☤ Violet Fairbanks ☤
Location: Uncle Jack's Bar | Milwaukee, WI
Violet leaned back and watched their reactions with interest. First, Sparrow smiled from ear to ear and she guessed that was a good indication that the girl agreed, though she hadn't said anything, it was a pretty obvious sign.
"I dont mind forming a group.... better than them outside... I hope." The man Sparrow had run up to hug said, and Violet sighed a small sigh of relief. She'd been half-afraid, half-hoping everyone would shoot her down. She wanted to form a group, but then again she didn't. It made sense, and seemed like the logical move, but Violet had never been one to follow logic. She'd cared more about her feelings than her thoughts, and, while that often got her in trouble, it kept her happy. For the most part.
"Alright settle down now, we don't need any fire fights. I've already been in five the past few days," Wesley said, breaking into her thoughts. He was at the bar again, and it was obvious he was drunk, but was trying to act sober for the rest of them.
"Alright, we got an idea of sticking together and forming a group. I have no problems with this. The problems I do have with the situation are quite a lot in numbers and want to eat our flesh." He said, coming back over to stand by them.
"That and the obvious distrust between us. We would all be worried that we will get killed in our sleep while somebody is on watch. Oh and the power struggle for the group leader. That always makes things interesting. The one thing that the people who want to be group leader won't have to worry about me. I'm done leading people, it almost got me killed a few times."Violet nodded at this, looking around the group. Besides Sparrow and Heather, everyone seemed to be on edge. Especially herself. She sighed and slipped her gun away, about to speak up when the dark-haired girl did it for her.
"I agree with..Violet..and the drunk teddy guy." Violet, hearing her name, turned her blue eyes on the girl.
"We would have better chances at... living if we were together, if we could watch each others backs, because face it, if you try taking on a pack of those.. things by yourself, you most likely wont make it. But we have to trust each other more." Blair pointed towards the drunk man before going on.
"We can't be worrying if, when we turn our back for a second to get some rest, we'll wake up with a gun pointed at our heads." Violet crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the floor guiltily. No doubt, most of them were probably thinking about her. She'd threatened pretty much all of them here, and the ones she hadn't pointed her gun at, Heather had. There was no question that the two sisters were probably the most suspicious ones here. Maybe, Wesley. For the most part, the rest of them didn't really seem to have what it takes to shoot a living human. Sparrow just seemed happy to have human contact, Blair seemed too grief-stricken about something, probably losing family members, and the fact that the new guy had carried some woman with a broken leg all the way here pretty much proved that he was more of a protecter than a killer. The girl with the dog was too quiet for Vi to get a read on.
"All I'm saying is..we need to get to know each other more.. know our back ground storys, how we ended up living, that kind of stuff." That made her head snap up. Share their personal histories? Was she kidding? Violet looked at Heather for a second before sighing and rolling her eyes. Maybe this whole group thing hadn't been the best idea afterall.
The last person to speak was the girl with the dog.
"If I may but in, standing here isn't going to get us far if we want to live..." Again, she was right. They all were.
Violet walked over to the bar, hopped up on the counter, and turned to face them, legs swinging over the edge. "Alright." She said with a sigh. "You're all right. A group is..." She looked for the right words, not wanting to say good idea, because really, to her, it wasn't. "The logical solution." She said, looking to Heather for a bit of help, she'd never been good with words that weren't offensive, but the young girl was too busy playing with the dog to notice. Vi rolled her eyes and groaned. "But we don't seem to be able to trust each other very well." She raised her hands. "Yeah, I know I'm probably the main offense." Running her fingers through her hair, she looked at them, then at Blair. "I really don't like the idea of sharing
everything, though I think it's a good idea to start with names." She gestured to herself. "I'm Violet Fairbanks." She pointed to her sister. "That's Heather, my little sister." She pointed to the drunk man, "This is Wesley." Realizing that she knew no one else's names, she looked at Heather, who was still pplaying with the dog. "Bee." She hissed at her sister, somewhat annoyed. "Think maybe you can pay attention for once?"
Her sister looked up and rolled her eyes.
"Oh please Vi, like I'm the one with the attention problems." Still, she sat up and looked at everyone.
"I'm Heather, but as I explained to these two girls earlier, don't call me that unless you have a death wish. Bee, Nikki, or Nicole." She gestured to Sparrow and Blair.
"That's Sparrow, and that's Blair." She then looked at the girl with the dog. She was the only one left who hadn't shared their names.
Violet, satisfied, hopped off the bar on the other side and grabbed her black duffel, tossing it up on the counter before hopping up next to it again. "I really don't think we need a leader..." She mused, thinking about what Wesley had said. "But what we do need is a general location and a plan on how to get there. As much as I'll miss this place, I really don't think we can just wait out the infection in this bar."
At that moment, the corpse that Penfold had brought in started moaning and Violet wasted no time in whipping out a knife and throwing it. It lodged itself firmly in the woman's skull, shutting it up. Everyone looked at her and she just shrugged and hopped off the counter to retrieve her knife.
Back at the bar, she used a towel to wipe it clean and looked at the others. "Oh! That reminds me..." She gestured to herself and her sister. "I'm Immune, so there's no risk in getting me sick, or me giving the virus to you, but..." She gave her knife a flick towards Heather before slipping it into her duffle. "Bee over there is a Carrier. The virus may not be airborne anymore, thank God, but she can still get you infected if you have any open wounds." She looked down at the glass in front of her, still half full of her abandoned drink, and ran her finger around the rim. "We learned that the hard way. Our Uncle owned this bar, hence the name. He had a splinter and Bee got it out for him. Not too long afterwards, the place the splinter had been in started swelling, then he got sick, then he died. We waited until the third day to kill him. Tonight." She gestured to a knife wound on her arm that she'd gotten in a scrape with another survivor. It was bandaged now, but at the time, it hadn't been. "Anyway, I've had this for quite some time, and Bee's been around me so we figured I was immune." She looked at the others. "Just thought you guys should know. Cover your wounds if you intend to stick with us. Oh, and also." She gestured to the now dead woman. "If you do get infected, I'm not afraid to kill you." Figuring she'd done enough talking, she lifted the glass to her lips.
☣ Heather Fairbanks ☣
Location: Uncle Jack's Bar | Milwaukee, WI
Heather listened to everyone absently while she played with the new girl's dog. She spoke up when asked of her, but nothing more. She was tired of talking and... Tired just in general. Officially, she hadn't had more than two hours of straight sleep in three days. She'd been up all night with her Uncle, taking care of him, trying to make him comfortable in his misery. Then, earlier that night, before everyone had showed up, he'd attacked her and Violet had ended it. Absently, she looked at the clock, pulling away from the dog. 2:30 in the morning.
Heather rubbed her eyes sleepily and yawned, listening to Violet retell their story with Uncle Jack.
"If you do get infected, I'm not afraid to kill you." The words repeated several times in her mind, having an eerie effect.
Even me? Heather's tired mind wondered. She knew she was immune, but if she did happen to get a new mutation of the virus, would Violet be able to shoot even her?
Breaking her morbid thought, Heather stood and looked about lazily. "We need a plan now." She said with a yawn. The gun in her hand felt like it weighed a hundred pounds and her shoulders drooped slightly. She looked at each member of the group. It was good to be around people again. People she could trust. Violet might not trust them, but Heather did. She didn't care what Vi thought, if these people had wanted to kill her, they would have done it already. She just hoped they liked her as much as she liked them. She just hoped they wouldn't baby her too much. She liked feeling cared about, the best excuse for a parent she'd ever had was Violet, and she wasn't exactly the warmest person, but she really hated being treated like she was five or six.