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sixwordstories2015-01-22 07:25 am
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[Cornered in a pharmacy, gun raised]
[It's probably not the best idea, using guns here where they'll likely call more Walkers to them, but Carl doesn't have anything else and his dad is in danger--
So he just aims and shoots because it's what needs to be done.]
So he just aims and shoots because it's what needs to be done.]
Rick isn't alone in the pharmacy, and Daryl went along with him for the run. He was busy stuffing what little supplies that weren't picked clean from the shelves into a backpack. It's when he hears the sound of some walkers coming from another part of the pharmacy that he grabs hold of his knife, and he goes to make his way towards them.
The last thing he needs is to get bit, but little does they have someone cornered. He knew Rick was there, but he lost track of their leader.
With his knife in hand, Daryl slowly creeps towards the walkers, and once he's in range he goes to plunge the blade into the top of the head of a walker in bib overalls. And now with the element of surprise gone, the walkers begin to turn on him.
"You ought to have some room to move!" Daryl shouts out when he catches a glance of Rick, as he begins to struggle with the other walker. "Thought we had this place all cleared!" He growls.
The last thing he needs is to get bit, but little does they have someone cornered. He knew Rick was there, but he lost track of their leader.
With his knife in hand, Daryl slowly creeps towards the walkers, and once he's in range he goes to plunge the blade into the top of the head of a walker in bib overalls. And now with the element of surprise gone, the walkers begin to turn on him.
"You ought to have some room to move!" Daryl shouts out when he catches a glance of Rick, as he begins to struggle with the other walker. "Thought we had this place all cleared!" He growls.
[ Sherry barged through the door slamming it shut before the walker she had run from could enter... Turning she saw him. ]
Whoah easy there, not one of those things. [ The human looking B.O.W. raised her hands to show she wasn't a threat, well okay not to him, she wasn't going to kill off a human, not when they were actually better conversationalists than the damned. ]
Whoah easy there, not one of those things. [ The human looking B.O.W. raised her hands to show she wasn't a threat, well okay not to him, she wasn't going to kill off a human, not when they were actually better conversationalists than the damned. ]
Josh had hidden the moment he heard the car engine, justifiably wary of being seen by strangers at this point. He doesn't have much, but it's more than enough to be worth stealing, so he'd watched from cover as the man got out and went into the pharmacy after a quick look up and down the apparently deserted street. He'd figured on just staying where he was, out of sight, until the guy figured out the place was already picked over--Josh had found a bottle of expired aspirin rolled under a shelf and some tampons which he'd taken for bandaging before giving up himself--and left.
Unfortunately, the car engine seems to have caught a few shamblers' attention, as had the sound of the door opening, and he watches in horrified sympathy as first one, then three, then finally five make their way through the door at a disturbingly good clip. Shit. If it had just been one he'd have felt justified in leaving the guy on his own, and even two he might have been able to see his way clear to leaving the guy to deal with, but five-
He's not wasting bullets on them and he stuffs his gun into the shoulder paddle concealed by his jacket and pulls the seven inch ka-bar from his belt instead as he darts across the empty street and through the door. He catches the last straggler from behind with a clean shot right through the back of its already rotted out skull, but the rest have already headed for their target.
Unfortunately, the car engine seems to have caught a few shamblers' attention, as had the sound of the door opening, and he watches in horrified sympathy as first one, then three, then finally five make their way through the door at a disturbingly good clip. Shit. If it had just been one he'd have felt justified in leaving the guy on his own, and even two he might have been able to see his way clear to leaving the guy to deal with, but five-
He's not wasting bullets on them and he stuffs his gun into the shoulder paddle concealed by his jacket and pulls the seven inch ka-bar from his belt instead as he darts across the empty street and through the door. He catches the last straggler from behind with a clean shot right through the back of its already rotted out skull, but the rest have already headed for their target.
[It was risky - going into the pharmacy to see what they could scavenge. But the group was low on supplies and they had to spread out to try and grab what they could before the walkers started closing in.
