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Danny - The Apartments/Hallway - Rob/Elliot/Emma

He felt someone brush by him, Danny too focused on Aubrey to realize someone had been staring intently at him. He stumbled slightly and glared at Enrique's back, only noticing until after a moment that it was the man he'd come to despise. He stood still for a moment, hand pressed against the wall and feeling as if his throat was being strangled. Not a word could come to his mind, Danny seeing nothing but red. He felt someone grabbing at his arm, squeezing it hard enough to cause pain. He turned to the source of irritation and found Elliot staring back at him, his face stern. He let go of Danny's arm and signed, "Come back down to Earth. Fan's not going to let him stay either, not after what we've told her." Letting out a shaky breath, Danny slowly nodded in understanding.

He turned back to Enrique to see him escorting Aubrey away, shooting them a glance that Danny could only interpret as a challenge. He watched them go for a moment before taking a few defiant steps after them, calling out to Enrique with, "You think I'm fucking afraid of you? Huh?! Shithead!" A heavy sigh from Elliot stopped him from taking any further steps, allowing Enrique and Aubrey their privacy. He turned on Elliot with a shake of his head and signed him an apology.

Likely drawn by the noise, Emma then arrived, looking none-too-pleased about the fighting. Danny allowed himself to relax slightly in her presence, softening his hardened expression and not looking like a raging pit bull for a moment. He allowed her to speak, but what she had to say barely registered with him. To Danny, she was just a kid who really didn't know any better. At the very least, he didn't look angry as he pointed to Rob and nodded. "He's telling the truth. I have watched Enrique kill people right in front of me. I get it, it's real goddamn necessary these days. I'm fucking shit at killing people, yeah, but I fucking get it. I don't know what you think you're implying with Outpost, but--" Danny hesitated, drawing his hand back. He balled his hands into fists, releasing the tension built up inside of him. His mask of anger and rage wavered for a moment, Danny's face twitching with emotion. He moved to rub his hands against his face, looking up at the ceiling to release a tired sigh.

"He almost killed Shannon twice. And then I-- I, the fucking idiot I am... I chased him across a state trying to get you back, Emma, and it all got fucked up. Ah-- fuck me." He couldn't help it. A sudden wave of emotion was overcoming Danny, both embarrassment and an empty, lonely sadness entwined. He was supposed to be stronger than this... better than this. Tears touched at the edge of his eyes, but Danny quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of his sweater, shaking his head as if to shake himself free of the incoming depression. "I'll give you that. It's partly my fault too, but they both have caused people suffering. I can't stand here and listen to you tell me he is a good man. I don't care if he fed you birthday cake, Emma, he still kidnapped you."

Myriah - The Apartments/Myriah's Room - Joe

"Everything is okay," Myriah said adamantly, still leaning into her hand. She shot Joe a withering look from across the room. He'd truly been a nice guy ever since they'd started talking to each other and it pained Myriah to be so evasive with him. If circumstances were different, maybe this could go a different way, but if Myriah just left, things would be easier on everybody. "Go, I promise I'll be out to visit you later, okay?"

 
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Emma - Apartments - Danny/Rob/Elliot

The teenager nodded as Rob spoke. He was right, Enrique was a terrible person. Emma nodded again. As Danny went on, she felt a pang of sadness. He knew exactly how she felt. Shannon and James were dead, Daniel, was dead, half of her friends were dead. Enrique had caused half of it.

"First, I know you look at me like a clueless teenager. Stop it."

"I've killed seven people, so I know who super-duper shitty this world is." She said. "Secondly, I'm not defending him."

"Danny I don't think he's a good man. If you handed me a gun, I'd probably take the shot to kill him." She said, settling with the fact that they'd both missed what she was trying to say. "I know good and well what he's done, and I've heard about the girl too. He and Tyler are the reason my brother is dead. He and Tyler are the reason that half of my friends are dead. Those two guys are the reason why I'm so..." She shrugged, her own tears arising at that point.

"The reason I'm so fucked up." She admitted. "They're the reason why I lay in my bed with a gun under my pillow. They're the reason I can't talk to people without locking up and crying. They're the reason that I flinch every time someone touches me. They're the reason I can't sleep at night!" She released a sigh, a seemingly heavy weight being lifted of her chest as she spoke the words.

"But it's not about Enrique or Tyler or Aubrey. It's about us, it's about what we do. Each decision, from throwing these guys out, to deciding on what shoes you're going to where, affects us. What I was trying to show you was..." She searched for the right words. "They're not the good people. They're pretty crappy people. You're not. You three are good - no, great men."

"I just want you to stay great."

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Enrique listened with his arms crossed and upon hearing Magnus he took in a deep breath. He was caught in a thought about his pseudo-family, The Pack. How he'd lost them all. He thought about the young man he'd know, the one who he trained and treated better than most other people. It made him think about Amanda again. The time he'd had in Outpost had been some of his best since the outbreak started. He was happy there, until it went to shit. He remembered the Pack leaving in a hurry, he remembered snatching Emma. He remembered Rob. He remembered being captured from that convenience store. The confusion. He thought back to those fucking cells, he'd been in one with his pack. He shook himself from his day dream when she stood.

