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Post by Teacakes on Sept 5, 2014 20:54:38 GMT
Yeah, sure. Drexban distracted me with the whole 'Season 3' thing.
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Post by o0HeaDShoT0o on Sept 5, 2014 21:12:58 GMT
Cool.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 17, 2014 17:08:37 GMT
Updates coming at the weekend. Hopefully. Along with WATD.
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Post by o0HeaDShoT0o on Sept 17, 2014 18:14:28 GMT
Great! Ive been waiting for this.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 21, 2014 15:59:15 GMT
Molly sprinted though the hardware store, but stopped when she crossed paths with a blond man with a large, thick beard, who was carrying an assault rifle. Wyatt was his name. At least, that's what she thought. He paused from his patrol and stared at her. "Dude, you really shouldn't run around, Bill doesn't like people doing that. Why aren't you at your assignment, anyway?" The glasses wearing man asked.
"I'm going to see Tavia" Molly stated.
Wyatt adjusted the grip he had on his gun and moved out of Molly's way "Better get going then" he replied.
Molly walked past him awkwardly and continued towards the armoury, at a steady pace this time. Tavia was outside the door, talking into her radio when Molly arrived, but the ex-loner didn't catch on to the conversation Tavia was having. "Got any work for me?" She asked as she reached her.
"Bill will fill you in on your replacement job. He wants to talk to you" Tavia replied bluntly.
"Bill... Wants to talk to me?" She questioned nervously. The last time she'd been called up to Bill's office was when she first arrived.
"Yes, didn't you hear me the first time?" Tavia grunted.
Molly stood there stunned, unsure what to do or to say. "Don't keep Bill waiting, Molly. He has a lot more important things to do, and he can't stand around waiting all day"
"Right, sorry" Molly murmured, backing away reluctantly and moved towards the stairs that led to Carver's office. She paused at the bottom and gripped the cold, metal banister fearfully. She let out a shaky sigh and calmed her heavy breathing, even though there was a feeling of panic beginning to boil away inside of her. Well... Here we go.
The door to Carver's office was open slightly. Molly paused outside and stared through the small crack in the door to see Carver walking around the room, talking into a radio. "Did he put up much of a fight?" The voice of Tavia asked.
"No, he passed out hours ago, once Shel had a few punches, of course"
"I never expected someone like Shel to go along with it" Tavia commented.
"You underestimate her. It was merely revenge for what he did to George. You know how close he and Shel were. Anyway, did you send Molly up?" He asked.
"Yes, she's on her way. She'll be there any minute now. Unless she tries to escape again" Tavia droned.
"I doubt it. She's had a lot of discipline, I'm positive she now understands what she's dealing with."
"There's one thing that's bothering me, though" Tavia murmured.
"What's that?" Carver questioned.
"Why are you keeping her here? She's not important to you, she's not Rebecca, she's not connected to Luke or Alvin or any of them who got out. If she wants to leave so badly, why don't you let her?"
"Molly could one day play a key role in our community. A long time ago, before she arrived here, she went astray, followed the wrong path, it's up to us to lead her and put her on the right one. I have faith in her to do the right thing, to stop trying to escape, to accept that she is one of us now" Carver stated, while he was staring out of the office window and observing the store below.
"If you insist. But I'm telling you, she's trouble. I don't trust her one bit"
"Well, that's your opinion, Tavia. Maybe Molly will be able to prove you wrong"
Carver paused and glanced at the door, his eyes narrowing as he caught Molly standing in the corridor and listening in on the conversation "We'll continue our conversation later, Tavia. Bill out" he turned the radio off and placed it on his desk. "It ain't polite to go unannounced" Carver commented crossly, his voice low.
Molly pushed the door open fully and stared at him guiltily "I'm sorry" she apologised, fearful of what he might do if she replied with something cocky.
"Don't let it happen again" Carver told her. "Come in, sit down"
Molly entered the room and paused when she saw a big, black guy slumped in a chair in the corner. His entire body was bloody, he clothes stained and soaked clean through. "Is that Alvin?" She questioned.
