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Among the Ruined
Season 6
"Answers in Blood"
All Iwaku Rules apply
Sign-Ups and Discussion
Among the Ruined
Season 6
"Answers in Blood"
All Iwaku Rules apply
Sign-Ups and Discussion
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Leaving Baton Rouge behind, a large number of the Louisiana survivors travelled north in search of a more reliable community to take shelter. Their journey ended when they arrived in Natchez and came upon a survivor group situated in a high school called Morgantown. The group split at this point, some choosing to trust Morgantown and seek shelter within its walls. This group was not initially well regarded by Morgantown's leaders. One of these leaders was Claiborne Borden, who often was at odds with the other leaders of his community. He and Nathan Davidson decided to remove Melanie Saracco as the third leader, as the young girl had never been one to get along with them...
The other member of the Louisiana refugees went their own way, but ran into a horde that was moving through Natchez. The group become further split, some of the survivors dying in the chaos. Those who survived eventually travelled back to Morgantown, but Claiborne ordered his men to fire on them as they approached. The group was forced to flee, but not without suffering losses. Claiborne managed to convince the people of Morgantown that he was fired on first, but he still fell under suspicion of a few people...
Meanwhile, the survivors of the group who had been captured by Magnus found themselves in Natchez as well. They eventually landed themselves at a community run by a woman named Fan Roberts. A man arrived at the community sometime later named Thom Wallace, claiming to be a representative of the Kingdom of Alexandria and that he was looking for people to join his community...
Two weeks later...
Leaving Baton Rouge behind, a large number of the Louisiana survivors travelled north in search of a more reliable community to take shelter. Their journey ended when they arrived in Natchez and came upon a survivor group situated in a high school called Morgantown. The group split at this point, some choosing to trust Morgantown and seek shelter within its walls. This group was not initially well regarded by Morgantown's leaders. One of these leaders was Claiborne Borden, who often was at odds with the other leaders of his community. He and Nathan Davidson decided to remove Melanie Saracco as the third leader, as the young girl had never been one to get along with them...
The other member of the Louisiana refugees went their own way, but ran into a horde that was moving through Natchez. The group become further split, some of the survivors dying in the chaos. Those who survived eventually travelled back to Morgantown, but Claiborne ordered his men to fire on them as they approached. The group was forced to flee, but not without suffering losses. Claiborne managed to convince the people of Morgantown that he was fired on first, but he still fell under suspicion of a few people...
Meanwhile, the survivors of the group who had been captured by Magnus found themselves in Natchez as well. They eventually landed themselves at a community run by a woman named Fan Roberts. A man arrived at the community sometime later named Thom Wallace, claiming to be a representative of the Kingdom of Alexandria and that he was looking for people to join his community...
Two weeks later...
Danny - The Apartments/Outside Fan's Room - Fan/Elliot
"You need to throw the fucker out of here."
Danny's face was beet red with anger, a clenched fist held out in front of him. He'd cornered Fan in the hall just outside her room, Elliot standing not far behind him, arms crossed in agitation. He was practically shaking, his other hand running through his hair like a nervous tick. Danny didn't know what shitty forces were at work to put them all in this location at this moment, but Danny had no interest in engaging with destiny. "The girl, too. I don't know why the fuck they're hanging out, but fuck the both of them."
Elliot raised his hands to sign. "They're dangerous, and I don't know what will happen when they see us." Danny looked back to catch what his friend was saying. He didn't bother to translate as they were both aware now that Fan knew ASL. "Please, Fan, get rid of them." Elliot's hands were noticeably shaking, though Danny knew Elliot was probably trying his best to keep calm. He was always trying so hard lately not to get seriously angry, not ever since he left Outpost months ago. That he looked visibly upset now meant the arrival of those two bastards had truly rattled him. No surprise, given what the girl had done to Elliot's brother. Danny figured she'd died back in Baton Rouge.
