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The wind was howling loudly through the trees, the sound drowning out almost all other noise. The sound of Garret's breath seemed to be the only thing accompanying him besides the harsh blizzard's snow. Garret has trouble walking through this damn snow, reaching heights past Garret's knees. Would this weather affect the infected as well? Garret wondered if they felt cold, if they felt anything at all. Garret dropped to his knees, noticing disturbances in the snow. Garret's breathing immediately slowed, understanding that he may be in danger. They were fresh, they would have been snowed over if older than 30-40 minutes. He reached into the snow that was not yet disturbed, grabbing a handful that he quickly placed some of it in his mouth. Using this technique, masked his breath from being seen. Of course the snow was so thick, it was quite a low chance that he would be noticed, especially with his skill at remaining undetected.
Garret stood, readying his bow and drawing an arrow. He followed the trail of disturbed snow, cautiously. What were these tracks? They weren't like any animal he has seen, nor were they like humans, or the infected. Perhaps it was a wounded animal or person? What about a bloater? He asked himself curiously. They had large wide footsteps, and in this thick snow, they more than likely would cause a large disturbance in the snow. Garret continued to follow the trail, until over on the horizon like a beacon of warmth Garret spotted a cabin, light emanating from the windows. It was clearly a fire by the way the light flickered. Garret spent at least an hour casing the place out. Something odd was going on wasn't it? Despite the fire clearly being light, the place was empty. No shadows to speak of, there was no one there. After about 2 hours of staking this place out, waiting for someone to come back, answer. No one, nothing. So Garret headed inside the cabin as the fire flickered.
He headed inside, closing the door immediately as he entered, looking around the room. No, supplies. Just a fire in the chimney, and some firewood, 2 chairs. It had another section, wish was dark. Garret assumed it was the bedroom and washroom. He avoided entering it, keeping near the fire for now. He was shivering from the large amount of time he spent out there. What were those tracks? It didn't matter he supposed, as long as he was safe.
After about 5 minutes he picked up his bow once again, and opened the door to the area that was unlit. He entered with his bow drawn for anything that might be in their.
Post by Kindra Pierce on Jan 21, 2016 23:24:37 GMT
ALL THE WORLD IS MADE OF
FAITH, AND TRUST
AND PIXIE DUST
“Will you make a song for him?' the woman asked.
'He has a song,' the man replied. 'He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.” Kindra read when suddenly someone banged on the her door. She sighed and rose from her armchair. This was her 7th time reading through all the game of thrones books that there was. It was a shame that the apocalypse came and now she can't finish the series.
She went to door to unlock it and as soon as she did the door opened with a haste, almost slamming Kindra in the face. "EXCUUSE ME?" kindra burst out. "T-there was an infected outside a few miles away from here and and... " A boy in his teens said in a shaky voice. Kindra sighed. "You want me to kill it or what?" she said as she went for her jacket and murmured behind her breath. "I dropped my backpack there as well and I know I can trust you with.. you know.. my ... eherm... comics.." Kindra looked over to the teenager and rolled her eyes. "Fucking pervert... I'll get your stuff..."
She headed out, locked the door and didn't even wave the boy goodbye. "well... good luck" he said with a low voice in the background. She headed out from the walls out in the cold and moved forward in the direction the boy had explained to her.
Post by Garret Volkov on Jan 22, 2016 20:18:59 GMT
The wind howled so loud that Garret couldn't even hear the fire from this room. It was dark, but the smell of many candles were easily picked up. He could feel rushing wind into the building, his eyes darted towards a window that was noticeably open. His eyes scanned the room, walking forward. It was dark, and hard to see in here. However, Garret could make out enough from the room to put a few things together. It appeared to him that someone was hiding in here, keeping out of the cold, like Garret was intending to. It was noticeably by a backpack left here. He walked forward to examine the backpack more closely. "Must have been in a real rush to leave this behind.." He whispered under his breath, unzipping it to peer at the goodies inside.
However, before he could peak into the bag a gust of wind interrupted him. He re-zipped the bag up, tossing it over his shoulder beside his own. He pulled himself back up to his feet and walked towards the window. His eyes immediately noticed the disturbances in the snow outside the window. He reached his hand, readying to close the window. "It seems like someone jumped out of the window.." Garret spoke softly. As his hand touched the window, ready to shut it, his heart stopped. Infected. The creature popped up almost out of no where reaching in through window in hopes for any sort of flesh it could get its hands on.
Garret dropped the bow, reaching his hand out to keep it's jaws from making contact with any part of his skin. The last thing Garret needed was to become something like that. GRAWWR the Infected screamed for the taste of Garret. Garret held it's jaws back with his hand, keeping the thing away from biting him. With much difficulty Garret slowly moved the creature near the window, holding him there. "AHH!" Garret Screamed, grabbing the sliding window. He quickly slammed it onto the Infected's head. It screamed, and blood spurt outward from the smash. It was still moving, and so Garret slammed the window again, 2 more times until it's head was no longer recognizable. Luckily Garret didn't get anything on him, blood, dirt, he was pretty damn clean, at least for someone in the apocalypse anyways.
