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Post by Logan Street on Feb 21, 2017 18:05:18 GMT -5
 Tick Tock Goes The Clock The blood trail had started with droplets, and Logan used the tip of his rifle to move a piece of branch to get a good look. Just three little drops in a vertical line. He eyed it carefully before he noticed the foot prints heading the same way. Keeping himself as quiet as possible, and keeping close to whichever cover he could find, he followed as the droplets became more sporadic. His body remained low as he maneuvered through the grass, glancing at what looked like blood on the top of some long grass tops, as if someones hand brushed through it. Something was off. Pausing, he glanced around the area as complete stillness seemed to echo around the area.
There was no wind and the grass didn’t seem to move. He couldn’t see anything, and not even a whistling in the air was heard. His breathing remained shallow and the hair on the back of his neck seemed to prick at him with nerves. Then he heard the scream. The blood curdling scream that sliced through the silence and struck at him like a fist to the face. Instantly he moved, feet running across the ground but still staying low as he shuffled as fast as he can towards the noise. The blood drops seemed to get bigger and bigger as he moved.
Then it wasn’t just blood droplets. It was a trail. A smear that tracked back into the grass. What he wouldn’t do for a lawn mower right then. Something shuffled to the left of him. Something moved to the right of him. The grass seemed to move as if the wind was blowing, but it wasn’t. The tips of the grass swaying ever so slightly as the rustle continued, barely audible. Forcing his heart rate to slow, his hand gripping at his rifle and his finger hovering the trigger. Silence. Silence.
A low growl, deeper than anything he had heard before, was heard to his right and he swiveled and his gun went off. What had he gotten himself in to? Nosy person he was. But a lot of farmers used this land, and after the Scorch he figured perhaps they would try to set up again. When he saw the blood, well, instinct took in. Now he felt as if the person or persons he was trying to save was probably – most likely – not worth saving, and he had no idea where or what was surrounding him. Fuck he hated this horrible fucking stinking planet.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2017 2:54:20 GMT -5
There was a point where all you could do is pray. His hands trembled as he tightly held onto the small bible. He felt a very real, very tangible fear of death. In the middle of nowhere, with no one to help him, no one but God. Was it his time now? He had just seen Riley the other day, was what the only reason he'd been kept alive? To apologize? He could do nothing but accept this truth. He had been pulled away from the earth, he had lived his life of sin, and now it was his time. Right before him, inches in front of his face, was the creature. Guy whined, his lips held tightly together as he stifled a sob.
He had come to see where the farming stood after their most recent scorch. He had come to enjoy the smell of dirt and the heat of the sun. Instead, he saw the large, tiger-like creature, and run. Or rather, tried to run. The thing had been quick, lashing its quill-like tail at him. He had continued his attempt to flee, but the creature grabbed his leg and decided that dragging him around suited him better. At that point the man had given up. "God is our refuge and strength," his voice cracked as he whispered the words, "an ever-present help in trouble," the creature continued to sniff at his face. Had he known any better, he would have thought the thing was trying to suck his soul out. "Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way..."
And then it moved away, disappearing into the tall grass. He could hear it still, and was either too hurt or too afraid to get up. "And the mountains fall into the heart of the sea," he was silent, still a trembling, bleeding mess. Followed shortly after was the loud crack of a gun, and Guy winced away from the sound. He almost continued crying, both from exhaustion and fear, but then realized that he was suddenly very not alone. Fueled with a new hope, Guy got up and hobbled as quickly as he could towards the direction that the sound of the gun had come from.
Now upright and walking, he was able to fully realize the severity of his condition. The alien's quills had sliced through the comfortable (and very expensive) sweater. A few of the quills awkwardly stuck out of him, and at the moment he dared not take them out. His leg was not much better, with a few quills protruding from the skin and ripped fabric. It had not taken a chunk out of his leg, but there was a large bite mark where the thing had grabbed him and dragged him.
