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Rest for the wicked; tag Rebecca, Tyler (invite only)
Topic Started: May 17 2012, 11:19 PM (715 Views)
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The sign Interstate 85 – to Atlanta was perhaps the most beautiful thing he had seen in a while as Leo finally crossed into Georgia. Sure, South Carolina had tons of entertainment but it had declined somewhat with the infection ravaging the world population and all. Either way a highway with the occasional abandoned car in the road was relatively clear. Four days had passed since he last sighted an infected host. Leo had seen so many that he would die rather happy if one never crossed his path again.

Rather the opposite of cool but good on gas the yellow scooter now used to drive slowly down the highway still had about a half a tank left. Of course scooters had the drawback of no storage space so once the scooter could no longer move it would be abandoned. Training dictated to travel with as little as possible. Particularly when alone the instinct to survive was stronger and if trained easier than in a group. Leo knew the same could be said of any of the possible survivors from the helicopter crash. If they any one else was alive that is.

Unlike others nighttime was preferable for travel. Compared to when the sun is out the human body’s level of fatigue was considerably lower. Naturally drawbacks included reduced senses and increased infected host activity. Though the same drawbacks affected them to an extent. The sun was not down yet, roughly 4pm the day light quickly faded beyond the horizon. Only two to three more hours before what little light the moon and stars offered became all there was to navigate with. On the plus side the interstate was not high off the ground. Only a three or four foot drop awaited him should a quick exit be needed.

Overall the weather wasn’t too horrible when the time of year was considered. On the other hand the humidity was just awful. The only clothes he had were worn, though his overshirt and vest were off to minimize sweat, were dirty. Being on a scoot the breeze felt at ten miles per hour didn’t do much to keep him cool. Even if only wearing a undershirt and pants the weight of supplies in his pack balanced the energy exerted. The only helmet he owned was on at the time for safety, even if the scooter was moving slow doctors were not as prevalent as they used to be. One small crash and the injury would end up far worse than it needed to be.

Over the horizon a small rest stop area had slowly gotten closer on the left side of the highway. Chances were there might be some infected that wondered about the place. If there were none or just a few it would make a good place to take a small rest. Maybe find some water to wash up. From a distance the parking lot seemed to be empty, which allowed Leo to slowly cruise into a parking space. Not one to take chances he suited up, the look easily recognized to someone still alive that a soldier would have, now complete. Axe rose slightly Leo gently pushed the door to the small rest stop open. A small food court laid on the left, bathrooms to the right, and no infected in sight. Carefully and quietly he closed the door behind him and waited to see if anything came around the corner.
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Rebecca had found the rest stop 5 days ago, after walking hours along the highway. After clearing out the few walkers it had made a pretty decent place. The large windows at the front had bars over them, although Rebecca didn't know if they'd last against a horde, and there was enough food to last for a while. She had been sleeping in the back room of the food court, curled up under a tarp.

Having just finished packing up, she was ready to leave in the morning, stuffing as many cans of food as she could fit, along with another lighter, pen, and small spiral bound notebook into her backpack.

She had been walking out from the washroom and over to the when she heard a car drive up. Peering around the corner, she saw the car park in the parking lot. Eyes widening, she drew her gun and loaded it. The car door started opening and she pressed her back to the wall out of sight.

I shouldn't have stayed here so long- it was just luck no one else came in here until now. Rebecca was a roamer, never staying in one place for more than a few days. This place was probably one of the best she had been at yet, so she had stayed here longer than usual.

The door opened, and Rebecca slowed down her breathing, staying as still as possible. Footsteps echoed through the building. Aiming her gun towards the entrance, she waited.
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Only the signs of decay and abandonment greeted Tyler’s eyes as his ford fiesta crawled along the roads, it had been a long journey to reach his destination. Entering into Georgia from West Virginia had taken everything he had and more. The amount of gas left in the car was demoralizing the engine was complaining from its lack of sustenance and the red light indicting this lost flashed furiously at Tyler’s face. Tyler was lounging in the car with only disappointment, resentment and fear dwelling within his heart, for the entire journey the only times he had left his car was to scavenge gas or supplies from nearby food stalls in some desperate hope to keep himself alive. Atlanta had been crafted into something symbolic like a utopia away from the hell, but finally entering this place instead of greeting him with a red carpet the only things that would meet his eyes as he drifted by was deserted cars, boarded up houses and silence. On the positive side however, the silence would mean the chances of an angry horde or walkers arriving to decimate him was much more unlikely.

