The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined [March to Death]

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Hank - On the Road/Town - Enrique and Turisa

"That'll work. You can get to higher ground, on a building maybe, keep an eye out. We don't have any way of communication, just our voices and weapons. If you see anything, anyone who isn't us, you shoot - we'll hear it. Me and Turisa will search any stores and vehicles, there's bound to be something useful," Hank instructed as he continued down the road with his hands on his belt. He looked straight ahead, never wavering from the mission.

Above them, the sun evaded the clouds and shined brightly upon the three. Its heat waves struck down from atop and seemed to burn each individual's skin cells right off their muscles. Hank brushed off the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, squinting his eyes so the light doesn't irritate them.

With the town still out of sight, the group continued their struggles. "I know it seems difficult right now, this situation. But we've been through worse. That guy back there (he spoke of Claiborne) made a vital mistake," Hank started, pausing his little interactive speech dramatically.

"........He didn't kill us."
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Abram - On the Road/Van - Heather, Jon and Jess

Tapping on the steering wheel with his index fingers, Abram looked through the open window gap into the empty streets abroad. His mind was on the group that left towards the town. In his mind, Hank was becoming dangerous - not only endangering his own life, but that of the groups. How? Well, his vision and actions implied that he would kill anyone to keep his people alive. Thing was, Abram was unsure who his people were.

Abram looked over at Jon who now sat in the passenger's seat. Then he turned to the ladies in the back, making sure they were preoccupied with themselves. Upon turning back to Jon, he scooted a bit closer to the man. "You see it too correct?" he asked him in a light tone in regards to Hank's sudden bestial rages.

"Aiming for that girl, not letting Joe come with us.................................we could be next. I do not want to hurt anyone. I don't want to leave him behind, but we can't have blood on our hands anymore. That's NOT who were supposed to be. Back in Baton Rogue we....." Abram paused, recollecting the memories of the events that unfolded during the battle.

".....we fought your people. We had to save ours, and we killed yours. There are no words that could make up for our actions. I am not asking for your forgiveness. But I want you to know that I know what I've done. Seeing Samantha back there opened my eyes to much more. I know there is light in this world," he said, giving a glance back at Jess' child Benjamin.

"But we must prevent having to kill people. There are other ways, and you know this Jon. I want you to help me. Help me fix Hank. Floyd and Heather, they say he was a good man and I believe this to be true. We just have to bring him back. He reminds me of an old friend of mine.......the man was a good leader, a soldier, brother and friend. I miss him dearly....."
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Hank - On the Road/Town - Enrique and Turisa

Upon reaching the small town, walkers already roamed the seemingly abandoned town. Without time wasted, Hank ran towards the side of a local store, hiding on its wall with Turisa and Enrique. He peeked outward and gazed at the surroundings. Turning back to the others, he took a knee and took a breath before speaking.

"There aren't many of them. We stay close and take them out, use our knives, no gunfire - we don't want to attract anymore of them. There seems to be a two story office building there on the left, once we take these walkers out, Enrique will move to the second floor and provide cover. If you see anybody and have the shot, you don't hesitate. Like I said earlier, Turisa and I will scavenge the other stores and look for food, water and gas.

Hank then stood up and pulled out his small blade. "Now," he commanded, quickly rushing out there in a silent jog after the walkers. There were about seven to eight of them, but they were scattered around not bunched up together. Staying close to the deserted vehicles, Hank sneaked up behind on of the dead and jabbed his knife through the back of the beast's skull. Hank aided it's body to the ground before going after another one.
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Alvey - Sleep Inn - Rose, Edward and Children

Upon hearing Rose's concern, Edward was fast to respond in attempt to ease her worry. "In that case, we will send Rick with you. He doesn't have much experience out there, but it's best that he learns now instead of later."

"I'd rather take my boy, Rick talks too much. Fucking guy can't keep his mouth shu-"

"Mr. Turner please!" Edward erupted, putting his hands to his nose bridge. Alvey let his head lean towards an elbow and smiled at the man before starting to laugh. He scratched his beard then ran his hand through his hair.

"Language, yes, yes," Alvey played, turning to his wife before putting his hands on her shoulders and squeezing them a bit as to massage them. Slowly he started to guide her towards the room.

"So can I tell Rick that he will be joining you?" Edward asked as Alvey and his family made their way down towards their room.

"Sure, just put tape over his mouth beforehand Edward."

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Upon reaching the room, Alvey was quick to drag his duffel bag from under the bed start packing. He opened the drawer to the night table and pulled out his loaded handgun, putting it in the back of his belt. Upon looking up at his wife, he could see the brewing look of disapproval. Sighing, Alvey scratched his eyebrow before giving her a warm smile. He then extended his hands for her to come to him, which she did. Slowly he ran his hands up the side of her arms until they were placed on her cheeks, which made her close her eyes in playful discomfort.

"I'll be fine," he said, giving her a quick little kiss. He moved his hands down to the side of her neck which allowed her to open her eyes. Alvey looked straight into them without blinking.

"Don't worry please, you make me worry. I'll be just fine, I always am."