Elliot and he had been gone for a day or two, travelling to the outskirts of Natchez for supplies and to do a pick-up of what they'd left behind in their hurry to escape the biter horde. It had been pleasant travelling with just Elliot, the other boy always the silent one. Danny didn't like to deal with a lot of stuff these days. Doing things was just a bother when you weren't sure you even wanted to go on living any more. As a result, it was just easier not to engage with people; the only arguing Danny wanted to do was inside his own head.
They had returned to the apartments to find that three newcomers had arrived in their absence. Danny didn't know who the hell the Hank guy was, but he'd know Enrique and the girl anywhere. The trio didn't see Danny or Elliot yet, and Danny reasoned they hadn't seen Myriah yet, judging by the fact that a murder had yet to occur. As much as Danny was upset with Myriah, he didn't want her life to be in danger from a couple of asshole thugs. Fan needed to be convinced that it was best for the group if they were just turned away.
"Listen," Danny said, turning back to Fan. He glared at her, as if challenging her not to believe their warnings. "We've shown ourselves to be good people, right? Don't screw us over here. Letting them stay will only cause conflict, and I know we won't be able to peacefully coexist here."
"You need to throw the fucker out of here."
Danny's face was beet red with anger, a clenched fist held out in front of him. He'd cornered Fan in the hall just outside her room, Elliot standing not far behind him, arms crossed in agitation. He was practically shaking, his other hand running through his hair like a nervous tick. Danny didn't know what shitty forces were at work to put them all in this location at this moment, but Danny had no interest in engaging with destiny. "The girl, too. I don't know why the fuck they're hanging out, but fuck the both of them."
Elliot raised his hands to sign. "They're dangerous, and I don't know what will happen when they see us." Danny looked back to catch what his friend was saying. He didn't bother to translate as they were both aware now that Fan knew ASL. "Please, Fan, get rid of them." Elliot's hands were noticeably shaking, though Danny knew Elliot was probably trying his best to keep calm. He was always trying so hard lately not to get seriously angry, not ever since he left Outpost months ago. That he looked visibly upset now meant the arrival of those two bastards had truly rattled him. No surprise, given what the girl had done to Elliot's brother. Danny figured she'd died back in Baton Rouge.
Elliot and he had been gone for a day or two, travelling to the outskirts of Natchez for supplies and to do a pick-up of what they'd left behind in their hurry to escape the biter horde. It had been pleasant travelling with just Elliot, the other boy always the silent one. Danny didn't like to deal with a lot of stuff these days. Doing things was just a bother when you weren't sure you even wanted to go on living any more. As a result, it was just easier not to engage with people; the only arguing Danny wanted to do was inside his own head.
They had returned to the apartments to find that three newcomers had arrived in their absence. Danny didn't know who the hell the Hank guy was, but he'd know Enrique and the girl anywhere. The trio didn't see Danny or Elliot yet, and Danny reasoned they hadn't seen Myriah yet, judging by the fact that a murder had yet to occur. As much as Danny was upset with Myriah, he didn't want her life to be in danger from a couple of asshole thugs. Fan needed to be convinced that it was best for the group if they were just turned away.
"Listen," Danny said, turning back to Fan. He glared at her, as if challenging her not to believe their warnings. "We've shown ourselves to be good people, right? Don't screw us over here. Letting them stay will only cause conflict, and I know we won't be able to peacefully coexist here."
Myriah - The Apartments/Myriah's Room - Joe
She hadn't left her room the entire day. She knew that man was here. Terrible, terrible memories had flooded back into Myriah's consciousness, forcing her to relive those final days in Outpost. From the threats she'd received, to Isaac turning on her, to Michael Tremblay holding her up against the cabin wall... She knew her life had been in danger. There was no choice but to leave; faking her death had just been to ensure she wouldn't be followed.
Her actions had caused problems for far too many people, leaving her with more blood on her hands than even the people she'd been so scared of. Maybe she was an awful human being who deserved what she had coming, but that didn't mean she was willing to accept that judgement. Running into Enrique would lead to a judgement she wasn't prepared for. If she was lucky, he'd make it quick-- but chances were high he'd want to burn her alive, just like what happened to Amanda.