“Come on old girl, it’s just a little further.” Tyler muttered through gritted teeth as he drummed the dashboard while giving the occasional glance out of the mirrors for any signs of life. Fatigue was creeping over his eyes as the glistening light of the fading sun scattered through the glass, it played upon his eyes, it illuminated his skin in its orange glow and dazzled his vision but Tyler didn’t really mind. The chances of crashing into anyone surviving would be a welcome change from the walkers that he had passed, the sound of those that were doomed and their screams for mercy still rang within his ears. Thoughts would drift back to the first little girl he had attempted to save, it was in the first few days of the outbreak and he had no knowledge of what a bite could do to a fragile little girl. That mistake had cost him people very close to his heart, it had cost him his parents as the girl was transformed into a murderous eating machine. Suddenly a deep rumbling from the machine snapped Tyler out of his hallucinations of the past. The car sputtered and the seat rumbled before the car let out one exhausted shriek before it collapsed and died. “Damn it! You pile of scrap, you call yourself a car!” Reaching up and holding his head in both hands he breathed in deeply as frustration clawed at his mind.

Grunting to himself, he dislodged the seatbelt that slithered back as if a snake uncoiling it’s self from his body, his eyes fell upon the tool belt in the passenger seat next to him. Within were the tools that were previously used to serve him in his craft as a carpenter, now they were the tools of survival. Taking the belt within his right hand, he removed the keys from the dead car and pushed the door open. The carpenter lifted himself from the chair and the full force of the breeze caught him for the first time that day, the sun had fried him alive within his car and the shirt he wore was drenched and stuck to him like his skin. The cooling breeze soothed him as it pushed his hair back as well as decreasing the amount of heat that had almost broken him. Grabbing the canteen from underneath the chair he gave it a small shake to survey how much water remained, the outcome was dismal. Only a few drops of water remained to quench his thirst and the breeze despite it being refreshing from the heat had a habit of pushing dry dust and grit into the air. “Well if I don’t get water, at least I won’t be a living meal for those dead bastards.” Despite the matter of being, dinner for some zombie wasn’t appealing the whole idea of death from dehydration wasn’t preferable.

Tyler shut the door and locked it however; he would double check that he had removed anything of value from the vehicle. Time to secure the basic provisions he would need had been extremely little, the only things he could retrieve was a few days food and water and some tools from the workshop, which he worked. Rationing had taken it’s toll on Tyler for he felt more tired than usual by the simple act of walking, each step felt like an extra weight being strapped onto his legs. Dragging himself along the road his mind consumed with thoughts about the hopelessness of the situation, and then salvation emerged from the distance. Some God out there had granted him a sign, a sign pointing to resting stop on the road. Relief swept over him as he staggered to a halt, if luck continued to favour him perhaps death wouldn‘t arrive so soon. All notion of fatigue had seemingly evaporated within his body as the jolt of happiness had released some kind of serotonin within his mind and if his throat had not been so parched he would of celebrated loudly which was probably for the best with the potential for walkers inside.

