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Carl came running up at full speed, nearly knocking his dad down, as he tackled him in an  tight embrace, seconds after his parents separated. " Dad!" He threw his arms his father's neck not planning on letting go anytime soon. He stood there, going through so many emotions, happy, shock, mostly happy. The news of his supposed death hit him hard but he had to be strong for his mom because she took his death harder than he did. He looked up at his father's face, his cheerful mood fading. " I thought you died..."
 

"Asshole!"
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That guy wearing a cop hat just sped off like nothing had happened. Now, Martyn is wincing in pain. His ankle is broken. That's okay. Maybe he could walk. He tries getting up. 5 seconds later, he falls down on his face.
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Yep,something is for certain,he can't walk. He's doomed for death because of a speeding motorist during the apocalypse. Super heroic death,right.
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At the very least,there are no Walkers but soon, Walkers are gonna find him.
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Lava said:
Ell was happy. it had been a while. It was hard to be happy in her own company.  There was too much empty space, too much time to dwell and no one to share it with. “Not too far.” She said as she made a sharp turn down a gravel road. She sped up a little, she was going pretty fast now. “Gotta get up some tricky tracks!"


It had been a while since this particular 4wding track had been used, but that didn’t stop the woman from hurtling towards it. The terrain sloped upwards and there were ruts and rocks galore in their way, but Ell was a very good driver especially off road, and she revved the car and bid it to do her will. The sloap got steeper as they travelled upwards with the trees getting ever thicker around them. “Found this track not long ago! Zombies tend to have a hard time getting up it!” She yelled a little over the sound of the engine and the music. The sun was looking like it was getting low in the sky, so it was good they were on the home stretch.


“Hold onto something!” She said as she turned sharply again. There was a huge puddle of mud and slosh ahead, dug up from it having rained a few days ago. She sped up as fast as she could and mud sprayed up all around the car “WOOHOO!” She yelled. They didn’t bog.


After the roller coaster ride of difficult tracks was over, they came to a small, but densely surrounded by trees clearing, which Ell pulled into and stopped the car, and turned it off. “Here we are.” She said “Get out we got a lotta set up.” She jumped out and stretched her arms and legs, happy to be among the trees again “You guys know enough to hunt for firewood?” She asked them “I’ve got to hunt, Theres a whole lotta bunny holes not far from here. She said opening the boot of her car and throwing the rolled up swag on the ground as well as retrieving her bow. @Daniel reaving @MuffinRPs
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MuffinRPs said:
The bumpy ride barely fazed Beau. His thoughts were practically consuming him. He got out of the car but left everything but his bat there. He climbed up a tree and broke branches off to collect the wood the three of them needed. He got a fairly decent amount and jumped back down and stood by the car. The man glanced to his bag in thought but shook it off and turned away.
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Talia laughed in delight as she held on through the ride and got out happily afterwards. "That was fun." She said before hearing Ells words and nodding. Quickly she went over to a small area taking her gun off and setting it on a rock close to her before prying her military vest off with a sigh of releif as she pulled it off laying it by her Gun and stretching her arms loving the feeling of the gentle breeze against her body before she started to make a fire area
 
Beau gave Talia the wad of sticks he'd collected and walked back over to the car to grab his things. He climbed up into a nearby tree (it was about 7 feet off the ground) and strapped his stuff down. He always did this even at the most safest of places.


He took out his journal and flipped to the back before taking the pen and ticking a tally mark onto the page. He mumbled to himself slightly, "2 months." He sighed and put his journal back not daring to flick to the front. 


The red haired boy squirted more whipped cream into his mouth. He didn't feel like eating anything else tonight.
 

