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Myriah - Back of Apartments - Rob/Emma/Joe/Enrique/Cutter
Myriah had paused, standing frozen on top of the dumpster, her mouth dry as sandpaper and her thoughts more jumbled than she could imagine. She didn't know why she didn't take that final leap over the wall. Maybe she was scared, or maybe she thought she deserved this confrontation. Myriah had never been able to trust her own body to do what she wanted it to do, or even what she thought she wanted it to do. Too often had she stood like a deer in the headlights, letting life take her by surprise and punish her for her inaction.
This time, her inaction allowed Enrique to grab her and pull her down from the dumpster, almost slamming her head against its rough surface in the process. The woman's breath caught in her throat as the sharp metal was shoved in her face, Enrique pressing it close enough to her eye for her to feel the cold metal on her skin. By the time she did manage to remember she needed to breathe, she found herself restricted by Enrique's grip on her throat. She ended up choking slightly, and Myriah panicked momentarily at the thought of her accidentally pushing the shiv into her eye. She heard the pleas of the others around her, but a part of her wanted to tell that it was okay.
Because, if Myriah died here, she figured she would have deserved it.
Annoyed, Enrique did end up digging the knife into Myriah's skin, causing her to let out a tiny whimper at the sharp pain. Her face reddened at this, the woman embarrassed she couldn't take a little pain without reacting to it. Through this, Enrique loosened his grip on her neck, allowing Myriah more room to breathe and the ability to speak. He expected her to say something. She knew she had to say something. She owed Enrique that much.
"I'm..." Myriah paused to swallow, her mouth still so damn dry. "I'm just... I'm just sorry. It was fake, Enrique. I wasn't in my cabin when it went up in flames. I was already gone."
Myriah had paused, standing frozen on top of the dumpster, her mouth dry as sandpaper and her thoughts more jumbled than she could imagine. She didn't know why she didn't take that final leap over the wall. Maybe she was scared, or maybe she thought she deserved this confrontation. Myriah had never been able to trust her own body to do what she wanted it to do, or even what she thought she wanted it to do. Too often had she stood like a deer in the headlights, letting life take her by surprise and punish her for her inaction.
This time, her inaction allowed Enrique to grab her and pull her down from the dumpster, almost slamming her head against its rough surface in the process. The woman's breath caught in her throat as the sharp metal was shoved in her face, Enrique pressing it close enough to her eye for her to feel the cold metal on her skin. By the time she did manage to remember she needed to breathe, she found herself restricted by Enrique's grip on her throat. She ended up choking slightly, and Myriah panicked momentarily at the thought of her accidentally pushing the shiv into her eye. She heard the pleas of the others around her, but a part of her wanted to tell that it was okay.
Because, if Myriah died here, she figured she would have deserved it.
Annoyed, Enrique did end up digging the knife into Myriah's skin, causing her to let out a tiny whimper at the sharp pain. Her face reddened at this, the woman embarrassed she couldn't take a little pain without reacting to it. Through this, Enrique loosened his grip on her neck, allowing Myriah more room to breathe and the ability to speak. He expected her to say something. She knew she had to say something. She owed Enrique that much.
"I'm..." Myriah paused to swallow, her mouth still so damn dry. "I'm just... I'm just sorry. It was fake, Enrique. I wasn't in my cabin when it went up in flames. I was already gone."
Caleb - Roxie - Kylie/Becca/Adam
Leading his three-man team into the small town of Roxie, Caleb was feeling pretty confident. Not since he'd left the apartment he had shared with Tina and the others had Caleb felt secure with his place in the world. Sure, things had never been easy living under the threat of Tremblay, but the war and the long trek that had followed... it was not something Caleb wanted to repeat again. Natchez seemed clear of threats such as what they had known back in Baton Rouge, leaving Caleb with the satisfaction of knowing things were going to be okay. Maybe one day, when Morgantown was larger and more secure, Caleb would head on South to New Orleans and see Tina and Elyse again. Caleb was sure Adam would want to see them again as well.
The group had hit a few occasional houses, finding mostly empty homes filled with junk, or homes inhabited only by the dead. Becca had said little as they went, her mind focused on the task at hand, but Caleb had heard Adam muttering to himself on multiple occasions. Caleb's friend had been a mess ever since they had left Baton Rouge, his disposition only improving once they arrived at Morgantown. Tyler had sent Adam out here as a test to see if he was still suitable for this kind of work, but Caleb knew that Tyler was hoping it wouldn't work out for him. Adam may have betrayed Caleb and the others, but he had still been their friend, leaving Caleb with the hope that Adam would soon begin to improve. Hopefully this time without drugs in his pocket.
After a brief venture digging through an overstuffed family garage filled with too much garbage to count, Caleb and his team spotted a girl leaving a home just down the road. The sight alone sent Caleb into disbelief, though Becca made sure to point the girl out excitedly. Roxie was so small and lifeless, Caleb had not even bothered to entertain the thought they would run into someone living. Yet, here someone was and looking as if she was travelling alone. There was the chance she had friends in the area, but Caleb was not in the mood to immediately distrust this woman. Holding up a hand, he waved it so the woman could spot them.
