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It had been at least three days that they had been traveling on
foot through the woods. Everything looked the same, and there
was no signs of life, but in a time like this, that was more of
a good thing. It meant that finding shelter was hard, but at
least they were less likely to run into any infected. They did
need to find shelter soon, however. It was April, and it was
surely going to rain any day now, which meant that sleeping on
the ground like they had been would be out of the question.
Still, they were better off in the woods than in the city, that
much was apparent.
Chris glanced back at Grace and Sam behind him, the two walking
close, but not too close together, staying mostly in
companionable silence. He knew they must be exhausted by now.
Even Sam who was usually so bright and energetic, even in these
circumstances, was pretty quiet and somewhat somber. Perhaps it
was because he had kept watch for most of last night. Chris
would have to keep note to extend his own watch hours for his
sake tonight if they didn't find a place to bunker down. He
didn't want anyone passing out on him. He had to take care of
these kids, no matter what. He hadn't been expecting to have two
kids in his care suddenly, but it couldn't be helped, and
although Chris was wary of Sam due to his obvious advances on
Grace, he was fond of him. It was nice to have someone would
could remain fairly positive and point out the silver linings in
their current situation, even if Chris knew that most of what he
said wasn't true. It did seem to be more of a comfort to Grace,
though. Chris was never good at sugar-coating things.
"We have to be close to shelter," he said to help fill the
silence, turning back around to the world in front of him.
"We're still fairly close to the city. The fact that we haven't
found one already is surprising." Maybe he was just bad at his
job. It was very concerning that they hadn't found a shelter yet
that wasn't crawling with infected. They needed more guns. He
hadn't been able to grab his shotgun in the chaos when his
apartment had been broken into by infected. Thankfully, he had
already had his issued pistol on his at the time. If there had
more in their group, he would have stopped by the precinct to
grab more weapons, ammunition, and supplies. Unfortunately,
since there were only three of them, and two were unarmed, that
hadn't been an option. It wouldn't be long until he was out of
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Sam stuck his hands in his jacket, Mr. Smith's shirt hanging
loosely on him as well as his jeans, the bottoms rolled up to
his ankles. His straightened his shoulders after realizing for
the fourth time that day that he was slouching again, his
backpack filled with hardly anything but clothes feeling like a
bag of rocks after three days of carrying it. Even without it on
his back, his own shoulders seemed to weight him down. He was
tired and sore and just overall worn from their journey, but he
still tried to keep a slight bounce in his step. Things could be
worse, really.
Honestly, he was just glad that he wasn't alone. Sure, he did
fine on his own, but he had no idea what to do about fighting
off crazed, zombie-like people and surviving in the wilderness.
If it wasn't for Mr. Smith, he'd definitely be dead, and if it
wasn't for Grace, he would have gone insane. He just hoped they
found an actual place to sleep tonight. His hair was sticking to
his head due to sweat and mud from exhaustion and sleeping on
the ground every night. Last night he had made the mistake of
sleeping up against a tree, another contributor to his current
back problems. Of course, he had stayed guard for most of the
night, Mr. Smith's gun within arms reach, although, he had no
idea how to use it. Still, it's not like Mr. Smith could just
not sleep and protect them all the time. He needed to protect
them too.
God, he wished he could be more useful. It felt like all he has
done is follow Mr. Smith around like a lost puppy and mooch off
of him. It wasn't his intention to do such things at all, but he
didn't know what else he could do. He had studied many, many
things in school, but none of them prepared him for the apparent
fall of mankind. He hadn't been prepared for anything like that.
He was states away from his family, and had nowhere to go.
Thankfully, Grace had offered to help and Mr. Smith had been
kind enough to let him stay with them. Without them, he would
have been a goner.
Sam perked up a bit when Mr. Smith mentioned shelter, seeming a
bit hopeful himself. Mr. Smith wasn't the type of guy to fill
them with false hope, so his slight assurance made Sam feel very
hopeful. Maybe now was his chance to be more of use. "I can run
ahead and see if I can find anything," he insisted, not waiting
for a response before he started to jog ahead in search of
shelter.
"Sam, you need to stay behind me! There could be trap-"
Before Mr. Smith could finish, Sam felt something wrap around
his right ankle, grabbing him and hoisting him up so fast it
nearly gave him whiplash, his backpack falling to the ground
that was now below him as he hung upside down from a tree. The
quickness of it all felt Sam momentarily disorientated, the rope
around his ankle initially feeling somewhat like fingers. Sam
let out a yell, continuing to do so as he swung slowly from the
tree. He couldn't help it - after everything he had seen these
past few weeks, he was certain that he was doomed.[/center]
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Blake adjusted her backpack once more, switching shoulders as
she strode through the forest, Enzo not far behind. Needless to
say, she was a bit pissed. Of course not long after the two of
them had found a nice house to occupy, it had to get overrun by
infected. The house could have been looted too had they of know
of it's fate. Stupidly, she had thought that they would have
been safe for awhile. Now they'd have to stay somewhere else,
and it was becoming apparent how much they were at a
disadvantage with just the two of them. It wasn't like it was
their fault, though. Enzo was the only one she had known at the
bar at the time of the outbreak, so naturally, circumstances
sort of just threw them together. Finding strangers had been the
least of her worries at the time. Getting her gun and some
supplies had been first on her list. In fact, teaming up with
Enzo hadn't even crossed her mind until she found herself next
to him, the gun from the bar in his hands.
