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Post by dylan on Dec 23, 2010 16:10:22 GMT -5
It was great that Harvey was back in the picture and everything and the fact that she had him back in her life was great but now it was time to see if she was really truly caring his child. Luckily Dylan had jacked a few pregnancy test from an abandoned drug store just in case. She was going to do this by a tree by her tent. She read the directions and did the following, Instead of just taking one test she decided to take two of them. So first she peed on the first stick and then peed on the second one. She waited for five minutes on both of the test. She took a deep breathe and looked at the first one. A frown appeared on her face but there was hope that the second one could be negative but instead it ended up being positive to. Great so now she knew that she was indeed pregnant with Harvey's baby and all but how would the others respond to the news that she was knocked up and having a baby when there were flesh eating zombies out there and that the world wasn't peachy like it use to be. Tears ran down her cheek constantly. She was deeply worried and didn't know what to think or what to do, Dylan knew that she was in love with Harvey no doubt about that at all but bringing a baby into their situation was just bad timing but she knew in the long run it would be worth her while to hold something so delicate and take care of it but she was worried what could happen with the Walkers and all. She always thought about terrible scenarios that played out in her head like a movie and she was terrified but she didn't want anyone else to know how terrified she truly was. She ran into her tent still crying. She laid down on her cot and placed her head into the pillow. She needed someone to talk to that would comfort her about what was going on. Someone that could help her and be positive about her situation and not be so negative but it wasn't like anyone was going to just talk to Dylan or maybe there was someone around camp that would like to talk about her issue and make her feel so much better. Her head was still pushed into the pillow but her sobbing had stopped at the moment she turned herself over laying upwards to look at the top of her tent. She placed her tiny hands up top of her little belly and smiled a sad smile. |
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Post by agni on Dec 23, 2010 18:19:40 GMT -5
 It had been a few days since the walkers had found their safe house and forced them out of it. A few days since they had woken up to find Beatrix and her little sister Lily gone, with nothing but a note left behind to explain their absence. The note had left little explanation, just a simple "Thank you for everything" and their names. Rory had come dashing into the kitchen that morning with panic in his eyes and had told him flat out that they were gone.
The brothers had searched everywhere in the immediate vicinity until nightfall and found no sign of the girls. And when they went back to retire for the night, they found walkers encroaching on the house. Frustrated, distraught and a little broken-hearted, Finny decided it was time to move on. Rory agreed and ever since they'd been on the move, travelling light. They'd taken what they could in the short time they had before the walkers reached them and left. Some canned food, whatever weapons they could find - they'd even found a shotgun in the cellar, but no shells.
They were back to their original plan: get to Kentucky, as fast as they could. Without the girls, the travelling was faster. They slept lightly, taking shifts and walked until they nearly dropped from exhaustion. Surely, without the little girls to look after they were covering more ground, but Finny couldn't help but feel guilty. Why had they gone? They were safer together, they had to know that! And Beatrix was hardly in any state to travel. And if they came up against the walkers in that state, they'd be defenseless.
Finny stopped for a moment and shut his eyes tightly, trying to keep the images at bay. He couldn't let his imagination get away from him, it would do nobody any good. Right now, he had to focus on him and Rory, and reaching his parents in Kentucky.
But Texas was a big state, and two days of walking hadn't even got them out of state yet. They had reached a clearing, and Finny was bone-weary with fatigue and worry, heart heavy and mind laden with worry. The sight of a pitched tent however gave him hope.
"Wait." He stopped walking and held out an arm to halt Rory as well. His eyes moved from Rory to the tent in front of them, trying to squash down any smidgen of hope. Hope would only disappoint him. He nodded towards the tent and moved forward silently, stepping around the debris on the ground to keep quiet. He didn't know what could be in that tent. It could be human, walker, or a tent a human had abandoned. He wasn't taking any chances.
But as he crept closer, the sound of crying reached his ears. He came up short and looked to Rory. You hear that? his eyes asked the question, not wanting to give them away in case of nearby danger. He crept closer to the tent, until he was close enough to see through the flap. He caught a glimpse of a young woman laying on a cot, hands on her stomach. The sound of quiet sniffling caught his attention. Obviously the woman was still human. And she was crying.
Aw hell, Finny thought. He couldn't stand to see a lass cry.
Signalling to Rory that it was safe, he cleared his throat and brushed the tent flap aside. He held his hands up to show that he meant no harm as he entered.
"Are you alright?"