"I've killed..." Enrique said calmly, "Allot actually. More after the infection started but even before that I was good at it. I didnt used to like it, and I dont know if I like it now but I know I've done allot of it. But that's because it's necessary sometimes. You did what you had to do to stay alive. Two of those men out there, the deaf one and the guy who had you cornered, they have seen me soaked in their friends blood. I know why they hate you, and I know the place they hate you from. I was there too. But I was on the inside of those cages, luckily I escaped before knowing what hell Magnus brought to his prisoners. I lost an important person in those cells, just days after loosing the love of my life. He was like you, strong, but young. He didnt beg as they dragged him away but he fought. So did I. But they knocked me out and when I woke up he was gone. After a bit I could hear that poor kid screaming from my cell, it went on for some time, then he stopped screaming..."

Enrique wasnt looking at her anymore, he was beyond this world. He was recalling the boyish face of that blonde young man, the one he'd fought so hard to keep after Amanda. He thought about those two often. They were his family, even if not by a conventional sense. She's dead, he reminded himself, and so is Colton. Neither could come back. Enrique heard the shouting in the hall and thought to move quickly and stab Rudy till he couldnt speak, he grabbed the door handle and prepared to throw it open.

Colton-Helena Outpost-Verona, Scott, Stewart, Damien, Others

Colton stepped out of the vehicle with his rifle on his shoulder. He quietly followed behind Verona who was leading Stewart to Damien's feet. Colton was disappointment by how weak Stewart was. He was crying. Coward. Damien said something that sparked thought in Colton, something very true yet very simple. Colton smirked at the man begging, weak. Verona spoke and Colton dropped his smirk, not smart to show emotion. The way Damien spoke to this man reminded Colton of someone, but that name meant shit anymore. This whole encounter was just Damien toying with the man.

The man tried to convince Damien sparing him meant he could get something. Colton looked at the man disgusted. Fucking coward. Colton happily watched as the boss gave the order to take the man out. He followed with his eyes as the man screamed and pleaded for his life as he was dragged and thrown to the walkers. Colton moved to get a closer look at the creatures tore him limb from limb, ripping into his throat, face, stomach, pulling pieces of him from other pieces. Colton watched as the screaming stopped and the man was nothing but pieces of flesh, an apple fell and landed near him. Colton quickly looked to Damien who was walking away.
 
Aubrey - Apartment room - Enrique

The young woman was relieved to see that Enrique did not have the same reaction as the others. He seemed to be understanding, but there was something in his tone that was slightly off. It mattered little to her though, since she could now relax because at least one of her acquaintances knew what she had done before.

"Hey.. Wh, where are you going?"

Aubrey noticed that he reached for his pocket as he quickly made his way to the door. It must have been because one of the guys had shouted something that she had not really been able to catch. "No! Stop! Hank is out there he can talk to them." She spoke as she watched him reach for the doorknob. He didn't listen though, and went ahead to grab it. That's when something snapped inside of her, and even though she wasn't the best at fighting, Aubrey still smacked Enrique's hand off of the door and pushed him away before locking it from the inside.

"No!"
 
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He was surprised when his hand was smacked, then he was pushed back. This wasnt something he expected, especially from Aubrey. The anger he felt about Rudy shouting at him, and the thoughts of Colton and Amanda pushed him to do what he did next. She locked the door and he angrily pointed a finger at her face.

"You dont tell me what to do," He said angrily, she shoved his finger away and retorted with, "I do what I want."

Enrique pushed her back and reached for the door before she recovered. She came at him with a punch and connected on his jaw, it moved him but it didnt deter him heavily. He simply came back at her and smacked her upside the head with a limp hand. It was hard, force enough to knock her slightly. He grabbed her arm and yanked it so that she flew away from the door. He went for the lock but she jumped on his back and he was pulled backwards by her weight. He quickly grabbed the arms wrapped around his neck and moved so the bed was in front of him. He leaned forward and pulled on her arms throwing her across the bed.

"Eres malo" He said calmly walking so that he was near the door but allowed her time to get in front of it, "Cmon and stop me."

"You havent left yet have you?" Aubrey said as she got in front of him with her hands up. She moved forward and tried to deliver a punch but he easily tucked his head and landed a punch in her stomach. He pushed her back and smirked. He wasnt concerned with Rudy anymore, this was honestly entertaining.

"How the hell have you lived this long?" Enrique said looking at her. She got angry and came at him. He let her hit him. Just to gauge what she had strength wise. It wasnt bad, she needed to learn a real punch. She followed through too much, power came from the backlash. He turned back to her and grabbed her arm before kicking a foot out from under her. She fell to a knee and he put a hand around her throat. He leaned in close and spoke calmly.

"You need to fight smarter," He said, "This was a pitiful fight, and those guys would eat you up in a heartbeat."​
 
Hank - Apartments - Fan

"Yeah, we do," Hank responded to the approaching Fan. She walked without urgency which did not help Hank's current frustration. Instead, it fulled him to meet her halfway and not waste a second more.

"Your gates, that can't be all the protection you have. I think we have to take the time to get out there and blockade some of the roads, the spaces between the buildings. Possibly have a scouting schedule, put people out there to make sure there aren't walkers around the area, or worse............people," Hank suggested, gesturing with his hands so his idea would seem more presentable. Understanding how the world worked outside the confines of a safe space, Hank was determined to possibly work with Fan to secure what he already deemed their new home. His plans did not involve going anywhere else and if he had to fight for what he wanted, he would surely do so.

"I also would like to have our weapons given back to us. We've been here nearly two weeks and there has yet to be any problems. I think we've at least earned that right. I just want to make this work out," Hank added to his thought out list of requests. He wasn't asking for much because they were already given food and shelter - he just wanted that food and shelter secured from possible theft. People out there did not give two damns if you're nice or warmhearted. If you've got something they want, who's to stop them but yourself?