He had not formally met the man before, but somehow it seemed a little wrong to exchange formalities in the given situation. He crouched beside Logan and faced the opposite direction. Although he had no weapon, he could at least provide another set of eyes. "You don't happen to have another one of those, do you?" he gestured to the gun.
ooc // huh?? what was that??? you wanted someone actually helpful??
Oops.
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 8, 2017 15:13:43 GMT -5
Tick Tock Goes The Clock You know what would be really nice? A lovely stroll through the fields, perhaps running into a bunny or squirrel and enjoying the freedom away from the Scorch. Although Logan wasn’t one to run through fields of lavender, he would definitely prefer that to the current situation. Why did this living hell of a planet constantly try to kill him? It was getting quite annoying. Actually, perhaps it was the common denominator which was the problem. Weeks of being by himself, barely a scratch of a twig against his cheek. Yet, as soon as any other human comes near him, death awaits.
Maybe he should go back to being a recluse.
The thought barely had time to enter his brain before suddenly a mess of blood and gashes was crouched next to him. Blue eyes traced down the ripped sweater, to the gnarly leg, and then looked away from the man. So, now not only did he have to fight some invisible creature that was stalking them – But also the man that was next to him would leave a bleeding trail directly to anywhere they decided to go. ”Try to not bleed.” Was his gruff response, because apparently that would be the easiest solution to the SEAL right then.
This situation was causing his brow to perspire ever so slightly. He just had to be a curious nancy now didn’t he. Oh what’s that blood. Oh! Maybe someone needs help. Oh let’s just go traipsing through waist high grass without paying attention. Now how would they get out of this? The man could probably barely out run a 5 year old child. Perhaps…Perhaps he could just leave the injured man by himself? That would lure the creature away from Logan fast enough he could escape and get on with his life. Wait…
Bait.
The rustling happened again, almost as if it was the wind through the grass yet just a little too pinpointed. Logan reached down and grabbed his six inch blade, and handed it off to the man to his right, hilt first. His gun raised quickly, finger hovering as he tracked the breeze, yet it was difficult to pinpoint exactly. They had to lure the beast out, or they were sitting on their dinner plate. ”I need you to run, as fast as you can, If you scream loudly while you do, that would be perfect.” Logan was whispering, barely above audible. He paused talking, just momentarily, as he got his gun ready and seemed to steady himself. Flashing a quick smile towards the stranger, he added: ”Don’t worry, I am sure I will get a head shot in before he gets you. Well... About 50% sure.”
Although he was a marksman, so hey, perhaps that would be about 60% sure.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2017 15:58:44 GMT -5
"What!?" he said, too loudly. He covered his mouth with his hand, for a moment just blankly staring at the man. He expected him to run? H'd already tried running, and if anything, it got him dragged around through the dirt and mud, it ruined his sweater, and-- and!!! Guy looked down at the knife, then to Logan. He hesitantly took the knife, his fingers tightly wrapping around the hilt. He swallowed the lump in his throat, hoping that the man's words were a joke. He heard the demon's growl, and knew he had to act now or act never. "Those aren't betting odds," he said, and took a step away from the man.
His first step was the hardest, and although the stranger was probably batshit crazy, it had been comforting to have some source of protection. Now he had a knife and his bible, and somehow the knife felt like it would barely be useful. In his left hand, he held the knife, his right, the bible. "The Lord is with me," he whispered to himself, and took another step. "I will not be afraid," blood oozed from his wounds, the quills that jutted from his skin making it hard to walk straight. He had to run, run and pray that this crazy man could shoot well enough.
He limped along, faster now, into the unknown. All he could hear was his own heart loudly drumming in his ears, he could hear grass rustling. Was it from him, or was the creature on him. "What can mere mortals do to me?" he said this loudly, he closed his eyes, and finally ran. If his painful, hobbling, limping sort of thing that he was doing could be called running. The tiger-like creature growled, suddenly he knew he could hear the thing chasing after him.
