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 Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:09 pm
West Clearwater River
The river flows alongside all of the major camps. The water appears very clean, but most people boil it to be sure. Another use for the water is to wash clothes, as much as it works. It's no Maytag, but it's worth something.
Both Nomadic groups use the same bit of river. There is a matter of 100 yards between the area each group uses... It's enough to see the other person, but most don't start any scuffles. They try to keep things civil when there's a distance separating them.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 5:21 pm
 In the dark greenery of the tree's was a flash of bright white. Closer inspection would prove the white to be a horse immerging from the tree's and onto the river bank. It's fur was patchy, and it seemed to be only skin and bones, but it had once been a beautiful horse, muscular, with a silky, black and white speckled mane. The horse dipped its head down to drink from the river bank, and that's when it became apparent that this was no wild horse. On it's back, slumped over and incredibly tired, lay a small woman of about twenty to twenty-two. Her name was Adeline. Adeline had brown, tangled hair, and fair skin, but as of right now, she basically looked like a zombie. Her eyes had bags under them so purple it seemed as if somebody had punched her in the eyes, and there was dirt and blood caked onto her skin. She too was just skin and bones, her spine and ribs obviously showing. On the left side of her body was bandages, covering from her shoulder to her forearm, the angry red scar that her mother (who was nowhere to be found) had cut to extract the zombie virus from. So far, it had worked. No side affects. As the horse dipped it's head, the girl slid off it's body and face first into the cold, startling water. "Mngah!" Adeline gasped out in a raspy dry voice. She looked at the water, her eyes lightning up, and without a second thought, she stuck her face in and drank by the gallon. "Oh, god. That feels so nice." She whispered, letting the water run over her tired, burning hot body. Behind her, still strapped to her horse, was her bow and arrow, and her backpack, filled with only clothes and empty food packages. How useful.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 5:38 pm
 A bit back from the girl and the horse was a man. Near the man were corpses of dead Walkers, which he dispatched with his Bowie Knife. He kept his gear close to him, attached to the four belts on his side. He had a priest's collar around his neck, draped below that was a Celtic Cross necklace. There was a Hunting Rifle as his side, and a old western six shooter handgun across from it. He had a book with a Celtic Cross on it (possibly a Bible) stuck between one of his belts and his stomach. He had a Bowie knife, which he used quiet well a minute ago, attached to the back of his belt. In his long brown coat he carried what little food he had left. He looked down and made sure none of the Walker blood was in the water. Taking a hand, he ran it through the water and brought some up to face to take a sip. He took off his wide brim hat and poured some on his dirty blonde long hair. Satisfied, he put his hat back on. His eyes scanned around, and a horse caught his attention. The second thing that caught his attention was a girl. A crawler? She was in the water, and he couldn't tell. He snuck up to the horse and pulled out his six shooter. He aimed it at her head and pulled back the hammer, making a loud, clearly audible CLICK.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 5:59 pm
Adeline heard the click, and froze, her whole body tensing, her eyes widening. She whipped around with lightning quickness, and saw the man. It was evident with one look at him that he was not a zombie, but he was still a stranger holding a gun at her. With a shriek, she launched herself behind her horse, and grabbed the bow and arrow from it place on her horse's back. Frightened, the horse reared up on it's hind legs, let out a terrified whinny and galloped into the canopy of tree's. "Aw, damnit! You little rat, get back here!" Adeline yelled, her bow and arrow positioned on the man infront of her. Even though she was yelling at her horse, she never took an eye from the man. She felt dizzy from hopping up to quick, but she wouldn't let herself fall. Not now, of all times.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:03 pm
The man smiled at the sight of the horse fleeing. Looking at the girl he aimed the sight at her. Aye, so your not a Walker. He said. His accent showed that he was either Scottish or Irish. He looked at her weaker weapon compared to his. I suggest you put that down lass, before someone gets hurt. Mine makes a lot more noise than yours, and if ya shoot me, you'll be dealing with the bloody horde. He demanded. He seemed dead serious and not worried to pull the trigger. With confidence, he added, And I got a bloody good shot also.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:13 pm
Adeline narrowed her eyes and flared her nostrils, snorting.. Almost like a horse. It was weird how much she acted like her animals. She slowly aimed her weapon at the ground, before taking the bow in one hand and holding the arrow in the other. She had a stare off with the man for a moment or two. It had been so long since she had seen another human being, and the urge to run hug him. He was annoying, but boy was she happy so see another human being. She just tried not to show it. "Do I really look that bad..?" She mumbled, stomping off into the woods after her horse. She looked back at the man, her heart still thumping, her eyes still narrowed. Even though she was angry with this complete stranger, she jerked her head in the direction her horse had went. "If you're such a good shot, then cover me. It's your fault my horse ran away, anyways. And my name isn't lass. It's Adeline." She didn't stop to see if he was following, she just quietly kept on walking, following the trail her horse had made. He wasn't too far away. She could see him.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:22 pm
