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Tex stands, wincing. "I'm going to start walking...I might be..slow." |
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A muffled noise of affirmative comes from behind the rubbish. After a minute Thalynn appears with a hiker's pack and a bedroll. "I'll follow you to this deer." She answers the unanswered question. "I don't want to risk another person stumbling across me." |
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"If you hadn't posted a trap, I'd never had known." He states softly, limping towards his kill. "You can call me Texas." |
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"I needed sleep... I was hoping game would come across here." She admits softly. |
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Fortunately there was plenty, and Jon packed a week and a half's worth of food. Time to go hunting. If he could find game, that'd be even better. But no matter. He set off at a brisk pace, hurrying to get out of the town before the sun set any more. He had a lot of ground to cover. |
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The two men have been trudging solemnly through the forest for the past couple hours; in about thirty minutes, they'll turn around and meet back at the shipping yard. The others should be still opening shipping crates and shifting through to find anything useful. The two in the forest have moved in order to check out a town, moving as silently as they can. With one man in his 60's and the other a chatty teenager, their attempts at stealth were sufficient but not exactly... optimal.
"Malik... ain't nuttin' round 'ere man, we gotta 'ead back sooner 'r later."
"...I'm inclined to agree." Malik shoulders his pack, still panting slightly. "I've completely lost track of the time. We'll keep going for a bit further until..." Malik stops suddenly, crouching down.
"Wuzzit, wuzzit?" The kid mutters under his breath, following Malik as he takes cover behind another tree.
"About 300 meters ahead of us, deer lying down."
The kid mutters something, chuckling lightly. "Finly, sumtin intrestin'." |
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The boy points out the kill, laying in the dirt. "See? Four hundred yards I got him from!"
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Thalynn nods with a smile. "Lovely shot." She walks forward, eyes peering about. Something not sitting right with her. |
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(There really wouldn't be forest, it would have Been burned away or destroyed by the blast. It's more like a desert all about as only the hardiest vegetation survived.)
He approaches the deer, kneeling. "A clean kill." |
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Malik has been peeking out from behind the cover until he could spot the two figures moving up towards the deer. Afterwards he sighs, moving back into cover. "Two figures..."
"Dat's good tho, righ'? Dat means we beh near dat town: 'bout time."
"...Maybe."
"Whai we beh hidin' awt 'ere den? C'mon, lez keep goin'." The kid, Jowd, taps the end of his hunting rifle, impatience in his eyes.
"Let's just wait for them to move on before we approach the town. The last thing that we want at this point is an altercation in the middle of this rough terrain; I'm about ready to drop."
The deer people were far enough away from Malik and Jowd anyhow. The two get a bit more comfortable, taking a long awaited and needed rest in the shade of what used to be a tree. |
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She nods. "Is it still bleeding?" Already she ties a cord about the legs. |
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"Yes." He draws a knife, beads of sweat forming on his chest and forehead. "God, it's hot. We need somewhere to hang it, right." |
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She shrugs. "If you don't want blood in the pelt." She notes, standing to look about for a like-able spot. "I don't like being out here. Too open. Too bright." |
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"O-Ok....where should we go?" |
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She shakes her head. "I don't know..." She admits quietly. |
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The walk goes on for hours until Jon spots a pair of people, one seeming young and the other a bit older but small, standing over a downed deer. Risky.
Jon rolls to the side to hide behind a bushel, watching the two cautiously. |
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"Oh. I thought I should mention. We're being watched by atleast two different parties." The Little Texan shrugs. |
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The older woman grips her bow tighter. "Where." She asks. "Friends of yours?" She accuses. |
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"Nope." He calmly raises his twin .357 magnums in two different directions. "Myeh. And Myeh." |
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Jon advances slowly, managing to get within earshot of the small party. They were too many to force into surrender. He didn't want to shoot them... besides, they looked like a mother and child. But Jon was taught not to trust strangers in this wasteland... oh well. He kept his rifle on hand and stood up, cautiously stepping out from cover. "Who are you?" he demanded. |
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Thalynn has a arrow aimed at Jon's heart. "Who are you?" She asks quietly. "Put down the gun o-or I'll sh-shoot." |
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"I'm a man of the Greatest state in the Union. That's all you need to know." Tex raises one gun to his head. |
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Jon blinks at Tex. "Texas?" he guessed. "Nice place. Or it was. 'Til the bombs dropped, at least. Anyways, I'm Jon. You seem friendly enough, so..." He returned the rifle to his back, the strap slung over his shoulder and across his stomach. "I'm Jon. A Forager from Tribe." |
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Thalynn edges away, forget the deer. Too many people. "What tribe? Where?" She snaps. |
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Jon's caution returned. "The... town. Tribe. You don't know what it is? Haven't noticed the raiders moving towards a particular spot?" he questioned, patient but cautious. |
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