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| Scene Five: Lovely Rita | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 15 2009, 05:19 PM (1,238 Views) | |
| LadyRahl | Oct 15 2009, 05:19 PM Post #1 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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Lovely Rita meter maid Lovely Rita meter maid Lovely Rita meter maid, Nothing can come between us. When it gets dark I tow your heart away. Standing by a parking meter, When I caught a glimpse of Rita, Filling in a ticket in her little white book. In a cap she looked much older, And the bag across her shoulder Made her look a little like a military man. Lovely Rita meter maid, May I inquire discreetly, When are you free to take some tea with me? (Rita!) Took her out and tried to win her. Had a laugh and over dinner, Told her I would really like to see her again. Got the bill and Rita paid it. Took her home I nearly made it, Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two. Oh, lovely Rita meter maid, Where would I be without you? Give us a wink and make me think of you. Lyrics to: Lovely Rita Preformed by: The Beatles ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Eulogy for God’s Hand Given by: The Speaker of the Light December 25, 2035 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ It is a sad day for all of us. The saddest since The Day of Reckoning. To mourn though, to shed tears, he would not ask this of us. To embrace the day, to live our lives following The Word to best of our ability. To never want more than He gives us. To never be unhappy with the day, for each day is a blessing. To love ourselves, our neighbors, our children and yes, even our enemies. The separation of Church and State was something fundamental for him, and for us at the Temple. We will not commend nor condone the actions of the State. We will continue to exist as he would have asked of us. To lose a loved one is hard, and to lose one as deeply loved as he… is a weight that crushes the soul. Our faith seems little consolation in such dark times, but as he always has said it is our faith which is our foundation. It is our faith that makes us human. Our faith which keeps us in touch with God, with all that is Holy and Light. It is our faith in God, and in the Word which makes us different from the Fallen. It was He that showed us the path, and for that I know that I shall be eternally grateful. They believe that His death will destroy us. That it will kill our foundation of being. That we will self destruct without His guiding hand and we much do our best to make sure that does not happen. To allow such a thing, to allow such darkness into our hearts… we cannot allow this. To allow this would undo all that he worked so hard to build. I beg our Council, please do not walk down the road in which you are currently treading. Come back to the light. Do not undo all that He worked so hard to build. Forgiveness is Divine, and Vengeance is something that God would never ask of us. Not even for the loss of one of his Chosen. We have all felt the loss. It is as though our very heart has been ripped out of our chest and a gaping wound has been left behind. The pain, the pain is almost unbearable. No, not almost, it is. It was he that showed us the Path. It was he that showed us the Way. It allow this loss to lead us astray, after all that he has done for us, after all that we have done, that we have accomplished… War is not the way. War is not an option. To love is life, and live is love. Let us not forget those words. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Misty/Marie/Bridgette Omaha, NE June 25, 2010 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Misty leaned against the wall, running her hand through her hair and let out a long sigh, looking at the shelves of drugs in front of her. Since leaving Ankeny, they’d picked up a dozen or so survivors that had joined their little party and created a very mismatched caravan and one thing that they needed, without question, was medical supplies. She turned the page in the medical book and rubbed the back of her neck thoughtfully. “You okay?” Bridgette said coming in carrying some empty bags. “You know what we need?” “Yeah,” Misty said straightening up. “The burn supplies are on this shelf, antibiotics here, gauze over there,” she said taking a bag and starting to fill it. Burns, they had discovered, was what the most people seemed to be suffering from, that and infected cuts. There wasn’t starvation yet to contend with, there were still grocery stores, convenience stores stalked full of food, soda, water… She knew it was coming, cannibals… it stood to reason that people would go mad and start killing and eating each other. Humans were carnivores, and if the fresh meat all rotted… A shudder ran up her spine at the thought. Maybe they should get a cattle car… start rounding up farm life as they found it. It wasn’t a question of finding the people on the list at this point. She knew that now. She’d woken up that morning know that wasn’t her purpose for being out here. Those people, the people on the lists that Zeke was making, they would come on their own. God willing, they would make it. There was nothing that she could do to help them. Her job was the others, the people not on the lists, the supplies… Hunt and Gather, that was their job. When she’d sat down that morning with the others, they’d all nodded. It was as though they had all come to the same realization at the exact moment that she had. So here they were, in the hospital, taking the supplies that they thought that they would need the most. The drugs, the gauze, the saline… they left the bags of blood, knowing that they would expire since they didn’t have any large refrigeration units with them. Of course, she thought dropping the last of the burn ointments in her bag, there had been that ice cream factory that they’d passed coming into town… Misty snapped back into the moment, turning and seeing that Bridgette had left the room having already filled her bags. Where would their next destination be? She didn’t know. It wasn’t like she looked at a map and instantly knew the cities to go to. It wasn’t like that at all. She didn’t magically know what roads to take, or where there’d be a lava pit, or what to avoid, not consciously at any rate. She just, had a feeling. When they got to a turn in the road she just knew when to turn left, when to turn right, when to head straight… she didn’t know the destination, but she knew the direction. Coming to Omaha, there was a reason for it. She just didn’t know what it was. It was more frustrating than anything because they’d all gotten used to Misty giving directions and now… she’d lost that sense of direction. She had no gut feeling where to go, what direction to head, anything like that. She thought about Zeke, about what he would tell her, and she decided to do what he would tell her. Keep the faith. Faith in what… God? She didn’t know… but faith in something. There was something guiding all of them, that much she knew. Misty headed down the hall and down the staircase seeing the convoy outside the front of the hospital. She smiled for a moment before stopping midway down the steps. There were too many cars out there. One, two, three… she kept counting finding more than a dozen darkly covered, and what appeared to be heavily fortified vehicles out there that hadn’t been there before. “What the hell?” She wondered, finishing her decent down the steps and crossing the marble lobby. Pressing her shoulder into the glass door, she pushed it open and walked out into the sunlight. “We find some more?” She asked, a smile on her face and froze, as she heard the sound of several large guns cocking. “Okay,” she said raising her hands in the air after setting her bag down. “What’s going on? Riker? Demps?” “Oh your little friends aren’t gonna be helping ya now sweet thing,” said a large man coming around the side of the van, Bridgette at his side, his hand wrapped in her hair. “Bridgette,” Misty gasped taking a step forward. “No!” She cried back at her, her eyes looking over to the side and Misty then noticed Marie laying there dead, naked and bloody, Riker and Demps laying beside her dead as well. In fact, Misty looked around, most of the men seemed to be dead. A few were still standing though, standing with these newcomers looking rather nervous and yet… oddly resolute. “What do you want?” Misty asked. “We don’t have anything.” “You’ve got a lot,” the man said throwing Bridgette down to the pavement in front of him and watched her scramble away. “You’ve got some of our favorite things.” He said with a chuckle, the other new men chuckling with him. “Any word from LR?” He called over his shoulder, leaning against the hood of the truck. “Aye sir,” said another man calling out from a fortified Hummer. “We’re to head back to camp as soon as we secure the prize.” He leered over at Misty. Beside him, a young woman scowled at him and punched him in the arm, saying something that she wouldn’t make out. “Awesome, just in time for the party,” the big man said. “Jonsey, toss these two bitches in the back and let’s get going! We’ve got ground to cover!” “Aye sir,” said another man, coming forward and grabbing the bag Misty had been carrying, and jabbing his rifle into her side. “Move it princess.” “We can just leave,” Misty said. “You can take it all just,” “Oh we are taking it all,” Jonsey said. “Including you bitches.” He kicked Bridgette. “Get up!” Misty jumped forward, taking Bridgette’s hand, helping her up to her feet. “You okay?” “What’s going on?” Bridgette asked as Jonsey brought them back to what looked like a cattle car. The smell of animal shit was overpowering and the back of it opened to reveal a dozen or so other women all pressed together at the front, there were a few cows, a couple of horses, and a dozen or so pigs inside as well. She saw another semi, pulling a loader as well where the other men seemed to be bringing the medical supplies to. “Just get in there,” Jonsey said shoving the two women up the ramp violently. Misty and Bridgette climbed the ramp on shaky legs, uncertain what was going to happen to them. Bridgette’s hand clutched Misty’s tightly and they jumped as the gate crashed back up into place, locking them inside. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ruben/Tom/Zeke Omaha, NE June 25, 2010 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “I’m glad that you agreed Zeke,” John said pinning up the election list in the main resource tent. They’d debated for hours where to put it where people would find it easily. There’d been talking about posting several lists, but in the end it had been Tom who’d said that there should be only one. More than one list meant that things might get lost, names might be erased… they needed to have one centralized master list and where better than at the main supply tent. “As am I,” Zeke replied, writing his name down and then passing the pen over to Ruben. “It was the right thing to do. God’s will be done.” “Ever dawn on your little brother that not everything might be God’s will?” John asked as Ruben wrote down his name. “Tom?” “No,” Tom said with a shake of his head. “I’m not, no, but thank you. I’m not meant for politics, I’m a musician.” “Music is important,” Zeke said as the four men left the tent. “One of the most important things in the world really. It brings hope to hopelessness, light where there’s darkness… that’s why it’s been around so long. It’s a powerful thing, music. A lot of people underestimate it.