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[Hell Hound Woof]

Enrique-The Town-Hank and Turisa

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Enrique followed Hank and Turisa into the town, he did as was instructed and stayed silent as they moved. Hank picked up his pace and moved to the side of a building looking at some of the walkers down the road. Enrique hugged the wall and readied his axe, he didnt like the reanimated being so close. Hank told Enrique to head up to the second story of a small office building a short ways away from where they were, he could cover them from there. The trio moved up on the small gang of corpses quietly, Enrique went on a wide route and brought his axe above his head on one of the stragglers. He swung and cut through its skull.

"I'll see you two in a bit," Enrique said as he began his run, "Be smart."

He took another one out then sprinted for his designated location. He got inside and swung the glass door open before climbing the stairs to the second floor. He noticed a walker at the top of the stairs and stopped halfway up. He tapped his axe against the wall to get it's attention and let it begin walking towards him. After the first step it's leg gave out and the corpse tumbled down the stairs. It's head smacked sharply against the stairs.

Enrique climbed the stairs to the second story and watched as Hank and Turisa moved through the streets. He pulled out his pistol and set his axe on the floor as he knelt. He checked all the roofs he saw in front of him, every corner, every shambler near or far. He was very careful to keep his friends in his vision.​

 

[Chewy Rabbits]

Mel - Morgantown Outskirts - Nathan, Riley
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She scoffed. "Sure as hell could have fooled me. Earlier I was right about to deck him right in his smug face for daring to slap me. Came to his defense pretty damn quickly for someone not his buddy."​

"Neither did I. That's what I went to him for, I wanted to know the truth. The gate guards tried their best to lie about it, I'm sure, but c'mon. Ya can't hustle a hustler." Mel gestured at herself. "So you say this now that he isn't here with us. You didn't say shit at the meeting that ended with both of ya kicking me down a peg in the community I helped fucking form! Sure could have been nice to have you speak up then but you did nothing! Clay's a lot of damn things...but not a coward."​

"So what if he is? I'm not a scout. Not a real one, anyways." She shot a glance over to Riley. "And again, thanks for expressing your distrust of Clay behind his back, instead of you know, somewhere a hell lot more useful. Like in front of everyone! C'mon man, I didn't even go to proper school and I know that much. All it takes for a dictator to take the helm is for good people to do nothing." Mel lifted her chin, staring coldly at Nathan. "Yeah, I don't want that. Too little, too late, don't ya think?"​

"You're joking, right?" She coughed out, looking incredulously at one of the co-leaders. "Look, even if I wanted to find the guy. If that group he was with wasn't going to shoot first before, they sure as heck are now that Clay went and did whatever the hell he did. I'm not keen to get shot."​

"I'd rather not die for that chance, if at all possible." She deadpanned.​

"..." She sighed, running a hand through her hair before slinging her baseball cap on.

"...do ya think you can track his ass, wherever the hell he is? You're the scout after all."

@Akashi @TheSpringwoodSlasher​

Riley-Morgantown Outskirts-Mel, Nathan

Riley for the most part kept his two-cents to himself after speaking his own mind on the situation. Mel was the one who had the bigger beef with Clay and the like. He was just Mel's weird partner who wore a different variety of masks.

As both sides continued to go back and forth, Riley paused as Mel addressed him near the end.

"I...I could try? Joe and the people he got saddled up with got away so fast, wasn't much time to track down where they may have been going. Wasn't made too easy by the fact that their leader seemed a bit too gun-happy." He murmured, sounding just a bit frustrated. He had mused the thought of where Joe was now and again. Now that the task to try and find him was now finally set before him, he didn't have much of an idea on where to start.

Thankfully, Nathan seemed to have that under wraps somewhat. "Well, if you have an idea on where we should go, then best get to it. Dunno what kind of shape Joe's in and the longer we waste time sitting around, who knows what'll happen in the meantime. The leader of that group didn't seem like a nice man at all.."

@Akashi @C.T.​

 

[Klutzy Ninja Kitty]

Lia - Fallout Shelter - Joe
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Sighing, Lia began to gather a bag of things and whistled for Renegade to follow them out of the shelter. "Yeah, I wouldn't be so quick to say that. There aren't that many good people in the world anymore, and if there are any, they usually end up dead." Like Becky.

Following after Joe, Lia allowed him to kill the corpses and followed him to the car. When he told her to get inside and drive, she nodded and made sure to climb in once Renegade was safely seated inside. "Not that I'm complaining, but why would you rather have me drive?" she questioned.
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@Josh M​

 

[Josh M]

Joe - the road - lia



"Why? Just in case we see a small heard or something. So I can bail and you can take off."

Joe took a seat in passengers seat. Looking put the window for a while as Lia dove,he would turn to Lia. Joe would seem rather tired in his voice

"Look. I know the good people are dead, that doesn't mean shit, Lia. Before all this, I was a piece of shit. I'll admit it. I lied, I slept with different women every night, I was a shit to my fans and family a like. Hell, I was just a cold as you are. But, you can't be like that anymore. So I changed. Doing the right thing isn't easy, and it gets you killed, but most things do get you killed now a days, you just choice how you want to live. I have you back Lia, always have. But I know you don't have mine, all the time.

