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rackofbadcds2012-01-12 11:16 pm
axemeaquestion) wrote in rackofbadcds2012-01-12 11:16 pm
Alternate title: Three Men and a Baby
Holy hell of a morning.
After Coach had gotten shot, the motherfucking mountain man, the one the other called Marshall, didn't waste time. The other woman quickly introduced herself as Jean, a nurse and Marshall's wife, and had barely started trying to stop Coach's bleeding when Marshall brought up the bunker. It was less of a reccomendation and more like a demand. With Coach bleeding as bad as he was coupled with Rochelle's condition, which he would bring up later, the faster they got out the better.
And it was just in time, because as soon as the four of them got out of the hospital and made their quick introductions. Well, introductions coupled with arguing, especially when it was brought up who had shot Coach. Jean was about to shut them up with the roar of a horde did it for her. It didn't take more than a second for them to decide what to do. They abandoned the van (temporarily, they hoped), carried Coach and Rochelle into Marshall and Jean's pickup truck, piled in, and drove the fuck out.
Coach managed to stay conscious, even with all the blood he was losing. Rochelle, though, was out hot (pun intended) in her feverish condition. Jean did her best with the both of them. She said there was a doctor at the bunker, a co-worker she escaped with before she found Marshall again, who could give them a lot better help. Otherwise, between driving and trying to stablize the others, Jean and Marshall didn't have much focus to explain themselves and the bunker. As soon as they were out of the woods, that story was being saved.
The horde finally caught up when they got to the bunker. The slow opening door didn't help. Buta crescendo later and the door opened enough for them to crawl under, and all that's left was to shoot the zombies trying to do the same until the door slid closed, just as slowly.
It finally did, and Coach leaned against the wall. He panted, hard.
"God DAMN..."
Jean moved over to him and offered an arm. Marshall was already carrying the unconscious Rochelle in both arms of his own arms, seeing as he wasn't sure how good of an idea it was to haul a pregnant woman over his shoulders.
"Gotta agree with that shit." He grunted. "Doc better still be here."
After Coach had gotten shot, the motherfucking mountain man, the one the other called Marshall, didn't waste time. The other woman quickly introduced herself as Jean, a nurse and Marshall's wife, and had barely started trying to stop Coach's bleeding when Marshall brought up the bunker. It was less of a reccomendation and more like a demand. With Coach bleeding as bad as he was coupled with Rochelle's condition, which he would bring up later, the faster they got out the better.
And it was just in time, because as soon as the four of them got out of the hospital and made their quick introductions. Well, introductions coupled with arguing, especially when it was brought up who had shot Coach. Jean was about to shut them up with the roar of a horde did it for her. It didn't take more than a second for them to decide what to do. They abandoned the van (temporarily, they hoped), carried Coach and Rochelle into Marshall and Jean's pickup truck, piled in, and drove the fuck out.
Coach managed to stay conscious, even with all the blood he was losing. Rochelle, though, was out hot (pun intended) in her feverish condition. Jean did her best with the both of them. She said there was a doctor at the bunker, a co-worker she escaped with before she found Marshall again, who could give them a lot better help. Otherwise, between driving and trying to stablize the others, Jean and Marshall didn't have much focus to explain themselves and the bunker. As soon as they were out of the woods, that story was being saved.
The horde finally caught up when they got to the bunker. The slow opening door didn't help. But
It finally did, and Coach leaned against the wall. He panted, hard.
"God DAMN..."
Jean moved over to him and offered an arm. Marshall was already carrying the unconscious Rochelle in both arms of his own arms, seeing as he wasn't sure how good of an idea it was to haul a pregnant woman over his shoulders.
"Gotta agree with that shit." He grunted. "Doc better still be here."
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He looks Rochelle back over. "For now... I think we're alright. Just let her get some sleep. I'm getting a little low on certain supplies, but I'm having Marshall make a run back to the hospital. He said something about getting your guy's car, too."
Travis ends up glancing back at the equipment he tucked out of the way. "And if we're gonna have someone expecting in here for a while... might not be a bad idea to get him to find some better equipment, too."
