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Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon.

Posted by GMFor group 0
GM
GM, 17 posts
Fri 24 Jan 2020
at 00:45
  • msg #1

Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon

Ringgold was a small town that grew into the expanding metro area of Fort Oglethorpe, which in turn bordered the state line and the southern expanses of ever-growing Chattanooga. A town of older, pre-politically correct values and religious wholesomeness. When the dead rose people were astonished, but not so perplexed that their world fell to pieces. Old values saved them. Old values, and a collection of shotguns, high-powered hunting rifles, bows, and the skills of the hunter.

Living close to the Earth also helped. Growing crops and raising animals was second nature to farm families that had survived economic hardship for generations. The end of civilization might have been harsh, but at their creditors were nipping at their heels anymore. New comers to this little community had to face two realities; life in Ringgold meant daily toil to grow, harvest, hunt, repair, or guard and life in Ringgold meant living by the community's decision. No one stood alone, voluntarily or through exclusion, Ringgold was a community or nothing at all.

The old Adventist Church was well built from heavy timber beams, cinder blocks, pour concrete slabs, and all steel roofing. It was also just on big long auditorium with a handful of smaller class rooms along the sides. It was a natural gathering point for what remained; fourteen families, sixteen men, eleven women, and a boy named Alvin who wondered in all alone.

Life in town wasn't complicated, people were welcoming, helpful to a fault, and newcomers could always try to fit in and stay. As long as the never ending migration of undead from the city of Chattanooga a dozen miles north didn't bother them.
Roberta Johnson
player, 5 posts
Fri 24 Jan 2020
at 01:29
  • msg #2

Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon

"You have a plan yet for getting around Chattanooga?" Roberta asked Rod as she knelt down in the dirt weeding potatoes.  They'd been holed up in Ringgold a while now and she was antsy to get back on the road home.

She wasn't sure what those other three they came in with in the Subaru had in mind, but she sure hoped they didn't mind if she and Rod took the car. Rod had been first to the driver's seat after all.
Rodrigo Rod Duma
player, 15 posts
Rod for short.
Ex-con
Fri 24 Jan 2020
at 14:22
  • msg #3

Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon

In reply to Roberta Johnson (msg # 2):

"Yeah...sorta." He said as he did another 3 point shot with a potato into the collection basket. "We can convince the other 3 that staying here is suicide. Once enough of those dead fucks get wind of this place, anyways. If they wanna stay and be lunch meat its thier funeral. We just need enough gas to get north. Not sure how long gas is gonna be good for..."

Rod did not want to steal the fuel from this community. However, they would make claims on any fuel they happened to salvage outside of town. "There has to be a used car lot where we can make one big score of gas..."
This message was last edited by the player at 14:23, Fri 24 Jan 2020.
Ivy Talbot
player, 13 posts
Fri 24 Jan 2020
at 16:05
  • msg #4

Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon

Ivy had no intentions of staying in Ringgold. There were way too many rednecks here for her liking, and she wasn't too fond of Christianity, but respected that different people had different religious views. She herself was a Wiccan, much like her mother's side of the family, including her mother. However, she still planned on going to Arkansas. Just returning from a successful hunt, The green-eyed college girl noticed Rod and Roberta talking, but didn't hear what they were talking about. As she approached the two, she said, "You guys have a plan? I've seen enough Evil Dead, Resident Evil, and Zombieland to know that staying in one place for prolonged periods of time rarely ends well."
Rodrigo Rod Duma
player, 16 posts
Rod for short.
Ex-con
Fri 24 Jan 2020
at 16:49
  • msg #5

Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon

In reply to Ivy Talbot (msg # 4):

"Gas. Once we find enough, we are heading north. Roberta got family up there and I wanna be anywhere cold so those damn things cant move anymore." He said while nodding at Ivy. "You are welcome to tag along, but we are stuck for now."
Alexander Brooks
player, 12 posts
Fri 24 Jan 2020
at 21:08
  • msg #6

Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon

Alexander walked toward the group drinking some water from a bottle. He was taking advantage of the abundance of it while he could. He'd spent the morning off Marilyn Circle helping repair and reinforce the house as much as he could. It wasn't his area of expertise, but he could manage.

