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@aforsaken-sniper
So, like,
Nah, he’s like immortal you know? Like the Queen of England.
I think the politically correct term is fan.
Has it been confirmed the Queen of England is still alive? She probably is, I wouldn't be surprised. You're right, immortal. Hmm... well fan then?
It looks like rain.
I don’t remember much about her, to be honest. I don’t spend that much time thinking about it either. I can’t change it, so why put so much of myself into it? It would be a waste. My dad was thinking about retiring for a long time, and he was close. He wanted to go into real estate afterword, even though the market was completely broke. But he had enough to support us and he was interested. It’s too bad he never got the chance.
What does someone do for fun in Russia exactly? I always pictured it like that old movie Anastasia, which probably didn’t paint the most realistic picture.
You were in another sector?
It's unfortunate he never did. I'm sure it would have been good for all of you, something different than the military life for the whole family.
To be honest I didn't do anything fun. I mostly just did my school work and hung around with my siblings and a few other military brats that were there at the same time. Anything fun we did was go to museums in Saint Petersburg. No, unfortunately there was no singing in the streets about a missing duchess.
Yeah, I was originally in Sector 4 with my fiance. The two of us and a group of others made it out when it started to fall to the zombies. Only a few of us got through the whole trip here. Why? Did you know anyone in 4?
So, like,
d’ya think Bob Barker died?
Probably, if not by zombies than old age. Are you one of those 'The Price is Right' obsessed people?
I probably should say yes but I really feel like saying no.
Aw common Beckett, it'll be fun.
I’m always interested in that.
Sounds good. What do you know about guns?
I don’t mind practicing, but what makes you good enough to teach?
I’ll tell you what, growing up under my army father, my four years at West Point, my two tours of duty in Afghanistan where I became an expert in marksmanship and top sniper shooter and now working patrol here in the sector protecting your ass from zombies. Does that sound sufficient enough to teach you?
This late?
To you it might be late, for others it's early. So you interested?
Anyone interested in gun training?
I don't think I can take another double shift this week.
Then stick them back in training. It’s annoying to hear people bitching about having to strap when heading out on a mission. You’d think years into this bitch, everyone would be comfortable with a gun.
Well you know people love bitching about anything and everything and a lot of these people don't like having to pull their weight in keeping this sector alive.
I don't think I can take another double shift this week.
It seems like a love and hate relationship with how long you do and do not work. That would be bad if you left us behind.
I’m doing well, just keeping myself busy.
That's a great way to describe it. Love and hate, a thin line I'm always dangling over. I'll try my best never to leave any of you. Good to hear, that seems to be the only way to get through things here.
I don't think I can take another double shift this week.
Understandable.
I’m kinda used to them by now. I don’t know, I think it’s the loneliness that causes it at times, or when I really don’t have anything to do. When you’re alone with your thoughts they’ll come and haunt you. I can only hope that you’re right.
I know what you mean, the loneliness... here in this world, whatever this world is now. I just ... you're right they haunt you. Maybe one day I won't have to hope anymore and you won't either.
Alpha Mission
I don’t think any of us are feeling particularly good about this mission. We’ll be pretty far off from the sector. And we’re investigating something suspicious. I just hope everything goes well but who knows. I guess all we have is hope. And caution.
I don't know why but this mission already feels like it's a failure. I'm probably just being pessimistic or nervous or... it's early in the morning I'm probably just crabby. Caution is all we can aim for.
I'm Back OOC
Hey everyone so I'm back, gonna get started on replies. My doggie, Hunter is doing great! Had a huge turn-around after being at the vet and getting re-hydrated. We still don't know how long we'll have him but it's gonna be a while and I couldn't be happier having my baby doing well.
I know I've missed a lot and a lot of new additions to the group so Hi everyone I'm Hayley!
Gonna get to replies no
Alpha Mission
Usually. Even if there is no reason to. However, today happens to be one of those days. You’re right. We’re all gonna need it.
Hey, I’m careful. May not be the best fighter, but I’m careful. The same to you though because I don’t want to lose my drinking buddy. That’d be rather unfortunate.
I know you're careful, I don't have to worry about you but I do none the less. I just don't have a good feeling today, maybe I'm just psyching myself out. It doesn't matter. We go, we figure out whatever this noise is and we leave. Of course it won't be that easy but God knows I'd like it to be.
I don't think I can take another double shift this week.
Oh well, yeah then taking them wouldn’t be the best idea. Especially if you’ve another call the next day.
I’m okay, nightmares wake me up at night, so it’s not really that I can’t fall asleep… The fact that I can’t stay asleep is my problem.
I always have a call the next day. I'd rather just try and sleep and get nothing than take those things again. Nightmares. They always seems to come at the worse possible times. I used to have them daily but at some point they just stopped. Maybe they will for you someday as well Nick. Then you can sleep again.
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I'll be on tomorrow
Alpha Mission
Beckett had a normal morning despite the mission that lay before him. He woke up and went to the bathroom to pull on clothes. He then ushered the kids to breakfast, making sure they all got fed, and made them scurry back to the building. They were bouncy as usual, besides the older ones. For the most part, they had calmed down. And those were the ones who knew that soon enough, they’d be just like Beckett. They’d be working all of the time, going on missions, fighting. Just like the others. Those were the ones he fought harder to protect. He knew how they felt, but he knew the anxieties that may come along with growing up. And more than growing up - training. Training to kill zombies, training to run their part of the sector. It was hard, but he’d always do it.
He stood in the doorway that day, waiting as he watched the substitute walk up. They shared a head nod and Beckett headed out of the building with a few waves and goodbyes to the kids. They were used to it though. The missions kept him out late. Beckett hurried back to his apartment and started to get ready. In the process, he couldn’t help but laugh. At the beginning of all of this, he had left home in slacks and a button-up shirt, layered under a sweater. He’d had his glasses, and he’d had that overall teacher appearance to him. Now, he wore a t-shirt and jeans. And he’d gotten a bit more stronger than before the outbreak. He could see that now as the t-shirt pulled tighter against his chest.
Beckett loaded up, his gun in it’s usual holster and the crowbar slinking after him. The one he carried was made of titanium, complete luck that he had happened upon it before reaching the sector. It was lighter than most crowbars, but it still got the job done. And it was probably stronger and much more weather-resistant than the other option.
His walk to the front of the sector was quiet. No children bouncing after him, saying “Mr. Harrison, Mr. Harrison!" as they showed him a rather delightful object that they had just discovered. The younger they were, the more odd the objects came. He’d remembered the time that one of the kids found a piece of a shattered mirror, they were mesmerized by it’s shine. He’d had to confiscate the piece, telling them that they could harm themselves on it. Which then would lead into another lecture about open wounds and the spread of the infection. Another lesson that he hated teaching.
Beckett saw Eliza sitting against a tree as he walked up. He wondered how long she had been there, and felt as if it had been longer than most. She seemed like the type. He nodded at her nonchalantly, thinking about the fact that he would be talking to her later that evening despite how the mission turned out. Throwing back a beer or two and muttering about the “damn zombies".
He watched her for a moment, analyzed. It’d become habit as a teacher. You always analyzed before you said something wrong. “Looks like you’ve got your game face on," he said after looking away, “Best of luck out there. I know we all could use it."
Don't I always have my game face on? Gonna need it, just feels like one of those days. You too Beckett. Can't lose my drinking buddy now can I?