Martyn had been lying on the ground for half an hour now. There doesn'r seeme to be anyone here which sucks. Just gonna lie here until someone ends his life. It's not like the broken ankle was that bad. Just a splint will do just find. The problem is that he can't stand up.
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Then, in the corner of his eyes, he saw a person in a tall tree. Maybe, he could hear him.
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"HEY OVER HERE! CAN YOU PLEASE HELP!" Martyn waves maniacally at the man. He tries shouting again and again.
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And with a satisfying, and sick in smack, the final walker went down, leaving Abigail a panting mess. Sweat dripped off her for head as she trudged through the woods, trying to find the road again. If only that fucking truck hadn't tipped, she might've been in Atlanta by now, or somewhere whee bugs weren't eating her alive. To say the least, between the jumper she was to lazy to take off, the heat, and the bugs, not to mention her aching feet and not havin any sleep for the past two days; she was rather uncomfortable. But she stopped her noisy and sloppy walking as she hear voices, and went to hide before the people , at what she assumed was a camp, noticed her.
 
Beau turned his head and saw a guy lying in the streets. He could ignore him, then again, he could be of use. He looked down at Talia and Ell and glanced back over to him. "There's a guy over there," he stated the same unemotional tone and pitch as when they first met him, "I ain't helping him. You guys can but I won't bother. Got my own things to worry about."


He put his wolf hat on. He took his guitar and laid on the tree branches. He began to sing and play a song called Migraine, a song he felt connected to by the lyrics. The lyric, 'Sometimes death feels better than the migraine in my head,' was how he felt most of the time. He wished he'd die instead of reliving old memories and thinking the same thoughts.
 

Martyn Long
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"Can you, you know, break a branch please? If you give me a splint, I'll be on my way." Martyn tries to attract the red-haired man.
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Rick grinned as his sin came bolting up to hug him, he crouched down and lifted him up as he came close enough. "Well I'm here now... Everything is ok, Carl. We are together again as a family." He shot a glance over at Shane. "But the real person you should be thanking is Shane, he got you here right?" He asked to which Shane nodded in agreement. "Well Shane, thank you." He set down Carl and sat against the hood of his cruiser, scanning around. "How many others are there here?"
 
Beau groaned, "Fine," he used his bat to break off a branch and threw it to the man, "You're welcome," he continued to pluck his guitar and began to sing a song called The Judge.
 
Staying squatted at the treeline, but not completely out of site, she watched, trying to decide if the people there were a threat or not. If they were, she'd go around them; try not to get in the way. If they weren't, she might ask for help, or just directions; optimize the best option available. But she knew she needed to find out soon. When her truck tipped because of that huge walker, she didn't get out unscathed. Abigail had been stabbed by some glass. She had managed to get it out, but the best she could do was some cloth from a torn shirt and the last of the gauze she had with her. And to be honest, it hurt like hell.


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Martyn Long
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The branch was pretty long. Long enough for a splint. Martyn tried catching the branch but it hit him square on the forehead. A weird thwock could be heard for miles. Miraculously, he wasn't knocked out.
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"Ow." he said as he rubbed his forehead. Today is not his lucky day is it? A gash was formed on his forehead. He's not complaining though. At least he won't be a sitting duck no more. Now time to put his paramedic training to work.
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He slid off his black hiking bag and started to rummage in it. Now where is the thread anyway?.... There it is. 
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He grabs the stick which was on his left and started to place the stick on his left foot. He brought the string to his mouth and bit it. It is the right length,he thought. He then ties the splint adeptly.
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Now the moment of truth. He pulls himself up.
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MuffinRPs said:
Beau gave Talia the wad of sticks he'd collected and walked back over to the car to grab his things. He climbed up into a nearby tree (it was about 7 feet off the ground) and strapped his stuff down. He always did this even at the most safest of places.


He took out his journal and flipped to the back before taking the pen and ticking a tally mark onto the page. He mumbled to himself slightly, "2 months." He sighed and put his journal back not daring to flick to the front. 