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Post by dylan on Dec 26, 2010 17:45:10 GMT -5
She heard footsteps next to her tent and was thinking the first thing that would come to her mind was that it was walkers. She grabbed her pistol and kept it right next t her head. There was no way in hell that she was going to be lunch for a hunger walker or so any walker could have a combo meal. She held her pistol close and scooted closer to the opening to her tent. At the very least she knew how to fire a gun and shoot walkers within ten miles away and honestly she hated them and she hated the fact that here she was now pregnant at least two months and all and not knowing what her future was going to look like now.
She pointed her gun at the opening of her tent and than her reaction changed as she saw two men that didn't look anything like the undead. She heard one of them speak and knew that they must have heard her crying up a storm in her tent. Great even to people she didn't know she didn't like to show that she had a weak side. She saw them enter her tent. She shook her head at the one that had asked her is she was alright. Dylan thought for a moment on how to answer that she didn't wanna mention that she was preggo because well it wasn't their business and she didn't wanna seem weak either.
She set her pistol down right next to her hip and looked at both of them. Finally she opened her mouth and spoke. "Yes i think I'm alright, don't worry I'm no crying about being bitten or anything like that cause i haven't." She responded and then went on. "I'm crying because...let me just put it this way, I am having a baby when the world is a shit hole and there are walkers everywhere...and this isn't the perfect time for a anyone to tell another person that they are having a baby." She added but all she wanted to do was make her point but she didn't wanna sound weird about the whole situation either. "Like I'm happy about it and everything its just the timing couldn't be any worse." She said and then she put out her hand in a hand shake way and added. "I'm Dylan by the way...and you two are?" She introduced herself awaiting for the two men to do the same thing. |
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Post by agni on Dec 26, 2010 22:21:30 GMT -5
The Irishman raised an eyebrow at the young woman's first ramble, looking her over with a hint of amusement.
"No, lass, you look human enough to me." Finny couldn't help but bark a laugh as she continued, simultaneously agreeing with her and thinking she was an idiot for getting pregnant at a time like this. There were simple ways to prevent that, didn't she know? "Pregnant?" he asked, not bothering to hide the scoff in his voice. "You forget to call Johnny or what?" He nearly rolled his eyes. Teenagers. Just further proof that humanity was only asking for its own destruction. Finny shook his head. "You're right about one thing," he told her with a mirthless smile. "The world sure has gone to hell." No one could argue that.
"Like I'm happy about it and everything its just the timing couldn't be any worse."
Finny snorted. "You don't say," he added, ignoring her offered hand. He didn't do civilities. "Name's Finny," he replied nonetheless, before pointing a thumb at his brother. "That's Rory. He's mute, for all intents and purposes, so I wouldn't bother tryin' to get a word out of 'im. You'd only be wastin' your breath."
For the first time since entering the tent, Finny glanced around, taking in the cot set up in the corner and finally coming to rest on the pistol held loosely in Dylan's hand. Once upon a time, that might have phased him. It reminded him painfully though of their own weaponless state. Sure they had plenty of cutlery - the strong stuff they had found in the armoire at the last house they had stayed in - along with the shotgun, but the gun was useless without any ammo. As Rory had told him before, they needed ammo.
Eyes trained on her pistol and well aware that they had only just met and that asking for aid at a time when everyone was out to fend for themselves was only asking for trouble, he asked, "You wouldn't happen to have any shotgun shells lying about, would you?"
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Post by dylan on Dec 27, 2010 1:01:08 GMT -5
Dylan looked at the both of them. It was a good sight to see that there were two men that seemed in perfect shape and didn't look like they had been bitten or anything yet. She heard him question what she had just said and she nodded her head. "Yes i am pregnant, there is nothing i can do about it now expect for..well maybe if i go into town take some prenatal vitamins and some normal food other then fish." She said to him. She laughed at his remark it was funny. "Yes we forgot protection, it was right when the world turned to hell and we kinda thought screw it." She added letting out another soft laugh.
She nodded. She knew the world was now a death trap with Walkers walking around eating anything that still had a pulse to it. The world wasn't a safe place anymore, every where someone turned death was written on it. She looked up at him and wasn't sure if his comment was sarcastic or just how he was. She just looked blankly at him unsure of how to exactly respond to him. "Nice to meet you Finny and Rory, so what are you two doing in this area anyways? I thought you two were walkers at first but then seeing your skin wasn't gray and all i realized you two are just as alive as me anyways." She said. She pulled her pistol closer to her though. She knew that she could never be to protected.
She shook her head. "Oh i won't, even though your brother seems already interesting enough for a mute." She complimented but she was just being nice and wasn't going to say how he could of had a good paying job as a mime.