Joe stopped, and again, looked at the window.

"Look, you're the only one I got. I need to know if I can trust you. I need to know you'll trust me. So do you?"

@Klutzy Ninja Kitty

 

[SheriffLlama]

Emma - Apartment/Vicinity of Building

As Emma stepped to the bottom of the stairs, she heard voices making small talk. She was about to finish the descent and join those already awake, but then felt a bit of anxiety. For two whole months, she'd spoken to one person, whom she'd later shot in the head. Then, all in one day, she'd found Danny and met his new group, then been introduced to a second new group within the hour.

As her boot lingered above the carpet of the first floor, she decided against going down and making small talk with the others. It wasn't like they needed her there anyways. The first thing she would do would do when she stepped into the room was decide how to kill everyone else. It was both a good and a poor habit she'd picked off of Enrique and Trey.

She swiveled on her heel and went back up the stairs, walking to her apartment room, and shouldering her bag. She pulled the window sill up and stepped out onto the fire escape, looking down into the alley. Satisfied that it was empty, she went down the metal stairs. Instead of dropping the ladder, she dropped down with a perfect landing. On the exit of the alley that led to the front of the apartments was blocked by two large dumpsters. On the opposite end was a large brick wall, about ten feet high. She decided that the dumpster would be to noisy to climb, and turned towards the wall.

She got a decent run, then placed her foot on the wall and jumped up, grabbing the wall with her hand. As she easily pulled herself up and over the wall, she thanked her mom for convincing her to take eleven years of gymnastics. She landed on the other side.

She checked and saw the street was void of any undead. She turned to the right, seeing a grocery store down the road among a couple other buildings. She lightly jogged to the grocery store, pushing the door inwards and stepping inside. She quickly checked inside and made sure she was alone. Unfortunately, she also found that the store was vacant of any supplies, as well as walkers.

She walked to the counter were the cash register sat, jumping over it and looking around for anything that might be useful. She looked on the shelves under the counter, hoping maybe to see a pistol. Instead, she saw a rat, which drew a startled yelp from her lips. The rat ran away and disappeared under the door. She sighed and shook her head, then saw what lay behind the rat.

There was a glass bottle of some kind of alcohol, a lighter, a roll of duct tape, and a box cutter. In any other place, the combination would've made someone look very suspicious. She grabbed the stuff and set it on the counter, jumping up and sitting on the counter, crossing her legs as they hung in the air. She took the bottle, uncorked in, and sniffed the inside. She wrinkled her nose at the sour smell, then put bottle to her lips. She tipped it and took a sip, but coughed, then spit the contents to the floor. She now realized why her dad was never a drinker - it was disgusting.

Emma's mom hadn't been able to drink because of how terribly sick she was, so the only drinker in her family had been Daniel, who had almost fallen in love with it. Despite his love for alcohol, his enormous size and weight had given him a slight inability to get drunk as quickly as most people. From her small taste of whatever the drink was, she couldn't fathom why Daniel liked it.

She sighed as she set the bottle down, drumming her feet lightly against the counter back. She'd come to clear her mind and be alone, which had worked... However, she was still feeling a little anxious, despite not being around anyone. She sighed and closed her eyes, breathing slowly, trying to mentally talk her anxious mind to ease.

 

[-QT-]

Claiborne Bonder - Morgantown - Scarlett and John

".....and that will be your mission. If you accept, you will be let out of this hell hole behind you (Claiborne referring to the kitchen) and have the opportunity to possibly scavenge and step out of our gates for the better of our community. You will be armed and continue to have a roof over your head. You will be under the command of Scarlett and Phillip to hunt those savages down that have attacked us without reason," Claiborne explained to John who had been escorted out of the kitchen and met by the trio. Claiborne's eyes bolted towards Scarlett who was still lost in her own world, one filled with the desire for revenge and need to kill those who demolished her sister with bullets.

"This will be your only opportunity to turn your situation around. Meet Phillip at the front doors at noon if you decide to come. He will provide you with equipment and weaponry for your travels." Clay then walked away from John, the soldier didn't seemed too intrigued, but would understand this might be his only chance to leave - then he'll understand that he'll need to come back. Food and shelter was far too valuable to walk away from.

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Back in his office Clay let Scarlett sit down before shutting the door. He could only imagine what she was thinking and was using that rage to feed put plans in motion. Slowly he came round and sat on his rocking chair, leaning forward for his elbows to calmly land on the desk before him. "This is the only opportunity you'll have to get the savages that attacked us and killed your sister. I am giving you the what you want.............what you need. You will have everything I am able to offer to go after these men. In return, I need you to do something for me. I need you to............."
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@ResistingTheEnlightened @Wolverbells

 

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Claiborne Bonder - Morgantown - Scarlett and John

".....and that will be your mission. If you accept, you will be let out of this hell hole behind you (Claiborne referring to the kitchen) and have the opportunity to possibly scavenge and step out of our gates for the better of our community. You will be armed and continue to have a roof over your head. You will be under the command of Scarlett and Phillip to hunt those savages down that have attacked us without reason," Claiborne explained to John who had been escorted out of the kitchen and met by the trio. Claiborne's eyes bolted towards Scarlett who was still lost in her own world, one filled with the desire for revenge and need to kill those who demolished her sister with bullets.

