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Dead USA (DrTrollinski and Elwin)

Luna looked behind her to where the woman was in the distance. She didn't want to leave her to suffer but she would have killed or captured them. "Could we.." Luna paused, then opened her mouth again, but she felt stupid for asking. "I feel..I feel bad for..we can't leave her there." Luna blurted this. She knew full well they could indeed leave her there, as she was an enemy. "I mean..couldn't we take her and make sure she doesn't die..then I don't know, drive her away and leave her when she is better?" Luna put her head down. The woman was about the size of three average weight men. "Or maybe her group will return for her.." She muttered, dismissing her own idea. Luna's brain was mashed. She didn't know what was good and bad anymore. Phil had made it clear. They lived to survive. But where did empathy play a part? Or did it have no part at all?
 
".. Jacob... Go get her. I've got some questions for her, anyway. As much as she deserves it, she's been deserted there. She's got nothing left." He sighed a little and rubbed his forehead.


".. A pack of cowards is the most dangerous kind, Phil. You told me that."


"I did. And it's true - They're all cowards. They shit their pants as soon as things started going wrong - they think they can flash their guns around and try to get everyone to submit, but as soon as someone fights back they piss their panties and go running off with their tails between their legs. Go get her, bring her back." He said, gently easing the pistol out of Luna's hands. ".. It ain't much, but I've got you covered. Also... Make sure she's not conscious. We don't want her stabbing you, or something." He said, Jacob nodded and sighed as he walked into the distance to quickly grab her. If she was still conscious, he subdued her in a less aggressive way by hitting one of her nerves - it was quick and mostly painless. Whatever he did, he'd done it before. He picked her up and slung her over his opposite shoulder before walking back over to the other two.


Blood was running wildly from her knee and dripping down onto his shirt and pants, but he didn't care all that much. He'd grabbed her rifle and made sure that she wasn't armed with anything else, so that meant checking her boots, belt, pants, and shirt - retrieving a knife and pistol from her was the second luckiest thing to happen to him today. He covered up her wound with his hand to ensure that her blood didn't leave too much of a trail.


".. Let's just get back, man." He said.
 
(How strong is Jacob?! c;)


Luna winced at the woman's wound as blood dripped between the cracks of Jacob's hand. "Oh man..that looks so painful" She muttered, looking away. Luna turned to Phil as they started walking, confused. "What questions, Phil? Are we going to ask her about where they are holding up?" Luna started imagining over exaggerated scenes in her mind, mostly conjured from ridiculous horror films she had watched in her youth. "Please don't hurt her or anything. As right as you are about them probably capturing us and things..we aren't as bad as them. No where near."


Luna felt pleased that they weren't too far from the house. She felt shaken up and was desperate to see the rest of the house, even Beth. She realized how much of an asset everyone was to her. Simply from the general conversation to the affection she got from Clayton. It was all so precious.
 
(I suppose with how you described her, he'd be on the verge of dragging her :P )


".. I'll do what I can, Luna... If she's going to speak, that's fine, but if she's going to promise us and the kids death without telling us where it's coming from... I'll do something, but I won't cut her open or break any bones. That's a promise." He said, sighing a little as he looked at the woman that Jacob was near enough dragging. Jesus Christ. She was almost as big as himself - Who the hell was she? Steroids were obvious. There was no way that she got all of that body just by working out, it wasn't even humanly possible.


Greg ran out as soon as he saw them approaching, the rifle slung over his shoulder. ".. Christ, what happened?! I heard gunshots!" He said to them. They all looked rough, but the woman with them looked even rougher. Blood was gushing out of her wound, and that needed to be treated as soon as possible.
 
Luna stared at Greg as he rushed outside. He had no idea. She turned to Phil, ready to rush inside at their command. "Do I need to get anything or?" she said, feeling a little useless. If they didn't need her she would probably go and find Clayton and stay with him. Luna caught a glimpse of the wound and covered her mouth, grimacing.
 
".. Unless you've got anything you need to pack, then no. Help get everyone else ready to leave." Phil said, giving a curt nod to her. Greg looked over the woman a few times and then sighed.


".. Jesus Christ. Shit must have gone down." He said.


"We need to move out of this house, Greg, it's not safe. We need to get out of here and fortify some place." He said, Greg nodded in agreement and mumbled an 'mhm'.


"I know, I planned to get us all down to the Law Enforcement building before you guys went out." He said. ".. Who's the girl? I'm guessing she wasn't friendly, judging by the arrow in her knee." He stated in observation, scratching the back of his head.


"She ain't. We'll explain everythin' later, but get everyone ready to leave." He ordered, Greg turned and followed Luna back inside.


Clayton was sat on his bed in the room he shared with Clayton. Well, he was actually lying on it and staring up at the ceiling, in the phase of daydreaming and pondering to himself at the same time. He heard the gunshots and started to panic, so this was the best way he could think of to help get rid of that fear.
 
