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George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

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GM
GM, 371 posts
Tue 13 Oct 2020
at 18:32
  • msg #1

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

(Hey pal, sorry about this taking so long to get you going. My bad there.)

The day was already getting too hot. It wasn't even nearing lunch yet. George looked over at the stack of logs to cut, split, stacked, and covered for the winter. Maybe he should trek over to the Morgan's cabin and see if their eldest son wanted to work for George for a few days. He had seemed interested enough in fishing gear. Maybe pay him in some lures, line, and maybe a net. Hell, George thought, he's an eighteen year old, could just give a few beers and jerky too.
George Simmons
player, 3 posts
Tue 13 Oct 2020
at 19:03
  • msg #2

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

George was dressed rather light, in a light button down shirt, a pair of jeans and hiking boots on. He had his revolver strapped to his side, an cowboy style belt holding it in place. The loops on his belt all held more ammunition, as the world has gotten rather strange and even in the woods you can't take a chance. Grabbing his canteen he took in a mouthful of the water. George was oh so grateful he had a good spot for his cabin, it was situated on the side of a small mountain and had more than a few decent streams rather close, and a decent sized lake. The hunting was plentiful enough, and with civilization in complete disarray, he wouldn't have to worry about hunters at all. Putting his canteen down, George grabbed his rifle and placed it in the rifle scabbard on his horse and mounted up and headed to the Morgan's cabin..

The trek over to the Morgan's let George think about everything that he had lost in the last year. Of everything he lost, his daughter going missing, weighed the heaviest on him, he wished he knew if she was alive, but there was nothing he could do, last he knew she was in New York City, and he had no optimism she was still alive.
This message was last edited by the player at 19:06, Tue 13 Oct 2020.
GM
GM, 381 posts
Fri 16 Oct 2020
at 04:54
  • msg #3

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

George was walking the horse slowly, using his knees to guide it, but letting it pick its own course through the forest. He was nearly to the Morgan's cabin when he smelled it; that scent of recent death. Coming up to the edge of their cleared land, George looked out over their little patch of corn to see the front door to their cabin wide open. There where two recently dead men eating from what looked like the remains of the Morgan's goat, Max, but they weren't any of the Morgans.
George Simmons
player, 4 posts
Fri 16 Oct 2020
at 20:54
  • msg #4

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

"Well shit." George draws and fires his lever action rifle twice, in rapid succession, both shots aiming for the head. His aim is good, though he is far from an expert. George looks at his horse, and gives it a pat on the rump, so it moves away, though can be easily called with a whistle.

George calls out "Tyler, Mary, you folks ok?" As he starts to look around, being careful to pay attention to any points where a walking dead can move from.
GM
GM, 383 posts
Fri 16 Oct 2020
at 23:48
  • msg #5

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

There was a crash of pans and a guttural moan from inside the house. Two undead shuffled from the little shed out back; Tyler Morgan and a freshly dead woman that George didn't know. He sighed. He was probably too late for whatever happened here.
George Simmons
player, 5 posts
Fri 16 Oct 2020
at 23:52
  • msg #6

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

Quickly letting 2 more shots loose, the zombies fall and George is pissed. "Man, they were good people. Hopefully Mary and Jack made it, hopefully." George Throws his rifle over his shoulder and pulls his revolver, as he continues to look around.
GM
GM, 387 posts
Mon 19 Oct 2020
at 20:46
  • msg #7

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

Moving into the little homestead quietly, George could here the shuffle and bump of more undead coming from the cabin. He sighed. Moments like this were never good.
George Simmons
player, 6 posts
Fri 23 Oct 2020
at 22:00
  • msg #8

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

George sighed, he hated this part. Picking up a can, he threw it to the other side of the room, hoping to draw the Zombies to the noise so to be easily dispatched.
GM
GM, 395 posts
Sun 25 Oct 2020
at 18:35
  • msg #9

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

George grabbed a can, lintels with bacon in sauce, that had been crudely opened with a knife. Evidence that one of those looters had been there. He tossed it across the kitchen where it landed with a clattered, rolled over, dropped into a sink half full of water causing a fork to come flying back at him. It struck a wok hanging over the little kitchen's island causing it to ring with a gong-like echo. Over George's face.

