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Post by Evan R. Morgan on Dec 9, 2014 5:18:02 GMT
It had been a hard year for Evan Morgan. He had traveled slowly but steadily over time. His movement from eastern New York back to his beloved Dixie was excruciatingly slow going which had been absolutely infuriating for the former Ranger. Bigger groups of survivors he had no desire to try and trust had made tracking down a good rifle impossible and trying to get to stores had been pointless as every place with a decent population was ridden with the undead. This simple fact pissed Evan off more then anything. He longed to make it home to his basement full of gear and supplies were safely hidden and locked away. Home.. where his beautiful custom magazine fed Remington 700 sniper rifle chambered in an effective and accurate .308 winchester with a threaded barrel ready for a silencer and Leupold scope that he could see a Zombie coming from a god damn long way off. Or a Person or a deer for that matter. Deer jerky would be a godsend. As it stood he had been subsisting on what ever he could find. MRE’s he’d tracked down at an abandoned National Guard Armory along the way had fed him for a while spacing out the calories... one could easily subsist off a single package a day. Apart from that, canned soups, whatever small animals he could find and manage to kill, and various forms of aquatic life. Summer had been great for crawfish, muscles and other fish. At the moment though Evan was sat 20 feet up between two trees in his hammock surveying his gear and the state of it as well. It was shaping up to be a decent day, he’d found some potatoes and carrots recently and was looking forward to enjoying them later.
(This is an open thread)
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Post by Alexis S. Walsh on Dec 9, 2014 6:59:45 GMT
It had been a few days since Alexis left the security that was Gameland but being what some called a Bounty Hunter it was her job to go out on supplies runs or to find humans to fight against the zombies in the pit. Something like this should make her question what she was doing and who was she spending her time with but as long as she stayed at Gameland she was safe and no zombie was killing her there. That was why she didn’t mind heading out into the forest for a few days to see if she could find anyone to bring back with her. Most of the other bounty hunters, as she heard through stories rather quickly, simply raided a haven and took who they found. Alexis though why not sweet talk a few people to follow her back to Gameland if it was possible? She wouldn’t become attached to anyone she found living in these woods and if she found a zombie well that was what she had her baseball bat for. There were also still a few days’ supplies in the backpack she carried thanks to Gameland and she was going to meet up with some other Bounty Hunters in a day’s time. She knew some of the men didn’t expect her to make it on her own but she was determined to prove them wrong. All they knew was that she was the new girl with the baseball; no one knew she killed her zombie fiancé nor did they probably care. Everyone now had their personal horror story to tell. It wasn’t long before she decided to take a rest next to tree so she could get her bearings before she started to move again. So far either this forest had no people in it or they were extremely good at hiding.
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Post by Evan R. Morgan on Dec 10, 2014 2:36:16 GMT
Two 32oz bottles full of water, some random preservable food, a titanium spork, extra couple of pairs of underwear and socks and t-shirts. The other random tools and supplies he'd maintained like the rain fly for the hammock he was currently in were still rolled up and put away. Evan was thankful to this day that his father had been wealthy AND loved camping. The quality of the gear he'd managed to get away with was outstanding. Names like Arcteryx and Kuhl's and Eagle's Nest Outfitters were embroidered across various pieces of equipment. He still longed for things that said Matthew's Solocam and Remington firearms instead though. He carefully and meticulously repacked his gear in his backpack because as he had learned long ago piss poor preparation produced piss poor performance. Make good habits and then when you need to access your gear quickly and efficiently you'll have no issues. Once the bag was zipped up and properly closed he clipped it on to the nylon straps holding his hammock to the tree and laid back for a minute and relaxed while reflecting on the state of things. He'd been hanging around what was previously eastern Tennessee for the last few months. There was plenty of random cabins and other functional spots to be secure and comfortable in and he was familiar with most of them from he and his father's many trips down the Appalachion trail when he was younger. The choice had proven quite fruitful as he'd been relatively effective given his low number of encounters with the walking dead and he'd been able to get acquainted with the monks in the way stations and the population of hillside. He'd met a few of the military personnel from Sanctuary but hadn't bothered to venture down to the area. His plan was still to head south west and get to his home.
