Lay Me Down [open]

[Landra Shepard]

Being clear of walkers and well fenced in had the junk yard just begging to be populated, but somehow Landra had still managed to find it empty. Quiet, secure, isolated, and better yet filled with old cars in good enough shape to live in. In a word - perfect. She'd even tracked down an old dodge four-by with a long box and box cap that would make an ideal shelter once she got the windows covered to keep the heat out. And that wouldn't take long. The junk yard was brimming with supplies, and she hadn't seen anyone else around to stake a claim.

Too bad it was so damned hot. Landra pushed her mass curly hair back from her face, tucking the loose strands more firmly into her hairclip. Sometimes she was tempted to cut it, but with no way to do it properly it would still fall in her face and she wouldn't even be able to tie it back. And there was no amount of heat that would make her take her jacket off. She'd taken it off a dead biker months ago and with the walkers unable to bite through the thick leather it had saved her life more than once. No, she'd just drink plenty of water and stick to the shade.

Oh well. She opened the tailgate of her intended hideout and tossed in her gear, keeping only her knife and crossbow on her as she left the truck to air out. It shouldn't be hard to get comfortable at least. She could prop up some scrap metal to keep the sun out, break down some bench seats for a bed. If she stuck around long enough she might insulate it better, maybe bury it to really keep the heat out. For now though she just trudged through the towering piles of scrap looking for anything she could use to build up her new home and tried to ignore the stream of sweat running down her back.

OUTFIT

[CharLee]

Kahleesi

Kahleesi had began making her way outside of town since sunrise. Her whole mission was to get a vehicle so she could make runs like this with no problem. There were several sitting in the parking lot of her safe haven, but she didn't know a damn thing about cars. She would either have to jump them and sound alarms, risking her whole area, or find one that already ran. In all honesty, she was lucky. But she didn't dare risk her home. She would rather walk for hours to find one than sound an alarm so close to home. Might as well ring the dinner bell. 

Her target was the junk yard outside of town. She had passed by here a couple of times on her supply runs. She had always assumed it was taken territory or bustling with walkers. But she knew there were plenty of cars in there. Maybe, if she was lucky, one of them was there just for sheer body damage. Or, if she was even luckier, there was a big one that would hold a bunch of her stuff. 'New world definition of motor home.' She chuckled to herself. It was always good to try and keep a sense of humor in this day and age.

As she approached, she noted that the lock had been busted, but the gates had been re-shut. Someone had taken residence in here. Kissy swore, frowning. She only needed one vehicle. And the junk yard was a big place. Maybe she could get in and out quickly, unseen. If she couldn't, she could fight. 'But what if there is more than one dumb ass?' She sighed, leaning against the iron gate, trying to think. It was sweltering, so she had come in her comfiest shorts and a belly tee shirt. It wasn't appropriate for survival if you could help it. But she knew it would be a longer run, and she needed to stay as cool as she could. It had worked, at least. She'd been going for miles and had hardly broken a sweat.


The young woman swallowed her fear, pulled her long brown hair up and opened the gate quietly. Here goes nothing.


Word Count;; 369
Outfit;;Link
Tags;; Bonesie
Notes;; Can I call you Bon Bon?

[Landra Shepard]

It hadn't taken long to get plenty of old floor mats and scrap metal to keep the sun off of Landra's chosen shelter. Between that and the open tailgate and windows it was already almost livable inside, and once she had some bedding in there it would be downright cozy. Given time she could build up the fence around the junkyard to keep raiders and scavengers out as well as walkers, and she could get the truck itself fortified as a second line of defence.

Both of which she should get a start on sooner rather than later. She saw the gate open from the corner of her eye and a young woman dressed for the heat rather than survival step inside. Damn. Landra wiped her brow and loaded her crossbow, making her way quietly through the junkyard to approach the woman from the side. Just like tracking a deer, only the woman couldn't smell her like a whitetail.

"Looking for something specific?"

She stepped out from behind a jeep that seemed to have been stripped of all it's parts, crossbow firmly trained on the stranger a good distance away. Landra knew they were alone in the junkyard, but the stranger wasn't likely to have any idea whether they were surrounded. Hopefully it wouldn't get excessively hostile though, and she tried to keep her tone light if wary.

"Keep your weapons out of your hands and I might help you look."

OUTFIT

[CharLee]

Kahleesi

She hadn't gotten far in her search before she heard another woman's voice, making her jump slightly. 'At least it's not something that's going to eat me.' She thought with semi relief. But, then again, even humans are hostile now. She frowned and turned to face a slightly older black woman in a leather jacket. "Jesus, aren't you hot?" Was the first thing out of her mouth. And then she noticed that the woman had a crossbow trained on her. Despite this fact, Kissy didn't sense any immediate danger from the strangers tone. She had two weapons, which she had no intention of using on a human being. "I'm just looking for a car. I'm hoping to have one on hand in case I need to escape one day. But I'm really hoping I can have it for raids such as this." Her smile was cautious as she answered, but genuine. She didn't want the other woman to think she was crazy at all. But, she was a friendly person.