A loud, low growl cracked through the air, and Guy turned around to see the thing jumping at him. He threw the bible at it, seconds later realizing that he'd meant to throw the knife (not that it would have done much better). As he jumped out of the tiger-like creature's path, he screamed: "SHOOT IT!" The terror in his voice shocked him. He hit the ground, but unwilling to give up, Guy got up and somehow managed to keep on running. |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 8, 2017 16:28:22 GMT -5
Tick Tock Goes The Clock While he himself was not a religious man, he knew faith could keep the strong will alive. So as the man spoke louder and louder, Logan simply hoped it gave him some relief. Honestly? He really didn’t think the guy would be able to move let alone hobble away that fast. A begrudging respect would be given for that. Even if the fool had gotten himself trapped a lone by a creature with absolutely no weapons on him. See, this is why he avoided the colonists.
Keen eye. Sharp focus. Basically he had one mission right then. One chance. The problem was, he had actually not really seen the creature yet. Perhaps he should have gotten a bit of information from the mangled man first, but oh well. Can’t really yell after him now. By the markings in his leg, and the claw marks, he knew it would be big. Fast. And deadly. Besides the worm, Logan had not come across anything that was bullet proof, so he had that going for him. Which was nice.
While the man started to pray louder, Logan tried to focus his breathing to shallow it as much as possible. The rustling of the mans leg as it half limped behind him, and the trail of blood that trickled down, would be the perfect bait. If he could actually manage to shoot the thing on time, either way Logan was confident at least he would get out of there alive. Perhaps the praying man, not so much.
The low growl erupted into commotion as the beast lunged into the air and then…Did he just throw the bible at the 400lb beast?! Lining on his sights, his finger hovered over the trigger as the injured man flung himself out of the way.
Steady Breath. Calm heart. Ignore the screams. The beast was moving too fast, seeming to burst with energy as it chased after the limping man. It leapt up on it’s hind legs. Its large claws extended to claw out the mans back. It’s teeth extended.
BANG
The shot rang out just before it was about to land on the quilled man - and the beasts body seemed to snap sideways and away from it’s prey. The thud on the ground seemed to echo and vibrate through the land. Then silence. Logan moved swiftly and ran towards the intended victim. His gaze landed first on the enormous beast that seemed stilled. His foot kicked out to nudge at it’s paw before he whistled to himself in satisfaction.
”Never seen one of those before. Damn scary. So glad it wasn’t chasing me.” Logan glanced from the fallen beast to the injured guy who had been hobbling out with large quills sticking from his leg. His gun slung around over his shoulder as he surveyed the situation. ”Next time perhaps throw the knife…not the pad of paper. We might want to get those quills out pretty fast, who knows if they are laced with poison”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2017 17:40:12 GMT -5
The thundering crack of a gunshot echoed and Guy hit the ground. In the corner of his eye he saw teeth and fangs and bloodthirsty eyes, but then the thing seemed to jerk to the side, dead. He stared at the thing wide eyed in disbelief, his hands visibly shaking as he dumbly looked at it. The stranger soon appeared too, and Guy dumbly watched as he kicked the catlike thing and confirmed that it was actually dead. He was stuck in his own fear until the man spoke, which is when his gaze fell to what he had in his hand. Then he looked at the bloodied mess that he was.
At last, Guy took a great, big breath. His heart still hammered away at his chest, but for the time being it seemed like he was going to be okay. The high of adrenaline was leaving him, and quickly replacing it was the pain of his own condition. His head was starting to hurt and feel light, and somehow his new companion either didn't realize the severity of the situation, or didn't care.
The first quill was the easiest, but the second was met with resistance. "Stop standing there and help me," he managed to get out. Guy tried to focus despite the increasing amount of brain fog and pulled out another quill.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the tiny medkit, his hands still shaking as he fumbled with the zipper. This had been the first time he'd actually needed to use it since they'd landed, which meant that it was probably the wrong time to realize how severely lacking it was. He scowled at the contents.
