Pinnacle -Lock please-

[DRdoctorlady]

I now wonder where my sanity has fled...
I suppose I should write some more right now, but...
I'm way to lazy :3
Sorry, I'm going on a fish-eh break with Bru

[DRdoctorlady]

frrgefffeg....
Short update, sorry.

Chapter 1d
-------->Continuation
Coon looked up at me and sighed in resignation. I rummaged through my pack for a while until I came across the first aid kit Laurels asked me to pick up. I flipped open the top and smeared some anti-bacterial gunk around the wound, wondering if it would be bad to put it directly on the furrow in Coon's flesh. I took some gauzy bandages and wrapped it around Coons arm, watching disenhearted as fresh blood blossomed through the white fabric.
"Well, that's all I can do..." I said softly. "You think you can make the walk back home?" I asked, staring at the night outside.
"No," He said quickly. I sighed.
"Well, bunk down then, we're staying the night. We should be home by this time tomorrow..." I sighed and looked around the smelly kitchen. I got out my sleeping bag and tossed it at Coon, who had lost his backpack when we got confronted by those guys. He didn't react in time to catch it and when he reached to pick it up off of his head, he only used his right arm, since his left was messed up.

[DRdoctorlady]

Merry Christmas my fraands who have not been on for a while (prolly vacationing... I hope. I cannot be abandoned D:!)
Eh short Coon escapade as a little present ^-^

Coon's Adventure #1

"Up ahead the mighty predator sees the small fenced in area containing the chickens. He stalks closer towards the unawares fowl, preparing to strike. He stops and watches for the protectors of the chicken. With another backward glance he prepares to pounce. He sits back and gets ready for the leap. With an explosive surge of power-" Coon swung his hands forwards, "-He reaches! He jumps over the fence, landing in the pen with his quarry! The chickens go wild with the apropriate mixture of amazement and fear! Basking for a minute in the glory, he goes in for the kill, pouncing forward and grabbing Phil by the stomach!" Coon clutched the chicken close to his body. "Hhhhhhhh! I am victorious! I am awesome! I AM-"
"Rediculous? Big-headed? Molesting chickens?" Dagger drawled from the doorway, sharpening a knife. Coon scowled.
"Evasive maneuvers!" He shouted, and jumped over the fence of the chicken pen and ran into the woods, shouting wildly, jumping up the first good tree he saw. "YOU'LL NEVER GET ME COPPER!" He jumped into the next tree over, nearly losing his grip on the chicken.
After realizing Dagger wasn't chasing him he climbed down in what he considered a very ninjesque fasion, though ended tumbling forward, Phil squawking in terror.
"Shush Phil! I have a very important job for you," Coon said, wagging his finger at the chicken. It pecked him. Coon cursed reflexively.
"Ow, what the heck was that for?" He scolded. Looking up again, he picked up some feathers that had been flung loose from Phil. Glancing around again, he ran back to the house, slowing down outside the open entrance. Dagger was thankfully elsewhere. Creeping slowly around the doorway, he pressed himself flat against the wall and started side stepping his way closer to the bunks.
"Now be quiet Phil," Coon whispered. Phil looked at him with beady black eyes. Coon shrugged.
Clambering up the ladder, he reached the loft and crept slowly closer to Ice's bed. Shifting aside the hay Ice had placed around the mattress to give him some privacy, Coon knelt next to the bed. Glancing around, he quickly took the pillow out of the pillow case and stuffed a furiously crowing Phil into it instead, with the feathers he had collected. He heard wood creak behind him. Panicking, Coon pulled up the slats of rotting wood and stuffed the pillow underneath. Just as he was about to dive for the exit, someone grabbed his shoulder.
Screaming Coon twisted around and came face to face with Ice. Calming down a little, he nervously looked at his captor.
"Err, hi Icicle," He said. Ice was scowling dangerously, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes dark. "You look... Angry. But I swear, I didn't do anything, uh I was umm-" He looked around then brightened. "I was checking the floorboards for mice! I thought I heard one squeaking underneath the wood and I followed the sounds to your..." Ice was frowning more intensely. "Uhh... your bed..." Ice snorted through his nose.
"What did you do? Pathetic lying by the way. I would've thought that Break would've taught you better by now, seeing as your 'best buddies'," Ice growled. "That insufferable cretin is probably hiding in a corner right now while you play dangerous games," His voice grew even more dangerous.
"Now, if you don't want me to beat you until your bones are shattered and your face is mashed up beyond recognition, tell me what you did with my bed."
Coon was quaking in terror.
"Uhhmm... DAGGER, NOW!" Ice looked up just as Dagger jumped off of the rafters and came flying downwards towards him.
"You little-" Dagger landed, Coon rolled out of the way, and both quickly jumped off and away, skipping the ladder and landing heavily on the ground. Cackling madly, both ran away just as Phil started crowing again.
"Oi, what's with the 'chicken molester'?" Coon asked when they were safely in the woods, panting heavily, bursting back out into laughter as they heard Ice trying to remove Phil and the feathers from his pillowcase.
Dagger smiled wryly.
"Had to make it believable, just in case someone was listening, like Jarrah or Grasswhistle. I know Jarrah would've beaten my brains in if I didn't at least attempt some sort of reprimand," Dagger breathed.
"Jarrahs on a raid with Grasswhistle and Rosethorn! Badger and Laurels are working in the fields, Break's gaurding the smokehouse, and Flyby's not going to tell anyone anything. Only Ice was home and he doesn't give a crap about me unless I piss him off," Coon complained. Dagger shrugged.
"Better safe then sorry."
"Definitely not safe. Icicles out for blood after what we've done!" Coon chuckled.
"C'mon, let's go see what we can do in the fields. If we go back home we're dead. At least until the girl's get back home. I'm 23% sure that Rose, Grasswhistle and Jarrah might be able to keep him back."
Coon nodded.
"Well, I'm hungry. Want some jerky?" Coon asked, completely energized again, bouncing on his feet.
"...Jerky we're not allowed to eat until dinner?"
"...Maybe"

