The Mystic West.

[Quiet_Cool]

Statler

"HELP ME!"
The girl's voice again, sounding as though she were very close to the door. I ran over next to the sheriff, seeing the zombie between us and the girl, who'd fallen to the floor and lay still. I wasn't sure if the sheriff intended to fire the shotgun or not, but decided not to take the chance of allowing him to. If he was firing buckshot, the pellets'd hit the girl for certain.
"Out of the way, Sheriff," I said, pushing past him and drawing one of my revolvers.
I thought about shooting it in the head, then remembered the one I shot outside and chose to take its legs out. One shot to the right knee sent it to the floor, then another to the same knee seperated the limb from there down. It turned to face me, then started crawling toward me, it's pants, which were around his ankles for some odd reason, dragging it's detatched leg behind it. I shot it in the head then. It stopped, laying still there for a few seconds.
I stepped over it carefully and wandered over to the girl. She was unconscious, but looked fine otherwise. Not hurt. She breathed deeply, restfully.
"What now?" I asked no one in particular. Then it came to me. I grabbed the zombie by the arms and started to drag it toward the doorway, shouting back to the man who'd offered to help me.
"Hey, get some matches and something flamable. That'll take care of this problem."
Once I got the body to the door, I turned to the Sheriff. "little help? We've got to get this thing in the street where we can burn the sonofabitch."

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

(ooc. why thank you PM...and hello again stranger (pooh!) )

GAIA:

I looked at the store owner, "My name is not running bear. " I sighed, "I need a stone, one to sharpen my blade. " I slapped the blade down, the remains of the undead beast I killed earlier still encrusted on it.

I then lifted the corner of my sarong to take out a gold piece, I slapped it down too. He looked at it greedily. "I also need a fire starter, and..."

I opened my hand, a fresh wound there from earlier, it seemed to happen whenever something like when rain or something came that I wished would come...though I didn't quite get the connection, I asked for rain, and it came...it was a coincidence I thought, but it always resulted in some sort of bruise or cut...or sometimes worse.

"need clean bandages, maybe food."

I looked to the gun still in his hand. "you going to shoot me?"
I narrowed my eyes.

 

[PmTick]

Tyler:

Hearing the call for something flammable he retrieved a spindel of rope and an extra long match from his coat. "I got some nice oily, flamabale rope and a match here! Let's roast the fucker!"

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: A pleasure to be here, honestly, a real pleasure.
I always try to work with the best, (wink).

Buck gave her a quick look. The injun folk was always crafty, his pa had told him so, but this was one petite little woman. She was hurt after all, he couldn't hurt a hurt girl if his life depended on it. Hell, he was greedy, not an asshole.
Except, when it came to being greedy.
"Got just whatcha need," he said putting the shotgun down in it's cubby behind the counter. Stepping into the back he began grabbing the assorted things she had asked for.
"Got a knife's stone here. Perfect for what you'll need. Here's a box of matches, but I think you may find this more to your liking."
He took out another black rock, this one deep black with tiny sparkles in it.
"It's called flint, although I bet you got your own name for it. This one piece of stone can start a thousand fires and still be good. You just get a rock," he took the Knife's stone, and ground it into the flint, several big sparks came onto the counter.
"Either or, you're choice," he set it beside the box of matches.
Buck took a cloth napkin, reaching for her hand, "I'm not trying to hurt you, I just want to see how bad it is."
He saw doubt in her eyes, but it faltered. Wiping off the blood he saw a rather nice wound reaching across her palm. Nodding, he wrapped the cloth piece around her hand tightly.
"There, that'll help you. I'll put in a few more cloth pieces as well. It's a long dash, but not deep. It should stop bleeding before the day's out."
A burlap sack plopped down in front of them both, he opened it up, letting her see inside.
"Now, I've got dried meats, jerky, some cheese wrapped up, bread, crackers, flour, sugar, coffee, and a couple of bottles of beer. Everything a person needs to survive. This is only your basic food supply though, should last you a week. You didn't say how much food you needed though."
Swiping the gold piece from the counter he quickly pocketed it.
"I have many other delightful delictables here, please, take a look around," he eyed her figure with a more arrogant tone, "you might find something you like."
Injun woman or not, pussy is pussy.