He heard the crunching leaves and frost a few moments before the person came into view below him. The bright blonde locks of hair were the first thing he saw. She was pretty and obviously had been athletic most of her life. She had the bearing of a rookie bounty hunter from the few that he'd observed. You could always tell the ones that had taken up the profession a couple weeks after the first night from the ones that had started months later. There was something darker about the long timers.. a look in their eyes that he had seen in many of his fellow Rangers in Afghanistan.. like they had seen the worst of the world and come back from it. Those people almost always looked at the average person with disdain because they just couldn't grasp their experienced horrors. These days it was less common because everyone had seen horror... She stopped underneath him and he slowly lowered himself down from hammock, holding on and lowering with one arm and drawing his knife with the other. He let go when she had slightly passed him and rolled into a crouching position right behind her.
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Post by Alexis S. Walsh on Dec 10, 2014 4:28:22 GMT
Being part of Gameland was both a blessing and a curse. What Alexis liked about it was that she was around a group of people who could easily protect themselves from zombies or any other group dumb enough to try and raid their spot in the mountains and she was somewhat valued there. When this all started, Alexis spent over a month mentally yelling at herself for picking such a dumb major. Finance?! How in the world was that going to help her now? That couldn’t help construct anything nor could it help her gather food. Yet Gamleand turned that all around for her. They were all about gambling and keeping track of their money and that was where Alexis’ strength shone through. It took a little bit for them to trust the new girl to help with the money but Alexis told them she didn’t have to touch the money, she just had ideas how to manage it. It seemed to put those who had been at Gameland the longest at ease that she wouldn’t be touching the money but she was still sent out for the past few days. That didn’t bother her either because it was nice to get away from the lodge for a bit because there was only so many times she could explore the area. She had become an expert though on the booby-traps around Gameland and managed to memorize where they were once she was shown what exactly to look for.
She should have known that she wasn’t alone in these woods. Alexis had been alone for far too long and she knew that there were plenty of people still wandering about by themselves or in small groups. And did she look like much of a threat? No but she did have her baseball bat with her. Alexis had started walking away when she heard a soft thud behind her. It was instinct by now for both her hands to be on the bat in a matter of seconds hearing something suspicious. And she pivoted quickly on her left foot before she swung so she at least wasn’t swinging blindly at whoever was behind her. Her swing was hard and fast but she failed to make contact with him and that frustrated her. Good thing she turned around too because it seemed the man who surprised her had some sort of knife and that sort of weapon he had to get close to her. At least with the bat she might be able to keep him a few feet away.
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Post by Evan R. Morgan on Dec 10, 2014 4:55:07 GMT
The bat passed over his head at a speed so alarming it made a whistling sound. Little lady had some experience with that hunk of wood and not just a little. Probably years of of experience. Clearly she would be dangerous if she got a hit in. There were a few ways around that like quickly getting inside her guard and removing the ability to swing the blasted thing but Evan wasn't exactly looking to fight. He had decided a while back that unless it was a reaper or someone adamant about killing him he'd refrain from taking his blade to them. There were few enough humans in the world now without reducing those numbers more. The zombies already had the upper hand in terms of numbers and the simplicity of growing their forces (the human side just had to lose some for them to gain some) and Evan didn't like humanity's odds as of now. Better to reduce the zombie numbers then the people ones if possible. He took a quick step back and a foot outside her range when fully extended with the old louisville slugger before holding his hands up. He wasn't going to drop or sheath his blade just in case just hopefully put her a little more at ease, "Easy now ma'am... you could hurt some body swinging that thing around like that. If I was half as bright and slow to react you'd have taken my head clean off. Now I don't mean you any harm sort a harm so if you could lower that thing it'd be much appreciated"
He slowly slid his knife into the sideways sheath at the small of his back keeping his eyes on her and one hand up palm facing her just in case he needed to block or ease his fall as he moved out of the way. When he heard the click signifying that his knife had returned and locked back in its sheath he brought his right hand back around and extended it towards her, "Evan Morgan... Nice to meet chu Miss...?"
