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Post by o0HeaDShoT0o on Sept 9, 2014 14:54:04 GMT
You know what? I think might redo the whole thing as it is now. Little different, though. But I like how it was going as it is. I've seen the small updates of it from the previous pages, and they're looking awesome! I was looking forward to seeing how Bigby and Beast fare in being involved with the St. Johns.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 9, 2014 15:22:22 GMT
I wasn't feeling what I was doing.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 22:07:41 GMT
I cant wait for Bigby and Clem interact
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 9, 2014 22:11:14 GMT
If they interact at all
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2014 0:21:58 GMT
If they interact at all Take that back.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 12, 2014 6:06:17 GMT
Make me.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 13, 2014 11:28:52 GMT
3 months later.... Bigby survived the bite from Day 1. And he continued to survive for months on end. Oddly enough, the bite mark scabbed over but did not completely heal. But Bigby didn't really give two shits if he had a scab. At least he wasn't dead, or had become one of those things. They kept moving, never stayed in one place for too long. After being on the road for some time, they thought they would come across at least one fable. Sadly, they did not. The three of them, Bigby, Snow and Flycatcher, had a system. They would drive through a neighbourhood and park the truck. Bigby and Snow would climb out and raided all the houses. They then would come back with the supplies, dump them in the back of truck and move on to another neighbourhood or a completely different town. For the first few weeks, things ran smoothly. They hit the jackpot, basically. But after awhile, coming cross supplies became rare. Houses that were unlocked had been stripped clean. This made a lot of sense, since other survivors would most likely go for houses they could access easily. Houses that were locked had shattered windows, with barely anything left behind. They salvaged whatever they could find and kept driving. Recently, the handful of Fables drove through a town what Snow declared as Macon, according to the map she kept on her lap. They stopped by the Drugstore and had a look around. Judging by clues left behind, it seemed that a group of survivors had been doing supply runs here. These unknown people would take what the could carry, leave, and then come back for more.
There were some energy bars and medicine in the back of the store, so Bigby and Snow took those and left. As soon as they got out of the Drugstore and back to the truck, they drove out of Macon. The place wasn't worth the risk. It was probably one of the worse affected areas they had seen.
As they drove along a long line of trees, they passed by an old, run down drive in Motel. It looked abandoned, although there was a chair on top of an RV which seemed rather odd.
Flycatcher parked the truck on the side of the road some distance away from the Motel and climbed out "I'm starved" he murmured, his stomach gurgling.
"We all are" Bigby replied as he got out of the truck.
"I'll go grab some cans" Snow stated, walking around the back of the truck and gathering up three cans. "You alright with beans?" She asked.
Bigby nodded "Beans are the only thing we seem to have these days" he muttered.
"We'll have to to eat them cold, though" she told him, whilst routing around in search of a can opener.
"I'm fine with eating them cold"
"Me too" Flycatcher spoke up.
"Well, you didn't really have a choice, anyway" Snow half chuckled.
Bigby turned towards Flycatcher, who avoided his gaze. Bigby grimaced and looked past Flycatcher at the Motel, studying the place closely. It was well fortified, that was certain. Flycatcher caught him staring at the place and glanced at it too.
"I'm thinking about having a look around" Bigby told him.
"Looks lived in" Fly commented.
"I doubt it. There wasn't any movement when we drove up. But it probably was lived in, just look at those walls. Maybe a group were held up in there. There must be some supplies lying around"
"And how are you supposed to get in?" Fly proclaimed.
"Simple. I'll just scale those dumpsters."
"I don't know about that Bigby, I have a bad feeling about that place" Fly murmured cautiously.
Snow came round with an open can of beans and handed it to Bigby, who was busy distracting himself by scratching at the scab on his wrist. "Don't touch that" Snow told him bluntly "You'll make it bleed"
"You're right. It's just hard not to"
Bigby clutched his can as Snow opened another and handed it to Flycatcher, and then opened her own. "Grubs up" Snow said, trying to lighten the mood, but failing miserably. But who could blame her for trying, this world always made be people depressed. Bigby stared down at the cold beans, his stomach churning. He was starving, but the thought of eating made him feel sick. He guessed that suddenly giving your body something it had had a lack of recently made it reject it.
Nevertheless, he was going to force it down even if it made him throw up. He threw his head back and slugged the beans down his throat it one go. He then lowered his head and swallowed hard. His stomach churned once again.
