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Post by MELANIE ORTIZ on Oct 21, 2014 4:54:51 GMT
a small yawn escaped her lips. waking up as if none of this had really happened. her eyes glanced at the strange surrounding and she knew this wasn't a bad nightmare. how she ended up here was a long story. she had managed to find a small house in more of the rural area. close enough to the town that it was decent walking distance. up until this point she had been sleeping in abandoned cars, at least the safer ones. she knew it was dangerous and if she could she would of slept in the trunk, seeing as it was safer then the back seat. she figured she had to make a home. honestly she didn't know what to do. the last group she had been in had been destroyed.
it was almost too good to be true. when she had found the house she had been running for what seemed like days. she had been searching for food in the woods when a group of zombies had shown their dead faces. without thinking she just ran. she couldn't believe the house was empty, finally she had caught a lucky break. after blocked the entrances with whatever furniture she found laying around, did she finally settle down to rest.
she must of been fairly tired, she didn't know how long she had been out. it was rare to feel somewhat safe in this world. she found a couple of cans of food, but she knew she would need more. especially if she was going to stay here for a while. grabbing her bag and her weapon she made her way out of her temporary shelter. | 
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Post by TRAVIS CHURCH on Oct 21, 2014 14:35:09 GMT
So wear me like a locket around your throat...
Travis and the rest of the Alphas had all gone out for a supply run. Only the strongest of the small group chose to go alone. Travis was the type of man that only felt slight comfort in numbers. In his mind, too many people meant that they were more likely to attract attention. On top of that, numbers were only useful for larger hordes which he could typically outrun before anyone could kill more than a few of them. He was strong enough to handle two or three at a time, if he was careful.
He had been making his way through the woods and came upon an old church building. It looked empty, for the most part. At least, that's what he suspected until he saw a woman emerge from the building with a weapon in hand. He drew his bat and let out a quiet breath. Usually people were crazy, but every now and then he could come upon a person that was still sane. He didn't call out to her, being wary of drawing the attention of the dead. Instead, he edged closer until he knew that he was well within ear shot.
He ran a hand through his unkempt hair and spoke in a quiet tone "Hello there, do you need any help?" It was Travis's standard question for new strangers. Usually, it turned into them either leaving as soon as he approached or trying to rob him. While he had never killed anyone by his own hands, he had been known to lock people in supply closets while he escaped. Only once had someone died because of him.
As soon as the old memory began to encroach into his mind, he shoved it far back into the darkest corner, hoping to never think of it again. The thought made him sick. People like him don't last long. He knew that. But he knew that not all people had to be bad. The only examples he had anymore were the Alphas and himself.
I'll weigh you down, I'll watch you choke...
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Post by MELANIE ORTIZ on Oct 21, 2014 16:05:54 GMT
she was glad the church wasn't very big and that she found a small house a few feet away from the church. if she had to guess, it might of belonged to the priest. the way the house was simply decorated and the bibles all around the house, but she could of been wrong. or maybe it was the key she had found and instinctively taken along. she was surprised that the door to the church was unlocked, but she still tried the key and it fit. if there was something in here, she didn't want to lock the door behind her. if there was anything on her mind, it would be finding ways to escape. tucking the key away she slowly stepped inside. she was glad the sun was out. it would of been rather hard to see. she walked quietly. inspecting each row of pews as she walked by. maybe she was over cautious, but not checking could get you killed. she had seen that way to many times and she wasn't going to go down just because she was taken by surprise.
she had entered the church in search of anything that could be of use to her. honestly she didn't know what she was going to find. it was a church. she doubted she would find any food or medical supplies, but it was worth a look. she liked to have small stashes around her.she really wasn't that strong to carry everything she found. she figured hiding it away was a good way to keep things for later on. perhaps someone thought the same way and they left some supplies hidden.
the thud could be heard across the room. she had neared the back halls, where the priests office was located. the noise had startled her. she had been lost in thought, imagining about those non existing supplies. she called out softly. all she heard was shuffling, and the familiar sound of the undead. she tried the door, surprisingly finding it locked. she wasn't about to open it. she headed out, not before grabbing a couple chairs to block the door. she placed the key on the podium and made her way towards the exit.
not even a couple stairs down was she greeted by a voice. she should of stayed home. it was obvious the girl was not fully alert. she stayed quiet, her eyes glancing over him as her hands remained on her side. she knew better than to try to fight another living being. he looked friendly enough. eventually she found her voice, though she was ready to run if she had to."im fine thank you."she continued to watch him as she stood her ground."can i help you?" |
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Post by TRAVIS CHURCH on Oct 21, 2014 19:23:56 GMT
So wear me like a locket around your throat...