Garret picked up his bow, tossing it onto the bed, then flopping onto it himself. He laid back letting his upper body face the ceiling. He laid there breathing heavily, watching his breath escape his mouth. The steam rising a few inches from his face before cooling and disappearing. His eyes darted when suddenly the fire in the other room went out, the light from under the door wasn't there. "I really hope that was the wind.." he groaned.
Post by Kindra Pierce on Jan 22, 2016 21:25:57 GMT
ALL THE WORLD IS MADE OF
FAITH, AND TRUST
AND PIXIE DUST
Kindra walked for some miles in the direction ut she saw now signs of the backpack anywhere. "Where the hell can it be?? Maybe someone took it.. I sure as hell don't hope so..." She muttered.
It was becoming dark now and more quiet than before, only some owls hooting in the distance and some rustles here and there. She kept on walking but it was so damn cold. She didn't think she was going to be out this long so she didn't really put on that many clothings. Her feet started to grow numb which was pretty good, now she didn't have to feel the cold on her toes.
After maybe half an hour later she heard something in the distance, something out of the ordinary. Something that sounded like a scream or a wounded animal and then echoes of slams. She looked in the directions of the sound but she couldn't see that much. It wasn't exactly dark dark but it was a tad harder to see.
She moved forward towards the noise and saw a cabin and an infected with his head stuck in the window. It was in profile but it seems something held it there and after a while the infected dropped and didn't make any more sounds. She stayed behind a tree watching carefully what the hell was going on.
Garret Volkov .NOTES: I hope it was okay that i changed the atmosphere to a little darker! :3
Garret found himself having a nice break. Laying on the bed. He knew that he should leave the place, but with the snow he was more inclined to stay for the night. He sat up on the bed, his eyes have had ample time to adjust to the dark here. He could see much better, so it was time to see what exactly was in this bag. He threw it on the bed, the springs jolting slightly as he done so. Reaching his hand in he pulled out what appeared to be comics.
Garret smiled at this find, a good hero story right! Garrets face light up like a christmas tree however when he noticed what these were. He thought to himself silently. It had been years since he had any sort of.. Garret sighed quite deppressed.There were really no reason for these, he had an urge to keep them, but they only depressed him, they made him feel horrible. He took them, realizing they were perfect for kindling! He rushed over to the fireplace preparing to start it once again.
His hands, frozen, feet frozen, nose frozen, chest. Everything was frozen! He tossed the rest of the contents out near the now dead fire, and grabbed one of those special comics as he prepared to tear it for kindling.
After a while she could see light coming from inside the cabin and now she knew there was a human-being in there. She needed to look inside there to see if the backpack might be in there, or should she just go back and say that she couldn't find anything? It was getting pretty late.
A while had gone by just thinking of her next move and came up with that she would wait there by the tree to see any movements. What seemed like an hour she couldn't stand it any longer, her feet were number than before and her hands were shaky and ice cold. She decided to move closer to the cabin that looked cozy and warm.
She moved as slowly as she could, not that she could move any faster. She managed this time not to make any sounds, or so she hoped at least. She was now at the side of the cabin wall facing her back towards it. She breathed heavily seeing the cold breath coming out of her mouth she suddenly stopped and tried to breath as little as she could through her nose. With a great attempt she moved her body to the right almost facing the window and glanced discreetly inside of the cabin.
Garret had started a fire using the magazines he found in the backpack. He slung the thing over his shoulders and sat there in front of the fire to keep warm. He knew the blizzard would pick up again, there was no point in rushing out again only to freeze to death. Garret wasn't stupid, his decisions were all made to help his own survival. The wind whistle against the trees as the it rushed between them. Garret was glad that he was lucky enough to find this place, however he knew more than likely he'd have to continue on his way. He had dreams of settling down in a nice cottage like this one, however that was no longer possible thanks to the apocalypse.
The rest of the left over magazines were scattered along the ground, prepared neatly near the firewood, ready to be used for a later time. Garret wondered about going to bed, but knew it was too dangerous in a place like this. Someone could come in and take his things while he slept, or even kill him. He made his way over to one of the chairs in the corner after getting appropriately warm, and sat there for a few moments. It was extremely boring in here wasn't it? Garret missed the days of television, watching transformers, eating cinnamon toast crunch. Those were the good days! If only humanity could return to that.
Garret grabbed the rest of things, including the firewood, and separate it into the new bag he acquired. He slung it over his shoulder and prepared to head out of the cabin. Garret knew all the windows were closed, and leaving in one would make quite a bit of noise. He pushed the door open quickly, his eyes turned immediately to the left and right. His eyes surveyed the area quickly, and easily noticed the newest set of foot prints outside of the house. If this was Infected it would have already attacked him. He drew his bow almost immediately as he exited the building. "Who's there? If you plan to rob me your going to find yourself handicapped so I suggest taking a walk."
"If you want to trade, I want to see all of your weapons before any negotiations can be discussed."
Post by Kindra Pierce on Jan 27, 2016 17:43:57 GMT
ALL THE WORLD IS MADE OF
FAITH, AND TRUST
AND PIXIE DUST
As Kindra tried to peek through the window she could hear movement inside. She tried to stay as quiet as she could. The window was fogged so she couldn't see that well inside but she could she one human silhouette. She could see that it wasn't an infected but a living being. She wondered if she knew this person or if she should stay away.
