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Kenny ([personal profile] enervated) wrote in [community profile] derogation2014-08-06 01:43 pm

STEALING A PAGE FROM SCRIBBLES' BOOK AND OFFERING OPTIONS

[OPTION A: LONG DEAD WINTER]

[Walking Dead universe, here. Virginia in winter. And up near the mountains, to boot. Not the best place to be, but sometimes you're forced to play the hand you're dealt. And the cold slows down the dead, so there are worse places one could be.

It's just about the only 'good' thing that has happened to Kenny in the past week, and even then, the 'good' it is is highly up for debate. Though honestly, the bad is still stacked high, especially now. A herd separated the group and he's just trudging on through the cold streets trying to locate even ONE of the group. He'd prefer Clementine, if he had to think about it, but he wouldn't turn down Mike. Or even Bonnie. Luke... Luke, well, Luke- he doesn't want to encounter Luke, the fucking turd. Kenny's already chalked this fuckup to Luke, the boy's as bad as fucking BEN, and that takes some real talent. Some real, real talent.

He just keeps moving; a true figure of depressed, PTSD determination stalking his way through the cold, mostly empty streets. One hand on his firearm, the other on a knife. Firearm for survivors. Knife for the dead. To say he's prepared to stop anything that might slow him down from getting back with the group is an understatement.

Man, fuck this town though, how the hell is he supposed to find anybody here?]


[OPTION B: AN UNFAMILIAR PLACE]

[Your character's universe.

The last thing he remembered was the showdown against the fucking Russians. Russians. In Virginia. Of all the things. The kid in the leg brace pointed the finger at them for something they hadn't done, ambushed the lot of them. And then when Kenny fired his gun - Clementine called for help and he had given it without hesitation - they assumed he was firing at them instead of putting down someone who deserved a better life than what had unfolded. The Russians began firing at all of them, and in turn they (Mike, Bonnie, Luke, Kenny) began shooting as well.

He had one of the sons of bitches right in his sights.

And now he was here. On the ground. It didn't feel cold, and he didn't feel DEAD. Slowly, he opened his one working eye.

This... was not a cold, snowy road outside of some town in Virginia.]


Oh shit...

[OPTION C: BLIND LEADING BLIND]

[Wildcard. You get to make up the shit here, it could totally be anything.]
dadmode: (meet me where the snow melt flows)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-10-17 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
That's some crazy shit, Ken. I hope you know that. [But he doesn't yell about it, doesn't move to stop Ken. Just goes to follow him-- because he's Lee, and that's Ken, and they're friends until the bitter, bloody end.

Though Lee is feeling like his loyalty is being damn tested right now. He stares at Kenny flatly as they stand in front of the back door.]


You want to what? Jesus Christ, Ken, you're-- you're fucking serious. [He can hear the groaning too, and he makes an effort to keep his voice down to a harsh whisper.] I'm trying to keep Clem out of danger, not bring the entire fucking neighborhood down on us!

[Fuck. Fuuuuck. He has a really bad feeling about this. Lee hisses through his teeth, looking like he's in physical pain from how fucking crazy this all is. But in the end, he hands Kenny his knife.]

I'm so gonna regret this.
dadmode: on down the hill (so we'll find a mountain path)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-10-17 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee opens his eyes at the touch, but he doesn't pull away. If anything, he leans in a little in that subconscious way people do when they trust one another There's something soft and rueful about his friend's smile, something that makes his stomach twist in a way he can't explain. This isn't the same guy who was wildly drinking that booze they found. He's different than the guy in the attic with the starved zombie child. He's greater than the sum of his parts, certainly, and shaped by something Lee is only beginning to understand.

Complete loss does this to people. It breaks them. Sometimes the pieces form something new, and sometimes they just lay there and do nothing at all. But Ken isn't like that. He could be-- but he's not.

And neither is Lee. When Ken says that he's family, Lee believes him.]


I know. If you're a monster for protecting your own, then we're monsters together.

