Boot leggin' it (CLOSED)

[Tyler]

POV: Tyler Simpson

The restaurant was in sight.  It was only a block away, and by the looks of it, there was no of the zombies in the area.  Great, this should be quick and painless.  Tyler studied the road from the front of seat of his beat up pick-up truck.  Well technically it wasn't his, but scavenger's law states Finder's keepers, Losers weepers and who was Tyler to argue.  Even though the truck was a great find, Tyler felt it was going to be its last trip.  The restaurant was located outside of town and the pick up wasn't exactly good on gas.  Actually it was horrible.  Tyler figured there was just enough in the tank for him to load up and head back to his shelter, then he would have to retire the machine until he could fine more fuel.  No point in focusing on that now though, it was time he hit up O'Connors. His goal?  Food and liquor.

This may be a but prejudice, bur O'Connors was an Irish joint and so it would be logical that they would have alcohol in stock.  If it hasn't been looted already.  Deciding not to waste anymore, Tyler drove the pickup to the front of the store, put in park, and jumped out with his machete in hand.  The machete was also a useful fine.  Sharp, a saw-back, the only problem was it's rusty.  That couldn't be helped and Tyler was hoping that he might be able to find some means of cleaning it while he was here before he had to resort to his trucks oil.  Pulling out a flashlight as well, something he found in the tuck a while back, Tyler walked around to the glass doors of the restaurant and tested the locks.  It was open.  Bad sign.  That most likely meant someone got there first.  Cussing softly, Tyler went in to the restaurant, flashlight one left hand, machete in the right.

The front was empty, nothing stirred.  But Tyler wasn't looking to stay in the front, what he was looking for would be in back.  Silently walking his way to the back of the restaurant, the place reminded Tyler of what the past was like before all this hell broke loose.  The scenery represented Ireland, with T.Vs set up for those watching sports games, and several booths and tables for those casual customers.  There was a sit-at counter, but the shelves behind it were empty, completely void of anything useful.  With a sigh, Tyler headed to the kitchen where he hoped to find something.  Swinging the door open, Tyler shined his flashlight around quickly, but there was nothing, and soon his eyes adjusted to the casual darkness that betook(?) the place.  Glancing around, most stuff was gone except for a few items laying here and there and... bingo!  A locked cabinet, with the lock still there.  This was definitely a fine, the only problem was the lock.  Well the saw on the back would have to do, and Tyler began cutting away at the lock, utterly focused on his task.  He paused only once when he thought he heard something, but otherwise continued sawing with swift even strokes.  

[Sandra Seal]

-Dakota Smith-
Dakota had been walking on the dirt path down to an old restaurant she saw on her map. It could most likely still have food and water. She knew it was a long shot as it may have already been looted, but it was worth the try. She had been walking for around ten minutes know. She glanced down at her watch, she had it before the outbreak started and she was lucky it still worked. She continued walking before a building came into site. Her ax in her hand, she began to run. Dakota reached the place in mere minutes. She had already noticed the pickup truck, but with a glance at it, she assumed no one was there. She still had her ax ready though. Glancing around, there were none of the undead in site. She looked at the door and realized it was unlocked. She swiftly opened it before quietly closing it. If there were freakers inside, she didn't want them to know she was here.

Dakota looked around the place. Typical restaurant/ bar. The TV's, the booths, the wall scenery. She took a moment to enjoy the peacefulness. Until it was interrupted by the sound of metal scratching metal. She opened her eyes and quickly took a glance around. She quietly creeped to where she heard it. She peeked her head through the doorway to see a young man, obviously much taller than her, sawing at a lock to a cabinet. She silently cursed to herself. She should've known by the truck someone was here. Dakota tried to creep away, but to her luck, she stepped onto a creaky floorboard making a loud 'squeak'. She closed her eyes tightly as she stood still. She heard the sawing stop. She had been caught.