[Ser'reth]

Merry Christmas! x3

[DRdoctorlady]

Maaaarrry Christmas :3
That twas a very poorly written sentence but..
OH WELL :P

[AngelInWaiting]

Best present ever : D

Merry Christmas!

[DRdoctorlady]

XD lol I just felt like showing Coon not in pain and or in a flashback ^-^
Thats basically how Coon is. A very weird, very odd child.

[DRdoctorlady]

Ack! I've been owing you guys this update for forever and a day.
So! We move onwards

Chapter 1e
-------->Continuation
I winced. Coon was in bad condition. I'm not a medical expert, but I'm pretty sure just bandaging a wound with bullet fragments isn't going to help to much. Turning around, I crawled to the side of the island counter and peered around the corner. Seeing nothing, I pulled myself forward and sat down, leaning against the side.
I listened as Coon got his bed ready. Outside I could hear something whining, which freaked me out. It was probably a dog, but still. I watched the dark doorway nervously, with the childish fear that something would come out. A dog. One of the dead. Those adults...
Which leads me to think, what the heck is going on here?! Everyone is supposed to be dead, especially the adults. Sure, me and my friends break that rule but still! But now that I know there are at least two guys who are alive, does that mean there are more? Didn't they say something about Regime Change? What the heck is that? They said something about fields... Does that mean they have a home somewhere? A farm? What if there are a hundred of those trigger-happy people? How did I not notice them? Again, how are they alive? What if they're everywhere, but I just didn't notice till now? What if they're watching me right now? Am I being paranoid?
Hmmm...
This is hopeless. How the heck am I supposed to know if I'm safe right now? If something happened to Flyby, or anyone for that matter, we'd be screwed. Heck, Coon's already been shot, and here I am, sitting in some old chinese restaurant, jumping at every little sound! I need some sleep for the hike home tomorrow, but I'm not getting that, and wouldn't be able to anyway. Coon need's medical care too, not an eight hour hike.
So here I am, ranting to myself, willing my heart to slow down, and wondering when the morning will begin.
* * *
"Hey Coon," I mumbled, turning my gaze from the slowly lighting up doorway to my young compadre. I was dead tired, my mind exhausted of all coherent thought, powered on by instinct and occasional shots of adrenaline when something made a noise, no matter how slight. Dimly I felt a certain happiness that morning was here, and a dreary acknowledgemnt that I've been up for 24 hours, and too much had happened in those hours.
"Coon," I muttered again, attempting to get up but stumbling forward and nearly bashing my face into the ground. I woke up a bit more. Coon didn't even move.
"Racoon. Oi, get up boy, morning time. We've gotta go." I growled. Racoon shifted slightly. Irritated, I crept forward and shook his shoulder. That woke him up pretty fast. With a loud cry of pain that nearly shattered my ears he leapt upwards, grabbing at his shoulder. Fresh blood coated the dull brown of the makeshift bandage. I cringed.
"Umm... We've got to get home," I said sheepishly. Coon glared at me and grabbed his blanket and pillow, shoving it into my bag.
"Could've just yelled at me. I would've woken up eventually," He huffed.
"Key word. Eventually," I grumped at him. He just snorted and tossed me the backpack, which I quickly sholdered. We both got up and crossed out of the door.