He had a little more to say, but bickering coming from one of the rooms nearby was cutting his speech time down to nothing. He looked over Fan's shoulder and could see a mass amount of people gathered round close to his personal room.

"What's going on over there?" he asked Fan to see if she had any idea. He also understood she wanted to say something as well, but again, his requests were first on his list. Whatever she needed would most likely be done with or without Hank's favor.

 
Aubrey - Apartment room - Enrique

The whole situation was a mess. The fight was stupid, and she was irrationally mad which made her make the stupid decision to actually take on the man in front of her. Her eyes narrowed as Enrique got near her, and for a fraction of a second, Aubrey actually thought of going closer and biting his lip right off of him; but this wasn't the time, place, nor was it that kind of fight. She had gotten what she wanted, which was for him not to go out there and ruin it all for Hank.

"I've been lucky, and not everyone I take on has been in the fucking Army." Her voice was labored as she spoke, her lungs still trying to get enough air. All the meanwhile, Aubrey had begun to tug on Enrique's arm with one hand and with the other, trying to pry his fingers off of her neck. Once she had succeeded, the girl got up and groaned a bit as she rubbed her stomach. "I haven't died yet because I take opportunities. Like the two I had right now. Biting your lip off or punching your balls." With a sarcastic smile, Aubrey leaned over and reached around Enrique, unlocking the door behind him before turning and walking away from him.

"Maybe you can teach me a thing or two before I leave. It'll be a birthday gift." She spoke to him without turning back as she made her way to the room she had slept in that night. She refused to leave the apartment until they had retrieved her weapons. Seeing everyone else would only infuriate her more and Hank had strictly said that they were playing by head people's rules, so therefore, the young woman chose to stay put in a bed fixing her hair.
 
Keane - Fayette

His lungs were burning, his legs ached. Oh how wanted to fall down and die at the current moment. And he would, as soon as he could get away from them. This was all so stupid. He left. He hadn't taken anything. And yet they hunted him. It crossed his mind that this had entirely been Adeline's fault. How stupid of him, how stupid to listen to her pleas to join them. He should of left then. He should of left when he saw them deal with that thief. He should of left when he met that fucking weirdo, the fact that they even put that guy in any position of power was enough to run and never come back.

He should of taken Adeline and ran. He was never meant to be in a large group, why the fuck did he let her change his mind?

And now she was gone, probably dead. God knows what happened to her. How foolish for him to wait that long, hoping for her to come back. To be safe. What was the point of that? All that time spent together and now it was hopeless. What had it gained him? Hope to be later crushed and now being chased for his life.

He leaned against a wall, sweat running down his face. He could rest here for a while. Keep low, hopefully they'll drive right by him. If they even went in the right direction. And then he could get out of this shit hole. And just go back to a nice solitary life. They, especially Ethan could go fuc-

It suddenly became very hard to stand, due to the searing pain in his leg. Which, given the Arrow head protruding through his leggings. He could understand. He stumbled forwards a few steps before his legs collapsed underneath him. His head hit a shelf on the way down. Groaning, he flipped himself the other way.

He took a breath to wail, but he quickly received a knee in the stomach. Knocking the air out of him. He scrapped uselessly against someone's leg.

Ethan stood, crouching on Keane's stomach above him. He seemed to be watching Keane's face curiously. Finally what felt like an eternity to Keane; Ethan frowned. "Well," He slammed a hand onto Keane's leg. Causing him to scream. "Someone has commitment issues" Ethan smashed his hand down again. Keane could only cry softly.

"Think you could run? That's-" Ethan waved a hand in the air as he thought. "Idiotic" He pointed to a crest on his chest. "This is a bond. We work to survive. Together we strive" A hand found itself around Keane's throat. "Think you could use us huh? Use us for a month and then leave like it was nothing!?I'm surprised you didn't leave with your bitch of a partner, wherever she left." Keane felt relief in what, he now reasoned. Was probably his final moments. Perhaps she was still alive.

"We-" Ethan tightened his grip. "Gave you a chance. For forgiveness. To make up for her mistakes" Keane could barely muster the strength to raise his arms. "It's sad really. What a waste you were"

"Just before we expand as well. What a missed opportunity" Ethan seemed lost in thought, his previous anger vanishing. He finally shrugged, "Ah well" he commented. As if this didn't matter any more. Keane tried to kick with his one usable leg.

"Sshsshsshssh, It will all be over soon" Ethan leaned in close. "Your suffering is over" Ethan took an knife out. "I'm being merciful today" he added before he dug the knife into Keane's chest with his spare hand. His other still enclosed around Keane's throat.

As the light faded out of his vision. Keane really only had regret that he could immediately think of. That the last thing he saw wasn't Adeline smiling, but rather the unsettling face of his killer. He could of swore, with his last thoughts. That Ethan had began to hum.
 
John - Morgantown inner gates - Phillip

The sound of opening a gate. Closing it. Gravel thrown around. Wheels burning, tire tracks seen on the ground. Phillip told him that the three of them were just going for some supplies, mainly for the women. They had one of the new men from the new command after Claiborne was killed and ousted. They were currently in a road, but lots of trees around, somewhat stupid thinking about it. Except it wasn't as this wasn't the road to the Wal-Mart, or anywhere into Natchez. "Phillip?... Philip? Où vas-tu?" John stared at Phillip with deep intent on wanting an answer as he gently patted his arm with the back of his hand. For some reason he felt the situation was uncalled for. As he attempted to get it off his mind, the car pulled off to a stop as he turned to Phillip.

