RODEO (linewalksyou) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-02-04 13:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [02] february, charlie h. |
WHO: Charlie West and Rodeo Williams
WHAT: Rodeo seeks comfort after finding his sister
WHERE: Firehouse 33
WHEN: Same day as this and this
RATING: Medium-high, they're bad kids
STATUS: In progress
Rodeo was, to put it plainly, a fucking mess. The chaotic, destructive waves of despair that overwhelmed him had needed an outlet, and he had found it in all of the wrong places. That restless wildness had coiled around his guts as soon as he left Grand Central and Adelaide behind, and the madness drove him to a hub of the hungry dead he had stumbled across several days prior and smartly avoided. After seeing Adelaide, though, avoiding the infected wasn't of much interest to him. He had strolled right into that crowd of shufflers with a torque wrench in hand and started swinging, and he didn't stop until his clothes were soaked with putrid blood and the sidewalk was cluttered with bloated bodies. He dropped the bent wrench and pulled out his phone to text Charlie, smearing the keys of his phone with blood.
As soon as he heard from her, he was on his way. He didn't take out his gun-- anything that approached him, he wanted to kill with his hands. He was disappointed that he didn't run into anything else on his way, that powerful rage hardly sated, but he needed to see Charlie. No amount of violence could comfort him the way she would.