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Farren North – Methodist Hospital – Buck/John/Victoria
Farren blinked a few times in surprise at John’s whisper, as she’d already told him she and Buck were just friends. “I watch everyone,” she whispered back quietly, shifting the heavy child in her hands. The weight of her words came from too many people trying her trust and losing it. She was watching Buck. And John. And anyone else. She had to for Dean.
And with that her smooth expression turned from his deep eyes and moved to the redhead, following her like John said. The girl led them to a room on the second floor, but only unlocked one door. Farren looked confused until she offered to roll in another bed. Farren blushed slightly and smiled, shaking her head. “I’m sorry hon, I just met Buck tonight. We’re friends. And not those kind of friends,” she chuckled, smirking over at Buck. But it looked like her new friend was still agitated by their welcome and questioned the girl about John. Farren rolled her eyes and just decided this room would be hers and her sons. “Goodnight!” she interjected at the two before shutting the door behind her. The click of it woke Dean who began crying. Tired tears sprung to Farren’s own eyes as she bounced him around, whispering ‘shhh’ to mellow his cries, but he continued. She was at a point she was so tired all she had were tears, so she just brought him up on the bed with her, dropping the bag nearby, and cuddled up to him. They cried together until passing out, Farren barely able to feel her arms and legs.
Farren blinked a few times in surprise at John’s whisper, as she’d already told him she and Buck were just friends. “I watch everyone,” she whispered back quietly, shifting the heavy child in her hands. The weight of her words came from too many people trying her trust and losing it. She was watching Buck. And John. And anyone else. She had to for Dean.
And with that her smooth expression turned from his deep eyes and moved to the redhead, following her like John said. The girl led them to a room on the second floor, but only unlocked one door. Farren looked confused until she offered to roll in another bed. Farren blushed slightly and smiled, shaking her head. “I’m sorry hon, I just met Buck tonight. We’re friends. And not those kind of friends,” she chuckled, smirking over at Buck. But it looked like her new friend was still agitated by their welcome and questioned the girl about John. Farren rolled her eyes and just decided this room would be hers and her sons. “Goodnight!” she interjected at the two before shutting the door behind her. The click of it woke Dean who began crying. Tired tears sprung to Farren’s own eyes as she bounced him around, whispering ‘shhh’ to mellow his cries, but he continued. She was at a point she was so tired all she had were tears, so she just brought him up on the bed with her, dropping the bag nearby, and cuddled up to him. They cried together until passing out, Farren barely able to feel her arms and legs.
Bumping a slow OOC
Farren North – Methodist Hospital – Buck/John/Victoria
Farren looked a bit skeptically at the man. If he’d not met any other survivors, how did he know most survivors might not be on the up and up? Why wouldn’t he assume they were good people in the first place? She chewed her bottom lip, trying to truly understand the man’s position, but she couldn’t see what big risk he might be taking against a woman with a kid and a man with hammer, against the man’s gun.
Her eyes moved to the walkie talkie he held, calling a girl named Victoria and saying there were survivors. “I need my bag… and I really wouldn’t like to be far from Buck. No offense but he greeted me with a lot more warmth and risked his life for my son and me.” Farren moved to take the bag off John’s shoulder, putting it over her own and shifting uncomfortably and making Dean start to whine a little before she bounced him several times til he fell back asleep. She sighed heavily, rubbing her eyes and listening as their host introduced himself and explained one of his people he knew had died. She simply nodded, understanding.
Soon, a red headed girl came down, who looked like she was upset despite her smile. Farren mentally labelled her younger than her age, perhaps 15, and managed a small tired smile. “Hi,” Farren said softly back. Farren turned back to John though, hearing the tone of Buck’s voice getting frustrated. Okay, time to smooth everything with common sense. “I’m sorry John,” the woman said wearily. “But it’s the middle of the night. I think any questions and motivations or whatever ya’ll are looking for can wait til morning right? Lock us in a room with a bathroom if it makes you feel safe. But please know, there’s nothing to worry about from us. We just wanted to find refuge. And other welcoming survivors,” she added, a little smirk on her lips.
Farren looked a bit skeptically at the man. If he’d not met any other survivors, how did he know most survivors might not be on the up and up? Why wouldn’t he assume they were good people in the first place? She chewed her bottom lip, trying to truly understand the man’s position, but she couldn’t see what big risk he might be taking against a woman with a kid and a man with hammer, against the man’s gun.
Her eyes moved to the walkie talkie he held, calling a girl named Victoria and saying there were survivors. “I need my bag… and I really wouldn’t like to be far from Buck. No offense but he greeted me with a lot more warmth and risked his life for my son and me.” Farren moved to take the bag off John’s shoulder, putting it over her own and shifting uncomfortably and making Dean start to whine a little before she bounced him several times til he fell back asleep. She sighed heavily, rubbing her eyes and listening as their host introduced himself and explained one of his people he knew had died. She simply nodded, understanding.
Soon, a red headed girl came down, who looked like she was upset despite her smile. Farren mentally labelled her younger than her age, perhaps 15, and managed a small tired smile. “Hi,” Farren said softly back. Farren turned back to John though, hearing the tone of Buck’s voice getting frustrated. Okay, time to smooth everything with common sense. “I’m sorry John,” the woman said wearily. “But it’s the middle of the night. I think any questions and motivations or whatever ya’ll are looking for can wait til morning right? Lock us in a room with a bathroom if it makes you feel safe. But please know, there’s nothing to worry about from us. We just wanted to find refuge. And other welcoming survivors,” she added, a little smirk on her lips.