Her eye's wandered to where Finny was looking. She wasn't sure if he was one of those kinds of people that jacked things from other's , but at the same time she understood since she was like that before she landed in Texas. She looked up at him and then looked back down still holding her pistol tight. She then heard his question and pointed to her duffle that she used for weapons. "Yes i do, i also have a spare pistol in there too. Thats only if you would want to use it though." She responded back. She could tell they needed more weapons and she was that kind of person that would help out.
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Post by rory on Dec 27, 2010 23:05:09 GMT -5
He allowed himself to be hopeful for just an instant when they came upon a tent. He swallowed it down immediately when they heard the crying and Finny led them to approach the makeshift shelter. He raised a brow. Oh, Rory was never one to refuse approaching a woman, but they’d have enough drama for the rest of the year. If he wanted to say anything against it, he didn’t have the chance: they were close enough to be in hearing distance, and Rory’s speaking shut down again as though someone had flipped a switch, or locked his words into a cage.
The girl inside the tent was young, and she was crying. And she was apparently pregnant.
His brother, true to nature, cracked a joke about protection. Rory lifted an eyebrow when the young lass picked up on it. He was sure that today’s generation had a different word for it than they did. She answered with a confirmation. They hadn’t. Of course.
He met eyes with Finny, who he knew had to be thinking something along the lines of, ‘And this is humanity’s youth’. He confirmed that verbally with something Finny probably knew only he would decipher the true meaning of. The world was going to hell, but in Finny’s opinion, that had started quite some time ago. Once in awhile, Rory could see his point. Somebody had killed their grandparents, and Rory wasn’t all too sure that the cause of this apocalypse wasn’t humanity’s fault after all.
But mostly, he was the family optimist. This applied most fiercely when one compared the brothers directly.
Rory smirked at the description Finny offered, but turned eyes flashing with more than a hint of disgust when she answered him. Nice enough for a mute, and talking about him like he wasn’t even there. He didn’t mind being mute, but he did mind people who decided it was a category, or that he was anything less than smart. And that was how he took that when she talked about him like he hadn’t been there.
Maybe it wasn’t the smartest move, or the kindest move considering her current predicament – and Finny was a kind man, for the most part – but he raised his hand and flipped her his middle finger – followed, of course, by the sweetest of smiles. Nobody said he had to be nice all the time.
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Post by agni on Dec 30, 2010 2:26:57 GMT -5
Finny simply stared at Dylan as she added fuel to the fire in Finny's mind as to why humanity was asking for its own destruction. He let out a humourless chuckle at the end of her sentence. And there it is, lasses and gents, the real reason why humanity was busy tearing itself to shreds! The world is ending and our first reaction is to throw our hands up in the air and say: well, screw it! The world's gone to hell anyway, what's the harm? The Irishman shook his head in disbelief, a crooked mirthless smile on his lips.
"Screw it," he scoffed, voice flat. He was glancing at Dylan, unimpressed. "Right, why not, eh?"
Finny cracked his knuckles, rolling his neck until his shoulder popped. He glanced over at Rory for a moment before turning back to Dylan. "Just passing through," he answered, already itching to be on the move again. "We've got places to be and, with any luck, people to be seeing there." The thought of his parents pulled to the forefront of his mind again. He wondered how they were faring. Were they even still alive? He sure as hell hoped so, for their sakes, and his.
The mute comment hit a nerve with Finny, sticking somewhere between his shoulder-blades like tic. Not everyone was accustomed to having a mute person around, and everyone reacted to it in different ways and in the grand scheme of things, all things considered, Dylan's reaction wasn't the worst one they'd had, nor a bad one, even. But catching Rory's eye across the tent and the subtle upturn of a certain middle finger, Finny figured his brother felt the same way. His lips twitched into a grin at the silent display of passive aggression, proud that his brother felt inclined to stick up for himself.
The lass didn't seem too bad though, if you ignored the fact that she thought it smart to bring a child up in a world like this. Finny didn't mind children usually, but it was the ones whose sole purpose was the addition to the growing census of idiocy that was the human population that really ticked him off. As far as he was concerned, people who thought like that shouldn't be allowed to bear children.
But she wasn't trying to kill them and she was offering to share some of her ammo, and right now, that was all that mattered. With a genuine grin this time, Finny tipped his head to her in thanks as he went over to where she was pointing. He crouched by the duffle bag and started riffling through it for the offered weapons.
Collecting the shells for the shotgun into one hand, he turned to her with a raised brow and a look of surprise. "You'd have to be mad to think we wouldn't take you up on that offer." He pocketed the shotgun shells and took up the pistol, testing its weight in his hand and the condition of the weapon. Looked sturdy enough to him. Probably was a fine gun at one point, all shiny silver and gleaming brass, but now it was scratched and dull, reflecting nothing but murky shadows. Not that he gave a care about how it looked: so long as it fired it was good with him.