Things could have certainly been better, but she knew they could
have been much worse as well. Sure, she hadn't thought of being
accompanied by anyone, but honestly, she was glad to not be
alone, and although she didn't know him that well, she was glad
it was Enzo that she was traveling with. She didn't really know
anyone else. She just kind of felt bad that he was with her,
though. She knew she wasn't the most pleasant company he could
have had during the "end of the world." Perhaps she should say
something. She had been mostly quiet during most of their
journey. She just didn't really know what to say. All she had
been doing these past few weeks is stating the obvious, calling
out orders, and just surviving.
"We've gotta be close to somewhere," she said, finally breaking
the silence that she felt mostly responsible for. She wasn't the
easiest to talk to. "We've been walking in these goddamn woods
for ages," she mumbled, stating the obvious once again. God, how
did people just talk to people that they don't know? She worked
at a fucking bar, for Pete's sake, she should have picked up on
something. Of course, most of the time, when strangers talked at
bars, it's because they wanted to go fuck in the restrooms.
A yell is what broke Blake out of her thoughts, her head
snapping in the direction of the scream, stopping in her tracks
and pulling out her gun. It was quiet for a second or two before
the yelling started up again. It didn't sound savage like an
infected. It sounded scared. Blake just walk away from the sound
of someone in distress, especially when that someone sounded
young.
"Come on," Blake said quickly to Enzo, taking off in the
direction of the yelling. It wasn't long until she stumbled upon
an almost humors sight. There, hanging in the trees by his
ankle, was a kid probably no older than twenty-one, thrashing
around and yelling loudly. Blake smirked, but kept her gun out,
cautious of the strangers before her. Standing below the boy was
a girl that looked around the same age, and a man that seemed to
be in his late twenties or early thirties, a gun on his hip.
"Hey, we heard a girl screaming," Blake announced themselves,
slowly approaching the group, eyes back on the boy caught in a
trap. "Kid, if you don't quiet down you're going to attract
unwanted attention."
Blake heard the cocking of a gun and met the guys of the older
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Grace & Enzo & Elijah (1)
By: winterssmary Date: December 15, 2018, 4:44 am
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Grace was tired. They were all tired. It had been three days
since they left the relative safety of their apartment in the
city and they'd spent the majority of those three days on their
feet. They had no idea where they were going or how they were
going to make it out of this, but Chris kept insisting that
there would be places outside the city that they could take
shelter in. She wasn't entirely sure how that was possible
seeing as most places were overrun with the infected or guarded
by scary-looking men with big guns. She trusted Chris, sure, but
after seventy-two hours eating only potato chips and sleeping on
the ground, she was beginning to lose hope. Maybe it was just
the hunger talking, but she was getting really frustrated with
the nothingness of where they were.
She probably would have completely lost her mind if it weren't
for Sam, who was surprisingly comforting in the face of
hardship. Chris seemed skeptical, but Grace was glad she'd
invited Sam along. Having someone there her own age made
everything seem less apocalyptic. On top of that, Sam had a
talent for seeing the brighter side of everything and she needed
that sort of blind optimism to keep her going. If she were
solely dependent on Chris and his "talks," she wasn't sure what
she'd do.
But all of that seemed irrelevant in moments like these, where
silence completely overtook the trio. They couldn't talk
constantly, sure, but the solemnity of the bunch was
disheartening. Of all of the things to be thankful for in this
scenario, Grace was thankful not to be alone. But in moments
like these, she felt very, very alone. And vulnerable. But she
didn't know how to break it. She kept glancing over to Sam, to
try and guess what he was thinking. Normally, he seemed
wide-eyed and curious. However, in that moment, all she could
really tell was that he was exhausted, possibly even
disappointed. If Sam wasn't doing well, what hope was there for
the rest of them?
Suddenly, everything seemed to perk up as Chris spoke, breaking
the weird tension in the forest. If he seemed hopeful, maybe she
had completely misjudged the moment before. "I really hope
you're right," she said in response. "My feet are killing me,"
she added. That was when Samuel Lincoln got the bright idea to
run ahead of them, full speed. Chris tried to stop him. "Sammy
-," then she heard him shriek and she couldn't help but gasp.
Her very eager friend found himself hanging by his leg from a
tree. She tried her best to hold it in, but the laughter just
sorta busted out. "I'm sorry. That was mean. Are you okay?"
After catching her breath, she pulled out her switchblade. "I'll
cut you down," she said, approaching the dangling man-child,
still trying to stifle her giggles.
But she froze when she heard a very female voice. Last she
checked, she was the only woman out here. That wasn't good. Her
eyes grew wide when she saw her, a dark-haired woman holding a
gun. Chris pulled his gun on her, which instantly made Grace
feel safer, but then the man who was travelling with the woman
pulled out his gun. And all she had was a fucking switchblade.
Her eyes widened in panic as she waited for the grown ups to
make a move. No way she was going at these bitches with a knife.
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When most people are choose their apocalypse survival team,
they're not-so-social co-worker very rarely makes the cut. But
beggars can't be choosers and Enzo knew this better than anyone.
Was being with Blake ideal? Not really. But was it doable?
Absolutely. It was terrifying at first, since the bartender was
also slightly intimidated by the highly temperamental -- and
loud -- waitress. There were also infected, practically rabid
people trying to kill them. Life was scary. But, after a brief
time with the woman, he'd actually come to be pretty comfortable
with the whole thing. Not the almost-zombies, of course, but
Blake. There was something to be said for how resourceful and
resilient the woman was. After reevaluating all of her skills,
he'd probably put her on his idea apocalypse team. You know, if
she were a team player.
