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 A PLACE TO CALL HOME., LOST BOYS PLOT THREAD PT 1
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Posted: Jul 16 2012, 03:23 PM


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It was early morning, just before sunrise, as people started to leave their tents dressed and ready for the long day ahead. Today was the day a second team was going to leave the camp, this time heading north and check nearby farm land for somewhere safer, more permanent to move their camp. Winter in Houston perhaps wouldn’t have been all that difficult to endure, but eight months of living in tents, sleeping on the ground was starting to take it toll. With the need to move came the unspoken realisation amongst the ranks that this was it, this was their life now – they weren’t just hiding out in the woods until everything blew over anymore. They needed to set down roots and try to achieve some form of normality.

Word had been passed throughout the camp that today was the day that a group would head north and that anyone who wanted to help was more than welcome to join them. In dribs and drabs the weary Lost Boys emerged from their tents and started to make their way towards the picnic tables set up in the middle of the camp. A small pile of supplies had been gathered for the trip as well as a few extra guns, though the silent hope was that they wouldn’t need them – they were moving away from the city and, the general consensus was, away from most of the hordes of the undead. At least that was the hope, but the reality was there were zombies everywhere these days – it’d be a small miracle not to run into a single one.

Finally the sun was starting rise and it was almost time for them to set out.

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CORMAC MACNAMARA
Posted: Jul 16 2012, 08:58 PM


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He awakes with a start; covered in sweat and gripped in the throes of terror. Yet another nightmare to add to the long list of those that plagued him what seemed like every other night. It was almost always the same or at least a variation of the same dream--the day he'd come home and killed his mother. The image of her when he first opened the door will forever be ingrained in his memory even though he wished he could erase it, scrub it clean with bleach. She was facing the window, her hair was mussed but still mostly contained in a braid. He had called her name but he remembered knowing that deep in the pit of his gut he knew that something was wrong. The air shifted and he sucked in a breath as she slowly turned around and his entire world turned on its head. There was a scratch on her face, her eyes were cloudy and there was a smudge of dried blood on the corner of her mouth. A mouth that had dealt kind words and wisdom to any and all that had needed it. Her eyes used to be warm and full of life and now...they were flat and black. She wasn't there anymore."Mom?"A low, reedy moan welled up from her throat as she started to come toward him, mouth agape and an expression akin to those he'd seen earlier. Hunger. His reason battled with itself but in the end she died and he carried her body to her room and pulled the covers up and over her head, watching as the blood blossomed on the blue sheet. Choking back a scream of grief he removed himself from the house, locked the door behind him and walked back into a world he no longer recognized.Running a hand over his face he shakes the memories and night terrors away, seeing the light outside his tent and realizing he had made it through yet another night he taps the hide of the sleeping dog beside him. They both groan as they get up and change. Today is the day. They're going with a scouting party to find better accommodations just as the other party had done only they hadn't returned yet and although no one would say it people were getting worried. It took him a few minutes to break everything down and fit Sundance's vest on him before he started walking toward the benches, gnawing on some jerky."Well, this oughta be fun..." The words were mumbled and the dog beside him glanced up, tongue lolling from his mouth. In truth he was going because there was nothing else to do and it sure as fuck beat sitting here baby-sitting with his thumb up his ass. Truth was he didn't mind the kids so much anymore but he wasn't a kid-friendly person. He swore too much and had a tendency to not mince his words like the rest of them and that usually resulted in bawling children.
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HAL MERCER
Posted: Jul 17 2012, 10:38 AM


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It was early and it had been early still when Hal’s day had started. He’d woken early, though through no conscious choice of his own, and decided to get an early start on things rather than wrestling with sleep. Fortunately, these days, he was more than used to getting up and carrying on after little to no sleep and was even, to some small degree, alright with it. When sleep finally found him it would come in fits and starts and would rarely last more than a couple of hours but, truth be told, these days Hal preferred to remain awake as much as possible, if only so he could keep an eye on his boys. Two teenagers and a pre-teen had been difficult enough to deal with when all he had to worry about were things like drugs and underage sex, now he had to factor in the walking dead and a lot of people wandering around with guns – hell, his two eldest had guns of their own. It was pretty much every parents worst nightmare and he had been left to deal with it entirely on his own. He could only hope things would get better once they found a more permanent home, somewhere safer, more secure and less exposed. It was a long shot, trying to find somewhere away from the city that was still habitable, but at this point they really had to do something. The fact that other group hadn’t come back yet after was concerning, though it was a concern he tried to keep to himself.