Luna rushed upstairs and turned to where Clayton was. She appeared at his doorway, nodding at him. "Clay," she said softly, leaning against the doorframe. "You all packed up?" She didn't bother to act flustered or show any kind of emotion to the previous events. She didn't want to startle him. "Also where is Jackson?" Luna asked calmly, still hovering at the door.


 
(Apologies for the short post, your characters are the most involved at the moment :P )
 
".. Yeah, dad told me that we were going." He said as he hopped off of his bed and pulled out his backpack from under the bed, slinging it over his shoulder. ".. Jackson's in his room. I told him to get all his stuff packed, too." He smiled simply and walked towards her, standing beside her. ".. Is everything okay? I heard a lot of gunshots." He said as he reached up and rubbed the back of his head.
 
Luna hesitated then smiled at the curious boy. "Just the usual turn of events in the town. It seems you can't go anywhere anymore." Luna started backing out the door, as she needed to pack. "Don't worry though, we will find somewhere eventually. That we can stay at and not be disturbed by crooks or walkers." Luna wasn't to sure about that herself unfortunately, it seemed they couldn't turn their backs for more than a minute before trouble hit the roof. "I need to pack up some of my laundry and stuff anyway. Maybe you should go check on your little brother."


Luna walked out of the room and headed downstairs, gathering her dirty clothing from around the house. She stuffed it into her backpack and paused scratching her head. Anything else? She sat on the couch and looked around at the array of bags around her. Dropped on the floor from her backpack was the little leather pouch that held the last two of a three set of throwing daggers. Luna felt a lump raise in her throat and she kicked the knives under the couch before heading back to where the commotion was.
 
Clayton did as she said and went to check on Jackson; he helped him get all of his stuff packed as well and let her deal with whatever she had to do. Clayton was actually quite excited about leaving and going to potentially a bigger and cooler building, but that could wait - he didn't know where they'd be going. Knowing his luck, they'd probably end up in the local Elementary school.


When Luna got outside she found Greg bandaging around the arrow in the woman's knee as best he could. He shook his head after inspecting it for a few moments and then looked up at Jacob.


".. It's clear, she ain't ever gonna' walk again. Even with a cane, it'll be hard for her to even stand - The best she'll be getting is a wheelchair, believe me." He explained. The bandages were being soaked with blood, but hell, it was better than nothing, right? Phil soon returned with Jacob and his own bag; he tossed one bag off to Jacob after taking the rifle from him, and then slung the rifle and the bag over his shoulder. He had enough ammo, maybe twenty or thirty bullets, which was more than enough if he used it wisely.


"We all good to go?" Phil asked.
 
Luna blinked in the sunlight as she stood on the porch. "How are we taking her with us?" She asked any one of the men who were willing to reply. She felt had when Greg said the woman would never walk again, but she remembered all the horrible things she was saying with her friends in the town. Disgusting things. Luna shuddered.


Beth stumbled out of the house sporting a large pair of sunglasses that covered about half of her face. She was carrying nothing, due to arriving with nothing - but hadn't though to help anyone. Behind her trailed Coden who had two sports bags in either hand, that were touching the floor with their weight.
 
".. We can all fit in the car, same plan as last time. Beth, Coden, you'll have to ride in the trunk with the dog and this lovely looking lady here." He sighed as he nodded down at the gruesomely muscular woman that laid unconscious on the ground. ".. Don't worry, though... It's only a short drive to where we're going. Won't take more than five minutes." He said, looking off at the door of the house.


Clayton and Jackson walked out side by side. They'd packed lightly, it seemed; they both walked up and stood at Luna's side.


".. Who's that?" Jackson asked as he looked down at the woman on the floor.
 
"Someone you don't have to worry about" Luna replied, putting her hands on both of the boys backs. "She was rude to me and Phil back at the store and got hurt in the commotion. So we are gonna' make her better and send her on her way." Luna pulled her hands away and folded her arms, staring at the woman. She felt bad for her on one hand and on the other, she didn't care for her one bit. Which emotion was stronger, however, was the question she couldn't answer.


"Maybe you boys should go and get into the car ready to go." Luna said softly, giving Clayton a little nudge with her hand. "And get the dog to follow you in too."
 
".. Okay." Clayton smiled, whistled for the dog, and then went over to the car and helped the dog into the trunk. He walked around to the back doors with Jackson and then climbed in with him. They didn't bother fastening their seatbelts, just in case something bad happened on the way; Greg watched them walk over, and then looked back to everyone else.


".. Right, everyone mount up. We've gotta' get moving." He said as he walked over to the driver's side and climbed in, starting up the engine of the car. He was sort of nervous about relocating, but it was all entirely necessary.
 