After being run out of their last shelter by a bunch of infected
flesh-monsters, the two were on the run again, trying to find a
place to hide for a while. Or steal from. Whichever was more
convenient. It was getting more and more difficult to make it
just the two of them. Of course, Enzo had been open to the idea
of a big group for a while now, but Blake was, quite obviously,
not okay with being around a lot of people. He wasn't sure why
and he wasn't sure that he cared. The personal details, though
interesting, wouldn't save them when they were surrounded by
creepy monster people. He just knew that it was getting a little
difficult. They couldn't keep at it as just a duo. But he'd
worry about that another time.
Maybe he'd be more content with being on their own if Blake
would just talk to him. She was a pretty reserved person. He
could respect that. But it also meant that she was bored as shit
ninety-nine percent of the time. He didn't fault her. It wasn't
a character flaw. It just wasn't idea for someone like him. He'd
tried a few times to strike up a conversation, but she usually
responded very shortly. Until she decided to break the silence.
Note to Enzo: Blake is social on Blake's terms. "These woods
used to be crawling with hunters," he said with a shrug.
"There's bound to be a hunting lodge or two in the area," he
added. "My friends in high school would spend weekends out
here."
He stopped himself from blabbing on when he heard a scream.
"Where are that girl's parents?" he asked, genuinely concerned.
Why would a little girl be out in the woods on her own. And what
happened to her to make her shriek like that. Blake beckoned him
to follow before the took off in the sound of the scream. Of
course Enzo followed suit, already drawing his gun. He doubted
it was infected that attacked the small child, but maybe a wild
animal? Or another person? He didn't know, but he wanted to be
prepared.
That was when they saw it. A glorious sight that Enzo would
never, ever forget. He saw a young man -- college age, probably
-- being made fun of by a girl and disappointing an older man
while hanging from a tree by his leg. Enzo snickered. Then the
older man aimed his gun at Blake. All laughter ceased. Enzo
aimed his gun at hm. "Shoot her and I shoot you."[/center]
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Elijah wasn't very good with the axe. Or most weapons. He was
tasked with chopping firewood and it was a very, very slow
process for him. His arms hurt. His back hurt. And the sweat
kept making his glasses fog up. When he took breaks from being a
lumberjack, he'd try and tidy up the cabin, since his friends
left the place a total mess when they had their hunting party.
He also made a habit of checking his traps at least twice a day.
Sometimes, if he was really bored, he'd tinker with the water
heater, just to see if he could get it going. He couldn't. There
was no electricity, so that never worked out in his favor. He'd
already done all of these things. And after ten days of being
completely alone, he was beginning to lose his mind. He'd
started talking to himself. A lot. And playing his ukulele. A
lot. He wished he had more options, but he didn't.
After successfully chopping yet another log for the fire, Eli
froze. He heard a scream. It didn't sound deranged and
homicidal, so it probably wasn't an infected. Or maybe it was
and they'd just learned to trick people. Either way, he needed
to check his trap. But he didn't have a weapon aside from the
axe he was chopping wood with, which made him nervous. He
panicked for a moment, digging through his suitcase before he
remembered the taser he'd constructed a few weeks ago. Feeling
slightly more confident, but not confident enough to keep his
voice steady, he set off toward the scream, cautious.
Luckily, he'd mapped out exactly where each trap was set. Based
on the direction the scream came from, he knew exactly which
trap it was that caught the person. Or thing. Or whatever. It
was a nonlethal trap, which was good. In case it was a small
child or something. After a few moments, he came upon his trap,
a trip snare attacked to a large tree. A group of people were
gathered around what appeared to be a young man dangling by his
leg. He would have immediately introduced himself, but he
noticed that three of the five people had guns.
Then he noticed the girl with the knife, offering to cut the boy
down. He wanted to bite his tongue until the guns were gone. But
it was going to eat him alive if he didn't tell her how wrong he
was. "Excuse me, little girl," he said, casually coming forward
so that people could see him. "You can't cut the wire with
that," he added. "You have to... uh..." but he didn't know how
to explain how to disarm the trap. "I can uh... I can get him
down.. uh... if you don't shoot me or stab me or anything," he
offered, bouncing on his toes. "These traps weren't meant to
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Christian│Blake│Samuel
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Christian managed to keep himself from sighing audibly as he
watched Samuel get caught in a spring snare. This was exactly
what he was trying to warn him about. Of course, his first
reaction was to be concerned, but once he recognize the type of
trap, he couldn't help but think about the fact that of course
it was Samuel who caught caught in someone's trap. Then that
brought about the realization that that was someone's trap.
Someone had to be close by, meaning that there was more than
likely a shelter nearby.
Sam continued to scream, suspended in the air, and Chris tried
to calmly shush him, ready to reassure him that he'd be fine
once they released him from the snare because there had to be
civilization around them, but before he could, he heard the
crunch of leaves and a woman's voice.
Reacting on instinct, Chris withdrew his gun from its holster,
pointing it in the direction of the voice. Approaching them was
a woman who looked a bit younger than himself - her hair a dark
brown with eyes to match, and a stare that was so cold it seemed
to cut through him like a knife. Next to her was a man that
looked more his age, his hair extending past his shoulders, his
eyes a piercing blue. It didn't take him long to notice that
they were both armed as well.
Shit.
The woman addressed Sam first, insulting him before giving him a
warning. Neither one of them seemed like they were bad people,
but Chris knew better than to judge someone merely by looks.
These people could be the ones that set the trap. And the trap
could have been intended for people rather than animals or the
infected. You never knew. Desperate times like the ones they
were in made people do crazy things, and made people reveal
their true nature.
Chris cocked his gun, letting the pair know that he wasn't
taking his chances. Hearing him, the woman immediately turned
her attention to him, gaze intense. That's when her partner
aimed his gun at him, delivering a threat, causing Chris to
refocus his attention to him, changing his aim.
