[b]Floyd - Train Tracks - Jessalyn/Tom/Doc(Jack)[/b]

As Jessalyn shared her life story with him, Floyd huffed. A stupid choice like that ruined her chance of survival. At this moment, he felt anger towards the guy who did that to her though. For some odd reason, people who take advantage of others are worse than wealthy scum. His head turned left to see her with his peripherals, but kept silent as he turned back to the kid. He planned on speaking, but words just wouldn't come together. 

The stuttering kid then began to talk. His words continued to take fluid breaks, which furthered Floyd's irritation. "Shut your mouth! You're pissin' me off! Can't you speak normally?" he yelled as his bow string became tighter. He was prepared to shoot the kid in the face, it annoyed him [i]that[/i] much. Suddenly Jessalyn started to speak to the doctor. Apperantly she wanted his help for the baby's sake, but was prepared to let a stranger 'help' her. Just like the incident with the guy she had sex with for protection. 

[i]"Do you mind?" [/i]

Floyd put his bow down and backed away from her. He couldn't believe this girl. She was falling right into the same situation as she had before. Floyd just couldn't process what was going through her head. This overheated situation continued to escalate because he felt he was the only sane person there. "Why the hell are you asking me? Do whatever the hell you want girl, you ain't [i]my[/i] problem" he said loudly, putting his arrow back into the quiver and strapping his bow to his backpack. Trusting strangers just like that will get you killed. 

Floyd then turned back to the kid. "You wanna help her too? Go right ahead!" he yelled at him, walking passed him and laying on the side of a rail car. His arms were crossed and was most obviously pissed. He was thinking whether he should walk away or stay, but couldn't make up his mind. In reality, he wanted to stay, but for so long he'd been fending for his own that he didn't know anything different. Most people go crazy when being alone for so long, but it wasn't like he was isolated from all society. He still went to town from time to time, but it wasn't like he had friends or anything. He hunted to eat, he hunted to live, that was Floyd Conlon.