Carver glanced at the injured man and grimaced "He's not your main concern right now" he replied, avoiding her question. His gaze returned to Molly and he gestured at the chair in front of his desk.
"I'll stand, thanks"
"Sit" he insisted.
Molly sighed and sat down, while Carver sat in his own chair, his eyes locked on her. His stare was so intense that Molly couldn't bare to look at him and quickly avoided his gaze. "I called you up here so we could talk... About your priorities"
Molly thought this was kind of odd. She recalled the days before the apocalypse, where her dad would sit her down and give her a good talking too. "I know you resent me. But I or the guards wouldn't have had to give you beatings if you had simply not tried to leave. Trying to escape... It can't go unpunished. It's part of the rules, and I can't let it slide, or else that would be favouritism" he informed. "If you knuckle down and work hard, then I believe you could earn a place in our community. Be able to leave the pen and become a guard. A promotion if you prefer to call it that. All I need from you is to take my advice, and start earning your keep. After all, I like to think that you could one day play a vital role in this community. You're smart... Strong willed... You could do a lot of good if you just behaved"
"I don't want a promotion. I want to get out." Molly growled lowly.
"You need to watch your manners, young lady. One of your main flaws is that you are selfish. You have everything you need here. Food, shelter, protection, and yet you throw it all back in our faces. And for what? Because you'd rather be alone? Because I'm telling you Molly, it ain't much easier out there. You are safe here."
"Bullshit!" Molly exclaimed.
"Don't interrupt me" Carver demanded, trying to stay calm but ultimately losing his temper "Maybe one day you'll understand and appreciate all that we've done for you." He snarled. He exhaled deeply "All of this is just food for thought. Do you at least understand where I'm coming from?"
"Not really, no" Molly replied.
"It would be a lot easier if you saw things from my perspective. But that's alright, you'll learn" and he smiled eerily. "I'm going to go check on the girls up in the greenhouse" he stated, pushing his chair back and standing up "We'll talk more in a few days time, see if my words have sunk in then" he said as he led her out of the office "You head on down to the expansion. Kennth and Michael could use a little extra help" he ordered.
"Yes sir" Molly muttered as Carver went down the stairs and she followed shortly after once he was some distance away.
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Post by o0HeaDShoT0o on Sept 21, 2014 16:27:24 GMT
Seems that Wyatt and Molly are well acquainted with each other. And she also seems nervous about Carver wanting to speak to her. Must be worried about getting more bruises from him. Can't say that I blame her since he does come off a tad intimidating. I'm looking forward to seeing Molly's reaction to Clem's warm puffy rainbow jacket. EDIT: Shel had aided Carver in torturing Alvin? Man, I'm with Tavia on that. Never thought someone like her to go along with that.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 21, 2014 17:03:54 GMT
Updates are happening.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 21, 2014 20:53:33 GMT
I am so looking forward to writing episode 4 and 5.
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Post by o0HeaDShoT0o on Sept 21, 2014 21:05:17 GMT
And I look forward to see it.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 21, 2014 21:13:08 GMT
Not that I'm not enjoying writing episode 3, of course.
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Post by o0HeaDShoT0o on Sept 21, 2014 21:15:03 GMT
It's fine, I know what you meant.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2014 22:17:40 GMT
I love this so much, can't wait for the other episodes
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 21, 2014 22:32:34 GMT
Finished updating the latest part. New post coming tomorrow.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 22, 2014 6:31:09 GMT
Come back later today to see how Molly gets on down at the expansion with Kennth- I mean Kenny and Michael- I mean Mike.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 22, 2014 16:06:36 GMT
It was a couple of minutes after she had vacated Carver's office that she had reached the expansion. She headed outside through the back exit and walked alongside the wall, glancing up every so often at Troy, who was observing her from above. She was almost there when she heard a sickening crack that stopped her dead in her tracks.
Molly turned to see a body lying on the other side of the wire fencing. She broke into a sprint and ran towards the fence, getting a closer look at the corpse to see a one-armed, dark skinned man lying in a pool of his own blood, his head crushed on impact with the concrete. It was Reggie.
Molly glanced up to see Carver on top of the roof, shaking his head in what looked like... Disappointment. And Clementine was with him. Clementine had seen him murder Reggie.
