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 JACK THE KID ,, tag: alyssa.
BUSTER EMERY
Posted: Apr 2 2012, 07:30 PM


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Much to his dismay, it had been Buster's turn to go out scavenging and pick up whatever the Hell he could, and so far, he had to admit, it had been a pretty laid back trip - if there was such a thing in the apocalypse, anyway. You know how it works, you leave early, you plan ahead, and you hope and pray nothing bad happens - you hope you don't get bitten, or eaten, or shot by someone else that just doesn't like the way you look (because if you can believe it, Buster got that a lot - not the shooting, the face thing). Still, he'd ventured out with a walkie talkie in his back pack, along with just a few protien bars and bottles of water, and, of course, his bat stuck in his hand and swaying this way and that as he strolled down the street.

He'd found a much abandoned, mostly suburban neighborhood - the kind of place he'd used to live, but not one he'd lived in before. There were houses that looked abandoned, though their yards took up more room than anything else. Good idea as any, right? Worst came to worse, their couldn't possibly be that many in any one house, and the kid was a pretty damn fast runner. He didn't plan on coming back until his backpack was full.

Yep, that was the plan, and it was turning out to be a good one. He'd found a house (small, two stories) and after checking every nook and crevice, found it empty. The pantry, meanwhile, was packed full of canned goods, and he'd packed his bag happily, grinning when he found that it was more than half full and, soon, he'd be able to get the hell out and back to the (relative) safety of the camp ground. That's what he thought, anyway, but just as he shut the door of the pantry with a soft creak, he'd heard the sound of a footstep from nearby in the house. Breath caught in his throat, Buster grabbed tight at his bat, backpack left abandoned on the counter and not a sound escaping. Please don't try and kill me, please don't try and kill me.

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ALYSSA KENNEDY
Posted: Apr 2 2012, 09:20 PM


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Supplies had been running low in the mall and most of the residents were too afraid to go out on their own anymore. Alyssa herself had a fear of going out by herself after the last time she returned from a supply run and got ambushed by three zombies in the lower levels of the mall. They were doing a pretty good job at rationing what they did have, but after the attacks most of their medical supplies dropped drastically and their food supplies had been dwindling for a while now. There were a few people that often did the runs by themselves or with another group, but after one member got attacked and died out in the wastes, most had been afraid to go out there again. Alyssa couldn’t really blame them – from what she has noticed, the zombies now traveled together in hordes which made them even more dangerous than one just by themselves.Her trip to the suburbs of the city took longer than she had wanted too, what with running into a solo walker almost a mile outside of the mile and then trying to find a way around it so that she didn’t get noticed. Alyssa had gotten good a sneaking around and being quiet, since it also seemed the zombies were attracted to sound or shiny objects like a fricken raccoon. She was glad when she made it to the line of houses on each side of her, the streets desolate and literally the only sound she could hear was her beating heart and the wind as it blew against the trees in some of the yards. Lawns were overgrown, bushes were growing wild, and one house even had vines crawling all up the brick and over the windows – definitely pretty creepy looking. Alyssa held onto her gun tightly, her brown eyes darting from house to house to make sure she wasn’t surprised by any walkers that had still not joined a herd. Her eyes fell onto a two story house that looked relatively untouched, which was something completely different from most of the houses which had broken in doors or broken windows. She crossed across the pavement and into the long grass and for a second Alyssa hesitated; the door was already half open, which was normal among all the other house here but she still had an uneasy feeling about it. Would something be in there? Was this some elaborate trap by raiders or maybe even zombies were just waiting for her? With all the possibilities in mind and the pressure of having to return to the mall with something, Alyssa made the bold move and stepped inside. She stood inside the doorway for a few seconds, expecting and hoping to hear nothing but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. She turned her head in the direction of the kitchen when she heard what sounded like cans being banged together; the sound itself was pretty soft, but she had learned to listen for the small things. Alyssa’s finger moved to the safety button of her gun, switching it to off as she carefully slipped towards where the sound had originated. She halted her advance when a floorboard creaked beneath her foot and the sounds she heard almost a few seconds ago ceased; for a moment, she stood there in fear. This could have been her chance to run, but having a loaded pistol in her hand gave her a false sense of security, something that had bitten her in the ass almost a week ago. Alyssa took a deep breath and jogged three steps until she was in the door way of the kitchen, gun raised and pointed at what she almost expected to be a zombie but turned out to be a boy. He looked familiar, around her age, but for some reason she couldn’t quite place a name – at least not yet, but she was sure she knew him from somewhere. “Jesus…” Alyssa breathed, keeping her gun raised. “Are you going to hit me?” Her eyes moved towards the bat before back to him; she wouldn’t lower her weapon until he lowered his.
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BUSTER EMERY
Posted: Apr 2 2012, 10:01 PM