Ridgewood would enter the parking lot and find one yellow scooter parked, but no other cars or other vehicles were parked alongside it. Tyler would conclude either a person lived around here in an effort to barricade against the walking dead, or there was a person who lived inside the building who didn’t make it out in or was at least bitten. Unhooking the chisel in his right hand and rolling the wood handle within his grip, he took in a deep breath as the adrenaline began to take effect on his body. Tyler would crouch low and moved along the ground as quietly as he could, the tightly fastened objects upon his belt made little minimal sound as he crept along. Reaching the entrance Tyler would wheel himself around and peer through the keyhole, and the vision of a heavily armed man he seemed to have arrived on the area not long before he did. Ridgewood would reason that he must of missed him on the road or just far enough in front of him for him to not detect him sight or sound, or the possibility that he was holding up in this area like he had suspected on first approach. Straightening himself up and attempting to brush down the amount of dirt and grit that stained his clothing, Tyler would hold the door handle and grit his teeth. Opening the door and allow the orange light to flood into the rest stop he stood in the doorway and asked one simple question to the man before him. “Friend or foe?” The sound came out more dry than usual that Tyler almost didn’t recognise the voice belonging to him, the chisel gripped within his right hand was lifted in preparation ready to attack the man reacted with hostility.
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There was no response to his entrance. Not one to take chances he waited for a few minutes to see if anything reacted to the slight sound of the door being opened and then closed. An infected host would certainly have noticed, albeit clumsily, the slight sound of his presence. In the least the lack of reaction reduced the chance of one being in the rest stop. A person on the other hand could react several different ways. If hostile they would have shot already just by the look Leo portrayed. If scared they would hide and observe or wait for the chance to sneak away. Or there was the chance they would see his dress and expect to be helped.

Naturally there could be other possibilities but the situation warranted caution. The first scenario seemed unlikely as the element of surprised was severely reduced. The lack of vehicles in the parking lot suggested if someone was inside then the number was small. Trained eyes focused over at the bathrooms then to the food court and back again. Someone or something had been in the food court section recently. Two steps further into the hall and the reflection of a gun gleamed off a the glass case of a vending machine. Someone was in here but hadn’t taken action. The place was not terribly ideal for an ambush which made Leo think the person hid behind the wall out of fear.

Before he could call out to them the door he had just walked through opened. Lighting fast reflex’s turned his body 180 degrees while index finger gently pressed against the trigger of his P229. The red dot from his laser sight was now directly in the middle of the strangers forehead. Both eyes looked directly into the man’s who stood before him. “Neither yet” he answered calmly with no sound or sign of fear. “I’m not bitten and have no interest wasting a bullet. Yourself?” Soldiers were trained to kill and be weapons. Spies were different; they didn’t have the same shoot first mentality. What mattered was information.

As he waited for a reply Leo made no mention or action which suggested he knew someone else was there. If the other person and the newcomer were in league with each other he needed to play coy. If this all was truly just three strangers in the same place at the wrong or right time then it was necessary to see how it played out. It was a dangerous plan but a different touch needed to be taken. Should the hidden person truly be afraid he didn’t want to spook them.
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The intruder had not done anything, waiting in the entrance for a few minutes. Rebecca had stood there, not daring to move. Waiting to see what the intruder would do, she held her gun steady and tried not to act impulsively. She hadn't seen the person, although she could tell there was only one, not a child by the sound of their footsteps.

Rebecca peered around the corner, eyes glinting as another man entered. The first was heavily armed, carrying an axe and gun, the second carrying only a chisel. She waited to see what they would do, whether they were with each other. As they confronted each other the first man aimed a gun, laser on the other's forehead. It was a nice gun, way better than the old pistol she held. Damn raiders, She thought, longing for her old one, the one a raider had stolen.

She aimed the gun, finger on the trigger. Rebecca narrowed her eyes. She was inexplicably calmer now, with no trace of the faint nerves she had felt earlier. Almost emotionless, she considered firing but decided to wait and see what happened. If one of them killed the other it would be easy enough for her to kill him too. Then she would save herself a bullet. It's possible they're nice enough, she reminded herself.