After all of the quills had been successfully removed from his body, Guy used the knife to first rip at his pants so he could get a good look at the mess of his leg. He then took off his sweater, then the shirt under that, then tossed it at the man. "Cut that into strips. Give me your gun."
He opened the moonshine, took a swig of it, and reminded himself not to pass out just yet. |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 8, 2017 21:13:13 GMT -5
Tick Tock Goes The Clock WHe had no problem helping with the removal of quills, and instead of tossing them back he lowered them onto the ground next to him carefully. Their strength, sharpness and sturdiness would come in handy with a quick washing of the guy, who seemed to be barking orders. The one thing of any soldier though, was the ability to follow orders without relaying backtalk, especially when they seemed to know what the hell they were talking about. For someone who threw a bible instead of the knife, he sure was strong willed.
From years in the field, he moved himself at a steady and sure speed, ripping the t-shirt into strands as instructed. Then he demanded the gun from Logan, and instantly he swivelled it, to the opposite shoulder of the guy. As he ripped the final strand and handed it to him, he simply stated; ”Yeah..That’s not gonna happen.” The one thing about being an injured stranger was, he held no trust for him. You could be lying almost dead, but it only took one move of a finger to shoot someone, and that wasn’t something he would give up for anyone.
Besides, he assumed it wasn’t the gun the guy needed. Without hesitation after his refusal, he was already in motion. He retrieved a handful of bullets from the mag, and his Swiss blade with pliers inside. With precision only someone well strengthened and precise could pull off quickly, he pulled out the shell and freed the gun powder in the casing before instantly passing it to him and doing another in succession.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2017 22:01:47 GMT -5
Guy, who had no choice but to be of few words, glared at Logan with all of the fury that existed in him. He wanted to scream, but he didn't have the energy nor time to yell at the man. To say that he hadn't thought of sinking the blade of the knife into the man's neck would be a lie. Thankfully the man seemed to understand why he needed the gun, and was instead gifted with something much more helpful. Really, it was doubtful that Guy could have fiddled with the gun and then with the bullets. He took what he needed and went to work.
When the flame of his lighter ignited the gunpowder, his mind went numb from the pain. A strong wave of nausea came over him, and Guy tightly shut his eyes and tried his best to not throw up. He pointed at the leg again, making a circling motion with his wrist. "Wrap it," he said, bringing a hand up to his mouth. He took that moment to calm down and let the nausea pass, and then using the duct tape and remaining scraps of cloth, covered the wounds that needed it the most. It was as best as he could do, but right then he needed to take advantage of the stranger. He was there, and hadn't run off, and was helping.
Guy hated him anyways.
He saw his bible and reached for it, safely tucking it in a pocket. He grabbed the knife again, if only because he had literally nothing else (except for perhaps an unwilling man) to protect him. He struggled to get the sweater back on, which was caked in dirt and mud and sweat and blood. When he managed that, he gathered the kit supplies and put that in another pocket. He regretted not taking another drink of the moonshine.
The doctor was pale and sweaty, he struggled to hold onto his head. "Help me up, let's go." It was never a humbling experience to realize how much shorter he was than most people. It was rare that he could get an inch on other men. He wrapped an arm around Logan's waist and as he was hoisted up, another strong wave of nausea hit him.Guy weakly coughed and let out a quiet moan in pain. Everything spun, and when he found himself again, he saw that creature. Its eyes were wide, frozen in anger. He tried to think if there had been more than one, but couldn't remember. Everything was a painful, terrifying blur.
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 10, 2017 14:39:01 GMT -5
Tick Tock Goes The Clock Logan did as asked, although slightly getting irritated. Not even a thank you. So, he helped the guy to his feet, which he seriously thought was an idiotic decision. And then he loosened his hold because he was never anyones crutch. Letting go seemingly at the most opportune moment, the guy swooned and then collapsed. He landed face first in the tall grass, which would have softened his blow, but he was face to face with the creatures snarling dead face.