Carson just chuckled at himself, tipping the sight of his gun towards the clouds. He then re-holstered it in his belt and walked after her. She was a confident one, obviously not scared of him. He caught up to her with ease and looked at the tracks on the ground. He nodded in the direction towards the right, where the horse prints trotted off. Don't need to be a good shot to find a horse, lass. He told her.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:29 pm
"Adeline." She corrected again, her hands clenching into fists. "No, you don't. But you do need to be a good shot to kill a zombie, which I am not in the mood to do right now. Way to much death going around," She said, even though the fact about death did not need to be mentioned. It was already obvious there was way to much death going around. With a nicer smile on her face, Adeline reached her horse, and hauled herself up onto his back, patting his neck. "You have a name, stranger?"She said in her country twang, sounding like her old self. She took one good look at him, before realizing he was dressed like a priest. She raised both eyes, and mockingly did the sign of the cross. There is no God. At least no God watching over us.. She thought. Though Adeline was a nice person overall, she couldn't help but be atleast a little bit cynical about this moment.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:41 pm
He glared at her, due to a combination of the country twang, her immediate change of attitude, and the mocking of the cross. That last one seem to have sent him over the edge with his glare. Aye, the name, lassy, is Father Carson McBeckett. He told her in a unfriendly attitude. And ye'd do best not to mock the Lord! He did save your soul and mine from being Walker-fied. He rested his hands on his belt, his hand on the hilt of his six-shooter. He made that quiet obvious also.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:50 pm
Adeline's smiled hardened, and she hopped off of her horse, hopping off her horse. Maybe she thought it would make her look more confident or something as she put her hands on her hips, but all it did was prove how small and weak she really looked compared to the man infront of her. She sighed and rolled her eyes, ignoring the fact that he couldn't seem to get her name right. "Yeah? And what makes you and I so special? What about the hundreds of thousands of children right now, who are walking around eating peoples brains out. Why isn't he saving their souls, Father McBeckett?" Adeline didn't have any little brothers or sisters, but she had memories of a little girl she used to babysit who was no doubt by now dead in some way.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:56 pm
Lass, He started, All of His children are special. But we are the ones that are still bloody alive. That is what makes us even more special. We are the shepherds for the Lord's flock. We must bring all the dolly sheep and ram back to His farm. And if that means I have to fire a bullet through every child's head, I will. It is that way, and that way only, we can save their damned souls! He was showing his psychotic side with flying colors.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 7:02 pm
Adeline clenched her eyes shut and reached up to grab her hair, almost pulling it out by the roots. "You are so infuriating! There. Is. No. God!" Adeline hated this man. Oh, boy, she hated him with a passion. And it had all happened so quick. He was just the type of person she couldn't handle. He brought out the worst in her, and it had been what.. ten minutes? She felt like shooting him right here and now, but instead she took a deep breath, turning her back to him and hopped on her horse again. With a scary calm voice, Adeline's eyes set only on the forest infront of her, she asked, "Are there others? Are there other people here?" She grabbed the mane of her horse, ready to gallop off in search of them if he said yes.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 7:06 pm
Irritating little brat! He thought to himself. Instead he took a deep breath and pulled out his six shooter. Fire pulsed in his eyes and he pointed it at her horse instead of her. He said, in a deep, dark voice, If I dare here you speak such..such.. Blasphemous words again, I will not hesitate you to send you to the Lord, so He could prove you wrong. He took a deep breath, not moving the gun. They're might be. He said to answer he question, But I do not know for sure. I have been living in a nearby Church.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 7:13 pm
Adeline hadn't even noticed he had his hand on his gun until he pulled it out. "You're crazy! Absolutely nuts!" Her eyes widened, but not with fear, but with shocked horror. Now it was her turn to show her psychotic side, as she lunged herself at the man, her arm oustretched toward his gun, her other hand just holding an arrow like a spear. If she could, Adeline would try to knock him down and grab his gun and fling it into the forest. If he put up a fight, she would no doubt try and stab him. No one touched her horse. The little p***k! She didn't even care that he had mentioned there might be other people. He was obviously crazy, and she would have to kill him first, if she wanted to find the other people. She never wanted to see his face again, and she hoped nobody else would ever have to, which was why she was taking action now.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 3:04 pm
He expected she might try something idiotic and stupid. With the flash of a grin, he dropped the gun, caught her outstretched arm, pulling her close to him, and he planted his boot into her stomach. His free hand grab the hilt of his Bowie knife and jabbed the hilt into the arm holding the arrow. It wasn't going to take a blasphemous country brat wielding an arrow to stop him. If this didn't work, he would show her what it meant to see through his eyes, and he would kill the horse.
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