[u][b]Eli - Haywood - Jessalyn[/b][/u]

As the assistant walked towards the northern gate, someone behind him called his name. He had just exited the administration office and was stopped by the girl from earlier. As she ran to him, he started to speak logically. "You should be resting kid, you barely got here, did you not like your room or something?" he asked, not waiting for a response because he knew she indeed enjoyed it. It was all over her facial expression. In addition to that smile, she was completely cleansed of all impurities. The hot water does wonders during these times. He then took her tender hand and shook it softly. "It is very nice to meet you Jessalyn" he said with a smile. He knew how things in Haywood worked and knew this little encounter would not last, so decided to cut their conversation short and not grow attached to any of the women that entered this complex. "Umm, well, I understand you wanna help, but just rest for the day" he said as he backed away. "Think of the child, just..........just rest for the day, I've got to run, but, it was nice to meet you Jessalyn, we'll talk soon okay" he finished as he turned and started to walk away. 

Suddenly, the guard standing at the doors of the administration office started for Jessalyn. "Ma'am, you cannot stand within thirty feet of this building without an access pass, please return to your quarters and follow the schedule provided to you by our commanding officer" he ordered, escorting her away from the office. "This will be your final warning, do not let us catch you this close to the office again or we'll act with force" he finished, pushing her away without mercy. "Now scram!" 

Eli heard the ruckus from where he was and turned to catch the soldier push the pregnant girl. From where he stood, he yelled at the armed man. "HEY! Do not touch her! Boss man doesn't want her harmed!" He came forth a couple feet and yelled again. "You touch her again and you'll get it soldier, now back to your post!" 

The officer gulped and returned to the office doors. "Sir yes sir!" 

"Be careful miss, this is private area!" Eli yelled from afar as he once again started walking away. It was obvious that they didn't want anyone without a pass around the administration office. It was basically abandoned by tenants. The only people present were soldiers and Eli, all the civilians were back in the apartment complex sector of the small haven. The people were told that the administration office was used by the higher-ups to create schedules and maintain a supply count in order to further the towns production level. It was basically and executive office where every aspect of law was created. Every tenant knew the man in charge was Mr. Levi, though they hardly ever saw him around. They didn't even know his first name, so they'd always turn to Eli for word. If Mr. Levi passed by, it was merely to go get supplies for the town. Every time he'd return, he would have two trucks filled with necessities, it was unbelievable. The people were told not to talk about it though, else they'd get kicked out of Haywood. They were commanded to keep silent of any executive decision, they had no say, it was not a democracy, but neither a dictatorship. It was a mutual relation between the 'government' - the decision makers - and the tenants. They helped the town run and they got whatever they needed - mutual relationship. 

[u][b]Floyd - The Chase[/b][/u]

The survivor opened his eyes to find yet another light shining brightly. A flashback of Eli's flashlight raced a crude image through his head. He spit to the side, he was filled with disgust. He had failed to protect that girl, something he said he'd do. But he was so tired now and could hardly move. His muscles tensed rapidly as his heartbeat sluggishly. His eyes were drowsy and his mouth opened, trying to catch the oxygen that followed the light breeze. Still he had the walker laying on his chest, which could have been the cause for his loss of breath, so he pushed it off of him. The walkers that roamed him the night before seemed to have left, trying to find another source of food. With a grunt, Floyd forced himself to sit up. He used his hands to hold himself seated, he didn't want to fall yet again. He turned towards his wound to find it had seized bleeding. Even with that, he tied the bandanna even tighter, just in case. Wiping his face with his bicep, he slowly started to gain his balance on his feet. He swung his hips forward in order to finalize his posture and stand straightforward. His knife was hanging by the tip of his fingers, but as he heard a voice, he griped it forcefully. 

Then he noticed there was nobody there. All he heard was Jess' voice echoing in his ears. The girl called his name multiple times, but he hadn't responded. Floyd angered quickly and punched the air. Along with his fist, his entire body swung forwards and he landed yet again on his knees. This time, he got back up without hesitating. He had black blood all over his tank top and belt of his pants. His own blood was all over his short goatee. His bottom lip was busted and the left side of his face was bruised red. His abdomen was most likely also swollen from the multiple kicks he obtained. For a couple of seconds, he just stood there trying to figure out what to do next. He thought about getting his motorcycle in order to make his trip faster, but his condition would not allow him to face off against any walkers. He turned to the ground to find footprints on the solemn grass. Since the place was sort of muddy, the tracks were easier to read than most. With a stagger, he started off in the direction the prints moved, but suddenly, they separated. He knelt down to get a closer look. Four people headed forward, three headed east. Since the prints heading forward seemed to have a lead man, it mean that it was most likely that Eli was that man. He was a kiss ass and always wanted attention, which meant he had to be the person leading the pack. The three prints going east must have been decoys to lure Floyd into some sort of trap or a maze to get lost if he'd survive the night, which he did. 

The redneck walked for hours on end, it seemed the path would never conclude, but it did. Finally, he reached a road that lead three different ways - right, left, or straight. The most difficult thing to track are vehicles. Once can't follow tire marks because they are unreliable foot prints. They could have been made way before the apocalypse even began. 

Sweat continued to flush down Floyd's body. He hadn't eaten for more than twelve hours and he left his bag attached to the bike in the woods. He now had second thoughts about going back to get it, but if he were to meet a hoard of walkers, his condition would not let him escape. With the sun shining brightly overhead, not even the breeze helped prevent the overwhelming heat. Floyd's knees gave up on him and caused him to collapse on his ass. He sat there motionless with his head down and eyes closed. He felt helpless at this point, unable to do anything. He could have saved her, it was his fault all this happened. "If only I'd kept my mouth shut" he murmured. "Why did I scream? Why the hell did I..............scream?" he questioned himself as he gasped for air in between words. Then he could see himself running towards her. "Maybe if I'd of ran faster. Maybe if I wouldn't have gave up" he added. He felt that her abduction was entirely his doing. He failed her when she needed him most, how does he live with that. He was tired of losing people. Everyone he knew vanished. He was like a plague, yet he wasn't a walker.