They came up on him fast, a room full of the damned things slumped in the back room all pushing to their feet when they caught scent of him. He shouldn't waste the bullets, but it's too close to use a knife.
The gunfire leaves his ears ringing, but when it's all said and done, they're standing and the dead have fallen. That's all that matters.] Come on, we need to get moving before the sound calls more of them.
They came up on him fast, a room full of the damned things slumped in the back room all pushing to their feet when they caught scent of him. He shouldn't waste the bullets, but it's too close to use a knife.
The gunfire leaves his ears ringing, but when it's all said and done, they're standing and the dead have fallen. That's all that matters.] Come on, we need to get moving before the sound calls more of them.
"Yeah, so did I." One gunshot before he shifts to his knife. Catch, stab, pull the knife free and repeat. Quick and sure movements, keeping clear of the snapping of teeth. Bullets were a rare commodity anymore and he can't afford to waste a single shot. "Back way wasn't as clear as we thought. Whole herd of em piling through the exit. Head for the front, we're gonna have to run for it."
And with any luck, the little exit would keep them bottlenecked long enough that he and Daryl could get free and back to the group.
And with any luck, the little exit would keep them bottlenecked long enough that he and Daryl could get free and back to the group.
Keep your hands where I can see them. [Sometimes humans were more dangerous than the dead and Rick sure as hell wasn't going to let his guard down.] How many of them are out there?
The pharmacy was their last stop on the way out of town. Most of them were picked clean, but there was always the hope that they'd find a few things they could salvage. Even the most unlikely things proved useful, but this one had nothing but empty shelves, dumped boxes and damned little else.
Rick had sent Daryl to check the next store with the others. It was risky on his own, but he had to at least check the back. Sometimes in the locked cases he could find antibiotics, pain medicine, the things they really needed and never seemed to have.
One Walker was bad enough. When it's hisses drew in four more, Rick knew he had to beat a hasty retreat. One or two you take on, more than that, you haul ass. The dead could swarm dangerously fast if you weren't careful. But with the back door barricaded, he doesn't have much choice. So it's back behind the pharmacy counter to try and pick them off. Rick doesn't want to waste the bullets, but he can't afford to use his knife until he thins it out a little.
What he doesn't expect is for one in the back to drop and a tall figure surge into the fray to help. He spares two shots before resorting to his own knife to drop the last one. Firm grip, watch the teeth and a quick, brutal stab before he drops the walker.
Rick had sent Daryl to check the next store with the others. It was risky on his own, but he had to at least check the back. Sometimes in the locked cases he could find antibiotics, pain medicine, the things they really needed and never seemed to have.
One Walker was bad enough. When it's hisses drew in four more, Rick knew he had to beat a hasty retreat. One or two you take on, more than that, you haul ass. The dead could swarm dangerously fast if you weren't careful. But with the back door barricaded, he doesn't have much choice. So it's back behind the pharmacy counter to try and pick them off. Rick doesn't want to waste the bullets, but he can't afford to use his knife until he thins it out a little.
What he doesn't expect is for one in the back to drop and a tall figure surge into the fray to help. He spares two shots before resorting to his own knife to drop the last one. Firm grip, watch the teeth and a quick, brutal stab before he drops the walker.
Talk like you were a cop before all this. [ Though she does keep her hands up. She may be dangerous but she'll play nice for now. ]
Saw ten, probably about a dozen at the most. [ She does take a few steps away from the door, only because she really doesn't want it shattering on her if they come. ] Look, I really don't want to be stuck out in the open tonight, looks like it's going to rain and as much as I like sleeping outdoors, I hate the rain.
[ To prove her point thunder claps in rattling the windows and making her jump slightly. ]
Saw ten, probably about a dozen at the most. [ She does take a few steps away from the door, only because she really doesn't want it shattering on her if they come. ] Look, I really don't want to be stuck out in the open tonight, looks like it's going to rain and as much as I like sleeping outdoors, I hate the rain.