[Taylor]

~Taylor Blue~
(Does this take place before or after "a knock on my door?")
I had left the safety of my "home" to go out and scavenge for food. The high schools cafeteria food wasn't exactly what I would call edible. I walked quickly and swiftly along the dirt road, and soon spotted O' Connors, a restraunt me and my brother use to dine at every Saturday night and watch the football game.(I'm hoping footballs on Saturday, I don't watch it irl) I started running and arrived at the nostalgic place within under a minute. An old pickup truck was stationed Infront of the restraunt. I crept over to it and peeked in the window. There were no zombies, but no people either. I felt the front of the truck, still warm. That meant that someone had been here recently, someone alive. I walked up to the front door of the restraunt, and slowly opened the door, dagger out, ready to kill if there was a zombie. 

Luckily, the only thing I opened the door to was a loud squeak and a girl frozen in place, her eyes squeezed shut. I rushed over to her, but instead of seeing if she was okay, I drew my dagger and went behind her. A boy stood there, sawing a lock, probably looking for food. "Stay here." I whispered to her. I tiptoed over to the guy, jumped on his back, and put my knife to his throat. "Hello." I said sweetly, batting my eyelashes. I sure hoped he knew that that girly thing I was doing was fake.

[Tyler]

(College football is on Saturday, and professional is usually on Sunday. Unless you meant soccer which I have no idea

Tyler was about three quarters away through the first rung of the lock when he heard the squeak. Pausing briefly, he was about to turn around to see who it was when something pounced onto his back.  Panic swept over him, but the knife pressed against his throat calmed him down, oddly enough.  Zombie's, as far as Tyler knew, didn't use weapons nor did they have the precision to place it against someone's throat.  No, this person was definitely human, and her greeting him confirmed it.  Tyler looked over his shoulder at his attacker who batted her eyes sweetly at him.  Rolling his eyes in annoyance, Tyler demanded, "Get off!" before turning to face the meddlers.

Irritated that he was interrupted, Tyler didn't exactly know what to make of the two girls.  One was young, the one who had jumped on his back, and couldn't had been more than thirteen.  She actually reminded him of his sister a little, a painful reminder which he didn't need to feel at the moment.  The other girl, someone else he didn't recognize, stood a couple of feet back and was closer to his age.  They were both pretty too.  Still, getting involved with anyone else right now seemed foolish, and Tyler was not ready for the prospect of pain.  Keeping his face neutral and his machete in front of him, Tyler leaned against the cabinet he was sawing at, making a silent claim to it.  Tyler eyed them both carefully,  but he was more weary of the one that sprung onto his back.

"What do you two want?" Tyler asked harshly, making it clear he wasn't exactly looking for company.  The thought crossed his mind about whether these two were together or apart, but he ultimately decided he didn't care.  He just wanted to get his loot and go. 

[Sandra Seal]

Dakota breathed deeply before unfreezing and opening her eyes. She set her foot down. She turned around. She would not show fear. There was a guy with a machete who had a small girl on his back with a knife to his neck. She decided it would be best to get the girl off of his back. She quickly went over and found a pressure point on her arm. Not a big one that would make her pass out or suffer with pain. Just to make her let go. Dakota tightened her hairbow before grasping her ax. She quickly examined the boy in front of her. Yup. Definitely taller than her. She had to actually arch her neck upwards.

"Well, I thing we all came down here for supplies. Only restaurant that looked some-what decent. You however seem to wanting something in that cabinet. So lets make a deal. I open this cabinet for you and you leave after you get whatevers in here, or we can leave you here sawing at it with a high chance of a zombie horde coming through?" Dakota said, not once mentioning her name. Names would mean attachment. Attachment meant surviving together. That meant if one of them died, the other would never seek human life again.

She took a bobby-pin out of her hair. She learned over these months that you always need one, in case the place you want to get in is locked. She made her way to the boy and held it out. She wouldn't unlock it just yet. Not until he agreed to her some-what of a deal.

[Taylor]

I tumble off the guys back into the floor, landing hard, but hardly making A sound. I quickly jumped up and brushed myself off. The guy demanded to know why we were here, and the girl gave in, but I didn't see the point, why did he need to know why I was here? "Why should I tell you?!" I demanded, not trusting either of them at all. They may have been the only people I had seen in weeks, but that just made them less trustworthy. What if they were workng for the zombies, though I strongly doubt they were, who would? My dagger was still drawn, pointed towards the guy. He was really tall and could throw me across the room with in seconds. I stared at the guy, my eyes trying to work their way into his soul.

