The Walking Dead 1X1 with - iDrift | Maddietess

[saarebas.]

Issac smirked, "you're a smart cookie" he gestured over to the log that was handing loosely from a branch, the rope holding it causing it to spin in the wind.


Cally whined and kicked out slightly, "Dean" she called out, struggling against, her will, fear set on her face, sweat dripping from her forehead. The man pressed the gun to her back, if fired the bullet would cleanly tear through her lungs or pierce her heart, she wasn't perfectly sure if the gun was cocked or not.

[- drift.]

Riley nodded, lifting the gun slowly. It was no colt, but it was still a nice firearm. She aimed it as best she could, cocked it, then let a bullet fly. When she pulled the trigger, she wasn't particularly prepared for the gun's kick, so her hand shook, and the bullet whizzed right past the log, barely scraping its left side. "Dammit." She muttered to herself.

Dean heard a muffled cry of his name, and ran up the street to where the shadows were. He turned a corner, and stepped backward as saw men standing behind Cally, a gun to the back of her neck. He parted his jaws to speak, but no words came out, due to shock. He slid out his gun, and quickly aimed it at one of the men behind Cally, before the other man with the gun could react. He didn't shoot, for fear that he would shot Cally as well.

[saarebas.]

Issac nodded, "good for a first try" he said to her, stepping forward and taking the but of her weapon in his hands, leaving her grasp around the rim and barrel as it was. He moved it slightly, burring it into her shoulder blade, "try this, exhale slowly when you pull the trigger" he smiled softly to her, "everyone had their own method" he rolled his eyes, "mine is take in a breath when pulling the trigger, cocking the aim slightly" he shrugged, "it works"

Cally glared to the man holding her, "go ahead, nobody'll care" she snarled to him, to which the man snapped "don't try that princess, two bullets isn't anything to us" he stared deep into her eyes. He then glared over to Dean "i don't care how much, but if you wan't your little Cally back, i think we're getting some food" he muttered pulling Cally's hair harshly, "even trade yes?" he glanced up, "and don't try anything funny neither" he shrugged, "Micheal's been alone for so long, just give him five minuets and i think you can see where this is going correct?"

[- drift.]

Riley nodded with a small smile, holding the gun up again, this time keeping the but balanced in her shoulderblade. She took an a deep breath, then, just as Isaac had said, let it out, and pulled the trigger. This time, the bullet hit the log. It still wasn't a perfect shot, but it made contact with the left side of the piece of wood, which was an improvement. "Yes!" She said to herself with a large smirk.

Dean grimaced, getting the man's point. "Yea, I get it." He said in a disgusted tone, glancing warily between all of the men. His eyes held Cally's for a second, then he sighed, holding his gun sideways, so the butt was turned to the sky, as a sign of partial surrender. "Okay, what do you want, and how much?" He asked, shaking his head.

[saarebas.]

Issac grinned softly, "nice" he laughed, he patted her on the back, "you'll be a sharpshooting uh-ninja?" he shrugged with his choice of words, living with Cally and Jaxon for a few years had given him a childish vocabulary "yeah, you'll be running the armory sections in camp" he smirked and rolled his eyes, leaning back on a tree, "try and hit it dead center this time".

Cally sighed and wined as his grip tightened and he lent over and whispered into her ear, a twisted smirk on his face. "Shh- it's okay sweetie" he grasped her wrist tightly, and he growled. She glanced to Dean, her eyes drown in pity, not so much for her more for him been dragged into this, it was her fault. The man snarled, "food, ammo" he shrugged, "go on now, and don't get any ideas"

[- drift.]

Riley smiled, raising her eyebrows. "Oh yea. A ninja, that's me." She replied with a laugh, nodding as he told her to try again. She raised the gun, putting the but on her shoulder. She aimed it a bit farther to the right this time, guessing that it was the wind that had blown her bullet to far to the left. She took in a deep breath, then let it out, pulling the trigger. The bullet whizzed straight twords it's target, striking the center of the log. Riley let out a laugh, grinning from ear to ear. "Yes!" She cheered.

Dean nodded, backing away slowly from the group. He held Cally's gaze, praying in his mind that the girl wouldn't get hurt. "Okay, fine. I'll bring the food and the ammo. Gimme fifteen minutes." He sighed, turning on his heel, and walking back towards camp.

[saarebas.]

Issac chuckled softly, approaching the girl and scuffing up her hair, "nice one kiddo" he gave a soft nod of approval, "i guess you're going to be the one coaching me soon ahy?" he smiled softly, gesturing to a fallen tree and the pointed out three different varieties of targets, one a thick and stable vodka bottle, second a old tin can that had once provided what is now considered a bountiful feast of, uh- beans. The third a long since drained water bottle, rather chunky, the wrapper had been torn and it had received it's fair share of bullets, having ownership of many ragged holes ripped into it. Issac gestured to it, "take your pick".

Cally cried slightly, not actual tears, she had long out grown fear, pain, she had actually thought of a method of converting pain into pleasure, it's an extremely strange and some say psychopathic thing to do, but in this world, where death could be lingering in the dark alley around the corner, it was a handy thing to have.

[- drift.]

Riley glaned back and forth between the objects, ending up deciding on the vodka bottle. She figured that shooting it would be revenge for not having any vodka of her own to drink for so long. She raised the gun, aiming it steadily. She took a deep breath, letting it out just as she pulled the trigger. But, right as she had sent the bullet whizzing from the gun there was a loud yell from behind them, and she turned to see Dean running towards them.

Dean was out of breath by the time he had actually reached, camp, and he was spluttering out words. "Cally... kidnapped... town... help.." He let out a long breath, his eyes wide. After a couple moments of silence, he was able to speak claerly. "Cally was kidnapped by a gang in town. They will trade her back to us for some food and supplies." He said, looking back and forth urgently between Isaac and Riley.

[saarebas.]

Issac glared over from where Riley was stood, his stomach knotted itself tightly and refused to undo it's work, he bit his bottom lip, rage flooding through his veins, he trembled slightly, grasping his sniper tightly in hand. He walked past Dean and back towards their camp, he walked over to Krissy and explained the situation, the girl whined uneasily and let out a panicked yelp. Issac shrugged, "maybe they'll give her back for medical care?" he asked in a harsh tone, Krissy nodded "maybe".

[- drift.]

Riley stood back, watching with wide eyes. She had been kidnapped? Riley sighed, shaking her head. Other survivors could be so foolish sometimes. Instead of banding together, they were stupid enough to kill each other off, for food or ammo. She sighed, rolling her eyes.

Dean shot Krissy a glare that said "I told you so." At Isaac's suggestion, he shook his head. "I doubt it." He said. "Those guys seemed like they really wanted some food and ammo." Just thinking about those guys man-handling Cally made Dean nauscious.