"Drop it," said the woman, raising her gun to him and cocking
it.
Chris kept his gun raised, eyes darting between the pair. He
knew Grace had her knife, at least, but knew that wouldn't help
if things were to get nasty. "Who are you?" he asked them,
standing firm and remaining calm with two guns pointed at him.
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Blake hadn't intended on things getting so intense, but she
wasn't really surprised when the man pulled his gun on her,
obviously ready to fire if it came down to it. The guy had two
kids, for crying out loud, she'd be nervous too. She didn't peg
the man as someone they should really worry about in any other
circumstance, but you never know, and she didn't like being
threatened. Really, she just wanted to get back to what she had
been doing before and find some shelter, but now it looked like
they were going to be a bit side-tracked for awhile,
unfortunately.
Beside her, Enzo raised his gun, threatening the other man.
Blake felt a sudden twinge of affection at Enzo's protectiveness
of her. It was nice to know that he seemed to care about her
somewhat. At least enough to shoot someone for her. That's more
than what just about anyone else has done for her. She raised
her gun as well the second the man turned his aim on Enzo,
feeling what was probably a similar feeling Enzo was having,
telling the man to drop his gun. It was clear he was at the
disadvantage, whether his group was larger or not. He seemed to
be the only one with a gun (unless the kid dangling from a tree
had one, but he was definitely not a threat at the moment) and
the girl beside him seemed to only be carrying a knife. Either
way, if things did end up getting bloody, they could always loot
their weapons.
"You first," Blake challenged when the man asked who they were.
She really hadn't meant to cause a bunch of trouble, but now
that they were here, her guard was completely up. She didn't
want to kill any kids, but if she had to, she would.
Before the man could answer, Blake heard the rustling of leaves,
keeping her aim locked as her eyes drifted quickly to the new
sound. Emerging from somewhere in the woods was another man, his
hair curling and sticking to his forehead, glasses slightly
fogged around the edges. He was very handsome, she hated to
admit, but glared relentlessly at him, preparing for a fight.
Was this man with the others? If he was armed as well, then they
might be in more trouble.
The man looked at them all with a look of confusion, but didn't
seem particularly bothered that most of them had guns pointed at
others. Instead, he seemed more interested in the girl and boy,
looking thoughtfully at them both before offering to help the
boy down. What the hell? Blake raised a brow at him, still
occasionally glancing at the other man who now had his gun
trained at their new arrival.
Hm, brave for someone who still had two guns aimed at him.
Blake followed his lead, turning towards the man with glasses.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked, not knowing how to feel about
their new guest at all. There was no way he was with these other
people, so did he live around here or something? If so, how many
more were with him? Obviously one had to be good at setting
traps, which was useful. Maybe she could learn a thing or two
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Sam felt relief wash over him as Grace took out her knife,
offering to cut him down. He was a little hurt that her first
reaction had been to laugh at him, but at least he'd be back on
the ground soon. The blood was already starting to rush to his
head and he had no idea how long he could stay in his position
without blacking out. Also, the pain in his ankle was starting
to get a bit unbearable as well and he wasn't sure if the
circulation would be cut off soon or not.
Suddenly, Sam heard a voice come from behind him, calling him a
girl. He wished he could turn around and make a face at the
woman, but he currently was not in control of which direction he
faced, unfortunately. Instead, all he could really do was listen
and try to ignore the black dots in the corners of his vision.
He still couldn't see, but he could hear a gun cock near him,
letting him know that Mr. Smith was ready to protect him from
the woman. God, if she was the one who set this trap he hoped
that Mr. Smith would make her get him down. But then, he heard
another gun cock, guessing it had to be the woman's, only to
hear a third gun cock. Crap, they were dead, weren't they?
Sam heard an unfamiliar male's voice, confirming a second
intruder, but not confirming if there were really only two. They
were dead. They were so dead. They had hardly even made it a few
weeks through the infection epidemic and now they were already
going to die, and not from starvation like he had originally
thought. Instead, they were probably going to be skinned alive
by psychopaths.
It was during Mr. Smith and the other's banter that he saw a
figure approaching, his vision getting a bit more blurry.
However, through the blurriness, he could still make out an
attractive man coming up to them, looking like he had just run a
marathon. Surprising, the man held himself quiet well,
freighting casualness in front of guns and a suspended college
student. He had to give the man props for that.
The new stranger informed Grace that she wouldn't be able to cut
him down with a knife, offering to do it himself and explaining
that the trap Sam was currently stuck in wasn't meant for
humans. "Yeah, dude, if you could help me out, that would be
great, I think I'm about to pass out," Sam admitted, arms limp
and he slowly turned. "Also, if everyone could wait to shoot
each other until after I got down, that would be great. I'd like
to die with some dignity still intact." He knew he was only
saying all of this because he was lightheaded, but he really did
hope there wouldn't be any bloodshed, if any at all, until after
he was back on the ground and had at least a little bit of a
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The man didn't react much when Enzo aimed his gun at him. Fair.
There probably wasn't much he could do to react. If he did
anything extreme, he'd be risking the two kids. Well, not
really. Enzo wasn't about taking out children. He didn't know
how old they were, but they seemed harmless and were being
escorted around by an older guy so, realistically speaking, they
weren't a threat. Blake might have seen things differently, but
even Enzo wouldn't stoop so low as to attack the kids. Unless
the girl with the knife started getting ideas. When Blake raised
her fun to the mystery man as well, it settled things. They had
the clear advantage. They could do what they wanted. But the man
still didn't react. Aside from asking who they were, of course.
Enzo didn't mind sharing. Blake had other ideas. What else was
new?