Logan just stared there and looked down as he watched the fear enter the injured man again, and he couldn’t help the small snort of satisfaction that released from his throat. So far the guy had cost him one too many bullets, although one was just enough. And his pants and shirt were now covered in the guys blood. Fuck, that was going to be a pain to clean out. How was he supposed to look unthreatening to the ladies if he was covered in human blood? Maybe he could get Zee to at least get some of it out, she seemed like she'd be good at that sort of thing.
If the injured man was lucky, he would pass out from the pain so Logan could have some peace. See, he may be an ass, but he wouldn’t leave the almost dead man there alone. Well, most likely not. Less he pissed him off enough. ”You owe me bullets and a new shirt.” Was his statement as he crouched down and pulled the creatures face away from the guys face and dragging it a few feet before crouching low between the two.
Retrieving his canteen he took a long swig before passing it to the half unconscious man. ”Drink.” And then he grabbed a large stick off the ground and shoved it behind the large saber like teeth to the back of the jaw, before retrieving his rope to begin securing the creature. This would feed quite a few families, and perhaps the coat would make a warm covering for one or two people.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2017 15:34:59 GMT -5
Landing face first, grass or not, was not pleasant. For a few seconds he was out, though quickly came to, face-to-face with that thing. It didn't seem like Logan Street was willing to leave the area so quickly. The injured man brought his hands up to his face and covered his eyes as the stranger worked on dragging the thing away from him. He focused on breathing, and could barely hear the man's words. He wanted to snap at the man, but bit down on his tongue and pressed his palms to his face a bit more, knowing it was probably, maybe in his best interest to keep his seething hatred to himself. Another time, in another place, when he wasn't in danger of literally being eaten alive. Guy suddenly laughed. What sort of messed up life it was to be billions of miles away from their home, on another planet, in fear of being eaten alive. He sort of wanted to believe it wasn't real, that it was some weird hallucination. Or maybe he was dead, maybe he had actually died years ago. His laughing fit was quiet, but mostly short-lived. He fell into silence, or maybe unconsciousness, as Logan somehow managed to move the giant creature. When he spoke, Guy jumped and pulled his hands from his face. He reached for the canteen and did as he was told, only realizing how parched he was when he'd started to drink. Without much thought, Guy greedily drank all of the water, then let the empty canteen fall to the ground. He tilted his head up to watch the man, who was doing... something... with the creature. Homesickness began to plague him, and he missed his easy, going to the grocery store to pick out a steak type of life. He missed sitting on the porch and sipping a cup of coffee and reading the paper. What had they all done to deserve this? Or, well, he supposed he knew what he had done. In fear of passing out for good, Guy unsteadily sat up. He leaned over and held his head again, unable to help the fear that it might actually pop off if he didn't. "Have you considered," his tongue felt heavy, but he said each word carefully, "that there may be more of those things lurking about?" He held his face a bit more tightly. "And maybe right this second, sitting around playing dice up the big giant fucking alien tiger might not be a good idea." |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 10, 2017 15:51:12 GMT -5
Tick Tock Goes The Clock I thought of it but,” Logan paused to strengthen his ties, and glanced side long towards the half conscious man. He looked so pitiful, covered in blood and half desperation entering his voice. Whatever strength Logan had thought he had, was short lived. Hell, he was surprised the creatures victim hadn’t already pissed his pants. Who knew though, with all the blood covering, he may have. The guys whining was irritating. Sure his leg was open and wounded, but did he have to complain about everything Logan did? Why didn't he just leave on his own if he was so adamant on leaving. Wouldn't bother Logan none.
Although it would be an amusing image to see him trying to walk by himself.
”The gun fire and the stench of death is surrounding this place now, so it gives us time. Besides you are in no shape to move and should rest. Only an idiot would try to run when they can barely stand.” Was this hobbling idiot seriously trying to leave when he could barely keep his eyes open? Once he found the rope was secure, he maneuvered again to retrieve the bundle of sticks that was fastened to the bottom of his bag and tossed them down.