She hadn't told anyone, of course. No one would think it strange she locked herself in her room all day, except maybe Joe, but he had the sense not to pry into her business. He wasn't aware that the newcomers had put her into such a state, nor did he have the faintest clue the kind of wrongs she'd committed. Hopefully, he would never know.
So, here she was, locked away in her apartment and refusing to come out, feeling like a child scared of her parents' dinner guests waiting outside. What was she to do about all this? She couldn't stay in her room forever, but confronting Enrique was out of the question. If everyone learned of what she'd done, would they really care if he wanted to kill her?
No, the only real solution now was to run. Well, maybe it wasn't a solution at all, but it was the best thing she could do. She would slip away quietly on her own. No one here would miss her, least of all Rudy and Elliot. It would be easy enough if she did it tonight, when few were paying attention. If someone did see her, it's not like they would stop her if she was leaving of her own free will. All she needed to do was get out before Enrique became aware of her, then she would get as far away from the man as she could.
With this idea formed firmly in her mind, Myriah pensively looked about the apartment, unsure if she had anything worth taking with her. She'd left about everything that mattered to her back in Outpost and had been living pretty sparsely ever since. She'd begun to pace about her bedroom when she heard a knock from the front door. She was in place and hesitated a long while, considering just who it could be. There was a good chance it was Joe, or even Fan wishing to check up on her, but what if it was him...?
Letting out a deep sigh, Myriah made her way to the front door and peered through the peephole. She felt herself relax at the sight of Joe, feeling gracious enough to open the door wide and offer the man a smile. "Hey... how are you? Do you want to come in?"
She hadn't left her room the entire day. She knew that man was here. Terrible, terrible memories had flooded back into Myriah's consciousness, forcing her to relive those final days in Outpost. From the threats she'd received, to Isaac turning on her, to Michael Tremblay holding her up against the cabin wall... She knew her life had been in danger. There was no choice but to leave; faking her death had just been to ensure she wouldn't be followed.
Her actions had caused problems for far too many people, leaving her with more blood on her hands than even the people she'd been so scared of. Maybe she was an awful human being who deserved what she had coming, but that didn't mean she was willing to accept that judgement. Running into Enrique would lead to a judgement she wasn't prepared for. If she was lucky, he'd make it quick-- but chances were high he'd want to burn her alive, just like what happened to Amanda.
She hadn't told anyone, of course. No one would think it strange she locked herself in her room all day, except maybe Joe, but he had the sense not to pry into her business. He wasn't aware that the newcomers had put her into such a state, nor did he have the faintest clue the kind of wrongs she'd committed. Hopefully, he would never know.
So, here she was, locked away in her apartment and refusing to come out, feeling like a child scared of her parents' dinner guests waiting outside. What was she to do about all this? She couldn't stay in her room forever, but confronting Enrique was out of the question. If everyone learned of what she'd done, would they really care if he wanted to kill her?
No, the only real solution now was to run. Well, maybe it wasn't a solution at all, but it was the best thing she could do. She would slip away quietly on her own. No one here would miss her, least of all Rudy and Elliot. It would be easy enough if she did it tonight, when few were paying attention. If someone did see her, it's not like they would stop her if she was leaving of her own free will. All she needed to do was get out before Enrique became aware of her, then she would get as far away from the man as she could.
With this idea formed firmly in her mind, Myriah pensively looked about the apartment, unsure if she had anything worth taking with her. She'd left about everything that mattered to her back in Outpost and had been living pretty sparsely ever since. She'd begun to pace about her bedroom when she heard a knock from the front door. She was in place and hesitated a long while, considering just who it could be. There was a good chance it was Joe, or even Fan wishing to check up on her, but what if it was him...?
Letting out a deep sigh, Myriah made her way to the front door and peered through the peephole. She felt herself relax at the sight of Joe, feeling gracious enough to open the door wide and offer the man a smile. "Hey... how are you? Do you want to come in?"
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