[b]Robert - Haywood - Daniel/Shannon/Emma/Valentina/Rob[/b]

Once the child attempted to escape her situation, a sudden thud of the end of a rifle prevented her. She fell back onto the tan carpet of the entire apartment. Rob, one of Haywood's new tenants was standing at the window. He had been the one who prevented the little thief from leaving. Rob had joined just before the raid began three weeks ago. Though he was very strange, he ended up being quite helpful in the front lines. Rob had seen Robert Dalton's rant when he found out that Daniel did not take Tyler down. He was one of the tenants who knew the truth behind raid. But he never declared whose side he was on, if he stood by Robert, or if he also accepted Daniel as the new leader of Haywood. 

"Nice work Rob" Robert called out to the man. He had been scheduled to patrol Haywood and keep the gates safe. "Get in here and take the child to the infirmary" he commanded, looking at Daniel as he did so. He wanted to show that he still had power in this community. "Now, I need to speak to you Daniel.............Alone" he said, exiting the man's quarters. "Shannon. Emma" he nodded, showing respect to the two. He obviously didn't care much for the child that infiltrated Haywood gates, but he would also bring that up once he spoke to Daniel in private. Robert then waited for Daniel to follow him, standing outside his apartment, arms crossed. In the meantime, he watched as the gates opened and Anthony and a group of men drove away. Their task was to find supplies and necessities. But not only that, they were told to help any survivors they found on their search. This was what Robert wanted to speak about with Daniel. Once the man took office, Haywood's population rose by about ten people. That would create a supply shortage and even more issues. All this added feud between the men, though Daniel was yet not aware of it. 

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[b]Floyd - Woods - Jess[/b]

Suddenly his fist started to knock on the home's door, but there was no response. Floyd turned to the window, staring into it in attempt to catch any walkers or survivors. Without seeing anything, he returned to the door and turned the doorknob which was very odd. Slowly he opened the door, peeking into the home as the creak echoed through the empty home. The outside was a little dirty, but the inside was completely purified. The walls where as white as pre-picked cotton. "Anybody in here?" Floyd called out, knocking on the wall to call out whatever may lay inside the home walls. It was a two story home, but Floyd decided that since nothing responded to his call, there was no time to waste on going upstairs. The redneck proceeded by going into the kitchen. He checked every counter and could see they were stocked with appliances and such. When he opened the fridge, there was nothing inside. He turned to the cabinets, opening them up as quickly as possible. Forks, spoons, knives, can-openers, etc. Then to the cabinets attached to the walls. When he opened the first one, he couldn't believe it. Canned food lay inside that particular cabinet, it was completely full. He stared at the fruit, the spam, the vegetables, tuna, beans, and everything else. 

He started to fill up the backpack the had found three days ago. He had went on a supply run near a convenience store where he found a corpse completely tore to pieces. He had a bad with a couple of helpful supplies. He had a flashlight that worked, brass knuckles, a tactical axe, and a couple of water bottles along with can food as well. But anyhow, as Floyd started to fill up his bag, he heard a noise upstairs. He quickly took a defensive pose, crouching slightly and pulling our that very axe he took from the dead guy. Slowly he moved out of the kitchen, cautious as he turned at every hallway intersection. He pushed himself towards the wall as he walked up the stairs. His footsteps made a faint noise as he rose up to the second floor. The noise continued, something flapping in the nearby room. 

Floyd picked his axe and prepared to strike. He turned the knob to the room and opened it up slowly. He peeked into it with his axe first, then this entire body. As he turned to the noise, he quickly forced himself to strike, but froze. It was a crow, its wing stuck between the window and its frame. It seemed that it somehow got into the home, but as it attempted to leave, the window shut on its wing. But since the crow was stuck and helpless, Floyd quickly continued with his arm swing. He swung his axe and cut the crow nearly in half. Then he used the sheets from the bed in the room and covered up the entire crow as he threw it into the bag. "That's dinner" he told himself as he started to exit the home. As he walked back to the camp, he couldn't help but look back at the home. It was empty and clean, it looked nice, not a single walker in sight. He wasn't sure if anybody still inhabited it, it could make for a better camp than the two had now. 

It took about thirty or forty minutes for Floyd to return to the camp. "I'm back" Floyd called out in order to prevent Jess from freaking out. He threw his bad near the fire before he sat right beside it. He un-zipped the backpack and pulled out that cut-in-half crow, placing it on his other side. "Here" he said, pulling out a can of 100% juice pineapple chunks and tossing it towards the girl. "Look, I found all this at this house just down the path" Floyd added, revealing everything inside the backpack to her. "I was thinkin we could stay there for a while, at least until we have to move on again." 

"It's only a thirty minute walk form here, If we head out now, we could get there way before sundown" he added as he stood up and walked up towards the boiled water. Cautiously he dipped the water bottle into the pot. The water slowly got into the bottle, but without taking enough precaution, Floyd burned his knuckles, causing the man to jump back and curse. "F*ck!" he said, wrapping his fist with his own shirt. "Dammit" he growled as he started to bite down on his other hand to refrain from feeling the burn. It was a trick he learned on his own after experiencing unnecessary abuse by both mother and father. The reason he is so distant from people was due to their abusive behavior, turning to beat him when they had problems. If they were in a bad mood, they would take that anger out on Floyd, something he learned to live with. If he could have left when it started he would have, but understood that he couldn't survive on his own at the time. It was unfortunate for him, but it was in the past. Now he [i]could[/i] take care of himself, so he didn't take any shit from anyone.