Travis was not only stunned by her formal answer and pleasantness, but quite pleased. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel like he had to have his guard up. "Um, no. I guess you can't help me." He gave his answer as he closed the gap toward the mysterious woman. "Did you find anything useful in there?" He had serious doubt that she did, considering that she was leaving it unattended. After all, it was just a small church. The likelihood of there being anything of great use in there was slim, but it could act as a fine shelter if needed. The relative calm he felt was different, and he knew that he should raise his guard again, and be more alert and keeping watch for the dead.
"My name is Travis, by the way." He introduced himself out of habit, and formality. He knew that a lot of people in this world today went by first names only. Sometimes their family name was all they had. Sometimes they made up their first names, sometime they didn't give any information at all. But this woman seemed so... out of place. Majority of people that Travis came into contact with weren't quite so helpful. Usually it was confirm that there are no bite wounds first, check for hidden weapons, and then ask questions and names. Of course, he liked this way better. But it confused him quite a bit. She hadn't even raised her weapon at the sound of his voice. Maybe it was because he sounded so human, even from a distance.
'But still, you can't be too careful.' Travis didn't entertain the thought long, and kept his hand off of his weapon. 'She's just another survivor like you, Trav.'
I'll weigh you down I'll watch you choke...
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Post by MELANIE ORTIZ on Oct 21, 2014 21:42:01 GMT
you could tell that melanie wasn't the one to act all tough. even if she tried she felt like she would break character. she didn't have to act tough if she ran for it. as she studied the man before her, he seemed to be friendly. he was asking questions first and he didn't seem to make any movements that he was going to attack her any time soon. maybe he was just one of those wandering merchants. though they really didn't accept money now a days. if you wanted something you had to trade for it. if he was he was lacking in cargo. it was to soon to make any assumptions at that point.
he walked closer to her and despite wanting to run. she calmed herself down and stayed put. she had to remind herself that not every living being was out to kill her. she shook her head at his next question."no, not really. it would make a pretty good shelter, though i think someone's in the office. doors locked though."she told him as she brushed stray locks away from her face.
honestly this wasn't normal. their interaction. it was a quick word or two. getting to the point and then moving on. or simply avoiding all contact. she wasn't expecting him to introduce himself. she stuck her hand out towards him. she couldn't remember the last person she had given a handshake to."melanie. i promise i won't hurt you, if you don't hurt me."she figured she'd get that out in the open, so she could relax a bit.
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Post by TRAVIS CHURCH on Oct 21, 2014 22:31:29 GMT
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Travis was 100% shocked and tickled to near death when she extended her hand. "Wouldn't dream of hurting you, Melanie." His voice was shaky with laughter as he shook her hand. Once he let go, her put his hands on his knees and bent over with laughter. "You'll have to forgive me, dear, this is just so absurd. When was the last time either one of us shook hands with someone?" He looked up at her as his laughter began to die off. She probably thought he was insane. He straightened back up and cleared his throat. He didn't want to seem totally off of his rocker, so he looked back towards the small church that he had seen her come out of. She had said the office door had been locked and it sounded like there was something in there.
"So that something in the office, do you think it was a walker?" If it was just a walker he could easily break the door and kill the damn thing. But only if it was one. How big could could a pastor's office be? And just how many walkers could that one office hold? His thoughts circled around and before she could answer. "Walker or not, we could probably handle whatever it is together if you want to raid the office with me?" He extended the offer, unsure of how she felt due to the way he acted just moments ago. His sides still hurt from laughing, and it was probably the best feeling he had felt in a long time. Travis had almost forgotten what his own laughter sounded like. Deep, rich, LOUD. Maybe that's why people didn't laugh. It dawned on him very suddenly.
"I was being too loud. Shit." He didn't bother looking for walkers. If there were any close by, they were headed his way. He glanced at Melanie and then began heading inside for the time being. 'Maybe I am crazy.' He thought to himself. Or stupid. That was a possibility too.
I'll weigh you down, I'll watch you choke...