My face was expressionless, but inside I felt a hint of nervousness. The looks on their faces scared me, but I guessed my face looked the same, serious with a hint of death. Even though the kids were scary, the man still reminded me if my brother. I wanted to run over and hug him, but just thinking about that made my chest burn with sadness. I blinked back tears. I couldn't understand how they were both so strong, how they were not in tears. I looked at them both then crossed my arms, trusting them a bit more now.

[Tyler]

Leaning against the chest protectively, Tyler considered the proposal. It was true that the lock was taking longer that he had hope and it was true that there was a high chance of Zombies being attracted to the sound or just stumbling upon them in general. Then again, Tyler had the entire back of the pick up to fill and, even though the items in this chest might be untouched, he hadn't had a chance to explore the kitchen yet, where there could be tons of stuff ripe for the picking. Or there could be nothing at all and he would just be wasting his time arguing.

Both of these girls looked tough, even the younger one. In a way it made Tyler kind of sad, how everyone had gone through some kind of tragedy that just wiped the innocence from everyone. The humanitarian in him wanted to help these two and, for a second, Tyler's features softened and he nearly accepted the girl's deal. Then he caught himself, purged those dangerous thoughts from within, and shook his head sternly. "No thanks."

Tyler was weary of the older ones axe, and he definitely didn't forget about the younger one's knife. Evidently he couldn't just kick out of the restaurant until he was done, so he would have to relent a little. "How about you two go back to the kitchen, take what you need, and leave me be," He offered, trying to sound negotiable but at the same time making it sound like this is the only offer they will get, "Then once your done, I will go back there and pick over what's left" He finished crossing his arms in a way that showed off his machete quite clearly. "Fair?"

[Sandra Seal]

Dakota looked at the girl as she tumbled off the guys back. She watched as she kept a hidden profile, on that showed she didn't want to give anything stupid out. She watched as the girls expressionless face became slightly less expressionless. She then looked back at the boy. Well more of looked up at him. She had simply nodded. She respected his choice and readjusted the bobby pin back into her hair. She really wanted to know what the guy was hiding. Could it be something of high needs? She squinted her eyes, trying to figure it out. She couldn't. She sighed and let her eyes resume to the regular eye formation.

Dakota listened to his deal. She could always use the supplies. And there could be some sort of weapon? She hated going out to get food. She pondered the thought for a minute. She was about to kill two birds with one stone. She switched her ax to go into the other hand and shook out the tired hand. She looked around before looking back at the boy. She was double checking her plan in her head. She once again squinted her eyes.

"How about this. You tell us what's so special thats in there." She pointed to the cabinet. She then shot the girl a look. A look in her eyes that told her to play along with her plan "You seem to be worried about it. Then we-" She pointed to the girl and herself. "Will take 1/4, each of what supplies this old place has, and you get 2/4. But, if theres something like weapons in that cabinet. We all get one? Sound good?" She asked. She had made the last part up.

[Taylor]

I listened to the guys deal, and it wasn't exactly what I would call fair. How could we know that there weren't zombies in the kitchen. It could be a setup. His deal was a definite no. I came here to get food and supplies, not to get killed. The boy seemed strongly interested in the cabinet, it could be something that i could use. I didn't say anything, but I glared at the guy anger ly.

I noticed the eye gesture that the girl did, so I went along with what she was doing, hoping that it was successful. "Sounds fair enough." I remarked, examining the cabinet. The Cabemet could have held anything. Food, drinks, weapons. It wasn't really that I want what was inside, it was more of curiosity. I wanted to know what was on the inside. I looked around and spotted a wooden folding chair folded up against the cracked wall behind me. With my eyes still on them, I crept backwards towards the chair. Only looking away for the second I sat down. I didn't want to look like an idiot and fall on the floor.

Sitting down felt nice, it was nice to not walk for once, and not fully have to worry about getting killed because the girl and boy were here. Even though I was trying to relax, I still had my eyes peeled. I looked from behind her to behind him every couple seconds.

