[b]Floyd - Train Yard - Jess/Doc/Tom[/b]

Floyd overheard her introduction to the doctor, learning the girls name. Jessalyn, goes by Jess apparently, but that didn't entitle her to learn his name yet. If he told them his name, that would mean he would be one step closer to uniting with them, an action he didn't yet know if he wanted to take. Floyd felt that the girl was too trusting, she didn't even question herself before acting upon her will. He understood her situation - she had a child and needed to take care of it - but survival was given to the fittest. There wasn't good people out there anymore, everyone changed. Good people became animals, regardless how pure they were. But this girl, this innocence, was it an exception to Floyd's belief? 

Then Jess offered her food and shelter to the strangers, including Floyd himself. "What about your friend? Don't you think you should consult with her before you give away your stuff? She's been gone for a while by the way, aren't you worried about her?" Floyd asked as he turned towards the direction Lynn had gone off too. It had definitely been a while since she left them. In secondly, who the heck just abandons her group member and leaves them with a bow-wielding redneck? People just weren't sane anymore. Maybe she just lay her burdens on somebody else, ditching the pregnant woman in order to increase her chances of survival. After all, that would have been the smartest thing to do. 

Floyd then started to walk in that direction, prepared to head back into the city. "Keep your food, you need it more than me. I can do just fine on my own" he stated as he began to walk away. As much as his heart was telling him to stay, his mind and conscious was forcing him to walk away. He lived by the code of lonesome and pride. He wasn't alive because he begged for help or had people aid him, he was alive because of his own personal strength. "Good luck" he finished as his boots brushed through the green grass and the overwhelming heat of the sun. 

He was going back to the city to not only get supplies, but in search of another vehicle. Since his stolen bike died, he needed some other form of transportation. There was no possible home anymore. One must always be on the move in order to survive, it was basically a law. Settling down in one location was impossible, it always ended badly, regardless how good one thinks they have it. Eventually, everything rots to hell, just like the world they currently roam.