"I'm Kahleesi," she offered "Kissy for short." She wouldn't move until the woman was more comfortable with her presence. She observed the other woman from their distance. She had the longest, curliest hair Kahleesi had ever seen, and she loved it. She was dressed in way that made her think that she had seen some wear and tear before, and wanted to keep it from happening any more. It made her feel silly in her shorts and belly tee. It also made her feel like she was probably twenty degrees cooler in the sweltering heat. "Would you like some water?" She offered, reaching around slowly to her bag. She didn't want the woman to think she was reaching for a weapon. She pulled out a bottle she had raided and held it out, prepared to place it on the ground and roll it if she had to. "I've got plenty back at my base." She reassured. She herself wouldn't want a stranger offering her water if they didn't have hardly any themselves.


Word Count;; 343
Outfit;; Link
Tags;;Bonesie
Notes;; N/A

[Landra Shepard]

Hot? Yes, actually. Sweat was dripping off of her everything and trailing down her everything else to pool in all the most uncomfortable places it could find. But she also well protected against walkers, while if one happened to walk in the other woman was just begging to be a meal. One that stayed calm while staring down the wrong end of a weapon, if oddly friendly. Landra relaxed her aim a bit as the stranger explained her presence, though she kept her finger on the trigger and ready to fire at a moment's notice.

The stranger's name was... Kissy. Of course. Running around in walker infested territory in shorts and a belly top, she had to have a name that matched. Landra arched a brow and resisted the urge to shake her head. The world had ended with a zombie apocalypse, she really should not be even remotely surprised by anything anymore. Especially something as innocuous as a nickname that had to have a story behind it.

"Landra."

Her crossbow was pointed at the ground by this point, but when Kissy reached for her bag it snapped right back to her shoulder. She didn't shoot though - Kissy was moving slowly and offering water, so Landra figured there was a fifty/fifty chance she was telling the truth. A somewhat pessimistic estimate maybe, but people were dangerous nowadays. But lo and behold, she did pull out a bottle of what looked like water and held it out with an assurance that she had plenty.

"You first."

Paranoid maybe, but paranoia was a good survival tactic for the end of the world. It wasn't likely someone would poison their own water supply though, especially in the summer heat, so Landra relaxed her aim to let her crossbow point at the ground again. She approached cautiously but steadily and held a hand out for the water, then nodded deeper into the junkyard.

"Probably have better luck at the hardware store nearby, most of the cars here are totalled. If you really want to look here though I'll watch your back while you do."

OUTFIT

[CharLee]

Kahleesi 

Kissy usually got that response from people when she told them her pet name. She knew it was dumb, but it stuck. And she figured it was less of a mouthful. Her mother had always called her "Prissy" growing up, and when she became a prostitute, that was her street name. So, it followed her around for awhile. But, she ignored the woman's facial response, choosing to look down at her feet instead, feeling a bit embarrassed. But, the woman responded with her own name. "Landra." Kahleesi looked up, nodding with a small smile. "Nice to meet you." Of course, there weren't a whole lot of things nice around these parts. A new face can be included in that, even if it's holding a weapon in your general direction.

She was surprised by the woman's request to say the least. 'She wants me to drink the water I'm about to give her?' She was confused to say the least, but did as she was asked, twisting the cap off the plastic bottle and taking a small sip. "It's safe." She promised, then screwed the cap back on. She then placed tossed it towards the other woman, lightly, but hard enough to get in her reach. She smiled, and began walking around.

"Probably have better luck at the hardware store nearby, most of the cars here are totalled. If you really want to look here though I'll watch your back while you do."  Kissy nodded, thoughtful. "Do you know anything about jumping cars?" It was a dumb questions, she probably didn't want to sound an alarm in her safe haven either. "Because, that's my biggest problem. There are several at my place, just sitting around in perfect condition. But, they are missing the keys. The last thing I need is for its alarm to go off and send every walker near me my way." The thought worried her. But, she knew a car would be important in the long run. If she was going to make it for the long run, that is. 

She was tough, there was no doubt about that. But she wondered how long she could wait this thing out. Or if it would ever end.

Word Count;; 368
Outfit;; Link
Tags;; Bonesie
Notes;; N/A

[Landra Shepard]

Landra almost felt bad that Kissy seemed to be embarrassed by her nickname. Almost. But Landra had been a black woman working at a law firm in Small Town Tennessee and even if none of them had ever stuck she'd been called a lot worse. That didn't stop her from arching a brow at the younger woman though. Or raising the other one to go along with it when Kissy smiled up at her. Woman must have been seriously high class to maintain all the little niceties at the end of the world. Especially with someone pointing a weapon at her.

