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Fort Dixie - Cabins (Fort Members) (destroyed)

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GM
GM, 654 posts
Sun 16 Feb 2014
at 16:40
  • msg #1

Fort Dixie - Cabins (Fort Members)

These are the several cabins lining the insides of the Fort. The bulk of the Fort members take refuge here. Its cramped but its home. People generally separate into their families or friends. It is important to sleep next to those your trust.
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 20:51, Mon 17 Feb 2014.
Bill
Player, 32 posts
Fort Member
Old Man River
Tue 13 Jan 2015
at 11:45
  • msg #2

Re: The Flask

Bill sat on his bed, staring up at the bunk above him. The cabin was mostly empty, other than a few children playing in the opposite corner, their mothers visiting nearby. In his hand, he held his flask, the one he always carried with him. He unscrewed the cap, sat up and took a big drink. This was the last whisky he had. Bill knew Colton always brought whiskey when he came on the trade route, so he wasn't worried. Bill had never fully trusted Colton, and he really never trusted Toby, but lately, things seemed to be working out alright at Fort Dixie. He sat up and took another big gulp of the treasured brown Kentucky bourbon.
Laying back down, he looked upon his metal flask. Engraved on it was:

SGT William Proctor
 1973
"Home Sweet Home"

<FLASHBACK>

Deputy Sheriff Ned Putnam entered the Lauderdale County Sheriff's Department, announced by the sound of the bell against the door's metal frame. He is young and handsome, and almost looks like Luke, without the mustache.  He walks through the room, filled with desks and computers, almost devoid of people, except for the receptionist, Josephine, who is also young and beautiful.

"Hello Josephine, How're you doing this fine Sunday morning?"
Ned says to her in his Tennessee accent, as he leans on the desk.
"Oh, I can't complain. If I did, no one would listen." She replies in the same Southern drawl. They both laugh.
"Say, Josephine, is the Sheriff in the back?"
"Yes he is, been here almost an hour."
"Perfect. I'm going to go on back and see him. I'll see you again real soon."

The Deputy walks down the hall to Bill's office. The door is open, Bill is sitting inside at his desk, reading a newspaper and drinking a coffee. "Good Morning Sheriff" Ned walks into the room and sits in the chair in front of Bill's desk, as was their custom. "What's happening?"

Bill lays down his newspaper on the desk. He is wearing small black reading glasses that hung on a string around his neck. He lowered them down his nose to talk to Ned.

"You know, when they were cleaning up that oil spill in Gulf, they discovered a new kind of fish. It's called a..." Bill looks down through his reading glasses at the newspaper "pancake batfish. Ain't it a peach, when life works out that way; something good coming from something terrible?" Bill takes a sip of his coffee.

Say, Sheriff, I wanted to talk to you. About something serious."
Bill took off his reading glasses and looked at Ned. "Alright. Close the door." A perfect Sunday ruined, Bill thought.

Ned closed the door and sat down. "Sheriff, I'm going to speak bluntly, because frankly, I don't know how else to say it. You have a drinking problem. It's starting to become obvious, people in town are talking about it. I think it might be time for you to retire."

"Nonsense" Bill said incredulously. "Ned we're from different generations, and we just do things differently. Your generation all thinks that if a man likes to enjoy a drink now and again, he has a drinking problem. Well, Ned, I don't have a drinking problem. I'm fine." Bill takes another sip of his coffee, in a Lauderdale county Sheriff's Department mug.

"Bill, what's in the coffee mug?" Ned said.

"Coffee."

"Is that all that's in the coffee mug?"

Just then the bell above the door rang, and Josephine screamed. Bill had never heard anyone scream like that before. In all his years as Sheriff, in the war, never had he heard that sound of terror.

Ned jumped up and ran out, but Bill hesitated, and grabbed his shotgun from his gun safe. He loaded it, and heard more of Josephine's screams. Running out into the hall way, he prepared himself for the worst, but he could not imagine what he would find.

He entered the main lobby to discover three undead monsters, rotten and evil. Two of them, were eating Josephine, who had been torn in half, the other had just taken a bite out of Ned's shoulder as they wrestled on the floor. Now Ned was screaming.

Bill pumped his shotgun and blasted the two standing upright, destroying everything above their shoulders. He looked down to see Ned receiving the same fate as Josephine, and he didn't hesitate. He pumped the shotgun again and fired, killing the creature that had killed Ned.

"Jesus." Bill ran back to his office and began gathering supplies. His Sheriff's Department issue sidearm, his Sheriff's Department jacket, and the keys to his Sheriff's Department cruiser. Bill rummaged through his desk, and withdrew his metal flask. He grabbed the bottle that he stashed in his desk and filled the flask, screwing the lid tight.

</FLASHBACK>

The sound of a gunshot brought Bill back to the current moment. He put his flask away in his breast pocket and looked over that the women on the other side of the room. "What the hell was that!" Bill yelled. They looked back at him, confused, as if to say 'I don't know'.

Then the roof caught fire. In a flash, flames had engulfed the top of the building which was only one story tall. The fire spread quickly, and soon the entire room was alight. Bill leapt from the bed and fumbled around for his shoes. The women and children on the other side of the cabin ran toward the door. Bill stood up, ready to go and followed them out. It would only be a matter of time before the entire building and it's contents were destroyed.

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