As she waited, she took out her knife from the side pocket of the backpack as quietly as possible. Holding it by her side with one hand, she held up the gun with the other. Edging forward, the strap of her bag broke, bag bumping into the wall with a thud. Rebecca tensed, eyes widening as she dropped the knife and waited, finger pulling slightly against the trigger.
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Tyler’s eyes fell upon the man fully for the first time; the small keyhole only gave him the outline of his back. Ridgewood wondered if he had been too hasty in his action on alerting his presence to the man for he was equipped with much more higher quality of gear than he was. Where had a chisel in his hand the stranger had an axe, where he only a ragged shirt and trousers the other man was wearing clothing that would offer much more protection. Mistake or success Tyler assumed he had the drop on him as the chisel was raised ready to be slammed down into the throat, as he asked his question he expected the reaction of the man to turn around but not quiet as fast and practised as this man displayed. Before he could react by plunging down the blade of his weapon into the forehead of the man a handgun was pointing directly between his eyes, the red light bouncing of his forehead in an intimidating manner. Well, I’m in trouble I should of killed this guy when I had the chance. Tyler swallowed as his eyes met the other man’s, they were intimidating with no sign of fear and the only thing that seemed to be holding his trigger finger back was curiosity or the question he had posed before.

Seconds passed between the two as they looked at one another, but they felt more like years as Tyler felt his life hanging in the balance. Finally, the man would reply that he was neither, which was good enough for Tyler at this moment, mainly because if he had selected hostile he would be ending up in a body bag. This reassurance was followed with a brief summery of his position, the fact that he was not bitten nor had the desire to waste a bullet on him. Intended as an insult or not the carpenter would take this small slither of hope that both of them will be walking away alive with both hands. Finishing his words with an inquiry about himself, Tyler glanced around the building to see if this man was part of a group but from the angle in which he stood no signs of life was visible. “The names Tyler Ridgewood, I’m not bitten either and I really wouldn’t like to end my day with my brains decorating that wall.” Tyler flipped over the chisel within his hand so the blade was pointing away from the target hence rendering it useless and slowly put it back down to the tool belt around his waist. Despite the chisel having little threatening value on this heavily armed man, it was a show of peace if nothing else.

“Is that your scooter outside?” Tyler asked as he walked further into the room his eyes drifting to some of the bottled water underneath the counter to the food court, it was standing between a graveyard of empty bottles showing that life had indeed passed through. The carpenter didn’t trust the man who had just recently pointed at a gun at him but he was trying to re-establish a first impression, after all, he was the only living human he had seen for days. Tyler nodded to the water behind the counter as an intention to where he was going, if the man protested he would have stopped but if no protest were given, he would proceed to the water. Uncapping the refreshing liquid, he would take large gulps of the water down his throat clearing his thirst. Coughing at the sudden refreshing sensation, he would put it on the table and push it towards the stranger out of consideration if the strangers thirst needed refreshment. “Are you part of the milli--” Tyler was cut off from his question as a deep cacophony of sound rumbled from behind the wall.

Glancing at the direction that it had come from and then back at the heavily armed man, he nodded to him in a silent way of communicating that they were not alone. “One of yours?” Tyler whispered as he drew the chisel from his tool belt, the hands fastening once again on the wooden handle before taking cover behind one of the tables and upended it into makeshift cover, if the adversary went out guns blazing he was not going to be caught in the cross fire. “If you don’t want to shoot us come out with your weapons holstered, if you’re one of those zombies you can just stay right there!” Tyler called out, his body was pressed against the wooden depth of the table, if the bullets were to be shot from a competent firearm they would easily penetrate the wood but the force of the shot would be deadened and the accuracy may not be lethal by obscuring his body.

Waiting for the reaction of the mysterious source of the sound Tyler gritted his teeth; in his mind, he was hoping that he had not traded one potential death for another.
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With a flip of the chisel to a less aggressive stance Leo’s finger eased off of the trigger. Slowly the pistol was lowered away from the man’s head and down to his side. At the distance they were from each other the hand axe he held would be all that was needed to end the small stand off if need be. More preferable was the man’s answer, which provided some much needed civility to a precarious situation. It was the little things that one needed to take time to appreciate. The stranger, Tyler, was not bitten. Or so the man would say and Leo preferred to believe. No signs of the infection could be seen so even if Tyler had lied at least the man would not turn any time soon.