 

[Rockingham]

"Why you cotton pickin' low life dirty cheating, double dealing," he paused, not quite sure how that one finished.
"Well, it don't matter none. You are a lying sneaking snake in the grass. Fine, you don't want to be locked up, then you just stay right there."
He took out his gun, and fumbled in his pocket for the one bullet. After loading it, he pointed at the man.
"There'll be no more games. I want answers and I want them now," he took the chair out and sat on it, across from the old man.
"This is straight shooting," he waved the gun in the air menacingly, "I need answers. Names, addresses, high school personality tests, references, credit checks."
He pointed outside, where the bodies were now decomposing in the hazy afternoon.
"They didn't just drop there from a long night at Tony's Whore-o-rama. What's going on here? Why am i having to yell at a kindly old man about dead bodies? Where is your sense of morality and keen observance as an elder gentleman."
He pointed the gun down, his eyes wide, but the rest of his face drawn tightly.
"You know how fast I can revoke your ealry bird dinner special? And that's not just in this town either. Everywhere. From now on, you'll have to eat dinner at six o'clock just like everyone else."
Yes, now he was starting on the good cop bad cop. Unfortunately he would have to play both cops. Well, for this perfect cop, with a loaded gun and a hair trig...
BANG!
"Ow, ow, ow," he cried, looking down at his foot. It hadn't hit him, but the gun powder had hurt his little foosties. He whimpered, biting his lower lip.
"You'd better start talking, or else that's what I'm gonna do to you."
He wiped away the tears from his eyes, pulling up his leg to examine the wound. His poor footsies.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Statler

"Perfect," I replied, laying the corpse in the street just as it started to move again. I shot it again, this time having little effect except to send it back to the sand again. As it rose once more, I stepped back and said, "Okay, light 'er up and toss it on old bones here."
I looked around, letting Tyler take care of this part. There was only one, and the girl was still laying in there. I wandered inside, looked her over and thoght, well, we can't leave her here.
I crouched down and slid my arms beneath her, then stood carefully to my full height, holding her in my arms, one arm behind her back while her legs dangled over the other. Luckily, her head slumped toward my chest on its own, so I wouldn't have to worry about it swaying as I carried her.
I headed out into the street.

 

[Firesprite]

Felicity

Coming to and feeling a man's arms around her, Felicity began to struggle weakly, pushing at the chest so close to her face. A scream died on her lips as she looked up at his face realised who held her - Statler. Felicity, suddenly feeling weak and drained started trembling in his arms. Uncontrolled tears began to leak from her eyes and she clutched Statlers shirt and buried her face in his muscled chest.

 

[Morgoth]

Alt pulled out a potato. A strange black wire came out of the back. "They're close enough!" he shouted. He lit the potato and threw it. It exploded with a loud bang, taking out four zombies. The rest of them did alike. They pulled their guns and stood up, pumping bullet after bullet into the zombies, pausing only to reload, then get back to firing. The huge swarm marched ever on, but one bullet killed a zombie. For these were no ordinary bullets.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

I narrowed my eyes at the handsome man. "I am not stupid, nor ignorant."

"But thank you," Blood seeped through the clean cloth, but I just clutched it tighter.

I tore the soft deer skin bag from my hip, the bag bulging with coins, the same gold coin I had put on the counter minutes before.

"I see lots I want in this store." He eyed the coins that I just spilled on the counter with awe. The store owner looked at me as if I were a piece of meat.

"I did not steal." I knew what the white man thought, he thought that 'injuns' either lied about what they had or stole it.

