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Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

Mona noticed the German Shepard watching them, ears perked forward. It looked well cared for, coat thick and shiny. She observed the drivers door swing open and a new person step out. They told her there would be two in the outfit. He was much taller than the first gender unclear under all the clothing, hood, and gaiter. The man's face was narrow, shadowed with stubble along the jawline, with a guarded expression. Was he the leader? It was hard to tell. Answering him, she responded, I need to get to Monterey Bay Outpost. She put the rucksack down to pull out the letter. They wanted me to give this to you, saying youd understand. Her dark eyes met his unflinchingly, a slender hand held the document out for inspection. Not wanting to appear too weak or aggressive, Mona stepped up but only close enough to have the letter within grabbing distance. I didnt catch your names? She asked politely, mentally wondering if this was going to be something she'd regret getting herself into later.
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

The man watched patiently as she dug what turned out to be an envelope from her bag. He contemplated her words as she stood and extended it out for him to take. Three years ago a trip down south would take just a few hours. However, with the road networks in disrepair and worsening every year, that could easily take days. The odds were worse still with hostile entities in play. Reaching out, the man took the envelope, giving the face of it a short glance before turning it over and breaking the seal. Im Kyle, he stated, obliging her request for their names. He took his eyes off the letter for a moment to regard Mona before nodding toward his companion. This is Sam. His eyes returned to the letter, studying its contents before folding it closed again. Two way trip, Kyle said then. Three or so days if the road is in our favor. Longer otherwise. Thats not including however long you plan to stay there.
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

Mona's dark brown eye's quickly glanced back at his companion, so well clothed that it was difficult to tell if Sam was a girl or boy, wondering if that was a deliberate strategy. Acknowledging Kyle's comment with a nod, Yes, a two way trip. The council's expecting my return as soon as the business is resolved. She avoided sharing the detail that the trip was personal, unsure if they would still take the job. Can't say exactly how long I need to be there but however the length, they will compensate you handsomely. Being the only physician in these parts, the woman was worth her weight in gold. Which is why the documents were important to keep safe, physical validation that the proprietors and their allies would work together to exact punishment if anything were to happen to her. I am ready to leave now, unless you need time to prepare. She didn't want to appear pushy to her new guides, hoping the wait before their departure wouldn't be too long. Securing a dark baseball cap over her short curly hair, the healer waited with bated breath. Looking at a well worn map that showed both Bartertown and Monterey Bay Outpos t, the distance didn't seem too daunting but she knew there was a drastic difference from looking at something intellectually and living the journey.
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

Kyle mulled over her words thoughtfully. Generally, the people who ran Bartertown were good to their word. Having been screwed more than once typically soured ones trust in others, however. If Kyle would have his way, a minimum of twenty-five or thirty percent would be required up front, and pay in full immediately upon return to ensure completion of service as he liked to call it. The rule was if you short me, I short you. If he felt a client wasnt on the up-and-up, theyd take measures to safeguard their work. One way or another. At present though, Bartertown had proven to be decently reliable, so at length Kyle nodded his head. Besides, if they didnt take the work, someone else would, and the pay to go with it. Okay then, he started. Before we get under way, I should tell you it can get rough on the road. If I say do something, its because I need you to do it, alright?
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

Mona nodded. She trusted who the proprietors selected as reliable guides since they had a vested interest. Physicians were hard to come by nowadays. I leave the navigation to you. Holding up her backpack and additional bag, she inquired where to store them and how could she help with their departure. The shepherd watched from its vantage point the conversation between the humans, head resting on paws and dark soulful eyes bouncing from speaker to speaker.
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