He shook his head at Blake's threat. He understood that she
needed to feel tougher than everyone to get by, but jeez, woman.
It's not gonna hurt to give your name. Or a fake name. Or just
say you come in peace. Or whatever. They probably should have
put up a united front, but Enzo was more concerned with getting
everyone's weapons lowered than he was winning over his
sorta-but-not-really friend. "We're just passing through, same
as you," he said calmly. "No one has to get hurt here," he
added. But everything still seemed intense. It could be the cold
stares from the little girl or the fact that he could
practically feel the anger from Blake.
And then there was the new guy. He was a tall, attractive man
with cute glasses and curls his hair. And no visible weapon.
What the actual fuck was going on here? The man trained his gun
on the new guy and Blake followed suit, obviously no longer
concerned with the other guy. Enzo just shrugged his shoulders
and lowered his weapon. There was no point in shooting the guy
three times, right? The man briefly explained himself, kind of,
and still never managed to give any answer to indicate that he
was harmless. But, judging by the look of this guy, Enzo had
nothing to worry about. "Maybe, and just... here me out here,
maybe we don't have to shoot anyone right now. I don't think any
of us want to die today, right?"
He heard the guy hanging from the tree talking about possibly
passing out and Enzo sighed. "Is that even a question? Help the
kid," he said, lightly gesturing for Blake to put her gun down.
If things went south between this guy, everyone else would be
too distracted to deal with them and he and Blake could easily
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Eli had been among his new acquaintances for a total of thirty
seconds and he already had two guns trained on him.
Instinctively, his hands went up in the air and he cringed a
bit, his heart pounding. They weren't seriously going to kill
him, were they? Right here? In front of children? For no reason?
But weren't they just fighting each other. Dammit Elijah. You
and your big fat dumb stupid mouth. You just had to be obnoxious
and tell the girl that she didn't know what she was doing. "I
mean no harm, really," he said. "I just... well, I heard the
scream and I had a job to do so I had to check the traps and
then I found you guys here but I can't just leave you guys here
and you guys were pointing guns at each other and... and... and
here we are... I guess. Please don't shoot me?"
Then the woman with the big dark eyes snapped at him. Harsh. Eli
understood, of course, since they were in a kill-or-be-killed
world now. But still. Harsh. "Elijah Kramer," he replied. "I
live in a hunting cabin about a half a mile west of here," he
said. "I-I just came to check the traps,"
he added, slowly lowering his hands. Then, the man in the
flannel recommended that nobody shoot Eli and he smiled. "Thank
you," he said quietly. "I couldn't even hurt anyone if I wanted
to, guys, so it's all okay. I promise," he tried, still scared.
The boy hanging from the tree was obviously not doing well.
"But, I mean, I am the only one of us who can disarm that
snare," he added, suddenly feeling like he had leverage. The man
in the blue shirt obviously had a connection to the boy, so he
wouldn't kill Eli if it meant letting the kid die, right? And
the other people were obviously just worried that he was a bad
guy, right? "So, if you want us to have to amputate that leg, by
all means, keep your guns out," he said, slightly sarcastic. But
not too sarcastic. That was never Eli's strength. "I'm only
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Just when Grace thought things couldn't get much worse, there
were suddenly two guns aimed at Chris. Now they were outgunned.
None of them were safe. If they decided to take Chris out,
they'd probably have no problem shooting her and Sam. She tried
to stay calm, but her hands were trembling. Slightly. Hopefully,
they weren't too noticeable. She didn't want to look afraid in
front of the people with the guns. She glanced over at Sam, to
see how he was handling the situation. Not well, she gathered.
He was hanging upside down, so it made perfect sense. He also
seemed like he was getting dizzy and uncomfortable. She wanted
to ask if he could still see and if he though his ankle was
hurt, but she was too afraid to get involved with a side
conversation.
Then the weird guy with the glasses showed up, called her out
directly, and offered to help him. "What do you mean I can't
-," but she stopped herself when she got a better look at the
material. Her knife probably wouldn't go through that reinforced
wiring. She bit her tongue and put her knife back in her pocket.
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Chris narrowed his gaze when the woman snapped back at him,
demanding that he introduced himself first. He somewhat
understood her hostility, but really saw no reason as to why she
couldn't say her name, unless she just simply didn't want to.
Her partner, however, was more compliant, not introducing
himself, but explaining what they were doing here and that they
didn't mean any harm, despite his partner's brashness and the
guns trained on him. The man didn't seem to be lying, and
really, he couldn't think of any reason he would be lying unless
he had ulterior motives like robbing them.
His thoughts of the two strangers had to be put on hold,
however, when he heard someone else approaching, quickly
directing his aim in the new stranger's direction. The two he
had been dealing with seemed harmless enough (or, at least the
man did) but he had no idea what to make of the new figure that
had come into view. He seemed to be quite a gentle man, his hair
curling against his scalp, his glasses sliding down his nose,
seemingly unarmed as he came to them. He seemed to take their
withdrawn weapons with a grain of salt, and Chris noticed that
the woman had her gun on the stranger as well, her partner
seeming less sure. The stranger explained himself with almost no
hesitance, just being a bit awkward as he offered to help Sam
out, quietly begging to not be shot. Chris lowered his pistol
slightly.
The woman asked the stranger to identify himself, in which he
complied, stating his name to be Elijah Kramer before revealing
that he lived in a nearby hunting cabin. Bingo. Now he knew
there was certainly a shelter close by. The only problem was
that hunting cabins usually weren't all that spacious. They did,
however, provide you with the basic necessities. It was
definitely better than nothing.