Even though his gun was lowered it was not placed back in its holster nor was the safety put back on. The hand axe in his other hand still remained firmly in his grip. After all Leo was aware of another life’s existence and could not rest easily until he knew what the situation was. “Not much to look at but it gets me down the road.” The tone of his voice was a bit friendlier now. Eyes which once showed a stern cold murderous intent eased to simply provide a natural stare, much like the small smile he allowed to show after the comment. For now he had no qualms about Tyler going further into the food court area. If anything it provided bait to see how the rest of the situation would unfold.

“I would find a way to….” It was too late to suggest that Tyler boil the water to kill any bacteria that might be in it. There was no telling how dirty the water was. With a small shake of his head he declined a sip of the water. Not that he wouldn’t mind a drink but he tended to not drink from random sources of water if he could help it. Before Leo could answer the question, of which seemed like an obvious one to ask when one considered his attire, the third person seemed to finally make a noise. Leo pointed his pistol back up but this time didn’t press down on the trigger enough for the laser to appear. There was no need for it. The hand which held his axe motioned the response of no back to Tyler. Then pointed at Tyler to suggest he asked the return of the question.

The process of a civilian negotiation was one which held amusement. Leo thought of the latter part of Tyler’s statement. “If it’s a zombie how exactly would it respond to your request” he thought as a small smirk crossed his lips. His eyes darted around the area to see if there was any glass which reflected any image that could be useful. Once it became apparent there was not Leo merely stood his ground and aimed true. “Again, I’d rather not waste a bullet. Best thing is to listen to what Tyler over there said.” The part about coming out of from behind the wall with any weapons holstered… not so much the zombie instruction. “Neither of us are bitten… as long as you aren’t I don’t see why we can’t be civil.” Leo didn’t want to announce he had been part of the government. While some people found solace in that others, particularly conspiracy theorist and crazed country survivalists tended not to.
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Rebecca listened to the two strangers, thinking. It was entirely possible she was screwed either way. Civil. She thought bitterly, When was the last time anyone's been civil around here?

Finally she decided to just listen- it would keep them from shooting her as fast, if she was lucky. Letting out a shaky breath she lowered the gun, but didn't put it in her holster. She let her bag drop to the floor. One of the straps, already torn from a previous incident, had completely broken and left the backpack swinging from it's remaining one.

Peering around the corner, she saw one of them pointing a gun at her. No emotion showed on her face as she stepped out into the hallway, clutching the gun at her side. She was wearing tattered and muddy jeans, with a equally tattered pale yellow t-shirt. Her hair was messy but clean, tied back from her face. A long scar on her left cheek went from underneath her eye and curved down her cheek to beside her mouth.

One of the men was behind a wooden table, and she watched him with mild interest. "I haven't been bitten," she said coldly, turning to the man holding the gun. "Could you point that damn thing away from me? I'm not wasting a bullet if I don't have to."

She wanted nothing more than to raise her gun, but had the sense to keep it at her side as she stood next to the wall, glaring at both of the strangers. "I'm Rebecca. You are?[/I]
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Seconds ticked by that dragged on like hours within Tyler’s mind, his heart was beginning to beginning to flow around his body once again. Twice in a row now, only a simple act of walking forward by himself or another individual would spell either a potential end or a beginning for him. The silence was broken as a small thud once again struck the ground confirming beyond any doubt that someone was behind that wall. Slowly the side of a female looking head twisted around the corner her eyes penetrated the room looking around the surroundings as assessing her situation. The woman walking out from behind the wall with her pistol lowered to her side followed this. The clothing upon her was tattered but still served their function adequately and she bore the marks of the outside world the most predominate one Tyler could survey was the long scar etching down the face of the woman.

Tyler watched as he felt the woman’s eyes fall upon him, the chisel was still tightly gripped within his hand just as a caution if the woman decided to go crazy and begin shooting. Her voice came as cold as ice to Tyler’s ears but the meaning was clear, she was not a hostile threat. Tyler stood up from the table and flicked the chisel again in a similar manner when offering peace to the heavily armed companion he had just met. “I’ll take your word for it.” Tyler stated as a reply still taking in the image of the woman as she turned her attention towards the other man and requested that he lower his firearm. “Why is it everyone I’m meeting today are having a standoff?” Tyler asked the two rhetorically as the chisel was slipped back into the belt. Tyler’s blue eyes watched the woman press up against the wall and at her fingers that seemed to be caught in the balance of reaching for the gun and begin shooting, but something held her back from this course of action.

