Thread: the new beginning // randomname & sixlikesgoree

Just like Maggie, Jake knew there was much to tell her as well. It appeared that the strangers on the farm were also curious. It seemed like they had never spoken to a soldier before. Clearly, he had more information about this outbreak than they did. Before they were vultures and asking him questions, everyone cleared a path. They respected the reunion that they witnessed before them. While Hershel watched this happen, he could immediately see the smile on Maggies face. It had been a long time since he had seen that on her lips. Well, she smiled every single day but it was forced and Hershel, Beth, and everyone else had seen right through it. The old man prayed daily for Jakes safe return because he knew that the soldier would be here if he could. Hershel understood the love his daughter and his future son-in-law shared. When everything was looking bleak, it appeared that he had witnessed a real miracle right before his own eyes. It gave him hope. It gave Beth hope. Even the strangers in Rick Grimes group were happy because it was rare to see something like this now. Yes, someone shot me. It happened last week. I have much I should catch you up on as well but we have plenty of time for that. I could use dinner. Im starving. In the past four months, Jake had eaten nothing but crackers and canned food. Even then, he was forced to eat conservatively. His body was tired and he was starving. Even though he had not eaten well in a long time, it felt like he could eat a horse now. It did not matter about solid foods possibly having an ill-effect on him, Jake did not care. There was nothing better than home cooking from the Greene Family Farm. It was almost as if he could smell the food now as soon as Maggie told him dinner was ready. In agreeance, he walked with Hershel up the driveway while Maggie drove his truck. Honestly, she was the only person other than himself that ever touched his beloved pickup. Even then, sometimes Maggie had to sweeten the deal to drive his pickup. I wont beat around the bush. Otis. Shawn. Annette. They are sick. Were taking care of Shawn and Annette until we find a cure. Otis was somewhere in the city when it happened and there was no finding him. These people here are from a group that are staying at the farm temporarily. Otis accidentally shot a young boy from this group. They are leaving soon. Not all of them are bad people but I want them gone. Hershel felt better now. If he needed to force Rick and his group off the land, Jake could help. Jake, however, was more confused at what he said about Shawn and Annette. What do you mean that youre taking care of them until you find a cure? Jake questioned quietly. They are sick. We We keep them in the barn and feed them chickens. There are some neighbors, too. We wont let anything happen to them. Dont worry. This was not good. Hershel was keeping infected inside the barn with Maggie around?! It made Jakes blood boil but now was not a time for an argument with Hershel. The old man thought with prayer and patience, a cure was found. That was not true, though. He was not in the city when things went to hell. Hershel was not on the run every single day for the past two months from the infected and the living. There was no curing the infected. They were dangerous and Jake had to protect his own. As much as he loved Hershel, if he was putting Maggie at risk, then that was not something he could accept. The topic changed when they reached the house and Hershel tended to his wound. Thankfully, the bullet went through and through. It was only a flesh wound and the worst part was keeping it clean. Jake did a decent job with it on his own but now Hershel spent a few minutes cleaning up what he could and applying a new roll. At this point, he was shirtless and his muscular torso and chest were revealed. There were so many bruises, marks, and scratches over his dirt covered body. After dinner, the first thing he would do was shower. Perhaps he could convince Maggie to sneak into the shower with him. While changing, Jake had to bring up something that Hershel told him when he and Maggie were alone inside their room. Maggie. Your father said something to me. You are keeping sick people in the barn? While talking, Jake started to undress. They were well past the shyness stage of a relationship. Jake stripped down nude in front of Maggie like it was the most natural thing that occurred to him. The first thing he did was check his old drawer to see that it was still full of his clothing. The soldier grabbed a clean pair of boxers, socks, sweatpants, and a white t-shirt to wear. It felt so damn good to wear something comfortable again. He had to wear the same damn thing for the past few months and it was torture. Closing the gap, Jake reached down to hold Maggies hands. I know that I just got back and I dont want to cause any trouble but I can tell that he nor you have been out in the world since this happened. These sick people are dangerous, Maggie. I was working at one of the hospitals and we had many CDC doctors tell us that there was no cure. The people that become infected, there is nothing left of that person anymore. I know that is hard to accept but Ive seen it up close. Ive nearly died dozens of times from people that I knew that tried to attack me. Im not expecting you to change your mind about them but I need you to make a promise to me. Now, his dominance was taking over. Jake was a naturally dominant man in the bedroom and out of it. Maggie always seemed to listen to him when he took a stance like this. Never, under any circumstances, go to that barn without me by your side. I prefer you avoid it all together. Im going to speak with Hershel soon but I have to tell you this now. Knowing that youve been living so close to this barn since the outbreak started.. that scares the hell out of me, Maggie. Its not safe. Its not a good thing. You need to promise me that you will be careful. They are not people no matter what you may think. Ive seen thousands. I have been around this since the outbreak started. I know that these infected are not people. There is nothing left of their old life. They only want to do one thing that is attack and eat living flesh. Nothing can change that, Maggie. He paused when there were some voices downstairs. It was Beth, calling for Maggie and Jake for dinner again. Sighing, Jake looked to the brunette one more time and planted a kiss onto the corner of her lips. Please, keep that in mind. Ill meet you at the table. Im going to wash up first. After saying this, he released his grip on