The red haired boy squirted more whipped cream into his mouth. He didn't feel like eating anything else tonight.
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Talia smiled and said thanks to him before finishing the fire and looking around for Ell. "Where is that girl?" She asked herself as she looked around curiously for her. "I shouldn't call out it could bring the dead here." She said to her self as she started to walk around the clearing looking for her but not seeing her before going back to her stuff and and say down relaxing and figuring age would just wait for Ell to come back


@Lava
 
Nicholas woke up with looking  at the sky. Normally he would have enjoyed this except for the fact that he was on the roof of the Antlana hospital. The dead ones that he had ran from were still banging on the door, just begging for him to let them to him. He sighed and sat up, rubbing the sore place on his head from where one of them pulled his hair. "That was a close call..." he mumbled " on byl prav , dumayu, mne deystvitel'no povezlo." ( He was right, I really am lucky.) He looked around and saw the black rectangle shaped radio that he had stolen from Chuck the night before. Standing up slowly, he walked over to the radio and picked it up. "Worth a shot.."holding  the mouth piece up he switched some dials and pressed the button on it "Hello? Is there anybody listening?"
 
Logan's walkie and the CB crackled to life with a few words. Shock spread across his face as he quickly grabbed for his walkie and answered, "Hello? Who is this? State your name and location." Logan said in an official tone. Lori went and showed Rick around the secure area of the camp. "I'm Officer Logan Walker, Atlanta PD S.W.A.T. Division. You can trust me." He added @BitchyChicken33
 
Abigail decided to move, and tried to be quite as she did so. She just needed a slightly better spot for her observation of the group. A she she prayed to whatever was out there that nobody noticed her. The woman only moved a couple feet, and was now behind a tree, but she knew she made bit of noise that would possibly alarm the ones at this camp. "Crap," she mutter softly. 


@anyoneatthecamp
 
Carl looked at the tree lines his body tensing up, he didn't believe a walker made that noise, so a survivor is out there. His eyes darted around the camp, looking  for his parents who had wandered off doing their own thing, and he ran up to Shane. " S-Shane some one is watching us." He can't be sure they're friendly or not feeling helpless at the moment. 
 
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"Shit," Abigail muttered, having a feeling she had been spotted. But since nobody had some over to investigate, she assumed she would be ok for another few minutes. Though, just incase, her hand curled around her pocket knife.
 
Shane walked away from Carl with a silent nod, showing the boy could've said anything. He grabbed a shotgun from the RV, pumped it and aimed at where Carl said he saw the figure. "Come out or I will take you as a hostile threat and be forced to waste a 12 guage on a person." Shane yelled out to the woods. @FireMaiden
 
"Yay!" Abigail said sarcasticly as she got out of her hidding spot and came out into the open. "I'm friendly!  So please don't shoot me," She called. She winced a little at her wound, but didn't pay any more attention to it at the current moment.


@LoneSniper87
 
Shane didn't lower the shotgun one bit. Logan walked over and spoke to her, spotting the wound. "You alright, m'am?" He askedm concern in his eyes. "Sorry for that... Odd encounter, you were kinda spying on us... Can't take chances y'know?" He said with a soft grin. "Will I'm Logan, that man down there with the shotgun is Shane, he runs the place. What's your name?"
 
"I'm Abigail. Yeah, sorry for spying but I was just trying to see if you guys were well, I guess the word is sane," She ssid with a ss,Lloyd chuckle. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. It's not a bit e if you were wondering. My truck tripped a few miles back."


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Carl just walked off without another word feeling completely different like really annoyed with being so helpless thinking he's capable of learning to handle himself instead of running to the grown ups for help every time when trouble rises. He brushed Sophia off as he stepped inside the RV trying to come up with perfectly good reasons to convince his parents he can learn. His father would give him room to grow it's trying to convince his mother is the problem. His eyes went to his comics and suddenly slipping into a bad mood.
 
"Lemme take a look Abigal." Logan said as he crouched down, examining the wound. "Took a nasty hit... Sprained it looks like. Some swelling and lacerations from I'm guessing glass." He told her. "You came to the right place Abby, you don't mind the name Abby do ya?" He asked as he stood up. "Go to the black SUV over there," he told her, pointing it out, "and I will be with you in a sec after I grab the med supplies from the RV."
 
"Uh.....ok," Abigail said with a small nod. She did as she was told, and was now quitely waiting of Logan. Though, she did get one of the cliff bars out of her bag to eat. "Well, now that they aren't trying to kill me they seem nice enough." She muttered quietly.
 
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