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked up at the noon sky. “So what,” Ruben asked with a smile “Tom’s going to be the town bard?” To this Tom chuckled softly, one of the few times a natural and honestly smile had come to his face. “We all have a purpose,” Tom said for Zeke who just gave them a knowing smile. The ache of his loss, the death of his family, it hung heavily over him and left a gaping hole in his heart but there was something about being here, around these people that eased that pain. He couldn’t figure why, but every moment he spent here, he felt the pain just a little less. They stepped aside as Fred Phelps appeared, striding into the tent which they had just come from. Ruben turned and watched him stop at the table, signing his name to the election list. There was a small cheer from the people that had followed him, and they could all hear them talking about God’s will, cleansing the earth… he just shook his head. “You know this could backfire,” Tom said, “this whole election thing. Ass clowns like him could get elected to this Council.” “We can’t question God’s plan,” Zeke said walking again, dragging his feet slightly in the grass. “Okay,” Tom said “can we please just fucking talk like normal people and not some fucked up prophet from the New Testement or something? It might be normal for you, but it’s fucking creeping me out.” “This coming from the man who said that God wrote half his album?” Zeke said with a smile. “I blame the drugs,” Tom replied. “Is there a radio station in town? Zeke?” Zeke paused, letting out a long breath as he thought. “I think there’s a small one on the edge of town. Some AM station that no one really listened to. It was privately owned. Why?” He turned looking at Tom. “You looking to start a radio show?” “Well you were talking about music,” Tom said rubbing the back of his neck. “How people need to hear it. If we can get the equipment to a more centralized location, maybe we can start broadcasting over the town. Give people something to listen to.” “It would add to that sense of normalcy,” Ruben replied listening. “Like with the schools. Silence is more nerve wrenching than anything else. Music is a good distraction, and you could have a radio show.” He said looking at Zeke. “Spread this… message that you have. John’s right Zeke, people are drawn here, to you.” “Maybe,” Zeke replied, turning to look at Phelps as he and his band of followers left the tent. “What do you need?” “I’m not sure,” Tom said folding his arms over his chest. “I’ve only ever recorded but,” he shook his head “somehow, somehow I think I can do it. It’s just a feeling that I have.” He looked at Zeke. “I this what it feels like for you? Just this… knowledge that comes out of nowhere?” Zeke shrugged and smiled. “I don’t know, I guess. I’m just used to it. Lived with it all my life.” “It’s kind of scary,” Ruben said. “Just, magically knowing stuff.” His eyes met Tom’s. “I don’t know the first thing about construction, or setting up an education system and yet, yet I know it’s what I need to do. You think anyone else is going through this?” “Yes,” John replied. “This morning I had a businessman come to me asking about getting farming supplies. I asked him if he was a farmer, considering that he was dressed in a 3 piece suit and he said no, he’d never farmed in his life but, well I’m sure you can finish that sentence. Which reminds me, another party arrived to town this morning, their leader so to speak was asking for you little brother.” “I told you,” Ruben said wrapping his arm around Zeke’s shoulders. “They’re coming for you.” “So Tom’s going to build us a radio station and start broadcasting. Ruben’s going to get the education system back online. What are you going to do Zeke?” John asked. “I’m not sure,” he said softly. “Maybe rebuild the church, did you notice that none of them survived?” “Maybe it just goes to show that the old way wasn’t working,” Ruben replied. “Well,” Tom replied “look at all the things the Vatican did... I mean they did good, but they also did some really fucked up shit too.” “No one is perfect,” Ruben said “except maybe Zeke here.” They all laughed as Zeke’s cheeks flushed red and he shook his head. “Can we take some military vehicles John? Head down towards Des Moines? If God’s will is that we should do these things, than it stands to reason that we’ll find the supplies that we need to do these jobs.” John nodded. “Anything you need,” he replied. “I’ve got a convoy heading down there to search for survivors and supplies this afternoon if you’ll be ready in time.” “Time is daylight,” Ruben said with a smile. Time is money, in their new world, just didn’t seem appropriate. Daylight seemed much more important than the cash one had in the bank at this point. Maybe things really would change for the better. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Willow/Adam/Sam/Cat/Dominica/Alex/Stu/Roza/Johnson Sioux City, IA <-----clickable link if you don't know where it is in relation to Ankeny June 25, 2010 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “All stop!” Johnson called raising a hand in the air, the convoy rolling to a stop beside a broken down bus. They’d just forced their way through Sioux City, with some difficulty thanks to broken down cars on the road. They’d tried to find survivors, but had only come up with three that had appeared and willingly hopped onto the bandwagon. They could see several dirty faces in the windows watching them with wide eyes, women, children and men alike. “What’s going on?” Dominica asked hopping down out of the tour bus. “Hi there!” She called, waving to the people inside. “Need some help?” “Pop that hood,” Johnson said jumping out of the humvee. “Let’s take a look.” “Let’s not,” said the middle aged man standing by the ending of the bus. “How about you just, lay down your weapons?” “Lay down our,” “LT?” Dominica said uncertainly, Alex following her outside and stopping as dozens of men, as well as women, appeared out of nowhere. Each one was heavily armed, some in bullet proof vests, some in full S.W.A.T. regalia, some in nothing more than tattered clothing and rags, but each one of them had a dark look in their eyes. “What’s going on?” Sam asked, coming down as well. “Dammit Alex, what’s the hold up?” He snarled, finding Alex stopped in the doorway. He shoved him out of the way and stepped outside. “I see,” he said softly as a man directly in front of him cocked his weapon. “Here’s the deal, LT” the man said resting his rifle across his arm casually, and yet comfortably. He reeked ex-military. There was just something about him that told Johnson this. A few of them were by the looks of it. “You drop your weapons like a good little soldier, and you all get out of your vehicles.” His head turned slightly as another car rolled up to the stopped vehicles. “And then what?” Johnson asked. “And then,” said a very pretty blonde who came out from behind the passenger door “we take what we need. After that,” she held her hands in the air “you’re free to go on your merry way completely unfettered.” Her smile was broad, beautiful. “Owen, you know the routine.” She said, her voice chipper. “God’s will be done,” the military man, Owen, said with a smile. “Get them out,” he said looking at Sam. “You have 30 seconds to comply.” “Or what?” Sam asked, knowing the answer even before he asked it. The sound of dozens of weapons cocking answered him and he turned his head back into the bus. “Everyone out. Come on.” He grabbed Adam’s wrist as he came towards him. “Stow the kids, just in case.” Adam looked out the doorway and nodded, taking a step back and letting Cat past him. “What’s going on?” Willow asked. “Hide the kids,” Adam said softly glad for the tinted windows so that they couldn’t see inside. “Put them in the bathroom in the tub.” “Adam,” “Just DO it,” he hissed as Roza slid past him next. “Tell them to be quiet, no matter what.” Willow looked at him, their eyes meeting and she nodded, taking the two children towards the back quickly. Stu headed past Adam next and a few moments later, Willow reappeared, child free and they headed out of the bus as well. “What’s going on?” He asked, looking down the line, everyone else getting out of their vehicles as well. Willow slid her hand into Adam’s feeling a sick ache in the pit of her stomach. “Adam?” “We haven’t met,” Dominica said taking a few steps forward and extending her hand to the woman. “I’m Dominica,” “Hey LR,” called another woman from down the line. “We’re looking pretty good down here.” “Rita,” the woman said looking at Dominica hand and not shaking it. “Or LR for short.” “What’s that stand for?” Stu said with a laugh. “Lovely Rita?” It took a second, but the blonde drew her gun and pulled the trigger, blowing a hole in Stu’d head. “Something like that.” She sighed as chaos broke out, people yelling and there were a few more gunshots. Willow screamed as Roza’s chest exploded in a shower of red and she danced back against Adam, wiping at the blood with shaking hands. “ENOUGH!” Rita yelled at the top of her voice and Owen pulled out an air horn, blowing it. It cut through the sound of the yelling, the screams, the gunfire and silence returned. “Look,” Rita said meeting Dominica’s eyes. “I know a Chosen when I see it, and here’s the deal sweet-cheeks.” Her eyes moved over to Johnson as well who clearly wasn’t happy with this. “We’ve got you covered and then some. We sized you up earlier with a little raiding party and planned accordingly. You can try to fight us,” she said shoving her hands into her jeans pockets and rolling back on her heals “but you’ll all just die.” “What do you want?” Alex asked. “What do you think we want, little man,” she said walking over to him, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “This is the new world, and sacrifices have to be made.” “Sacrifices like, what?” Adam asked. “Dude, we are so fucked,” Cat muttered under his breath. “Like your women,” Rita said grabbing Willow’s wrist and yanking her away from Adam, throwing her to Owen who grabbed her securely. Dominica let out a cry of surprise as someong grabbed her as well and there were various screams from other women as they too were grabbed and ripped from their families. “And your weapons,” she said. “Fuck you!” Snapped Corporal Davis and he raised his weapon, a split second later his face disappeared in a spray of gore. “STAND DOWN!” Johnson yelled. “And your supplies,” Rita finished, still smiling happily. “After we get all that, you’re free to go on your merry way, and don’t fight it. Or we’ll just kill all of you and take it all anyway. I’m working for a higher authority.” “Bullshit you are,” Dominica snarled, unswayed and angry, her arms pinned to her sides by the man holding her. “You won’t win! You won’t! You’ll fall, all of you will fall! He’ll kill all,” her next words were lost as a man cracked her over the head, knocking her out. Adam took a step towards Willow, his eyes black with anger and she shook her head sharply, her eyes darting towards the back of the bus where their children were hiding silently. They needed him, more than she did right now and she nodded to him, fighting back frightened tears. Sam reached out, taking Adam’s wrist and pulling him back into line with him. “We’ll get them back,” Sam said softly from between clenched teeth thanking God the children weren’t outside with them. God only knew what these mad men and women, would do to innocent children. “Let’s move out!” Rita said waiving her hand in the air and Owen blew the air horn twice. “Have a great day,” she said with a grin towards them. The women were stowed away in their vehicles, their weapons had been taken and worst of all, Rita had ordered that the engines on all of the vehicles be stripped. All they could do, was stand there and watch as Rita and her attack party drove off with everything that they held most dear. 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| LadyRahl | Oct 15 2009, 05:20 PM Post #2 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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Mod Note: There you go folks. Killed some people and messed up some plans. For clarification… all FEMALE played characters have been taken hostage along with all of the important supplies and weapons… all MALE played characters were left behind, or are in Ankeny. I don’t want you all flying off the hook thinking you know what to do, work it out in your head. There’s a solution to this, and a better solution. You pick the better one, and the casualty count will be less. Pick the wrong one, and well… I’m sure you get where I’m going with that. You have now been introduced to the Lovely Rita. Enjoy! (and btw... the LR thing... total coincidence) |