As far as he knew, he’d managed to sneak out of his tent without waking Tyler – knowing full well that the head-strong eleven year old would want to tag along if he knew what was happening. The hope was that the trip wouldn’t be too dangerous and that they could mostly avoid any unwanted attention from walkers but the truth was something entirely different. There were more than enough walkers roaming the woods and the countryside to be a cause for concern and he definitely didn’t want to put his youngest in harms way. Propping himself up with a hand on his cheek, he continued looking over the maps, silently wishing they still had coffee. God, what he wouldn’t have given for a steaming hot mug of coffee and a bagel... but then, there were a lot of things from his old life that he missed and it was better off not starting down that road. With a shake of his head, full attention was returned to the maps, a finger idly tracing various routes while he silently weighed up the pros and cons.

As sunrise neared, movement around the camp drew him from his silent study and he found himself looking up in time to see Cormac approaching. Hal gave the other man a slight nod in lieu of any vocal greeting, before standing to stretch his legs. By this point, he was pretty sure what route they should take, all he needed was to wait for the others to emerge and they could get started on their way.

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Charlie Ellis
Posted: Jul 17 2012, 11:02 AM


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Charlie had to admit, that when the world ended, she hadn't particularly been thinking of long-term survival. No, when it came right down to it, she wanted some peace for herself and her brother, even for a short while, and that didn't happen either. The whole reason that she and Kale even came to the Lost Boy camp was the need to get away from the buildings of downtown Houston, and part of her wished that she had thought ahead. Why? Because they were in the open, the trees were the only shelter, and anything and everything could come wandering right up to a person's tent.

That's one huge reason why she didn't necessarily feel the need to take up a separate place to live from her brother. Maybe it was craven and cowardly, but she couldn't be very far from his side, not when they've lost everything else. But… the day was breaking, and with it? Hope.

So waking up to the sound of dragging footsteps outside of their tent, she peeked her eyes open, to see her brother across the way, thankfully at rest. He looked so relaxed and content when he was sleeping, but she knew that the coming day was going to be a hard one. Together they'd planned to help go off in search of this farm, as she'd heard whisper of, and though she wasn't exactly sure what they'd find, if they found something good, they'd share it together. And, alternatively, if it was bad? They'd be on the run again, together. It was the way of the Ellis twins.

Pushing herself up to sit as she unzipped her sleeping bag, Charlie kicked off the end and got up, moving at once to poke at her brother's shoulder. "Cmon Kaley… it's morning. Means we've gotta go." With that, she grabbed one of the few remaining cereal bars they had, set it down beside his sleeping bag, and then grabbed another for herself and ripped it open as she slipped from the tent. Stuffing the bar into her mouth and holding it with her teeth, she hurriedly made a messy ponytail and she moved towards the other two people waiting, her plain t-shirt and jeans clean, but rumpled from being so-obviously slept in. Tugging the food from her lips, she nodded at one and then the other, then turned back to wait for her twin. "It's a good morning for a little trip," she said quietly, eyes still on her tent.

Hopefully… this wouldn't be a short and nasty trip.

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PETER BRACKMAN
Posted: Jul 17 2012, 04:17 PM


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Like most of the people living in this new world, he thought things would be taken care of in a few days. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Sunrise, sunset. And unlike a few people still living in denial, Peter realized that it was going to take a hell of a long time before things got back to normal. If ever. Eight months, give or take, according to the person who still had a calendar. Eight damn months. Yeah, things weren't going to get any better. But he wasn't about to rain on everyone's parade and go around being a cynic. Wasn't his way. He only showed that side to the people he truly cared about.

Dennis, his brother, was one of them. And he wasn't going to go with him today because his brother, God love him, was lazy. He was also...yeah. Lazy. He wasn't going to wake him up to go on this little excursion to find some place better. But yeah, he agreed with the rest of the Lost Boys. They needed to find somewhere different. Somewhere safer. He didn't fancy a zombie ripping down his tent and being a midnight snack for a ravenous, decaying zombie.

He awoke with the morning sun and kept on the rumpled flannel shirt and pair of jeans which now sagged on him. He wasn't enjoying buffets like he used to. Man, what he wouldn't give for a big, fat juicy steak and a cold beer. And a good shave. Peter rubbed his hand against his face and sighed. Oh well. Off to it.

