Samindi listened to Sid, realising that there wasn't really a plan. "Oh, okay." She understood why they wouldn't want the man loose and running around with guns but wasn't really sure what they were going to do with him. It appeared Sid didn't really know either but things were still crazy right now even though it had settled down, she guessed it woud all be sorted out later.

She gave a slight smile as Sid awkwardly tried to backpeddle on calling Vivian a killer. Samindi hadn't known any of them long but Vivian had been nice enough to her, once everyone realised Samindi wasn't a threat. She didn't even want to think about what was in the other room and grimaced as Sid mentioned it.

Watching Sid sort through the items Samindi sat back on the bed and crossed her legs under her. She didn't speak as she watched the other girl pick out different items from the pile. She looked up and nodded as Sid commmented on her heritage, "Yeah. Born there. You?" She asked as she tilted her head slightly, thinking. "Uh, I lived in Georgia. I didn't really know any others either." Sure if she went into the city there were others but where she lived and even the school she went to didn't have great diversity.

"You know what you're looking for?" Samindi continued to watch Sid curiously, "Your friend looked pretty bad." She didn't know much about medicine, nothing really, and nothing about guns but she knew that getting shot was bad. "Think he will..." Samindi stopped as the man appeared in the doorway. Well that answered her question, he wasn't dead but looked in really bad shape. She silently looked between the others.

Chris K, Samindi

"Bangladesh," says Sid proudly, but then frowns. "But actually, okay...I was born in California. But my parents are from Bangladesh."

She returns to her stuff. "Yeah, blood transfusion stuff. I think it might help - wait, you saw her?" Sid looks up at Samindi in confusion for a moment. "No, you mean Chris! I'm talking about, uh..."

She stops when Chris K walks into the room, looking at him. Her eyes scan up and down his body for a long moment, her face grim, before she catches herself.

"Rose is in the truck," she says simply. "Vivian and I saw someone else shooting, so we left her to get him. He's still alive, Vivian's watching him downstairs."

She looks down at the scattered medical equipment on the floor, spreading her hands. "I think we can do a transfusion with this stuff. I just need to, like...figure out how I'm gonna do it."

She glances at Chris K again before her voice drops. "And who's gonna do it."

Chris looks at Sid and says "And whos gonna give the blood - gonna need to hang on to whats left of mine" he says.

He pauses and adds "But whatever about that, I think we should hold up here for a few days, so Rose and I can recover. So we need to think about moving the pickup, and unloading some supplies. Plus securing this place" He looks at Samindi "WHat can you tell us about this place?" he asks her

Samindi nodded as Sid spoke of where her parents were from, she had to admit it was kind of nice in a comforting way to have met someone that wasn't local. Well, someone who didn't appear local anyway.

She remained silent as the pair discussed the medical stuff and, apparently, another member of their group who was was injured in their car. It didn't sound like anyone here had it easier than her, didn't seem to matter any more she supposed, everything was hard now for everyone.

Samindi rose her head as the man, Chris apparently, spoke to her. "Uh. Not much? We arrived about... two hours ago maybe?" She looked between Sid and Chris, "The woman here was a nurse, had heaps of medical stuff. But that's about all I know." An edge of her mouth twitched, "Uh. Everyone who knew more is... uh, dead."

She continued quickly, "The men who came, one was Callie's, the girls, father. He was the one who..." Samindi continued, "Well, dunno what they wanted. Callie I guess? But they weren't randoms, they knew who lived here."

She looked to the bed and shrugged, "Guess it's safe now."

Chris K, Samindi


"I know," Sid says. She slouches forward, looking down at the assorted medical supplies. "I, like..."

She trails off, then sighs. "I'll think of something."

She looks up, then springs to her feet. "Anyway, yeah, we can stay here! Somewhere with, like, beds and everything. Just that'll help people get better, right? I mean, uh..."

She looks embarrassed. "I'll just go get Rose, okay?"

Chris smiled weakly at Sid and nodded "Yeah do that. And lets be smart - stash the vehicle somewhere out of sight - like a barn. And don't unload all the supplies - in case we need to leave in hurry. And tell Vivian." he slumps slightly, and then says "I think I'm gonna use that bed for a while".

Chris staggers over to the bed, and falls face first onto and then rolls over and tries to hoik himself up onto the pillow

Samindi watched the pair silently and as Sid left she got up off the bed. "Guess I'll go help." She didn't know exactly what she was going to help with but it seemed Chris needed the rest and she was no use with any medical stuff. Feeling pretty useless right now Samindi stood awkwardly for a moment before turning to the door.