Luna walked around the front and climbed into the front seat, settling her bag on her lap. She noticed that Phil had taken her gun earlier and she was unarmed. She had put the sword in a bag in the trunk so that it didn't get in the way, but she could barely use it anyway. She hoped that the new place would be spacious and easier to protect than the house. But she didn't expect much.
 
Greg waited for everyone else to get into the car before he pulled away from the house; he didn't say much while driving, but he did occasionally have a little small-talk here and there - after today's events, he didn't really know how to make more conversation after everything that had happened.


Five minutes down the line and they found themselves outside a large Law Enforcement office complex, but it was also where a lot of police officers came to arm up and get new vehicles, which meant that this place was going to be quite loaded in terms of supplies, and such.
 
Luna stared through the window at the building. "Do you not think this place might have been looted already?" She questioned, assuming the place would have weapons and other useful items. "Also it is pretty big, so infected could be swarming the place.." She bit her lip, feeling nervous. Luna hoped they wouldn't have any trouble here and the place would be empty. But it was hard to guess at anything that would happen. She remembered that Phil had wanted to question the injured woman and her mind started to conjur up images of scary interrogation rooms and bright lights.
 
".. I wouldn't worry. The law enforcement places will be almost untouched. Those who were loyal to their job would have stayed to protect it if they had no family." Jacob muttered as he stepped out, his bow at the ready. ".. We saw that a few towns back. Only a few of the walkers wandering around inside, not as many as you'd expect." He added, walking towards the door while Phil dragged the woman out of the trunk and cleared the way for Coden and Beth.


"Luna!" Phil called out, pulling her pistol from his belt and tossing it to her.


"You want to help check the place out?" Jacob asked.
 
"You never know.." She mutter in response, catching the pistol. She nodded at Jacob and headed towards the door, catching up with him. "Hopefully there will only be the odd walker..or not at all ideally." She said, looking back at the rest of the group. "Greg, are you coming?" She questioned. "Or staying with the boys?"


The Law Enforcement building was large, but not too intimidating. The area they had inhabited seemed to be a well kept, nice place before the breakout.
 
"I'll stay with the boys. Holler if you need anything!" He yelled out to her.


"Alright, looks like it's just us." Jacob whispered as he walked in. The building was spacious and looked near enough untouched. Maybe this could be better than they first imagined.
 
Luna peered around, keeping her gun gripped tight. The front door lead to a kind of reception area, that had a row of plastic chairs. The floor was marble and had managed to keep clean since its abandonment. "Wow, this is strange. It's as nobody has been here at all. You'd think it would have been put to use." Luna walked across the floor, which echoed her footsteps. The place did seem empty but almost ghostly with the high ceilings and empty space.
 
".. Country town, Luna..." Jacob muttered as he quickly spun around a corner, one arrow pulled back at the ready. He saw nothing and took a deep breath. ".. Country town means that most the people workin' here were local. Most of 'em probably had families. When the ones who stayed here realized how mad shit was, they must have cleared off." He said, stepping up onto the first stair after walking a short distance down the hallway. ".. You check the rest of downstairs. I'll look upstairs." He said, slowly creeping his way upstairs - he saw the sign 'Armory' above a doorway and began walking towards it, ever so slowly.
 
Luna nodded to Jacob. She wasn't all familiar with the on-goings of life outside the city she lived in - other than worldly news of course. Luna headed through the archways that lead to various doors on either side of her. She swiftly checked each, most of which were untouched offices; a couple with documents sprayed allover the carpet and drawers open, but nothing drastic. She got to a corridor eventually where there were cells. They were locked up tightly and appeared to have not been used. "Kinda' creepy.." Luna commented to herself, thoroughly checking each corner of the ground floor. All clear.
 
He went into the armory and there was a horrible smell that hit him right away; on the floor in front of him there was a police officer that had a hole in his head, and a revolver in his hand. Suicide. The body looked fresh, too - He could have killed himself while they were all sleeping, and they were none the wiser. It was sad, but the armory was stocked full of Kevlar vests, a few shotguns, a couple of scoped rifles, an M4A4, and a stack of pistols of numerous kinds, as well as enough ammo to kill about as many people that would fill all the houses in this town.


He went on to check every single office and found nothing. The whole building was clear aside from the martyr of the Police Department in the armory. How glorious. There was a shooting range under the ground level, but they could worry about that another time. Police Stations and buildings like this ran off of emergency power and water, just in case, so that meant that the shower rooms/bathrooms to the far left of the building downstairs had hot water, and the rest of the station would finally have power.


"We're all clear!" Jacob yelled.
 
Luna walked back through the corridors to wait for Jacob in the entrance reception area. She sat down on one of the plastic chairs for a moment, feeling relieved that there was no danger. She stood up after a few moments and headed out to where the rest of the group were to help carry bags and such. "What a relief, the place is as good as new and not a walker insight." She said to Greg as she started pulling a sports bag from the trunk. "It looks like we will be safe here for a while."
 

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