"This will be your only opportunity to turn your situation around. Meet Phillip at the front doors at noon if you decide to come. He will provide you with equipment and weaponry for your travels." Clay then walked away from John, the soldier didn't seemed too intrigued, but would understand this might be his only chance to leave - then he'll understand that he'll need to come back. Food and shelter was far too valuable to walk away from.

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Back in his office Clay let Scarlett sit down before shutting the door. He could only imagine what she was thinking and was using that rage to feed put plans in motion. Slowly he came round and sat on his rocking chair, leaning forward for his elbows to calmly land on the desk before him. "This is the only opportunity you'll have to get the savages that attacked us and killed your sister. I am giving you the what you want.............what you need. You will have everything I am able to offer to go after these men. In return, I need you to do something for me. I need you to............."
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@ResistingTheEnlightened @Wolverbells

John Lennings - Morgantown - Claiborne, Scarlett, Aiden.

John turned around at the last moment. Slumped. Annoyed. Like every other time he saw Claiborne. Bastard. But the fact that he came in. Something was up. As he listened in to the words coming from Claiborne, he would stand up straighter, curious, attentive. He was finally going to be able to leave to the outside. He played around with the gun sling, letting it go as it slapped back to the holster. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment in thought as he silently cursed, rubbing his nose before nodding as he saw Claiborne walk away. More benefits? Maybe. Fuck it, he'd take it. "Sorry, bud. I'll come back, promise that. Maybe that scavenging team can pay off." He smiled, sympathetically, and yet somewhat of forlorn before nodding. He turned around, walking off before grabbing his assault pack before giving a quick hand salute. He followed back behind Claiborne for a moment, before nodding. "Oui. I'm in. But I get my items back. Knife and my pistol." He added, before walking past him without a word. He took off the beret from the epaulet loop, and with a sigh, opened the doors, placing it on his head again as he walked toward the front gate as to wait for Phillip. His leg wasn't killing him anymore, it was much more that he felt happier that he was able to leave, even temporary. He sat down at the gate, throwing pebbles across from him boringly.​

 

[Wolverbells]

Scarlett - Morgantown - Claiborne/ John/ Phillip

Dazed, Scarlett couldn't respond back to those around her. When Tyler had walked in to also identify Sam's body and receive the message Claiborne had, Scarlett didn't move from her sister's chest. She wasn't crying anymore. She was simply thrown onto Sam, hugging her for the last time. Even after Claiborne had excused himself and taken her along, she didn't speak. She wanted to interject and say that she preferred to go back to the gym and be alone, but she couldn't find it in her.

During the entire time that Claiborne spoke to the French soldier, Scarlett did nothing but stand there and stare into space. Her mind was busy at work as she let her anger take over. What she needed was time to grieve. Time to mourn. Unfortunately, Mr. Bonder was giving her little time to do any of that, which caused her to act more on impulse rather than her thinking things fully through.

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After the two had finally made it back to the office, Scarlett found herself sitting in the same chair as before, only this time she felt hollow and robotic. She listened closely to Claiborne, forcing herself to nod as she acknowledged him and his demand. Even after he asked her to do something she probably wouldn't have done before, she still agreed to do so.

"I'll need a rifle with either a scope or that has sights. And a pistol, as well as my machete." Scarlett's voice came out coarse and a bit monotone as she finally spoke. She knew he'd agree to her demands since she had agreed to his.

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Once her weapons of choice had been supplied to her, with a fair amount of ammo in a backpack along with water and a few granola bars, Scarlett made her way to the front. Phillip and John were waiting already, and Carlos had arrived almost at the same time she did, if not a few seconds before. The two unknown men had introduced themselves to her even though she had met Phillip before.

"Everyone have what they need?"

After they all confirmed, Scarlett nodded and gestured for the group to begin walking.

Inside, although she was already hurting, it still hurt her even more to leave without saying anything to Tyler or the kids. Katie would be completely against her taking a step out of the door and she would've broken her promise to Liam once more, leaving him behind. She couldn't do it though. She couldn't say goodbye to them. It was her incentive to come back.

"We're going to scavenge." She spoke to them men around her, knowing they'd want to know what exactly was happening first. She expected confused looks but she cleared the confusion with a pointed look to each of them. "We're scavenging."

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Aubrey - On the road

After they had been taken out of the shelter, Aubrey had made it clear that she was going to stick to being quiet. The fact that she had been nearly overpowered by the dead had shaken her up and she had to take some time to realize that she wasn't any good alone. With the living, she had a good shot at being alive, but the dead posed a deadly challenge. One she didn't want to face entirely alone.

