They’d been in Albany, New York when the cavalry had arrived, or at least that had been their group’s first impression upon seeing the duo of tanks approaching their hideout. Whether it was the Army or some private group of survivors, it didn’t really matter much.
Tallahassee had been apprehensive of the newcomers, Columbus and the girls a little less so about running into civilization again for the first time since Bill Murray.
The captain – Lansing, he called himself – claimed that there was a refugee camp not far away. Attica Correctional Facility had been cleaned out – of both inmates and zombie, and in some cases, zombie inmates – and was now being used as a stronghold. Even Tallahassee had to agree that it was a damn good place to establish a camp.
So, they went.
It turned out to be a lot more like prison than they’d expected. They were searched, upon entering. Checked for bites so that a zombie infestation didn’t start behind the high cement walls. Their supplies – what they didn’t leave hidden outside, was confiscated and added to the group supply. The girls were sent to one side of the building and the boys off to another. Their room was a cell. They had guard shifts and cafeteria shifts and training sessions. It was all very regimented and organized.
They all supposed it had to be that way, for sanity’s sake.
But Tallahassee didn’t like it.
They split him and Columbus up, assigned to different cell blocks based on age (though Little Rock and Wichita were allowed to stay together since they were sisters). While Tallahassee had come into the zombie apocalypse with the intention of not trusting anyone, he trusted Ohio and damn it all if that bastard Lansing thought he was changing that. If the girls wanted to stay behind, they could, but he couldn’t take any more of this. So, he bailed on his watch session and headed over to where Columbus was working in the cafeteria.
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timeasmymeasure
I went with Tallahassee/Columbus, but rather in a sort of pre-slash way :3
Date: 2010-01-17 08:29 pm (UTC)Tallahassee had been apprehensive of the newcomers, Columbus and the girls a little less so about running into civilization again for the first time since Bill Murray.
The captain – Lansing, he called himself – claimed that there was a refugee camp not far away. Attica Correctional Facility had been cleaned out – of both inmates and zombie, and in some cases, zombie inmates – and was now being used as a stronghold. Even Tallahassee had to agree that it was a damn good place to establish a camp.
So, they went.
It turned out to be a lot more like prison than they’d expected. They were searched, upon entering. Checked for bites so that a zombie infestation didn’t start behind the high cement walls. Their supplies – what they didn’t leave hidden outside, was confiscated and added to the group supply. The girls were sent to one side of the building and the boys off to another. Their room was a cell. They had guard shifts and cafeteria shifts and training sessions. It was all very regimented and organized.
They all supposed it had to be that way, for sanity’s sake.
But Tallahassee didn’t like it.
They split him and Columbus up, assigned to different cell blocks based on age (though Little Rock and Wichita were allowed to stay together since they were sisters). While Tallahassee had come into the zombie apocalypse with the intention of not trusting anyone, he trusted Ohio and damn it all if that bastard Lansing thought he was changing that. If the girls wanted to stay behind, they could, but he couldn’t take any more of this. So, he bailed on his watch session and headed over to where Columbus was working in the cafeteria.
“C’mon, spitfuck, we’re getting out of here.”