Chris's attention went to Sam as he begged the stranger to help
him down, asking everyone to not start shooting anytime soon, if
at all. The man that had been with the woman lowered his weapon,
his mind seemingly made up that no one posed a threat to him.
Chris debated whether or not to lower his as well, but he was
still hesitant. He had kids lives on the line, and with the
stranger's new threat that he brushed off to be a simple joke,
he was still very unsure. Yes, the man didn't appear to be any
sort of threat, but he'd have to stay on-guard.
Chris did, however, finally lower his weapon when Grace turned
to him, pleading with him. She was right, Sam's health needed to
come first, and while he was sure he could figure the snare out,
he didn't want to risk Sam blacking out before then. The man in
front of them obviously seemed more capable to help out.
"I appreciate the assistance, Mr. Kramer," he said, sliding his
pistol back in it's holster. "I'm Chris Smith. We've been
traveling for a few days out here and Sam got a bit...
careless," he tried to explain, watching Samuel slowly rotate,
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Blake raised a brow when the curly-haired man introduced
himself, appearing to be the symbol of innocence. Jeez, even the
man's name was adorable, but she couldn't really place whether
she was amused or just annoyed by the guy. The way he stuttered
and awkwardly shuffled made her feel a bit uneasy. Could someone
really be this innocent? They could be being played. He seemed
to be the perfect type to lead them into a false sense of
security. Maybe she was just being too harsh and over-analyzing,
but in times like these, you had to stay wary.
The kid in the tree finally spoke, admitting that he felt like
he was about to pass out. Blake felt a little bad for holding up
his father or brother whatever for as long as she did, but
didn't feel bad enough to not keep her gun aimed at the pleading
stranger. Enzo, however, did lower his weapon. The stranger
pleaded again, stating that he was the only one that could help
the kid out, and when the girl asked the other man to lower his
weapon, he listened, leaving Blake to be the only one with her
gun still up.
She sighed, slowly lowering her weapon, but keeping it out,
deciding that she didn't really have much of a reason to not let
the seemingly unarmed man help the poor kid out. No one else
seemed worried, so she figured maybe she shouldn't be so worried
either. Besides, Elijah or whatever had said that he lived not
too far from here. Unless it was some sort of ambush, they could
totally take this opportunity to see if they could get some more
stuff. They had been barely living on anything since they left
their last shelter.
"Fine, help the kid out," she mumbled, shoving her gun into her
pants after clicking the safety back on. "My name's Blake," she
added as an afterthought, figuring she should introduce herself
since everyone else seemed to be doing so.
So they had Elijah, the man that confused her to no end, Chris,
the father or brother or something of those kids, and Sam, the
kid who was careless enough to get caught in a snare. What an
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Sam just wanted to yell again as everyone kept talking, the
feeling in his lower (or upper now that he was upside down) body
slowly fading. He zoned in and out of the conversation, hearing
the man that had offered to help him introduce himself before
Mr. Smith and that other lady did so as well. Mr. Smith,
however, felt it was necessary to call him careless, using that
as the explanation as to why he was in the situation he was in.
Well, he guessed careless was a fair analysis. He hadn't been
watching where he was going. He supposed he should make note to
do that next time. He wasn't from big forest-y areas, though. He
was from the city, where no one talked about hunting or snares
or traps or whatever. How was he supposed to know that people
actually took the time to come up with elaborate ways to catch
their food?
"Yeah, thanks man," he said to Mr. Kramer, glad that everyone
seemed to be in agreement to let him help him out. Really, that
had taken far too long. "I think I've gone completely numb," he
explained, managing a nervous chuckle as he waited to be freed.
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Grace & Enzo & Elijah (3)
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Eli smiled when the little girl asked her older brother or dad
or whatever not to kill him. It took longer than he had hoped,
but, eventually, everyone lowered their weapons and he audibly
'whew'ed, finally letting the tension go from his shoulders. He
started walked toward the trap but froze when the man in the
blue shirt called him 'Mr. Kramer.' "Eli, please," he said,
offering an awkward smile. "Mr. Kramer is my father and, if Mr.
Kramer were here, there'd be no one to help the kid out of this
trap because Mr. Kramer doesn't know what he's doing." He
paused. He wasn't sure what he just said. Even with the guns
lowered, he hadn't managed to start acting normal. "But Elijah-
I mean Eli, Eli knows how to handle this," he added, cringing at
his own words before he passed the man and approached the trap.
Without looking away from the snare, he nodded when the man
introduced himself. "Do you prefer Chris or Mr. Smith?" he
asked. "Either way it's nice to meet you, sir. Thank you for not
shooting me," he added with a smile. "Thanks to you too, Blake,"
he said, looking over his shoulder at the angry girl. When Chris
called the boy -- Sam, apparently -- careless, Eli chuckled
quietly."I wouldn't completely fault Sam," he said. "We made
sure these traps were pretty well hidden. It could have just as
easily been you or the little girl," he said with a shrug. "Or
maybe not. Who knows?" After tinkering with the trap for a few
minutes, he managed to trigger the release, allowing Sam's body
to drop to the ground. "There you go."
Sam seemed disoriented and Eli didn't quite know how to handle
it. Medical stuff was never his specialty, but the young girl
seemed quick to help him. Eli smiled at him when he was thanked.
"You're welcome, Sam," he said. "I'm sorry you got caught in
this thing. It was meant for animals and/or the infected," he
said. "It was never meant to hurt a kid. Or anyone important. If
I could go back in time and set this trap six inches to the
left, I would," he said, realizing once more that his awkward
tendencies were making everyone uncomfortable. "S-sorry."