With no sleep, Aubrey took a pass at going with Hank and Enrique and decided to stay put, staring at her blood covered skin. She was sure she smelled of death, but it had been on her for so long that she couldn't distinguish the smell. Instead of leaving, she decided to watch the vehicle where Jess and the others were at. Her eyes peeking out the window every now and then.

It had only been about ten to fifteen minutes after the others had left when Aubrey finally snapped out of it, in a sense.

"I can't sit here. I'm going to stretch my legs." She finally said, grabbing her bow and the quiver as she scooted out through the back.

 

[Josh M]

Fan- Apartement building - Myriah ,Elliot, Danny, Reese, Rob, Holly, Damian, Emma, and Adeline



After getting up from her room, Fan made her way down the halls. The Doctor rounded up Myriah ,Rob, Elliot, Danny, Reese, Holly, Damian, and Adeline. telling the new arrivals to meet her on the roof . In the distince, When the woman went on the roof,Fan noticed Emma had walked across the street. Fan didn't want to push her, Some people needed time.

As most of the new group was now upstairs, Greg would be by Fan's side. His arm around her lightly. The other member of their group, Asya, was also there. The bruise from yesterday that Asya had on her face seemed to be cover by make up. Now it seemed was cooking something. Asya just seemed out of it, broken. After a bit, Fan would address the whole group, Fan would sign what she was saying to group for Elliot, .

"Thank you all for showing up. Welcome out little safe area. Thank you for trusting me, I know trust is a hard thing to give now of days Let me share a little about myself My Name is Fan, Fan Roberts, I'm , I was a Doctor. I'm guess I'm the leader of this group. Look, if any of you have questions or concerns about this area or this group, Let's just bring it up now."

@Rithas, @SheriffLlama @C.T. @Atomyk @Damo028

 

[Hell Hound Woof]

Herman Pierce -Convenience Store- Emma Crow
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A large figure walked down the road, on his back was a canvas backpack. It was nearly empty, all that was left inside were a few cans of pork and beans. He had been looking for somewhere to find new food for quite some time, the moment he saw the convenience store he began moving towards it with a quick purpose. Herman was a big man, his jeans could engulf a small child, and his cut would look like an overcoat on many men. His beard was scraggly and his hair was pulled up behind his head under his leather do-rag. He walked down the road with the four foot steel chain wrapped around his waist and his knife in a holster on the Harley Davidson belt he prided himself on. In his hand was his .44 revolver. As he neared the convenience store he noticed the lack of growling, groaning or snarling. No walkers around. It unnerved him. Put him on edge. He kept his finger on the trigger as he approached the convenience store and walked inside, immediately upon entering he saw a small red headed girl. This girl was holding a bottle of vodka, and appeared to be drinking it too.

"Drop the bottle and anything you got weapon wise," Cutter said raising his .44, shifting his stance sideways and aiming it at her, "I dont like killing kids, or girls especially. But if you try and fuck with me, I aint gonna think twice."​

 

[SheriffLlama]

Emma Crowe - Convenience Store - Herman Pierce

Emma's attempts to calm herself were rudely interrupted by a newcomer. He first reaction was that maybe she was from Fan's group, but the large man drew his revolver and pointed it at her, prompting her to raise her own pistol in her right hand. From her sitting position on the counter, she was rather vulnerable and exposed, which didn't bode well with her. She quickly sized the guy up and down.

He looked about six-foot-three, maybe two hundred and twenty pounds, give or take. She had a habit of comparing all big people she met to her brother, who had been a mountain of a man. This guy was no mountain, but he looked big enough to take her down with little-to-no effort. She had a couple options if things went south, however: a. she could flaunt her gun and shout for him to back up while simultaneously warning her nearby friends of the danger, b. she could roll backwards and take cover behind the counter.

Emma had one problem, though - her gun was empty. She carried it just for looks, and it'd usually worked. She hadn't been fortunate enough to find ammo, and this might be the thing that screwed her over in this instance.

Carefully, the girl reached over and slid the lighter, box cutter, and duct tape to the floor, the latter rolling only a few feet from her opponent. She cautiously eyed him to be sure he didn't make any sudden moves. She didn't care about the supplies - if he was a drifter looking for stuff, he'd take it and leave. If he was meaning to do her harm, she'd make use of her scary-looking gun.

"Have the stuff if you want it." She used her free arm to take the bottle of vodka and set it down by the other objects. "Have some vodka too, but there's no way in hell that I'm putting my gun down." She said, her façade of danger clearly see-through. She figured that he could see through her, but she remained placid. She eyed the box cutter on the floor, forming a plan to which she could grab it and use it.

@HellHoundWoof

 

[Klutzy Ninja Kitty]

Lia - On the road - Joe
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Lia raised an eyebrow, trying to understand the words she found so strange within the answer Joe had given to her question. She buckled her seat belt and placed her hands on the steering wheel, tapping her fingers against it as she remained in thought. When she came up with no reasoning on her own, the blonde finally told Joe what she was thinking. "Why would you want to bail on the car so I could take off? If that happened, you'd probably die." The young woman couldn't come up with any sort of reasoning as to why Joe would want to save her. Lia knew hadn't been the nicest person to be around, after all.