Walking to the meeting place, he nodded at the various others who were going to find them a new place to live. They knew him well enough by now to know his silence wasn't arrogance. A good thing too. He was running low on paper and pens.
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CHARLOTTE COWELL
Posted: Jul 17 2012, 09:13 PM


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Charlie had always considered sleep for the weak and now with the world ending and those zombies after them she hardly slept through the night anymore. If it wasn't for the nightmares haunting her, it was a complete other thing that would wake her up. Tonight it had been the quiet before some of the went off to go find a new place to call home. She had volunteered just the other day, knowing that she needed to do something with her life and not wind up in this stupid tent for the rest of her life. The ground was uncomfortable as hell and she always feared another one of those damn dead bastards would come and try to rip her head off while sleeping. Yeah, they needed to get up and out of her quickly before those things happened to find their way to them.

So there she was, having woken up bright and early, running on two hours of sleep (something she was used to by now) and had packed up her belongings. Not that she had really unpacked to begin with considering she had wandered for a while until meeting up with the group so everything she ever had was stuffed in that sack and her bat was always in arms reach. No way was she going anywhere without her life support. This bat had saved her life many times and she needed it if they were trekking through lands they were uncertain about.

A part of her hoped they found this place sooner rather than later because she didn't want to deal with the undead anymore than was absolutely necessary. She was sitting on the ground, bouncing the end of her bat on the ball of her foot, waiting for everyone to show up. People started showing up slowly and she was surprised to see she was the youngest one thus far.

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TYLER MERCER
Posted: Jul 18 2012, 07:46 AM


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It was early morning and every other morning would have had him rubbing his eyes and trudging around camp aimlessly. But this morning, Tyler was on a mission. He woke up as soon as he heard his dad rummaging around the tent, but his groggy mind did not begin to function until a little after Hal Mercer left. Then Tyler sat up, extricated himself from his sleeping bag, and quickly dressed in what he thought would be the best clothes to get dirty and whatnot. He was going to go with the group today; he didn’t know exactly what the group was for, but he was going nonetheless. Maybe he’d tag on a little bit then head off in his own direction, toward Mom’s hospital. If no one saw him.

He peeked his head outside the tent he shared with his father. His brothers slept in another tent, so he didn’t have to worry about waking them up. Luckily, his father was nowhere around. The sun was just rising and his mind told him that it was too early, but he resisted crawling back into the warm sleeping bag and instead crawled outside the tent, sat on the sheet-covered ground that served as a commonplace between the two family tents, and pulled on his hiking boots. The whole time he found himself trying not to glance at anyone, because the more secretive he looked, the more they would look, he knew.

Tyler didn’t know where they were going or what they were going to do once they got there. No one told little kids things, and he was fairly sure everyone would look at him weirdly if he began to ask. So he didn’t, just moved his way over to the stump of a log set up with others around a campfire. This particular campfire was ‘out of the way,’ of sorts, as few people walked by it, and those few who did walk by would probably not even worry about a kid sitting there trying to blink sleep from his eyes. He was blinking, yes, but he was training his ears on something much more important than the normal sounds of everyday camp, and his blinking was just intense as he focused. He could faintly hear the group coming together, swore he would know when the group headed out so he could follow them.

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CHARLEY COOPER
Posted: Jul 20 2012, 03:25 PM


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It was early, but early hours didn't bother Charley, as long as she got a cup of coffee in. Sadly, she didn't think there was coffee to pass around. If someone had some then they weren't sharing it, and she couldn't say that she blamed them.

Her eyes were focused onto the top of her tent. She heard people rustling. She'd been awake for a bit. In some small way, she knew if they could find a place to hide it would be safer for them. Yet, in some other way, she thought about her brother and dad. Were they alive? She didn't know, and she found herself crying herself to sleep lately. She was terrified of the unknown and wanted nothing more than to have them near her. It had taken her a lot to come to the decision to go with the group and search.

Her nights had become sleepless and restless. She was hindered with thoughts of her dad and brother. Not only that, but fear of a zombie finding them in the night. She was so scared of them finding camp. When she did find sleep it was always filled with nightmares of being eaten alive. It was these restless nights that made her come to the decision that they really did need to find a place to live safely or at least semi-safely.

The sound of Charlie trying to wake her brother up had Charley sitting up and poking her head out of her tent. "Morning," she spoke quietly.