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After all this time, there was something about being in a house that felt incredibly odd, and incredibly out of place - which was followed quickly by more out of placed feelings, but what kind of world did he live in when a house was the uncomfortable thing? Six months ago he'd have been saying the same thing, and oh so much more, about having to camp out in the woods. No shower? No television? Hell no. But the house was grim. The lights were out and there was a thin layer of dust over everything, along with more than its fair share of spider webs and other traces of bugs and pests - rat droppings here and there, little raccoon paw prints tracked through the dust. The windows were equally grimy, leaving the light coming through dirty and dimmed down, making it barely possible for Buster to see in the dim. He could see enough, though, like the most important thing - whether or not a person was dead.

This one, as it turned out, was definitely alive. And definitely female. He couldn't see through the grim, but let's just say he had high hopes - other than the fact that there was a gun being pointed at him. Why the hell did this keep happening? As she brought the gun up to point at him, he couldn't help but do the same with his bat, taking a stance that was as menacing as it possibly could have been. If only they'd have seen him hit a ball, then they might have a clue - or maybe, they had, and he was just too stupid to connect the pieces. Hey, soon enough.

He took a slow glance around the room, fingers wiggling as he readjusted his grip on the bat. "I dunno," Buster paused to shoot a look her way, staring down the barrel of the gun from across the kitchen. "Are you gonna shoot me?" It seemed like a perfectly reasonable negotiation, and with a slight shrug of his shoulder, he lowered his bat just slightly. "'Cause I'm really not in the mood for being shot today, okay?"

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ALYSSA KENNEDY
Posted: Apr 16 2012, 07:27 PM


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Alyssa had to admit it was pretty odd being back around all these houses, since she has long been used to the cramped confines of the mall. Sure they had a lot of stores to explore, but after all these months things had started to get repetitive, so much so that Alyssa was contemplating leaving once she gathered the right supplies… and the guts. She still hasn’t quite gotten over being attacked by a group of walkers in the place that was supposed to be safe and home, that sense of security that had been so built up completely shattered in less than thirty seconds. She didn’t like talking about what happened, but she figured she was at least taking steps in the right direction by leaving the mall in search of supplies – back into the dangerous world.She wasn’t expecting someone to be in this house; out of all the houses on this block, why did she have to go into the one that already had someone in it. Alyssa kept her gun steady, pointed right at the other teen’s face but there was honestly no way that she could pull the trigger. He looked around her age and again there was some sort of tug on her mind, as if something in her subconscious was trying to tell her that she had met this person before. Alyssa’s eyes nervously went to his bat with the way he held it up, ready to strike at her and her fingers slowly ghosted over the trigger. “What? No!” Alyssa said suddenly in response, her finger moving away from the trigger. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, the gun slowly lowering until it was back at her side; brown eyes staring at the other teen. “No, I just thought you were a walker and I’m really not in the mood to be bitten.” She teased, flashing him a warm smile before she clicked the safety back on and pushed her gun through her belt again, her eyes studying his face as she let out a soft hum of thought. “I swear… Buster? Is that really you?” The sudden recognition of the other teen flashed through her mind – another person who had went to her high school? Perhaps there were more of them alive than she first thought.
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BUSTER EMERY
Posted: Apr 20 2012, 07:37 AM


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You could say Buster was rather adventurous when it came to getting picked upon to go gather supplies. He joked about liking to see the city and going to visit his old neighbors in the suburbs, and with his bat hung over his shoulder he never much minded having to go scouting - much. And, on the off chance that he did run into anyone - someone - then what the hell. Surely, they had bigger things to worry about?

He could only stare through the dim with his hands gripping at his bat over his shoulder, eyes wide as he stared the girl down. Admittedly, she was little more than a tangle of dark hair and a pair of Maxwell House eyes to him, but there was some familiar ticking in his brain - did he know her? He couldn't've, he told himself, everyone he knew was dead, or back at camp. Or gone. The possibility that he had known her, let alone had classes with her and worked on one or two projects together with her, was banished from his head rather quickly.

Shit. Did he know her? Had he completely forgotten this girl? She had a gun! He couldn't remember her nor if head done anything to piss her off - it was all rather a blank, really. Life before zombies that is. Buster had almost completely forgotten his name, too, as he had almost replied with a resounding "Who?!" But he refrained, lowering his bat. "Who's asking?" Buster gave her a quick look up and down with the slightest, tiniest thankful look. At least she hadn't used his real name.

( ooc;; bfjdk short, blech. )

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