[b]Tyler - Catacombs - Enrique[/b]

The man had enough strength to utter that he hadn't been bitten. He looked pretty bad off, and Tyler considered ending the man's life right there. However, something stopped him. Tyler found himself taking pity on the man, even if he had been an enemy. He was a warrior; Tyler would need warriors.

He leaned down next to the man. "Here, I'll help you walk." Tyler put the machete on the ground and scooped the bloody man into his arms. With a deep breath, Tyler pulled the man to his feet. He leaned on Tyler heavily, his blood staining Tyler's own clothes.

Tyler pushed as fast as the man would allow. He managed to say his name was Enrique, but his wounds didn't allow him to say much else. "I'm Tom," Tyler said, leading Enrique down corridors he'd been down a thousand times before. "Fuckers had me chained up down here. I fought in their arena a few times and somehow managed to live this long." Tyler shook his head. "What a mess."

They reached their destination soon after: the women's quarters. Tyler couldn't very well leave without seeing what had become of his so-called legacy. They stepped inside, needing only to go as far as the doorway to see what had happened. Gore littered the walls. Blood, guts, and dead bodies painted the room. A few walkers were still inside, feeding on the lingering remains.

"Oh god," Tyler said, a lump forming in his throat. He felt tears sting at his eyes and his whole body began to shake. He had [i]cared[/i] about these women, no matter what anyone believed. Some of them had even carried [i]his[/i] children. They and the hope they had carried with them were reduced to nothing more than this grisly painting. "Let's get out of here," Tyler said, his voice touched with sadness. Tyler turned his back on the room, though it felt like he was turning his back on everything he had ever fought for.

Tyler began bringing Enrique to the front entrance. Chances were likely they would have an easier time getting out from that direction, especially now that the fighting had began to simmer down. The sound of gunshots had become more erratic and Tyler figured that his men were probably all dead or captured by this point. Whatever fighting remained would be between Haywood and the released walkers.

As they rounded a corner, Tyler spotted a group of the said walkers at the end of the hall. He licked his dry lips. "I'll have to put you down for now, buddy." He would probably have to leave the man behind completely, but Tyler didn't think that would be a huge loss.

But as Tyler began to put Enrique down, shots rang out. Tyler awkwardly spun Enrique and himself around to spot the attacker. Tyler's eyes widened at who he was seeing. "Bex?"

Bex lowered his rifle and peered curiously at Enrique. He opened his mouth to speak, but Tyler moved to interrupt him. "Bex! It's me, Tom. We need to get this guy out of here before he bites it."

Bex didn't respond immediately. Tyler's knuckles whitened as he gripped the machete. He hadn't known if Bex was one of the loyal ones. This one had always been a bit a tough nut to crack. He had pledged his life to Tyler months ago, but Tyler had always seen a glint of self-righteousness in Bex's eyes. He thought he hid it so well, but Tyler knew better.

"... Tom. I'm sorry, my head's completely rattled." Bex stepped forward and put a shoulder under Enrique. "Just hold on man, alright?"

Tyler nodded and started forward, his face a mask of grim determination.