She stepped out of her tent and probably looked as tired and worn out as she felt. Her clothes were rumpled, but she didn't complain about little things - things that before all of this she would have made a fuss over. Rubbing a hand over her face, she gave Charlie a tired smile. "Need some help waking the big bear up?"

Yawning quietly, she glanced over at the others that were starting to form a circle. "I don't have a lot of provisions left, but I will bring them just in case." She squatted down near her tent and grabbed a small backpack she'd found. She made sure to toss whatever food she had leftover into it, which wasn't much at all, but if something happened and the group got split up they would have a little something to eat.

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HAL MERCER
Posted: Jul 20 2012, 03:59 PM


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The waiting was vaguely reminiscent of his time as a professor, that first three of four minutes of class before everyone finally settled down enough to start paying attention – well, ok, in his classes it was more like ten minutes and more often that not he engaged in the ruckus and discussion with his students. All he was missing was a piping hot cup of coffee. A mental note was quickly made to look for coffee, honestly, he wasn’t even sure how he’d managed to survive so long without it – or anyone else for that matter. From the looks of the people slowly making their way towards the tables, no one had gotten a decent nights sleep in weeks. Hopefully that would all change if they could find somewhere a little safer. Some were still milling around by their tents, while others were waiting patiently for someone to offer up any sort of plan. And that was where he came in.

Though it wasn’t much of a plan and it was based on maps that were a good few years old but, he supposed, it was better than picking a random direction and starting walking, so it would have to do. He gave it another minute or two, his eyes drifting back to the tent he shared with his youngest son, fully under the belief that Tyler was still sound asleep. With the slightest shake of his head he returned to the task at hand. “Ok,” he started, again feeling like he was stood in front of a class rather than a rag-tag group of apocalypse survivors, “I’ve been going over the maps and it looks like heading north, maybe slightly north-west is the best way to go.” He paused for a moment, a hand rising to scratch his cheek. “There’s plenty of farms that way, so we should hopefully be able to find some supplies if nothing else.” A finger tapped idly on the map still laid out on the table where he had been sitting. It was odd being in charge, though he tried not to think about it – it was different from teaching because the people in front of him were looking for him to tell them what to do rather tell them what he knew.

Pack enough food and drink for a day, as well as guns and ammo.” Though they hopefully wouldn’t need guns. Hopefully. “We’ll head out as soon as everyone is ready.” With nothing else to say, Hal picked up the map from the table and folded it, placing it safely in his jacket pocket before grabbing his backpack and pulling it over one shoulder. As soon as everyone was ready, they’d leave.

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KALE ELLIS
Posted: Jul 20 2012, 08:55 PM


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Kale hadn't had a good time of it. To be honest, there was almost never a night when he didn't have a nightmare. But he was getting good at hiding it. He was crying out less and less, as Charlie surely would have noticed by now. The memories were no less raw than they had been, but it seemed that he was getting better able to hide it.

His nightmare had happened earlier on that night, and it had left him exhausted. Luckily he did not wake Charlie with this one, waking up in a cold sweat, with a gasp, but no scream. Not like before. He woke to find Charlie peacefully asleep, and he smiled lightly and reached across, smoothing a wisp of hair out of her eyes gently as he did. Kale was rarely openly tender with anyone.. but.. well.. with Charlie it was different. They'd always been close, and they'd only gotten closer with the experiences they'd gone through.

He lay awake for a good while after that, staring at the top of the tent and memorizing the stitching. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face again. His waking nightmare. Eventually, though, his eyelids had drooped and her dropped, for once, into a dreamless sleep.

His sleep was a deep one, with no nightmares. He slept with no shirt here lately, for comfort more than anything against the sticky quality of the nights. Texas was notorious for its warmth, and one got little relief even when the sun went down. He was just grateful they had an enclosed tent to sleep in, otherwise the mosquitoes would be unbearable. He was dead to the world, normally a light sleeper, especially lately, and even with Charlie's voice, her shaking him awake his consciousness struggled to cling to the relief of slumber. He dragged his eyes open with a light groan, looking up into her eyes with light blue ones. His hair was mussed, mouth barely agape as he stared dumbly up at her for a moment. But then it came back to him. The camp was moving today. They were going in search of a new home, a safer home. He sat up, rubbing his eyes with a groan. He was aware as Charlie opened the tent flap, and he pulled a t-shirt on silently, glancing up to notice Charley standing there, talking to his sister. He gave the younger woman a half-smile and a nod, before he pulled his socks and boots on. Everything was packed and ready to go except the bedrolls they had slept in, luckily. He rolled up his and stowed it too, grabbing his pack and his shotgun, clicking the safety on for now. His extra ammo he kept on his belt, in a bag.