[He raises his eyebrows.] ... Are you really gonna be okay out there by yourself? [Seriously, Ken. You look like shit.]
dadmode: where the children grew (and the waves are lapping)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-10-23 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
I wanna hear the story behind this when we're safe. Maybe not with Clem in hearing distance, though.

[He nods to the order, and moves to follow Ken outside. He'll wait at the gate-- but no promises if Kenny doesn't come back. He's not one to sit around and be protected.]

Then do me a favor and make sure you get your ass back here in five minutes. [In the meantime he'll find something else to arm himself with. He grabs the nearby shovel, holding it with a tight grip. He's a little apprehensive-- and who can blame him? His best friend just came back completely delusional.

He's scared, but... like hell he'll admit it. Not right now.

Right now, he has to be backup.]
dadmode: the strength of water can sink a man (windblown buildings muddy ground)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-10-25 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee's listening carefully. He can hear the walkers approaching, and it's terrifying in a way he can't describe, like a low muttering, a humming like-- like the train. Just... incredible. And awful.

Anyway, he spots Kenny and his victim struggling and opens the gate quickly.]


It's open! I got you covered!

[He grabs the shovel he's chosen for his temporary weapon. Although the walker tailing Kenny is pretty slow, Lee isn't about to let his best friend become zombie chow. He darts past Kenny and his new friend. If something jumps out of the alley or something, Ken's vulnerable; Lee won't stand by and let an ambush happen again.

There's no hesitation here. Without even needing to get within grabbing ranch, he destroys the walker's head with a wet crunch. Ew. That... probably won't wash out.

That done, he wastes no time getting back to Ken and shutting the gate behind them.]


You all right?
dadmode: by the river's mouth (i've a friend who lives out)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-10-31 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee tosses the shovel onto the grass, a little breathless from the effort, the excitement. And then he hears that bullshit. He is not happy, if his glare is anything to go by.]

Jesus Christ. If we didn't have the herd right there? I'd whoop your ass. No question.

[He drops to a crouch near the walker. A safe distance, though.]

So. What's the plan?
dadmode: (meet me where the snow melt flows)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-11-12 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Don't tell me you're...

[And then he does it. Kenny rips the walker open and all but shoves his fucking face in it. Lee stares in shock for a good five or ten seconds, and then it dawns on him. It makes so much sense. It's disgusting, but it makes sense.]

Holy shit.

We walk out of here-- smelling like them, maybe walking kinda slow and quiet, and they can't tell the fucking difference?

[Holy shit. But-- but Clem.]

The girl isn't gonna like this. But... I'll go get her and the others.

[He takes a moment to settle himself. Just the thought of smearing that shit on himself makes him want to puke, but he's seen worse at this point. He lets out a breath.]

We're walking out of here no matter what it takes.
dadmode: (skipping stones braiding hair)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-11-30 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee catches that. He wonders if something went down he wasn't aware of. Now's not the time to bring it up, though, especially with the whole fucking zombie horde breathing down their necks.]

We can gag and carry him if we need to. It's not like the walkers will notice.

[Lee sure as hell isn't leaving anyone behind. But, still...]

All right, I'm gonna round up the house. I'll be right back. [He hesitates, not wanting to leave Ken alone out here, but he'll only be gone a moment. He jogs into the house.]
dadmode: by the river's mouth (i've a friend who lives out)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-12-09 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
[That's pretty much what happens. No, really. Because Saffy doesn't feel like writing every single member of their huge party, imagine there's a sort of somber montage here. Said montage involves Clem shivering and maybe even crying a little bit as she's forced to endure the nastiest thing in her life. Ben passes out once. Almost twice, until Lee smacks the shit out of him. And the other two have lived this long, so they manage to get this shit done while arguing like husband and wife.

When they're done applying the gore to themselves, the horde is nearly upon them and they are not beautifully-voiced, dark-skinned creatures of barbaric nature. They're soulless monsters, pressing and running dumbly into whatever the fuck is in their way, and they're starting to clog the end of the street.

Lee turns to the others.]


All right, listen up. We're gonna walk out of here. Briskly. We can do that. We move a little fast, it's fine. We can even talk to each other, as long as you keep calm and don't freak out.