"North is dangerous." He had managed to catch what Rodrigo had last said. "Bigger cities, more dead. Better to stay for a while, make a good plan. Odds are you are walking a lot of it."
Rodrigo Rod Duma
player, 17 posts
Rod for short.
Ex-con
Fri 24 Jan 2020
at 21:35
  • msg #7

Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon

In reply to Alexander Brooks (msg # 6):

"Canada is still cold, Hermano." He points out. "They all freeze real good. Then anyone who is warm bloodied can take what they need. Any place warm is gonna be crawling with the dead 24/7."
This message was last edited by the player at 02:50, Sat 25 Jan 2020.
GM
GM, 19 posts
Sat 25 Jan 2020
at 02:33
  • msg #8

Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon

An old woman, known as Mama June and looking to possess native American traits, coddled up to the group with a basket and smile, "it would seem quite simple, to head off north. But, if you can think of it then so can the governmental types. Don't see them letting up on their precious power. Least with the dead all have to do is bit in the head with a shovel and put in the ground where they belong."

And as mysteriously as she appeared, she coddled off smiling.
Roberta Johnson
player, 7 posts
Sat 25 Jan 2020
at 03:21
  • msg #9

Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon

"That was, odd," Roberta muttered of the old woman's rambling.

"Anyway," she continued aloud to the others, "we avoid the big cities and stay off the populated coast."
Rodrigo Rod Duma
player, 18 posts
Rod for short.
Ex-con
Sat 25 Jan 2020
at 03:36
  • msg #10

Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon

In reply to Roberta Johnson (msg # 9):

Rod looked oddly at the old woman, but said nothing. He had never been very smooth in social situations. He was used to dealing with gang bangers and cops, not so much little old ladies...other than his mom.

He grumbled as an unpleasant memory came upon him, and he just stared briefly into the fields. Then Roberta's words seem to bring him back to reality.

"Yeah..yeah. What she said. With any luck the dead will head south for warmer weather  and easy lunch."
This message was last edited by the player at 14:52, Sat 25 Jan 2020.
Ivy Talbot
player, 15 posts
Sat 25 Jan 2020
at 14:38
  • msg #11

Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon

Ivy was trying to following everything she heard thus far. "Okay, lemme see if I have this right. The plan is to head north, but stay away from major cities. I'd also advise staying away from malls or movie theaters. From what I've seen, those places are all-you-can-eat buffets to a zombie. Also, do you guys mind if we pass through Arkansas on the way there? I don't know if my grandma is still alive or not, and I'd kinda like to find out."
This message was last edited by the player at 14:51, Sat 25 Jan 2020.
Ashton Barker
player, 6 posts
Sat 25 Jan 2020
at 17:55
  • msg #12

Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon

"You wouldn't tend to find too much useful in those places anyway, at least not while you're on the move. Malls these days are more for clothes and food courts, which all would have rotted by now, whereas theaters would have useful electrical supplies but those would be of little value to a passerby. Might have some candy that still survived, but I wouldn't recommend one risk storming any building for a couple bags of sweets."

Ashton was walking beside the old woman and was caught off guard as she commented on the group's intentions. He had not heard too much himself, how far away did she start listening in?
But upon hearing Ivy's input, he felt a need to drop in his own two cents on the matter. He didn't have much else going on thus far anyway, and they seemed better company than the woman.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 17:55, Sat 25 Jan 2020.
Roberta Johnson
player, 8 posts
Sat 25 Jan 2020
at 23:36
  • msg #13

Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon

"Does someone have a map handy?" Roberta asked.  "Isn't Arkansas west of here a ways?"

It didn't sound like it was on their way.
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