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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 4:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 10:15 pm
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Ricard blinked rapidly while tilting his head slightly, but didn't say a word. He had already recognized Ashley's aunt as needing to be in the looney bin, but hearing about this compound that she had apparently owned, this was turning into some creepy militia or cult type of crazy. Instead, Ricard just awkwardly smiled down at her. "Well, our best bet is still to reach a safe zone, but a last option isn't a bad thing," Ricard lied as comfortingly as possible. Even though he knew from reports online that the chances of the safe zones actually being safe at this point were narrowing rapidly, he still had to keep Ashley's hopes up as much as possible so she wouldn't give up hope altogether. Ricard knew that going to Georgia would most likely be out of the question also. Traveling that much distance wouldn't be easy, and chances were that if they did make it someone else would have found the house a very inviting safe haven and taken up residence there, and they might not want to share, especially with the legal owner. Still, if things got really desperate, he supposed it wouldn't be completely out of the question to try, though that thought did little to raise his spirits. "I do have to say though," Ricard continued while now looking out the window where he could see that the sun was now fully up, "you're family certainly is...intriguing to say the least."
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 10:36 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 11:00 pm
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"Well, every family is crazy," Ricard laughed, but it was clear that a nerve had been touched in Ashley. She had moved away from him and gone over to the window. Her back was toward him and her shoulders were slumped. It wasn't that she was mad or upset, but rather more disappointed, or perhaps dejected. Ricard stood up and walked over toward her. When he got to the window he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around Ashley. "Hey, listen," Ricard began softly, "yes, your aunt was...well to put it bluntly, crazy, but that's not a reflection on you. Despite what people like to think of themselves, no one is normal, and every family has something weird about them. You are who you are, and I am who I am. It's our core person that matters, not some silly idiosyncrasies."
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 11:45 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 7:39 pm
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Ashley took ahold of Ricard's arms and just held them. She didn't say a word, instead just continuing to stare out of the window. He wasn't sure what was going through her mind at the moment. He was a bit worried that the nerve he touched was a bit too soon in their relationship, but the fact that she was still holding onto his arms helped to alleviate the majority of the worry. Not sure what more to do, Ricard just continued to hold her as he now looked out of the window himself. The city looked no better or worse than it had the day before. There were no planes or helicopters in the sky, the streets, at least the little bit of the streets he could see, were empty save for the random shambling of a zombie every now and again, and in several places smoke from possible fires were still rising into the sky.
While initially the sun streaming into the room indicated a clear sky, off in the distance Ricard could see black clouds. They were still too far away to tell how fast they were moving, but judging by the way the different plumes of smoke were being blown from their points of origin, there was a steady, if somewhat soft, breeze blowing. "Looks like a storm is coming," Ricard finally said, if for nothing else then to change the subject for Ashley if she wanted. "Still a bit away by the look of it, but it'll probably be upon us in a couple hours."
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 3:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 3:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 2:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 2:34 pm
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"You say something?" Ricard asked as he thought he heard Ashley say something, but wasn't sure. She was still standing by the door, her back toward him. Figuring it was his imagination, Ricard simply walked over in her direction as Ashley opened the door. Harley was the first out of the door, either having to go to the bathroom really badly or checking for any signs of danger. She was back before too long and was pushing Ashley along. The whole scene was quite amusing, and Ricard couldn't help but smirk at it.
The door to David's room was still closed, so Ricard was sure David and his daughter were still sleeping. Ricard paused before going downstairs, wondering if they should leave a note just in case they woke up while they were gone, but decided against it. It was still early and the motel was only a few blocks away. They were almost assured to be back before they woke up. Ricard followed after Ashley and Harley downstairs and headed straight for the back door to the alley. there were no windows right by the door, so instead Ricard placed his ear against the door and listened. He couldn't hear anything, but it was also a thick metal door, so he might not have been able to anyway. "Well, here we go," Ricard commented, gripping his trusty crowbar in hand as he unlocked the door and swung it open.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 11:31 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 2:26 pm
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Relieved that the alley was clear, Ricard breathed out a sigh of relief. It meant that most of the zombies had moved on, which would make their job easier. While Harley ran out to do her business, Ricard took hold of his crowbar and stepped toward the street. Nearing the end of the alley, Ricard hugged the wall and cautiously peered around the corner into the street. With its back facing Ricard stood a zombie just a few feet away. A few more were wandering aimlessly across the street. Ricard tightened his grip on the crowbar and carefully stepped out of the alley. Before the zombie even had a chance to know he was there his crowbar came down hard, caving in the zombie's skull. As the zombie crumpled to the round Ricard quickly turned to face the ones across the street, but they remained unaware of his presence.
Satisfied for the moment, Ricard walked back to the shop where it appeared that Ashley was gathering food for breakfast. "Well, we can worry about the food later." Ricard answered. "If worse comes to worse just feed her some of our food, but if we get going now, we might be able to find a shop nearby that carries dog food before the storm gets here."
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 8:06 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2016 2:58 pm
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"We should only need our weapons," Ricard replied as he took another look out into the alley, making sure no zombies had decided to notice them. So far, they were safe. "Granted, it was hectic when we made our way here, but we couldn't have traveled more than 5, maybe 6 blocks; 10 blocks tops. For that short a distance anything more than our weapons will just slow us down, though if you're thirsty a bottle of water couldn't hurt." Ricard stepped out into the alley now and waited for Ashley. Once she had joined him he carefully shut the back door as noiselessly as possible, making sure it didn't lock behind them.
"Okay," Ricard whispered into her ear, "there are a few zombies wandering across the street, but if we stick close to the store and make as little noise as possible we might be able to slip by without alerting them. Careful though, I didn't actually look out of the alley so I have no idea what may be waiting for us. Just stick close, and when we reach the street I'll check the right side and you check the left. Got it?" With Ashley's affirmative, the two of them eased forward, inching ever closer to the street, and whatever danger may or may not have been lurking outside of the protective confines of the alleyway.
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