Remembering the empty hunting cabin -- and that this was the
first interaction he'd had with any real humans in about ten
days -- Eli suddenly felt an impulse that the logical half of
him wanted to control. But he and his stupid dumb mouth betrayed
his rationality. "You guys must be tired. My cabin is empty
right now. If you want to come back for the night, I would
really appreciate the company," he said, bouncing on his toes
once more. "Or, you know, you don't have to. I mean, if you have
somewhere you need to be, I understand," he added. "I just
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Enzo was never going to hear the end of this, was he? Blake was
going to do what she could to make him pay for not backing her
up. Or maybe she didn't care. Hopefully she didn't care. Enzo
really didn't want to have to work around her angst anymore than
he already had to. He glanced over at Blake, who was practically
huffing with how irritated she was. She obviously didn't want to
trust Eli and she seemed like she was more interested in robbing
this man and his two children than she was actually progressing.
He understood and didn't even necessarily disagree with her
sentiment, but he was tired of the constant violence. These
people obviously meant them no harm and, while paranoia was
healthy in a time like this, it could also be toxic.
"Blake can be a little intense, but she means well," he said,
hoping to help kill some of the tension between her and
literally everyone else. "I'm Enzo," he said, looking among the
group of misfit he'd found himself with. He briefly looked past
Chris and Blake at Eli, who watched as the kid, Sam, fell to the
ground. "You good, kid?" he asked, though it seemed like his own
people were taking care of that. In fact, Enzo doubted the kid
even heard him. That was fine.
Eli made the comment about inviting them back to his cabin.
Weird. People didn't just invite other people back to their
homesteads usually. "You kept saying 'we'... now you're saying
you're alone?" he asked.
"My friends went on a hunting trip a little while ago. You guys
can stay at least until they get back," Eli replied.
"I'm fine with that," he said, looking over to Blake and
shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe then we can stay warm for the
night," he added. Were they walking into a trap? Maybe, but
probably not. Something told him that Eli was a simple fellow.
Probably a musician or artist or something. He was so frazzled
that he obviously didn't know how to handle himself. Even if he
tried to hurt them -- which seemed unlikely -- Enzo was sure
they'd be fine. And, if this all went well, he and Blake could
make out with all of his old friends' supplies.[/center]
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Grace sighed in relief when Chris lowered his weapon, mouthing a
thank you to her caretaker. The trio hadn't been together long,
but Chris knew how much Sam meant to Grace. He was literally
keeping her from crying herself to sleep most nights. She also
didn't like seeing anyone suffer in general, but especially when
it was someone she cared about. She would have plead just as
much if Chris had been the one in the trap. When Eli, the pretty
but odd man from the hunting cabin, approached the trap --
simultaneously approaching her -- she stumbled backward. "Thank
you," she whispered to the lanky man, who smiled and nodded in
response to her. "And you can stop calling me 'little girl'. My
name is Grace."
The trap released and Sam fell to the ground. Grace knelt down
next to him, ignoring the fact that she was now just a mere two
feet away from a complete stranger. "Are you okay? Does anything
hurt?" he asked, looking him over briefly. He'd probably have a
red mark around his ankle for a little while and there was no
way he wasn't going to be sore from this. There was also the
matter of his head. "Can you see everything alright?" If his
vision had started to fade or he was super dizzy, he'd have a
hard time walking out of here with them. "Maybe you should lay
down for a few minutes. Until your head is right again," she
suggested.
That was when Eli stumbled through an invitation. He wanted them
to stay the night in his cabin. That was odd. Honestly, though,
after he saved Sam, she trusted the weird man. And she really
wanted to sleep on something that wasn't the ground. Also, if
the cabin had running water, she could brush her teeth. And was
the dirt and sweat off of her body. Also, he probably had a
fire. She could keep warm. Maybe she was being stupid and
impulsive, but she really wanted Chris to say yes. She wouldn't
go if he weren't with her. She looked up at Chris, eyes hopeful,
but said nothing. If anyone knew what to do to keep them safe,
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The adults continued to converse after everyone had agreed to
free him, and Sam finally had to close his eyes, squeezing them
shut so he wouldn't have to see everything be all blurry. God,
how long had he been hanging here? It felt like he had been
there for at least a small eternity, but at least he knew now
that he'd be freed... eventually.
It was right before he was certain he was blacking out when he
heard an almost loud snap and toppled to the ground, arms too
limp and numb to be used to shield his fall, landing face-first.
The air was knocked out of him for a second, causing him to
grunt, but, thankfully, he could already feel himself regaining
proper circulation, flexing his fingers and toes as he lifted
his head, squinting. The world around him spun for a second
before refocusing, everything going back to the way it should
be. Well, except the fact that his ankle, back, and neck were
sore. He was too young to be this sore.
Sam sat up, rubbing his head and brushing off some dirt that had
got on him. "Fu-" he began once he felt okay, meeting eyes with
Mr. Smith. "-udge," he finished, knowing it probably wasn't a
good idea to swear in front of Mr. Smith. He was still trying to
make a good impression, after all - even if he had just been
released from a snare. "Thanks again, man," he said to Eli,
offering him a crooked smile. Eli then felt like he needed to
apologize, and Sam waved him off, rubbing his aching neck. "It's
all good, man. No harm done. Maybe."
Sam then turned to Grace, who was suddenly beside him, asking if
he was alright, suggesting he lie down. He shook his head. "No
thanks, I've had my fill of lying in dirt," he replied, dropping
his hands to help push himself off the ground, brushing the rest
of himself off. "And I'm alright, I think," he said to Grace and
the guy Enzo who also had inquired about his well-being. "Just a
bit sore."