"Phillip, what in Hell are you doing? We need to get out of here!" He looked at Phillips agitated state, frightening even John whom thought that he was going to kill Ryan. He tried to wrap his hand around the M9 but he didn't have that chance as he stared at Ryan and Phillip, the ensuing shooting capturing John in a single stance, frozen in place. But as the bullets began flying, he would sink back into the back of the vehicle, keeping quiet the entire time until they reached Morgantown.​
 
Fan - Apartments -Hank


Hank was right about a lot of his suggestions. Fan nodded her head in agreement as the man spoke, Showing little other emotion. She could tell she and Hank had different feelings about the use and threat of people in this new era. However, that was something for a different time. However, the time for them to talk about plans for this place wasn't going to happen. As Hank heard the agreeing, she could place herself in front of the man.

"Alright, I'm not gonna sugar coat this Hank, we have an issue. Long story short. I had a few people come back from a run, turns out they recognized Aubrey. From what I gather, She was apart of a group who torture them, she helped kill people they loved. Elliot's brother died because of these acts. Enrique's not in a good place either. They know him too, and they're also not happy He's here. The three of you are assets, but I can't keep Aubrey. I can't a women here that makes my people feel unsafe. I'm willing to fight for Enrique., but I can't save Aubrey. She has to go, Hank. I'm sorry."

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Tyler and Joselina - Morgantown

Life seemed happy to hand Tyler all the power in the world, no matter how much he may have not wanted it.

In the weeks since he'd arrived in Morgantown, the community had been shaken thoroughly, the lives these people knew thoroughly uprooted. For once, Tyler had nothing to do with all the chaos that surrounded him. It felt almost refreshing not to be at the heart of things, but Tyler knew that if there was any constant in his shitty life, the apocalypse sought to make him the center of attention sooner or later.

Claiborne had been ousted by his former ally, Nathan, ensuring that Morgantown's entire leadership was decimated in just a few short weeks. Tyler had been thankful he wouldn't have Clay breathing down his neck any more, but he felt like throwing up once he learned who Nathan wanted to take over in his place. Of all the people he could have chosen, he chose Tyler, a man who just couldn't stay anonymous. Tyler had even tried to decline, but Nathan had been insistent-- he saw no one else fit for the job. Tyler could have been adamant, or maybe even put Caleb in his place instead, but something about how the position had been offered to him on a silver platter had intrigued Tyler. There was something tantalizing about being a part of the world's easiest coup.

So much easier than it had been at Outpost.

Besides, Tyler had to admit that he liked being in control. He wasn't stupid enough to think he could monopolize everyone - New Orleans had taught him the dangers of his own ego - but he still held a modicum of power that no one else would have. People would listen to him just because they were obligated to. The taste of it was like a fine wine, the kind his wife would have pulled out for their anniversaries what felt like ages ago.

He held control of Morgantown and didn't have to draw a single drop of blood himself to do it. Thing was, he didn't want to draw a single drop to keep it either. He wanted to be good to these people, to create a place where Katie could feel safe. He'd be able to give back to Caleb and Jace for all they'd done for him by giving them an honest community. He'd show even those who hated him from Haywood that he was capable of more than just pain.

Of course, the first order of business was to find Scarlett. She'd gone missing two weeks ago, sent off on a mission by Claiborne. Tyler had worried the mission was an attempt to kill her, but he knew Scarlett was stronger than that. She was likely still out there, not willing to return to Morgantown. She likely suspected that Sam had been killed by Clay much like the rest of them had. She would certainly come back if she learned that Tyler was the one in control now, right? Tyler could only hope.

Unfortunately, a few of the old Morgantown residents seemed scared of him, as if he naturally gave off an intimidating feeling. Maybe he did. He'd tried to establish a connection with the residents, but some of them had managed to avoid him. There was one woman who had arrived a few weeks ago as well, but Tyler had only seen fleeting glances of her. He'd managed to get a few people to say she was just quiet and kind of strange, but that sounded like music to Tyler's ears. Brad had been one of the strangest people Tyler had ever met, and yet he'd turned out to be the most loyal guy Tyler had ever known. It was not entirely hard to mold people into what you needed them to be, especially if they were not particularly assure of themselves in the first place.

He managed to corner her eventually, finally forcing a meeting out of the woman in one of the school hallways. He wasn't even sure if she'd seen him up to this point, but no doubt she was seeing him now. He doubt he looked like much; just a tired man with a ragged look and a bad leg. He stared at her with soft eyes, realizing she seemed incredibly familiar. The feeling gripped at his gut like a vice, the feeling so strong that Tyler had to figure this was someone he'd at least met before, but where?

He held out a hand, not realizing it was shaking. "I'm Tyler, the new leader around here."

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Two weeks.

Two weeks, everything had changed.

Not just for the citizens of Morgantown, the local community's organization being turned on it's head in just a few critical moments, but seemingly for everyone. Each day, each passing hour, each passing minute, each passing second meant a whole plethora of different events happening across what was once a proud and bold country. Underneath the confines of her mask, underneath the shell of madness, Joselina could feel herself being in tuned with this aura of constant change, seeing the broken, battered, and maimed bodies left in the streets, their carcass barely distinguishable to be human any more. Occasionally, she would even see herself, and flinch in fear, staring at the horrid abomination she had morphed into over mere months.

