[b]Floyd - The House - Jess[/b] The kitchen was silent as well as the entire house at the moment. Not even the noises from outside were heard at this point, both guest were lost in their own thoughts. Floyd sat in one of the stools near the kitchen center table. He had his knife out, stabbing at the tabletop from time to time in attempt to stop the escalating anger. Only thing that came to mind at the moment were questions. Why did Jess think he'd leave? What made her believe such a thing in the first place? Did she only want him there to stay alive? Was she just using him? Obviously Floyd didn't know how Jess actually felt. He'd been so afraid to get close to the girl, that she hardly shared anything with him. But the incident that just occurred scared not only Jess, but Floyd as well. Witnessing her fright, the fright she bore in her eyes was not desirable, but it happened. It was apparent to Floyd that he obtained that uncontrollable rage from his father, like it were a trait or gene. He didn't want to be that man though, he feared him as much as Jess does Floyd at this moment. He used to whip him when he got angry, used to abuse him every time something didn't go his way. It was an unimaginable brutality. There was a time he was stabbed in the side by his own father. Luckily, Floyd wasn't harmed intensely by it. Regretting his actions, Floyd stopped stabbing the table and let his knife fall flat. He put it back into its sheath all while picking up the rag from earlier. He tired to turn the water on, but it wasn't working, so instead took a bottle from his bag. He started up the stairs slowly, not trying to startle Jess if she was still there. Once he got to the second floor, he noticed she had locked herself in the room from earlier. Floyd looked away and headed into the baby's room. He placed the rag and the bottle of water on the floor as he pulled out his knife. He started cutting the wallpaper from the edge then continued by peeling it away slowly. Apparently, the pink wallpaper with ducks was laid on top of yet another wallpaper underneath it. He had to do this to all the walls, he didn't want them covered with blood any longer. After doing so, the walls now had the older wallpaper which was completely yellow with a colorful abstract design on it - rainbows and such. After that, he removed all the blood spoiled covers from the crib. He used the rag and water to clean off crib itself. It was difficult to take the dried up blood from the floor, but Floyd accomplished that as well. The changing table was irreparable though, it was cracked on nearly all sides. Without any use of it, Floyd dragged it out of the room then took it downstairs and outside, taking it behind the house and scanning the area in the meantime. He noticed the sun was coming down so he was on high alert. Once he returned inside, he went back into the room and cleaned off everything else, making sure it was completely scoured. That took about thirty minutes to an hour. Sweating from all that, Floyd took off his jacket and placed it on the rocking chair. He left the room and closed the door, one of the hinges still damaged. With a sigh he just stood there quietly. He scratched the back of his head before starting towards the room Jess was in. He laid on the wall next to that room's door and knocked. From outside the room he said "I'm sorry" before once again starting towards the stairs. --------------------------------------- [b]Haywood Militia - Farm - Farmers/Lauren/Katie[/b] "Dammit, he killed Wilson!" Johnson said as he started aiming for the old man and the kid. He had them on the scope sight but didn't fire, instead he started running away himself as he witnessed the light inside the farmhouse. He was heading back to the truck, leaving Anthony and Elliot behind. In the meantime, Elliot turned back to see the woman running away from him. "What the-" he exclaimed as he turned his weapon towards Lauren. He turned the safety off and cocked his weapon. The entire time he had his safety off, Elliot wasn't the man to look for violence. Before deciding to fire, he turned to see if Anthony was next to him, which he wasn't. Instead, Anthony was chasing after Jacob, the man that sucker punched him. Turning back, Elliot continued to watch the woman get farther and farther. "Uhhhh" he mumbled, not knowing what to do. The man shook his head a couple times and finally made an executive decision. He pointed his weapon and started to shoot at her feet, only wanting to scare her and prevent her from getting any farther. He didn't even aim to injure her, merely to frighten her and have her enter a state of shock or something. But his firing stopped when a small kid came running out of the woods. Elliot put his gun down as his eyes widened. He couldn't believe that these people were fending off for their own. From where he stood, Elliot could tell the child was about ten years old by her height. He started to hesitate, not knowing what to do until he heard Anthony scream from afar. Before Anthony screamed, the man was running after Jacob. He planned on shooting the man until he noticed the direction he was headed. Jacob was running towards the walkers Anthony saw earlier by the back fences. "Fuck that" Anthony said to himself, running back towards the farmhouse to find it was already being destroyed. A flame had emerged from the inside, the house starting to collapse on itself as it burned brightly in his eyes. "Elliot, WATCH OUT!!!!" Anthony yelled. Suddenly, the wall behind Elliot collapsed on the man, completely eradicating him from presence. Anthony's eyebrow raised in surprise, he couldn't believe everything was going so wrong for him. At the moment, he stood there motionless, looking side to side as he tried to find an escape route. "Dammit" he cursed, urging himself to run passed the side of the house and back towards the truck. He ran as fast as he could and actually managed to pass up Johnson who hurt himself trying to escape. The man twisted his ankle, possibly tearing some kind of muscle. Anthony passed him up until he could see two noticeable people before him near the gates. Henry and Audrey were down there, obviously trying to hide, but failing. "Them bastards" Anthony cursed in a whisper. If they went back and told Daniel what happened everything would go to hell. Therefore, it was time act. Anthony started back towards Johnson who was using his rifle as a walking stick to get away. But after one step, Johnson stopped in his tracks. "What are you doing Anthony?" he asked as Anthony raised his gun at him. Anthony had his gun held with both hands, one on the trigger, the other holding his trigger hand. Loudly and clearly he spoke, all in order to get Henry and Audrey to hear him. "You weren't suppose to shoot at them man!" he started. "Our mission was to bring back the survivors man, not try and kill them!" Anthony continued. "What are you talking about? Robert said to kill them!" Johnson angered. The man feared for his life, so his voice raised in volume. "Robert isn't the leader man, its Daniel, we take orders from him. I can't let you go back to Haywood man, you're a killer Johnson!" Anthony yelled. Johnson feared what was coming, so he quickly raised his rifle, but was met with force. A bullet sprung from Anthony's gun and pierced him through the head, causing the man to fall back into the dirt. The rifle fell on top of Johnson as his body deceased along with the farmhouse. Anthony then turned and acted as though he'd never saw Henry and Audrey, running towards the truck. Robert's mission failed.