"Hey!" Troy snapped "Stop stickin' your nose where it ain't wanted and get on down to the expansion!" He ordered.
Not a word was spoken, Molly just walked at a quick pace, following the cables and heading inside the expansion. Mike and Kenny were already there, like Carver had said, but were currently engaged in a heated argument.
"Kenny, come on, man! I need you to cooperate!" Mike exclaimed.
"I don't give a fuck, I'm not doing shit!" Kenny retorted.
"Fine! Get into trouble for refusing to do work, I don't care!"
"Hey guys" Molly greeted awkwardly, breaking the tension.
"Molly, thank god. I could use an extra pair of hands" Mike breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's going on here?" She asked, folding her arms and flashing Kenny a look.
"Kenny's being stubborn" Mike stated bluntly.
"Ignore him, he's like that. Anyway, what do you need help with?"
"I need someone to help me border up this window. I'll hold the wood in place, you hammer the nails" he said, handing her a hammer and bucket of nails "Damn." He cursed "We're running out of nails. I hope they send someone down with more soon" he murmured, walking up to the window and picking up some wooden planks.
Molly attached a nail to the wood and began to hammer it in. "Why the fuck are you doing this?" Kenny questioned her.
"It's best to get it done instead of getting into trouble for it" Molly stated.
"You do realise that this guy is sucking Carver's dick, right?"
That's just a figure of speech, right? At least... I hope it is. Molly shuddered at the fact that she had even considered that. "Goddammit, Kenny, for the last time, I'm not working for Carver, I'm one of you, I'm part of the pen" Mike growled.
"I've known Mike a little longer than you, Kenny. He's an okay guy" Molly told him. Mike smiled at her, a gesture to say thanks, for the support.
"Jesus Christ, what has this place done to you? Reggie been handing round the cool-aid?"
Molly froze, the thought of Reggie returning to her. Her heart sank. She may have not been close to him, but his rubbish jokes were one of the only things that kept her a float. She stared at the nail, and thought of Carver when she bashed it with an almighty force. "What? Was it something I said?" Kenny questioned.
"Reggie's dead" Molly replied, hammering the nail some more.
"Wh-what?" Kenny stuttered.
"Are you sure?" Mike asked.
"Go look outside if you don't believe me. His body is out there. I saw him fall off the damn roof. Or should I say pushed off the damn roof. Carver killed him"
"Jesus..." Mike muttered. "I... I can't believe it. It just doesn't seem possible... Reggie's fucking gone..."
"This is all the more reason why we should get outta here" Kenny commented.
"There is no way out" Molly told him.
"You don't know that!" Kenny yelled, his voice rising.
Molly turned away from hammering and faced Kenny "Yes I do!"
"We shouldn't be doing this right now. We can talk about it when the work is done" Mike interrupted.
Kenny snarled at him "Stay outta this, asshole!"
"No! I'm apart of the patch job as well, so if you get in trouble for not doing your work, then we all get in trouble! I ain't letting you pull me down, so do the damn work!" He yelled.
Kenny pushed Mike back. The younger man collided with the half-patched up window and became winded "I ain't anybody's labourer, fuck that. Let them do this shit themselves if it's so damn important!" He exclaimed, choke slamming Mike against the window.
"I'm trying to help you!"
"Break it up, assholes!" Molly demanded. Mike struggled, while Kenny held him there. Molly shook her head crossly and grabbed Kenny's arm, attempting to yank him off. Kenny pushed her away and continued to force his weight on Mike's throat, but not enough to choke him.
The was clatter coming from behind. Molly glanced over her shoulder to see a Howe's bucket rolling along the floor, nails spilling out of it and the person who had dropped it was Clementine. The little girl stared wide eyed at the scene and ran over "Kenny, stop!" She cried.
"I want to Clem, but-" Kenny was cut off when the boards slipped to reveal several walkers standing outside. The walked closest to the window pounded on the cracked glass, smearing blood and snarling at the group of survivors. Kenny quickly released Mike's throat, and backed away as the glass shattered and walkers began to swarm the tiny room.
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