Swallowed up, hold on tight (iateinsane) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-05-21 14:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [05] may, james hawkins, marcus caravahlo, teagan morgan |
Who: Teagan and Open (diving in.)
What: Raiding for supplies, getting a tip on a pretty sweet pile
Where: Out and about, a little out of the way.
When: Afternoon
Teagan’s story that day started fairly simply. Up until the end of the last paragraph here, there hadn’t been many twists and turns except for the fact that she’d spoken to Fletch and as much as he was a rambler and a fool, he knew a thing or two about a thing or two. He’d explained about the working capped truck, the supplies inside and the gas cans which all sounded pretty fucking righteous to T, who’d gone out to retrieve it not long after she’d been made aware it was out there.
She’d taken a ricer - some heap of a Kawasaki that was light enough for her to throw in the back when she recovered what she was after. The thing punted along with the revved up cry of a rabid raccoon but it was fast and she supposed that was all the show she needed out here by her lonesome.
The truck was just about where Fletch thought it would be and since it was the only capped truck around she wasn’t too wild card in her presumption that this was what she’d come for. Stopping the bike yards away, she pushed down the kickstand and dismounted. Instantly her gun was released from the holster and poised at the ready as she steadily but carefully made her way over to the vehicle.
The smell of the dead body was overpowering and the sound of maggots rummaging around in what flesh pockets still remained of the corpse sizzled frantically. T didn’t need to kick the body or prod it to know it wasn’t going to get up and give chase so she moved past it and hoped that the flies that had erupted from the maggot party hadn’t infested the food that was inside the truck. She also was praying that she didn’t need to go rummaging pockets for keys. She’d take her prayers over to the driver side and check before she stuck her hands anywhere near that bacteria sauce.
With a huff and a hard pull - truck doors were always a bitch to open when they’d been sitting for longer than a few days - she opened up the cab and her heart jumped up into her throat. Luckily she didn’t have an itchy trigger finger or she‘d be looking at the splattered brains she’d have to clean up after she got back to the Dog Park. "Fuck..."She said to the person who'd beat her to the punch.