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 By the color of fire, we'll set you free, Seagrove, 11:42, Winter 2014
Grace Sterling
 Posted: Jan 8 2018, 11:04 AM
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The cold wind sent a chill up Grace's spine as she and her companions pushed on, their boots softly echoing with every step along the cracked and overgrown pavements of Seagrove. The wreckage of cars, scattered and twisted, marred the urban landscapes around them and empty windows stared soullessly out at the small party as they pushed onward.
The chill of winter coursed up through her spine and she couldn't help but shiver and tighten her knuckles around the pistol grip of her Recluse. Despite how many awful situations she had been in with this gun she just could not let it go, it was too useful. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and cold sweat soaked her palms.

Grace found herself questioning why she had agreed to come on this run but then she glanced over her shoulder and offered Paul a small smile and remembered why, he had pulled her through so many truly shitty situations and she trusted him and Kinley, Annabeth was an unknown quantity. Looking around the town she could not help feeling a wave of melancholy over take her, once upon a time this place was full of life and now only ghosts clung to it's shattered doors and empty window frames. Rolling her shoulder Grace came to a slow stop, her eyes scanned the horizon of scattered residential buildings with a frown as she spoke softly. "I suppose this is as good a place as any to start searching, right?"

Annabeth Richards & Kinley Faris & Paul Volkland      Ridge Road, Seagrove     January 2014 11:42

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There had been a reason she had decided to come along on this run, but as Annabeth tugged the collar of her jacket up higher, in tighter, she wondered why she had talked herself into this. It might be winter, but being where the trees could break the wind was better than this. At least that was what her mind was leading her to believe at the moment. The trees of Uwharrie might offer a bit of a reprieve, serve as a wind break, but cold was cold, didn’t really matter where one was.

Annabeth knew it wasn’t the cold she had to be worried about, as her gaze shifted sideways to scan one of the wrecked, abandoned cars. She had not been this far east; at least not in over three years and when it came to searching for supplies there was no telling what one might find. What one person might think ridiculous or useless might could be used by someone else, except it seemed, medical supplies. Everyone always grabbed them no matter if they needed them or knew what they were. She hadn’t had a need for much of the sort over the past three years, but now, she was settled somewhere and with people. People needed things, supplies. Hell, she wondered if it would be better to find a bookstore or library and look for a book on natural remedies and the like, which would come in handy considering they weren’t making Tylenol anymore. She let out a sigh, her breath rushing out in cloud of steam.

That had been why she had decided to come along on this run, books. Yes, she could have told one of the others, or at least Kinley, what she wanted but Annabeth kind of wanted it to be a surprise. Something she could show them that she was serious about sticking around and helping the community.

The car held no offerings and Annabeth returned her attention to the small group: Grace and Paul she didn’t really know and had only had the one meeting with Paul, which as far a first impressions went, Annabeth was still unsure. There was something about him that she could not quite put her finger on. Then there was Kinley, who she had met three years ago. There was no denying the fact that she was glad she had stumbled upon Jack that day, that they were all still there in the forest and that they were all still alive and safe. The life they had made for themselves, in the trees, was something she had never considered. Grace’s voice, low spoken words pulled her from her thoughts, and she nodded in agreement.

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LMAO Blondie you said 'might could' and I was like 'Yul, she's from the south'
the sound of my heart pounding
tells me theres still hope
Kinley's eyes swept over the landscape, barren in the way winter often was in the middle eastern states. The building and roads were abadoned, showing the signs of three years neglect, and atrewn with the debree of the initial outbreak panic and the destruction that followed. The state of the town was nothing new - most places looked this way or worse since the outbreak - but it was different in the forest. As the years passed, the forest grew denser with plants and leaves, and the lack of foliage on tree limbs brought on by the cold of winter made the whole world look more austere.

She kept pace with her three companions, watching them for signs they couldn't handle being out here, waiting to see if any of them - despite good intentions to be helpful - needed to remain behind in the future. It was an odd group for Kinley, two were people she knew but had to reacquaint herself with. Annabeth had been with them at the beginning of the outbreak, but she had left early on and it had been years since she had seen her. Grace Kinley had known for years before the outbreak, but she hadn't seen her since dead people began walking. Paul was an entirely new quantity. She trusted them all as people, but some were built better than others to cope with the new reality they lived in. It was the mental component that worries her more than they physical, they were all strong or they wpuldn't have last as long as they did alone out there, but it took a certain strength of mind to be able to look past the person who had once been and kill the walker that now was. The flip side to that was making sure they hadn't cracked under the strain of past events and become crazed killers. She was pretty sure none of these three were psychopaths, but sometimes a feild test was more telling than the interviews they gave on first admission to Shajara.

"I suppose this is as good a place as any to start searching, right?" Kinley stopped, looking around the town ahead. It was quiet, which meant little. Could be there weren't any walkers in the area... or there could be forty of them trapped and dormant inside the little church a block ahead. She tugged at the brown scarf she had wound around her neck, head and face to protect herself from the biting chill the wind added to the already cold day. "I suppose so, let's spread out, see what's here." Notibg general agreement from all parties, she liftes the end of her scarf, tucking it into place again across her nose and mouth. Her usual smile was gone, a serious expression in its place. She pulled one of her large shaped knives - a khukuri - from it's sheath on her back and began to move with quiet purpose around the side of the building, intending to circle it before entering. In the alley, between the buildings, a noise made her pause. It didn't come again, so she continued. Then the noise came again. Frowning, she tugger her scarf down again and called over her shoulder to the others. "Guys, I think I've got... something here." She just didn't know what. The sounds were coming from a dumpster, a growling accompanied by the rattling of the metal container and its heavy plastic lid. It didn't sound human, nor walker. She didn't know what it was, but it sounded pissed as hell that it was stuck in the dumpster.





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OOC: hey Grace Sterling & Annabeth Richards maybe we should go ahead and skip paul for now? TW is on a little haitus i think

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The outside world felt like the jaws of oblivion, looming over the small party relentlessly waiting for them to make a mistake. Grace could feel her nerves fraying as she nodded to the others and began to pick her way across the street, nudging car doors open with her boot and checking any bags within reach, always making sure to be within earshot of her companions and of course their leader.

Grace could feel the lump in her throat as she pulled another car door open, her knife in hand and her rifle pushed aside. She waited, holding her breath, to see if the corpse in the driver's seat would move and when it did not she plunged the wicked blade into it's skull with a sickening crunch and hauled the corpse out of the car onto the road where she began to search it, hands scrabbling into gore coated pockets in search of anything useful and coming up empty.

Just as Grace began to scramble into the car to grab the bags she heard Kinley's voice call out, breaking the silence and her heart froze. Was something wrong?
She quickly withdrew from the shell of the car, the rusted suspension creaking discreetly as she holstered her knife and pulled the Recluse back up, pushing towards the source of Kinley's voice as calmly as possible.... then she heard it, the growling and rustling. "Any idea what it is?" she asked softly as she came to a halt about a foot behind Kinley and to her right, Recluse trained on the dumpster and finger on the safety. "Cause it sounds really, really unhappy..." and as the last few words left Grace's mouth her voice cracked, betraying the fear bubbling beneath the determined surface.

Annabeth Richards & Kinley Faris      Ridge Road, Seagrove     January 2014 11:42


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