She continued to look discreetly inside and later on noticed the bag and the adult magazines lay scattered all over the floor. "goddamn" she whispered under her breath. She then noticed the silhouette was heading outside. "Oh shit!" she almost screamed inside of her head. She didn't know what kind of person this was, if him/her was dangerous or not. Had he noticed her, she thought over and over.
She tried to sneak quietly behind the cabin so she later could get away without notice. But would the human follow her track? She started to panic a bit, this was time to take the revolver instead of the swords in case he had a gun as well. Suddenly a man's voice shouted in the cold night air and it was near. It was the man inside the cabin and he knew she was there. Her back was pressed against the cabin wall as hard as she could trying not to breath.
If she didn't show herself now there would probably be some mixed signals. Her mind was fuzzy and she didn't know what she was going to do next but then she decided to move against the walls to the other side and take a look at this man. She gently tilted her head at the corner of the cabin and saw the man.
Garret Volkov . (It is your choice if you want you character to notice me or if he is facing the other direction.)
Post by Garret Volkov on Jan 30, 2016 15:14:56 GMT
Garret, noticing no response had been uttered thus far, turned to face the cabin. The tracks lead to the cabin, so general direction would be near the back wall, since he could not see her, it seemed the most logical conclusion. Garret kept his bow drawn, but instead of raising it in a threatening manner, he kept the bow faced downward toward the ground. It kept a more friendly posture, but also displayed he was prepared to defend himself. The way he faced the cabin made seeing anyone peak quite an easy chore, and that was what he prepared for. Garret sighed, this was really what the world came to huh?
"Come out," He groaned towards her. "I won't attack." Garret sheathed his bow, making himself an easy target. He could finally spot her, just for a moment as she peered out from a corner. If this person was a raider Garret was sure she would have attacked by now. This meant she was a survivor, or a firefly. "Are you a firefly?" He questioned her curiously, waiting for her to appear. Garret stood there in his thick coat, hiding exactly how fit he was. It made him look a little thicker, but it did protect him from the cold.
She watched him for a while trying to figure out if she knew him but she couldn't recognise him from anywhere. He was straining his bow ready to shoot. She didn't know if she should show herself, try to get away or pick up her gun and aim at him.
Suddenly he looks her way and she knows he saw her. "shit fuck shiiit" She thought. She quickly picked up her gun and loaded it. She put it to her chest and let out a big but quiet sigh. She stood up from kneeling in the icecold snow. Her hands were shaking. "fuck..." she whispered.
She revealed herself aiming the gun at him. "Okay easy now, put your bow down and I will put my gun down! Sounds good?" She said with a threatening voice. "I don't want any violence and it would be a shame to waste bullets." Kindra was breathing heavily, it was a long time since she last aimed with a gun. Not since the... incidence. She was starting to panic a bit thinking about it but quickly tried to calm down again and tried to steady her hands.
Garret eyed his prize immediately as it appeared in front of himself. Like an expert marksman he watched every detail of the environment, and the enemy in front of him. His eyes were filled with no sign of fear, having been put in this situation many times before. His eyes would meet hers, but his attention was also paid in his peripheral vision. Garret did not want to drop his bow now, she had already aimed her weapon towards him. Had she responded earlier to his calls he would be a bit more liberal, but the fact she waited, attempting to flank him even made his trust with this woman a little on edge. He could tell she wasn't very calm down. Her voice, he could notice how tense she was. His eyes caught her gun shaking.
Garret brought up a large smile, one that looked almost tyrannical. "You should really watch your flank, girl." Garret was pretty good at bluffing, in fact you had to be in this world. Garret got the sense that she wasn't calm, and there fore made mistakes a little more frequently. He also knew she didn't take a full look inside the cabin, or at least in her state she may think that someone else could have been hiding. In fact, it was more likely he wouldn't be alone in this world. Groups were much more effective. Garret waited for her, to see if she took the bait.
He pulled the bow as soon as he noticed an opening, not aiming for her, but instead aiming for her weapon. If hitting an apple off of someone's head at this distance was child play, his arrow would certainly contact her weapon as well. Garret had pulled off this shot more than he had failed it, and he had hoped it would cause her to drop the weapon.
Kindra was trying to hold her hands steady and tried not to think about her mother but it was so darn cold she couldn't hold it still even though she were calm. She took a big sigh and was now a little bit colder than before, she wasn't shaking as much and her accuracy rose.
Suddenly the man aimed his bow at her but he was certainly not aiming on her but something else. She was pretty good at seeing what people were aiming on since this wasn't the first encounter she had. It looked like he was straining himself pretty good and was looking towards her gun. He was aiming for her gun in hope of shooting it away. Clever...
She cocked her gun as he strained his bow. "Put your bow down and I will put my gun away." She said. "I am not out for blood, only protecting myself... I am on a quest after a bag with... a certain magazines in them. I trust you have seen it?" She asked him while ready to put her gun away.