[ To prove her point thunder claps in rattling the windows and making her jump slightly. ]
Josh doesn't flinch at the sound of the gunfire, but it's a near thing: guns in the hands of strangers are something he's had good call to be wary of. It's only two shots, though, each to a shambler's brains, or what's left of them, and then the guy does the sensible thing and goes for his knife once the numbers are down. That leaves Josh to drop the last of the group, another quick thrust of his knife up through the soft spot at the base of its skull, and then all five are down and he's watching the stranger warily from the other side of the pharmacy counter, ready to duck behind the nearest rack of shelving if he has to.
He knows he's potentially the one trapped now, if the guy's friends come after the sound of gunfire, and he resists the urge to look back over his shoulder to check the door. He really hopes he doesn't regret stepping in, and he goes for casual for now, pulling a rag out of his pocket to wipe down the blade of his ka-bar.
"Ain't really anything here, whole town's been picked over." He shrugs massive shoulders and finally makes eye contact. He's worn and filthy with shaggy hair and scars peppering his big hands, but clearly younger than he first appears under all the dirt, and he pays close attention to cleaning the blade, which is gleamingly well-kept compared to his own condition. "... and the gunshots'll probably attract more shamblers," he adds.
He knows he's potentially the one trapped now, if the guy's friends come after the sound of gunfire, and he resists the urge to look back over his shoulder to check the door. He really hopes he doesn't regret stepping in, and he goes for casual for now, pulling a rag out of his pocket to wipe down the blade of his ka-bar.
"Ain't really anything here, whole town's been picked over." He shrugs massive shoulders and finally makes eye contact. He's worn and filthy with shaggy hair and scars peppering his big hands, but clearly younger than he first appears under all the dirt, and he pays close attention to cleaning the blade, which is gleamingly well-kept compared to his own condition. "... and the gunshots'll probably attract more shamblers," he adds.
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And the gunshot starts to attract the rest of the horde into the building, Daryl with his knife in hand starts to stab, pull free the knife, and stab again. It wasn't that bullets were rare, and Daryl almost finds it to be a bit of a blessing they're not as common. Stealth is a man's best friend in his mind. "Dammit!" He shouts, as he almost came into contact with some gnashing teeth.
He gives Rick the space he needs, as he takes up the rear. He's not about to lose anyone else. They've already gone through enough, and making sure Rick gets out of there alive is high up there on his list. As more and more come tumbling in, Daryl grabs hold of his crossbow and he unloads a few arrows into the horde.
"Got you, but it's gettin' pretty tight in here pretty fast. We're gonna have to keep fightin', but if you gotta leave me behind I'll hold'em off to give you a chance to get out." Out of all of them, Daryl believes Rick has the most to live for.
He gives Rick the space he needs, as he takes up the rear. He's not about to lose anyone else. They've already gone through enough, and making sure Rick gets out of there alive is high up there on his list. As more and more come tumbling in, Daryl grabs hold of his crossbow and he unloads a few arrows into the horde.
"Got you, but it's gettin' pretty tight in here pretty fast. We're gonna have to keep fightin', but if you gotta leave me behind I'll hold'em off to give you a chance to get out." Out of all of them, Daryl believes Rick has the most to live for.
Anyone else might have taken him up on it. Not Rick. Not after Terminus. "No. We don't separate, not for any reason." His eyes dart around, quick to keep at Daryl's side to watch his flank and not impede his own swing. "Shelves on the left. We can use them to block off the worst of it. Clear them out and we'll hit the window. Sound's gonna draw 'em so we're going to have to move fast."
They were getting out of there together or by Christ they were going to die trying. Rick wasn't leaving any of his behind again.
They were getting out of there together or by Christ they were going to die trying. Rick wasn't leaving any of his behind again.
Now it don't really matter what we were before. Not anymore. [Before. It had taken on an odd significance since the end.] Now we can stay here tonight, but two questions I need to ask you. How many walkers have you killed?
