[b]Haywood - Trade Route - Raiders[/b]

The van had been on the road for about ten minutes. For months the trade was done outside the gates of Haywood, but this day would be different. Since the acceptance of trade was shattered, the Haywood guards would finally be on the offensive. They've been planning this with Elijah for many months, nearly from the beginning of the trades. The plan was to drive to the center line of the two-way street that connected Haywood and the raider catacombs. They would then blockade that same street with about two vehicles, one of them being the black van that carried Jess. Of course, once Tyler's men drive up to the vehicles they won't be too happy because protocol would be altered. One of the guards, most likely Robert, would explain that they will no longer do trade outside of Haywood gates and this would be the new location where it should occur. He will probably say it was an order from Bruce Levi, though it obviously wasn't, but Tyler didn't know that. 

Two other trucks would be hiding in the woods, the men prepared to ambush the parked raiders. They could possibly end Tyler's life then and there, making it easier to take down the catacombs later on. "Everyone gear up!' Robert called out to the men in the blockading trucks. He stood before the sliding door of the van, looking into the distance of the street, waiting for the raiders. The men in the woods were armed from head to toe. They had their assault rifles pointed and ready to fire, safeties off. Robert looked back at the truck, hoping the girl was okay in there. If anything went wrong, their first priority was to make sure she remained safe. 

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[b]Floyd - Cell - Bull[/b]

As the giant rock golem opened the door of his cell, Floyd looked up to meet him. The redneck's eyes were squinting tightly because a sudden gleam of light that attacked. Floyd looked hopeless there on the ground, motionless and without words. A lot of prisoners whom have been left alone for a certain amount of time end up talking to themselves, Floyd was an exception. He never really desired conversation, he was a loner. Before the outbreak, all the conversation he listened to was via his radio. He was fond of acoustic music and soft rock. He hadn't listened to any music since he abandoned his cabin before the world went to hell. If he was given the chance to retrieve one thing from that day, he'd pick the radio. 

Anyhow, the Bull's voice echoed loudly in that small cell. It sounded like grunts, but it could still be deciphered as English. It irritated Floyd how Bull thought they were friends or something. In all, Floyd didn't believe he had friends, he had an overall thought that there were no good people out there. He'd prefer staying away from others so that he wouldn't get attached to someone he'd later lose. It would fuck with his mind in some way or so he believed. But then, Floyd's ear turned to Bull's words as he asked him to join them. 

[i]"We'd like you to join us, man."[/i]

The man's hand was extended to take Floyd's. The thought of joining these pirates ran through Floyd's mind. He thought of all the outcomes and possible hazards joining them would bring. But also, he thought of what would happen if he didn't. Would he again face off in the arena against infinite amount of walkers? Would he be murdered for deciding not to join them? There was no way of knowing, the only thing Floyd [i]did[/i] know was that if he joined them, he'd have a better chance of surviving. Not only that, but he may be able to escape this rotten place during night or something. 

So with all set and done, Floyd took Bull's offer. He reached for the man's hand and helped himself up. "Ya got sumplace I can get cleaned up?" he asked the man in a near raspy-whisper. He still had that black undead blood all over his clothing and some on his face. The tray of food the raider-girl had provided him was empty. As much as he hated it, he didn't have a choice but to eat what was given to him. When people gave him things, Floyd thought he'd later owe them, but this situation was different. All he wanted to do was kill these people in cold blood, but only when the chance revealed itself.