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Post by Natalie Anderson on Dec 3, 2011 8:03:21 GMT -5
They were back out on the streets again. Times like these one had to keep moving, because by staying in one spot for a long period of time beat their chances of getting out of here. The clock was ticking and she wasn't going to spend it sitting on her ass contemplating her own doom. If the rest of them wanted to do that, so be it, but that wasn't something that Natalie liked the idea of. She would much prefer to be outside getting somewhere then sitting about crying over their current situation.
The reason for them being outside searching Central Park was that Jenny, lovely, annoying Jenny had gone awol and decided to do a bunker. The stupid idiot had run off in search of her love. Natalie wasn't a cold hearted bitch, but chances were her bubble butt boyfriend Chris was already dead, in which case she was about to get her ass chomped off too. Whatever, she wasn't Natalie's problem, not any more.
To be honest, this search party they were running really meant very little to her. She wasn't here to make friends or take care of people who weren't willing to help themselves. This was a dog eat dog world and she wasn't about to get gobbled up over someone else's mistakes. They had separated, but kept in close listening distance, after all...they couldn't risk losing another member now could they?
Natalie used the butt of her gun to push back the bushes, maybe Jenny was hiding in one of them. So far, their search had been unsuccessful and if you asked Natalie, good riddance. The only thing that girl would have given them was an early ticket to their on graves. Letting out a heavy sigh, her eyes scanned the area before clocking something by the closest tree. Natalie raised a brow, fleeting a glance toward the other three who were searching the grounds.
The blonde moved toward the tree, her pace slow in motion until she got closer and realised what was laying on the ground. Jenny had been here, her cell phone was on the floor at the foot of the tree. Natalie approached, picking up the phone which was covered in dirt. The battery was flat. After a moment, she turned her head toward the others and held the phone up in the air "She's been here." She called out to them, before letting her eyes scan the floor before her. She hadn't been alone it'd seem, though the footprints in the dirt could have been dated. If she was here, she definitely wasn't alone.
The upside showed no signs of blood, which meant that whilst here she hadn't been attacked. It was likely she'd been scared off and left packing. "Look, I don't wanna be the bad guy for saying this but...why are we still lookin? It's not like she's a child, she can take care of her damn self. I mean, she chose to run out here alone, how does that become our responsibility?" Natalie questioned, to be honest she had a point...Jenny was an adult, making her own mistakes, why were they looking for her?
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Post by MSG. Frank Rook on Dec 11, 2011 4:15:55 GMT -5
"She's been here.” Natalie’s voice cut through the silence. Frank looked over at her and moved to see what she had found. He looked at the phone, clean, and dead. He let out a breath and looked around for footprints or any other kind of trail they could follow to her. She had split from the group hours ago, Frank wasn’t sure exactly had prompted her to run off. Had she seen a sign of her boyfriend? Had she seen a place they had been recently? Somewhere that held significance to them both? He didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to leave her out here. But of course, Natalie had to come back with her view of things…
"Look, I don't wanna be the bad guy for saying this but...why are we still lookin? It's not like she's a child, she can take care of her damn self. I mean, she chose to run out here alone, how does that become our responsibility?" She said, and Frank couldn’t hold back a sigh.
”We’re here because it’s the right thing to do. If that isn’t good enough a reason for you, feel free to move on. I’m going to look until I find her.” He said, leaving out the part that as every minute ticked by the chances of finding a corpse were much more likely. It would have been easy to give up and keep going. It was actually the smart thing to do. But he had been raised to do what was right, and he had been trained to do it under the worst of circumstances. No matter how hard things got.
He continued his look for footprints of any kind, finding a set that looked like they could be hers. They were about the right size.
”Got a trail. It goes…” He said, eyeing the trail for as far as he could see it and trying to match it up with something in the direction.
”Toward the checkpoint…” Frank said, eyeing the clutter of tents and boxes of cargo and cleared out spaces for choppers to land. He knew they should steer clear of it, who knew what kind of people could be holed up in it? But, if that’s where she went, that’s where they should go. He took a few steps toward it, and looked back at the others.
”Anyone who’s coming, lets go. Anyone who isn’t… Best of luck to you.” He said. He wasn’t going to drag anyone into a situation they didn’t want to be in. And they were all stocked well enough with ammo and supplies. Enough to make it out of the city if they tried. Assuming they kept low key about it. Himself, he had long lost his rifle. When his ammo had dried up, he’d used it as a bludgeon for the last few undead. It had been damaged beyond repair, as he knew it would be. He was down to his handgun, but he could still use it well enough. And, it was suppressed. As such, he ended up taking most shots when the obstacle was less than three zombies.
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