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| LadyRahl | Oct 15 2009, 08:29 PM Post #3 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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For those who need a visual.... Lovely Rita
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| njsmostwanted651 | Oct 15 2009, 09:11 PM Post #4 |
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You can be the sinner and I'll be the sin
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Just like that they were gone. They stood in the middle of the empty street with nothing to say. There was three dead, one being a member of his team. Their weapons and ammunition were taken, everything from their sidearms to the Mossberg 590's hidden in the Humvees. Their MRE packs were taken as well. It was Adam who broke the silence with a swift, violent punch to the side of the bus. "Fuck!" He yelled out, turning to Johnson "Why didn't you fucking do something?" "What did you want him to do, Adam?" Sam said, trying to be as calm as possible. "We had guns! We could have fought them or something!" He responded. Nobody answered, everyone looked at their feet. Adam jogged up into the tour bus without another word. "What the hell are we going to do now?" Asked Cat, who was swaying nervously on his feet. "We have to after them." Alex said, glancing around the group. Sam shook his head. "No way. You saw what they did to Stu and Roza. These aren't any guys off of the street." "What else should we do? Wait for them to bring the girls back?" Alex asked. "Johnson, can't you call for backup or something?" Cat asked, and all eyes looked to Johnson instantly. Johnson stood looking at the ground intently, not saying a word. "Right." Cat said. "We lost radio communication with base sometime last night." Sergeant Martinez answered for him. "We need to do something. We need to go after them." Alex said, feeling like walking on that bus and tearing apart every one of those miserable fuckers. "We have no weapons or vehicles. How would we go about doing that Alex?" Sam asked, starting to get annoyed at him trying to jump the gun so quickly. "Then what should we do?" Alex said taking a few steps toward Sam. "You seem to have this all figured out." Sam ran a hand through his gray locks and leaned a hand against the tour bus. "I don't know, ok?" "We do nothing." Johnson said waking out of his trance. "What the hell?" Alex said. "I don't know if any of you happened to notice, but something way stranger than a asteriod has been happening here." Johnson said pacing over to Davis's body and squatting down to examine him. "Um. The end of the world?" Cat said. Johnson nodded. "Yeah. But we've all seen how strange Dominica has been acting. Something way more than the end of the world is happening here." "What else could it possibly be then?" Alex interrupted. "To hell am I supposed to know. But she's been drawing pin point accurate maps which plotted our course safely here to this moment. She's been talking about how we need to find someone named 'Zeke' and how that's all we need to do. Nothing more." Johnson said. "Didn't she say something about 'He will kill them'?" Cat asked. "That's just a coincidence." Sam said unwilling to buy into religious talk at this time. "I'm not a religious man, and I'm not believing what's put in front of me either." Johnson said, "But we do have a choice to make. We can either run after Rita's very well armed crew right now with sticks and pebbles, or we can trust Dominica and find this Zeke guy. That's all I got. I think finding Zeke's going to be a lot easier on all of us than to attack Rita directly. But that isn't my decision to make." Johnson looked around at all of the concerned and angry faces, registering each one carefully. "All suggestions are welcome." |
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| Cale Raizer | Oct 16 2009, 11:20 AM Post #5 |
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OOC: i started this post before the scene got up, but i didnt finish it in time. rather then delete it, i finishe dit with a different ending then i had originally wanted, to help fitthe scene better, and to help set up options for me later. so yes, this post takes place before the scene. Misty awoke with a jerk, looking around the darkened room she shared with Bridgette in the RV. Bridgette, for her part, merely mumbled, wrapping her arms tighter around Misty. Misty lay back down, staring at the ceiling, wondering vaguely what time it was. Night had fallen shortly after they had left the ruined skybridge building, and Marie, who had been sleeping most of the day, took over for driving at night. Riker and Demps, too, had retired for the night, Riker crashing out on the fold out couch bed, Demps napping in the passenger seat, in case Marie needed something. Misty had the sudden urge to use the restroom. She gently extracted herself from Bridgette's arms, who let out a low mumble, but didn't wake up. Misty finished her business in the bathroom, taking a moment to stare at herself in the mirror. She looked slightly paler then usual, and she was developing dark circles under her eyes, but other then that, she looked ok. She washed her face, and upon exiting the rest room, stared out the small window that was next to their bed. It was getting dark out, but she could still see most of the featureless landscape. She frowned, pering out, squinting to see better. Ahead, were those lights? She ran out of her room, up into the cab, and Marie turned to lopok at her briefly before turning her attention back to the road. "I was about to call you, I saw these lights up ahead, there might be people there." Marie said, slowing the bus down. "that's good, maybe their more survivors. We'll talk to them, have the boys stay on the RV, just in case." Misty said, looking at the lights as they drew closer. It didn't seem to be a town, or a camp, and the lights were set fairly low to the ground. "Those look like vehicles," Misty said, "Like some kind of convoy." "What does?" Bridgette's sleepy voice said from behind them. "Those lights, "Misty pointed, "It might be a vehicle convoy." "Great!" Bridgette said, "that means more people survived. Maybe they have information or something." As they drew closer still, Misty saw dark shapes slowly walking toward them. The lights indeed come from vehicles, a semi-truck, a school bus, a few vans, and other scattered vehicles. Marie stopped the RV, keeping the headlights on. Misty could make out five people, three women and two men. One of the men, a short, dark skinned fellow with a wide brimed straw hat, stood in the center of the group. Misty assumed that meant he was the leader. "Lets go talk to them," Misty said, "Marie, wait here, go wake up the guys, tell them to be ready for trouble, but to stay on the bus. We don't know who these people are." "Got it," Marie said, putting the RV into park. She left to get the two soldiers, and Misty and Bridgette popped open the door, stepping out into the brisk twilight. The five figures made no move towards them, so Misty and Bridgette calmly walked to them, moving slowly, keeping their hands in plain sight. Even though none of the people seemed to be armed, Misty didn't want to take any chances. "Hello!" Misty called, addressing the dark skinned man, "Were are you headed?" "Anywhere," The dark skinned man said, his accent identifyuing him as Hispanic, "We're travelling, keeping on the move, until we can find shelter." "We just came from Ankeny," Misty said, "There's a survivors camp, a refuge, there, any and all are welcome to join." "How do we know its safe?" one of the woman, a tall, black haired girl asked, "We should head for one of the shelters the Government set up." "You can't," Bridgette said, "You can't go to the shelters." "And why not?" The tall woman demanded suspiciousley, "It's sure to be safer then any camp you come from!" "Amanda, please," The Hispanic man said, and the woman- Amanda- stopped talking, but she still shot suspicious glances at Bridgette and Misty, "Why can't we go to the shelters, young lady?" "Because their gone," Misty said, "The shelters were destroyed when the asteroid hit." The travellers seemed stunned by the news, "All of them? All of the bunkers?" The other man said, "What about the people?" "Dead." Misty said simply. "The President? The Vice-President? Anyone at all?" The Hispanic asked. Misty simply shook her head. "Then who is in charge of your camp?" Amanda asked, "Who's in charge now?" Misty was unsure of how to comment. Last she knew, John had been in charge, but things may have changed since then. "I don't know," Misty said, "There was a man, a Captain, in charge when we left, but we've been travellling ourselves for a little while now." "We need a moment to confer." The Hispanic said, turning to huddle with the other four in his group. Misty couldn't hear what was said, though by watching, she knew Amanda was opposed to the idea, and she heard her call the Hispanic man 'Miguel'. Finally, however, it seemed Miguel and the other three overturned Amanda's vote. The broke apart, and Miguel addresed Misty and Bridgette, "We will be welcome at this camp of yours?" "The more the merrier," Bridgette said, smiling. Miguel nodded, "Allright, but before we go, there was a hospital near here, we wanted to check it out, for supplies and other survivors." Misty nodded, "We'll follow you." Both groups went back to their respective convoys. Misty felt a rush of e;ation, they had found other survivors, other people! They still hadn't found the people on the list, but Misty was willing to take this victory. As Miguels convoy drove by, Misty had Marie wit until they had all passed before they fell in, leading the rear of this convoy. |
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"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!" | |
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| mdnjr70 | Oct 16 2009, 12:09 PM Post #6 |