Rebecca gave her name to Tyler and the stranger he still did not know, and Tyler did not look at the heavily armed companion in case it sent the wrong signal to this fragile situation. “The names Tyler Ridgewood.” The carpenter spoke in a calm voice although his heart was still racing, any second now this whole situation could go south and bullets will start flying. Tyler quickly followed the exchange of his name by adding a motive to give a reason why he was there and was not a threat to her wellbeing. “I’m just heading deeper into Atlanta, I’ve got family around here and my car ran out of gas, I just stumbled into this place for some supplies.” Tyler grabbed the empty canteen that was dangling at his waist and threw it in the centre of the three to confirm his story about the situation of his supplies reaching dangerous levels.
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Was it blind bravery or foolishness which he saw in the young woman that stepped out from behind the wall? The stare she gave both of them was the look of someone who didn’t fear death. A look very few people had before the viral outbreak. Yet such a young girl had attained something she never should have had in the first place. Leo sighed slightly after she finished with her sentence. “Jesus… your just a kid.” he thought. The shock of the situation was not one he wanted to deal with at the moment. Leo lowered his gun and placed it back in his thigh holster. The axe was collapsed and slid back into its place on his person.

“Are you that confident you would have gotten a shot off? If so the worlds a much sadder place that a kid like you would need such a skill.” Not one bit did he like the idea of a kid having to survive alone like this. Although Rebecca seemed younger than his own sister would have been the fearlessness she displayed reminded him of her. Were it not for Tyler’s attempt to diffuse the tension in the room things might have been more difficult. Leo unbuckled the strap on his helmet and attached it to his travelers pack. Then reached in and tossed the girl a single MRE. “Peace offering” he said with a calmer friendly tone of voice.

“Tyler… last I heard the situation in Atlanta was rough. That chisel might not do you much good.” A slight crack of his neck followed as Tyler grabbed the canteen. “You two can call me Leo and to answer your previous question I’m not with the military. Used to be but not much of one left these days.” Leo moved over to a small stool that had been knocked over and stood it up to sit on. Slowly the straps from his pack came down and the bag was placed on the ground. “How have you two survived this long… especially you Rebecca?”
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Leo seemed shocked, holstering the gun and collapsing the axe. Rebecca didn't have a clue what was going through his mind, although she assumed he hadn't expected to see someone like her. The other one, Tyler, tried to ease the tension as he put away the chisel and explained how he had found the rest stop.

Probably, unless you shot me first. There are people that would kill you for nothing more than a bottle of Advil. My dad taught me how to shoot after the outbreak. Thought I was a natural. Rebecca shrugged, smiling slightly in reply to Leo's comment. He tossed her an MRE and she caught it easily, examining it for a moment. "Thanks! Do either of you want something to eat or drink? There's quite a bit of food that hasn't gone bad yet. Some bottled water, too."

"I second Leo," She mentioned indifferently, I've been in there quite a few times, and it's completely overrun. There's thousands out there and it's pretty hard to survive.