He glanced to Charlie as she spoke, and he nodded curtly. "Let's just hope this trip will be a safe one. I don't fancy putting you at risk. Though I know it's more of a risk, being out in the open like this." His voice was quiet, and he spoke to Charlie. His sister had integrated with the group better than he had, though he knew that he was holding her back to a degree. He didn't mean to, but she had been so worried about him that she couldn't bring herself to leave him for long. It was good, then, that she had made a friend in Charley. As for him? Well, he wasn't wanting to get close to anyone again. Not yet.. not with so much at risk.

He looked to the leader as he spoke, silent and stoic as usual. That much rarely ever changed.
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CHARLOTTE COWELL
Posted: Jul 22 2012, 06:47 PM


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Guns? Charlie hated packing guns. It gave away noise that was unwanted when all she wanted to do was kill the bastards and get on with it without attracting more attention. So as much as they wanted her to be packing a gun, she was sticking with her baseball bat and she hoped they didn't put up too much of a fight with it. Her bat came in pretty good handy and had kept her alive thus far and she wasn't going to exchange it for a gun. They could use guns, she wasn't going to stop them. But she simply nodded her understanding, having already everything the leader was saying to pack up. That was the great thing about her: she was always prepared.

As she sat there and listened, she looked around, noticing the humble group of people she was going to be traveling with for a day. They seemed to be good people, people that were useful in this sort of thing. Maybe if she could convince everyone, they could check out the local houses on the way back to hunt for some canned food. She had found out early on that the canned food tended to stay fresh a lot longer than the food one got in containers or wrapped up. But that was because the canned didn't let anything in, nor did it let anything out.

Funny enough, the leader mentioned stopping in the farms to check for food and supplies. Perking up, she raised her hand, waiting for a nod or something before saying anything. "If we do that, I suggest we go for anything canned food wise and look for water bottles and the like. It helps."
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WICHITA DYERS
Posted: Jul 25 2012, 07:28 PM


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This was going to be the most exciting day of her life.

If anything, Wichita was already more familiar with the area she had placed herself in once the world had ended. The Lost Boys managed to bring her in despite a real lack of any skills -- blame her mother for that -- but she was willing to learn. Maybe that's why they were so generous. Maybe that's why the hadn't pushed her away as suddenly as she would have imagined someone would. This would be her giving back to the community, her being able to tell them thank you for all that they had done for her. If they needed help, then Angela Dyers would be there in order to see it through.

Waking up was the hardest part, really. She was getting quite used to sleeping in now that the humidity had gone away and finally the air had a slight chill in it. She managed to find a blanket, a thin one but it worked enough, to cocoon herself into. Poking her head out, she squinted her eyes at the bustling and slowly dragged herself from her area on the ground. She straightened her clothes and pulled her hair up into a messy bun, then made her way outside to see the tiny group already forming on one end of the camp.

Carefully making her way there, Wichita gave brief waves to some of the kids that walked by her, her real friends so far in the camp, and went on her groggy way to the group. He was pointing to a map, and her head tilted in order to get a small glimpse of it. Farms were a bit foreign to her, but she had to ask at least someone in the group. Quietly, she looked around and whispered, "If it's a farm, do you think there'll be cows there?" She hadn't ever seen a real cow. It wasn't exactly on the priority list, but she would've liked to see a live one.

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TYLER MERCER
Posted: Jul 26 2012, 11:45 AM


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Tyler sat still, scarcely daring to breathe as he tried to hear what the group was saying. He was close enough to hear snippets of conversation but not close enough to hear everything. As it was, they were deciding where to go. And what to get. Ty bit back a yawn as he rubbed his eyes of the last bits of sleep from them. He tilted his head to hear more of the conversation but immediately put his head back to its original position. He didn’t want anyone getting any notions of him doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing. Thankfully, no one had, as of yet, come his way. But with this lack of hearing everything, Ty was getting worried. How would he know exactly what way to do if he couldn’t hear anything?

Besides the fact that he was awake, Ty put on his best sleepy face, ruffled his already ruffled hair, and attempted to look sleepy. Then he got up and trudged over to his father where he stood with the other grownups. He rubbed his eyes sleepily as he leaned into his father, pretending to have just woken up. He wasn’t really tired, of course, but the adults had to see that he was. Instead, his bright eyes caught sight of the map, and he searched frantically for the hospital.

