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Floyd//Hank - Morgantown Plaza - Jess, Heather, Abram and Others.
"You don't know nuthin!" Floyd yelled out as he stood up in the van. His body language became aggressive and his fist clenched in rage. The veins in his neck popped, his skin turning red as he burned with vexation. Floyd could see the fear in Jess' eyes. She seemed to be afraid of realizing that what Heather was saying was true. But she was absolutely wrong. Indeed the two had been emotionally pushing each other apart, but there was still feelings there.
Pointing at Heather with his index finger, Floyd bit his bottom lip as he gathered his thoughts to speak. There was so much rambling in his head as everything seemed to be falling on him. He didn't realize he still had the ability to be angry, but the characteristic was merely in slumber.
"Why the hell do you care, Huh?! You're just gettin into people's business cuz you don't wanna deal with your own! Cuz Hank doesn't have time for you anymore. Cuz everyone you know is dead, so you go around gettin into people's shit! How bout you shut up!"
The rambling in the back caused Abram to turn his head. He had been sitting in the passenger seat watching the more crucial events unfold. But the raging verbal battle in the back was causing too much commotion.
"Floyd! Calm down," Abram called out, trying to get the man to refrain from screaming. Floyd bit his bottom lip more fiercely then quickly punched the side of the van before hightailing it out of it. He shut the sliding door behind him and saw walkers heading their way. He just stood there watching them come closer and closer.
"FLOYD!" a similar voice yelled out.
"What the hell are you doing, let's go," the same voice said - which was found to be Hank. He seemed puzzled at Floyd's actions. Wondering what the man was thinking. Everyone at this point was ready to get moving except for Floyd.
"Let's go," Hank added, watching Floyd just walk passed him without a word spoken. Hank's eyes were filled with question, but there was no time to search for the answer at this point. While staring at the van, Hank returned to the truck and nodded at Enrique to get going. Joe would have to pass them up in a second and take them to this community - a new problem they would have to face.
"You don't know nuthin!" Floyd yelled out as he stood up in the van. His body language became aggressive and his fist clenched in rage. The veins in his neck popped, his skin turning red as he burned with vexation. Floyd could see the fear in Jess' eyes. She seemed to be afraid of realizing that what Heather was saying was true. But she was absolutely wrong. Indeed the two had been emotionally pushing each other apart, but there was still feelings there.
Pointing at Heather with his index finger, Floyd bit his bottom lip as he gathered his thoughts to speak. There was so much rambling in his head as everything seemed to be falling on him. He didn't realize he still had the ability to be angry, but the characteristic was merely in slumber.
"Why the hell do you care, Huh?! You're just gettin into people's business cuz you don't wanna deal with your own! Cuz Hank doesn't have time for you anymore. Cuz everyone you know is dead, so you go around gettin into people's shit! How bout you shut up!"
The rambling in the back caused Abram to turn his head. He had been sitting in the passenger seat watching the more crucial events unfold. But the raging verbal battle in the back was causing too much commotion.
"Floyd! Calm down," Abram called out, trying to get the man to refrain from screaming. Floyd bit his bottom lip more fiercely then quickly punched the side of the van before hightailing it out of it. He shut the sliding door behind him and saw walkers heading their way. He just stood there watching them come closer and closer.
"FLOYD!" a similar voice yelled out.
"What the hell are you doing, let's go," the same voice said - which was found to be Hank. He seemed puzzled at Floyd's actions. Wondering what the man was thinking. Everyone at this point was ready to get moving except for Floyd.
"Let's go," Hank added, watching Floyd just walk passed him without a word spoken. Hank's eyes were filled with question, but there was no time to search for the answer at this point. While staring at the van, Hank returned to the truck and nodded at Enrique to get going. Joe would have to pass them up in a second and take them to this community - a new problem they would have to face.