Rick's eyes flick towards the door. He can see Daryl moving along the storefront, quiet and ready. At least he's got backup if this meeting goes south. "Most likely. You here with a crew or are you running solo?"
He shouldn't. Not since Terminus. But Rick can't ignore another potential asset to his group, to his family. The kid can handle himself, his weapons and he'd stepped into help when he didn't know Rick from Adam. He gives his knife a wipe against his jeans, ignoring the stench filling the sunlit, stuffy shop. They'd taken a risk checking a small place like this, but their resources were running dangerously low.
There was also the chance that the kid wanted to stay on his own, but it was fast becoming a rule now. You want to live? You find people and you stick with them.
He shouldn't. Not since Terminus. But Rick can't ignore another potential asset to his group, to his family. The kid can handle himself, his weapons and he'd stepped into help when he didn't know Rick from Adam. He gives his knife a wipe against his jeans, ignoring the stench filling the sunlit, stuffy shop. They'd taken a risk checking a small place like this, but their resources were running dangerously low.
There was also the chance that the kid wanted to stay on his own, but it was fast becoming a rule now. You want to live? You find people and you stick with them.
Josh tenses a little as he sees the man's gaze shift, quick and sharp and pretty obviously checking on his backup. Shit. The gun's still put away, though, and Josh can have his out in a fraction of a second if he needs to. But god he doesn't want to need to. It's bad enough killing these things that used to be human, and he feels a brief stab of anger and frustration at having put himself in a position where he might have to decide whether or not to take aim at another living, breathing human being.
The question isn't unexpected, doesn't catch him off guard per se, but it still takes him a moment to decide how to answer. Whether he lies and claims there's someone else nearby who'll care if anything happens to him or... takes a chance. "'S'just me," he finally answers, jaw tight and resolutely making eye contact. He's proud that his voice doesn't so much as wobble as he says it, and he slips his knife, how spotlessly clean, back into the sheath at his belt. "Has been for a while now."
The question isn't unexpected, doesn't catch him off guard per se, but it still takes him a moment to decide how to answer. Whether he lies and claims there's someone else nearby who'll care if anything happens to him or... takes a chance. "'S'just me," he finally answers, jaw tight and resolutely making eye contact. He's proud that his voice doesn't so much as wobble as he says it, and he slips his knife, how spotlessly clean, back into the sheath at his belt. "Has been for a while now."
There wasn’t that much left within the abandoned pharmacy. It was nothing to die or kill over that didn’t change the fact that everyone’s guns were raised. Trust wasn’t a popular thought as the world went to hell. Everyone was looking out for theirs. It didn’t really matter if someone else, Rick, was in the pharmacy first. The small group of men still raised their guns at the lone survivor in the pharmacy.
No one fired but the guns were kept pointed at the forty something man in the corner. Two of the men shared gazes as they stood in the way of the exit.
Another, smaller man finally came into the pharmacy. “What’s taking so…. Rick?” he said as he looked off into the corner. “Oh shit, Rick!”
The last thing that he had heard was that his brother had been shot and was in the hospital. He had been on his way to visit when the world went to shit. He never actually made it to the hospital to see his brother. He assumed that the whole family was dead or undead, whichever.
No one fired but the guns were kept pointed at the forty something man in the corner. Two of the men shared gazes as they stood in the way of the exit.
Another, smaller man finally came into the pharmacy. “What’s taking so…. Rick?” he said as he looked off into the corner. “Oh shit, Rick!”
The last thing that he had heard was that his brother had been shot and was in the hospital. He had been on his way to visit when the world went to shit. He never actually made it to the hospital to see his brother. He assumed that the whole family was dead or undead, whichever.
He has to give him credit for even catching the shift to look for Daryl. But he keeps his head, doesn't go for his weapon. Rick is already well on his way to making his decision before he's even spoken again. There's a bare nod towards the door where Daryl holds his position. Trusting his call.