It seemed there was one more she hadn't met yet so Samindi followed Sid out and caught up with her. "How many of you are there?" She scrunched up her nose, thinking, "Uh.. three? And now the guy downstairs?"

Chris K, Samindi

"I don't think there's any barns here," Sid says. She thinks for a moment. "I guess if we put it behind the house, no one will see it unless they're coming here anyway."

As Chris K falls into the bed, Sid quickly grabs the medical supplies she'd placed on top of it and sets them to the side, placing them carefully to keep them ordered. Chris K's injuries flare in white-hot pain as he falls onto the bed, but exhaustion makes it hard for him to get back up. He's been forced to recuperate in worse places, and soon, he dozes off, snoring softly into the pillow.



"I guess he called that bed," Sid mutters as she leaves the room. She looks over at Samindi as she catches up. "Four. Me, him, Vivian, and Rose. And the other guy, I guess, but he's not, like, with us. I guess we gotta figure out - "

She lowers her voice to something almost inaudible, even standing right next to Samindi. "We gotta figure out what to do with him."

Samindi didn't really have anything in mind by following Sid, she just wasn't too comfortable being left alone with either of the men. Not that she thought they would try anything, but one was dying and the other was possibly trying to kill her before the others arrived. She also needed some air after seeing Callie.. seeing the bedroom.

She looked back to Sid as the girl spoke about thee other man and replied just as quiet, "Do?" Samindi frowned, "Let him go." She shook her head, "Maybe, I dunno. I think he was the one who killed Leonard." She grew silent as they entered the living room.

It was hard, she didn't really have an opinion on what to do with him. Didn't really want that responsibility. If he did kill Leonard then they probably shouldn't let him go, but he wasn't doing anything. She didn't think Sid or Vivian would kill him in cold blood, Chris wasn't really in any state to do so either. They could keep him with them, would he want to? Would he stay?

Samindi sighed as she thought on it, other people made things so much more complicated.

Samindi

Sid looks up at Samindi in surprise. She had probably been talking to herself. After a moment, she shakes her head. "No, we can't just...let him go! What if he comes back and tries to kill us? Or goes and kills someone else? What if he's, like, some kind of serial killer or something?"

After a moment, she asks, "Who is Leonard, anyway?"

The two descend the stairs into the living room. Vivian is leaning against a wall, one hand in her jacket pocket and the other holding her pistol. Sitting on a couch is the prisoner, who turns and looks over his shoulder at Samindi and Sid. His pocket vest and ballcap are crumbled in a chair on the opposite side of the room, leaving him in his jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt whose sleeves are pulled up to his elbows. He has a few days' growth of stubble on his chin, and about as much on his head.

"How's Chris?" Vivian asks.

"He's resting," Sid says. "I'm gonna go get Rose, okay?"

"Be careful."

Sid leaves via the front door, shutting it behind her. Vivian looks back at the man, who has turned to look straight ahead again, rather than at any of the women in the room.

Chris manages to get comfy and tries to sleep

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"Leonard is..." Samindi started, before arriving downstairs and seeing the man still seated on the couch, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but there.

She was silent as Sid and Vivian spoke and followed Sid outside. "Leonard's over there." She pointed out into the grass, if she looked closely she thought she could see the blue of denim pants. "Well, uh, his body anyway."

She looked back towards the house as they walked away, "The guy in there, pretty sure he was the one who killed him... I was right next to him." She looked down at her dirty singlet top and rubbed at the few blood spots across it before looking back to Sid, "He might be dangerous, but what can we do?"


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Samindi

Sid's gaze follows Samindi's pointed hand. She squints, then moves her head around, trying to spot Leonard's body. After a few seconds, she turns to Samindi.

"So, like..." she asks cautiously. "Do we need to take care of his head? Is he going to come back?"

She crosses her arms over her chest uncomfortably, hunching slightly. "I'm sorry if you were, like, close."

She gives a pained sigh. Her body language remains uncomfortable. "I think you're right, the guy in there killed him. Vivian and I managed to sneak up on him because he was looking down that way. Even then, I think he could have shot us. He turned around when I got close, but he, like, hesitated when he saw me. I think it's 'cuz I'm a teenager? Sometimes these guys don't pull the trigger if you're a teenaged girl. Sometimes."