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Domenica/Willow – Darkness “Bullshit you are,” Dominica snarled, unswayed and angry, her arms pinned to her sides by the man holding her. “You won’t win! You won’t! You’ll fall, all of you will fall! He’ll kill all,” her next words were lost as a man cracked her over the head, knocking her out. There was nothing but darkness and pain the rest of the world had fallen black, Domenica was unaware of what was happening around her, she felt a gentle hand helping her up as she shook her head the pain somehow gone, “What happen?” She said trying to clear her thoughts but she was still in a deep haze. “You’re feistier then I pictured you.” The kind voice said, it set her at ease at peace. “I don’t understand where am I?” She said looking around everything was grey except for him; he was filled with warmth and light. The bright light that was around him slowly faded and she could see him more clearly. The dark hair, the gentle features, the crocked smile, he was exactly as she pictured him. “Zeke!” She said with surprise and shook, almost falling to her knees, he helped study her, “No no, there will be none of that. Hello Domenica.” He said with a crocked smile. “What happen, am I…” He held up his hand, “No, there is still work to do; you’re fine, well fine in the sense that you are still alive. The darkones they have you and Willow and another; Misty.” He said looking at her, Domenica frowned, “Misty…I know that name.” He nodded, “it was in your notebook. The one that is with Alex along with your maps.” She thought a moment, “she’s suppose to be with you in Ankeny, I never saw here anywhere else, is Ankeny alright? Did they over run it?.” He smiled settling her nerves, “God will be done, he had different plans for her and Ankeny is fine, he won’t let anything happen to it, you know that.” Domenica nodded she knew Ankeny was safe and would be, “Zeke why is this happening? Why? Is it really the end of times, were we really that awful that he would want a fresh start kill all his children?” Zeke sighed looking at her, “I don’t know. I don’t have those answers, but he’s not angry or vengeful and he loves us, all of us.” She frowned; he was supposed to have answers, in a way he did, but they weren’t the definite answers she wanted. “Did he send the asteroid and the earthquakes?” Zeke looked at her, “I don’t know, but I do know that God has a plan for all of us, you need to believe that and you need to keep the faith. They are going to try and trick you, lie to you, tell you things, test you.” She looked at him, “why me?” She said. “Because you’re his Chosen.” Zeke said with a smile somehow if lifted her spirits. “But I’m…” She stopped and looked at him, “Zeke I’m not a pure person.” He laughed, “Domenica that doesn’t matter, it’s your heart; if we were going off those judgments then I probably wouldn’t be here either. Don’t worry about the why.” She nodded she would have to accept it, what choice did she have. “They will fail. They won’t win, I know they won’t.” Zeke grinned looking at her, she was certain and she would need that certainty. Then her expression changed, “What about the others, the ones I was traveling with; Alex and the rest.” Zeke frowned, “he’s testing them. That’s all I know.” It was the first time she saw his expression change to worry. “We all have free will and choices they have theirs now.” She wasn’t sure what to think but she nodded, “I have to know, are you an angle?” Zeke laughed, “I’m just a man I normal flawed man with my strengths and weaknesses nothing more.” “But he speaks to you.” Domenica said and Zeke smiled, “he speaks to all of us, whether we choose to listen is another story completely. I choose to hear him.” Domenica’s smiled faded, her cheerful tone and look slipped from her face, “I tried Zeke. I tried to get them to you. I laid out the fastest way, we avoided the places, but they found us. I tried, I really did.” She said almost pleading; like she let him down and letting him down felt like it would break her heart. “You did what you were supposed to do, you got them were they needed to be, remember to keep the faith and trust in him.” Domenica looked around then back at him, “What am I suppose to do now?” She asked, he pushed his hands deep into his pockets, “I don’t know. I just know they are going to try many things and lie to you, you need to be strong.” She whipped the tears from her eyes, “Alright.” Domenica said then looked at him she was suddenly serious as the thought crossed her mind, “Am I suppose to die?” He looked at her, “I don’t know who will live or who will die, I’m sorry Domenica, only he knows.” She swallowed heavily, “if it will keep the others safe and beat back the darkness and if it helps the ones I’m with and to helps to save Ankeny then it will be just and good.” He smiled at her, “Feisty…I really like that.” There was a sudden pounding in her head and she couldn’t help but grab her head and keel over closing her eyes. “Domenica…” a voice said, “Dom…honey you all right?” The voice said. “Zeke.” Domenica said in a whisper, “Zeke.” she felt two arms wrap around her, “No Dom its Willow. Oh god I thought you were dead when they hit you.” Domenica opened her eyes and smiled, “God’s will, we need to be strong and not believe the lies of the falseone.” Domenica said and fell back into unconsciousness. |
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| mdnjr70 | Oct 16 2009, 02:38 PM Post #7 |
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Rubén – 33 Rubén looked over the lists he had created for his education project. He looked around the command tent where John had set him up a little place to work on this project, he didn’t know the first thing about education or educating people but somehow it just all seemed to fall into place, so at least he thought. Regardless, it all felt right. “Rubén.” A voice said and he looked up from his paperwork. “Oh hi.” He said standing up and shacking the Structural Engineers hand, she might not have been an overly attractive woman, but she was smart and knew her stuff. “I have the information about the Grade school and the High School. Don’t ask me how, but just like the medical center they both check out. I have a couple of guys getting the power and water turned on. We will need to make one more sweep, but both buildings seem fine.” She said with a hard smile. “Thanks.” Rubén said with a smile. She turned and started to walk out and she stopped and looked back at him, “It’s funny you know. I’m not a religious person, but…” Rubén grinned “you don’t have to explain I know the feeling.” She nodded and walked off. He sat back at the table and looked at the locations of both buildings, “the grade school will be a changed to k-12 and the high school will become the college.” He said smiling labeling the each building on the map. He looked out at the camp they were already starting to move the med tents and equipment over to the medical center, things seemed to be moving along, it would be slow, but you could see the ground work being laid. They still needed to go to Des Monies and see what they could find, but that trip didn’t mean that work would stop, everyone seemed to know what they needed to do and started doing it. “Excuse me. Are you Rubén Napoles?” A meek voice said and Rubén looked up to see an older woman, well older then him, “Yes, can I help you?” Rubén said smiling at her his dimples not going unnoticed on her. She smiled, “I can’t explain it, but.” She stopped and looked at the group of maybe 25 or 30 people behind her, “he’s here.” Everyone nodded there were a few smiles. The group was a mix of the population but something struck Rubén about them, they all had a familiar air about them. “We’re supposed to help you.” She said looking at him, “help me.” She nodded as Rubén ran a hand through his hair, “I taught fourth grade before this happened.” She said looking at him and she looked at the man next to her, “he taught College English at Stanford.” She pointed to the next person, “he was a History Teacher at Del Mar High school.” Rubén watched as the group slowly spoke up, each of them was a teacher of some kind ranging from pre school to college there were 33 in all and each of them a little confused but also happy to have a purpose. “We don’t understand, what’s going on, but we all found each other here, some of us where even talking about starting to teach again, then this morning, when we saw the list, for the election, your name was there.” The older woman said, her name was Karen, her and her husband and daughter lived in Hayward California before it all happened and they made there way here, to safety Rubén learned he learned about them all as they talked. “What school did you work for?” Ted, the instructor from Stanford University asked. Rubén blushed he was about to answer when another man from the back of the group spoke up, Devon he came from a grade school in Florida, “He’s not a teacher or one of those useless educational bureaucrats that had things so screwed up.” The man said with a smile then added, “It’s a fresh start, that’s why he’s doing it.” Devon said the others nodded somehow it made sense to have a person removed from the educational field helping to rebuild the education field. “To be honest I’ve never taught and I wasn’t sure how I was going to do this, but now, with all your help.” Rubén said with a smile, “I think we can really make this work.” Everyone seemed to agree as it broke down; they had 8 teachers that worked in grade schools, 7 middle school teachers, 8 high school teachers and 10 college instructors. Not one of them had been on an education board or worked in the district offices, they were simply educators who had a passion for teaching and they all disliked how the educational system was run in the past. After learning all this Rubén spent the next two hours going over all the information he had on both schools and the ideas he had for making one a college and the other k-12 until they needed to expand and they all agreed they would need to expand at some point. He made sure that each person got to share their thoughts and their worries about how best to educate the children and how they didn’t want to repeat the past mistakes. This was a fresh start for all of them and they wanted to do it right, the goal that they all agreed on was education was going to be the key to all their future and all the children would get the best education they could provide. As they planned Rubén couldn’t help but be impressed with the knowledge that came form the group and how they each seemed to respect the other, it didn’t matter if they were Ms. Nancy the first grade teacher from Arizona or Ted the Ivy League teacher. They were all equals and working for a common goal without all the garbage they had to deal with in the past. By the time they were all done they had agreed to all go and see what they needed to do at the schools to get them ready as soon as possible. Rubén asked them to supply with lists of things they would need for when he went to Des Monies to get supplies and equipment for the schools, the sky was the limit he told them and he would pay for it all, which they all seemed to get a kick out of, even Ted seemed to smile at the joke. As the group broke up, they agreed to break down into small groups and work together on what they would need to and then have a lead from each group provide that information to Rubén. It was a loose knit structure for now, but that is how it needed to be they had to be fluid and flexible the more they were willing to work on this the better off they would all