[b]Robert/Anthony - Haywood/Farm - NPC Militia[/b] After his conversation with Daniel, Robert continued by moving back into the mess hall. He poured himself yet another liquored drink and started. "Are y'all almost there?" Robert spoke into the talkie. He was communicating with the group that was sent to scavenge the area as Daniel had scheduled. What he didn't know was that Robert was already informed of the farm by one of the men that accompanied both Audrey and Henry. "Yeah, we've got the place in sight. We've parked about a mile out, we'll go scout" one of the the scavengers responded. Robert then progressed into the conversation. "Why doesn't Tony have the talkie?" Robert asked. "You mean Anthony? I don't know, he just gave it to me" the scavenger responded, his name Wilson. On the other side of the walls, Wilson, Anthony, Johnson and Elliot walked down the dirt road towards the farmhouse just a mile out. They parked their truck in the woods completely hidden from sight. "Y'all follow my lead, if there's anyone in there, we can't have them startled. We ain't sure what we'll come across" Anthony called out to the three other men. Suddenly the walkie talkie rung yet again. "If there are any survivors, you are to treat them as hostile. Supplies back at camp have been diminishing quickly due to the increase of tenants. We need this farm for Haywood, do not allow anyone to prevent you from attaining that." Wilson then turned to Anthony and the other men. "Does that mean he wants us to ki-" "Yeah, that's right. We take the farm for Haywood so we can survive. It's us or them fellas, y'all decide" Anthony interrupted. Johnson turned to Elliot, Elliot turned to Wilson, Wilson to Johnson. They all nodded to each other, knowing some things just [i]had[/i] to get done. "Johnson, you and Wilson will go off the left, me and Elliot will flank the right. See anybody that ain't Haywood, shoot them down. The four men then split into two groups and started down the tall grass. From the start their mission was to go down to this farm and take it. The men were fully armed, all but Anthony had a sub-machine gun or an automatic. Wilson and Johnson started down the left as they were commanded to. It was difficult to see anything inside the farmhouse because they were still pretty distant from it, so in order to get there faster, Wilson started to jog. "Dammit Wilson!" Johnson whispered with anger. "I mean, why do we have to kill them? Can't we just like, I don't know, mutually help each other?" Elliot asked Anthony. "Look man, we gotta do what we gotta do to survive. Every time you're put to the test you get all emotional, you need to shut it down. Take all that guilt, take that fear, that being pissed off, take it out!" Anthony whispered as they walked across the field. They tried to stay out of vision by evading the windows of the farmhouse. "Now pick up your gun and get ready." -------------------------------------- [b]Floyd - Woods - Jessalyn[/b] When Jess jumped at his hand, Floyd flinched backwards. He tried to pull his hand away before she took it, but wasn't fast enough. Her hands grasped his, her eyes targeting his burn. Floyd's eyes widened as he stared directly at the top of her head. He remained distant though, his arm stretched outward away from his body. She started speaking, but he didn't hear her, at this point, he didn't hear anything but his heart pounding in his chest. The wound numbed as his entire body reached that temperature of the burn. He felt hotter than usual, his blood rushed through his veins like an express train. Every single time her soft tender hands touched his rough skin, he felt the same scorching sensation. He knew the reason for the feeling, but didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to get to close because he feared it. He lived by a code, one that didn't allow him to form a bonding relationship with someone. The reason for it was because he'd be destroyed once he lost the person, which was inevitable. He couldn't help losing her again, this time for good. Once Jess finished treating his hand, he pulled away quickly, turning from her. He missed her sweet smile, but felt it was necessary. If he was to see her smile again, he might get too comfortable. "Thanks" he murmured to her as he started to pack whatever lay around their camp. But as he turned back to go get his backpack, Jess called him amazing. Just at that time, he failed the attempt to evade her smile. "Dammit" he thought to himself. Then he felt his blood once again boil, his heart pounding nearly out of his chest. But in response to that, he just "Psh" as he turned his head to the side, hiding the warmth he felt. "Just.......pack ur stuff. Let's go" he said, picking up his backpack over his shoulder and walking away.