Within Joe's next response, he seemed to provide an answer to her new question. Lia was the only one he had. In a way, the blonde almost felt sorry for him. If she was in his shoes and had to deal with herself, the young woman most certainly wouldn't have been pleased. But, although she may have felt sorry for him, Lia still found herself annoyed by some of the things he had said.
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"Thanks for the life story," she grumbled sarcastically. "You were as cold as me? Gee, thanks." Lia briefly complained about his comment, but didn't jump down his throat or scold him for it. Deep down, she knew it was true. Although it was true, however, Lia didn't like the idea of changing the way she protected herself. Opening her heart made it possible to let aid and let others in, but it also would allow pain to come in. She didn't want to deal with that. The world was a hard enough place to manage already without allowing herself to suffer.

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"I'll have your back for as long as you have mine, I guess, but don't expect for me to so easily trust you right now. Trust may have become a part of your nature after the apocalypse began, but it didn't exactly become a part of mine. I think you should be careful who you trust. If you don't, it could get you killed."

@Josh M​

 

[Hell Hound Woof]

Cutter/Emma-The Grocery Store ​

Herman watched the girl draw a pistol on him and smirked, she held it like she knew what she was doing.

"Easy now little darling," Herman said using his thumb to pull the hammer on his pistol back, "You may be able to shoot me in the head, but if I hit you anywhere with this it's gonna bleed, you'll have a hole bigger'an my fist."

At this he held up his large left hand and made a fist, "Not to mention loud. If you dont get dead by blood loss you'll get munched on by walkers in no time flat. So drop your gun or there is gonna be hell to pay sweetie."

At the big man's talk, Emma was slightly put in a rut. She had hoped she could work the gun angle, but apparently this guy was as tough as he looked. She swore under her breath and sagged her shoulders, cracking her neck and dropping her hands to her side. She racked the slide to show the chamber was empty and then ejected the clip to show it's emptiness as well. She set the gun and the magazine on the ground, then slid her rucksack off. She set the bag on the floor, the kicked it to him, along with the box cutter, lighter, and duct tape.

"I'm not harmless..." She muttered under her breath.

Cutter kept his revolver aimed centermass of the girl and eyed her carefully.

"I didnt say you was harmless," He said calmly, "I just said if you tried to be anything but I'd make sure you didnt get the chance to do it again."

He took a knee and inspected the rucksack for anything of use to him, while he was searching he kept his gun trained on the girl. Emma was slightly surprised by the man's compliance and sudden turn of attitude. The girl eyed him as he bent down and searched her bag. She wasn't really concerned about him taking her stuff, since her bag didn't have anything but a t-shirt, some undergarments, and a couple cans of food.

"Name's Cutter by the way," He said calmly, "I used to live around here so I gotta ask what you're doing here?"

When he asked what she was doing around her, she muttered. "Getting robbed." A small part of her wondered if this guy knew fan, since he'd supposedly live in these parts. "I'm holed up close by with some people."

She'd originally planned to not mention this others, but if he had any malicious intent, this guy would've done something by now. At hearing that the girl was with a group around here Cutter muttered a quick 'shit'. He had probably just threatened one of Fan's new friends, not good. She would already be pissed about him leaving when he did, and now he had almost shot a teenager.

"These people your rolling with," Cutter said already knowing the answer wouldn't make him happy, "One of them a short cute Asian? Speaks softly and carries a big stick?"

Emma cocked an eyebrow at the man's question. By the expression on his face, she was unsure if Fan was Cutter's friend or enemy. She searched him for a minute and saw a small look in his eyes - regret. She decided that the most probable story was that Cutter and Fan were acquaintances of some kind of friendly attitude.

"Yeah." Was all the girl said, leaning down and picking up the magazine and pistol, sliding the two parts together; she didn't bother to ask his permission to do so. Deciding that this man meant her no harm, shoved the gun into the back of her waistband and snatched her rucksack from the floor, adding to it the objects from under the counter.

"I'm leaving." She stated, matter-of-factly, and went to pass him.

Cutter looked down at the girl and scoffed, she thought she had power because he didnt shoot her. He side stepped into her path as she tried to walk past him. She grabbed her rucksack and acted like he'd just told her his gun was empty. As the man stepped in front of her, she forced herself not to roll her eyes. He'd told her the deal - and now he was still being uptight.

"Then blast me." She muttered, sarcastically

"Look I dont give a fuck about whatever shit you got going on, dont think because I didnt blast you that I wont now" Herman said looking down at the girl and tucking his pistol in his belt-line. He was not about to let this girl just walk around on her own. After she was deterred by his large frame he stepped around her and grabbed the vodka from the floor.
She shook her head as the guy walked past. On his way back to her, he grabbed the empty pistol from her belt-line and held it in the air waving. She whirled to face him, but he refused to give the gun back.

"Not until we get back to Fan," He said tucking it into his belt-line, "She's gotta let me know your cool."

Her hand lingered on her hip where her knife would usually hang, but she remembered that she didn't have it.

Grudgingly, she walked in front of the guy, towards the store exit. "Ass." She said as they walked out.