Jean, who was right behind the group, steps out. "If that's the case, give me a grocery list and I'll go with him, Travis. He needs me around to understand half the stuff on your lists anyway."
Travis nods. "I was about to let you know. This time, make sure he doesn't shoot anyone human."
Coach grunted. "Good goddamn idea."
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"And definitely. Make sure he keeps his goddamn guns pointed away from anything that's not actively trying to eat, grab, or ride us." Nick would be damned if he'd get shot out there.
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"He better, my arm still goddamn aches." There wasn't too much malice in Coach's voice. He sounded more preturbed than genuinely upset at this point now. When it thinks about it, getting shot could have been the best thing that happened to him. He looks back at Nick. "You sure? You can stay with Rochelle."
[ooc: meant to add, think I'd like to take a break from the drunk meme if you're okay with it]
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"And what, huh? Just send Hee-Haw over there for our stuff? You can't go, not with that arm."
[OOC: Sure, if you want to! That's fine with me.]
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He couldn't remember a time any of the four of them were seperated since this whole mess started. They all always had an eye on each other. Not that they weren't always in the same room every day of their lives since the Infection, but Coach didn't feel comfortable with the fact that Nick and Ellis were going back out there when he and Ro were here. Especially when Coach couldn't fight and especially not when they finally found some kind of sanctuary. That worry showed some in his face.
He knew they could take care of each other, but...
"... Probably better you go back out there sooner than later. We're all still used to it."
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He turned to Jean then, shifting his weight a little bit. "When can we be ready to go?"
Coach was right. Better to get out there sooner rather than later. Just get their supplies and get back. Didn't want to risk their asses too much out there and really, Ellis was the only guy he trusted entirely right now out of the group going.
tl;dr time
While she left, Coach shifted around on the stool and watched Nick and Ellis. "Ya'll be careful, alright? You ladies get along. We're both gonna be waitin' for ya."
Still, he didn't like that he had to stay here and rest while they went out on their own. They could look after themselves and each other. And Coach wasn't gonna be much use with his arm--plus, someone had to look after Rochelle. But he still didn't like the fact he had to stay out of the fight. Not this time.
Travis interrupted his thoughts as the doctor was writing down that grocery list. "You wanna get some sleep? Probably could start finding rooms for the four of you while we wait for them."
"I don't think I'm gonna get any sleep yet, but yeah. Let's start bookin' us something."
Meanwhile Jean was at the other end of the hall, not far from listening distance, doing what she said she would. She slipped a bulky backpack over her shoulders. For a small woman like herself the load looked pretty hefty on her, but she seemed to handle it. What was inside made her a walking first aid station. Marshall walked on by.
"Hey, darlin'--you coming?" A light smile played on his lips as she slipped an arm around her.
"Yep. If I didn't come with you the last time you would have been lost." Jean smirks at her husband. "I'm coming back with you. So are Nick and Ellis."
"The suit guy and the kid?" Marshall made a face.
"Hey, come on. They want to help. "
"Yeah... I know."
Jean's smile softens. "You guys ready, yet?"
"Just about. Still waitin' for doc's list." He scratches his cheek. "So... babies, huh."
"Looks like it."
"You still want one?"
Jean got quiet for a minute. For the longest time, she had always wanted kids, but doctors have a way of discouraging you when they tell you it's unlikely you're ever going to have one. It didn't matter to Marshall when they got married (which wasn't too long before the infection hit everything), and zombies complicated things like having children, but still. It wasn't a fun thing to know.
It took her a long time to say anything. Marshall frowned. "Jeanie."
"I... yeah. But not now."
Marshall squeezed her shoulder. "Sorry. Shouldn't have brought it up."
"No, it's okay. It's just--still not fun to think about."
pfft, I plurked you about something but it like disappeared?