For two weeks, Joselina was barely considered a member of Morgantown upon first glance. Every since the schism with Mel and her followers, the muzzled, deranged brunette had little reason to stay in the community. Many citizens paid little attention to the wanderer, and to be brutally frank, those that did were truthfully afraid of the psychopath. Who wouldn't, after all, with the plentiful amount of scars, strange, inhuman muzzle, and strained eyes like that of some feral, savage animal that made Joselina an imposing woman at six foot. Truth be told, the insane individual almost preferred it that way, enjoying to venture out on her own, happily returning back to Morgantown with plentiful supplies to trade and commit basic levels of commerce to hopefully establish some relations with the locals.

With no weapons to her name outside of a rusty and empty Mosin-Nagant rifle she often used as both a club and walking stick, the isolated woman stood near the gates of Morgantown, dealing with a few residents here and there, trying to ignore their uneasy glares and quivering lips. With half entire jawline bounded like some unruly bitch, Joselina acquire a knack over the years for examining another's physical gestures and reactions. She knew, despite her seemingly schizophrenic personality, how people acted towards her and what they were somewhat thinking. If anything, her veil of insanity, whilst all so real, often worked in Joselina's favor, whether it be intentionally or unintentionally.

So when a certain man approached her with a hand extended outwards, the bloodthirsty yet extremely reckless drifter felt herself taken aback. A gesture? From a man so familiar as well, with soft eyes Joselina swore she had seen before. An awkward pause loomed in the air, the woman, wearing nothing but a black spaghetti top and blue jeans tilting her head curiously. Along her arms, the scars were heavily visible, some of which looked more like burn marks from Tyler's angle, these markings and engravings appearing more artificial than accidental. The most noteworthy of these was one lingering at the base of her neck, though once again from Tyler's angle, this "tattoo" of sorts was hard to detail.

Intently and curiously, Joselina reached for Tyler's hand, squeezing it firmly, the muzzled woman growing uncomfortably close. There, she just stood there, staring lightly up at Tyler, her chestnut eyes static and unfaltering.

"Hiii...."

Her voice was as ghastly as a phantom, her pale skin covered in filth, grime, and pain was as ghastly as a phantom, and above all else, Joselina herself felt like a phantom.

A phantom of the past.

A monument of sins.

Tyler's outstretched hand felt like a sudden unwanted entity. It twitched slightly, Tyler almost feeling sick as the strange woman took her time responding. He wanted to pull it away like he'd been scalded, take a few running steps back and put some distance between him and this curious woman. He felt overwhelmingly small, caught up in a feeling of nostalgia that rocked him to his core. The feeling was nauseating, as if his stomach wanted to heave up the vile feelings pooling in his stomach.

His eyes went wide as the woman finally took his hand, squeezing it about as roughly as he expected from this woman. The silence between them stretched further, leaving Tyler with nothing to do but examine the woman intensely. Her eyes were unmistakable; both intense and paralyzing, they were eyes Tyler had no doubt seen before. Her pale skin looked darker under the filth, Tyler's gaze slowly travelling down to examine every visible part. Scars, maybe even burns, determined a life full of painful memories. This woman had been through so much, but of course, who hadn't these days?

It was when she spoke, her frail voice echoing behind the mask, that Tyler felt something akin to a punch to his gut. He pulled away from the woman, ending their handshake suddenly. He stared at her, unblinking, not entirely sure if this wasn't a ghost he was staring at. "You..." was all he could manage for the moment, his mouth feeling dry, as if something distasteful had lodged itself inside his throat. This moment - this chance meeting - was no mere coincidence. Someone out there had a sick sense of humor. To be handed such a position, only to then run into this phantom of the past, could only be the work of some asshole higher being.

Joselina, or Bitch as the men who had sold her had dubbed her, was supposed to be dead. Tyler could recall those final moments in the catacombs where he had so desperately fought for those women in his care. They had been... were supposed to have been the future, but they had been reduced to mere gore across the stone walls of that underground complex. Not a single one had been rescued, but perhaps it was not impossible for a few to have made it out alive. Did that mean one of the pregnant ones still lived, carrying a child that was supposed to be his?

"Fuck!" Tyler doubled over, clasping his hands over his eyes. His body shook, but Tyler did not know if it was from rage or despair. It had all been a desperate and lost cause. He had been an idiot, drunk on power and thinking he had some kind of ability to change the world. It all turned to shit, proving to the former raider leader that such ambitions were the thoughts of ultimately delusional men. All the better that some of the women survived to be free of him, but what about the one that stood before him? The one with the word "Bitch" branded to the back of her neck, a woman who had seemed too broken for even Tyler to touch.

He needed to get a hold of himself. Memories of the anger management class he'd taken so long ago drifted into his head, leading him toward taking a moment to breathe deeply. He slowly straightened his back, standing with his eyes closed and imagining something both calming and tangible. Katie usually did the trick. After a few moments, Tyler lowered his hands and opened his eyes, taking in the phantom once again. He knew what had to be done.

"You need to leave," he said, not daring to take a step closer to this woman. He didn't know if she recognised him or cared, but he could not allow this entity of his past to stick around. Especially not with Katie around. "I will give you supplies and you will leave Morgantown. You are to never come back."

For Joselina, the reaction of the familiar man was to be expected. She had grown use of her horrid, nightmarish appearance spurning off others. Not only that, but the muzzled woman was not prideful enough to deny her own inabilities as a human, walking a thin line between madness and savagery. From her constraints and bindings, the psychopath found unsavory pleasure in this ruined world, enjoying the anarchic freedom it brought to an extent, reveling in the utter disarray of society. Ironically, it was that same anarchy that brought her to her knees, that scarred her and almost ruined her identity as a whole, with the only fragments of her former self being a small, tattered teddy bear hugging at her waistline.