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Post by Alexis S. Walsh on Dec 10, 2014 5:20:25 GMT
The only thing that stopped Alexis from being frustrated that she missed her target was that the man seemed surprised at how fast she could swing the bat. She loved seeing that look because people suddenly realized that getting hit with that would probably result in death. And the bat has definitely saved Alexis’s life on numerous occasions. It was probably the best thing she took from her apartment because finding a weapon now would have been a pain. She probably would have been stuck with a knife and while those were handy, she wouldn’t want to kill a zombie with one. She didn’t want to get closer to those things than she absolutely had to. Alexis watched the man in front of her, obviously taller than her and could most definitely take her in hand to hand combat. She was only slightly amazed at what this zombie infection made her think of others now. Could she take him? No. Could she take him with a baseball bat? Her odds were much better. “That was my goal. Did you drop out of a freaking tree?” Southern boy that much was obvious by the accent and even though Alexis didn’t want to, she lowered her bat, keeping it in one hand now.
Alexis kept her eyes on him as he put away his own weapon and only then did she relax her stance a bit. She was still ready to fight or run at a moment’s notice but now that they both agreed to set down their weapons, her heart rate slowed. “Alexis Walsh.” She said introducing herself to Evan as she shook his hand. “So you’re living out here?” He had to a Nomad. And damn would she be able to make some money in Gameland if she could bring him back to fight zombies. She would actually try if she had some other bounty hunters in the area but right now talking with Evan was just fine.
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Post by Evan R. Morgan on Dec 10, 2014 5:51:26 GMT
Calculating. That was the only word for the look in her eyes. She was weighing odds for different scenarios rapidly for a few seconds. She'd clearly been some sort of math wiz before the first night and that had only carried over and evolved into an intense sense of self preservation. The girl was a surviver. He knew the type, hell he was the same way, but Evan was pretty sure her brand of survival was a little bit more here and now and a little less long term and big picture which could be dangerous for both of them. He'd have to put some serious distance between himself and this spot after they split ways in case she decided to come back with friends. He knew even with the bat it would be a quick movement to get inside her guard, jab a few shots to her swinging shoulder to reduce her ability to maneuver the bat and the attack her throat eyes and knees. She'd be immobile quickly if he followed through but he honestly didn't want to hurt her. What purpose would it serve? He had no need for her bat and it would be smarter to make an ally amongst what was surely one of the denizens of Gameland. "Yes I dropped out a tree. Best way to surprise game. I've actually killed a couple deer that way. Great for trading supplies and food. The jerky from last one kept for a long time thanks to the monks that helped me dehydrate it. You know what they say, a country boy can survive." He grinned a lopsided boyish grin at the pretty girl in front of him.
He took her hand and his smile held. It was small and dainty but calloused from hard work and lots of use gripping the bat over the years. It was an interesting combination that was strangely comforting to him. The idea that something so beautiful and delicate looking could really be so strong, and hearty and survivable was a strange thing to find hope in but it kept Evan smiling for a bit. "Well Miss Walsh I'm glad you've decided not to keep swinging for the time being. Personally I feel like theres few enough humans left that it doesn't make much sense to reduce that number more... unless its a reaper and those sonsabitches can rot for all I care. Crazy bastards." He ignored her question about his living situation on purpose. He didn't trust her enough with that kind of information nor with anyone really. He still needed to prepare some more before heading back to Alabama and his home. If she became a friend he wouldn't mind taking her with him. It could be fun to have a friend along and the girl was ridiculously easy on the eyes. His eyes widened as he realized he was still holding her hand but paused for a moment to examine it before letting it go and reaching back around himself to his pack. He pulled something soft and brown out of a side pouch and held it towards her, "Speaking of that last deer I killed... I kinda took a spin at making things with the hide with some help from the monks. I made these gloves first and they're actually pretty nice... just several sizes to small for me. They oughta fit you though. Give'm a try. Peace offering?"