be. Rubén decided to walk back to the house feeling pretty good about all he accomplished for the time being, he had the information he needed and teachers, with luck in a few days they would be able to open up the schools, get these kids out of the camps and into a stable environment. Rubén left the camp, it was bustling with activity the energy as if everyone had a new purpose or a new focus, there were still several people laying about doing nothing, but that was limited. He walked passed a group of people talking about going out and rounding up all the domesticated farm animals, making sure they were not only cared for but that they could also help provide food, what struck him as odd was the group discussing it could only be described and Goth, they had dark hair, black clothes none of them looked like farmers or ranchers, but they had a plan and seemed to know exactly what they were doing, it was amazing. It took him 15 minutes to walk back to the townhouse, he pulled out his key and unlocked the door and walked in, the house was quiet except for the whimpering of the puppies in the kitchen. He walked over and saw all their tails wagging Goliath was laying there his tail wagging as well. Ruben opened up the back door and then let the puppies go out and play in the backyard with Goliath. He cleaned up the mess tossing the paper in the garbage bin that Zeke had waiting next to the door. Rubén went and washed his hands and then checked on their food and water. He heard them all outside happily playing. Rubén took his notebook and a pen and went out into the backyard to sit and watch them, it was quiet for the most part, there was the noise from the puppies and some of the military vehicles moving about on the street, but mostly it was quiet. There were so many things to consider and what they would need to do to really get this place humming again and there were only so many hours in the day and only so much of that was daylight, light was so important it was really the most important asset they had these days. |
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| WeBandOfBuggered | Oct 16 2009, 07:34 PM Post #8 |
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Alex et all - War Room “All suggestion are open,” Lt. Johnson said, staring at each man in turn. “Christ this is fucking bullshit!” Alex picked up a nearby rock and threw it at one of the now useless pickup trucks, the rock smashed through the windshield. “Feel better?” that from Sam. “A little,” Alex cracked his neck. “Of course I’ll feel better when I kill those fuckers.” I told you so! Millerton’s voice surfaced. I knew you couldn’t resist the allure of the dark, Mr. Castle. Entirely different situation, asshole. These fuckers deserve it. “That may be, Alex, but there’s no way in hell we’re gonna be able to deal with them with no guns, let alone vehicles to find them in. Plus what’re you gonna to find them, asshole? Follow the tire tracks play the might hunter?” Martinez asked. “Maybe. I’ve just got to find a weapon and go from there,” Alex started walking around looking for something, anything, that Rita and her goons may’ve overlooked. As he sifted through the debris and various vehicles, he became more edgy. “You okay, Alex?” Martinez said. “Yeah…I guess, I’m just feeling fucking useless.” Martinez nodded, “look, just clam down okay?” “I am calm! I just want to get her back is all.” “Understandable. But going after them unarmed is the stupidest thing you could do right now.” “I know, I know. But I can’t help it…they’ve got Dom, Goddamnit!” Alex punched a nearby Rav4 hard enough to draw blood from his knuckles. “You keep doing that shit, I’m gonna be forced to restrain you, Alex.” Lt. Johnson came over at this point, “he’s right, Alex. I know you don’t wanna hear this, but we’ve gotta figure this out first.” “Like fuck you are! I’m going after them whether you want me to or…” Alex’s voice was cut off by Martinez’s head connecting with Alex’s forehead, then, Alex crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Sometime Later “Morning sunshine,” someone slapped Alex lightly on the face. His eyes fluttered open to see Martinez crouched over him; he was inside the now useless bus. “You fuckin’ hit me!” “I warned you.” “You. Fucking. Hit ME!” Martinez jerked his thumb over his shoulder, indicating Johnson. “’He warned you.” “Don’t give you the right to FUCKING HIT ME!” “Look, Alex. You’re upset. I know that. But that don’t change the fact that we can’t mount up and assault them without planning first. No plan means death, alright?” Alex sighed, “I guess I’ll concede that much. But we do have to go for them.” “We do, but planning is in order first, Alex,” Johnson said, kneeling next to Alex. “Okay. Just remember, we find them soon or I go off on my own.” “That’s fair, but stupid.” “You don’t pull punches, do ya?” “Nope.” “Good, I respect that in a man. So…strategy meeting?” “Sounds good, the dining area’s a war room now,” Johnson said. He led Alex towards the dining area where Sam, Adam, Cat, Leo and a few other soldiers were. Behind a slightly opened curtain, Alex could see Lex and Callie playing with Dominic. “So…ready to listen to reason Alex?” Leo asked. Alex nodded. “Good,” Sam said. “We need all hands on deck here.” “Got it,” Alex said. “What’s the game plan?” “We’re still thinking Alex,” Adam said. “But, we’re seriously considering going to Ankeny first. Then recruiting help there,” Johnson filled him in. “Much as I hate to admit, Captain America is right,” Alex pointed at Johnson. “Change of heart, I see.” Martinez said, “listening to reason at last?” Alex casually flipped Martinez the finger, then looked at the others. “Fuck you Bucky. We should head off to Iowa, meet up with this Zeke character and move on from there.” “What happened to ‘when the chips are down, I wanna be with the goodies’ Alex? You yourself said you weren’t sure.” Adam pointed out. “Well, Dom seems to think Zeke’s on the level. That’s good enough for me,” Alex said. “I say we mount up for Iowa. And really, we don’t have any other options.” Johnson nodded. “So, vote time people. All in favor of Iowa, say ‘aye.’” “Aye,” came the resounding reply. “All opposed?” Nothing. “Good. We find vehicles and head for Iowa at dawn. Dismissed.” The meeting broke and Sam approached Alex. “You sure about this?” “Yeah. I mean, you’re right. I want to get her back, but there’s no way, we can do it without getting ourselves killed.” “You’re seeing reason. Good.” “But we need to get her back soon,” Alex’s voice hitched and tears formed in his eyes. “I’ve already lost Ames. Don’t take this the wrong way…I like you guys and everything, but Dom…well, I love her. She’s the only good thing that’s come out of this fucking shit storm that is our lives now. And if anything happened to her….I don’t think I could forgive myself.” |
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| Cale Raizer | Oct 17 2009, 09:54 AM Post #9 |
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Misty clenched Bridgette's hand tight as darkness overwhelmed them. The stench of shit was overpowering, making Misty gag in the back of her throat. "Are you ok?" Bridgette asked, whispering. "As good as can be expected," Misty replied, "You?" "I'm ok." Bridgette said, "But Marie..." "I saw." Misty said shortly, not wanting to talk about it. There would be time to mourn Marie later, and Riker and Demps, and everyone else who had been killed. "Did they....did they do anything to you?" "No," Bridgette whispered, "But they wanted to, I could see it in their eyes. Who are these people?" "I don't know," Misty replied,"But I'm starting to think I don't like them." Misty took a look at their surroundings. The trailer was the type Misty had seen Horses transported in, metal, with airholes to see through. From outside, Misty could hear and partially see the men who had captured them, loading supplies, and getting back into their trucks. Misty heard the motor to the truck hauling them start up, and with a shuttering lurch, they were moving. Misty and Bridgette quickly sat down, to avoid falling over. The floor was covered in straw, so it wasn't a hard landing. Even so, a pig squealed as Misty almost landed on it. It shuffled away, grunting its displeasure. Misty found her balance, crouched on her haunches, centering her balance. She helped Bridgette up, who had had a harder time finding her feet. "Where are they taking us?" One of the other women wailed, her voice breaking with near hysteria. "What do they want?" "I's pretty obvious what they want," Misty said, "But you need to calm down, please!" Misty knew the woman was on the verge of hysterics, and that might spread to the other women, which was the last thing they needed. "After all we've been through, havn't we suffered enough?" The woman demanded, not listening, "We can't stay here, we have to get out of here, we have to get out of here, WE HAVE TO GET OUT..." SLAP! misty had quickly crossed the distance between her and the woman, slapping her across the face. The woman's mouth opened in an "O" of surprise, but she had stopped screaming. "Listen to me," Misty said, placing her hands on the womans shoulder, staring her in the eye, "All of you, listen. We need to stay calm. We're still alive, and i doubt that they're gonna go through all the trouble of dragging us along only to kill us later. As long as we're alive, we can fight back, but if we lose our heads, we're not gonna stand a chance, understood?" The woman hiccuped, tears flowing from her eyes, but she nodded, wiping her eyes, "Thank you." The woman whispered, settling down. "And who died and made you leader?" A familiar voice sounded. Misty turned, to see Amanda, stiing against the wall of the hauler, "Who are you to be our leader?" "I don't want to be anybodies leader," Misty said, "But I know sense when I see it." Amanda let out a hollow chuckle, "Just as well. What has your leadership gotten us so far?" "Exuse me?" Misty said, "i never claimed to be your leader." "Oh please." Amanda scoffed, "every decision we've made since meeting you has come from your mouth. You've led us into disaster now, and we're all going to die, because of you!" "Hey, Mrs. Carmody," Bridgette sanpped, "In case you didn't notice, she's trapped in here too, and you don't see her freaking out. Now sit down, shut the FUCK up, and stop being a fucking moron." Amanda glared at Bridgette, but said nothing, merely folded her arms to her chest, "Fine, then what do you propose we do?" She said, addressing Misty. Misty was slightly taken aback, but she thought for a moment, "I don't see that we can do anything right now, all we can do is wait until we get were we're going, and try to escape there." Amanda laughed, entirely without mirth, "Thats your big plan? To wait, until they take us to their hideout?" "Look, we're trapped in here with no weapons, and nothing to work with, and I don't see that changing anytime soon. Unless you have a bazooka hidden in your cooter, we can do nothing right now!" Misty snapped, finally losing her own patience. She was frightened, more frightened then she cared to admit, but she knew she needed to keep a cool head. Amanda, for her part, withdrew into herself, arms still tightly crossed over her chest, sulking. Silence reighned in the trailer, no one seemed to want to speak. Sighing, Misty sat down on the floor, propping her back against the wall of the trailer. She needed to think. Edited by Cale Raizer, Oct 18 2009, 05:49 PM.
