《 Carla & Rookie 》<br/>Location: South of Abendblume<br/>Present: Sou<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>Click. Click. "C'mon, boy. Get back here..." Carla followed Rookie as he sniffed along the deer trail that they were following. They were just south of Abendblume and Carla was internally cursing that she hadn't been able to leave earlier. She'd planned to, but things kept popping up. After the announcement, she had been visited by a number of people who were anxious about her and some of the other planners leaving the resort and she found herself, much to her chagrin, having to spend time going over the planting plans and processes with Brittany Irvine. She had little faith that the ex-kindergarten teacher would be able to pull it off, but she dumped the information on the ditzy brunette.<br/><br/>The woman kept going on in some kind of anxiety rushed prattle about involving the kids, blah, blah, blah. Gold star for her. Carla was sure they'd be really regretting their decision by the end of the summer when nothing grew and they were pressed to try and make deals with other communities for resources they were already burdening other communities with. That's why she had come to winter at Abendblume; to help the cloistered babies get on their feet. It wasn't really Brittany's fault or any of the common people there. The mistake had been wholly on Hale's shoulders. Always thinking with his corporate head.<br/><br/>"Asshole's going to be sorry. Probably going to cut more out when the other farms start denying him their harvest..." she rambled to herself, cussing out a man who was nowhere near to hear it.<br/><br/>"Rookie, dammit, I said get back here..." she called out to the dog but it seemed he'd picked up on something he wasn't willing to let go of. She huffed and followed. They didn't have time to be meandering around after rabbits or squirrels. The dog came to a stop up ahead, looked around uncertainly, then trotted a few steps to look at Carla.<br/><br/>"What is it, boy, what's got your..." she stopped when she reached him, scratched his ears, and peered ahead. Their only light was moonlight and it took her a moment to make out the slumped form on the ground.<br/><br/>"What the...." Was it a necro? No, Rookie would have sounded the alarm. She pulled her rifle from her back and took a couple paces.<br/><br/>"You. You there...Who are you? What are you doing out here?" she heard no answer but the form moved, rolling slowly to one side like a sleeping bum on a grate.<br/><br/>"I said who are you!" she called more firmly. Rookie whined. "Fine. Fine, we'll go check it out."<br/><br/>Carla approached to form and quickly surmised it was a woman, her long black hair splaying out in a tangle around her. Carla poked her with the end of her rifle but got only a meager groan. Beside the woman was a pack, but Carla couldn't see any weapons.<br/><br/>"Rookie, pack." The dog retrieved the backpack and brought it over. Carla knelt down, eyes warily on the stranger, and began rummaging cautiously through her belongings. Some traveling food, a change of clothes, and some medical supplies. She pulled out a towel and held it up to the moonlight to see the subtle embroidery of the resort's name on it.<br/><br/>"Ah, shit...This is one of Hale's refugees..." she looked at the dog who blinked back at her. "I don't know why she's out here alone or what happened...let's turn her over, make sure she ain't bit."<br/><br/>Carla turned the woman over. She didn't know her name, but she recognized her from the resort. No one she knew personally, but there weren't a lot of Asian folks there, so remembering the ones she had seen was easy enough, and she was pretty sure she'd seen this one with one of Hale's guards sometimes at meals. She kept looking for bites or scratches or anything else that would indicate she'd been necro attacked, but all she found was a fresh tattoo that started on her face and disappeared under a torn-up shirt.<br/><br/>"Jesus H. Christ..." The material was soaked through and crusted to the wound with blood, plasma, and ink. Carla had no insight into how or why one of Hale's former residents was away from the pack and tattooed up like that, but she didn't need those answers to know that the woman couldn't stay out there alone. She was damn lucky she hadn't been chewed on yet.<br/><br/>"C'mon, girl, you gotta get up. Ya ain't stayin' here and I ain't carryin' ya neither. Up. C'mon."<br/><br/>Carla shook and badgered the woman until she came to enough to stand, but the woman was far from being responsive and Carla just began moving them along with a supporting arm to help the woman.<br/><br/>"There's a deer blind not far from here. We'll stick it out there until morning. Hopefully, you'll be awake enough then to walk on your own. From there I can take you to my place. But you can't stay there. You'll have to find somethin' else for yourself." The woman didn't answer and Carla doubted she really even understood, but she wasn't fighting back either. They'd hunker down in the blind and get moving again at first light.