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Post by Macy Connors on May 7, 2017 21:02:14 GMT
Macy's head perked up as soon as Dexter had mentioned the creepy dolls. That was her cue to leave immediately. Macy wasted no time as she started to speed walk towards the tree she was trying to sleep in earlier in the night. Leaving Dex and the wolf in her dust.
When Macy reached the gates she realized that she had to climb it. She had no energy for that. So she went over the wall attached to the gate of this terrifying amusement park.
Macy slumped down on the wall, and stretched her legs out in front of her. She looked down the dirt and started to fiddle with the dead grass. She didn't know what to do, she didn't have the energy to climb up the gate, and sitting here could very well just get her killed. 'Probably by another one of those freak wolves.' She thought.
That is when Macy started to get mad. That thing took her knife on her. Sure it wasn't the best throwing knife she ever had, but it was hers. And it was gone. 'How the hell did that thing not die when I hit it in the eye.' Macy was fuming and started to kick her heels into the dirt, creating a small hole.
All she could do, is wait for someone to come and help her. Preferably Dex.
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Post by Dexter Adams on May 7, 2017 23:12:45 GMT
The threat of leaving Macy with the dolls had given the incentive to descend from her perch, however, it had accomplished too good a job. Instead of waiting a few moments for him, Macy began walking away immediately, leaving Dexter by the tree with the ominous wolf corpse. Clearly his childhood friend had become fearful of the inanimate object that the introvert was completely indifferent to. For a few moments, Dexter watched her walk towards the gate and figured that he too should take his leave shortly. It was possible that wolves had remained pack animals despite the vicious effects of Maras, which made lingering an unpleasant thought. The redhead glanced at the dead wolf, his night adept eyes catching the hilt of Macy's throwing knife; she had forgotten to retrieve it.
Weapons were always useful during the post-apocalypse, thus Dexter flinched and bent down to grab the blood soaked knife. The amount of blood was sickening and caused the introvert to gag, but unfortunately it was something survivors would have to grow use to. Dexter held the metal object so that the blade's point faced the ground which made rivulets of blood drip off of knife and onto the soil. Afterwards, he looked back down the path Macy took and began heading down in an attempt to catch up with her. The task was not remotely difficult since it seemed that she was trapped within the confines of the amusement park. She was slumped against the wall, making it clear that she would prefer not to risk trying to scale the gate. His eyes looked over at the lock, it appeared to be a padlock, which meant he was capable of picking it open.
"Let me guess, you can't get up?" Dexter started. He gentle threw the knife so it landed in the dirt beside her. "There's your knife by the way. Now sit there and be quiet a sec and I'll pick the lock."
In a fluent movement, Dexter removed his bag and opened a small compartment where his tools were located; specifically two paperclips, one L-shaped and the other straight. They were a make-shift tension wrench and pick, but they worked for their intended purpose. In swift movements, Dexter pushed the tension wrench into the bottom then pushed the pick into the top and went through the remaining steps. The introvert had done this enough times to be capable of accomplishing the task with the utmost efficiency. The lock soon snapped open and Dexter removed it, causing the chain to drop with a clatter. He dropped the lock into the dirt before returning to his back to return his tools back to their proper compartment. Once all the pockets were zipped up, Dexter put his arm through one of the straps and gently pushed the gate open. The gate gave a high-pitched squeal of protest, a threat to fall off the hinges.
"C'mon, Macy, the gates open now. We better get movin', there could be more wolves or other mutated animals," Dexter began serious. Then decided to add a tease, or his incentive to make certain she would move. "Or maybe the dolls will come to life and attack you."
After the tease, Dexter walked through the gate and began heading down the path. He shaded his eyes as he took a brief glance at the moon. It had passed its peek, which meant that he would have to return to base shortly or suffer the consequences of light. Once his analysis of the moon's position was completed, Dexter averted his gaze from the round, dim light ball. After a while it could begin to bother his eyes after all.
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