[b]Camp - Next Morning[/b]

Looking left and right the deemed victim could not make anything out of his situation. The green colored fiber tent had become a symbol of his inprisonment. To his right was a rather large shelf of supplies. There wasn't much, but what was there was rather impressive. It was high quality medicine such as Costicosteroids, Azithromycin and other medicine of that caliber. But as he turned to his right, he noticed a living being, sitting, sleeping. 

She sat in a chair next to his general location. Looking towards his own hands, he noticed them tied to the tents pole. He thought himself a prisoner, once again locked in a cell - just like before. In addition to his mental fatigue, he also felt physical pain - mainly in the back of the head. He proceeded by attempting to cut himself loose, pulling away from the zip tie. Only noise he was making came from the shifting tent that staggered right and left as he attempted to escape. 

From time to time he would turn to the woman sitting by him, probably the one who was supposed to keep an eye on him. But he then started to think - why had they treated the wound on his head? All he remembered was running his ass off away from the walkers in the woods. He remembers trying to follow the car's trace then having to pull away when he got surrounded. 

But there wasn't time to second think this person's good nature. He had to get the hell out of the darn place, so continued to struggle with his hands. "C'mon pussy, you've gotten out of worst than this" he murmured to himself quietly as he grunted his way away from the zip ties. He then pulled himself towards the tent's pole and used his teeth in attempt to cut himself loose, once again a failed attempt. 

"Dammit" he grunted once more, twisting and turning, trying to tighten the zip tie so much it'd snap. But then it happened. His quiet escape attempt had turned into a loud crash. While twisting, his foot ran into the medicine shelf, sending pills and bandages crashing into the tents surface. There was no point in being ninja-like so the redneck snapped. "Let me go!! Get these damn things off me!!" He yelled intensely with his growling tone. 

At the sound of these yells, everyone in the camp seemed to awaken. First one out if their tent was Hank, running towards the green medical tent. He ran quickly, without a shirt nor boots. He wielding his axe as he crossed the campfire calling out for Imogen who was on watch. "Come on" he waved at the woman as he approached the medical tent cautiosly. He had no idea Heather had stayed inside once he busted through the unzipped entrance. 

At the side of an armed person, the redneck kept his mouth shut, but snarled at his capturer. Seeing that the man remained tied up, Hank raised his hands in peace. "Just calm down alright, we're not going to hurt you" he stated, putting his axe down on the ground. He then turned to DeSean and whoever else had joined him to put their guns down. Hank turned to Hearher noticing she hadn't been hurt in any way, then returned to the redneck. "My name is Hank, this is DeSean, Heather, and Imogen. We found yo-" he introduced, cut off by the captive. "Get me out of these damn cuffs!" 

"Shhhh. Just calm down, keep quiet, I'm sure you know what it's like out there. Make too much noise and they come like ants. Let's just......just be civilized. Have a.....conversation. Now I'm going to cut you loose, you're not gonna do anything stupid are you?" Hank questioned the redneck. 

"I don't think that's a good idea Hank, we don't kno-" DeSean couldn't finish. 

"Are you?" Hank asked again, urged to get an answer before he cut the guy loose. "No" the guy responded. Hank then slowly reached over the man - who felt uneasy having the hunter that close to him - and cut the zip tie. The first thing the guy did was massage his wrist as he sat up in comfort. Hank backed away slightly and allowed the redneck to stand. "Now, I've told you my name and that of our groups, I reckon you have one too?" 

The redneck hesitated a little, turning from face to face. He studied them and their body language, truly not labeling them hostile, but still uneasy. "........Floyd....." He responded in a whisper.