He checked the chamber, found it empty and began slotting bullets into the empty holes. The gun could hold six bullets at a time, making it a hell of a lot easier to use than the shotgun. But it was good to have both, just in case. Once finished, he grabbed what extra bullets he could find and tucked them all away.
Flicking the safety on the pistol, he tossed the gun to Rory with a grin. "How's that, eh? It'll be a hell of a lot quicker than the shotgun." He turned back to Dylan, finding just a bit of respect for her in his dark heart. "Go raibh maith agat. Thank you,"
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Post by dylan on Jan 2, 2011 20:23:09 GMT -5
Dylan bit her lip seeing that she should not have labeled Rory like she did. He probably was more intelligent then she gave him credit for, she saw his finger gesture but wasn't exactly sure on what to say. She felt bad for saying that cause she remembered how in high school she was called that 'Goth Chick' Or even worse 'Devil worshiper' Because how she dressed and putting Rory into a group wasn't her thing it was just she didn't know how to respond to hearing that Finny's brother was a mute.
She lifted up her pointer finger. "Rory i can tell i said the wrong thing, i didn't mean to categorize you, just never met a mute before, and i understand the whole categorizing someone without knowing them. I bet your brilliant." She said to Rory because she didn't want someone to hate her for not thinking clearly and it was her fault for doing so in the first place.
Sh turned her attention back to Finny. He did make a good point. The world was a shit whole full of rotting bodies that had life in them, but not the same life that was started into the bodies. It was more like the devil was playing puppeteer with the bodies if Dylan believed in that kind of stuff. "Well i guess you could say Harvey and i didn't think we would end up being parents in this mess, so we gotta play our cards the right way now." She responded to Finny as she was just trying to prove a point.
Dylan lifted up her head at Finny. It seemed like those two guys were trying to find people and making the best out of it. They seemed like a great model of never give up looking for people you care about and she liked that. They seemed to have hope and it made her smile because people like that deserved a second chance to have their life over.
She agreed with him about the ammo. "Yes well no where is safe anymore, and if you ever run out go into a city and break into an armory and you will find plenty of weapons that you can use to kill walker's." She suggested. All she could do at the moment was give helpful advice and since she was pretty quick at that stuff for now.
She put a piece of her long bangs behind her ear and looked at the two men. "Um your welcome to bad i don't understand what came out before the thank you part." She shrugged her shoulders but she didn't understand what he had said and it was abit confusing to her. "Oh yeah may i interests you in some food to take with you on your journey?" She asked as she dug into her pack of easy to make food, but it was much better than fish. "I don't mind if you have to take alot or not, i can always go into the city near bye if i have to." She added with her hands in front of them and fresh food in the palms of her small hands.
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Post by agni on Jan 7, 2011 0:02:39 GMT -5
At Dylan's hurry to explain herself to Rory, Finny shrugged, a touch of amusement playing around his mouth. "I probably shoulda mentioned that," he added belatedly. "Rory's not mute exactly. He can talk, it's just that he doesn't." He glanced over at his brother and then back at Dylan. "Though I'm told he has a very expressive face."
"I bet you're brilliant." Dylan said to Rory and Finny's eyes lit up. "So he is!" he answered with a grin, slapping a friendly hand on Rory's shoulder, just to be annoying. "And so am I!" Well, no one ever said he had to be modest about it.
He broke off with the bragging because Dylan was staring at them with a smile he had no idea what he'd done to deserve. He stared back blankly, wondering why she was smiling at them when they'd all but intruded on her and she didn't even know them. Then again, the lass was having a baby during the end of the world, so Finny figured not everything she did had to make sense. In fact, it was probably better for all if it didn't make sense.
She sounded pleased by her advice but Finny remained unconvinced by her enthusiasm, crossing his arms over his chest and regarding her with a sceptical raised brow.
When she finished, he shook his head, a slight smile on his lips. "Nah. If it were that easy, girl, no one'd be dead or hungry. Rory n' me, we just came from a small town south of Dallas," Geography was never his strong suit, but he knew the important ones. "The place was cleaned out. Any place that seemed promising was filled with squatters or walkers." his tone darkened and a slight shiver passed through him, thinking of that rotting reanimated flesh and foul breath. He hated the bloody things. "You only find stuff if your lucky. You must have luck on your side to have found this much."
Well, she had one thing going for her, then. She'd had enough brains to go in and take what she needed while it was still ripe for the picking. Finny supposed they were just lucky she was still willing to share. He felt a slight twinge of discomfort at sharing that information before they'd even received their ammo.
