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Guest
Original poster
Location: Shreveport
Interactions: @VerbalAbuse @Dakota K5 @JinxMonster @VengefulPeanut
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Thankfully, neither of his family members gave him any lip about moving back to the Sci-Port. The women in his family were notoriously stubborn and strong-willed, and Riley and Lauren were no exception. He couldn't count the number of times the two of them had tag teamed him when they were kids. He'd been bigger and stronger and older, yes, but they had the advantage of being girls, and together the two of them could fake-cry their way out of anything while simultaneously pointing the finger at him.
But as he followed along on the way to their destination, he couldn't help but lose his angry expression in favor of a wistful, nostalgic one. After they'd moved to Texas for their father's work, they rarely saw any more of their family. He missed it. Was kind of a shame that it took the end of the world to bring them back together. He had to remember to ask Lauren if any of their other family members had survived... but he supposed she wouldn't he here if they had. When Evie looked back at him, he met her eyes, startled out of his memories. He tried to reassume the fierce look he'd had on before but probably failed to do so before she turned back to Otto.
Scratching the back of his neck and feeling quite foolish, he'd just been about to say something when Lauren interrupted. Thankful for the distraction, he nodded, replying. "The doors are probably locked, but if we can get around to the loading bay I'm sure we can bust our way through one of the kitchen doors or something."
Lauren nodded and they all fell silent again, save for Otto and Evie's conversation. He tried not to listen, as he truly was not interested, but they were so close he couldn't help but hear. And he had to admit he felt a little guilty for being as hard on Evie as he had. After all, hadn't he and Lauren come up on Otto with weapons drawn, too? It was human nature to fear other people in times like this. Especially when you were outnumbered and outgunned. Yeah, he'd been too harsh. But she had also been really stupid. He guessed he could share the blame. Though not to her face. Nope. He wasn't about to apologize any time soon. Probably.
They covered the next half a block in mere moments, circling the building until they came to the back. There were several loading bays, and a couple of abandoned semitrucks pulled up to them. One was open, the other was not, and in fact it still had the locks on the hinge that opened the roll-door. Dexter's eyes widened despite his attempt to maintain his angry persona. Ignoring the others for now he broke ranks and jogged up the concrete ramp, kneeling beside the truck. He knew he'd break his knife before the lock, and he didn't want to risk gunfire unless it was their only option. He lifted his head and stood, calling to Otto. "Do you think there's any way we can get in here without making too much noise?"
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BACKPACK (DEXTER):
Items: 2
.50 Cal Desert Eagle (no rounds)
Hunting Knife, with sheath
Bottle of Meperidine (13 pills)
Food: none
Water: none
Interactions: @VerbalAbuse @Dakota K5 @JinxMonster @VengefulPeanut
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Thankfully, neither of his family members gave him any lip about moving back to the Sci-Port. The women in his family were notoriously stubborn and strong-willed, and Riley and Lauren were no exception. He couldn't count the number of times the two of them had tag teamed him when they were kids. He'd been bigger and stronger and older, yes, but they had the advantage of being girls, and together the two of them could fake-cry their way out of anything while simultaneously pointing the finger at him.
But as he followed along on the way to their destination, he couldn't help but lose his angry expression in favor of a wistful, nostalgic one. After they'd moved to Texas for their father's work, they rarely saw any more of their family. He missed it. Was kind of a shame that it took the end of the world to bring them back together. He had to remember to ask Lauren if any of their other family members had survived... but he supposed she wouldn't he here if they had. When Evie looked back at him, he met her eyes, startled out of his memories. He tried to reassume the fierce look he'd had on before but probably failed to do so before she turned back to Otto.
Scratching the back of his neck and feeling quite foolish, he'd just been about to say something when Lauren interrupted. Thankful for the distraction, he nodded, replying. "The doors are probably locked, but if we can get around to the loading bay I'm sure we can bust our way through one of the kitchen doors or something."
Lauren nodded and they all fell silent again, save for Otto and Evie's conversation. He tried not to listen, as he truly was not interested, but they were so close he couldn't help but hear. And he had to admit he felt a little guilty for being as hard on Evie as he had. After all, hadn't he and Lauren come up on Otto with weapons drawn, too? It was human nature to fear other people in times like this. Especially when you were outnumbered and outgunned. Yeah, he'd been too harsh. But she had also been really stupid. He guessed he could share the blame. Though not to her face. Nope. He wasn't about to apologize any time soon. Probably.
They covered the next half a block in mere moments, circling the building until they came to the back. There were several loading bays, and a couple of abandoned semitrucks pulled up to them. One was open, the other was not, and in fact it still had the locks on the hinge that opened the roll-door. Dexter's eyes widened despite his attempt to maintain his angry persona. Ignoring the others for now he broke ranks and jogged up the concrete ramp, kneeling beside the truck. He knew he'd break his knife before the lock, and he didn't want to risk gunfire unless it was their only option. He lifted his head and stood, calling to Otto. "Do you think there's any way we can get in here without making too much noise?"
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BACKPACK (DEXTER):
Items: 2
.50 Cal Desert Eagle (no rounds)
Hunting Knife, with sheath
Bottle of Meperidine (13 pills)
Food: none
Water: none
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