With her dark eyes furrowing into a brow, the feral inhuman snarled viciously, kicking back upon the earth, gripping her Mosin-Nagant rifle with a trembling fury. Dark thoughts raced into her wild mind, thoughts of crimson and blood dancing like that of a beautifully terrible ballroom filled with the most elegant of dancers. All the world's a stage, and to Joselina, the actors within it were easily disposable if need be, fearing little repercussions or sense of morality. With one fell swoop, the six foot deranged individual raised her archaic bolt-action rifle, wildly chomping and thrashing underneath the confines of her muzzle.

Of course, to the trained eye, the rifle was empty, but looking down the barrel of a firearm often skewed normal senses.

"You... affraaaid...?" Joselina rasped, her voice shallow, weak, and croaky, as if it was barely hanging onto a thread. Approaching slower with her rifle aimed at Tyler, the wanderer grew nearer and nearer, her wide eyes running through a wide arrange of emotions. While Joselina could not remember Tyler due to the severe unspeakable trauma she endured, the Hispanic was not keen on authority, recalling how she awoken in the midst of the dead and dying, her chains broken and her freedom awaiting at the end of some damp, dark hallway.

Raising her rifle briefly, Joselina forced her muzzle towards Tyler's chin, making an odd set of clicking sounds, her tongue slapping against the roof of her mouth, her dirty bangs hovering over her filthy face, eyes of a lost soul beaming into the very man that forged Joselina into who she was today.

"Whaat maakes yoou... thiink... I won't... come back?" Joselina openly defied, gripping at Tyler's collar, abruptly coughing due to her usually long spill of words. "I-I-I... a-alwaaays... c-cooome baaack...."

Tyler stared the rifle down, chest heaving in confusion and anger, teeth bared in a glare that stared deep into this woman's eyes. He made no move to strike her or the weapon in her hand out of the way, only standing with his arms rigidly at his sides and his hands twitching in anticipation. His chin raised up on instinct as the rifle's muzzle pressed against his neck, his eyes peering down at Joselina without fear.

Did she not deserve this? Was this not what he deserved?

He flinched as the woman grabbed at his collar, pulling him forward so that the raw stench of her filth wafted over him. "I don't think anything," Tyler said, his voice barely above a whisper. He sounded so quiet compared to Joselina's rasping. His right hand began rising, Tyler hoping to not set the wild woman off. "I have a daughter who needs me. She's just a little girl. This isn't something you want to do--"

Tyler's hand shot up the rest of the way, his hand slamming into Joselina's hand holding the rifle. As she was pushed to the side, Tyler took a harsh step to the side and pulled out of her grip. Joselina stumbled backward a step or two, her mind too frazzled to interpret a counter to this action. Tyler made use of the hesitation and reached out to grab the woman's rifle from her grip. He pulled the weapon away and threw it away from both of them, the gun skidding across the ground until it rested into the wall.

Seething, Tyler flexed his hands and stared Joselina down. "You know what? Do what you want, it's the least you deserve. But you stir any shit or fuck with things here? You will regret it. You will die. No matter what you think you can do." Letting out a staggered breath, Tyler turned briskly and left Joselina where she stood.
 
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Aubrey - Apartment room - Enrique

The whole situation was a mess. The fight was stupid, and she was irrationally mad which made her make the stupid decision to actually take on the man in front of her. Her eyes narrowed as Enrique got near her, and for a fraction of a second, Aubrey actually thought of going closer and biting his lip right off of him; but this wasn't the time, place, nor was it that kind of fight. She had gotten what she wanted, which was for him not to go out there and ruin it all for Hank.

"I've been lucky, and not everyone I take on has been in the fucking Army." Her voice was labored as she spoke, her lungs still trying to get enough air. All the meanwhile, Aubrey had begun to tug on Enrique's arm with one hand and with the other, trying to pry his fingers off of her neck. Once she had succeeded, the girl got up and groaned a bit as she rubbed her stomach. "I haven't died yet because I take opportunities. Like the two I had right now. Biting your lip off or punching your balls." With a sarcastic smile, Aubrey leaned over and reached around Enrique, unlocking the door behind him before turning and walking away from him.

"Maybe you can teach me a thing or two before I leave. It'll be a birthday gift." She spoke to him without turning back as she made her way to the room she had slept in that night. She refused to leave the apartment until they had retrieved her weapons. Seeing everyone else would only infuriate her more and Hank had strictly said that they were playing by head people's rules, so therefore, the young woman chose to stay put in a bed fixing her hair.
Enrique - Apartment Room - Aubrey
"Thanks for not damaging the goods" Enrique chuckled "Sorry about your neck. I get carried away sometimes."

She moved to her room and he looked her over and listened to her. She mentioned her birthday and he perked up a bit.

"Then I suppose I can teach you some stuff, basics given that your planning on leaving and all. It's gonna be some hurt if you wanna get good, but I wont be beating you down. Strength wise you're not doing bad but it's about delivery of that strength. Your arm swings too far, you wanna be quick in and out."

He demonstrated a few punches in the air. Quick and he kept his toes on the floor moving quickly. He had a smile, he may have been giving advice on fighting in order to stay alive but it was nice. He thought it was nice to calm down a bit. He remembered someone he knew from where his parents lived.

"I knew this guy Gary, he was a boxer, tough fucker. But Gary is dead as hell now. So dont think just knowing some moves is gonna save you. It's more about being smart."

