[center] [b]Tom - Railroad Tracks - Jessalyn/Lynn/Floyd/Jack.[/b]
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Tom finished freshening up, he placed his hand under the bottom of his shirt; raising the cloth to his face.. patting his skin dry. He gazed over his shoulder, he could of swore he heard talking.. and then the roar of a motorcycle.. maybe the other fellow left-..?

Tom found that it was a good idea to find out the reasoning behind the whole ordeal and what went down, since he couldn't quite hear /everything/ that was said or did in the process of the conversation, he hoisted his rucksack farther onto his shoulders.. he looks to his left and right, seeing nothing but.. trees. It was the only time he really had felt safe and security in the past few months, he could bend down.. take a drink, without a care in the world - he couldn't do that before.

The boy walked back where he came from in the woods, soon seeing the light that shone down upon the woods; and then the train-tracks, where he noticed two individuals - and one walking offwards down the tracks towards some infected, he bit the corner of his lip in nervousness.. he pulled on his suspenders, snapping them on his skin-.. he adjusted his Amish Dress Hat, which had a raised telescope top.. the hat worn was suitable for people in the amish community for ages twelve to fourty-five, so he still had alongtime to make use out of it. He made himself presentable.. he didn't want to look like a slob, and then he slowly walked out of the woods-.. he stood beside the tracks in some gravel now, he could physically touch the woman and the man if he wanted to at this point..

He turned on his heels, not of his shoes-.. he was barefoot, he was dressed in nothing but some grey Amish denim pants, his black hat, his suspenders, and a grey sleeveless vest which showed his scratched up wrists, and arms-.. from walking into rough terrain where thorns protruded.

Tom gave a slight wave of the hand towards the two.. now three, as he noticed a man who had also ran up from out of nowhere.. he greeted himself in a soft-spoken voice, barely audible.. "D'-.. d'ello, I-I-.. I'm T-Tom.. I-I w-was w-watchin' f-from b-back there.." you'd really have to listen to hear him, he's quite choked up.. his main trait is that of being shy, very shy.. semi-mute. He chews on his lip nervously with his hands behind his back, his fingers interlaced with his other hand.. nervously awaiting a response.