I looked to the other man that was in the store with me, his frame looming over mine. "You will tell me all you know about these things that are in your town. I come here to help, they tell me to, so you must tell me."

I picked up the coins again, at least I had his attention.


(ooc. Pooh, why aren't you on messangers nemore?)

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Statler

She awoke as I held her, at first fighting me, as if she were unaware that I was trying to help her, then she looked up at me, making contact with my eyes and relaxing, as if she knew me from long ago. As I thought about it, she did appear oddly familiar. A strong feeling of Deja'vu struck me, clung to me, making me a little uneasy.
She huddled against me then, beginning to weep.
"Calm, down," I whispered, "you're safe now."
As if to argue, gunshots rang out, a series of them, from down the street. I guessed it was either more zombies, or something worse.
"On second thought, why don't we get you down to the Sheriff's office, before things get too out of hand?"

 

[Firesprite]

Felicity

Flinching at the fresh sounds of gunfire and explosions, I sought comfort in the strong arms that surrounded me, and fought back my tears. I nodded mutely in agreement at his suggestion we go to the Sheriffs office as my body became overcome with tremmors. Shock, I told myself. It will pass, but I couldn't remove the memory of Grant coming for me, and what he wanted to do.

Statler. How did I know that name? Why did the manly smell that clung to his clothes stir in my memory? My mind shied away from the thought, aware of hurt there.

 

[PmTick]

Tyler dragged the zombie out in the middle of the street. He looked down at the undead creature, now hogtied with Tyler's flammable. Tyler lit the match in front of the zombie, showing it too him and smiled as he said, "Your gonna like this fucker!" He ignited the rope and watched as the creature rived in pain as it burnt to a crisp. Just to be sure the zombie was dead, he pulled out one of his six-shooters and fired 3 shots to the head. Satisfied he kneeled over the burning body and lit a cigar, poking it through a small hole in his mask. "I wonder where John has gone off to."

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: I'm still on messenger, but I only come on at nights anymore. I usually come on 10 o clock my time (which is 11 or midnight central time). I'm sorry, it's the only time I can post anymore.



Buck eyed the bag of coins. His attention was fully hers now, he looked back outside. Shit, he wished he had more to tell her, but he didn't. All he knew was that trouble's brewing.
When trouble was brewing you raise prices and just sit back.
he began packing up everything for the injun into that one large burlap sack.
"I'm afraid I don't have much to tell you inj... uhhh, well, whatever your name is. All I know is a stranger came to town, and these things followed it. Rumors are floating around though, I'm not sure if I believe any of them. Some say god is punishing us, others think a voodoo curse has been planted on the land. Some people are crazier than others."
Shots began ringing out. Buck looked out the front window, seeing another group of invaders coming.
"Well, if you've been sent to help, you best get out there. They're a coming, and they don't look happy."
He grabbed for the rest of the coins.

 

[starkweather]

John stopped about half way to church and listened....alls he heard was gun fire and a big explosion, 'what the hell am I doing I need to go back and help Tyler form a posse' John turned his horse around and headed to the center of all the action....

When John arrived he saw the handy work of Tyler and his friend, "intresting work there Tyler" John said. John dismounted his horse and approched Tyler, and then noticed the women being held by a man. "whos the hero?" John asked, pointing to the man with the women.

 

[PmTick]

Tyler laughed at John's comment, "he he, I do enjoy my work." He turned to the man and woman, "Forgive me for not introducing myself back there, I'm Tyler and this is my assoicate, John. Who might you two be?"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Statler

Explosions and more gunfire...all I wanted was to come into town and spend a few bucks on a whore and some whiskey...figured, some guys had all the luck, be it good luck or bad...
"I'm Statler," I said, unable to hold out my hand to shake. "ANd the lady here...well, she's scared. I'm gonna get her back to the Sheriff's office. What do you say we let these odd gentlemen take on whatever's coming and get ourselves better acquainted, and better prepared back at the Sheriff's office."
If it comes down to it, that odd little deputy might actually be useful at some point, I thought, heading toward the office again.