[AngelInWaiting]

Sorry I didn't reply for a while, I spent the last week with a close friend. This is a nice welcome back gift, though ;D Coon is hilarious

[DRdoctorlady]

I was hoping for that ^-^ Aghh reading over it again I feel disapointed with writing quality.
Meh. It was late at night and I was typing alone upstairs and there was actually a dog outside whining which led me to wonder if maybe there was a cougar munching on it or maybe even the jersey devil which makes absolutely no sense since I live in NC, but still freaked me out and reminded me of Paranormal Activity which freaked me out more which made me want to stop typing really quickly and-
I'm rambling. Oh well, onwards with tah story :D
And thanks again for the moral support and ego-feeding XD

Chapter 1f
-------->Continuation
Outside, the sun was barely starting to rise, and the typical North Carolina early morning fog was drifting lazily everywhere. I used to be entranced by it when I was little, and watching things appear suddenly out of the white when you got to close would be pleasant. Not anymore. I felt jumpy, just like last night, especially since I knew there were two guys in the city who would like to put bullets in our heads and the whining I heard last night made me wonder what could've made a dog sound like that. What if there was a bear? How the heck was I supposed to deal with that with only a few knives I don't even really use?!
Coon was silent for once, which, under normal circumstances, I would have thought was a blessing. Instead, I was scared. No Coon-chatter to distract me from the spooky buildings. Nothing to prevent me from nearly losing my mind.
Coon cleared his throat and I jumped.
"Coon! Really?" I whispered, not daring to get loud. Coon just rolled his eyes.
"Shut up. I've got an idea," He said, stomping over to the nearest car. I watched skeptically as he looked in the windows, pausing a minute to look around. He opened the already ajar door and crawled inside. Immediatly I ran over to the car.
"Coon what are you doing!" I hissed. Coon's butt was sticking out of the car and he was grunting as he readjusted his body.
"I'm hotwiring a car," he retorted.
"Where the hell did you learn how to do that?" I asked sharply.
"Grasswhistle taught me, 'bout a week ago. She showed me how on the van we're drying fruit in," He said, fumbling around his belt until he brought out his knife. He picked it up and starting prying open a panel. I fumed. One, this kid needed to stop hanging out with Dagger. He was picking up bad habits. Two, why didn't Coon do this on the way over here? But I suppose I shouldn't complain, cause we now had a temporary ride. I don't know how long it would last traveling over broken glass and splintered wood and other debris created by the mobs when they had rampaged around the city.
After a while of Coon fiddling with wires and cursing, the car finally roared to life, loud in the dead city. With a Cheer Coon jumped in and sat in the drivers seat.
"Oh no, I'm driving," I said, shoving him roughly into the next seat over. He cried out in pain and I remembered his injury. I smiled sheepishly again and jumped in. The whole car reeked of cigarette smoke and neglect. Disgusted I reluctantly shut the door (the only source of fresh air) and placed my hands on the steering wheel.
"Umm, bad time to ask I suppose, but Jarrah, do you know how to drive?" Coon asked a bit tentatively.
"Sorta. How hard can it be?" I asked.
"Uhhnnn, maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Coon swallowed. I snorted and stomped on the acceleration.