| Grimes & Gas; Two Parts to Go Into the Episode | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 8 2012, 10:06 PM (94 Views) | |
| Rick Grimes | Jun 8 2012, 10:06 PM Post #1 |
|
Administrator
|
Part 1 The sky, blue as a blueberry with the sun, bright as a light, in the center of it. With it just being past noon, the men and women at the site work efficiently for survival. Rick Grimes is seen in his tent, grabbing his six inch Colt Python and butcher knife. He loads the gun and puts it in its holster. Immediately following such, he wipes off his knife with a white cloth before sheathing it. "Frustration" is written across his face. Grimes goes the entrance of his tent, but is stopped, after Lori and himself make eye contact. After about thirty seconds, he exits the tent. Rick makes his way past the rocky ground and goes to what could be considered "the stage". He puts his hands on his hips, hesitant to speak. He does, however, eventually start to speak. RICK GRIMES::THE LEADER I..I'm going to go get some gas so we can get to movin'. I could use a little help. A little backup. Anyone want to tag along? T-Dog? The looks at T-Dog, who seems to be surprised at his name being called out. He signals a simple "no" and turns around to continue his task. RICK GRIMES::THE LEADER How about you, Glenn? He looks to Glenn, who's only about five feet away from Grimes. Glenn, awkwardly, shakes his head. RICK GRIMES::THE LEADER Anybody?! Hershel? Hershel walks up to Rick, puts his hand on his shoulder and whispers to him. Hershel Greene: After what you did, son, I..I.. Out of words, Hershel pats Rick's shoulders and walks past him. Rick looks down at the ground, angry. He combs both of his palms through his hair. RICK GRIMES::THE LEADER I said it last night and I'm gonna say it again: I killed my best friend for you people! He was not safe! Now someone, come with me! Everyone at the camp stares at Rick. A mixture of anger, fear, disappointment and sorrow fills the air. Rick stares at everyone just as much. RICK GRIMES::THE LEADER Is anyone going come and help-- Lori Grimes: Why didn't you ask me? RICK GRIMES::THE LEADER What are you talking about, Lori? Lori Grimes: Why didn't you ask me to be your backup? RICK GRIMES::THE LEADER Because you're pregnant, Lori! Pregnant with my child... Lori Grimes: Then you got no one. Lori looks away along with the rest of the group. Rick looks to his right and from a distance, he can see his kid, Carl Grimes, staring at him. Staring at him in every emotion but joy. Rick tries to wave, but as soon as that happens, Carl runs off, not wanting to be bothered with the man. Ricks looks at the ground. He stares at the ground. Guilt eats him alive. He looks at the group with his hands on his hips before walking off. Edited by Rick Grimes, Jun 16 2012, 03:57 PM.
|
![]() |
|
| Rick Grimes | Jun 14 2012, 04:29 PM Post #2 |
|
Administrator
|
Part 2 A hazy view of Rick Grimes, walking down a street with his camp's vehicles about fifty feet away, barely able to be seen. The sun's bright, as it's only past noon. Despite winter coming around the corner in just another month, the sun still beams on the face of Rick's, making sweat drip down his cheek before splashing on the ground. He drops the dufflebag, once draped on his shoulder, gently on the ground along with his fuel tank. By now, all haziness has evacuated the camera's view. Rick, looks back and squints in the direction of the camp site he leads. He shakes his head before picking the bag and tank back up and putting it in it's original position. He re-begins his walk to find fuel and supplies. Not long after, he sees a walker, about thirty feet to his left, munching away on some type of animal. RICK GRIMES::THE LEADER Better him than me.. Rick doesn't spend much time looking at the walker, knowing they usually come in groups. This in mind, he gently puts his hand on his sheathed butcher knife's grip, just in case of an attack. Eventually, Rick finds a small gas station. Quickly, he puts his tank in one of the stations, but it only works to little avail. Frustrated, he punches his knee, before going towards the station's convenience store. He slowly glances in and sees nothing to be worry about. He grabs the knob and grins at the fact that the door is indeed unlocked. Slowly and carefully, he enters the gas station. Even without a sign, Rick unsheathes his butcher knife and holds is tightly in his right hand. Behind the clerk counter, he finds four unused water bottles and quickly stuffs them into the dufflebag. In front of it, a bag of Skittles is there, untouched. This is the least I could get for Carl, he thinks to himself as he grabs the bag. Grimes makes his way towards the drug section and picks up ibuprofen, acetaminophen and other useful drugs of that kind. He walks to his right and sees a door. Slowly, while raising his knife, he opens it. It's a manager's office, or so it seems. He goes over to the small, torn apart desk. While looking at the small car logos laid about on the desk, his left arm is grabbed. The hand is grey and barely existent. Another hand, more put together, joins the other. The body uses Rick's arm to pull itself up; it's a walker. The eyes of Rick Grimes' widen as the overweight walker, wearing a beat-down, cheap suit put his right hand on Rick's left shoulder. Quickly, Rick pulls his butcher knife up and swings. Unfortunately, he only hits the walker's left bicep, but it does force the walker to let go of Rick's left arm. With this luck, Rick shoves the walker's arm off his shoulder, grabs the walker's shirt and pull him in to be stabbed dead center in the forehead. Despite the walker's blood be smeared on Rick's face and clothing, he is pleased. He breaths quickly before getting out of the office and gas station. Quickly, he starts to walk away from the area. Edited by Rick Grimes, Jun 14 2012, 04:30 PM.
|
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
|
|
| « Previous Topic · Old Posts · Next Topic » |
| Theme: Zeta Original | Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
8:28 PM Jul 10
|







8:28 PM Jul 10