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Post by Alexis S. Walsh on Dec 10, 2014 6:27:09 GMT
Evan was definitely one of the closest people she had met to her actual age, she could guess he was possibly a few years older than herself and he definitely wasn’t bad to look at. All the men she had run into at Gameland had 10, 15 maybe even 20 years on her but she was hoping as word spread about this area that maybe more people would show up. Alexis wouldn’t mind having more people her age around this place as long as they were useful and Evan definitely seemed like a man who would be very useful to have around. It honestly wouldn’t surprise her if he was trained in some branch of the Military she would just wonder how he wasn’t recruited or taken by the Military commander at the sanctuary yet. So maybe it was best if he was an ally right now instead of someone she would send fighting to the zombies. At his comment about a country boy surviving, Alexis raised an eyebrow at him. “Sure they do. Just remember this girl from New York still almost took your head off with a baseball bat for dropping out of that tree.” Alexis said not wanting to fall for that stupid grin on his face. He didn’t have to know she went to the University of Alabama or ended up living in Tennessee.
Those southern boy manners Alexis would never get used too. Being called Miss Walsh when all she wanted to be called was Alexis. She got that it was the polite thing to do or whatever but she much preferred her first name. And the way he was still smiling at her? When was the last time he ran into a woman out here in the forest? Alexis would guess that it has been a while. Oh was that his opinion about the human race? Good thing Alexis wasn’t about to tell him what she was out here doing or this conversation was about to get real awkward real quick and she might have to use her bat again. Alexis did see his point but she also liked surviving and not being thrown into the pit. And that meant helping Gameland with their finances. “Yeah those reapers really have a sick take on the world.” Alexis noted. She never paid much attention to the so called religious cult just knew about them. And that if she ever ran into one to get the hell out of there or she was as good as dead. He was still holding her hand and Alexis was about to mention it when he pulled something from a side pouch. Gloves? A Peace offering? This man really hasn’t seen a girl in a while. “If they fit my hands, you and the monks both have to work on your glove making skills.” Alexis told him grabbing the pair from his hands, looking up at him momentarily before gently leaning her bat against the tree so she could put on the gloves. The gloves fitting perfectly; even fitting on her left hand where she still wore her engagement ring. “And you want nothing for these?” Alexis asked making sure that these were a genuine offer.
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Post by Evan R. Morgan on Dec 11, 2014 3:00:06 GMT
Survivors of the First Night and its aftermath were an eclectic group. Evan had few actual interactions with the living outside of the monks and the people interested in trading and generally favored avoiding people all together because placed in a crap situation people usually made crap decisions. Even worse they were often selfish decisions and while Evan was a realist about such things and couldn't much fault people for putting themselves and their survival first... He wasn't particularly interested in putting himself in a situation where they might have to choose between subjecting him to some heinous things and improving their lot in life or just letting him be. He felt it best to just not force them into making that sort of choice because 10 times out of 10 if they didn't have the choice to make in the first place they sure as hell weren't going to make the choice to screw him over. So why, you might ask, did he make the choice to drop out of the tree and talk to Alexis, this girl, who was obviously a bounty hunter and could reasonably be faced with such a choice on his behalf? He couldn't tell you apart from it felt right. Hopefully years later, if he survived that long, when you asked him if he'd do it again he'd say it was all worth it. In the mean time he said, "Well Miss Yankee you make a fair point... I'll have to remember to watch where you swing that thang in the future. I personally like my head attached to my shoulders." He winked at her and then looked at the gloves he'd handed her to try on.
He smiled as the slid on a fit... well like a glove. Less weight in his pack and maybe it'd get him some good favor from her later on... besides it was cold this time of year and she was walking around with her hands exposed. Cold extremities means reduced dexterity and in this day and age not being able to handle your weapon of choice properly meant you'd probably end up as lunch. "I made it from left over hide mostly to trade honestly. I didn't figure they'd be big enough for me even when I started." He reached out and gently grasped her wrist turning her wrist too and fro and examining the fit. The gloves looked good on her and hopefully she'd get some good use out of them. "You're correct Yank. No charge. Enjoy and keep smilin that pretty smile of yours."
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Post by Alexis S. Walsh on Dec 11, 2014 3:53:00 GMT
Alexis knew that being a part of Gameland meant she was around humans a lot more than some people were used to. She got to hold regular conversations and sometimes, briefly even feel half way normal. Conversations about how much were won that night in the pit or who got what from a raid were suddenly a normal conversation for her. No one talked about their past life only maybe what their career used to be if it provided to be useful. Those who majored in the arts and music she believed died off rather quickly because they had no skills to give a new safe haven they joined. Alexis was all about self-preservation and if someone risked that then that person had to go and go quickly. It was why she wasn’t even thinking about trying to take Evan to Gameland by herself right now. But he seemed to like her; at least his smile showed that he did so she had the upper hand there. “Don’t be sneaking up behind me then. I usually don’t miss my mark.” Alexis told him with a smirk. And she could thank the multiple years of batting practice for that.
