[b]Floyd - House - Jess[/b]

Jess seemed to have entered the house without her guard up at all. Though Floyd has attempted to teach her, it seems the girl is still as naive as she has been before. "Dammit Jess" he cursed to himself as she rushed through the front door. Floyd came in after her, his knife in his hand, cautiously observing everything around him. Since the sudden brake in didn't attract any walkers or living people, Floyd just assumed everything was fine, closing the door behind him, locking it from the inside. 

He proceeded by following Jess to the kitchen, still keeping that awkward distance between them. He watched her struggle to get the dust off the tabletop as though a housewife. The house wasn't all that dirty to begin with, it didn't add up in Floyd's mind why she was trying so hard. She even took her time to find a rag in order to clean more. She looked like one of those housewives you see in movies, the ones that don't have a job and take care of the children and the home. Then again, Floyd remember his own mother doing exactly that. He hated remembering the past because it wasn't any good. 

Anyhow, once she finished, Floyd decided to speak. He was laying on the wall as he turned towards the stairs. "I saw a room up there when I was here. It's got a bed and everythin if ya wanna check it out" he said, knowing that would make her excited. He didn't like watching her stress over little things, it made him feel uneasy. He then waited for her to head up those stairs. Again, he followed her every step, making sure she was secure everywhere she went, not only for her but for her child. He passed her up once they got to the second floor and headed to the room. He opened the door and allowed her to enter before he did, showing a little chivalry. "It looks like they took care of it" he added, the room standing luxurious before their eyes. 

Then he himself entered the room and started to browse about. He opened the nearby closet to find a couple of hangers with clothing, for both male and female. It was obvious it had been a married couple that lived in the house, they were either both dead by now or had just left the home. "Ima check the other rooms, ya just stay here for now alright?" he said, his question going unanswered as he left the room and moved on to the next one. 

Come to find out that the next room was just a storage room. There was a whole bunch of random crap just filed left to right. Ornaments, jewelry, storage boxes, etc. The next room, the one closest to the stairs was the next one to be explored. He turned the knob and opened it slowly, still cautious. But as he peeked inside, he turned and closed it quickly. He lay on the door for a second covering his face with one hand, rubbing his eye in confusion. He just couldn't bare with what he just saw, it was completely unbelievable. For a moment he just stood there motionless, breathing calmly. He stared out the top window looking down at the grass from above. "Couldn't even give her a chance huh?" he questioned as he turned back to the room Jess was in. "The room over there..." he pointed, ".....don't go in it" he finished. He didn't want her to see what was inside because he knew it would most likely break her, something he didn't desire to have happen. 

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[b]Haywood Militia - Farm - Jacob/Sam/Ben[/b]

As the doors to the farmhouse opened widely, both pairs froze and knelt down in one quick motion. They pointed their weapons at the one gentleman who walked out first. He stood at porch-side speaking to nobody but himself, or so it seemed. Wilson, the one who was already the closest to the farmhouse was just about to fire when he felt a hand reach his shoulder. He gave a shiver and fell to the floor from his already crouching stance. He pointed the gun to whomever lay behind him to find Johnson raising his hands in surrender. "What the f*ck Wilson!" Johnson growled in a whisper. He hated being grouped up with such an idiot, but orders were orders. "Quit pointing that gun at me dammit!" Johnson added with a little shove to Wilson's gun. 

in the meantime, Anthony and Elliot were completely composed. Anthony was kneeling behind Elliot, both men with their weapons prepared for a firefight. With luck, the man returned to his home and closed the door behind him. This gave all four men leeway to continue closing in on the farmhouse. But once again, with sudden surprise, the man exited the facility, this time accompanied by a smaller being. The Haywood group could hear noises coming off of the two survivors, but couldn't make anything out of what they were saying. Wilson took this opportunity to get even closer to the farmhouse, thinking that was the best idea at this point. Of course, Johnson refused to do what the idiot was doing and stayed put like they were trained to do. In order to stay hidden, Johnson decided to throw himself on the dirt below him, trying hard to be parallel with the ground, but touching in this instance. 

On the other side of the home, Anthony and Elliot had not moved a step from their previous location. Anthony expected something like this to happen, so he commanded Elliot to remain put. The two man didn't move until the farmers returned home. Once they were once again in the clear, Anthony and Elliot took the chance to sprint towards the side of the house. The two men started quietly towards the back in order to find a backdoor of some sort. On the other hand, Wilson the idiot was getting closer to the front door. Johnson still hadn't gotten up from when he lay down, instead the man decided to become a sharpshooter from his location, taking his rifle and planting it where he lay. "I'm gonna get you suckers" Wilson said, walking up the steps of the door. 

Suddenly, without notice, the walkie strapped to Wilson's side rang loudly. The static came first followed by Robert's voice. "Is it don-" Robert started, being cut off by Wilson quickly noticing he never turned the talkie off. Wilson then attempted to slowly back away from the door, knowing somebody inside must have heard the static or Robert's voice. Hopefully neither, but Wilson wasn't [i]that[/i] stupid. He took his gun and pointed at the door as he backed away slowly, the steps behind him creaking at every step.