It was then that Eli suggested that they come stay in his cabin,
and Sam wanted to grab the man and hug him. He was beyond tired
of walking around and sleeping on the ground. He was ready to
have some 'normalness' back into his life. He was ready for beds
and hot showers and actual food, which were probably not all
things in which Eli had, but hey, maybe he had other cool
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Blake watched as the string bean of a man Eli continued to
struggle at simple conversation. Man, and she thought she was
bad at talking to people. He talked about his father and how he
didn't, or well, doesn't know what he was doing before referring
to himself in third-person, and saying that he did know what he
was doing. Christ, this man was a mess. At least he seemed to
know that though, visibly cringing at his own words.
Finally, he stated to help the kid, Sam, out, thinking Chris and
herself for not shooting him. When he looked at her, she found
herself quickly stiffen up, not sure what to do or how to feel
when such soft eyes met hers. Jeez, no one looks at her like
that. What was up with this guy? She wasn't sure if anyone was
that good at pretending to be innocent. He looked so genuine. It
made her a little uncomfortable.
She looked to Enzo when he spoke of her, apparently feeling like
he needed to assure everyone that she meant well despite her
appearance. She couldn't help it if she had resting bitch-face.
Also, she couldn't help but be a little cautious, given the
circumstances.
Blake watched as Sam fell to the ground in a way that had to be
at least a little painful, hearing him grunt before raising
himself more off the ground. He seemed to be okay, but rubbed
both his head and neck in a way that indicated that we wasn't
completely unscathed. Well, at least he hadn't blacked out or
anything. Then that man, Chris, would have probably had to have
carried him, which, thinking about that image, managed to make
her smirk just a bit.
Suddenly, Eli offered to let them stay in his cabin, explaining
that it was empty "right now." Did that mean that there were
usually others? How many people were they talking about here? He
also added that he could use the company, bouncing on his toes.
She couldn't deny that he was probably the cutest thing she had
seen, but that didn't mean that he didn't annoy and bother her
in some ways. If anything, it only irritated her further.
Enzo asked the question that had been on her mind about the
other people Eli had mentioned offhandedly, and Eli explained
that his group had went out on a hunting trip awhile ago. She
wondered just how long 'awhile ago' was, and wondered if these
people truly were his so-called 'friends' if they left him
alone. Either this man was just extremely capable of defending
himself (which seemed a bit unlikely) or his "friends" had left
him for dead. Blake figured it was the latter, and if the man
really was telling the truth, she honestly felt a little bad for
him. If it was the truth, he didn't seem to realize the
situation he was in, being left alone to die, and that was...
awful, to say the least. She didn't know the guy, and still
didn't trust him, but damn. People were cruel. And so was she,
seeing as how she still planned on taking as much as she could
from this cabin if things went well. She would admit to not
being the best person, but she wanted to survive just as much as
anyone. Why? She didn't really know, but she figured, deep down,
everyone had a survival instinct.
"Staying warm does sound nice. So does staying dry," she agreed,
knowing it had to be only a matter of time until the next April
shower. She put on a smile, looking from Enzo to Eli. "Thanks,"
she added, figuring she might as well try and be nice to this
lanky, but handsome man.
However, it didn't take long for her smile to fade as she turned
to Enzo again, keeping her voice low. "Don't let your guard
down," she warned him, locking eyes. "Or we could walk right
into a trap ourselves."[/center]
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Chris nodded at Eli's awkward insistence to not be called 'Mr.
Kramer,' explaining that that was his father's name in some
weird, roundabout way. That was, more or less, the usual
reaction he got from calling someone by their surname, but he
figured it was usually more polite to do so rather than to
immediately assume that he could do otherwise.
"Chris is fine," he insisted after being asked what he preferred
to be called. "And, uh, no problem," he said after being thanked
for not shooting him, smiling briefly. Eli was certainly a
strange man, but gave off nothing but the vibe of pure
innocence. It was like dealing with a child, as weird as that
sounded, but Eli was so... awkward and unsure of himself that it
was the only way he could describe it. He simply nodded when Eli
tried to excuse Sam's carelessness.
He watched as Eli freed Sam from the trap, cataloging in his
brain how he did so for future reference, watching Sam topple to
the ground. He stepped forward the same time as Grace to see if
he was alright, but still kept his distance, not wanting to be
too close to anyone in case he had to draw his gun again. Sam
seemed to quickly recover, however, insisting he was alright and
brushing off Eli's apology. Chris did smile then, glad to see
that Sam didn't appear to be too shaken up or injured by the
trap and his release. He did still place a hand on him to try
and steady him when Sam lifted himself up.
Chis listened as Eli then offered them refuge in his cabin,
saying that he would like the company, but would understand if
they declined. He had to stop himself from chuckling, not
wanting Eli to think he was being rude. The man was just so...
awkward. It was really quite incredible.
Enzo asked for further elaboration about Eli's living
arrangements, and crossed his arms as Eli explained that the
people he had been living with had left to go on a hunting trip.
Something about that didn't sit right with him. It was pretty
apparent that if Eli wasn't lying, then his friends probably
weren't coming back, and probably weren't really his friends.
Chris couldn't help but somewhat pity the other man.
He looked to Sam and Grace, and noticed that they seemed to be
waiting on him for an answer, both looking hopeful at the
thought of being able to stay somewhere warm and dry. Chris had
to admit that it sounded nice as well, even though he knew that
it would surely be cramped with all of them staying together.
Still, they had been looking for shelter the past three days,
and he really couldn't deny the kids of it any longer. "If
you're really sure that it wouldn't be too much trouble, then
we'd love to stay for as long as we can," Chris decided, looking
back to Eli with a kind smile. "Thank you, Eli."[/center]
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