[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=c0c0c0]The Great Bazhooli[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Armory -> Headed South on LaGrange Street
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	Now, The Great Bazhooli was no doctor, but he could tell right off when someone was dead ad trying to get back up. Now, if [i]he[/i] lacked the basic wisdom to make that determination, he cat sure as hell seemed to be overabundant with it. Go figure. Schrodinger had a better grasp on survival than the extreme majority of humankind. Go kitty. 

	With this in mind, the flamboyant Cossack twirled the knives in his hands, nearing the fallen-but-animated form of Newnan's newish arrival, Sophia. He didn't know her, really not at all. But there was no sense in getting bashful around new people now. A glance to his left showed Jack approaching alongside swiftly but cautiously, looking a little happier now that he was armed again. The Great Bazhooli responded to his comment about their luck in directed, even syllables. 

	[color=c0c0c0]"Da. Luck is shit."[/color] Faster than blinking, the odd Cossack let one of his knives fly. It embedded deeply into the corpse's eye socket with enough impact to send it reeling backwards and fall heavily to the blacktop below. [color=c0c0c0]"Vill get better."[/color] 

	He broke into a solid run, barely pausing to recover his blade as he made for the Hordebuster, already pulling out of the parking lot in front of them. The machine didn't stop for the pair. The only courtesy given in that situation was that a suicide door in the sleeper cab opened and the massive vehicle slowed down. Did not stop. Slowed. Luckily, there were solid steps and a handhold in the form of a vertical bar next to the door, designed for purely this purpose. Bazhooli stowed his knives and leapt onto the truck, making handy use of bar and steps both. Instead of entering immediately, he leaned out to grab Jack, intent on helping him inside.  

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James(!)[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Hordebuster -> Building [b]1[/b] (Tower)
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	Having exited the Armory moments before, James didn't get to witness the sudden undead revival of Sophia. He had already dropped off his precious cargo of flammable liquid and firestarting materials, running yet again despite his protests out of sheer principle. Because that was smart, yes? Running full-tilt with huge, canvas bags full of liquor, glass, and bic lighters. Really something he should be doing. 

	Now burdened only by his raw awesomeness and the biggest Anti Materiel Rifle that god or man ever saw fit to grace/curse the Earth with, the ebon hogger made his way into the Courthouse and began his climb up to the tower. Step by precious step, he plodded his way upward, unslinging his rifle on the way. Upon reaching his favorite sniping position, he put an eye to the scope and turned his gaze over to the old Probate Court building, specifically the open tower at the apex of the building. It was the exact spot that those fuckers from Eden had used to fire down upon them from before, and represented the only vantage higher than his own for miles around. 

	Satisfed, at least for the moment, that it was unmanned, James glanced to his side. Guy was already there, set up with Alicia's old rifle. He was about to make mention of it, complain, shout a word or ten of forbiddance, but stopped himself. This was the purpose of the weapon. Guy was the second best range shot in Newnan. It would be unwise to put it in anyone else's hands right then. Guy seemed to know both halves of James's mind, his face taking on an apologetic look. James shook his head and waved it away. They were good. Guy was a good man, one of Ash's people from Virginia. Trustworthy type, even with that month of shoveling pigshit under his belt for leaving post. (A mistake that James was certain would not happen again.)

	The two each took a side, and began their scrutiny of home, plus what lay beyond. Guy was the first to break the silence. "So, you're in charge until Zoie's back up or Ash gets back, huh? That's gotta suck."

	[color=firebrick]"Yeah, that it do. Just one day. Few hours. I gots this."[/color] He really didn't, but he wasn't about to tell anyone else that, not any more than already knew he was nervous about the whole, gooey ordeal. He was a farmhand and one hell of a hog hunter. That's what he did. Leading an armed defense with redundant strategy? Not so much. [color=firebrick]"Aight, y'all. In position. Keep the info comin' to Big Daddy James."[/color] Of course he was nervous. And he just announced it to anyone with ears on. Figures. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] The Hordebuster
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	The second, and I mean [i]the second[/i] that everyone was onboard the still moving Hordebuster, Ash kicked it into a higher gear and made for the main gate. He opened a channel on the radio in the truck, addressing everyone still on Newnan's main frequencies. [color=steelblue]"Rescue Team: <ahem>"[/color] He realized that the "Team" consisted of two vehicles. Revising his tactic, he tried again. [color=steelblue]"Meg. Switch to alternate freqs. Let's keep this separate from Newnan's business. Ill keep my belt radio focused on home."[/color]

	[color=steelblue]"Front Gate! Open up as soon as it's safe to do so."[/color] Ash switched out to alt frequency, addressing Meg again. [color=steelblue]"Alright, our people are down Smokey Road. Just stay on LaGrange, it'll turn into Smokey after a little bit. Keep heading west, and stay just out of sight of us, if you can. You're running scout. Keep us informed on what you see. If things get too hot or something is impassable, tell us. Come back if it isn't safe, sit tight if it is. You've got this, Meghna. You're our girl."[/color] 

	The Hordebuster passed through the front gates, not slowing even as he gave a cursory wave to Jim. Habit, purely. If Ash smoked, now seemed to be an excellent time for it. Hell, after the past few weeks, he might just have to start. Of course, they would have to devote a healthy amount of their crop space to making that particular vice stick. Maybe after a long while of expansion, it could be something to look into. Not today; today two women that he had come to appreciate and respect (and a HELL of a lot more than he realized until an hour ago) were in need of help. And wounded parties. But mostly, his Valkyries motivated him. 

	It was rare for his 'Buster to make an appearance outside of the walls. If it was, that meant priority was assigned to the mission at hand. This day's activities? Very much priority. The big, mechanical juggernaut continued down LaGrange, its driver grim but cautious. [color=steelblue]"You guys keep weapons ready. Holstered or pointed straight up at all times, but ready. This could be a setup."[/color]