She knew that by accepting the gloves that sometime in the future she might have to help Evan out. It was how the world worked now. Sure, it might be a peace offering but in order for this to work between them this alliance thing, Alexis would have to play nice. “And you’re giving them to me?” She said tsking at him. “You could probably get a pretty good deal out of these. Most people probably forgot to bring clothes for the colder weather.” They were hers now; Evan definitely wasn’t getting them back. But she was indeed thankful for them. When she grabbed everything out of her apartment, even though she remembered clothing that was essential she hadn’t remembered gloves. These would definitely help her out now. Alexis couldn’t help but laugh lightly as he told her to keep smiling. Was he trying to flirt? “You’ve obviously been by yourself for a long time if a pretty smile is all it takes.” She informed him but still smiling all the same.
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Post by Evan R. Morgan on Dec 11, 2014 5:36:32 GMT
The girl was dangerous, deadly even. There was a predatory athleticism in her stance, gait and figure. She was like a powerful jungle cat ready at all times and it spoke to something within Evan on a primal level. It was the first time since he'd lost his parents that he'd just actively wanted someone to stay alive. He wanted to see her again and to know that she was alive and safe and well if for no other reason then to keep seeing her smile. "I'll keep that in mind. Now that we're acquainted and such I'd hope I wouldn't need ta sneak up on ya." The smirking and smiling was infectious. He hadn't felt so refreshed in a while. It was nice to meet someone he didn't feel the need to be so gruff with. "After all I'd hate for you to actually land a hit with that thang and the feel bad about it later." He winked at her. Why was he being so personal? It was rare to trust someone in these times... Why her?
He took a slight step back and nodded at her, "Yes I'm givin'm to ya. Now stop askin already. I know what I could get for'em and the simple fact of the matter is, realistically, I can always make more. Thats the beauty of learnin useful things. They're useful." Evan pulled a piece of deer jerky out of his jacket pocket and tore some off with his teeth. It was a good flavor though he still wasn't exactly sure what the monks had seasoned the stuff with he was thankful for their dehydrators none the less. Preservation of protein rich foods like meat was a god send that helped keep him going instead of having to use his worst case scenario training and eating weird shit like bugs and questionable plants. "I've been alone on purpose. Individuals tend to be acceptable... taking myself and you at the moment as an example... Problem is a person likes to seek the company of other persons and then you get whats called people. And people are stupid, dangerous, panicky animals that I want nothing to do with." Evan rubbed a hand over his face and then scratched the back of his head before sighing. "You I find acceptable Alexis. And I really hope that don't change.. for a long time into the future. I'd hate to think I was wrong about the feeling I get that you're one of the few worth while people left on this god forsaken shit hole we call home."
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Post by Alexis S. Walsh on Dec 11, 2014 17:51:03 GMT
The man in front of her was definitely a survivor to make a journey by himself. Alexis could not imagine how she would have reacted if she hadn’t found the people she did when she did. She would like to think that she would have put up a fight at least but without food or a supply of water she doubted she would have made it far. This past year she learned a lot more about herself and how she could survive on simple rations and what water was good to drink. There was no way Alexis the financial investor was the same Alexis that stood before Evan and she was strangely okay with that. It meant she was still alive. “Well I don’t see how we will not sneak up on one another. It’s not like I can call you to tell you to meet me here. We’re most likely going to run into one another.” Especially if the man was going to stay up in the trees while Alexis was on foot looking for people to take back to Gameland with her. “That is if you’re staying in the area.” She added. He could very well be here today and gone tomorrow. Alexis knew how these people worked; never liked staying in one area for too long. “What makes you think I would feel bad about it?” Alexis asked once again with a smirk on her lips. She only swung the bat when she felt threatened and knows he knew she knew how to swing. If he got hit it would be his own damn fault.
