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magneto was right Captain
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 Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 12:01 am
Jericho seemed relatively calm. With the two groups settling their differences and coming up with a way for them to all occupy the town without getting at each other's throats, things seemed all right. Each group sent teams in every now and then to clean creatures out of the abandoned buildings with the hopes of restoring them to regular working capacity. They were going to turn Jericho into their haven, and nothing was going to stop them.
Nothing, except maybe a horde. Large groups of monsters moving across the country in desperate search for food. These groups are trickling in, it won't be long before the town is under full attack. Several small packs of creatures have already attacked each group, costing them lives.
The two groups need each other now more than ever if they plan to survive, or outrun the horde.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 11:38 am
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Isaiah groaned softly, bringing one hand up to rub at his eyes. Could there be any other job more boring than day watch? Isaiah understood the need for it, but that didn't mean it was his favorite thing to do. Though, he supposed it was better than going with Ysa to clean out some of the nearby buildings. Apparently, they'd made a deal with those other survivors over at the farm. Be nice to each other, or something like that. He'd met all of them at one point, even if just briefly. Ysa told him to feel free to shoot at anyone that wasn't one of the farm people. Not that he'd shoot without reason, but he figured Fie might. Speaking of Fie, Isaiah turned his head to look down the roof at where she stood. He pushed himself to a stand, hand resting habitually over his holster. "Hey," he said warmly upon approaching her. "See anything interesting? There's supposed to be some sort of meeting going on today, farm survivors coming over here to speak with Hobbes."
He knew they were all on edge since the random attacks that had occurred. Leo never felt more content with the fact that they roomed together. He wanted to keep an eye on her at all times; he couldn't lose her again. Somehow, he knew she felt the same way. The two were practically inseparable except for when Fie went to speak with Hobbes who hadn't been herself since the loss of Calvin. After all, who was Hobbes without Calvin? Just a stuffed tiger. Isaiah frowned briefly, looking at Fie with raised brows. Who was he without her? He tried not to think of the deaths both groups had suffered, but it proved difficult with them so close.
"Hopefully Hobbes will play nice this time," he muttered, mostly to himself but he knew she could hear it. Fie knew better than anyone the amount of anger that the woman held in. He was surprised she hadn't pulled a weapon on any of the hotel survivors yet, especially that mentally ill woman.
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magneto was right Captain
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