"If she pulls a weapon, I'm firing," muttered Adam.
Caleb sighed. "Hold off. Let's not be paranoid, okay?" Adam let out a disgruntled noise at this, but otherwise did not argue.
Leading his three-man team into the small town of Roxie, Caleb was feeling pretty confident. Not since he'd left the apartment he had shared with Tina and the others had Caleb felt secure with his place in the world. Sure, things had never been easy living under the threat of Tremblay, but the war and the long trek that had followed... it was not something Caleb wanted to repeat again. Natchez seemed clear of threats such as what they had known back in Baton Rouge, leaving Caleb with the satisfaction of knowing things were going to be okay. Maybe one day, when Morgantown was larger and more secure, Caleb would head on South to New Orleans and see Tina and Elyse again. Caleb was sure Adam would want to see them again as well.
The group had hit a few occasional houses, finding mostly empty homes filled with junk, or homes inhabited only by the dead. Becca had said little as they went, her mind focused on the task at hand, but Caleb had heard Adam muttering to himself on multiple occasions. Caleb's friend had been a mess ever since they had left Baton Rouge, his disposition only improving once they arrived at Morgantown. Tyler had sent Adam out here as a test to see if he was still suitable for this kind of work, but Caleb knew that Tyler was hoping it wouldn't work out for him. Adam may have betrayed Caleb and the others, but he had still been their friend, leaving Caleb with the hope that Adam would soon begin to improve. Hopefully this time without drugs in his pocket.
After a brief venture digging through an overstuffed family garage filled with too much garbage to count, Caleb and his team spotted a girl leaving a home just down the road. The sight alone sent Caleb into disbelief, though Becca made sure to point the girl out excitedly. Roxie was so small and lifeless, Caleb had not even bothered to entertain the thought they would run into someone living. Yet, here someone was and looking as if she was travelling alone. There was the chance she had friends in the area, but Caleb was not in the mood to immediately distrust this woman. Holding up a hand, he waved it so the woman could spot them.
"If she pulls a weapon, I'm firing," muttered Adam.
Caleb sighed. "Hold off. Let's not be paranoid, okay?" Adam let out a disgruntled noise at this, but otherwise did not argue.
Ricky - Roxie - Aiden/Jake/John
He had spotted the trio from his perch, but hadn't been able to believe his eyes at first. Thinking he was going mad, Ricky had called to one of his men to take a second glance through the binoculars, but they confirmed to him he wasn't seeing a mirage. Roxie was a shit town for shit people, and nowadays as dead as dead could be. No one set foot in this ghost town, not unless you were White Apple men forced into it like the bootlickers you were. Roxie's proximity to the outpost made it a critical location apparently, but for all the time Ricky had set up shop here, he had yet to encounter another living person. Hell, even the dead barely visited.
The men had been excited to finally see some live ones. Ricky couldn't help but agree. Three lone individuals didn't mean much in the way of supplies, but there was always the chance they could lead them to a larger number of people. The prospect made Ricky's mouth salivate. He and the boys had decided to watch the trio for a time to get a sense of where they were headed. Roxie was barely even a town, so the roads all generally went to the same place. Once they had gathered the likely destination of their prey, Ricky ordered them to get going.
It was important to keep at least one of them alive, so Ricky and his men were not prepared to shoot to kill. Maybe wound them a little, probably taking out the ones who started to fight back the hardest. When he gave the signal, the first shot was fired, going wide and slamming into the ground before the trio.
He had spotted the trio from his perch, but hadn't been able to believe his eyes at first. Thinking he was going mad, Ricky had called to one of his men to take a second glance through the binoculars, but they confirmed to him he wasn't seeing a mirage. Roxie was a shit town for shit people, and nowadays as dead as dead could be. No one set foot in this ghost town, not unless you were White Apple men forced into it like the bootlickers you were. Roxie's proximity to the outpost made it a critical location apparently, but for all the time Ricky had set up shop here, he had yet to encounter another living person. Hell, even the dead barely visited.
The men had been excited to finally see some live ones. Ricky couldn't help but agree. Three lone individuals didn't mean much in the way of supplies, but there was always the chance they could lead them to a larger number of people. The prospect made Ricky's mouth salivate. He and the boys had decided to watch the trio for a time to get a sense of where they were headed. Roxie was barely even a town, so the roads all generally went to the same place. Once they had gathered the likely destination of their prey, Ricky ordered them to get going.
It was important to keep at least one of them alive, so Ricky and his men were not prepared to shoot to kill. Maybe wound them a little, probably taking out the ones who started to fight back the hardest. When he gave the signal, the first shot was fired, going wide and slamming into the ground before the trio.
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