“True, it’s always good to have a trait that people find useful.” Makes them less likely to kill you. But Evan had already expressed how he didn’t like the idea of humans killing humans. Yet he had to know it was going on. At Gameland they weren’t technically killing humans. Some of them won the fights against the zombies but in the end the zombies always won, somehow. But he might not know of Gameland because of his lack of human communication and Alexis knew how Gameland wasn’t talked about that much. Who would want to talk about that place besides bounty hunters? “Yet if you get a good group of people together all with a certain set of skills who all want to remain alive, you’re going to stay alive. Maybe one of those people can even make a pair of gloves that are the proper size.” Alexis said teasing Evan. Really was she actually being playful? She wanted to tell him that you get rid of those panicky animals and yes, some morals might have to be thrown to the side but it was all for the sake of staying alive. She saw her chances of survival go up when she was around people. Oh honey you don’t know me, Alexis thought when Evan told her what he thought of her. “I’m glad I gave you a good first impression. Hopefully you won’t think any worse of me as you find out more about me.” Alexis told him as she ran a hand through her hair. He definitely wouldn’t be happy if he ever found out she planned on bringing him to Gameland.
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Post by Evan R. Morgan on Dec 12, 2014 2:44:17 GMT
The little lady made a valid point. Thing about the new world order is that on the whole technology had been royally screwed. Realistically if you had a pair of satellite phones and a generator or some other way to keep them charged you could communicate pretty well but there wasn't any real system of mail or fast communication. It struck Evan odd how upset he was by the brief flash through his mind that he might not ever see this girl again. It bothered him intensely. Strange though because they had only just met he felt something different about Alexis. Only time would tell though. "You're right unless of course we make plans to meet somewhere in the near future. Say like the trading post in three days?" He smirked a little leaving it open. She might say yes or she might not. Only one way to find out. He laughed out loud at her smirk and sassy attitude. The girl was a fireball for sure and Evan was intrigued, "You'd feel bad cause its me and now that we know each other you and I both know you'd hate to be completely rid of me. Admit it! This is the most fun conversation you've had in a long while." This was, again, a maybe maybe not kinda situation. So far it had been a gamble with this girl and he'd been coming up sevens with no regrets. Hopefully the trend would continue and she'd keep the end of that blood stained bat to other people so he could keep his blade in its sheath. It'd be a terrible waste for both of them if this conversation went that south that fast.
Another valid point to yankee. Evan drew some lines there though because the kind of people who would help you stay alive because you were useful would only continue that way until you stopped being useful and there was always someone who could replace you in some way. It was a way to live for a time but always making sure you were one step ahead of the group got tiring after a while. Going solo was simpler. Treat everyone you meet with a certain level of respect and you tended to make a lot more friends and a lot less enemies. When people were determined to be enemies though it helped to carry a bit stick, or a big knife, or a big gun, or a big rock... really anything bigger, badder and more effective then whatever they had. Didn't matter if it was by an inch or a mile... winning's winning. "I'll give ya that darlin... Just do me a favor and be careful with all that. The kinda man that'll keep ya round cause your useful is the same kinda man that'd feed ya to the wolves or more likely these days the zombies if he felt so inclined. I'd hate to see that happen." A grimace followed that particular thought and statement. Really would be a waste of what seemed like a strong and intelligent young woman. Didn't hurt she was hot as hell too. "I'm hopin you don't turn out bad myself. Like I said I get the feeling you're worth while... I don't mean perfect or saintly... Hell nobody but them monks can really be shoved in that category. Just... ya know? Worth the time to get to know." He sniffed a little and scratched the back of his head again. He probably sounded strange or maybe a bit lame but it made sense to him. There was just something about Alexis. He shrugged and cocked an eyebrow and gave her a half smile.