She shrugs, then sighs. "I don't know what we're gonna do. Usually we don't take these guys, like, alive, you know? It's like everyone's willing to die for a can of beans or a stupid grudge or whatever! But, like, if we let him go, then it's our fault if he goes and shoots anyone else, right?"

Sid looks miserable. "I'm going to get someone and come back. You can come if you want, or you can go back in there, if you want to, like...talk to him or something?"

Given CHris state I think he needs to rest, and as the conversation is in another room, he can't join in really.
We could FF to the next morning? Or if the conversation comes to Chris he'll join in

Samindi let Sid leave, watching her walk off a bit before turning and going back into the house.

She didn't say anything as she sat down in the loungeroom, deliberately choosing a sofa as far from the other two as possible she brought her knees up to her chin and hugged her legs. Things hadn't gone well today, and while this new group seemed alright she just wasn't sure about staying. She had gotten to know Callie, and had pretty much watched her die, unwilling to help not wanting to risk her own safety.

She wiped a tear from her eyes with the back of her hand and buried her face between her knees. Why was everything so hard?

Happy to FF to whenever we need to get you back in the action.

Chris K, Samindi

"Okay," Sid says when she sees Samindi isn't coming with her. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

Vivian and the man are still where Samindi left them when she returns. Vivian looks over when she enters, but the man doesn't budge. When Samindi sits down, Vivian approaches, but keeps a considerable distance.

"I'm going upstairs to get Chris," she says. "Keep an eye on him for a second."

The man watches Vivian go, but doesn't say anything to Samindi. He just sits and waits.

Vivian ascends the stairs and knocks on the door of the room where Chris K is resting. After a moment, she slips inside.

"Chris," she says, waiting for him to acknowledge her before she continues. "We have to figure out what we're going to do with this prisoner. Sid's getting Rose now. Can you make it downstairs? We should all take part in this conversation and we won't fit in this bedroom."

Chris opens his eyes as Vivian speaks and sits up with a grimace. HE Croaks "I can make it."

He swings his legs of the bed, and then adds to Vivian "Could do with a hand down the stairs though. And a chair when we get there"

AS het gets up, Chris checks his pocket and makes sure his Glock is in it

Chris K, Samindi

"Of course."

Vivian doesn't wait for Chris K to go to the stairs. She helps him off the bed, then invites him to lean on her shoulder. As soon as he puts any weight on her, however, Chris K is reminded how much smaller she is than him, and she too is wounded, though less severely than him. Descending the short flight of stairs is a slow and exceedingly careful affair.

As they inch downward, Samindi sees through the window as a large pickup truck drives unsteadily around the house. A minute later, the rear door opens, and after a moment, Sid enters the room. With her is a young, heavyset woman wrapped with several bandages. It's hard to say which is the more injured between her and Chris K.

Vivian brings Chris K to the couch where the other man is sitting. "Get up," she tells him, then motions with her head across the room. "Go over there."

Wordlessly, the man obeys. Vivian helps lower Chris K onto the couch, then looks at the new woman. "Here, Rose. Can you - not there!"

Vivian shouts at the man, who freezes in half-stride towards a chair in the corner of the room. In the chair is his ballcap and pocket vest. "Your stuff is there," Vivian says bluntly, "and I don't trust you."

The man looks at Vivian for a moment, then grabs the vest and flings it into the center of the room in one motion. It clunks heavily on the glass table and some loose .308 rounds bounce out of a pocket. His ballcap, carried by the motion, floats gently downward to land on the floor. The man then sits in the chair, his body language resigned but disgruntled.

Vivian watches him for a moment, then motions for Rose to sit down on the couch next to Chris K. She waits for her to do so before inhaling deeply, then exhaling just as long.

"Who wants to start?"

Samindi looked between the others as they gathered, it looked like they all had a pretty bad time of it lately. As far as things went, with the blood and... death, she had come out of it unscathed. But she knew why, she wasn't taking risks and she certainly wasn't staying around anyone with guns! Until she could work out what was happening with these two other groups she would stay. There appeared to be an uneasy truce between everyone at the moment, with Chris and Sid's group controling the situation.

She tucked herself into an armchair, lifted her feet and pulled her knees up to her chin, hugging her legs to her as she looked around. She watched the unnamed man toss his things around and gave a frown between Vivian and the man. There wasn't really any reason to act like that, for either of them she thought, but she remained quiet.

At the offer of who wanted to start Samindi looked around waiting for the others, sure there were things she could say. But she wanted to know more about why Callie's family and her were attacked, why her Dad would go crazy and just... kill his own daughter.