Cutter looked down at the back of the girls head and stuck a finger up behind her head. He walked behind her as they made their way down towards where Fan was. Cutter was both dreading and looking forward too seeing Fan again, he knew he'd get a slap. But it was possible to get a hug too.

 

[Josh M]

]Joe- on the road- Lia

"Lia, anything can lead to death now. The only thing you can do Is live till you die .That's it. "


Joe would lay back in his seat, turning back to Lia.


"Make a left up ahead. Look, if I pis see you off, I'm sorry. Anyway, I got to ask, have you always been like this? You were never close to your family? Did you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend? Give me something. "

@Klutzy Ninja Kitty

Greg/Fan - apartment building/ Gates - Emma, Cutter, others


As Fan waited to take questions, Greg looked over the roof, just in time to see Emma returning with Cutter. Greg froze as he realized it was the biker.
Last time Greg and Cutter came eye to eye, it ended in blows be thrown, Cutter leaving, and Fan becoming a wreck when Cutter never returning. It wasn't new for Cutter to leave for days, but two weeks? That was new. They all assumed he died. Fan had taken the worse. Cutter and Fan had History.

" Hey Fan! Cutters back! He's alive! "

Hearing Greg, Fan sprinted down stairs, moving her way to the gate, opening she would look at Emma first. Lightly pulling the girl to the side, Fan would feel the girl's ribs. Yup, they felt tender.


"Are you okay? You should have told me you needed treatment. Look, go to bed. I'll meet you there so we can change you bandages."



Sending Emma away, Fan's eye landed on Cutter. The rage and anger could be seen on her face. He r emotions were something Fan normally had control of, but she felt so out of it. Surprising even herself, Fan didn't slap him. She punched him in the face. Fan was small, but she put her all into that right hook


"Do you know what you've put me through!? All the stress and sadness you caused, you son of a bitch! Greg and I Searched for days! What the hell were you thinking!?

@Atomyk @HellHoundWoof @SheriffLlama

 

[SheriffLlama]

Emma - The Gates/Apartments - Fan, Cutter, Greg, E.T.C.

Emma walked out of the grocery store and across the street, standing in front of the gates. She saw Greg pop his head over the roof then disappear. She crossed her arms, her hip jutting out as she waited for someone to open the gates. She shook her head as Cutter walked up beside her, waiting as well.

As Fan came out of the apartment building, Emma stood straight up. "Tell Sons of Anarchy to give my frickin gun back." She said. As Fan grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to the side, Emma flinched and jerked away. "Please don't touch me." She muttered. She gritted her teeth as the woman lifted the hem of her shirt and examine her bandage and her ribs.

"Are you okay? You should have told me you needed treatment. Look, go to bed. I'll meet you there so we can change you bandages."

"No. I'm fine, and I'm not going anywhere till this jerk gives me my gun back!" She said pulling away from the woman and putting her shirt down, shouting the last part at cutter.

@Josh M @HellHoundWoof

 

[dalecOoOoOoOoOper]

John Lennings - Morgantown - Scarlett

"Scavenge. Right. Whatever you say." He took back both the dagger and his pistol, making a quick revision of the M9 before cocking back the slide, quickly placing both in its sheath and holster. "So.. Where exactly are we supposed to even be going, Scarlett?" He asked. He didn't say anything else about what had happened before, for fear that she'd kill him right there and then. He adjusted the pack on his shoulders before continuing out. He turned his head to Scarlett as they walked out, before hesitantly speaking. "Do you believe him? Claiborne? I have to work in the stocks but.. I don't know. It's off-setting." He shrugged, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his leg pocket. "Cigarette?" He offered to her and the others. Whether taking them or not, he shrugged before plopping one into his mouth. "Friend of mine in New York bought one for me. Lucky Strikes, they call them." Pulling out a flip open lighter, he quickly lit it for himself and the others if they had gotten one, putting it away. "... I wonder what happened to him. Or the others in Canada.. Wonder if the others of my regimen, and Hell, my company survived this shit..." Putting too much thought into it, he took a long smoke of it before flicking off the small ash accumulated. "Was she all you had?" He asked thoughtfully and forlorn.​

 

[Hell Hound Woof]

Cutter-The Gates-Fan, Greg, Emma, E.T.C
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Up until the moment he saw Greg, Cutter's mood had been a neutral one. Seeing that fucker standing on the gates and announcing to Fan that Cutter was alive did not make him happy. When the gate opened he saw the small doctor and a broad smile crossed his face, even as she approached with anger evident in her eyes he was smiling. However his smile faded for a moment when he received a powerful right hook to the face, the blow landed just under his cheek and shook his jaw. He actually had to take a second to gather himself before looking back down at the tiny lady in front of him. At first his face looked angry, then regretful, then happy again.

"I was thinking if I stayed, your boyfriend would be a dead man. So I took some time to calm down. Trust me, had I stayed around things would've gotten ugly." He said with a neutral expression, before looking at Emma, "Easy there little belieber, if mommy says okay you can get your gun back."