"Aw, c'mon, Coach. Man, give us some credit... Me and Nick here always got each other's backs 'cause that's what bros do, right?" He grinned playfully, giving Nick a swat on the shoulder. A friendly gesture. Didn't want Coach out there like he was. It'd be too easy for him to get hurt real bad. Couldn't even shoot... besides, somebody had to stay behind with Rochelle. Figured she'd be a little freaked out waking up alone.
Nick gritted his teeth and shrugged off Ellis' touch before nodding. "Yeah, yeah. If we don't get shot, we'll be fine."
No way in hell was he dying in these ratty old clothes, dammit. "And yeah, good idea getting some rooms. We'll need'em."
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After a pause, Coach gave them a weak chuckle. It was barely existent, but they still got him to laugh a little bit.
"Okay. You kids hurry up now."
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Nick headed out to go grab the guns they had on them and passed Ellis' back to him. They didn't come armed with many supplies, but they had plenty in their car... if they could just get to the goddamn thing.
After that, they caught up with Jean and Marshall. "So, we ready to head out now?"
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Jean snapped out of her conversation with Marshall, who still had an arm around her. "Oh, yeah--yeah... let's get the boys and get going."
"The sooner we get this done the sooner we get this shit done."
I FEEL STUPID. I re-read the entire log on LJ and my OCs are mentioned here lmao
The two guys from earlier were stepping in the room soon enough, equipment strapped to their backs and guns holstered just in case. The tall lanky one was Emelio apparently. Not exactly an imposing guy really and he looked like some former paper pusher before the whole apocalypse began. He looked at Marshall and nodded his head. "So, making another run so soon, huh? Just when I thought we could relax."
The kid, Tony, looked a little more lively at least, less wary of stepping foot outside. He shifted his weight a little and clapped the other guy on the back. "I'm ready when you guys are. Bet if we hurry, we can make it back in time for dinner."
Nick looked at their small group... oh, swell. Only one guy he trusted and that was Ellis. Still, Rochelle needed him too bad to bow out of this one. "So let's get our asses moving then. We're wasting time, people."
"Don't pay Nick no mind, y'all," Ellis started, grinning widely. "Think he's got like, this permanent stick where the sun don't shine. It's a chronic condition, I reckon."
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Marshall slipped his arm away from his wife for now and nodded. "Yep. One more run and we're done for the day. We got new arrivals who need this shit."
"That and we didn't exactly get to finish this morning's shopping list..." Jean bit her lip. Emelio and Tony knew the story already, though.
But Ellis' comment got Marshall to chuckle. Congrats, anyone who wasn't Jean or just plain didn't know him. This is the first time you're gonna see him actually smile. For all the shit that happened, he kinda liked the Ellis kid.
"Kid, I think you're on the money. Let's get going."
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The shopping run this time, thankfully, went pretty uneventfully. They ran straight to get their equipment out of their abandoned vehicle, then to the crap they needed for Rochelle and whatever other supplies they could scavenge. Might not have been the easiest thing in the world, but they got the job done.
And without anyone getting bites taken out of them to boot. Nick was mostly just freaking glad to get his clothes back since, hey, the ones he'd borrowed were covered in guts and some bile thanks to a goddamn Boomer he hadn't seen rounding a corner.
Nick wasn't used to caring for many people besides himself, but mostly, he just wanted to get back to Rochelle, see if she was awake and how she was feeling. He tried to ignore any awkwardness that came along with thoughts like those, settling instead on tuning out Ellis "entertaining" their new companions on the way back with whatever goddamn stories he could come up with.
The kid really didn't know when to shut up until prompted, did he?
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Thank god this time didn't end up in a disaster. Well, most of it. Marshall was just glad those clothes he gave to Nick were spares that they found from scavenging. They already had the fancy, fragile machines that Travis wanted inside and past the open gate now. No zombies around now, thankfully. It felt a little too good to be true but then again, he felt that way when they first found the base. He hauled the last two big bags of supplies over his shoulder and walked in.
"Gotta say, Nick--" One more heave and he laid them on the ground. "You looked a lot better in the t-shirt."
Jean nudged him as she walked back inside too. "Oh, leave him alone."
Marshall just smirked and wrapped an arm around her. "What, you like him better than this?"