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"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!" | |
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| njsmostwanted651 | Oct 18 2009, 09:39 PM Post #10 |
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Having already made up his own mind, Lt. Johnson disembarked the bus and joined the other Gaurdsmen outside. "What do we do now, sir?" Pvt. Jenner, the team medic asked, "We tried bringing back the woman shot in the chest but she's dead sir." "I figured as much." Johnson said rubbing the stubble on his chin. "Weir still voting on what the plan of action is. But for now I guess we could gather what supplies we were left with." Johnson sighed and looked at the group of five surviving Gaurdsmen under his command. There were twenty of them when they left base only a few days ago. "Dixion, take a look at the bus and see if there's anything you can scavenge together to get it running again." "Right away sir." Dixion said as he went about his buisness. "Sergeant Martinez, take Jenner and search these buildings for anything of use." Johnson said. "Yes sir." Martinez said as she lead Pvt. Jenner into one of the surrounding stores. "Sanders and Richards, try getting that radio working and get a link to base. We can use backup right about now." "Yes sir." Sanders said as the two jogged over to the commanding Humvee. Johnson sighed and leaned against the side of the tour bus, taking the time to think about how Christine was at home. After seeing fuckers like that kidnapping women, he couldn't help but to think the worst. "How are you holding up, Lieutenant?" Alex asked, leaning next to him on the bus. "Not any better than the rest of us, Alex." Johnson responded. "Have we come do a decision yet?" Alex nodded. "Yeah. Weir going to Iowa." "Good to hear." Johnson said. "Any Ideas on how weir getting there?" He asked. Johnson shrugged. "I'm wingin' it. I've got our mechanic working on the bus, but no promises there. It seemed like they stripped the engines pretty good Weir most likely going to have to walk until we come across some transportation." "Suppose it's better than waiting here. When are we taking off?" Alex asked. "I guess when the Sergeant comes back from her scavenging we'll see to taking off." Johnson responded. Alex nodded. "Should I tell the others?" "Nah." Johnson responded. "I will." The pair stepped onto the bus and Johnson stopped in the front as Alex passed by him. "Alright everyone. Before we start, does anyone have any last objections relating to heading to Iowa?" Johnson said aloud. Everyone was silent. "Ok, good. Right now I have my guys working on the bus, as well as our comm radios. Neither are in the greatest of shape, so that's not looking so bright either. Chances are that weir walking a ways. We haven't found any working vehicles in our searches yet, so we're going to have to leave town to find one. We need to gather only our most important supplies; things such as food, water, tools, and other related items. The quicker we are ready to get out of here the quicker we can get to Iowa, find Zeke, and rescue the girls. So with that said, are there any questions?" There was assorted head shaking and no's. "Good. So once we can get this done, we'll meet outside in front of the bus and get going." Johnson said as he disembarked the bus once more. |
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| bebeluv1 | Oct 19 2009, 08:57 AM Post #11 |
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Adam & Sam Adam was fuming. He didn’t want to go to Ankeny, he wanted to get his wife back. It took every ounce of will power he had not to bowl everyone over and rush off after Willow. It was only his father Sam who was able to make him see the folly of that plan. So he sat, muscles as tight as tension wires, agony and anger thrumming through his veins, while his children cried on his lap for their absent mother. What was he supposed to tell them? Not the truth, that was too horrible for little ears to hear. So he told them that Mommy and the other women went on an “adventure” and would be back soon. “Like our adventure in Me-hi-co, Daddy?” Lex asked. Adam nodded, not able to speak with the lump that was lodged there. “Mmm-hmm,” he managed to say. Calli started to cry harder. She had missed her mother while she was in Mexico with Lex, and now for her to leave again so soon—Calli was hurt and upset about it. Adam looked helplessly at his father. Sam shook his head as if to say, “I can’t think of anything better to tell them.” Adam blinked back tears and rage and fear and hugged his children to him tighter. He hoped that what he couldn’t say in words would be conveyed to his kids through his hugs. “I’m going to kill them,” he kept thinking to himself. “I’m going to rip their fucking heads off and shit down their necks!! I’m going to peel the fucking skin off their bodies strip by strip!!” Revenge had him practically foaming at the mouth like a rabid animal. It was only his kids and his father that kept him sane at this point. Sam saw Adam’s lip curl into an unconscious snarl as he stared out the window and Sam knew what Adam was thinking. If someone had taken his Monica, he’d be feeling the same way. He put his hand on Adam’s knee and squeezed it reassuringly, hoping the gesture would calm his son’s tortured heart and mind. Adam glanced over at his dad, and suddenly the anger flushed out of him and he began to cry. Before the kids could start looking too confused and getting scared, Sam thought he better do something. “Hey, kids, why don’t we go to the kitchen and make something to eat, huh? How about marshmallow and banana sandwiches?” “Yay!” Calli squealed. “All right!” Lex leapt off Adam’s lap and dashed off toward the kitchen. Sam watched them leave the area and then pointed his finger at Adam sternly. “Don’t you do anything bone-headed, Adam. I can’t pretend to know exactly what you’re feeling, but I can imagine. We need to be smart about this…” Adam cut him off. “What am I gonna do, Dad? They’re gone. We’ve got no idea where they went now. So don’t worry, I’ll sit here and go to Ankeny with you and waste more time. And in the meantime, Willow and Domenica will be raped and used like slaves. Oh, well, right? It’s more important to get to this fucking Zeke guy than to save the women we care about, right? So fuck it, Dad. I won’t do a goddamn thing because this is all part of your glorious God’s plan, isn’t it? I guess it’s just something I’ll have to accept that I may never see my wife again, and if I do, she’ll probably be a haunted wreck of a person who will probably cringe whenever a man touches her from now on.” Sam flinched at the venom in Adam’s voice. “Son, I….” “Go fuck yourself!” Adam seethed. Sam sighed and turned to leave. There was no point in talking to Adam right now. He was not in a good place, mentally, and he knew that Adam just needed time to cool off and digest what had happened. If such a think was possible, he thought bitterly. Adam glared daggers at Sam’s back as he left the area, leaving Adam alone in his misery. Adam’s mind kept clicking away, trying to think of ways to get Willow back. Of course he worried about the other women, too, but his primary concern was Willow. He couldn’t live without her. He wouldn’t. Adam had seen how Alex reacted when they took Domenica. He felt pretty sure that Alex felt the same way as he did about leaving them behind and going to the fucking promised land known as Ankeny to meet the Mighty Prophet Zeke. Maybe he should talk to Alex. Maybe between the two of them, they could work something out. Some kind of plan. He knew that Willow would want him to take care of the kids, but he also felt sure that if something like this had happened to him, Willow would not have been able to sit back and let it ride. |
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| bebeluv1 | Oct 19 2009, 09:40 AM Post #12 |
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Nemesis
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Tom---melancholy DJ He sat in the DJ chair, legs splayed out in front of him, drowsing in and out of consciousness as the music played. It had been their song. Sophie loved this song. Tom mechanically reached inside his pocket and popped another white pill. How many had he taken now? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t care. He was floating and it felt like the right thing to do. The broadcast had gone off without a hitch. Somehow, he had magically known how to work every piece of equipment in the little radio station. More like a radio hutch, the place was so tiny. Nevermind that, Tom had thought. You’ve got to get the music on. Hells, yeah. The pills had somehow kept him more in focus as he labored over the sound boards and switches, his back forgotten as if he were in a trance. Paul McCartney’s “Maybe I’m Amazed” played now over the radiowaves, transmitting to anyone in town who cared to listen. Tom sang along drowsily as he fiddled with a piece of fuzz on his brown corduroys. He felt at peace. It was so strange. He kept hearing his family talking to him. Well, not Jonas, he was only a month old. But Ava was there, and Sophie, too. Come home, they kept saying. Come home now. Tom whispered, “Maybe I’m amazed at the way you love me all the time” as he slipped another white pill into his mouth and swallowed it. “maybe I’m afraid of the way I love you…” He had been such a fool. He had wasted so much precious time with his family by being on constant tours. He’d missed the first two years of Ava’s life almost completely. Those were years he’d never get back. And she was dead, so there was no making up for them, either. “Maybe I’m amazed at the way you help me write a song,” he slurred and put his head back to stare at the ceiling, “and help me sing along….” What was the point of going on, really? Everyone he cared about was dead. Sophie, Ava, Jonas, Kari, Shon, his mom, his dad, Mark, Travis, Dave, Atom, Matt….everyone. His home was gone. His life was gone. He fixed the radio station, what more was he needed for? He couldn’t think of a single answer. |
