[b]Eli - Road to Haywood[/b] "Your wife is happy - Your wife is happy - Your wife is happy - Your wife is happy - Your wife is happy - Your wife is hap......" Eli stared at the hard sand beneath his feet, which looked like rugged sawdust at the time. But why? He turned to his right to see a large wooden wall being hung up by a large mechanical crane. To his left, a dog, barking at him, rushing towards his legs, playing around them. Eli's eyes became colored in Satan's image. They burned as confusion ran down his spine from the tip of his brain. He once again found himself staring at his feet, his boots suddenly were damped in water. As he returned his gaze to the right, the wall had been buried in the profound lake. The dog that stood next to him had drowned along with it. But as he faced up, he saw his wife. Standing there, shining like an angel sent from heaven. It was a beautiful sight, like the one dream a person wakes and remembers. "Iman, Iman......I'm sorry baby. I-I....Those people....they needed to survive. I had no choi-" "SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" she yelled, her voice as deep as the growl of a grizzly. Her skin then started to shatter and became contaminated in darkness. Her eyes pitch black and her angel wings burst into flames. She fell to her knees and started to disperse into ash. She shrieked in pain, a bodily pain that cannot be met by any sort of torment. "Baby NO!!!" Eli yelled, running towards her, but only getting further away. This abnormality was the mental vengeance Eli had to suffer every time his wife was mentioned. He lost himself in a trance that could not be broken until he witnesses his wife get submerged into the marine. Then his vision returns. The dirt again beneath his feet. The walls built like catacombs, racing down the aisles to see cells filled with slaves. He watched the guards quiet and waiting for his departure. "You know how the deal works from here. If you find the agreement honorable, then meet us at the gates of Haywood anytime at sunrise with the supplies demanded. We will then exchange for the girl" he said as he started down the hall. He didn't bother to stare into the cells, afraid his wife would recognize him is she was there. "I'll kill him" Eli murmured to himself as he saw the light of day dawning away. His men pulled the truck out of the parking slot and began to load their leader. "Are you okay sir?" "Let's go soldiers, we don't have time for chit chatter" Eli commanded. "Yes sir! Round it up gents, lets get going!" the commanding officer said, closing the van's sliding door and entering the passenger seat. "Boys, are y'all ready for retaliation?" Eli announced to the soldiers. "What do you mean sir? Against Tyler?" "No. Were taking over Haywood" ------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Floyd - Arena - Raiders/The Bull[/b] With the stench of black walker blood all over his arms, Floyd couldn't get away from the aroma of death. Walkers lay on the sands of the dome, motionless, facing death yet again, this time, for good. He was stained in dirt, facing not only physical fatigue, but mental. He was locked in a situation that he couldn't escape. Usually, he wouldn't run from a fight, but a fight he was forced into was a different thing. What was next? Floyd questioned everything now, but still believed in his logic - there aren't good people out in this new world. Then the applause started, the thundering clap that echoed through the halls. So many people there to watch him fight walkers, something that nowadays happened everyday without authority. Forced into battle, he was used to entertain the pirates that surrounded the Colosseum. These was not the Roman Empire, yet he felt a gladiator and slave to their oppression. The golem then started towards him, followed by his gargoyles, armed to the tip of their heads. Their rifles faded black, just like the walker blood that composed seventy percent of Floyd's persona. They seemed to take precaution, facing Floyd as if he were hostile. At this point, Floyd couldn't fight even if he wished, his arms weren't even responding to his nervous system or whatever system helps them move. Floyd isn't a science nerd. Anyhow, once 'The Bull' stood before him, taking the knife from the ground, Floyd started to look around his circumference. He watched all the raiders stare directly at him, some smiling, some pissed that he hadn't died in battle. His eyes were clinching together, hardly opened. Sweat had poured down his medium-length hair. Then the beast broke Floyd's trance of thought. He threw two questions at him, questions Floyd didn't know if he should answer, or if there was a right or wrong one. "....what kinda of things have you done to be here today?" "What do you think it takes to survive?" Floyd stared directly into the man's eyes. The Bull's eyes looked dark, this revealed his past to Floyd, how much of a monster he'd become after the outbreak. Floyd thought of the effects of answering the questions incorrectly. All he could think of was his demise, how he would be shot to death by a bunch of pirates. So the redneck chose to respond instead of remaining silent and still be eliminated. With his squinting eyes, Floyd took one last direct stare into The Bull's dark pupils. "You do whatever ya have to, that's what it takes." -------------------------------------------- [b]Haywood Guards - Gates - Rob[/b] The guards paused their shooting as they heard a voice call out to them. It was most definitely a man's voice, rugged and raspy, or so it seemed. The guards walked towards the words, finally reaching the man who will later be known as Rob. "Who the hell are you? Why the f*ck are you hiding the these woods huh? Are you one of those raiders? Answer dammit!" one of the guards yelled as two others closed in from all sides. All of them had this man targeted as hostile. One of the three soldiers got a foot from Rob and started to remove the visible weapons. "I'm confiscating them, don't you dare move" that soldier announced quietly as the head guard continued to ask questions. "Did Tyler send you? Huh?! Is he trying to go against our deal or something? He trying to cross us? Dammit why aren't you speaking?!" he angered. Two other soldiers took the position of those three soldiers at the gate for the time being. Nobody was allowed to leave as far as half-a-mile from Haywood unless Bruce or Eli stated otherwise.