Good, Kyle said simply. To make room for their passengers possessions, he snapped his fingers twice, to which the shepherd stood up in the back of the vehicle and jumped down onto the pavement. After a lengthy stretch, it circled around and followed Sam as they began to break down their temporary shelters. Inside of five minutes they had the canopy clipped from its tie downs, rolled up smartly, and strapped to the rear of the roof mounted cargo rack. They did it efficiently and in such a way that the entire canopy could be pulled across the top of the truck and over the front, for the purpose of either shelter or concealment. Once the task was done, Sams chair was folded up and anything else that was laying out was wordlessly and with practiced fluidity stowed away. The smaller of the two opened the passenger side rear door and gestured to the canine, which quickly jumped into the back seat before Sam climbed into the front. Kyle opened the other rear door, leaving it open for Mona herself. After all had found their places, Kyle climbed into the driver seat. Inside the truck, it seemed there wasnt a single space that had use that wasnt occupied. There was a radio mounted alongside a single handheld GPS device atop the dash. A durable laptop sat closed in a mount between the seats, able to be angled towards either occupant. The front of the glove box was lined with an adhesive backed Velcro to the face of which several small pouches with flap closures were affixed. Both Kyle and Sam visibly had short carbines of some model stuffed in the footwells, secured in place by tucking the loaded magazines between the seat and the center console, clearly so positioned as to be able to grab them quickly on exiting the vehicle. Noteably, the ceiling over the two front seats was lined with an eclectic assortment of various patches. Among them were numerous logos, insignia, flags of various states and nations, and any variety of designs featuring slogans. Space Shuttle Door Gunner , Rock Out With Your Glock Out, and others. They were all in differing states of condition, from near new to visibly frayed and dirty. Turning the key, Kyle brought the truck to life. The engine rumbled, coming to an easy idle before its driver popped it into gear. There was really only one way out, following the edge of the parking lot towards its exit at Bartertowns gate. Seeing the truck approach, the men manning the gate pulled it open, moving it aside for the three of them to depart with a simple light wave of the hand from Kyle behind the wheel. A moment later, the gate was closing behind them and the highway lay before them, a vast stretch of asphalt, its former glory long fading. Have you been to Monterey Outpost before? Kyle said, speaking up.
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

She watched the production of putting things away and getting the vehicle prepared to leave, a very tight and efficient process. Reflecting on the situations they probably needed to move out quickly, it made total sense. Kyle left the back door open for her and Mona scrambled in, observing that the interior was as organized and neat. She strapped herself into the seat beside the dog, wondering aloud if it had a name. Not spacious, there was still room for her backpack and medical supplies. I was in Bartertown right before the crash and suspect the world outside has changed dramatically. She slowly extended a knuckled fist for her four-legged companion to investigate and was rewarded with tentative sniff. So in answer to your question, no I've never been to Monterey Outpost. Have you? It'd been a long time since she rode in any type of automobile. The seat was relatively comfortable considering and side windows protected by a grill. However, they still offered a limited view to her relief. Mona allowed a tiny glimmer of hope, imagining she might be seeing Angela soon. At the same time, the anxious side of her feared what lay ahead, gates and armed guards disappearing quickly as they gained speed. How long do you think before we get there?
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

Depending on conditions, Kyle started to reply, three or four days. Thats assuming no trouble arises. Kyle knew as well as anyone who had made any amount of travel that outside the sphere of influence of an established faction, power came from the barrel of a gun, and deceit was commonplace. Patrols from Bartertown didnt typically travel in this southward direction much further than Los Molinos, and even with the detiorating condition of the road it wouldnt be long before they were passing that point. We know of one major safe zone along be way, he remarked. And weve used a few places to bed down for the night that are pretty quiet.
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

Riding in silence, she sank into quiet reflection, remembering a time before the collapse of everything. Life hadnt been a bed of roses but thered been some highlights. Mona had just completed her residency and was on the way home for some time with the family. Mark, her ex-boyfriend, agreed to a contract with Columbia Hospital in New York City and begged her to come with but she preferred to practice on the West Coast. Besides she wasnt too sure if what they had was real love and when the internet died, itd been harder to stay in contact. He was busy at the hospital and shed been stranded at Bartertown. There was no way now to tell if Mark was even alive still. Now here she was riding in back of a strange SUV, her life in the hands of strangers. The loud purr of the engine filled the cab. So how did the two of you meet? Unconsciously, Monas hands waved between the two individuals up front. Were they related, a couple, or the remains of a military company? Waiting for a response, her fingers located the soft spot at the base of the dogs ears and scratched thoughtfully.
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

There was a notable silence from the occupants of the front seats after Mona voiced her question. A quiet exchange of half glances, no words spoken between the two. Sam made a slight shrug of the shoulders, then brought both hands up to pull their hood back, followed by slender fingers tugging the neck gaiter down. Sams narrow face was apparent even from a side profile, with high cheekbones and a slim neck. A mess of short, neck length brown hair spilled out from under her ballcap, and she half turned her head to regard Mona with youthful blue eyes for a moment before directing them back towards the road stretched out before them like a great asphalt serpent, its skin cracked and scarred. You could say weve known each other her whole life, Kyle said finally after Sam had unmasked herself. There was almost hardly any guessing to be made the eyes and ears were the same, and there was similar facial structure, though Sams was notably more feminine. The resemblance between father and daughter was hard to miss.
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

Mona was impressed and very curious about the story behind their current status. From what the shareholders said, the pair was trustworthy and had successfully accomplished many a mission for them. She wondered if they even knew that Sam was female. So, how long have the two of you been in this business? She didn't want to be rude but a father and daughter team was not a commonplace thing. I'd love to hear some of your adventures. The physician sensed there was more to them than met the eye, leaning forward to catch every word. With several days ahead of them on the road, she hoped their stories could make some of the time fly by.
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