Maggie and made the short walk across the hallway to the bathroom. During a few seconds alone, Jake recomposed himself and washed his face, hands, and arms. Looking somewhat presentable, he turned and made the walk downstairs to the kitchen. There was an open seat for him beside Maggie and a plate full of food. It was the same seat he always used at the table and that was even more welcoming. His eyes caught Patricia for a moment. Whenever the kitchen cleared out, he would give her his condolences about Otis. Sitting down beside Maggie, he offered her a bright smile while holding her hand in one hand and Beths in the other while they bowed their head to pray. It was nice of this for Hershel to include him in the prayer, thanking God for bringing him back safely. Even though Jake would never admit it, he felt somewhat slighted that Hershel could only see this as an act of God and not for what it really was. Jake had lost his confidence in his faith recently. Many people had but he would never voice that. After the prayer ended, everyone that wanted to said Amen and started to dig into their food. Everything was quiet at first. Jake liked it, keeping his left hand gently onto Maggies leg underneath the table. This was not done to seduce her or anything. It was simply needing to touch her after so long. -------------------- Too caught up with his shouting and frustration, Shane did not hear anything else that the woman across from him said. Nothing she said would change his mind. Nothing would make him trust her or anyone else ever again. It felt like the world was out to kill him, now. All he wanted was to keep Lori and Carl safe. It was easier said than done. He tried to do things right but he realized that now everything was falling apart. It was the last time Shane was ever the good guy. He could not give a fuck less about this woman inside the cabin with him. Leave her to rot. Let her die. Shane did not care. He only cared about getting himself out of this hellhole. Again, it was easier said than done. Shane had no idea what waited for him outside, how many people he had to face, or how difficult it would be. This was not a job for one man alone. It was hardly a job for one man and one woman alone. Nothing could make Shane be quiet, not even the shouts from outside the cabin, yelling at him to stop. Shane was quite feisty right now and it would stay that way. Drawing other humans was possible. On the off chance that someone might help him, it was worth the risk. More than anything, he hoped it drew walkers because he was currently inside. If they attacked the captives outside it would give Shane a chance to break free without any trouble. That was the best plan that he had right now. It was not anything great, but he refused to sit and lay in silence. If someone was taking him captive, they would deal with this. Shane refused to go down quietly or peacefully. When the woman beside him started talking again, Shane rolled his eyes. Still thinking it was a ploy, Shane continued with his outrage. This time, he was talking to the person inside the same cabin as him. He was not shouting but his voice was still loud. I told you to shut the fuck up already. I know what youre trying to do. When I get free, your sorry ass will be the first one I pike, you fucking bitch. With that, Shane spit towards her. Of course, it did not land on her but it go the point across. Shane was too livid to think straight right now and it showed. Likely, he was doing damage to himself more than anything from his twisting and turning. It was not good for his skin at all. Just like Shane expected, the man that entered the cabin punched him violently. However, Shane was not that easy to take down. When he was busy getting upset that the one punch did not do the job, Shane used his bound ankles to kick the soles of his combat boots violently into the mans knee, sending him toppling onto the ground. When he stood, all the man did was spew insults towards Shane. Of course, the former police officer fired right back with insults of his own. Shane had something with spitting at people because he did it again. This time, it landed on the jeans of one of the men. Of course, being spit on was one of the most dehumanizing things a person could do and the taboo of doing such a vile act made it more appealing to Shane. It was like he wanted to make these men pissed off. The young man did not give a damn what they did to him. It did nothing when they threatned him with ripping his tongue out. Shane did not give a damn. They picked the wrong person to fuck with. Honestly, Shane had gotten to the point where he did not care too much if he lived or died. The only people he actually cared about were no longer around him and there was nothing he could do for them. Shane was alone in every sense of the word. Not a soul would miss him so why should he even care? If he cared, it was unlikely his tone would have been the same. Shane was chuckling rather hard at the mens threats when something unexpected happen. The woman had gotten free and driven a hammer into the back of the mans head. It was disgusting because when he toppled onto the ground, he fell onto Shane and blood was all over his hair, face, and clothes. Kicking the body off quickly, he looked up to see the fight ensuing. If this was a ploy, she was doing one hell of a job of selling it. At first glance, she looked like some innocent, rebellious teenagers not someone capable to do this. While this was going on, Shane saw this as a chance to work himself free. The male had seen it done before and he tried his best to tuck his knees and legs against his chest and move his bound arms in front. As soon as he completed this task successfully, the woman barked an order to him. Doing exactly what she wanted, Shane tripped the male onto the ground but he refused to give up this kill. Stay the fuck back. The son of a bitch is mine! He growled and grabbed the nearest instrument for a weapon it was a long drill bit. With a yell, Shane drove the drill bit into his left eye. Pus, water, and blood spewed out when the man screamed in agony until he pushed it far enough into the brain to kill him. Once this finished, Shane pushed himself up onto his feet as he heard running outside the cabin and shouting. Hey, get these fucking ropes off me before more of these assholes get inside. Shane ordered while looking at the woman. They had taken down two but now Shane would be fully untied and able to help. The men did have weapons on them as well so they could search the bodies and take anything useful out into the world from this damn cabin.