The undead turned to face the noise, saw George, and began shuffling his way. George sighed. Some days just didn't work out for him at all.
George Simmons
player, 7 posts
Sun 25 Oct 2020
at 22:01
  • msg #10

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

"Well shit, looters." George shoots each shambling corpse, in the head, and wipes his face when done. George hated looters, his way of dealing with them was rather permanent, a bullet did the job rather efficiently.

George then waits a few moments before moving further into the building, hoping he finds someone alive.
GM
GM, 397 posts
Mon 26 Oct 2020
at 00:05
  • msg #11

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

George moved casually, but cautiously through the cabin. It was clear of the living. But, it was his extreme displeasure to put down the undead corpses of the Morgans as he found them. He was about to leave the kids' room when he spotted something out the window.

Looking again George realized that what he saw was a woman, wearing a poncho made from an old blanket and nothing else, and tied to a tree out near the edge of the clearing behind the cabin. She was obviously alive doing her best to stay in the shadows and underbrush despite having her hands tied to a limb over her head.
George Simmons
player, 8 posts
Tue 27 Oct 2020
at 19:25
  • msg #12

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

Looking at the woman, George suspected a trap of some kind, as people weren't really to be trusted, but he had to follow what he thought was right and he headed outside, walking around the cabin, leaving enough distance so he couldn't be easily jumped by someone from the rear of the house.

"If anyone else is out here, I really don't want to shoot you, but don't think I won't. Just lay down your arms and walk away." It was worth a chance in saying that, as he really didn't like to kill anyone that still had a beating heart.
GM
GM, 404 posts
Tue 27 Oct 2020
at 23:36
  • msg #13

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

"Please, help me, please." The woman yelled back. She wasn't sure where George was and was looking in the wrong direction to see that he was in the cabin.

George waited. But, nothing came along. No humans. No undead. Not even the Morgan's old basset hound, Sir Eardragger.
George Simmons
player, 9 posts
Wed 28 Oct 2020
at 11:29
  • msg #14

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

Looking inside the cabin, George grabbed a blanket for the woman. George then walked up and behind the woman, George pulled his knife from his belt as he approached. George's tone changes, though there is little doubt he is still quite serious, yet cautious. "Now young woman, I hope, for your sake, you're not going to do anything stupid. I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt, for the moment, don't make me regret this." George approaches behind her, putting the blanket over his shoulder as he has his pistol in one hand and his knife in the other. Cutting the ropes quickly, he puts his knife away and hands her the blanket, though making sure she see's the still drawn pistol, as a reminder he is taking no chances. "You some clothes and food."
GM
GM, 405 posts
Thu 29 Oct 2020
at 00:32
  • msg #15

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

The woman jumped to her and bolted for the back of the shop. It surprised George that she could move so quickly. She didn't make a move to fight, or trying anything tricky, she just ran straight out to the shop and circled around back.

George marveled at the woman's actions. To the point of looking over his shoulder out of fear. There was nothing behind him. But, he soon learned that there was something behind the shop when the woman reappeared less than a minute later dragging a skinny mule in her wake. The beast was frightened and resisting her.

Once it was out in the open George could see that the mule was carrying several backpacks and a few milk crates on its back. Several of the undead had taken notice to the commotion and made to wonder out of the woods. It occurred to George that these were newly risen undead. Several men and a boy sporting arrows and stab wounds. Working quickly the woman tossed a blue duffel bag and the blanket George had given her onto the ground.

"We're even." She said to George and immediately began tugging the mule along heading away from the undead and the little homestead.
George Simmons
player, 10 posts
Tue 3 Nov 2020
at 15:36
  • msg #16

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

"You know I have feed and can take a look at your mule. She looks in rough shape and could use some rest it seems." George's tone was friendly, yet there was definitely an underlying caution. "My cabin is safe and warm, you could stay for the night. Just have to pass my dog's appraisal of ya, that's all."