Two years, spoke up Sam. Her voice was as soft as one would expect a young woman to have. She picked up the metal bottle sitting in one of the cup holders and opened it before taking a drink. She was short spoken of it, returning the cap to the bottle before turning her eyes to watch out the window of her door. Our adventures? Kyle interjected after a moment of silence - save for the road noise. Just honest work, and survival. Same as anyone else, really. As he navigated the highway, veering just enough to manage avoiding significant holes and the occasional derelict vehicle, he kept his eyes scanning periodically, with almost consistent timing, as if well practiced in this habit. What was it you said you did, again?
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

Mona nodded, hearing both Sam and Kyle, Two years probably seems like a lifetime. She could tell their energy was focused, watching the rough road ahead, vigilant to any odd disturbances. They were busy doing the job. The doctor explained her life briefly, training, looking for work, and finally signing a contract with Bartertown. The outpost had its own brand of government, rules, and regulations that everyone lived by. Compared to other towns though, the people who settled there were treated fairly. Finally exhausting conversation, the cab feel silent. Nothing to entertain wandering thoughts, she studied everything in sight the extra supplies stuffed under each chair, including additional clips of ammunition, and food. Knowing space was a premium and being a passenger obviously meant sitting in the back seat. Mona was thankful for not being any taller, legs already feeling folded up and cramped. Between the lack of oxygen, boredom, and the monotonous drone of the engine, her eyelids fought a losing battle. Head resting against the side window, sleep was so deep that her jaw relaxed, mouth opening. Pointy ears of the German Shepperd twitched, hearing her quiet snores.
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

The pair in the front seats noticed when Mona fell asleep simply by the absence of speech. Not ones to wake a sleeping passenger, they saw fit to let her have her rest. Their road was a long one, and there was little telling what lay waiting ahead. Perhaps a couple of hours further into their drive, and the road became more difficult to navigate. Whether by seismic activity or mans intent the steep hillside that ran along the road had crumbled in places leaving scattered chunks of rock strewn here and there, slowing progress as Kyle had to proceed at a lower speed in order to navigate around the larger boulders. Perhaps twenty minutes of this eventually came to a stop, as a large section of the adjacent hill had collapsed entirely, cutting off the road. Instinctively, Kyle put the truck in reverse, pulling it back around the last bend in the road, lest they risk sitting in the potential kill zone of an ambush.
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

Brain finally at rest, no daily schedule of patients waiting to be seen and the journey ahead not in her scope of control, Mona allowed herself fall asleep completely. Jarred awake by her head whacking the headrest abruptly, she noticed the terrain ahead getting harder to navigate. A quick covert movement of wiping away an errant drop of drool, she wondered aloud how much time must have passed but father and daughter were too focused to answer, watchful of any threats. The doctor admired their copacetic team work and quietly reflected over the mystery of where was Kyle's wife, aka Sam's mom. So many family units had been torn asunder by the fall of society and her active imagination came up with a least a dozen possible scenarios. Regardless, Mona vowed not to pry and ruminated on ways to be an easy passenger, not one who Kyle and Sam were eager to eject as soon as the contract was over.
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

Once the hillside collapse was out of view, Kyle put the truck in park. He waited for a moment before opening his door, while Sam lifted her gaiter over her face. The pairs eyes scanned ahead and beside them, drifting over any obvious potential hiding places. There was no easy way to determine if the collapse had happened naturally, or was intentional. Even if it was caused by man, that didnt mean some enterprising individual couldnt use it to their advantage. Slowly climbing out, Kyle pulled the carbine that was stashed alongside his leg free from its place. He brought it to his shoulder, reaching up with his left hand to turn a dial on the tube that was mounted to the top of the weapon. Turning the magnification up to eight power, he quickly scanned over a few locations, ones that he probably would have chosen if he had intended on ambushing someone on this road. While he did so, Sam reached up, grabbing the oh-shit handle and lifting her legs out the footwell before swinging them over the center console, planting herself in the drivers seat her father had previously occupied. Kyle glanced over her way, exchanging looks with her before proceeding out into the road cautiously. As he moved, Sam let the truck roll forward, just enough to keep him in view. As he approached the pile of crumbled rubble, Kyle found as solid footing in it as he could, clambering up, holding his weapon with one hand while using the other to catch himself if he stumbled. The rubble had settled, indicating the collapse wasnt recent. Peering around, he noticed that alongside it, off the shoulder of the road, old ruts formed a new path down the gradual slope to a small valley. He turned back, waving towards the vehicle, and Sam leaned out, shutting the drivers door before rolling the truck up to where her father clambered down the rubble.
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