He leaned against a dresser and thought about it.

"You dont need to leave. If you stay then I can teach you allot more than just fighting, I can teach you tactics. It may not seem important but it'll help when clearing a room or building, that and you'll know how to combat people as opposed to biters."​
 
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Aubrey - Apartment Room - Enrique

The young woman had watched Enrique with amusement as he seemed to become interested in showing her how to fight. She took mental notes of what he said, but she knew that taking notes and actually practicing were two different things.

It was unfortunate that he wanted her to stay though. Although she had come to find out that he was a good companion, and loyal so far, she still couldn't shake off the feeling of wanting to leave. Aubrey frowned as she looked over at him and shook her head, feeling a great deal of sadness even though their tone at the moment was happy.

"I can't stay. The people here won't understand that I actually do feel sorry. If I don't go, I'll end up dead here, and I'm not exactly ready for that." She took a deep breath in and sighed, turning back to look at herself in the mirror as she finished with her braid.

"I'm giving them about ten more minutes to give me my weapons, if not, they'll regret it."
 
Skyler - Abandoned Home Depot (Parking Lot) - Everyone

Skyler was tired, her feet quietly scraping against the ground while she walked. Blue hair was messily braided behind her, and the old sack she carried was worn. The solid black half-top she was wearing was simple, stopping right where her last rib resided, and the dark green jacket covered her sleeves nicely. She wore a pair of dark-washed skinny jeans and a pair black hiking boots that she managed to find a while back. Her paddle was in her hands, the familiar smoothness of metal comforting.

Looking around, she noticed an old hardware store, and looking a bit closer she could see a man standing on top with what looked like a long stick - wait, no, that's a gun. Almost immediately after noticing the weapon, the blue-haired girl ducked behind an old car. Looking over the ridge of the cars engine hood, she was glad to see she hadn't caught his attention yet. After waiting for a little bit, she looked again, happy to see the brief moment of the stranger heading to the backside.

She eyeballed the building once more, her imagination taking a spin at what was inside. Perhaps there was an abandoned stash of cool stuff in there? Perhaps there were some delicious snacks in there like, dare she say it, peanut butter? Licking her lips at the thought of the nutty goodness, she was tempted to make a run for it, but was pulled back a bit when another thought crossed her mind.

What if there are people in there?

The thought brings up a good point, what if she was about to head directly to her death? If there were people there, then it's very likely that there are guns there as well, something in which could possibly kill her. Or even worse, what if these guys were like some sort of slave-trading business, and they were in need of fresh meat? Ahh, all of this thinking was making her head start to hurt, and shaking her head a bit, Skyler made a simple resolve.

Screw it, she thought to herself, as she dashed towards the back of building, using peanut butter as a silent motivation. She stopped in front of a door, knocking very loudly. "Is there any peanut butter- ack- I mean, is there anybody here?" Waiting for a reply, Skyler hoped to whatever higher being is out there that she didn't just get herself killed.

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Matt - Home Depot - Skyler/Others

He couldn't decide just yet. Whether the last month had been good or bad. If destiny had been kind to him or kicked him to the curb. In fairness, there really wasn't much he couldn't complain about the situation. If he could, he would keep Jess around with him for a long time. A mother with a baby let you get into any place it seems. As long as you dealt with the biters anyhow.

It was something about people, they couldn't let a mother and child into harms way. And as long as you pretended to be a father....well.

It was easy, wasn't it?

He grumbled to himself, it was good to be here on the roof. Even if Abram was on the other side, it was at least away from the others. They were no use to him right now.

He closed his eyes, it was the moments of silence he enjoyed. Where he could pretend that everything was normal. Where he could forget all the things he had done. All the things that he would probably have to do. Where there wasn't something threatening his life.

This was sadly interrupted by the knock on the door below. His eyes snapping open, He peered over. Grimacing at the sight of the blue-haired girl. Once again, it seemed. That reality was taking a vacation. He let out a breath. He had raised his gun, but lowered it. No matter all instincts he had gotten over the last twelve months. It was hard to take a teenage girl seriously. Especially one holding a paddle.

"What do you want" He announced, watching her inquisitively. "What business do you have here?"

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Rose and Isabelle Turner - Walgreens

It felt as if the woman could not get enough oxygen into her lungs. Her daughter clung onto her arm as they both shook in fear, hiding behind the pharmacy counter in the Walgreens that they had chosen to seek refuge in.

Both mother and daughter had found shelter in a Walgreens only a few blocks from from the Inn that they had stayed at before. What had happened to the rest of her family was unknown. For now, she just had to be grateful that her daughter had made it out alive, even if they had just been cornered into the store by a herd of the undead. They had decided to go out and peek around to where the Inn was, hoping that they could find any other survivors, but hadn't even gone half a block down when the undead began to creep out of alley ways and random streets.

"Mommy, I want daddy." Bella's voice rang clear in Rose's ears which caused her to snap back to reality. The mother reached over and hugged her daughter close and she shushed her quietly. "Don't worry baby. Once they forget about us, we'll leave and find him."

Rose knew it wouldn't be easy. She knew she could even be lying at this point, but there was always hope. False hope, maybe, but hope nonetheless.
 
Skyler - Abandoned Home Depot - Matt


"What do you want," Skyler looked up at the man who spoke, a bit surprised at the fact that he was on the roof and not the door. Well, he didn't look too scary, seeing as he wasn't pointing a gun at her.

"Ah, well you see, I-"
"What business do you have here?"