 

[Angelus]

Jeremy walked out of the salloon and as soon as he did he turned just to see several zombies eating his horse who was still screaming in immense pain. He let out a shout and pulled out his guns, firing one at the horse, killing it instantly and one at one of the zombies which fell to the ground. He turned both of his guns at the zombies and saw that several more were coming up from the ground behind the horse.

Jeremy looked at them and began to fire, causing them to fall to the ground. He then heard a loud explosion rip through the air and decided that if there was any place that he would find help would be there. He turned and ran off in that direction but stopped when he saw a person standing there going towards the sheriffs office. Jeremy stopped and shouted out, "Wait up. I'm coming with you!"

 

[Morgoth]

One of the men had finally set up a gatling gun, and as another fed a chain of bullets in, he spit out lead death. The earlier zombies, or as the men had noticed in previous battles, the unarmed ones, had now been killed off. Now, zombies with everything from spades to shotguns wandered into view.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Statler

I moved past the odd men outside and hurried into the sheriff's office, where the odd little deputy was standing there, looking at the old man as if he'd just caught him in bed with his mother. The old man grinned back, looking...well, drunk.
I set the woman on the edge of the desk, saying, "There. Now you're safe. You're in the Sheriff's office. You'll be safe right here with..." I look to the deputy, then add: "With the old drunk guy, okay?"

 

[PmTick]

Tyler

Tyler scratched his head and turned to John, "Seems like a nice fellow. What do you want to do, go in and see about forming a posse or investiage that explosion?"

 

[Angelus]

Jeremy

Jeremy ran into the sheriff's office and looked at the group of people standing there. The first person that he noticed however was the strange old man that had called the zombies into the town. He walked up to the cell that held him and said, "What was the use of bringing them up from the dead old man. Look at all the death and destruction that you have caused."

He turned to the others in the room, "This old man is the bastard responsible for all of this. I know that killing him won't be able to stop those zombies and personally I don't want to do that so there must be some reason that he and they are here at the same time. Do you think if we get him out of here they will go too?"

 

[Rockingham]

Oh, shit was definitely hitting the fan, and he seemed to be the only man with a broom in this town. The sheriff off on his duties, bless his soul, but right now things needed to be done.
"Ok! No one comes into my office yelling and screaming," he pointed at the man, looking at a chair right next to him, "Now you'd better sit down, afore I charge you with disturbing the peace."
He held his now empty gun, waving it in the air from side to side frantically.
"I can do it too, that's just how the law is around here. And nothing is happening to this man. He's protected by the law now, and the law will find out if he's guilty or innocent of anything. So says the law, we're all in America, and America is right here. You want some vigilanty justice, well you just move right on up to those freakin Kanucks and have a good ole time."
His attention drew quickly to the man and woman.
"Now listen here you. The snake in the grass doesn't bite until you plant your foot in his tulip bushes. You got me? Do I need to make you a diagram?"
Shit, he sat down behind the desk, drawing a picture of a snake, and a foot, and the ever important tulip bushes.
"Wait, tulips don't have bushes. Ok, roses then, it's still the same."
He cursed, and erased the bushes, making simple flowers.
"No, it's gotta be tulips. I remember now. Without tulips the whole thing don't make sense."
He gave the man the picture, autographing it before he did so.
"There you are now. We've got bigger fish to fry. Listen, I'm going to have to deputize you two men. Right now, there's a bunch of people messing up my town."
He pointed outside the window to the dark men shooting and hollering and having a hell ass good time.
"They might be helping with the zombie problem, but they are using illegal weapons, Uncle Sam needs your help. First we stop the zombies, then we arrest those outlaws."
He took out the deputy stars, eyeing them both. Better let them think it over, his attention was turned to the lovely lady now on his desk.
Ok, it was the sheriff's desk, but soon to be his.
Very soon, if today's efforts have anything to do with it.
Barney reached over, touching her arm lightly. He looked into those puffy eyes of hers, still red from crying. The poor thing.
"Listen, Miss. You're in good hands here. Ain't nothing going to get you. Now, I can lock you up in a cell, for your protection of course, nothing can hurt you in there. Would you like that?"