”I saved your life, and now you owe me. So I wont let you die until you repay your debt to me. No matter how much of a whiner you are. This beast will feed many hungry families, so I will not let it go to waste. It might have had to die for your stupidity, but at least it can be used for some good.” He began to use his blade to break up the earth below, his hands making fast movement of digging out the grass and creating a small crater on the ground where he began to place the dry stack in it. "Can you please just pass out now, or shall I knock you out?” Logan was half tempted to hit him across the head with the butt end of his gun, but he doubted that would make things much easier.
Bastard didn’t even say thank you. How inconsiderate he was. Throwing a handful of grass, Logan grabbed his magnifying glass and, pausing to take heed to the surrounding area and finding nothing out of the ordinary. Hell a weird bird was even on the ground near them, probably scoping out the carcass. Voila, fire. But not just a fire, more smoke than flame, to prevent a forest fire and well to keep them safe from wildlife for at least a little bit.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2017 16:44:30 GMT -5
@lark wasn't being specific enough, which only fueled Guy's growing hatred for the man. He was assuming that the man knew all of this stuff, and clearly knew it more than he did, but the injured man had always been a sucker for details. How much time did they have? Did Logan know if there were more creatures around it? Was the man planning on just using him for bait? "Can't blame me for being trying," he weakly said. Also couldn't blame him for being scared out of his mind. Despite being injured, he wanted to run, and the want consumed him. He probably physically couldn't, but felt like getting up and running off would be the best plan of action. Unfortunately, Guy was not in charge in this situation. He had to sit there and do as he was told.
He did not like sitting and doing as he was told.
Shortly after being threatened, and not wanting to be thwacked upside the head with a blunt object, Guy slowly let his head find the ground again. His mind continued to buzz with questions, things he was too tired to even attempt to ask. He tried to think of a time that he'd ever told someone that they owed him for saving his life. He could not think of one instance. Guy had never considered that someone needed to do something for him for saving their life, and instead found satisfaction in the joy that it brought him. Sometimes he got flowers, sometimes he got asked out for coffee or dinner, or sweet thank you notes.
In his half-awake state, Guy mentally wrote Logan a note. It went something like Thank you for not letting me die, but also I hate you. His eyes finally closed, and Guy didn't utter another peep. |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 10, 2017 19:23:23 GMT -5
Tick Tock Goes The Clock Thank God.
Finally he had passed out, and Logan couldn’t be more pleased. His eyes scanned the guy, checking his breathing rhythm which was steady but shivering ever so slightly. Once Logan had dragged the beast a bit further away, he gutted it and skinned it. Then, as the guy still remained passed out, Logan began to blow at the bottom of the fire to get more smoke going. Grabbing his water, he sprinkled it on some dry grass to moisten it before he threw that in the fire as well to create as much smoke as he could upwards.
It did as it was supposed too, and attracted the attention of nearby farmers. Two young ladies, and three middle aged men could be seen walking their direction. Grabbing his canteen, and then, glancing at the moonshine he twitched his brow upwards slightly. As a nomad, Logan rarely did anything for free for those he didn’t know. He’d risk his life saving someone, but he wasn’t a medic. He wasn’t good hearted (or at least he didn’t think so). So he did what he always did, he reached down and grabbed the moonshine and shoved it in his pack.
Definitely worth the bullets. Wrapping his hand around his new bundle, he knew he would have to dry it but definitely not here. At least half the weight was gone. He had wrapped everything up cleanly in his hammock, which of course would easily wash out in the river. Then he made his way, towards the farmers. He explained how he had found the man there, and did what he could, but he really needed to get to somewhere safe. The young men rushed over, and after handing them a good chunk of fresh meat in payment, he strolled off and left the stranger he had risked his life over, in a field with five new colonists.
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