The water she offered was a welcome relief though. It was damned hot out  and Landra was fully clothed, so once Kissy had taken a sip to prove it's purity she accepted it gratefully and took a long drink from the bottle. Piss warm but delicious. She screwed the cap back on and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Thanks."

Well, now that Kissy had proven not to be an enemy for the moment it seemed safe enough to help her look for a car. Finding one in decent condition in the junkyard was a long shot though, as Landra was careful to point out. It seemed, however, that Kissy had an entirely different concern. It made sense that she wouldn't want to draw attention to where she was living but, unfortunately, Landra had very little knowledge of cars in general and none at all about stealing them. She did, however, have more than enough knowledge of walkers to offer an alternate idea. Shrugging, she swung her crossbow up to rest on her shoulder as they walked.

"Sorry. But you could use an alarm to your advantage if you do it right. Walkers will always follow the noise no matter what time it is, so if you set off a car alarm near where you're holed up it'll draw them out. A good reason to avoid setting one off. But, if you did set it off and then you drove away from where you live slow enough for them to follow but to fast to catch, you'll clear out most of the walkers in your area. Get far enough away and you can speed up, find somewhere to unplug the battery and reset the system." She shrugged again. "An easier way to go about it? Get the oldest car you can find. Older models usually don't have an alarm to start with."

OUTFIT

[CharLee]

Kahleesi

Miss Kissy nodded thoughtfully at Landra's remark about leading walkers away with the alarm. "I guess I hadn't thought about it." She admitted honestly. "I could do that, I suppose. It would work better than nothing. But, I live in such a populated area... I'd have to drive way out in order to get away from them all, have time to unplug what I needed to..." Her thoughts began to gush from her mouth, as they often did when she was trying to come up with an idea. Now, Kahleesi was by no means stupid. But, she did tend to ramble while she was thinking. And that was what made her seem like a blathering idiot, along with a nickname like Kissy.

She turned and looked at the other woman, one dark brown raised. Landra seemed to have relaxed quite a bit, she must have just been worried that her intruder would be more hostile. 'Hostile, I can do hostile. But not for no reason.' She mused a moment, staring off into space and biting her lower lip. She had never been much a fighter. But when the world went to shit, all of her warrior skills came flying through. She had been glad she was in shape at the very least.

Kahleesi snapped back from her thoughts. "How much older is an older model?" She asked Landra skeptically. She would be lucky if she could find a decent car at all. Finding an older car that still ran would be a challenge. Of course, in her mind, when she heard 'older' she thought of a sixties Chevy pickup. Which, in reality wouldn't be too bad. It might have a bit of a problem getting speed, but she was sure even a car on it's last leg could outrun walkers. 

Word Count;; 300
Outfit;; Link
Notes;; Sorry for the delay!
Tags;; Bonesie

[Landra Shepard]

Kissy's rambling had Landra glancing over her shoulder to check if the sound had attracted any attention, but otherwise she paid it no mind. At least everything she was saying was coherent enough to prevent paying attention from giving her a headache. So pay attention is exactly what she did, posture as relaxed as it ever got and her crossbow on her shoulder rather than in both hands and ready to fire. Kissy didn't seem to be much of a threat, and even if they didn't make a habit of working together it was always good to have allies.

"Seventies, eighties, even through most of the nineties most most cars didn't have alarms. Cars that look expensive are more likely to have an active alarm, too, and if there's visible rust it usually means the owner didn't care enough about the car to bother with an alarm in the first place."

She'd learned about fast cars the hard way, having drawn a small horde in the middle of a highway with nowhere to run once. That... had not been a good day. Sometimes she was glad she was on her own now. As for cars with rust? She'd learned that much while she was shuffling papers at a law firm. The things that turned out to be useful. Landra had to resist the urge to shake her head.

"So, Kissy huh? Story there?"

[CharLee]

Kahlessi

Kahleesi had never been much of a car fiend, that had always been most of the men she dated. In fact, she probably knew more about motorcycles from her dad. 'Why had that thought never crossed my mind?' She wondered. A motorcycle could get her where she needed to go, she could just carry less stuff. And it would probably be a hell of a lot easier to find a motorcycle. She mused a bit as she listened to Landra explain. "Seventies, eighties, even through most of the nineties most most cars didn't have alarms. Cars that look expensive are more likely to have an active alarm, too, and if there's visible rust it usually means the owner didn't care enough about the car to bother with an alarm in the first place." She nodded. "A car is probably the better option," she admitted "but any chance you've seen a motorcycle in here? Or at least spare parts? I've seen a couple that had been abandoned outside of here.... I have no idea what kind of condition they're in." She guessed a motorcycle would be easier for her, so that if there wasn't a car, she could at least have one of those on standby.

