[b]Bex - Outpost/Woods - Enrique[/b]

Bex sat in the armchair at the corner of the room, his right arm draped over the chair's headrest. His head was lost in thought and his gaze was locked on the ceiling. He barely noticed as Tyler entered the room and placed a small collection of knives on the table. "And here are the rest of the knives," he said amicably. He then went over to the fireplace and placed an arm over the mantle. "Sharpened to perfection." A calm silence fell over the group.

As Bex slowly went back to examining the ceiling, he wondered who's shitty job it was to keep the cabin clean and maintained. Someone had clearly put a lot of money into it once upon a time, judging by the fact that every room was expensively furnished. They even had their own kitchen with a stainless steel refrigerator, albeit with no food or electricity to make any use of it. There had probably been a generator around, but Bex imagined the folks at Outpost took it back to their main camp a while ago. It was too bad; He would kill for something baked in an oven, especially the pies his mother-in-law used to make. Sitting in front of a real fireplace, it really reminded Bex of her old place.

Enrique brought Bex out of his thoughts by motioning him out of the chair. Grunting, Bex did as he wanted and joined him and Tyler next to the fireplace. "I'm worried we're gonna get into something with these guys," Enrique said, looking at the both of them.

Tyler looked down and mulled this over. "That's a reasonable worry," he said, shrugging. He smiled and clapped Enrique on the shoulder. "But we need to start trusting people if we want to make friends. It'll be an easier life living in Outpost."

Bex waited for Tyler to say more, but after a few moments it was clear that was all he had to say. Bex decided he had to state the obvious, "Outpost could be a dump, Tom."

Tyler removed his hand from Enrique's shoulder. "Or they could be a bunch of raiders. I just don't think there's any point in worrying about it." He moved to lean against the mantle again. "We're already here. If things go sour, we'll manage somehow."

Bex was about to argue when a loud [i]thump![/i] was heard. Bex flipped around and looked toward the doorway. "That came from the front door," he said, speaking barely above a whisper. Without a word, Tyler grabbed a knife off the table and made a beeline for the front door. Bex followed after him, grabbing his rifle leaning against the wall along the way. They stopped at the front door, Tyler's hand on the doorknob. He shared a look with Bex before throwing the door open.

There was nothing there.

After a few silent seconds, Tyler stepped forward and poked his head outside. He then jumped as if startled slightly and bumped into Bex as he took a step backwards. A walker popped into view and filled the doorway with his sudden presence. "Shit," Bex said under his breath as he stepped backwards in order to get a shot on bastard. But it didn't matter, as when it lunged at Tyler, the man grabbed it by the arm and used its own momentum to throw it to the ground. The walker landed face first and shook the entire room. Without a hint of hesitation, Tyler plunged down on top of the beast and stabbed his knife into its head.

The man sighed wistfully. "Well then, just a walker."

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

When the little girl pulled the revolver on Daniel, Shannon instantly stepped forward, though she had no idea what she planned on doing. There was no time to think on it as the girl then shifted her aim toward Shannon, freezing her on the spot. Words failed her, and all she could say was a whispered, "Daniel." To find herself staring down the barrel of a gun again filled her with a nerve-wracking fear and she found herself unable to look away. She was forced to examine the girl's face more intently; Her eye patch and scarred face gave Shannon vivid ideas as to whatever horrors this girl had faced before she had found herself here. With saliva dribbling down her mouth and her body wracked by shivers, Shannon worried that the girl was more than physically ill. "Take whatever food you want and go. We won't bother you."

But then Robert and Emma entered the kitchen, nearly causing Shannon to jump out of her skin. She turned her head toward Robert when he asked who the girl was, but she had nothing to say to him. The new pair proceeded to crowd into the kitchen and barrage the girl with questions. Shannon's gaze fluttered between Robert and Emma, wanting to tell them to stop. No matter how many guns were pointed at her, the girl in her apparent condition looked about ready to go off at any time, damn the consequences.

Then, before Shannon knew it, the girl was on the ground crying. Shannon's momentary relief turned into sudden sympathy. She bolted forward and kneeled next to the young girl, making a point of grabbing the girl's gun away. She listened to Robert order Rob to take the girl to the infirmary. "I'll go with him," she said, looking up at Robert. Then she turned to Emma. "You can come too, Emma."