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[ladybirdcrap]

The majority of your group is still near the mouth of the cave or thereabouts where the shit went down. You've decided to stay there for the night to let your injured recover, but in the meantime a party is forming to search for the missing. They're meeting on the edge of the group while the others set up camp, search and bury the dead (don't wanna attract bears do you. that's how you get bears), and participate in group therapy.

So far the search party consists of Michonne, Nick, and Dean (Sam is there too crazy phone). If you're going with, take whatever you think you'll need and meet them. Otherwise, help with the camply duties.

[Mission: Go with the search party to find the missing or stay behind and take care of the injured

BTDUBS this post is only set like a couple minutes after the last one so it's not hours of time missed]

Comments

[sawedoff]

[tracking them through the snow i guess]

[they probably covered their tracks but they can still go off of things like broken branches and whatnot]

[dices]

[ just following along, mostly attentive to their surroundings so they aren't ambushed by bears or some shit ]

[idontknowthepassword]

[there's a trail of blood in the snow]

[mercyless]

[ we got them ]

[ unless we're following a bear. ]

[sawedoff]

[gun out, cocking it and at the ready etc. nods to them to do the same]

Don't get caught with your dicks out.

[steps over blood trail and follows it]

[mercyless]

I never do.

[ pulls out katana and follows, "sam" behind nick and scott. ]

[dices]

[ that's cus you don't have a dick

flexes his fingers to ready. he's. he's gonna try to go for a forcefield thing but he sucks at that so. might now work. butthethoughtcounts ]

[idontknowthepassword]

[there's a pathetic groaning noise coming from somewhere far ahead]

[it sounds like a wounded animal]

[mercyless]

[ pathetic huh? ]

[ could be mitchell. ]

[ex_housekeep197]

[as you edge around the clearing you come upon a bloodied and dirty cardboard belle holding a wounded rumpel on the ground]

[she looks up when she hears them approach]

[mercyless]

...


Belle?!

[dices]

Hey-- Isn't that--?

[sawedoff]

[oh. that's a facefull of guilt he didn't need]

[stops in his tracks and slowly lowers gun]

[mercyless]

... I thought you were dead.

[ lowers the sword and steps forward. ]

[ex_housekeep197]

Michonne?

[she sounds like hell. her voice is scratchy and wracked with sobs and her hair is a mess, her clothes are torn up. she looks like she's been mountain manning it ever since they lost her.]

You have to help, please help. He's hurt.

[mercyless]

[ looks at the shitty rumpel on the ground. ]

You know him?

Belle, he tried to kill us.

[ don't tell me this is andrea all over again. ]

[ditched]

Belle--

[ his voice is weak and it sounds like someone really battered him. there's blood in his hair. it's all his. ]

Belle, no. They won't help us.

[sawedoff]

[piecing together what must have happened]

Where'd she go?

[dices]

Did you brainwash her or some shit? Jesus, listen, get away from him! Come on!

[ woop steps forward to go grab belle from sleazy mcsleaze ]

[ex_housekeep197]

You know her? The girl who did this?

[angrily pulls arm away from him and holds the side of rumpel's face in a soothing gesture to shush him]

--Don't touch me! He needs help! Can't you see he's dying?

[mercyless]

[ does she mean faith? maybe they had a fight over the map. ]

[ looks at dean. what do we do? ]

[dices]

[ just makes the most confused face at her and looks back to michonne like what is this shit is this girl ok she's holding the creepy cripple. is he her creepy uncle or something? is she usually this insane?? ]

[ditched]

[ breathes. ]

See? They don't care.

[ looks at dean. ]

Just... go. Let me die in peace.

[sawedoff]

[holds look for a brief moment. he's debating. they can't trust him, but belle obviously knows something, and he doubts she's going to be in a chatty mood if they leave her creepy uncle here to rot]

[sighs after the pause and holsters gun, pulling his cell out of jacket]

If we do this, get him back on his feet, can you tell us which way she went?

[sawedoff]

[shut up old man]