Mona craned her neck to see the scene in front of them while her canine companion sat up on his haunches, tense and alert. It was responding to Sam and Kyles activity and probably sensed the change in their mood. Biting back a multitude of questions, the physician didnt want to distract Sam who was busy watching her fathers signals and responding with alacrity. Not knowing the dog's name, she mentally dubbed him Jasper. In her first encounter with him, he seemed more than just your friendly neighborhood mutt. Itching to get out and help, her lack of survival skills frustrated Mona, knowing she would only just get in everyones way. Chalking the situation up as a learning experience, she knew exactly what to ask Kyle when the opportunity presented itself. Could he give her tips or training that might make a difference the next time such a moment occurred? Even Sam, as young as she was, could probably give some pointers. For now, she watched Kyles nimble navigation of the rubble, like a mountain goat skipping up a rocky embankment. She wasnt so nave as to think they were out of the woods just yet.
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

Kyle didnt dawdle, making for their ride at a jog as Sam pulled up. Moving around to the side, he pulled open the passenger door and climbed into the seat, shutting it behind him. Gesturing with his free hand while the other held his weapon across his lap, he indicated the slope that appeared to have been used at least once before. Take us down that incline, he instructed. Hug the left hand side and avoid the ruts, let the tires grab fresh ground and keep the engine revving high. Turn the wheel side by side if you feel it start to slip... Just as he said, Sam pulled forward, the wheels jolting slightly as they left the cracked asphalt and met soil. She rode the break to regulate their speed and keep them from careening down like a roller coaster. Kyle kept his eyes open and head on a swivel, checking all sides and even behind them as his daughter focused on the off road task. In the back seat, the Shepherd seemed to have a time keeping its balance as the new path caused the SUV to rock and sway. Eventually the path leveled out, and it began a shallow ascent back onto the highway. The ground was less soft than Kyle expected and Sam didnt need to employ more aggressive driving practices to keep traction. As the reached the end of the uphill climb, the tires grabbed the hardtop and their ride soon smoothed out. There was an air of relief, Kyle and Sam visibly relaxing as their ride returned to the pavement. Sam could pick up speed now, and just as she did, there was a dull and hollow thud. Down! Kyle instructed, turning half in his seat, his arm reaching back towards Mona, his hand catching her shoulder to push her down to the seat. The shepherd in the back sat up more despite Mona being pushed into him, letting out a single bark and growl, and Sams foot pressed the pedal into the floor. The engine revved higher as the truck sped forward, and Kyle brought his eyes to the road ahead of them, watchful for anyone who might be waiting for them on the road. He didnt remove his hand from Mona until they had gone a good distance, the apparent ambush short lived and poorly executed. Sam didnt slow until her father said so. We should be clear... Last edited Apr 11, 2019
Thread: Apocalypse, Coast to Coast [Irish & Nutella]

Mona sat at the edge of her seat, body straining against the seatbelt. It was probably foolish thinking if she kept herself alert it would help the situation but what more could she do? Body swaying with the SUVs erratic motion, the woman watched Sams steersmanship as she followed Kyles direction. Jasper seemed unphased by the vehicles dipping and jerking motion, his four legs readjusting to keep upright. About to exhale and relax as Kyle clamored back into his seat, Mona yelped involuntarily from the sudden dull hollow thud outside. The potential danger shot her heartbeat and blood pressure back up. She swore under her breath as a strong grip to the right shoulder shoved her into a crouching position, knees banging painfully against the stored gear, almost guaranteeing bruises later. Jasper vocalized personal displeasure through a quick bark and deep threatening growls. Understanding what they were facing finally dawned on Mona. In a selfish attempt to see Angela, she foolishly put herself, Kyle, and Sam in unnecessary danger. It sounded like a good idea at the time and her sister did need medical support. But as the stark reality hit home, Mona felt exposed and ill equipped to handle the current predicament. If time could be turned back, she wanted all three of them back at Bartertown, going through a normal day with nary a care in the world. Could there have been another way to get aid to her sister? Maybe Angela could have made the journey with a trade convoy to the outpost. Large trade parties came through Bartertown often and probably had a higher probability of survival than the current band of three humans and one canine. Trying to break the tension, Mona joked, Kyle, is it too late to turn around and go back? She knew it was a fruitless question. They were already on their way and that he and Sam wouldnt get paid unless the job was completed.
Thread: Do you listen to country or bluegrass music?

I listen to both. Don't really have preference between the more traditional or pop country sound. Bluegrass can be nice as background music when doing things around work or home.
Thread: Do you listen to country or bluegrass music?

I love country music! I am not so much of a bluegrass fan because of my family's roots and having to grow up hearing it, but I definitely love country. If it means anything, I'm also from the South which is why I love it so much.