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Post by MELANIE ORTIZ on Oct 21, 2014 23:47:50 GMT
they said laughter was contagious and after getting over the initial shock of him just randomly laughing. she caught herself laughing. how long had it been? when meeting a stranger wasn't so bad. at least you didn't have to be afraid that they would kill you and take everything from you."i don't know, i've lost count."she said in a joking manner. the last ounce of her wanting to run away in fear had vanished. it wasn't everyday you bumped into a stranger and made them laugh. the crazy ones would already be laughing and words wouldn't of have been spoken."its alright, im glad i could brighten your day, even if it was just a bit."she said with a small smile.
how long had they been standing out here. she had began looking around. hoping their laughter didn't attract anything. when she had made her way down here, the road had been pretty clear. she turned her attention back to his question."i doubt it was anything alive."she told him honestly."why?"she asked him curiously."i mean, are you that curious to know what's behind door number one?"she was always avoiding certain situations. if she knew she could avoid the walking dead she would.
she bit her lip. indecisive getting to her. she might as well. maybe there was something of use in the office. she heard turned toward a rustle of bushes. had their laughing attracted something. surely they weren't that loud. she stood still watching as a squirrel came running out. she must of been holding her breath as she slowly sighed with relief."alright, lets go. before you attract anything else with your laughter."she teased, since she had laughed as well, but clearly not as loudly as travis.
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Post by TRAVIS CHURCH on Oct 22, 2014 0:43:51 GMT
So wear me like a locket around your throat...
Travis was relieved when Mel followed him into the small church, sensing her unease even through her teasing. He wasn't keen on being outside. He realized she was flushed from laughing with him, following her statement about having a brighter day. "There aren't too many bright days any more, so you gotta take what you can get." He looked at her out of the corner of his eye with a crooked smile on his face. After Mel entered into the building completely, Travis shut the door with quiet haste. He got out of the light of the doorway and turned to face Melanie with his back pressed against the wall. He knew that as long as the dead didn't see or hear them, they would be fine.
Sinking down to the carpeted floor below and let out a sigh and a very quiet chuckle. "We can just sit for a few minutes and wait to make sure they pass before trying to break down a door." He suggested, leaning his head against the wall. His thoughts went introspective as he realized that this was probably the first time he'd ever stepped foot in a church. His old girlfriend had been devoutly Christian. He would have given anything when this first all went down to have done this while she was still around. He knew that in his heart of hearts that she was still alive. She had always been too smart and to emotionally strong to give up or die easily. And if there was one other thing she was, it was stubborn.
He sat in silence for awhile, trying to remember certain things, like the way she smelled. Travis took in a deep breath and smelled nothing but stale air and the faint smell of death. He sighed and then looked up, the smell triggering him back to reality. He wished there was a way for him to get lost in the memory, but he knew it was too distant.
I'll weigh you down, I'll watch you choke...
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Post by MELANIE ORTIZ on Oct 22, 2014 18:54:11 GMT
she followed him up the stairs. not looking back once as she hurried inside. it wasn't anything new to her, well at least the part of the church she had searched. she smiled and nodded at his comment. it was true, she couldn't remember a time she felt happy, well at least in this world. sure she had felt relieved when she found a safe place to stay or when she found a can of food or two. it was silly to think of the past, the past wasn't going to come and save you. though the memories were nice.
she simply nodded at his words. doing the same she sunk to the floor making sure there was plenty of space between them. just because they had agreed not to hurt each other, didn't mean they were best friends now. she liked to have her own personal space and she figured her would as well. she adjusted her bag as she hugged her knees, her chin resting on them. she could of told him about the key, but he seemed like the kind of person that asked too many questions. besides she wasn't really sure if the key would work on that lock. she figured she'd stay quiet about it. it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. she didn't hear anything, but she didn't want to get ahead of herself so she waited for travis to stand up before she would as well.
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Post by TRAVIS CHURCH on Oct 23, 2014 0:29:07 GMT
So wear me like a locket around your throat...
Travis and Melanie sat in silence for what felt like hours, but it was probably no more than ten minutes. He glanced over at her occasionally, she had her knees hugged tightly to her chest and her head resting on those knees. Keeping her distance, she seemed to be thinking about something. He didn't ask. It's not that he didn't care, or anything. He just didn't know her from Eve and really didn't need to be prying into her personal thoughts. He stood and dusted himself off with a determined air about himself. "Sounds like our friends outside have disappeared," he looked Melanie's way and gave a sheepish smile. "Wanna see if we can't get this door off of the office?" He hoped it would be easy. If he had a screw driver, it would be VERY easy.
Come what may, he could get the door off by either being crafty or with brute strength. The problem was, even if he got the door off and there was a walker in there, would Melanie be willing to take it down on her own? Surely she must, because she was still alive. No one is that lucky anymore. "Lead the way." He said, gesturing with his hand in front of him, considering he had no clue where the office was. Then again, it was a small church, it couldn't be that hard to find.
I'll weigh you down, I'll watch you choke...