When the other woman asked about her pet name, she looked down at the ground, blushing a bit. "Um, yeah. There is quite the story. Not sure if you're actually interested..." It wouldn't be the first time she had told anyone that she had once been a prostitute. She sometimes wondered if she could still even use her feminine charms to get things now. Since no one uses money. But people often have a surplus of supplies... Or so she would like to think. No one really has supplies that they can spare. It's a dog eat dog world. She sighed, wrapping her arms around herself and explained anyway. "Before the world went to shit, I was a prostitute. I slept with men, and women, for money. I'm not proud of it," she pointed out "but, it is what it is. Anyway, a client started calling me Kissy and it just kind of stuck. It's kind of cute... I guess." She shook her head, not looking Landra in the eye. It wasn't a secret. But it always gave her a chill to tell the story.

Word Count;; 391
Outfit;;Link
Tags;; Bonesie
Notes;; Sorry about my delay <3

[Landra Shepard]

"Plenty. This way."

The nice thing about junkyards was that, despite seeming like a very large chaotic mess, they were typically quite well organized. Landra had spent enough time exploring the place in her search for a suitable place to bunker down that she knew at least the general direction of anything she might need by way of scrap and she moved confidently through the piles of broken down old vehicles. It was just too bad it was such a big damned place with so little shade. Taking another swig of the water Kissy had given her, Landra wiped the sweat with her forehead with the back of her hand. At least the bright sun and extreme heat meant the local zombie population was mostly dormant.

"Bike's probably a better idea if you plan to do much traveling anyway. Lot of tight spots on the highway and more in town a car can't squeeze through."

Her question about Kissy's name was met by an embarrassed blush and she shrugged at the younger woman's muttered response. If she wasn't interested she wouldn't have asked, but it was only idle curiosity and she wouldn't force the issue should Kissy prefer to keep it to herself. It was just a nickname after all. Not as though it was likely to be life-changing information. And again, the revelation that Kissy was a former hooker earned little more than another noncommittal shrug. So long as she didn't get in Landra's way it didn't really matter what she used to be. The world was populated only by the living and the dead now, and history wasn't worth a damn. Kissy did seem uncomfortable now though, and that was a distraction at best. And, though Landra would never admit it, she didn't like to see people torn down.

"No point being shy about it. Like you said, it is what it is. Keep the walkers off my ass while you're here and we're good."

Another turn had them facing several heaps of rusted-out old motorcycles and Landra waved towards them.

"Not much here but you can have your pick. I don't need them." She readied her crossbow and leaned against an overturned car. "I'll keep watch. Never know when a walker will decide to surprise you."

OUTFIT

[CharLee]

Kahleesi

Kissy instantly became fond of Landra when she didn't even blink at her response about her nickname. She hadn't really told many people about it. Some people in her clan, sure. But she never told her family, any of her friends when they were alive. They just kind of went with it like she did. She followed the junk yard inhibitor as she directed her towards some bikes that were suitable for the taking. "I don't need them." The other woman said. Kahleesi was grateful to have someone watch her back while she worked on trying to make a bike start. At the very least, she could fit one of her clan members on the back of the motorcycle and bring them down here to see if they can get a car up and running.  Kahleesi sighed as she examined the bikes. Most of them were Harley's, falling apart, rusted and not of much use. Several of them had holes in the body. The worst she could do was attempt to start one up while Landra watched her back. The younger woman glanced over her shoulder to see her new acquaintance leaned against a flipped car with a readied crossbow. "I'll try and hurry." Kissy promised, and then got to work. 

Like cars, she didn't know a whole heck of a lot about bikes. She did know that she would need one that would fit her height at the very least, which knocked quite a few of the suitable ones off of her list. 'Maybe I should have brought one of the guys with me. It might have saved me a lot of trouble.' She thought back to a rant she had one time when they were trying to aid her. She wanted to be independent because she was a tough woman. Just because she was small, feminine and pretty didn't mean she couldn't handle herself. Of course, now, people were reluctant to help her at all. She sighed and her eye stopped one of the many motorcycles. It was rusted in a few places, and scratched up here and there. The handle bars were a bit bent too. 'It looks like it's in better condition than most of these though.' She gave another resigned sigh and walked over, mounting it. She looked at the controls, placed her hands on the bars, and tried to start it. 

With amazing luck, the engine sputtered to life. A couple of things she needed to figure out were if the breaks worked. She shut the engine off, and headed towards Landra. "Would you mind covering me for a bit longer? I just need to see if I can control this thing and if the breaks even work. There has to be a reason it's in a place like this. Hopefully, it's just body damage." She smiled and looked towards the gate. It had been blocked off when they got here. How long would it stay that way?

Word Count;; 496
Outfit;;Link
Tags;; Bonesie
Notes;; I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT