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INTRO LOG #03

Dropship

The new dropship touches down during the evening when the sky is beginning to get dark. It lands further out than usual, where the greenery and trees taper off into the desert sand. The most surprising thing about the ship's landing is that it does - in fact - land in one piece. It leaves the same crater beneath it as the others have, but there is no sheared metal or bent in portions of the ship to show that something has gone awry. There is simply the ship, groaning as it cools from its re-entry into the atmosphere. Despite the best landing so far, the power has failed aside from flashing alarm lights and an annoying warning sounding off every couple seconds.

The shock doesn't end there, the mysterious voice that Han Solo had contacted kept his... promise... instead of packages of trail mix there are boxes and boxes of cheese. On the foremost box is a note and written on it: "HAVE A LITTLE CHEESE WITH YOUR WHINE." Next to the boxes of cheese are stacks and stacks of canned spam. Delicious.

There is only a single person on the dropship but he is supplied with the typical backpack. What's different is the .22 tucked safely inside next to a box of bullets. Inside the box of bullets there is an additional note, in different handwriting: "broadcast your needs." Cryptic but promising to anyone that knows what's going on. Someone was feeling merciful apparently.

The Welcome Party

All possible exits to the ship are closed, and if Carl feel like he's strong enough he can try to pry one of the doors open, but someone seems to get the same idea. Suddenly something is wedged between the door and where it lies before it's wrenched with a twisting metal noise. Then another crowbar is wedged far enough in to cause a gap that's quickly filled with a hook. Then another, and another. The same process. It takes a long time, but then the revving of an engine, a far too pleased yell and the door is yanked from its home.

Confetti pops and sounds, falling from a small space near the top of the door - another mockery from the man who left the harsher note, no doubt - that distracts the sudden strangers that are poking their heads into the ship, and staring up like they've been shown the light through their masks. The hatchets in their hands make it clear they're not there for hugs.

Besides the bandits, the drop-zone around the ship is completely silent, not a single infected in sight. It's like they're all busy with something else.

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[Daryl dropped his hand away from his knife and put that hand in the air. The other still held his modified nerf bow in a loose grip.]

Easy, kid.

[After a second, he dropped his hand lifted his chin toward the gun while he closed the gap between them.]

Looks like someone liked you. First workin' gun we seen down here since the first of us dropped. Rick ain't in there with you, is he?

Edited 2016-04-09 03:11 (UTC)

[Okay, he lowers his gun a little after all because of Daryl's reaction just now. Not too much though because he isn't sure the area is clear of the freaks with masks yet.]

How did you get here? [He asks, almost stupidly. What he means to ask though is how the both of them got there, but the answer for one of them seems to go hand in hand with the other so he doesn't bother correcting himself.

After a moment, he shakes his head to answer his archer friend. He means to indicate he doesn't understand half of what Daryl just said and he hasn't seen his dad either. Obviously he's still in the dark to everything and growing more confused now that he isn't shooting at freaks.]

What do mean someone liked me? [He knows Daryl doesn't mean the girl (Clarke) because the archer talked about the gun that was mysteriously supplied to him, so his mind just draws a blank and his expression turns more puzzled.] It was just in a bag where I woke up...

[He shakes his head again.] It's just me.

Got dropped in one of these- [Daryl lifted his hand to pat the metal at the top of the door frame.] -about two months ago. Me and Glenn and some others you don't know. You're the first the assholes what's behind it left a gun with. Rest of us been making do.

[Hence the powder blue, lavender, and pink nerf bow dangling from Daryl's other hand. At least he'd managed to get wicked long metal spikes attached to the "arrow" tips.]

Guess it means they're sending us down in waves. Me and Glenn got here first, then... then Maggie, then Carol.

[He'd almost said Beth, but that was something he didn't think he needed to hit Carl with right away.]

Other folks we don't know. This is the third ship carrying extra food they dropped, too. If it's anything like the last couple, it'll be enough to hold us over with what we can hunt and find here until the next big one comes. And 'fore you ask, no, I don't know why we're being put here or who's doing it. They ain't the talkative sort and we only just got a radio working to make contact anyway.

[Carl's eyes follow Daryl's hand to the door frame as he fills in the blanks for him. He is able to follow along for the most part and nods a couple times as a result, though some parts still makes no sense. Like how anyone did this to them or how Daryl claims to have been brought here two months ago when he is sure he saw him no more than a day ago. None of it makes sense so he decides to focus on what matters first.]

So Glenn, Maggie and Carol are with you. [He sighs in relief. It's not everyone but it's less people on his mind to worry about per se.]

What other folk? [He asks, before his eyes turn over to food he saw before, nodding. He won't ask about why they're there then, instead just waves his hand to the spam and cheese and then over to the backpack on the floor.] There's all that. I don't know if it'll last. There's more bullets in the bag too.

[He's not sure how many, but it's a small supply compared to anything they had/brought in Alexandria.]

[Daryl glanced over at the girl that had gotten to Carl first. The one who wasn't one of theirs]

People like her.

[But back to the gun situation.]

If that's all you got, we'll have to conserve it. Get you a couple knives. Maybe one of the short spears we been making. Don't know when they'll send down more.

[He glanced around inside the ship.]

You the only one in there at all?

[People like her. He should have known that'd be the answer, so he feels kind of stupid for asking and just bobs his head. Moving on, though. He can agree with Daryl now that he knows knives and stuff are an option.]

Yeah. That makes sense. I was just thinking about taking one of theirs. [He waves at the one or two weapons the mask freaks carried that were on the ground. This is before he turns and walks over to pick up the backpack for something to collect things.]

Uh-huh. I'm the only one.

They're heavy.

[It was Daryl's only word on the weapons the cannibals used. If Carl wanted one, he wasn't going to stop the kid. Just give him fair warning that they weren't quite what any of them had been used to.]

You lucked out on that, too. Last couple ships like this, there were dozen or more extra passengers that didn't make it.

[Could have been a lot worse.]

What's the last thing you remember before waking up in there?

[He gives a raised look as if to say 'really?' to Daryl's comment on how heavy the weapons are, before going along with forgetting about them. Wouldn't do him any good if he couldn't lift let alone swing his weapon anyway, right. He'll just go with the knives the archer mentioned, he thinks to himself. Save all the space in his backpack for the food.

He crinkles his nose a little at the mention of extra passengers that didn't make it. The death of people, strangers or otherwise, never did sit well with him, though. And neither does the image of being sandwiched between facing creepy masked people and about to turn dead people.]

I wouldn't any of this is really lucky, but maybe it's just a little the way you describe it.

[He can agree to that much.

Daryl's next question comes off as a little funny because on one hand there's the two months Daryl just said he was here for, but on the other hand it wasn't so weird as it was not like Daryl would know everything he was doing. He raises his brow.]

Being at home, with Judith. Why?

Cause none of the rest of us can remember being knocked out or dragged here, just something we were doing and then waking up in one of them ships. Trying to see if anyone can remember anything more. Help figure this out.

[It wasn't a problem that Carl can't remember anything in between. No one could.]

From what Carol and Maggie said, most of us were taken around the same time. Just got no memory of being in a forced coma or whatever it was they been doing between the drops.

[Well that certainly answers that. Not a one of them remembers anything and asking anything else about it would only prove to get them going in circles, so nods and switches focus.]

It sounds that way... Anyways, we should get the food, right? And go...

[Well, he doesn't know where they've camped out, but he means to go where ever there is. He's kind of eager to see the others faces again.]

Gonna have to make a couple trips, but yeah.

[Daryl reached over and slightly smushed Carl's hat against his head. Sure it probably came across like him treating the kid like he was a lot younger, but mostly it was Daryl just affirming that Carl was real. That he had another member of his family there to protect.]

Glad to see you.

Even with all of us? Or...the others you spoke of.

[He was about to turn and look back quizzically at the food supply to try get a count how many of them it would it take, but that's when his hat is smushed in front of his eyesight a little. He knows it's a friendly and harmless gesture so he doesn't take personally, but that doesn't mean he won't complain with a-]

Hey! [His hands fly up to straighten the hat up without a thought, but then he kind of huffs with a laugh at the last thing Daryl says. He gets it now.] Yeah. Glad to see you, too.

Yeah. There's only about fifteen of us, counting you.

[He snorted in a rare chance at amusement to Carl's protest. Made the trip out to the ship worth it.]

Come on, let's get this done.

Only fifteen?

[Whoa. He wasn't expecting such a large number, even including himself and Carol, Glenn, and Maggie. He moves though to continue packing whatever he can.]

'Kay. Moving on it.

[Seems to make sense to switch between grabbing cheese and spam, until his backpack is full.]

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