hand, hazel brown eyes alight with excitement.
“Will, this is Ashley, she's nineteen and her fashion choices are none of our business – I'm really sorry about that, by the way,” she added as an aside, still apologetic for her earlier behaviour, then continued. “Ashley, this is Willow, my best friend. She's part rabbit, I think.” At this, Willow instantly stopped bouncing and glared at her. Just barely suppressing a laugh – and grinning instead – Charlie let her go.
Willow huffed, but then she smiled and bowed her head to the girl. “It's very nice to meet you, Ashley,” she said, glancing between them. She adopted an overly sweetened voice, “Charlotte, you know I love you, so I'm gonna wait for you back in the bar. Come get me when you're done!” With that, she sped off back past the couple and Big Bob and into the bar before Charlie could open her mouth to protest.
“I don't know why I'm friends with her. Traitor.”
This will surely be the end of our friendly neighbourhood heroes!
Rarity said Man that will make for a major plot twist and affect the rest of the role play!
How will anyone recover from such a shocking turn of events?
Rarity said Careful, I might make Lloyd a CatDog fanatic lol
Plot Twist: Lloyd loves cartoons, his room at the farmhouse is plastered in posters, including but not limited to CatDog.
Pausing when the blonde woman resisted her, Christina began to let go. Fear shot straight to her chest. “Sorry,” she whispered absent-mindedly. She wasn't about to force anyone along with her, neither was Tony, but she was reluctant to let this woman get stuck behind with the infected so close by. As soon as she turned back to Chris, they ran out of the town and immediately onto a dirt road. With the woman tethered to her, and the girl to Tony, she felt the tiniest bit more confident about their survival.
If she imagined the creatures were flames, she could bring herself back to before the outbreak, when she and her team coursed through burning apartment buildings. She developed a great deal of muscle and endurance as a firefighter, but her legs still ached from days spent running and avoiding sleep. She looked back at the group.
Eight. All alive. Keep them that way.
As soon as the girl looked uncomfortable, Tony moved away. He grasped the revolver tightly as the group began to slow down, nodding when the girl spoke to him. When they couldn't hear the undead any more, Chris slowed down and let go of the blonde. The moment she stopped running, the ache in her legs increased. Stumbling, she winced, until Tony's hands came to her side and supported her.
They came upon the cornfield as Christina's legs began to buckle. She wasn't sure if she liked the idea of a potentially overrun farm, but she knew she wouldn't last very much longer if they had to keep going on foot. Following Rena and the others at the back of the group, she struggled through the dense crops with Tony's help, acutely aware of their increased vulnerability inside the tall corn.
Behind them, something crept out of the corn; Chris leaned back on Tony and struck out with her baton three times before it finally fell. Along the trail of survivors, there were more shouts and sounds of fighting as they inched through the cornfield. After what seemed like hours, a message passed through the group. The fence was close, but so were the undead.
Chris and Tony stopped and listened; they couldn't see ahead of the seven other survivors. The conversation was their only means of learning how many undead lurked in the farm. “Okay long rangers up front. We need to pick some of these guys off before we venture any further into the property.”
Firing a rifle now would be just as dangerous as in the town, but Chris stood as straight as she could manage and pulled the rifle down to her hands. It never hurt to be safe. Tony started to protest, but she quietened him.
If she imagined the creatures were flames, she could bring herself back to before the outbreak, when she and her team coursed through burning apartment buildings. She developed a great deal of muscle and endurance as a firefighter, but her legs still ached from days spent running and avoiding sleep. She looked back at the group.
Eight. All alive. Keep them that way.
As soon as the girl looked uncomfortable, Tony moved away. He grasped the revolver tightly as the group began to slow down, nodding when the girl spoke to him. When they couldn't hear the undead any more, Chris slowed down and let go of the blonde. The moment she stopped running, the ache in her legs increased. Stumbling, she winced, until Tony's hands came to her side and supported her.
They came upon the cornfield as Christina's legs began to buckle. She wasn't sure if she liked the idea of a potentially overrun farm, but she knew she wouldn't last very much longer if they had to keep going on foot. Following Rena and the others at the back of the group, she struggled through the dense crops with Tony's help, acutely aware of their increased vulnerability inside the tall corn.
Behind them, something crept out of the corn; Chris leaned back on Tony and struck out with her baton three times before it finally fell. Along the trail of survivors, there were more shouts and sounds of fighting as they inched through the cornfield. After what seemed like hours, a message passed through the group. The fence was close, but so were the undead.
Chris and Tony stopped and listened; they couldn't see ahead of the seven other survivors. The conversation was their only means of learning how many undead lurked in the farm. “Okay long rangers up front. We need to pick some of these guys off before we venture any further into the property.”
Firing a rifle now would be just as dangerous as in the town, but Chris stood as straight as she could manage and pulled the rifle down to her hands. It never hurt to be safe. Tony started to protest, but she quietened him.
Silver Fox said Pffft epic xD I swear they need to find some sort of poster and rub it into my MC's faces.
They should find CatDog memorabilia all over the farm, in the stupidest places.
You did good, MC. Take a break and relax. We're not gonna march ahead without you, and we can always recap!
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