He was intentionally screwing with the teenager now, she wanted to bring the claws out he'd be happy to bare his fangs. He looked back to Fan and then behind her to Greg on the wall. He tucked his head low and threw a hand in the air, sarcastically waving. He knew it looked goofy for a guy his size to do that but if Greg was smart it meant that Cutter was not gonna play nice just because of his vacation.

"You know I thought y'all would've left by the time I got back, I'm glad to see you didnt leave. I missed you Fan, so how long you gonna stay mad?"​

 

[Josh M]

Fan/ Gteg - the gates - Cutter, Emma,

Fan's rage slowly trailed off, turning into bitterness as Greg made his way out of the apartment, and towards Emma and Fan

"It's be almost two weeks! You didn't need that much time to "cool off", you know that! We all thought you died! Don't you get that? Just give Emma her gun, Cutter. We will talk later.

Fan would turn to Emma.

"I still need to check toy out, please? I know you're in more pain than you letting on.

Greg, meanwhile, would look at Cutter. Before the fight, Greg never had an issue with Cutter, hell, he still didn't. Two weren't that different. So as Fan looked over Emma, Greg walked over to Cutter.


"Look, she'll be fine. Fan just took your leaving real bad. I'm glad you're back though, man. We need ya. We just got a bunch of new people, and We're planning, Fan's planning on making this place on to somethang nice. So, we cool?"


@Atomyk @HellHoundWoof @SheriffLlama

 

[-QT-]

Alvey/Rick/Hank/Abram - On the Road - Others

"How could you forget? It was your only job Shelby, your only job!" Alvey grumble loudly, struggling to understand how she forgot to pack their food supply for the run. Now the group would have to drive back about five or six miles to Camelot in attempt to restart the day on a good note. Shelby didn't look too happy with Alvey's sudden outbreak and apologized repeatedly. In attempt to calm the young blonde female, Rick - the talkative and television junkie - decided to speak.

"Dyou guys ever watch that House of Cards show on Netflix? I mean man! Talk about acting. Kevin Spacey was phenomenal. I can still picture him looking at the screen and making some sassy remarks. That was the best. I had an Ultra HD TV, but never got around to update my DVR, so I don't think I ever got the full on picture quality. I had this co-worker that kept telling me to call Direct TV, but I never got around to it you know? I'm not about lying, but that would hav-" Rick stopped upon feeling Alvey's stony palms squeezing his forearm. The older man gulped before relocating where to rest his right arm.

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"It's simple, we get in the van and follow that car. Wherever it's going, it was moving in a hurry. I doubt they saw us, we can take them by surprise. They might have a place, somewhere to hunker down, rest. Who knows, Floyd might be there," Hank expressed as the trio - he, Turisa and Enrique - headed down the road back towards Abram and the others who awaited their return.

"You saw them better than we did," Hank started again, directing his words to Enrique.

"Did you see how many of them were in the vehicle? I could only make out the driver, the windows seemed tinted from where we were," Hank asked, fixing his backpack which was now filled with different items such as canned foods and plenty of boxed bandages. Turisa carried the container of gasoline. The plan was full of uncertainty, not knowing what they would find out there if anything at all. In addition, they didn't know the firepower the car group possessed, nor if there were more of them. But the first step was to tell the others, get their input and then decide - though Hank had his mind made up already.
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Upon reaching the van, Hank looked in all directions making sure they weren't made. He could see Abram start exiting the vehicle, stomping his feet on the ground upon his egress. In the distance, Hank could also see Imogen and Matt heading towards everyone as well.

"Y'all didn't run into any problems did you?" Abram asked Hank who responded quickly with a nod.

"We have the gasoline. I've got food and medical supplies here in the bag," he stated, handing him the bag so he can place it in the van. Then he continued to make sure they had not run into any encounters either. Abram just stated everything had been quiet and nothing out of the ordinary occurred.

"There was a car. It headed into the town, then U-turned right back away from it. I think they were heading back to where they came from, maybe another town. They might have shelter. Food. I think we have to track them down and find out. I'm not certain, but I think it's worth the chance."

Abram raised an eyebrow at Hank's sudden plan of action. It was dangerous and could get everyone in the group killed. But in a way, he was right. They had to quickly find somewhere to rest because they had been on the road far too long. He feared that if they continued, everyone would lose themselves - it was usually how it worked.

The problem was that going after these people was definitely not what Abram wanted. "Instead, we could go to the town you three just came from, hold firm there for a couple of days. We can make this place our own and refrain from encountering any possible enemies."

Hank hesitated to talk back to Abram for a second, collecting his thoughts before saying anything he'd regret. Slowly he felt his hand move to his holster, a involuntary impulse that he managed to stop before he took hold of his weapon. Forcing himself to look back at Abram, Hank massaged his forehead with on hand. "We don't have a choice Abram. Living here int this town won't last long. We can't reinforce it, we'll be in hiding. Someone is bound to come and find us. Our best chance is to find a place with walls, a place we can fortify. The town is too big. Just........just think about it. I know it sounds senseless, but if you really want a place to truly rest.........this may be our best bet."​