Note: I'm sorry it's short. I have a lot going on <3
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Post by MELANIE ORTIZ on Oct 24, 2014 19:20:17 GMT
she looked at him and nodded at his words. at least about the zombies going away. that should teach them to be careless and loud. she honestly couldn't believe what happened. it wasn't everyday that you just start laughing with a stranger. it might of been a bit careless of them, but she felt normal. even if had been just for a couple of seconds."sure, its this way."she told him as she quickly untangled herself and stood up. dusting herself off as she walked towards the direction of the office."the office seemed fairly big, maybe there's another way in. if we can't knock down the door, maybe we can find a window and climb in?"she gave suggestions as they walked. she kicked the door, causing the dead inside to scratch at the door."i only here one, it shouldn't be much of a problem to take care of it."she told him with a nod."so, how were you planning to get the door opened?"she asked him curiously.
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Post by TRAVIS CHURCH on Oct 25, 2014 23:23:47 GMT
So wear me like a locket around your throat...
Travis watched Melanie as she led the way to the pastor's office, talking softly as she went. Her suggestions were valid, but the thought of going outside discouraged him some. Especially considering they had just had a close call. He smiled slightly and said "With as loud as we just were, I'd like to try to avoid going outside if we can. We'll try everything inside first." Travis let a quiet chuckle slip out, and watched Melanie kick the door. The dead that were in there scratched at the door, curious of the sound that was on the other side. Any type of sound to a walker was a type of dinner bell. The thought made him quake inside, but he shook the feeling and came back to Melanie's question.
"Well," he began "I'm hoping with some brute strength I'll be able to just kick the door in. But if not, I can see if I can pry it off the hinges. As long as you're comfortable taking out whatever is inside that office, this should be simple enough. If neither of those options work, we can start looking for another door." His explanation, though long, seemed sensible. At least, he thought it seemed sensible. But, it may sound ludicrous to the girl before him. The young man walked closer to the door and started examining it. It was a solid wood, but seemed pretty thin. The type of lock on the door, as long as it was just a single handle lock and not a deadbolt, should be relatively easy to break too.
He backed away from the door, planning on giving himself a bit of a running start before kicking at the lock. Although he had never done a B&E back in the day, he had always wanted to. Travis almost felt giddy about the prospect of what he was doing, especially since now it wasn't considered breaking the law. His green eyes shifted over to Mel and he smiled. "Whenever you're ready, just take your weapon out and we'll get in there." He just hoped she was a good shot.
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Post by MELANIE ORTIZ on Oct 28, 2014 17:07:49 GMT
he had a point. they had come out so unexpectedly. though it wasn't everyday your laughter brought on a hoard. honestly the only thing people did any more seem to get mad or cry. they never laughed anymore. not like they had a reason to laugh. she nodded when he said they'd try everything to open the door from the inside.
she had kicked the door in hopes that nothing would stir inside. of course the scratching had begun. it sounded like one."you wouldn't happen to have a small mirror would you? we could slip it under a bit too see how many z's there really are."honestly anything small and reflective would work. she crossed her arms and stood on the opposite wall as she tried to think of some ways to open the door. she looked him over when he said he might be able to kick the door down."don't hurt yourself in the process."she said honestly."maybe breaking the door knob?"she shrugged."right. break the door and get out of the way."she told him with a small smile. she wasn't particularly one for killing, but it had to be done.
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Post by TRAVIS CHURCH on Oct 29, 2014 2:58:48 GMT
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At Mel's mention of the mirror, he scoffed a bit. It was a great idea. The idea of him having something reflective made him laugh. Even the most vain people surly didn't carry around mirrors anymore. None the less, Travis began digging around in his backpack. "I wasn't scoffing at your idea. It was brilliant. I was scoffing at the idea of people keeping mirrors on their person." He felt the need to explain and justify as to make sure that she didn't harbor any bad feelings or resentments toward him. The last thing he needed was to leave his life in the hands of someone who could possibly hold ill will for him. Although, Melanie seemed fairly trust worthy, Travis didn't know her well enough to say he trusted her. Nor did he expect her to understand his train of thought. She wasn't a mind reader after all.
She had also suggested to door nob. It seemed pretty simple. He made a passing joke and continued to examine it. "Don't happen to have an old credit card with you, eh?" It was a lame joke, but he proceeded to look for something similar anyway. When his efforts proved fruitless, he turned to face Mel and smiled sheepishly. "I'm pretty confident in my door breaking abilities. Despite never having broken one before." Another lame joke. Man, they just keep rolling in today. "Did you happen to find something reflective?"
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