 

[Firesprite]

Felicity

Thanking Statler for his assistance, Felicity finally managed to introduce herself. Noting the small frown that crossed his face at her name, she turned to the conversation the Deputy was having as Statler made to leave the room.

Tulip bushes? thought Felicity Is he mad??

"Thankyou Deputy, but no. I'm sure the accomodations in the cells are splendid, but I am afraid I have to refuse. My husband died the other day and I have to go out and bury him again. Don't you just hate it when relations just pop up unexpectedly? I think there is a saying for it - Ahh yes, 'If the early bird slaps you, turn the other leaf'" Politely Felicity declined his offer of locking her in a cell, replying in a way she thought he would understand.

While he was pondering that, Felicity slipped off the desk and held out her hand expectantly asking, "Deputy, may I borrow your gun for a while? I just have to go outside for a moment"

 

[Rockingham]

Turn the other leaf...
That was brilliant, he would have to remember that one. Barney helped her off the desk, seeing her to the door.
"Well ma'am that's highly unorthodox. You don't plan on doing anything harmful to yourself do you? The last thing this town needs is another body sprawled on the floor, especially one as purty as yours."
He looked down at her hips momenarily, prying at the thought that she had mentioned her husband's passing.
"I..." his voice squeaked. He blushed, moving back to the Sheriff's desk. He tripped over the seat, falling on his ass.
Down there, he opened up the bottom drawer and pulled out a small gun. It wasn't nothing, just an aging six shooter, but it could do the job.
"Here you are Ma'am. I would give you my own, but..." he hitched up his pants, giving out this authoritative growl in his throat, "A Deputy's gun is his lifeblood. This gun's staying right here..."
He moved closer to her, whispering in her ear, "Besides, the sheriff won't let me put any bullets in it unless it's an emergency."
He nodded, taking a step back.
"Do you need an escort anywhere, or would you rather be alone? I've got some deputizing duties to go through here in a moment, but I don't want you on those streets alone, there's a war going on."
His voice cracked as he said war.

 

[Firesprite]

Felicity

Taking the six-shooter from the Deputy she gave him a seductive smile.
"Thankyou Deputy but with this little gun I think I'll do just fine. I just have to get a few things from the store then take myself right home," Felicity lied. "I'll just let you get on with the job of cleaning up that war outside ok?" walking to the door and putting a slight sway in her step Felicity spun around, catching the Deputy raise his eyes again to her face. "Oh and Deputy, your fly is down."

Stepping out the door and onto the street, Felicity bagan to make her way around the main street and along less travelled routes, making her way to the cemetary.

Racking her brain, Felicity tried to recall the words of an old chant she had heard when she was much younger, the only memory left to her of her early life. Lost when trying to find a chicken that had run off she had been found by an old and weathered Indian man.

Taking her back to the clearing he was camped in, he spoke to her in riddles and rhyme. His english, though heavily accented was fluent, and he'd told her that one day she would have great need to recall his words. He'd given her a bitter tasting drink and spoken to her at length.

When she awoke the next day she found she could recall little of what he'd said, but since then, at major intersections in her life, she found she had a little bit of guidance. In a rush the words came to the fore in her mind.

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into the souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
See the burning crosses, see the flames, higher and higher.

Seeing that the first verse already had many truths fulfilled she had no cause to doubt that the last would too.

Reaching the cemetary she found that all the grave markers had been defiled. On all, the words "rest in peace" or the simpler R.I.P. had been gouged off of the weathered wood.

Looking up at the sky at a sudden flash of lightning and rumble of thunder, the skys opened in earnest, the wind began picking up, and the rain fell with an unnerving drumming on the ground.