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| mdnjr70 | Oct 19 2009, 01:49 PM Post #13 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Rubén/Tom – Confrontation Rubén heard the music playing on the radio, it would seem as though Tom had gotten the station back on the air and was now doing the DJ thing, it wasn’t a great post but it was a start and it would give him something to do other then sitting around at least for the time being. As the music played Rubén hadn’t thought much of what Tom was saying until it started to sound more and more like rambling, it was getting creepy. It didn’t take much for Rubén to decide that paying a trip to the Radio Station was in order; even though Tom was suppose to meet him back at the house so they could plan their excursion to Des Monies, John had put them in charge of it, and it needed to be planed out. Rubén put the puppies and Goliath in the lock-up in the kitchen checking the water and food and then grabbed the keys for Misty’s truck, it was either that or Zeke’s smurfmobile and somehow Rubén couldn’t manage the idea of driving around town in that…it might be the end of the old world, but there was no way he would start his new life in this new world driving that. The truck turned over and he started driving down the road, much of the road had been cleared of vehicles as more and more life was starting to inhabit the surrounding area, Zeke’s house was almost the center of it all and everything moved as a radius off that point. He made his way to the station and stopped, there wasn’t much too it, but Rubén could see what it was to become, just like with the school and the medical clinic he didn’t see the existing buildings he saw their future. He opened up the truck door pocketing the keys and made his way in. Tom had really busted his ass and the place looked spot on, well it looked like what he thought a radio station should look like. Rubén made his way to the broadcasting room to see Tom sitting there; he was clearly stoned out of his mind and crying. Rubén’s barrows furrowed as he looked at him, there was an open bottle of pills and he watched Tom pop another one in his mouth, brilliant, the guy was falling apart…just what they all needed a former musician, druggy, drama queen. The guy clearly needed to man up. Rubén’s emotions changed from sympathy to annoyance, he took a deep breath and walked into the sound booth, finding the stop button, stopping the music. That seemed to get Tom’s attention, “Ah man…what’s the point…everyone’s dead.” He said through slurred words. “You know…can you keep a secrete…” Tom said pointing at Rubén, Rubén said nothing, checking to make sure they were off the air, and that they weren’t broadcasting any of this. “What?” he said curtly looking at Tom. “Before I got married…when I was on the road…I let this guy suck me off…” Rubén frowned, “you’re point?” Rubén managed to say and Tom looked at him, “he wasn’t nearly as hot as you…or…or Shopie.” He said as he started to cry tying to pop another pill. “Ok…that’s enough of that.” Rubén said grabbing the bottle from him, “Hey I need those.” Tom said trying to grab them back, Rubén pocketed them, “Nope you’re down with those for now. We need to get you cleaned up.” Tom looked at him, “ah man you’re a dick.” He said, Tom was getting more agitated but completely unable to do anything about it, Rubén looked at him, “Yep I’m a dick. Now let me help you up, we’re getting you cleaned up and you’re getting some rest before you kill yourself.” Tom looked at Rubén pushing him away, “So what, I want to die…there’s no point to any of this…everyone I care about is dead.” Rubén looked at him before he helped him up, “You think you’re the only one. Everyone out there, has lost somebody…you had it good, you got to burry your wife and your kids, it sucks, but you got closer, think of how many people out there, right now didn’t even get that. Family left dead or dying along a road, or never even getting out of strike zone, you want to feel sorry and kill yourself because you suffered loss just like everyone else; well I’m not letting you. Your dumbass was saved for a reason and you have a job to do.” Tom looked at him, “what run a fucking radio station…I should have sighed up on that list…I could be a leader, what makes you so special…you sucking dick? Hell I can do that…” Tom reached out for Rubén pants and belt. Rubén stepped back. “We don’t need a drugged out musician who is only good for popping pills and whinnying about his dead wife and kids.” Tom snarled, trying to take a swing at Rubén and almost falling, “Don’t you fucking talk about them like that…you don’t understand.” Rubén got close to Tom looking at him dead on in the eyes, he was so out of it, “I lost my, friends, my parents, my sisters and all their kids, every person I ever knew is dead and I never even got to say goodbye or tell them how much I loved them, so don’t you dare tell me I don’t understand. Now get your sorry ass up. You disgusting regret of a man, you’re self-pity, self destructive behavior makes me sick.” Again Tom tried to strike Rubén but it was more comical then anything. Finally, Tom started to give up as did his body and Rubén watched his eyes roll in the back of his head, Tom was out. Rubén looked at him and rolled the chair out of the way. He looked at the microphone and the radio equipment he found the record button and the mic, it looked pretty basic, Rubén took the mic and hit the broadcast button and the record button, “This is Radio Free Ankeny Iowa, if you are receiving this message lock onto our signal and make your way here. We will be broadcasting on regular intervals as best we can, in the mean time this message will loop.” He took his figure off the mic and stopped recording. He looked at the equipment, played back the message, he cringed at the sound of his own voice but it would have to do for now. He found the loop button and pushed it. Hearing his message starting to loop he looked at Tom and shook his head, “you want to be something and do something, then prove you deserve it…you jerk.” Rubén said picking him up, careful of his back and they headed out of the Radio station. Tom was in the passenger side of the truck as he got him to the camp where the medical team was still working on getting things together to move to the clinic. Rubén stopped the truck and got out going over to the passenger side door. He looked for one of the medical personal seeing a guy and girl, “Little help here.” Rubén called over and they rushed over, “What’s the problem.” The woman side, Rubén could see she was a doctor, “He took way too many of these.” Rubén pulled out the pills from his pocket and handed them to her, the male nurse helped Rubén pull Tom out of the side of the vehicle, and they got him in the tent, “we don’t have the drugs for an overdose.” The nurse said looking at the Doctor, she looked at him, “then we do it the old fashion way.” She said putting on a clean pair of gloves, “get a bucket.” The nurse went off, “How long?” the Doctor said looking at Rubén, “I don’t know about an hour maybe two and I have no idea how many pills, he has back trouble, but he’s clearly over medicating and sense the asteroid it’s only gotten worse, he lost everyone.” The doctor looked at him, “oh and he thinks he’s special.” Rubén shrugged, the nurse returned, “You’ll want to step back, “Mr. Napoles.” Rubén did as he was told and watched the doctor induce vomiting it wasn’t pleasant and it looked painful but whatever it took. Rubén watched them work and finally when they were done they got him settled. “He’ll need to rest, but we don’t have the resources to deal with this shit.” She said and Rubén nodded, “I understand. I’ll sit with him.” She smiled looking at him and nodding, “Alright. Let us know if something changes.” They left and Rubén pulled up a chair and looked at him shaking his head, “You need to get your shit together man.” Rubén said looking at the lump that was Tom, “You’re the only other person I know, who’s a friend here, other then Zeke. It’s really pretty crappy if you check out on me.” Rubén said almost pleading, hoping that Tom would pull through, but that wasn’t his call. All he could do is sit and wait and see what happens. |
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| LadyRahl | Oct 19 2009, 02:33 PM Post #14 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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Willow/Dom - First Contact Willow sat quietly beside Dominica, her hand resting on her shoulder gently as the vehicles moved down the road. Thank the Gods Sam and turned around and told them to hide the kids. At least she knew that they were safe with Adam, with people that she could trust… or hoped she could trust. No, she could trust them, she knew that she could. They were good people, and Darren Johnson was a good leader. If not for the exceptionally well laid trap that Rita had put up, she was confident that this wouldn’t have happened. Hindsight was 20/20 though and that wouldn’t help her now. “What are they going to do with us?” Said a young woman, maybe 20 years old, who was sitting a few feet from Willow. Tears had carved clear streaks down her face through the ash and she was winding her hands madly trying to comfort herself. “Do you think they’re going to… you know, eat us? You know, like cannibals in the movies?” “I don’t know sweetie,” said another woman who reached out and held her hand. “What’re you laughing at?” She asked, looking at Willow critically. “Because if they were going to eat us,” Willow said “they wouldn’t have left all that prime meat back there.” “Ugh,” said a man sitting across the floor of the trailer they were locked in. “That’s disgusting.” “That’s the truth,” Willow said, her eyes scanning over not really the people inside the trailer, but the trailer itself. It was metal, an animal trailer of some sort that had been retrofitted to fit things bigger than hogs, and thankfully washed out. It still smelled like shit, but it wasn’t that bad…. Though she couldn’t help but wonder how much of that stench was from the people held inside vs. the animals that it used to hold. “What do you think they’re going to do with us?” Asked another girl, maybe 15 who was sitting next to the man, her hand in his. Willow shrugged. “I don’t know… slave labor? Breeding factory? Could be anything really, I’m just sure they’re not going to eat us.” Her head turned as Dom let out a soft moan beside her and she rubbed the back of her shoulders gently in a comforting way. She wished that she’d wake up for several reasons. One was that it would make her feel better having her to talk to, someone that she knew, and the other was that she didn’t feel right investigating their holding cell with her still unconscious. She didn’t know, nor did she trust anyone in this place. Better safe than sorry, and there was a mass of people down at the end that she couldn’t see clearly. “Any idea where we’re going?” “East,” said the man sitting across from her. “How can you be sure?” Asked the girl holding his hand, he draped his arm across her shoulders. “Because I’ve been watching the sun,” he replied. “How long have you been in here?” Willow asked feeling naked. She wasn’t naked of course, she had on jeans and a tank top, but she believed in always being ready. Never leave without a game plan, without backup, without a safety net. Those were some of the first principles of exploration and staying alive. Not panicking though… that was number