Re: Chapter 4 - The Caravan "A Town Called Slaughter"
In reply to Dominic Dubreton (msg # 6):
Luke stayed within the thick of the group as they hiked out and then into Slaughter. He almost grinned but almost winced at the name of the place. Population zero? For fucks sakes.. When his dominant hand wasn't stroking and adjusting the the fine symetry of his mustache, it was resting ready on the hilt of the machete strapped to his thigh. He could tussle as good as any survivor still, well, surviving at this point, but he was human and rational enough to avoid all trouble, from human or not, when he could. When they split up he was split about whether it was the right call, as it was always safer in a herd of survivors but probably not as efficient as parting into groups. Seeing Ricky and Sarah go one way, Lorenzo with them at first, Benson and Karen another, while Gary and Sam and Bill deliberated, he didn't hesitate to follow with the natural choice; Dominic, who promptly invited him along.
When they neared the grocery store, Luke was a step or so behind Dominic, slowly sliding his machete out of the sheathe, not wanting to use, but wanting it ready just in case. He'd been holed up in the Fort for months before the Caravan came, besides the odd hunting excursion. Fort Dixie hadn't often gone on supply runs, they traded with the bandits. He'd felt powerless through much of those episodes, and so hadn't brought up troublesome and morally reprehensible past unless he had to. Who would? Peering through the windows from their position outside, his right hand gripped his machete tight, his ears practically perking and twitching through his curly dark hair for any sound of biters. Seems legit.. Once they entered and Dominic addressed him, he straighted his posture from the assassins-creed hunch he'd had. "A chat? What did I do this time?" The younger man replied in a guilty way but humorous way, wondering what Dom had on his mind that they had to be alone to talk about.
They slowly delved through the rest of the store, Luke eyeballing anything that might seem unplundered or unspoiled. "Well I guess.. But aren't people going to notice that she's gone by the time we get back?" The hip young fellow half-agreed as he approached the pharmacy door with Dominic, reaching out and trying the lever knob, which was locked. "Fuck. Maybe we can break the glass?' He glanced over to the thick glass separating the pharmacy from direct contact with the customer counter. "I don't see what the big deal, is, aren't we just going to wait for Cookie to get back? You think someone's gonna start shit?"
This message was last edited by the player at 03:08, Thu 30 Apr 2015.