Snow scooped some beans up in her hand and put them in her mouth. She then glanced over her shoulder at the back of the truck "We need to ration our supplies better" she stated. "We can't afford to waste it."
"I'm sure you'll think of something" Bigby replied, examining the inside of his can for any left over beans.
"Sheriff Bigby was thinking about looking around that Motel" Fly blurted.
Snow gave the Motel a small glance "Looks lived in" she commented.
"That's what I said!" Fly exclaimed.
"Not you too, Snow." Bigby grumbled "I mean, look at it. It's empty."
"You don't know that. The truck made a lot of noise when we drove up, so whoever there were given a fair warning and hid"
"No one could stay quiet and hid for that long. They would've approached us or done some shit by now" he stated.
"Fine, if you insist. But if your not back in half an hour, then we'll assume the worst"
"Then what will you do?" He questioned.
"We'll try and get you back. If whoever there hasn't killed you by then"
Bigby threw his can into the woods and flashed Snow a quick grin "No one's going to kill me. I wouldn't let them" and with that, he made his way over to the Motel. Getting in was easy, he just jumped the dumpsters like he told Flycatcher. He found it quite dumb for a defence. If a human could climb over, then it would only take a bit of effort from a dead Mundy to get over it. That's probably what happened to the poor bastards running this place. They either left, or ended up getting eaten because there defence was lousy.
Bigby felt the cold metal gun press against his back as he walked across the yard. That's when he realised he'd left his axe in the truck. But it didn't matter, if there were any undead Mundies he could beat them to death or blow their heads off.
The ex-Sheriff approached the RV and observed the vehicle, lost in thought. The truck he, Snow and Flycatcher had was running out of fuel, if this had a fuel tank they could switch vehicles and continue driving. Bigby opened the door and shut it behind him, walking up to the drivers seat and examining the fuel gauge. Full, just as he had hoped. The keys were in the ignition too. Lets see if this puppy works. He thought, turning the keys.
The engine whirled, the machinery groaned before dying on him. That was a shame. It may have had a fuel tank, but the engine was broken. But that didn't mean the RV wasn't useful. They could extract the fuel and fill up the truck.
Impressed with his find, and keen to tell Snow about his find, he opened the RV door only to be greeted by a woman, carrying a rifle. Bigby quickly raised his hands in surrender. The brunette narrowed her eyes, lifting the rifle and with great force, jabbing Bigby in the ribs with the barrel. Bigby curled over and clutched his chest as the woman lifted the rifle again and hit him square in the face with the butt, knocking him out cold.
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Post by Master Psychic on Sept 13, 2014 12:47:42 GMT
Yeah, it's obvious that the woman is Lilly. Or maybe Carley.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 13, 2014 14:25:04 GMT
That's kind of the point. It being obvious.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 13, 2014 14:25:36 GMT
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Post by o0HeaDShoT0o on Sept 13, 2014 15:55:28 GMT
Well, I do like how it's written so far. I was surprised that Bigby's been bitten, but seeing as how he hasn't turned for over 3 months, I'd say that makes it clear that fables are immune to the infection. But now that he's caught by Lee's group, I wonder how he'll talk his way outta this.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2014 16:13:18 GMT
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 13, 2014 16:23:51 GMT
So you'd rather have no story at all than an edited version? Cause that's the way it was going.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2014 16:38:12 GMT
So you'd rather have no story at all than an edited version? Cause that's the way it was going. No that was a joke.I still love/hate/wannabuttsecks you.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 25, 2014 21:01:25 GMT
Once Bigby regained consciousness, he attempted to open his heavy eyelids. He did so for brief moment, although his head was swimming in pain. His eyelids fluttered before closing. I'll try again in a minute. He thought to himself. His face throbbed, probably due to the fact he'd been hit pretty damn hard. He probably had a bruise now.
As he lie there in darkness, he noticed that he was lying on something soft. Maybe this whole thing had been a dream. He'd gotten drunk, stumbled back to his apartment and passed out. Then again, that wasn't likely since he didn't even have a bed in his apartment. He let out a pained groan and fluttered his eyelids again, managing to keep the open this time. He then rolled over and fell off the bed.
He didn't stay lying on the ground for long. He pushed himself off the floor and stood up, swaying and stumbling as he was uneasy on his feet.
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