His wife only rolled her eyes and playfully shoved him off of her. Sheesh, SOME one was in a better mood. He was only ever like this if she and close friends were around. Otherwise, grouchasaurus.
"Oh, please. I'm closing the gate now. Everybody in?"
Downstairs at the showers you could barely hear a couple of voices from all the chatter and moving things around. One was Travis', and the other was Rochelle's.
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Once everyone was inside, he headed downstairs and yeah, he heard Rochelle. He didn't even hesitate to follow the sound of her voice to see what the hell was going on, how she was feeling.
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"Can I walk on my own some?"
"Sure, sure... just take it easy."
"Don't worry about it," Rochelle's voice sounded a little weak. Tired, if anything. "I'm not gonna slip in there. Besides, I'm starting to like this whole strict bedrest thing. Seeing as I haven't been off my feet in months..."
"I getcha. I'll be outside, just holler at me if you need anything."
Rochelle dissapeared inside the shower room, as good old doctor Travis was right outside the entrance, leaning against the wall next to a wheelchair. He'd probably get Jean to stand "guard" in a minute, once she was done with whatever she was doing.
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"Hey, doc." Nick saw Travis standing outside the shower room and let out a sigh. Rochelle was up and talking... had to be a good sign, right? "Is she alright in there?"
Almost tempted to just go ahead in, but he wanted to hear what the doctor said first before anything else.
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Travis looked up.
"Hey. Nick, right? Good to see ya'll back in one piece... you got everything we need, yeah?" He scratched at his beard. "Yeah. She woke up about an hour ago. I already explained everything to her. Wheeled her around and gave her a tour too."
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"Right. And yeah, uh, I think so. Everything that was on the list." He shifted his weight a little, peered back at the door. "How's she doing? And should she really be in there by herself? I mean..."
What if she fell or something. That wasn't going to help her or the kid and he wasn't sure how weak she was right now.
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"Good, good..." Travis uncrosses his arms. He gives Nick a small, reassuring smile. "She's doing a lot better than I thought she would. She says she still feels weak and I'm still putting her on bedrest, but she's more alert and awake than I hoped for. She just wanted a shower before she 'had to be stuck in bed'."
His eyes follow Nick to the door. "Be my guest. She's your wife. I was gonna go get Jean in a minute, but you can check on her too if you want."
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"Alright. Think I will." He stepped inside the shower room, stripping out of his clothes for now to go find Rochelle...
"Hey, sweetheart," he called out when he got to where the source of the water was coming from.
"You feeling better, I hear?"
EEEEEEEE also whoa jeez we haven't played this in two months.
Then again, unless you were really lucky, you couldn't get a consistent shower anymore.
Ro hoped they just got that lucky.
She leaned against the wall as the water hit her. WARM water. She tilted her head back at closed her eyes. Holy shit, she didn't think she was gonna have another shower this warm for a hell of a lot longer than this. For a moment, she just let herself relax and feel the water hitting her face.
When she opened her eyes, she looked down at her ever-growing belly. She wasn't big yet, but she looked as pregnant as anyone else would be. A hand went over her bump.
So she had a daughter, huh?
"You're a handful already, sweetie, and you aren't even out of me yet." There's a pause. She sighs. "Sorry. It's not your fault, I know."
Ro would have had more to say to her unborn child, then then Nick's voice came out of nowhere.
"... Nick?"
Really? I didn't know it had been that long!
Daughter. Couldn't believe he was going to have a daughter. This was somewhere he never saw his life ending up. To be fair though, he didn't exactly expect the apocalypse though. Life liked to kick him in the ass with surprises.
"Yeah... thought I'd come give you a hand. How are you feeling?"
YEAH I was looking at the comment dates! **Also, just wanted to clean up my tag.
She hugged him, tight. She didn't think she needed to say anything. This morning was rough. It was a hell of a relief to see people she cared about and knew that everything was okay.
"I don't need a hand in a shower, but I'd love the company."
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wanna skip to another part soon? idk maybe the four of them doing something.
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