"Got a few people outside of the town settin up camp for the night. Now you're welcome to join up with us, share in what little we got. If you're willing to answer a couple questions, anyway."
"Got a few people outside of the town settin up camp for the night. Now you're welcome to join up with us, share in what little we got. If you're willing to answer a couple questions, anyway."
They can raise their guns, but there's no way in hell Rick is lowering his. Not after what happened at the jail, at Terminus. If they were going to try and take him, like hell he was going to make it easy on them. Not with the others hiding out outside of town, waiting on him.
When the final man pushes his way in, Rick has to scrub at his eyes because it can't be true. Can't be real. Did he finally break? Is he seeing things again?
"J-Jeff?" His little brother. Hell, his baby brother. He was alive.
When the final man pushes his way in, Rick has to scrub at his eyes because it can't be true. Can't be real. Did he finally break? Is he seeing things again?
"J-Jeff?" His little brother. Hell, his baby brother. He was alive.
Guess it really doesn't matter anymore. Just, a friend of mine from before was a cop, further west. [ She thinks a moment before answering. ] Bare handed... ten. Armed, about twenty.. I'd rather avoid 'em if I can I'm fast on my feet. [ She'd say thanks to her dad, but really she'd rather not let this guy know that she's technically not human. He's normal, and she'd like to at least pretend to be if only the length of the storm. ]
Look can I put my hands down now? 'cause really, if you were going to shoot you would have by now, and what good would that do us? We'd have walkers on us and I really do like this jacket.
Look can I put my hands down now? 'cause really, if you were going to shoot you would have by now, and what good would that do us? We'd have walkers on us and I really do like this jacket.
Jeff couldn’t believe who was standing in front of him. It was like seeing a ghost. It was months and months ago that he had accepted that Rick, Lori, Carl, and everyone back home were amongst the dead. He had done everything possible to make sure that his mind didn’t accidentally wandered to the thought that they survived. It was torture. Thinking of people from the past wouldn’t help with his survival. In his mind he had mourned and moved on, as much as anyone could.
Of course being associated with the people that are currently pointing a gun at him wasn’t the best reunion.
“Put the guns down,” he said waving his arms at the people next to him. “He isn’t going to shot.” He wasn’t about to let them shoot Rick either. There was a bit of hesitation but the three other guys put down their guns.
He took a step towards Rick. “How? I thought you were dead,” he couldn’t believe that his brother survived. He didn’t take a step towards Rick since he had his gun out.
Of course being associated with the people that are currently pointing a gun at him wasn’t the best reunion.
“Put the guns down,” he said waving his arms at the people next to him. “He isn’t going to shot.” He wasn’t about to let them shoot Rick either. There was a bit of hesitation but the three other guys put down their guns.
He took a step towards Rick. “How? I thought you were dead,” he couldn’t believe that his brother survived. He didn’t take a step towards Rick since he had his gun out.
The guns going down helps and Rick lowers his, but he doesn't yet drop it into the holster at his waist. Not yet. "How'd.. how'd you get here man? Last time we talked you said you were headed up Missouri way. What are you doing down in Georgia?"
And screw it. This is family and Rick hooks his arm around his little brother, hauling him into his arms to try and hide the sting of tears in his eyes. Jeff. Somehow his brother made it through alive. Rick hadn't allowed himself to think outside of the group. No 'maybes' no 'what if'. You focused on the job at hand, on staying alive one more day. It was the only way to stay sane.
And screw it. This is family and Rick hooks his arm around his little brother, hauling him into his arms to try and hide the sting of tears in his eyes. Jeff. Somehow his brother made it through alive. Rick hadn't allowed himself to think outside of the group. No 'maybes' no 'what if'. You focused on the job at hand, on staying alive one more day. It was the only way to stay sane.
Daryl's guilt is eating him up; he's still feeling horrible after Beth went missing when he was supposed to be watching after her. And if anything would happen to Rick, he's not sure if he can continue to carry that burden. And he knows as soon as he can, he's going to leave to go search for her along with Carol. They can't afford to lose Beth for Maggie's sake, and for everyone's. The world needs people who can find good in even times like these.