one. Her eyes drifted down to her wedding band, glad for once that she’d talked Adam out of buying her some huge ass diamond when they’d gotten married. It had been quite the debate but she’d talked him into just a simple gold band. She’d eventually won the argument when she’d pointed out that she did a lot out outside, active things, things that would result in the stone getting lost, or snagging it on something. He’d come back and said that he would just insure it and she’d just looked at him, and said that even if he did that she’d still feel bad if something happened to it. He’d gotten her a diamond, hell he’d gotten her a lot of diamonds and precious jewlrey over the last few years. She only really wore any of it when she had to walk down the red carpet with him, or go to some sort of rock star party. “About a week,” the man said. “Can’t really figure out where we’re going, or how we’re getting there. Hell, I don’t even know where we are. Where’d we pick you up?” “Sioux City,” Willow replied. “Right on the Iowa border.” “Heading to Ankeny?” Asked the girl, who was now watching Willow with bright eyes. She nodded. “Yes, Dominica” she said nodding down to her friend “was leading us there to someone called… Zeke or something. Like he’s some sort of weird ass prophet or lightning rod.” There was silence for a moment before she spoke again. “That’s not where we’re going though, is it?” “Oh Hell no,” said another woman who was sitting five feet away from them. “They’re so screwed, considering the people Rita the Wonder Bitch is rounding up,” she shook her head. “Rita’s got nothing but hostility towards this Zeke fellow,” the man said. “I don’t know if she’d jealous of him or what, but she’ll go on and on about how he’s going about it the wrong way, and how her way is the right one and…” he shook his head. “Girl’s coo coo for cocoa puffs if you know what I mean.” Somehow I doubt that, Willow thought to herself. Somehow I get the feeling that she’s about as far from insane as one could get. Of course she could be wrong, it wouldn’t be the first time. Well one thing was for certain, they were in trouble. Whoever these people were, whatever they wanted, she knew that it would not be something good. She was scared, there was no way that she couldn’t be. She’d have to not be human to not be scared in this situation. She was simply… collected. It was like being on a cliff face during an earthquake or a rockslide. Panic would only get you killed. “I just don’t know what to do,” sobbed the young girl. “I’m so scared!” “We’re all scared sweetheart,” Willow said reaching out and touching her leg. “But we have to keep our heads. You can live through anything, as long as you keep your head and don’t panic.” She gave the girl’s knee a squeeze and a reassuring smile. “Just, stay calm and we’ll get through this… all of us. I promise.” The man scoffed. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he said. “I don’t,” Willow replied meeting his eyes with her own, her voice confident. He looked away first. |
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| mdnjr70 | Oct 19 2009, 04:57 PM Post #15 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Domenica/Willow – Into the Darkness “Are we there yet?” Domenica said in a soft tired voice feeling each of the bumps of the road her body was sore and her head was still throbbing. Willow looked at here not sure what to say; was she delusional still. “Where Ankeny? No.” Willow said her voice sounding like a mom telling her children the same thing on a very long trip, “There not taking us to Ankeny.” Domenica said starting to sit up looking around at the inside of the carries, it smelled awful; she didn’t want to think of the smell what it might be or might have been, “If Ankeny is the light they’re taking us into the darkness, they’ll avoid Ankeny. Like a rat runs from water.” She said trying to get her bearings, they were heading east, not that she knew for sure, but she felt it, east felt right. They were heading away from Ankeny and the others; she shook her head trying to ignore the pain. Willow looked at her so did some of the others they were with and Domenica spoke to them, “I don’t know anymore then you do, but I know they.” She paused, “I know we’re not going to Ankeny.” Domenica didn’t say anymore as she looked out the holes in the metal, this was so wrong, they were going into a den of pure evil, no it wasn’t evil it was, “Darkness.” She said feeling the motion of the vehicle hearing the sound of the others hearing the darkness getting closer to them. Finally she looked to Willow, “I hope they don’t come after us.” She said watching Willow with a worried look, Willow nodded, “It would be suicide. Adam is a hot head at times, but he will listen to reason, he won’t like it, but heal listen. Alex seems to be the same way. We’re lucky the have Sam and Darren, they will talk sense into them.” Willow said thinking of her children and husband, they were safe right now and that was the most important thing, she would be fine. “Well if they find a vehicle in Sioux Falls they could be in Ankeny in a couple of hours, then they could work from there.” Domenica said, hoping they would think of that. Willow nodded, “Darren is a good man, I’m sure he’ll think of it.” “How do either of you know any of this.” A man who Domenica didn’t know said, he was next to a young girl who looked like she had been crying his arm was wrapped around her shoulder. “Common sense, there were tons of cars left in Sioux Falls, Rita couldn’t have gotten to them all and if she is against Zeke then…” Willow said and trailed off, she wasn’t sure she bought into this whole thing, but her kids and Domenica and a few others, how could he not be a good man be some kind of hope for them all. “No Zeke won’t fight her but the others will. They’ll help, but they don’t know yet, they are blind right now, I don’t know why, maybe he’s keeping it from them but Zeke won’t stop them, but he won’t like it. I think Rubén and the others can convince him.” Domenica said looking around, she was completely certain of everything she was saying. “You don’t know that.” The guy said. “You don’t know anything; none of us do…stop pretending that you do.” Domenica wasn’t going to fight him, he was right why should any of them listen to her, what proof did she have it was all gut instinct and faith. “She got us this far and to date has been 100% right about everything. If I’m going to believe in any of this I’m going to believe in Dom, because doing so, has worked so far and it’s the best shot we all have.” Willow said looking at the guy, there was obviously a little history there Domenica didn’t know, but he backed down. Willow could be imposing when she wanted to be the vehicle lurched causing them all to shift and hang on. “He’s right.” Domenica said finally looking around as things calmed down, “You all have free will to decide for yourselves what you want your future to be, I’m just telling you what I know and feel.” She started to stand to look at them all more clearly, she held on to the side for support as she spoke, “I hope to God I’m right, I really do, because if I’m wrong, then we’re as good as dead, we wouldn’t stand a chance. You all saw how well armed and trained these people are. They got the upper hand on a fully equipped and trained National Guard unit.” As the last of her words were spoken the group fell silent. She looked from the group and out the trailer at the scenery going by. Their hope lied in those that were left behind, them making the right choices and coming and basically saving them, as lame as that sounded that was their only hope at the moment. That thought didn’t sit well with Domenica, but given the current situation; no weapons, out numbered and locked up it really didn’t look good for them. It wasn’t like they could mount an affective assault from inside here and somehow save themselves anything they did would take time and planning and a lot of luck. Escape wasn’t an option, these were trained people, who knew exactly what they were doing, they might let you go and make you think you had escaped, but they would just as easily capture you again and make you suffer for it. Domenica couldn’t stand anymore, it was too shaking, she lowered herself back to the floor and looked at Willow who had fallen quiet, “What are you thinking?” Domenica said looking at Willow, “I don’t like the idea of being a damsel in distress, there has to be a way out of here.” Domenica nodded in complete agreement, “Well unless you have a gun stuffed down your tank-top, or have supper powers I don’t know about I’m not sure what we can do. They would have been smart enough to clear this place of any kind of weapons or anything useful and if they stop we have no idea who many people there are any escape short of James Bond or Bruce Willis showing up in a helicopter would be asinine. They would just let you think you got away and then find us and capture us again she’s not that dumb.” Domenica said starting to look around seeing if luck would be on their side maybe some piece of metal was left or there was a stick or a paperclip. Willow sighed, “I know I know. Rita.” Domenica cringed at the sound of the name but Willow continued, “Rita doesn’t strike me as the dumb kind.” “Nope, not in the least.” Domenica said continuing to look around, “Why’d she call you a chosen?” Willow asked looking at her and Domenica shrugged holding on as the vehicle hit a hole or drove over something, Domenica hoped the something wasn’t once living, “I’m not completely sure, maybe because I created the maps or speak about Zeke and the others, knowing things I shouldn’t know, who knows, maybe because I have blond hair.” Willow nodded with a hint of a smile at the last part, “Maybe we could use that.” Domenica looked at her raising an eyebrow and starting to click her finger nails. “Well it clearly means something to Rita, so maybe it can be used against her, maybe you can…” Domenica smiled catching on to what Willow was talking about, “maybe I can buddy up to her or something, try and get an in.” Willow smiled; they both seemed to be on the same page. “I don’t know, she doesn’t strike me as dumb and I can’t even say her name without wanting to vomit, she’s an awful woman and I’m not that good an actress.” Domenica said thinking about all the unpleasant people she had to help at the park and hotel, she could fake it, but would that be good enough, she really had no idea if she could even pull it off. “Well toss the idea around, maybe it can come into play at some point.” Willow said as they both continued to rack their brains for ideas and ways to get out of their current situation, the only noise now was the hum of the engine and Domenica clicking her nails as she thought. |
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