Farren’s heart jumped up in her throat as she saw a man walking up to the doors. She could still hear the moans of the undead behind them and she knew, no matter who this man was and what he’d done, he could be the key to their salvation at that moment. She held onto Dean a little tighter when she spotted his gun, and being shoved inside the building didn’t help either. She stood a little closer to Buck, feeing safer with the man who wasn’t pointing a gun at her, and fear shone out in her eyes. Farren swallowed hard, moving down the hallway that the man pointed them to, looking between him and Buck as he asked for weapons. Buck still had her bag, and it contained her knife. Luckily, she had her small hand gun tucked into the back of her jeans, but it had no bullets anyway. It was mainly just to threat if her or Dean’s life came down to it.
She let Buck do the talking for now, just holding her son close while he set down the hammer and asked the guy to stop pointing the gun at her and Dean. She was liking Buck more by the minute. It was sad there weren’t more decent people around to admire in this world left. She watched and waited silently, eyes continually moving and looking around or at the two men, or at the gun. “Thank you for letting us in,” she said quietly. She was surprised they were the only survivors he’d met… had he not left this place at all? Or was everyone else in the town dead? She shuddered at the thought, stirring Dean whose head moved to the other side with a sigh, still asleep.
“I’m Farren… this is Dean, and my friend Buck. Does this hospital have any clean beds to sleep in?” she asked, knees visibly shaking even if it was slight, speaking while only half of her body was visible to the man they’d stumbled upon, thanks to Buck.
She let Buck do the talking for now, just holding her son close while he set down the hammer and asked the guy to stop pointing the gun at her and Dean. She was liking Buck more by the minute. It was sad there weren’t more decent people around to admire in this world left. She watched and waited silently, eyes continually moving and looking around or at the two men, or at the gun. “Thank you for letting us in,” she said quietly. She was surprised they were the only survivors he’d met… had he not left this place at all? Or was everyone else in the town dead? She shuddered at the thought, stirring Dean whose head moved to the other side with a sigh, still asleep.
“I’m Farren… this is Dean, and my friend Buck. Does this hospital have any clean beds to sleep in?” she asked, knees visibly shaking even if it was slight, speaking while only half of her body was visible to the man they’d stumbled upon, thanks to Buck.
Farren – Outside Methodist Emergency Medical Center – Buck
Farren would periodically glance at Buck, surprised he was keeping her pace and not pushing her faster. She hadn’t met many good people since all this had happened. Most were impatient, looking out for themselves, or just plain sadistic and manipulative. In fact Buck was probably the first she’d met who she genuinely believed wasn’t looking to gain something from her or her son in exchange for added protection. She could almost relax her shoulders at the feeling of having an ally, at least for now, if it weren’t for her struggle to keep Dean cradled and not slipping down.
The boy went back to sleep during their walk, watching Buck without expression until his eyes faded closed once more. Farren could thank her lucky stars for that. If he didn’t sleep at night, it meant more naps during the day. Naps they couldn’t always afford.
Farren breathed a sigh of relief as they approached the building, realizing now it was a hospital as Buck read off the sign. “Maybe they never meant to turn them on in the first place. I have no idea,” Farren shrugged, readjusting Dean for the umpteenth time as they approached the doors. In the distance, not so far distance at that, she could hear more walkers, causing a shiver to run up her spine.
“Um, I think we should just knock. If someone is inside, they probably wouldn’t appreciate us breaking the doors,” Farren smirked before using her fist to rap loudly on the glass. A warbled echoing thud resounded from it to the inside as she looked to Buck, hoping whomever they might encounter would be just as friendly.
Farren would periodically glance at Buck, surprised he was keeping her pace and not pushing her faster. She hadn’t met many good people since all this had happened. Most were impatient, looking out for themselves, or just plain sadistic and manipulative. In fact Buck was probably the first she’d met who she genuinely believed wasn’t looking to gain something from her or her son in exchange for added protection. She could almost relax her shoulders at the feeling of having an ally, at least for now, if it weren’t for her struggle to keep Dean cradled and not slipping down.
The boy went back to sleep during their walk, watching Buck without expression until his eyes faded closed once more. Farren could thank her lucky stars for that. If he didn’t sleep at night, it meant more naps during the day. Naps they couldn’t always afford.
Farren breathed a sigh of relief as they approached the building, realizing now it was a hospital as Buck read off the sign. “Maybe they never meant to turn them on in the first place. I have no idea,” Farren shrugged, readjusting Dean for the umpteenth time as they approached the doors. In the distance, not so far distance at that, she could hear more walkers, causing a shiver to run up her spine.
“Um, I think we should just knock. If someone is inside, they probably wouldn’t appreciate us breaking the doors,” Farren smirked before using her fist to rap loudly on the glass. A warbled echoing thud resounded from it to the inside as she looked to Buck, hoping whomever they might encounter would be just as friendly.
I'm pretty sure there was time between that and them arriving, but I'm talking to QT about it before I make my post.
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