[He looks at Ben. Ben is fidgeting.]

We'll take it nice and easy. They can't tell we're not them-- we smell just like 'em. This will work. We follow Kenny, keep our heads down and our weapons close.

If something happens and we get separated, keep heading north. There's a river that'll take you to O'Leary Road. Black Creek. That's northeast of the old university.
dadmode: (take us back oh take us back)

[personal profile] dadmode 2014-12-26 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lee doesn't realize he's holding his breath until Kenny looks at him, straight at him through the crowd, and he feels alone for a second. And then the breath comes out-- nice and slow, like a sigh. They can do this. They can do this. He gives a slight nod, and wraps an arm around Clem, who is still shivering but trying to be strong.]

C'mon, sweet pea.

[Since no one else is going to fucking do it second, Lee and his charge join Kenny in the crowd. Now the others have no excuse... and so, slightly hunched, terrified, and nasty as hell, the group begins the long shuffle toward freedom.

Between Lee and Kenny, they can shoulder-bump most of the dumb fucks away from the rest of the group. Not that it matters-- but he doesn't want some walker sinking his teeth into Clem if she whimpers. Lee uses his arm and shoulder as a bumper so that nothing gets close.]
dadmode: the air is thin (the tops of crags and cliffs)

[personal profile] dadmode 2015-05-19 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lee glances around to make sure everyone's still sneaking through just fine.]

Yeah. We're almost through. Keep it together.

[Clem shivers and whines quietly. Lee strokes her hair with his dirty fingers, but since they're all dirty, it still kinda comes out comforting.

And they walk. They walk, and they keep going, and eventually-- thank god-- they make it through the horde of walkers. O'Leary greets them like any other road, desolate despite the touches of suburban. The old university looms behind them, its proud blue windows long since shattered from the chaos of the apocalypse.

There's a few inns and such clustered near the interstate. Lee scratches his chin as he looks at the broken Holiday Inn sign, then back the way they came. So many walkers ambling senselessly in the same general direction...]


Well, we made it.
dadmode: where the children grew (and the waves are lapping)

[personal profile] dadmode 2015-05-19 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Family. It's a good word. Lee can't believe Kenny's crazy ass idea worked, but it did. He's never been much for blind faith, but Kenny is his goddamned best friend and Lee will believe him as long as there's even a shred of a chance that he might be right.

And Kenny's always right.]


Yeah, I do. Went to a couple meetings at the college. [Back when he was still a teacher. Georgia Tech is a pretty nice campus. Er... was.] We take I-95 northeast, we'll be goin' through the wildlife refuge. After that it's Hardeeville and the rest of South Carolina.

If we follow the highway north, we stay in the city. It kinda curves west when it hits Rincon, but that might be dangerous too.
dadmode: on down the hill (so we'll find a mountain path)

[personal profile] dadmode 2015-05-20 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee is... surprised to see Kenny up and at it again like this, especially after he's been beaten within an inch of his life, but the plan is sound and Lee takes his side.]

Sounds good to me. As long as we have supplies and stick near the road, we'll be all right.

[He hopes. It's not as if the wildlife refuge is ridiculously big, but it's definitely not something he wants to get lost in.]

Don't get pinned down.

[And with that, the group is split. Clem stares after them, then looks up at her caretaker.]

Lee... I feel r-really gross.

[Lee smiles down at her. She's been strong so far, even though she didn't get to see her parents. He can tell that's worrying her.] I know, sweet pea. We'll get you cleaned up soon.

[His dark eyes shift to Kenny.] Wanna head around back?
dadmode: on down the hill (so we'll find a mountain path)

[personal profile] dadmode 2015-05-30 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Clem is still uncomfortable as all hell, but she has Kenny and Lee to take care of her, so she tries to be brave.] Okay. [He won't complain again for a while.

Lee is focused on finding shelter. Nighttime isn't great for visibility. They'll want to lay low and quiet.]


Don't start with that urban shit again. We can unjam it with my knife. Probably.
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