She nodded to the man, "He can start." She looked to him, "Why did you attack us?"

Chris shifts in his seat, and grimaces as he does so, so he has a better view of the man. He keeps his hands in his pockets so he has the Glock in his hands.

"Thats a good question. ANd I'll add another. Who are you and your buddies?"

Chris K, Samindi

The man's eyes flick between Samindi and Chris K. After a moment's consideration, he settles on Chris K. "Not buddies. Just one, Wallace. And I figure you've killed him already."

"What makes you think that?" Vivian asks flatly.

"Because he's the one that went into the house, and the only way you'd ever stop him would be to kill him. And besides, that's his gun."

His gives a meaningful look to the revolver in Vivian's hand. She's let it hang at her side, and looks down at it as if she'd forgotten it's there. She appears sheepish for a moment, but brushes it off.

"As for why you're here, you can probably guess."

He lets that sentence hang in the air for a moment, looking at the group as if to challenge them. As the silence drags on, however, he apparently doesn't get the reaction he's going for, as he gives an annoyed look before continuing.

"I ran into Wallace a little over a week ago. He told me his ex-wife had kidnapped his daughter and ran off with a pedophile who was using her. I told him I got nothing else left in this world, might as well spend my time doing good. He never said there'd be all of you here - I don't think he knew. If we'd known there was a whole bunch of you here, I'd have taken my time to make sure I took more of you with me."

He pauses to look at Samindi, then Sid. When he speaks again, his voice is lowered. "Except you two. Whatever they told you, whatever they made you do, you're victims in this. Don't let them - "

"What are you talking about?!" Sid interrupts. "What the hell are you talking about? We just got here! We don't know anything about this!"

"You want us to believe," Vivian says slowly, deliberately, and with generous disdain, "that you thought there was a child molestation commune operating out of a farmhouse after the end of the world." She gestures to the group. "And that we're all involved with it."

The man glowers at Vivian for a long moment. "You know...I wouldn't have believed it if it weren't for Wallace. He was driven, the way only a father can be for his child. Even then I wasn't sure. Not until I got here...and I saw what you were doing to her."

He points at Samindi, then leans forward in his chair towards the rest of the group. His frown transforms into a mirthless, very grim smirk. "I don't see him here, by the way. So I guess that one sick fuck less in the world."

Chris watches the man and tries to hide his incredulity.

HE lets Vivian speak and then adds "This Wallace, the hero dad who was saving his daughter from pedophiles, he the same guy who blew her brains out upstairs, I take it?" HE watches the guy carefully for a reaction

Samindi kept silent through the exchange, she didn't like the way the man said he wanted to take more of them with him. Even with the exception for herself and Sid, she still felt sick about it. These people who had come had done nothing to her.

As the man pointed at her Samindi couldn't help but speak up, "Doing to me? What? These guys saved me from that psycho fuck friend of yours." She wasn't about to let this murderer accuse everyone of being an asshole when he was the one killing people. He was the reason that Callie died, the reason she was too scared to get out of the hole and help. She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Fucker." She mumbled.

Chris's comment pretty much went in the same direction she was heading so she waited to see how the man responded. He was totally confused about what was going on, Callie's dad must have gathered up a buch of similar minded assholes to tear across the country stalking her and her mom. Twisted.

Chris K, Samindi

Chris K's challenge throws the man off balance for the first time. He looks back at him, his face confused and disturbed. "He...what?"

It takes a second before he returns to his earlier sullen defiance. "Bullshit. He didn't want a thing in this world but to save his little girl. If she's dead..."

He thinks for a moment. "I guess she got too inconvenient for you, after he showed up, huh? You had to take care of her?" He scowls. "I...guess that's still better than what you were doing to her."

Still, he looks unsure of that. He looks away bitterly for a moment before looking at Samindi. "He wasn't here for you. He wouldn't have..." He pauses, doubt in his eyes, then continues. "Anyway, if they got rid of his little girl - Caroline - they'll do the same to you. Don't think they want. Don't trust them."

He turns to Sid. "Both of you."

"So I'm supposed to trust you?!" Sid explodes. "Who even are you?! You come out of nowhere saying we've all pedophiles and - and - we don't know you! You've never even met us! Where are you even getting this?!"

Chris shifted in his seat, and wished he hadn't due to the pain. "He shot her. I tried to stop him and failed. So tell us, what do you think we should do with you?"