She took a step back and ducked behind the hallway to grab her bag. Taking the MRE out of her pocket, she stuffed it in and took out a can of soup, retrieving her knife as well. Leaning back against she wall, she tossed the bag by her feet. "Let's see... I traveled around with my dad for a while. He taught me most of what I needed to know. Then he died a few months ago- not sure how many. Since then I've moved around, staying in a place for only a night or two. Been all over and ran into some not-so-friendly people" -She gestured to the scar on her face- "but somehow I've managed to get by. Mostly I try to stay out of the way from walkers and people. What about you guys?
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Tyler felt a rush of relief wash over him as the two weapons were disarmed and lowered saftley, it seemed that the situation would not divulge into some desperate shootout after all. Tyler would listen into the small conversation between the two and the peace offering that was made in the shape of the MRE. “I didn’t get a peace offering..” Tyler muttered to himself as his eyes rolled away from the two but they seemingly ignored his response and carried on. Tyler blinked for a moment when the soldier was done making his own analyses of the situation and insults his chisel; Tyler gave a small chuckle and replied. “Not all of us can be a walking armoury my friend, besides it’s quick, easy to use and is quiet it’s not as loud as say shooting and pointing guns at everyone you meet.” Walking out from behind the table Tyler returned to the half-empty bottle of water as the young lady had made the offer. “Don’t mind if I do,” the carpenter replied as he took the bottle of water that the soldier had rejected and took another large gulp.

Tyler listened to the girl give an indifferent self analyses of the situation down in Atlanta, deep down inside it made Ridgewood angry. In Atlanta his brother still resided he knew it, and to have that hope crippled by two people he had just met and would have likely killed him if the situation had demanded it. “Thanks for the vote of confidence you two, but I have nothing else to live for. I’m going to Atlanta naked if I have to and no one dead or alive is going to persuade me otherwise.” Tyler took another drink of the refreshing liquid as the young girl began to tell her story. After she had finished Ridgewood felt a great weight drop within his stomach at the story, it was during his travels he had concocted a foolhardy notion that Atlanta had been safe that other places around the world had managed to hold out against the apocalypse. The truth seemed to be becoming more, more clearly however, nowhere was safe, and people were falling around the world and not to just too simplify hands.

“Well I used to own a workshop up in West Virginia, Charleston. My folks and I held out there and we took in a small girl, she had been bitten but at the time, we did not know what that would mean. Needless to say, the inevitable happened and my family…” Tyler trailed off for a second as he felt a burning within his chest with the familiar sensation of grief rushing down his body. Draining the rest of the water Tyler cleared his throat and carried on. “My family didn’t make it, those zombies out there are resilient bastards; I had push that zombies head first onto a belt sander to finally make it stop. Either way the workshop eventually became overrun and I had to flee to my car, I’ve been scavenging gas, food and water and dodging the most heavily populated roads even though it would mean taking a longer route. Now here I am, I have no idea how long I’ve been driving, so what about you Leo? Surviving must have been a breeze for you seeing as you’re a small tank.” Tyler asked as he looked up and down Leo in all of his armour and weaponry.
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A small laugh followed Tyler’s comment. The thought of being a walking armory was one which hadn’t crossed his mind. In actuality compared to the way things used to be the equipment he had so far was the bare minimum. “Quiets good, it’s why I have this” he pointed to the collapsible hand axe. “A gun has its advantages though. Mostly gives people a second thought about attacking. Other than that I try not to use it often. Or this one” he then pointed to the assault rifle on his back that hung from a strap over his shoulder.

“If there are any snickers bars I’ll take some.” Odd as it may sound snickers were excellent for sources of energy. Chocolate for instant energy and peanuts for protean. He used to carry one on every mission and already burned through the ones found so far. When Rebecca said Atlanta had been completely overrun it was news to him. Last he heard the situation was bad but still manageable. The word overrun was terrible to hear. It would make his reason for going there even more difficult. “Don’t mean to insult ya. Just wanted to give you a warning. First Ive heard of Atlanta being overrun myself.”

Leo listened intently to the stories of the two civilians. They were what he expected to hear for the most part. Things were different from his perspective so it was always good to be reminded of what the struggle was for. Particularly the fact that everything the country had built to protect people like Rebecca and Tyler failed them. “I’m sorry for both of your losses. Those aren’t easy situations to live through.” The instinct to survive was base and intense at the core. How people could simply will themselves to live through a world that they were in now was impressive. On some level Leo was at least trained to deal with bad situations. “You two deserve a good amount of credit.” His head turned to Tyler and then smiled “If you need go down to Atlanta then you need to. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do right?”