[Tyler]

Tyler smirked. Weapons? That was highly unlikely. Usually if a restaurant owned a weapon they would keep it somewhere accessible, like under the counter. Not behind a locked cabinet. Still Tyler didn't actually know what was in the cabinet either. He had only hoped that, since it was locked, there might be something of value in there. He never considered that it might actually empty. Then again. what's the point of locking up an empty chest? Well, if they were willing to share whatever they found in back, then Tyler figured he could share whatever he found in the chest.

"Fine, It's a deal," He told the older girl, satisfied by the agreement. Tyler looked at the younger one who seemed to take comfort in a chair and was keeping watch. Turning his gaze to the windows, he looked for any movement, but the scenery remained still and quiet. Turning back to his project, Tyler was almost done with the lock. "Just a little more," He said quietly more to himself than to the two girls.

Bringing the machete up, Tyler started hacking away at it again. Technically the saw blade on the back of his machete was more suited for cutting away, or skin. But until he found a hack saw with the right type of blade, this would have to do. The noise was loud and seem to echo through out the restaurant. He would have to hurry so that he didn't attract anymore unwanted attention. Pumping his arm fast, he would probably be finished by the time the girls got through looking in back.

[Taylor]

hey sandra, can you reply?

[Sandra Seal]

( I am sorry! I will reply ASAP due to the whole computer thing! I will hopefully reply either tonight or tomorrow afternoon!)

[Sandra Seal]

Dakota nodded. She didn't smile or anything like that. Just a nod. She looked at the younger girl and gestured to the kitchen. As they walked back, she thought back to her old life for a second. She looked at the younger girl through the corner off her eye. She had blonde hair. She looked away. Her brother had had blonde hair. She bit her lip. She loved him and being here doesn't really help. They had been atop a restaurant the last time she saw him. Dakota reached behind her bag and tugged gently at the old dark pink hat. Jack always stated it was a manly color. She shook her head. They had arrived in the kitchen. She looked slightly up at the girl. Yeah, Dakota was a shorty. She nodded ahead.

"I will check the - uh - The left side, you check the right." She said. She hadn't meant to stutter. She shook her head as she went to go and search for food that was in good shape.

She got on her knees and began searching the lower shelves and cabinets. She found a few rats. She almost debated catching them and cooking them or something. Until she saw the white foam. She smashed her ax butt on their small heads. Dakota continued her search. She opened the last cabinet. Her eyes widened. Their were boxes of ingredients to make food. She sighed, she cannot cook whatsoever. But she took them out anyway.

"Hey I found some, let's see, about half a pound of flour, some cornbread mix, a small thing of both baking powder and soda. And- sugar and powder sugar!" She said with slight excitement at the end. She almost let her eyes soften. She pinched some sugar and powdery goodness and put them on her tongue. She almost let a smile on. She hadn't had any type of sugar in forever.

[Tyler]

Tyler sawed away at the lock with strong even strokes.  After a moment the lock broke away from the stress of holding itself up.  Finally, the chest would open up.  With a smirk of satisfaction, he hooked the machete back up to his belt and peered into the chest.  Yes! Liquor from top to bottom, all different types, shades, and hues.  Not that the type really mattered.  He was after the alcohol for more practical uses; medical mainly.  He wasn't much into drinking the stuff, usually wanting to keep his wits about him when the possibility of being jumped was always there.  Zombie or otherwise.  Not all of the bottles and jugs were filled but there was enough, if used sparingly, that could last for months.  There was also some cash; close to a hundred dollars.  Not that paper money even mattered anymore, currency has reverted to bartering as money lost its purpose and supplies became a necessity.

Mixing the liquor to conserve space and save room in his truck, Tyler ended up with six mason jars, there insides containing conflicting colors from clear to an orangeish brown.  Satisfied, Tyler looked for some crates to carry the jars back in.  Realizing the only place packing crates would be were in back, Tyler walked over to the back entrance with a sigh.  Withdrawing his machete, Tyler tapped the edge of the doorway to draw the girls' attention, "You guys done yet?  I want to be home before nightfall."  He told them, trying to keep the edge  out of his voice, although not completely succeeding.  He was tense as he watched the sun start to reach the point that he would be uncomfortable with.