"I'm gonna make sure both Carl and Judith got a dad comin' home..." It didn't take any more words, as he slung the crossbow back over his shoulder, and he went to push the row of shelves down on to the ground. The back end of it manages to take down some of the walkers with a nice crushing sound, and a pool of what was once blood on the floor.
"... But you got everything that matters to you back at the church; my world was shit long before everything happened. It ain't gonna shed a tear just cause one redneck got fed to one of those things."
"I'm gonna make sure both Carl and Judith got a dad comin' home..." It didn't take any more words, as he slung the crossbow back over his shoulder, and he went to push the row of shelves down on to the ground. The back end of it manages to take down some of the walkers with a nice crushing sound, and a pool of what was once blood on the floor.
"... But you got everything that matters to you back at the church; my world was shit long before everything happened. It ain't gonna shed a tear just cause one redneck got fed to one of those things."
Before answering he looked back at the people that he was with. “You guys check if there’s anything worth while in the shops,” he said with a jerk of the head towards the door. He was basically telling them to get lost for a while.
It didn’t seem to be a problem with any of them. Not a peep out of any of them as the walked out of the pharmacy. He was sure that they would check the bar across the street for supplies first.
“I was headed back, Lori called…,” Jeff trailed off as he looked at Rick. He was shot and unconscious. Still too stubborn to die in the apocalypse. He should have taken that into account.
There was no pull from Jeff as his brother hugged him. Just wrapped his arms around his brother. Laughed as he squeezed him tightly, not wanting to let go in case he finally cracked. He didn’t want to let go and be alone in the pharmacy. “Please tell me you’re really here,” he whispered.
It didn’t seem to be a problem with any of them. Not a peep out of any of them as the walked out of the pharmacy. He was sure that they would check the bar across the street for supplies first.
“I was headed back, Lori called…,” Jeff trailed off as he looked at Rick. He was shot and unconscious. Still too stubborn to die in the apocalypse. He should have taken that into account.
There was no pull from Jeff as his brother hugged him. Just wrapped his arms around his brother. Laughed as he squeezed him tightly, not wanting to let go in case he finally cracked. He didn’t want to let go and be alone in the pharmacy. “Please tell me you’re really here,” he whispered.
They will get Beth back. If she's still alive, they will find her and they will bring her home again. They will look after their own.
Rick stands at his shoulder, using his free hand to shove the second set of shelves down against the walkers. Enough finally drop that they can make it over and he's sure to grab Daryl's arm hard enough to keep him close. Oh he's gonna have words with Daryl once they're outside, but he's not going to miss the moment.
"We get outta here together. We're family, you hear me? Everything we've been through, everything we've survived, there is no way I'm leaving you behind."
Rick stands at his shoulder, using his free hand to shove the second set of shelves down against the walkers. Enough finally drop that they can make it over and he's sure to grab Daryl's arm hard enough to keep him close. Oh he's gonna have words with Daryl once they're outside, but he's not going to miss the moment.
"We get outta here together. We're family, you hear me? Everything we've been through, everything we've survived, there is no way I'm leaving you behind."
The half-laugh turns into a choked sob as Rick clutches him just a little closer. "Jeff. Oh my god. Oh my god you're alive." His hands fist into his shirt, refusing to let go. "I can't believe it. I can't believe you found us."
He pulls back, cupping the back of his neck, unwilling to put any distance between them. "Carl. He's here. There's a whole group of us. You.. you need to come back We can work together - all of us." Carl and Judith and Daryl and now his brother. Everyone he needed to keep going. Every reason he had to keep moving forward.
He pulls back, cupping the back of his neck, unwilling to put any distance between them. "Carl. He's here. There's a whole group of us. You.. you need to come back We can work together - all of us." Carl and Judith and Daryl and now his brother. Everyone he needed to keep going. Every reason he had to keep moving forward.
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