When it was his turn he hunched slightly on the stool and exhaled slightly. “Easy… maybe. At first we were deployed to hot zones to try and evacuate citizens. Nothing like a horde of infected to show you how useless bullets are. Anyway the more cities we lost the more we pulled back. Supplies began to run low, more and more died. That was what the north east was like. Imagine a warzone but no matter what you did everyone still died. When I left there were still some bunkers in the DC metro area that held out. Now I’m on my way to Atlanta to rendezvous with some specialists.” Details were something you learn to manipulate when you talked about a mission. Leaving too much of the truth exposed led to becoming exposed. Making every word a lie makes it more difficult to believe. A mixture of the two was the best way to go, always.

“Oh, and before anyone asks I lost contact with DC a while ago so I’m out of the loop as to what they have planned. If you two are looking for safe places I would try Fort Benning. Haven’t been there but it’s the closest compound around here. Might still be safe.” This had been one of the longest conversations Leo had in a while. It was nice to relax somewhat before heading head first into a rather foolish situation.
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Rebecca nodded. "I have a crowbar as well as the gun. I don't really use the gun much, although it's come in handy at times. She turned to Leo. "Snickers? Yeah, I think there's some in the back. There should be a few, at least. Tyler, you want anything?" She stood up straighter, smiling. "If either of you want something to eat right now, feel free. I'm leaving tomorrow, and there's going to be a lot of stuff I don't need.

Tyler took the bottle of water, and Rebecca listened to his comment, shrugging. "You go do what you have to do. I'm just letting you know. Good luck finding them." Leo mentioned his surprise that Atlanta was overrun, not having heard it before. "Yeah... I was there for a while last week. There still are survivors, but it's nothing like the groups from a while back. The walkers have the run of the place now."

She gazed outside as Tyler and Leo explained how they survived. Listening carefully, Rebecca tried to analyze their stories, looking for any sort of dishonesty. Something about the way Leo explained it seemed off, but she dismissed it as her imagination. Shaking her head, she looked back at them and tried to focus on something else. "So, are you two planning on staying here for long? Feel free to look around- make yourself at home. It seems pretty well barricaded for now, at least."
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Tyler listened intently to Leo’s explanation; the fact that he was from some kind of military seemed to hold promise that there might be a plan in motion to counteract the apocalypse. After Leo was finished with his explanation, a great weight dropped like a stone within the depths of Tyler’s stomach. In his road trip through the wasteland of the walking dead, he had seen remnants of what seemed to be hastily fortified areas, some even with the big guns that could rip apart armies of these ghouls in a matter of seconds. Tyler was stilled shocked to hear that a truly entrenched military could still be overrun by the hordes. “Specialists?, I may not know much about the military but who out there could possibly be a specialist in dealing with those dead bastards out there?” Ridgewood asked Leo, it wasn’t a question made out of anger or dismay but one of curiosity. If some unit or group out there knew how to defeat these people and better yet if they were in Atlanta the chance of survivors may increase further, if the statement about the whole place being overrun was true.

After Tyler asked his question he edged around the counter and made his way around the scattered tables of the area, he was heading to the window to check what the outside looked like. Rebecca would make an inquiry on how long they planned to stay before departing. Before answering Tyler looked outside of the window and at the fading orange light in the distance, he suspected that it would be roughly an hour or less until the sun was fully submerged in the darkness. The pale orange light was growing dimmer by the minute and the room was becoming affected by this by increasingly growing darker as a knock on effect. “Call me insane, but for some reason I don’t like the idea of stumbling around in the dark looking for gas, all the while one of those zombies could sneak up on me. If you don’t mind I would like to take the night here, is that alright with you?” Tyler asked as he tore his head away from the window and looked over to the two companions he had met, due to the nature of the question he was focusing more so on Rebecca after all if this world followed the rules of finders keepers, this was technically her safe house.

Despite the rocky start he had grown to like these two, he didn’t fully trust them after all his first meeting with the soldier was to have a gun pointing between his eyes. Rebecca he had all but known for a perhaps more than ten to fifteen minutes. On the other hand, the offer of free water and food had sweetened the deal and made up for a lot of lost ground.
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