George had 2 dogs, a Bloodhound named Blu and a German Shepherd names Jinx. Both of them were trained to stay away from the walking dead, though they were taught to get George when they were near and NOT bark.
GM
GM, 408 posts
Wed 4 Nov 2020
at 13:58
  • msg #17

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

"No! She nearly screamed. Then she seemed to reel in her emotions. "No, I can't, the others are waiting on me. I have to get back to my brother."

She puled the mule into walking. As an after thought, she looked back at George and tried for a pained smile and said, "Thank you for helping me."

With that she turned her back to him and began walking the mule as fast as she could get the animal to go.
George Simmons
player, 11 posts
Thu 5 Nov 2020
at 11:39
  • msg #18

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

George sighed, his offer was genuine, though he couldn't force her to stay. He had more than enough food to last months for himself and he had been growing and raising his own. The mule was in bad shape, but it wasn't his concern anymore.

"Good luck kid, you're going to need it."

George called his horse and headed back into the now empty cabin to see what he can scrounge, as the former occupants have no use for any of it.
GM
GM, 411 posts
Thu 5 Nov 2020
at 19:01
  • msg #19

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

George stood in the cabin's kitchen. After a little time he had surveyed it all and realized that other than taking the fresh vegetables and meats that would go to waste soon there was too much. Canned, dried, or prepackaged foods, fuel and lubricants, ammunition in several calibers, a small stock of diverse medical supplies, a working four wheeler, tools galore, clothing, bedding, and on, and on.

He sighed. He could lock it up. But, it would take him months of to build room for all of this stuff at his place. Then there was the gardens and the well. He shook his head, this place didn't need to be looted or horded. It needed someone to live here. A neighbor. A neighbor with more conviction to defending it.

Outside the local undead had began meandering through the property, drawn by the gunshots, and were actually pooling around the shop. The must have been a corpse out there that was let to rise or was shot in the head. The gathering undead would eat most of it, of course, so he would be able to easily get clear of the Morgan's farm stead. But, some of them would eventually wonder over to his little slice of life and want to eat that too.
George Simmons
player, 12 posts
Thu 5 Nov 2020
at 19:31
  • msg #20

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

George locked the cabin, treading carefully back to his slice of life. Once back at his cabin he put his weapons up and grabbed his pistol with suppressor and some fishing line along with some cans. While George had strung up numerous tripwires to alert him of anyone or thing coming, he needed to do something similar nearer to his, now dead, friends home. Grabbing a shovel he headed back outside, making sure he had ample ammunition and his silencer was secure. It was time to remove some of the walking dead.

George took his horse back to the cabin, getting off her once he felt safe enough and let the horse go roam. He wasn't all too concerned about the zombies getting her, she was too skiddish around them and would run away until called.

Unholstering his sidearm, George went about the task of putting numerous zombies into the ground, for good.
GM
GM, 413 posts
Sat 7 Nov 2020
at 15:53
  • msg #21

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

George was digging his last grave when he heard the unmistakable sound of a whippoorwill whistle. Someone was out there, and they were signaling someone else. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up when he realized that there wasn't the faint background sounds of shambling footsteps in the nearby woods. After sitting perfectly still for moments George caught the faint cough-crack of a suppressed weapon being fired. And it was pretty close to have been heard in this terrain. He didn't hear a body fall and he knew that he wasn't the target of the weapon; sound moved for north to north west off to his left.

Damn, some days were just like this. As the thought crossed his mind he set the shovel down and the edge of the blade struck something hard and metallic in the loose soil with a soft metal click.
George Simmons
player, 13 posts
Sat 7 Nov 2020
at 16:16
  • msg #22

George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......

George put the shovel down. 'Son of a bitch.' He proceeded to unholster his weapon and screw the silencer in place. While he knew he wasn't the target of the initial shot, it didn't mean he couldn't be soon enough. George started to head off in the direction of where the shots came from, keeping low and moving slow to keep himself as concealed as possible.
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