He felt a hell of a lot better about it all with the pistol on hand and the ammo in his pack, though. It wouldn't last long, the way things were going, but it was something. He and Rory had survived on less.
Finny's mouth quirked up when the gaelic flustered her. "Oh, I was translating," he told her. "I figured you probably wouldn't understand it; most folks don't." at that, he laughed. He did like to surprise folks, especially when it threw them for a loop.
He cocked an incredulous eyebrow at her offer of sharing food, but wisely decided to keep his mouth shut this time, accepting the offered food with a nod of thanks. Hell, he wasn't going to ruin a good gift if the need didn't call for it. Waste not, want not, after all.
"'Beggar that I am," he quoted, with a slightly crooked smile. "'I am even poor in thanks."'
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Post by rory on Jan 7, 2011 2:06:42 GMT -5
They called it selective for a reason. He’d always talked to his brother just fine, despite how hard it might have been for other people to believe. It might not have been a choice for him to be mute, but it was definitely a choice for him to speak to his brother. And it was a good one, at that. They got along as well as two brothers could at the end of the world, and while Rory didn’t have an example to go by, he thought that they were doing pretty well.
They had a gun now, at least. It felt great to hold a gun that he knew had ammo in it and wasn’t more than a means to pistol whip an undead creature. (Though he had to admit, pistol whipping zombies was an effective way of getting the point across. Not easy, certainly not clean, but effective. And that was what they were going for, after all.) He grinned.
The elder of the brothers raised his brow and shrugged his shoulders when his brother called himself a genius. Rory had quite the expressive face, and it served him well. The Irishman looked at his brother and tilted his head with a plaintive, almost reproachful expression, as though to say, And we’re not getting into this discussion again. he almost smiled at the silent conversation he knew Dylan wouldn’t understand, because over the years they’d perfected the art of talking to each other without words.
Finny knew how Rory felt about his not using any of his brain for anything, but it didn’t much matter now that the world had gone to shit. Besides, most of it was mere teasing and prodding anyway. Rory respected his little brother’s decisions and understood them.
He knew what his brother was thinking as he took the food – because Rory was thinking the same thing. If this girl was offering it … why not? She was still offering food after he’d flipped her off. In Rory’s eyes, she was all but begging them to take it. So why shouldn’t they? It was right there. Not like they had to steal it.
He shrugged his shoulders and quirked an eyebrow at his brother again. Aye, why not?
There he went with the quoting again. He’d heard that one before (he was nearly sure he’d heard the entire play by now) but he saved that one for later. Rory would be sure to screw with the wording later on to annoy Finny, though his personal favorite was still, ‘Frailty, thy name is Finnegan!’
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Post by dylan on Jan 11, 2011 22:51:00 GMT -5
>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.> Wanting Life to be Perfect And wanting a Happy Ending Just won't happen, Not Now and not in The Future . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . While keeping her eye's on both of them she just shrugged her shoulders. She knew it would of been a smart idea if Finny did mention that his brother chose to be mute instead of her thinking he was born that way and had special needs and everything but he wasn't. So there was no guilt shed there and all. "Well that is always good to know that he can talk, but at the same time it is understandable to why he isn't talking in this shit hole." She responded while tapping her handgun on her leg gentley In a way she felt like she had to watch them though. She still had things in her tent that she didn't want anyone else to have or take of a matter of fact. Her eye's narrowed looking down near her cot where she had a few hand grenades.
This conversation was pretty interesting and all but she learned in the past that not many survivors were that nice and all, and she just felt like maybe there was more to these two man then they turned out to be. She kept her gun tapping on her leg and had to laugh. She wasn't going to seem stuck in the clouds or anything but it seemed like she just had those skills to get what was needed and not be surounded by walkers. "Maybe you were just in the wrong kind of shopping area. I mean yes there are walkers every where but if your sneaky enough you can get what you need in no biggie." She explained with a grin appearing on her face. "I don't call it luck, I call it being young and knowing what i'm doing." She added, but she did know what she was doing and there was no doubt about it.
She scratched at her head at his translation. She was still a little bit confused but didn't want them to notice that one bit. "Um and plus you two seem like you were born in a totally different country." She stated as she could hear his accent and he seemed non america to her anyways. Dylan didn't mind giving them food anyways she knew that she could just get more or go fishing. It wasn't like the men were going to eat her dry out of food and anyways it was the survival of the fittest and the walkers and talking up with these guys showed her that family stuck together too even though she still had no idea if the rest of her family was even alive or not but she was going to be strong for herself and her unborn baby.
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