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Post by Alexis S. Walsh on Dec 14, 2014 5:05:23 GMT
It would have been so much easier than she had given herself credit for in the beginning to get Evan back to Gameland. The man was already making plans to see her again, at the way station, which was closer to the entrance to Gameland than this blasted forest was. Honestly, those rough older men was going at it all wrong with kidnapping people. Evan would probably defend himself pretty well against a group of bounty hunters but eventually be taken and Alexis could easily get him there without any force. Too bad she already made the decision to keep him as an ally. "I guess I can make my way over there in 3 days time." Alexis told him with a smile. She would have something to trade by that time and make sure the trip was useful. The trip would definitely not be taken just to see Evan, at least she would keep telling herself that. "Sure this conversation had been fun, hun but does that get rid of zombies? I don't think so." Alexis wanted to admit that she couldn't remember the last time she talked so freely and the conversation wasn't based solely around survival even though she kept bringing it back that way because it was what she was used it. And the last person she called hun? It slipped through her lips so effortlessly as if she didn't just meet Evan.
If he knew the people she worked with, he probably would be worried about her safety but Alexis knew she was worth more alive than dead. At least at the moment. She had the money system for Gameland in her head, nothing was written down and she told people what to do. She hadn't wanted anything written down so someone else who they wanted in her position could take the job. And eventually she would charm those in the positions of power so they liked her enough that those men who didn't want here there couldn't do anything about it. Did Evan just really say a man would feed her to the zombies? She couldn't help but laugh. "Funny thing about men...even in this zombie filled world they still love two things: gambling and women. And seeing that I help their gambling addiction they won't harm me...for now. As for the other, even if I was about to swing my bat they would probably still be looking at my curves." Alexis admitted to Evan with a smirk. A blonde with a baseball bat and she was sure a man would still be looking at her chest. They really were simple creatures. "Now don't bring out that knife again. I already calculated my chances with you. They weren't in my favor. I'm definitely not a saint, just doing what I can to stay alive." Alexis told him holding up her hands to show him she had no plans on taking him to Gameland.
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Post by Evan R. Morgan on Dec 15, 2014 3:42:31 GMT
The way station was a common stop for Evan Morgan. He'd actually been planning to head there in a few days with some of the stuff he'd gathered and made. The monks were always looking to make trades and they'd become decent tradesmen out of necessity. A nice bed, a hot meal, and some of their hand crafted supplies were always a blessing to a nomad. Evan was particularly fond of the pine scented soap they made. Showers didn't really exist anymore but if you found a decent creek and had soap and tooth paste and a basic toothbrush you could feel like a million bucks afterwards. They also brewed a solid supply of moonshine that Evan had appreciated on more then one occasion. When you'd seen horrors before and after the first night there were times when things were just too much to take and sometimes you just needed to kick back with a mason jar of the good stuff and get blitzed. "I was headed there anyway so I figure if ya show up... I'll see ya. If ya don't... well I'll probably just kick it with the monks and enjoy some of that rabbit stew they're so fond of this time of year. Can't eat rabbit in the summer time ya know? They get parasites." His beard was a bit itchy at the moment. He'd actually shaved the last time he'd been at the way station cause the monks had come into some straight razors and it was a bit refreshing at the time. After a few weeks out in the wild things had started to grow back in well and they hadn't quite gotten passed the itchy stage. Absentminded fingers scratched his chin for a moment. "You may be right about that. A conversation never stopped one of those damn things but it might have made you an ally at least. Next time I see you in need of help I'd be more inclined to provide it. You pickin up what I'm puttin down?"
Evan's eyes and ears scanned the woods around them for a moment. It had gotten more quiet since he'd first heard her moving through the under brush. He'd worried for a moment that it was that kind of quiet that meant something crappy was about to happen but he still heard distant chatter along with the sailing winds through the trees. It was a far piece from the silent stillness that signaled a predator about to strike and Evan was thankful for that small mercy. He wasn't in mood for zombies at the moment. His gaze focused more on Alexis' eyes again, "Darlin you and I both know curves or not the sad truth is theres a lot of shitty people that have survived all this because they don't have the law to answer to and they can do whatever it takes to survive. Now they may not hand you over to the dead but trust me when I say there are plenty things the living can do that are a lot worse then what the dead'll do to ya." He'd seen it time and again on combat tours. Women tied to walls being used and tortured at the whims of their captors. Yeah her curves would be just as much a curse as a blessing because they were sure to attract a bad sort of guy as much as the opposite. "Don't worry. Its staying sheathed. However, if you could gimme a minute, I gotta go get something before I can move on to my next hide." With that he turned and with a small just started hauling himself up the tree behind him up to his hammock so he could untie one side and start taking it down.
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