[b]Shannon - Railroad Tracks - Polyester[/b]

Shannon realized she was being ignored. Daniel was far too incensed to listen and it seemed to her that Aleck barely even registered her as existing. Her idea to wait and regroup would not be happening. She stepped away from Daniel, putting distance between her and the two men. She didn't have it in her to argue in an uphill battle.

Crossing her arms to deal with the cold, Shannon looked wistfully skyward. She stared anxiously at the stars, realizing she barely knew a single constellation. She remembered once having a vivid fantasy of staring at the night sky with some boy she loved, pointing out the constellations and counting the stars. She had forgotten to study for her dream date.

The approach of a third man brought Shannon's attention back to Earth. She took a few steps toward him in an attempt to see what he looked like in the dark. His voice had wavered slightly and he sounded a bit scared, leading Shannon to assume he was younger than her, but she was surprised to find him older when she got a good look at him. She considered what he said and placed a hand on his shoulder, directing him away from Daniel and Aleck. "My name's Shannon. You're welcomed to stick with us, but..." She cast her eyes downward. "This is kind of a bad time."

She stole a glance toward Daniel and leaned in toward the newcomer's ear. "I'll make sure Daniel lets you come with us," she whispered. "We have a garage where you can stay."

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[b]Beckett "Bex" Everett - Underground[/b]

Bex awoke to swearing and the sounds of fighting. He got out of bed - A cot smack dab in the middle of all the other piece of shit cots - and found some of the other men punching each other over some reason or another. It was really no surprise with half the group filled with savages. Not that Bex was complaining; it was merely an observation. He never said anything about how Tyler did things, even if some of it would have made the man Bex once was disgusted. No, it really didn't matter now. Survival was everything, and keeping one's mouth shut was just another part of that.

He wandered into what was considered the armory, having to duck low in order to avoid banging his head off a low hanging archway. There was a serious amount of weaponry down the armory, more than enough for everyone in the group. Most kept personal weapons on their person, but the best of the best was stored in the armory. The weaponry was regulated by Tyler, given out on expeditions, missions, or whenever Tyler just felt like it. There were guards on duty to ensure no one decided to sneak off with something they should not have. They hadn't an incident in such a while (Death by noose tended to put people off), though Tyler still kept a regular influx of guards.

In there now was Lauren, the only women in the group. She smiled at Bex as he came in and placed her hands on his hips, regarding him with an amused expression. A good mood, then. Bex liked Lauren, her red hair and slim, almost dainty features reminded him of a woman he once knew. Though, he sometimes wondered if Lauren was okay with the kinds of things Tyler got up to. She certainly had more reason than most to not be comfortable with it all, but she never really confided in anyone. Bex had tried to pick the woman's brain on multiple occasions, but she was a tough nut to crack. He suspected she was a lot like him, willing to put up with just about anything to ensure her own survival.

Lauren was a tough woman, and the proof lied entirely in the fact that none of the men had ever tried to force themselves on her. Of course, that may have been because of the man who stood next to her right now. Bull, the group's resident lumberjack, was a staggering seven feet tall man with more muscle than Bex thought entirely possible and an extremely bushy brown beard. The man was currently hunched over one table of weapons, probably checking if everything was in perfect condition. Tyler made the guards do that as well.

Lauren tapped Bull on the shoulder and waved toward Bex. Bull turned around and grinned, crossing his heavily bandaged arms. "Well, you look like shit today!" the man said jovially.

Bex flipped him the bird. "At least you look worse." He walked over to one of the desks and leaned against it, making Lauren shake her head.

"Don't go knocking those over!" she snapped.

Bex smiled at her. "You always say that."

"And then you knocked them over once, you idiot!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the display of weapons. "Why are you here anyway? I thought you'd be gone for a few days."

Bex sighed. "Turns out the mall is shitdeep in walkers again. Someone fucked up so I had no choice but to come back." Bex yawned loudly. "... And then I couldn't get much sleep with those assholes fighting all the time."

Bull walked up to them, pumping his fist. "They should take it the arena then." He licked his lips. "Not enough fresh meat down there, if you know what I mean."

Lauren rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. It was known that Lauren was a fan of the Bull's aggressive side. "Well, did you hear about Lynn, then?"

Bex shook his head. "Did we find her? I don't know much about it, Lauren."

"I know. I mean, they also brought another girl in. She looked pretty young."

Bex lifted an eyebrow, studying Lauren carefully. Why did she care who was brought in? Unless... "Maybe I'll go take a look at her," he said.

Bull placed his arms around Lauren, pulling her into a bear hug. He snickered. "Heh, I know I wanna take a look. Too bad we're stuck here, though." He placed a kiss on the top of Lauren's head.

"Oh, baby..." Lauren smiled and started rubbing Bull's hands. "You know I wouldn't let you anyway." Bull's hug loosened and Lauren twisted in his arms to place a kiss on his mouth. She would soon be lost in a mess of muscle and hair, Bex figured. He saluted to Bull as he left the armory, who responded with a wave before going back to giving Lauren his full attention.