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Post by Rott on Dec 9, 2014 0:20:45 GMT -5
Marian wiped the sweat off her brow, lifting her baseball cap off her head to air it out. She huffed, exhausted. Her mother sat on the porch, attempting to win a game of solitaire. Mary was happy her mother found pleasure in cards, for not much kept her occupied. Standing up, she dusted off her caprices. "Mom, I'm going off on a ride."
Presley stared at her daughter for a few seconds, processing. Then she waved, grumbling something under her breath. Marian only owned two horses, and she was happy that's all she owned. Two horses ate twice as much as her cattle, she couldn't afford another. Climbing atop her steed, Buster was his name, she trotted off around her perimeter. She slowed him to a walk, climbing off every so often to patch up whatever had come undone. She felt pretty secure with her double lined fencing, but she would soon go over to the Moore's stead and roll up their bob-wire to take home.
Mary and Buster lumbered on, their ride quickening after she felt the sun go down. She only let the cows out into a pasture that she was sure was heavily reinforced, with no walkers around. Every walker to have passed her, she had known. Every face, every chilling moan they uttered, they were familiar to her in every way. And she would never forget any of them, especially the ones who had died by her hand. She, in a way, was thankful her dad had never been subjected to this horrific time. As the sun began to set, she quickened her pace.
She was nearly done, when she heard the guttural growl of what she had come to know as the walkers. She grabbed her baseball bat from its spot on the saddle, and had it ready.The walker was caught on her fence, just barely, faced away from her. She quietly hopped off her horse, inching towards the woman. Without warning, she struck the walker in the head as hard as she could three times. She felt blood splatter onto her face by the second swing, but one could never be to sure. Wiping her face, she sighed, shoving the corpse away from her fence. "Oh, god." Have mercy on me.
She covered her face with her hands, mourning the deed she had just done. Before she could stop them, an overwhelming burst of desperation flowered in her chest. She cried, lost and scared. She had these episodes often, especially after killing a walker. She slumped into a crouch, her body racking with sobs. Why her? Why have an apocalypse now? Why couldn't have been after her, and her children had grown old and died? Why did she have to face this horror?
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Post by Elletnah on Dec 15, 2014 3:02:33 GMT -5
Jasper had left his car at the road. He was going from house to house looking for survivors or family, though considering it had been almost four months since he arrived in Texas and still found no trace of his illusive family he figured he would never find them. The woods were quiet, He heard the odd moan from a roamer but he left them be, didn't want to draw attention to himself by taking out a roamer. Besides the odd dead person it was quiet here, he was sure it was quiet back home too but he felt no need to stay, everything that gave him a reason too was dead and he figured he could start a new life here, finding his family was becoming a distant dream and all he really wanted was to find a group to settle with so that he could get a decent nights sleep without having to worry about what was going to happen while he rested. He heard a small commotion coming from his right and he crept closer drawing his machete from its sheath. As he neared the tree line he saw a roamer in a heap by a fence, its head smashed in and a girl, slouched on the ground. He was begining to think she was dead too until he saw her moving, it looked like sobbing. He had never seen a person react to killing one of those things that way before, either that or she was already dead and she was getting ready to stand up and ramble on to her next victim, probably the poor horse standing nearby. Holding his machete in his dominant hand Jasper approached the fence with caution eyeing the bludgeoned roamer like it might rear up and strike at any moment. The girl had brown almost auburn hair and it was pulled back, she didn't look like it had bit her. Just that she was racked with guilt, probably over having to kill the thing at his feet, did she know it he wondered. "Did it bite you?" He questioned to the crying girl. He thought of the medical supplies in his bag in his left hand but he knew there was nothing that could be done for a roamer bite, he had seen it enough times at the hospital. Clothing: Jasper
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Post by Rott on Dec 19, 2014 0:17:36 GMT -5
(Oh man this is short and gross but I'm sick and finals and bleh, have mercy on me) Mary didn't believe what she heard at first. When she looked up, on the other side of the fence was a man. She nearly screamed, but held her voice back. She stood to her feet quickly, bat in hand. She realized he had asked her a question. "N-no, no I haven't been bitten. Who are you?" She said with a ghost of a smile. The loneliness she had been feeling over the last five months was evaporating with the presence of this man. She dropped her bat. "Oh..my god you're..you're alive!" She could have jumped with joy.
She looked over him. He looked almost like a runaway teen with that bag on his back. "Do you need a place to stay? Food? We have plenty of room at the house." She emphasized. "Your more than welcome." She said quietly. She knew she was rambling, but she couldn't bring herself to care. "I just..I can believe you're alive...an actual person right in front of me!"
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Post by Jasper Adler on Dec 20, 2014 1:33:01 GMT -5
Jasper quickly stepped back from the fence when the girl advanced at him. "My name is Jasper, I hear a commotion came to investigate." He stated. Jasper laughed at her exclamation, "Yeah last time I checked I was still alive." he said giving her a crooked smile. It was almost comically how excited she was to see another living person. He wondered how long it had been since she had seen another person let alone talk to them. "I have food and I have been sleeping in this mini van for the past few weeks." Jasper said scratching his head embarassed. "You have a house? It hasn't been over run? Are you sure? I mean you literally just met me, and know nothing about me except my name." Jasper exclaimed a little skeptical. She could be psycho or something. After the last guy her was a little leery to strangers, even if they are fairly decent looking women.
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Post by Rott on Dec 20, 2014 11:44:45 GMT -5
Marian smiled wider at his joking tone. "No, our house hasn't been overrun by the..those things." She said a little bit more somber. The sun was getting lower in the sky, sending orange and yellow hues across the land. "We live in a world were people should help each other, now more than ever.." she paused, reaching over to grab hold of Buster's reins. This stranger seemed to have good advice. She looked him over, with more interest this time. He didn't look like a criminal. Just a tired man, who's had it rough. The least she could do for him with offer what ever she had.
"I have more than enough, so I'm more than willing to share." She smiled warmly again. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to climb over the fence so that they could skip off to her house in their own merry way. She stopped her childish imagination, suddenly realizing she had been awfully rude. "Oh! And, my name is Marian." She held out her hand, waiting for him to shake it.
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Post by Jasper Adler on Dec 25, 2014 2:06:12 GMT -5
Jasper smiled and gently set his dufflebag and shotgun holster on the other side of the fence before just tossing his pack to the other side. He then jumped over himself. "Its nice to know there are still good people around. After the last six months I have had." He said dusting dirt off his pants. "Its nice to meet you Marian!" Jasper said grasping her hand. "Shall we split this popsicle stand?" He asked after putting his pack back on and picking up his things off the ground. She seemed rather friendly and the horse was a little skittish but he didn't blame the creature, roamers made him nervous as well.
{[Sorry I was at a loss.]}
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