Oh! This is one of those moments where her sack could come in handy. Swinging it around in front of her, she started to talk to the man from above. "Well, you see, I was wondering if perhaps me and your group could... do some trading? I have..." Looking into her sack, she didn't see much, but seeing as she just used trading as an excuse, she took out a chocolate bar, one of her prized possessions.

Thank you, cheap gas-station miles away...

"I have three chocolate bars I'm willing to trade for a jar of peanut butter." Her tone was serious, but in all honesty she only had three chocolate bars, and really nothing else food-wise, so if they didn't take the deal (or even worse, they didn't have peanut butter) then it would be the appropriate time for her to leave.

Smiling at the man, she tried to make herself look tough and confident, puffing out her chest a little and trying to narrow her eyes, which resulted in the crinkling of her nose...altogether it was a pretty weird expression, but of course she wouldn't know that.

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Matt - Home Depot - Skyler/Others

Matt blinked. He must have been going soft the last month, because honestly the only thing he did was make a small sound that probably sounded like a pigeon fainting. "Uh..." He scratched his neck. He felt, somewhere inside him. Pity. For this blue-haired girl. He even thought she was trying to look big. Which, was a weird thing to do while He stared down at her.

"Shit, wait there for a moment" He finally announced, before disappearing behind the ledge.

After a minute, The door she was standing in front of opened slightly. Matt's head peaked out. "You are alone yeah? I won't hesitate to kill you if I think something is suspicious right?" Matt hissed, but somewhat without conviction. The door opened up. "Come in..." Matt stepped back. His gun, not pointing at her but still somewhat raised. "Slowly, with hands raised up. Drop the paddle!......and tell me your name" His eyes focused on her, this wasn't what he was expecting at all. Why couldn't it be some dirty survivor threatening his life.

This had to be a trap. And yet here he was. "Slowly....."

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Aubrey - Apartments/On the Road

"It's been nine and a half minutes.."

Aubrey looked over at Enrique who had gone into more detail about some self defense. She smiled at him before standing up and walking over to him, hugging him without warning. She'd probably get hell for it, or maybe even shoved away, but she didn't care. She hardly showed affection, but she needed to let him know that everything he did for her, she truly appreciated. Whether he hugged her back, she cared very little. Without warning again, she let go of the man and shut the door behind him, then made her way in front of the mirror. They had yet to give her her weapons back and she wasn't about to leave the premises unarmed. "Don't shout," she warned Enrique as she turned and took a pillowcase off of a pillow before wrapping it around her hand, and with a swift and smooth movement, she swung at the mirror and shattered it into several pieces.

"I'll see you again," she muttered to Enrique as she quickly grabbed a fairly large shared and wrapped it in the pillowcase, then shoved it into the back part of her jeans and covered it with her shirt and jacket that they had given her.

Aubrey was sure she had little time so she made no eye contact with Enrique and walked around him out of the room, making sure to grab her backpack, then quickly made her way into the hall before anyone could go in and check. If they heard, the glass breaking would've been muffled, but she knew someone in the group would've been curious.

"Well, since I came to the decision of leaving, and nothing has happened, I'm going to do y'all the favor of escorting myself out!" Aubrey's tone was sarcasm at its finest as she clapped her hands and turned on her heel, walking away from the bunch. She was completely over the group, and had it with the glares. "Letting a teenager leave, and on her birthday nonetheless! How proud everyone should be." By now, she was well on her way to the front gates, ignoring any shouts or comments said her way. "Since you all see me as a murderous bitch and nothing less, then a murderous bitch I shall be."

The young woman held her hands up, in a none threatening gesture as she walked up to the gates, knowing that she could be shot at any moment. They couldn't keep her captive if she wanted to leave, right? Right.

With a sarcastic smile, she thanked the people letting her out, keeping her hands held up as she walked out and down the street. "Alllllright." Her voice was quiet as she walked up to one car and checked the doors; locked. She did the same to a car across from it. Locked. Shrugging, Aubrey took a few steps back before lunging a spartan kick at the car and setting off its alarm. She moved as fast as her feet could carry her and did the exact same to the other car she had checked, setting off its alarm as well. It would draw in all of the walkers near by, which was a small yet satisfying version of revenge.

With a small, cocky wave, the blonde turned on her heel and sprinted off into the nearest street, running back the way they had come as she had remembered that there was an Academy about three or four miles back.
 
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Skyler - Abandoned Home Depot - Matt

"Shit, wait there for a moment." Oh snap, Skyler wasn't expecting her expression to work that well. Packing her stuff back into her bag, she did as was said, waiting until said man opened the door, his head peaking out.

"You are alone yeah? I won't hesitate to kill you if I think something is suspicious right?"

Why did that sound like a question? Sarcastically, the youth replied. "Yes, I'm sure that if I make one wrong move you'll shoot a bullet through my head." She didn't answer the question directly, after all she might need to bluff her way out of this if all hell breaks loose.

Suddenly, the door opened. "Come in..." The man stepped back, his gun clearly visible to her. "Slowly, with hands raised up. Drop the paddle!......and tell me your name."

"Whoa, hold on, I never said I was coming in." Skyler put her hands up, but she didn't drop the paddle as she took a couple steps back. "For one, how do I know that the minute I enter your little hooligan place, unarmed out of all things, you won't just tie me up and sell me to the highest bidder? For two, you can't just demand for somebody's name when you won't give your own, so no. You can go get the peanut butter, I'll stay right here." Just like when you go door-to-door for fundraising, the number one rule to surviving is not to go into stranger's houses, or, in this case, stores.

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