[b]Floyd - The House - Jess[/b]

Her embrace helped Floyd fight the urge to scream and shout. He felt as though his lungs were calling for anger, but her words prevented them from unmasking. Floyd felt her tears fall on his arms as she continued to hold him. He also felt her stomach press against his side, feeling that motherly warmth he so long desired. Like her he was also breaking down, his tears getting heavier as she spoke. 

When her hands then reached his face, he stopped the flowing of the tears, not wanting her to see them. He stared directly into her sunny bright eyes, listening to every word that came from her soft tender lips. Then she embraced him yet again, telling him that he was not his father and appreciating everything he's done for her. He couldn't help but feel her emotion run from her touch through his body. She was very optimistic and was showing her true colors. 

Those same solemn lips then came in contact with his rough and tear-filled cheek. Not only once, but twice. Floyd didn't fight it though, the loving sensation proved far greater than what he though. But without another second to spare, her alluring lips came crashing into his. But without notice, they pulled away faster than he could process. He didn't even have time to react when she moved backwards, befuddled by her own actions. 

Unlike every other time, Floyd followed her, escaping his solitary confinement. At this point, the two were still on the floor, but Floyd stood, helping Jess up as she couldn't look into his eyes. She continued to speak, but did not break away from his chest, she wasn't making eye contact, which was ironic. But Floyd didn't care anything about that, he felt some kind of connection that was drawing him to her. Taking one step closer, his body came in contact with her belly. He used his hand to raise her chin, making eye contact inevitable. Electricity ran through his veins as he felt himself get even closer than before. His heart pounded louder and faster than ever before. At that moment he wanted to know everything about this girl, more than he already did. But most of all, he wanted to her delicate lips to meet his. And just like that, Floyd's lips met Jess'. The warmth of her mouth sent a current through his body, arousing him. His right hand reached for the lower arc of her back as his right followed. 

But all good things must come to an end as a sudden impact came ramming against the front door. Floyd broke away from Jess, pulling out his knife quickly from its sheath. "Stay here" he ordered her as he walked quickly towards the front door. The noise came again, which eventually was made out to be a knock. Somebody was knocking on their front door. For a minute, Floyd just stared at the door from the inside. There was no peephole, so there was no telling what was outside. 

Floyd's teeth came together as his eyes squinted in aspiration. He held his blade up in defense as his left hand reached the knob. Slowly he twisted the knob then quickly opened the door. "Help me!" a man yelled, entering the home. "It's following me!" he called out again, nervous as hell at both the one walker that was walking towards the house and at Floyd, the man who was pointing a deadly weapon at him. 

Making a vital decision, Floyd pushed the man to the side and busted out the door in a light jog. He ran up to the walker and jabbed his blade straight through its head, causing it to collapse instantly. He then pulled his knife out and took a deep breath before running back inside. But as he closed the door and turned to the stranger, he was met with a revolver pointed straight at him. "Put the blade down ma man!" the stranger commanded. Floyd followed and threw his knife to the wooden surface, kicking it towards the man. "Now, give me all your food and everything you got." 

"No" Floyd answered, his eyes red once again. "Do you wanna die?" the stranger asked all while cocking his revolver. "C'mon man, don't be stupid, just give me your stuff and I'll be on my way. No harm no foul" the man said. Floyd just stood there without words. If he went to the kitchen to grab his supplies, the man would see Jess and possibly hurt her, but if he did nothing, he'd get shot, the stranger would most likely find Jess, and he'd do things to her Floyd couldn't even imagine. "C'mon buddy, I know you've got some food in here, where's it at?!" the stranger angered. "This way" Floyd said, starting to go upstairs, looking off to the side hoping Jess wasn't in sight, which fortunately she wasn't. 

The stranger followed Floyd into the baby room. "What the hell is this? Where's the dam food huh? Tryin to tric-" he wondered, cut off by Floyd's sudden jerk of the hip. A fist came flying into the strangers face out of nowhere. Suddenly a shot rang through the house, both the stranger and Floyd then came rolling down the stairs, smashing against the walls. Floyd crawled back to his knife and flung it at the stranger, stabbing the man directly in the chest. The stranger lost the grip of his revolver so it fell to the floor. He then lost his own balance and also fell to his side, crashing against the lumber. His body fidgeted for a couple of seconds before it lay motionless. Floyd stood and made sure he didn't come back by stabbing him directly through the skull, piercing the brain. But as his breath started to calm down, a sudden pain came from his side. He looked down to see blood dripping from the right side of his stomach. Fearing the worse, he fell back down to his back, applying pressure at wound with both hands. He seemed to be in a state of shock as his eyes grew wide and his breaths uncontrollable. It all just went downhill so fast.