In a tired voice, he wrapped his arms around his father in an attempt to hug him. “G’mornin’ Daddy.”

Where were they going? He couldn’t tell from the map, only that one woman had asked about cows. Were they going to a farm? Were they going… they shouldn’t have been going to a farm. They would be going too far! He had to search for Mom! Whatever, he could still search for her. “Where’re you going?”

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DELILAH WULFE
Posted: Jul 31 2012, 07:20 AM


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Delilah was itching for a move. She could really only take so much of wandering in the woods and taking the occasional trip into the city. She needed something more to do with her time. So as soon as word started going around that they were planning to take a trip north, Del signed up right away. She was handy with her weapons, and knew a few things about tracking. She was useful that way. However, she did think it'd be a smaller group than what they ended up with. With the kids thrown into the mix, it was all feeling very field trip-y. Most of them were smart enough to figure out when to hide and be quiet. That was more than she could say.

Sleeping on the ground for so long had put her back all out of sorts. She got out of her tent and stretched, hearing the vertebrae pop as she sighed in discomfort. Maybe they'd find somewhere a little more habitable. Camping was fine for a few weeks. A few months was a little much even for her. The cabins were usually reserved for families. She couldn't be greedy and snatch one up for herself. Delilah wasn't that heartless.

Once her knives and other tools were strapped to her belt, she shouldered her rifle and a small backpack. It was better to travel light on these little outings. As she approached the campsite, she saw that people were already there, including Cory - her main victim of torture. The whole situation was getting better and better.

She caught the tail-end of their conversations. Farms and cows. Delilah folded her arms. "It'll be just like Little House on the Prairie." She said, Cajun accent thick in her words. "Always did love that show." A farm probably was their best bet for supplies at the moment. The city was almost dry by now, and most homes had been abandoned a while ago. A farm was good, as long as the livestock hadn't brought walkers.

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HAL MERCER
Posted: Jul 31 2012, 08:08 AM


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If he was honest, Hal was already regretting the idea – it was going to be long and, odds were, it was going to be dangerous – but it needed doing. There was really no point in living the rest of their lives sleeping in tents in such an exposed location, it was really a small wonder that they hadn’t been forced out of the campsite by walkers by now. Everyone seemed to agree that they needed to move on, if only for the sake of solid wall and the promise more supplies. Whether they’d find either remained to be seen – for all they knew the farmland they were heading towards might have already been pillaged by other survivors or, worse, overrun.

And hand in the small crowd raised and again, Hal couldn’t help but be reminded of his former profession. He gave the girl – who he was almost certain was called Charlotte – a slight nod, she spoke. Nodding in agreement, he spoke again. “Right. We need things that won’t spoil; cans, bottles, dry food. And any medical supplies we can find.” So far they had been relatively lucky when it came to medical supplies – no one had been sick or injured save for Harper’s son and that other boy who’d disappeared without trace – but that didn’t mean that they wouldn’t need them in future and Ruth could always do with more for the make-shift hospital she was trying to set up in the city.

The next question came from a girl whose name Hal couldn’t quite remember and, for a moment he paused to consider it. It had been Harper’s idea that they found a farm and made it work, but it had been eight months, there was really no telling if anything had managed to survive that long without help. “If we get lucky we might find some animals still alive – it’d definitely make life easier, but it’s been eight months...” Yeah, probably best not to get anyone’s hopes up but, god, the idea of being able to eat steak again was a good thought. Though the good mood was short lived as an all too familiar figure appeared. “Hey, Ty, you’re up early.” He said, a hand ruffling his youngest sons hair. He had hoped to have left by the time he woke up so they didn’t have to have the awkward conversation about why he needed to stay behind. The inevitable question came and Hal had to stop himself from sighing. “We’re going to look for a new place to live. We’re going to be gone for a day, maybe more, so I need you to stay here with your brothers, ok?” Something told him it wasn’t going to be that easy.

Right, everyone ready?” The hope was that they could set off before Tyler had too much time to protest. Even after eight months, he could still live in hope of something being easy...

[[ I think I’ll start a second thread and skip some of the aimless wandering, so we can get to the fun action stuff – but until I get that sorted, feel free carry on posting here. Also, for the sake of continuity, if you’ve signed up to be part of this plot, please make sure you’ve posted here at least once before joining the second thread. There will be zombies soon! ]]

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