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

The struggle to stand seemed to be an endless journey. First the grunts of pain, secondly the vigorous shaking of the legs. Jess' hands were like needles at this point. Even though the girl did her best to help him up, the tug was hurting Floyd more than she'd imagine. But of course Floyd didn't show her that pain, just held it in like the man he was. 

Once standing, the blood from his heart rushed through the veins in his legs. The numbness in them faded quicker than the walker virus spread. He lay on the wall holding his side as he faced Jess. He was about to tell her something when a sudden knock abruptly caused a scene. 

Helplessly, Floyd watched as Jess ran to the front door. It was too late to tell her to back away. The entire time she looked at him for guidance, for protection. 

[b]"What do we do?"[/b] she asked, her eyes filled with fear, or so they seemed. 

Before deciding to speak, Floyd wanted to take a look at the situation at hand. He started dragging himself down the wall towards the door. At times, his shirt would catch the friction of the wall and tug him backwards. The sudden movement caused him pain, but again he forced himself to prevent showing it. Soon enough he was at the front door. Slowly and cautiously he peeked out the window and stared at the armed black man. 

"Get me the knife!" Floyd whispered forcefully. He stretched out his hand waiting for his knife. Once he got it, Floyd turned towards Jess. "Go upstairs and lock yourself in the room, I'll get ya when it's all over" he ordered. 

He waited for her to do so before moving on to the next step. He headed into the kitchen, grunting as his wound was being forced. He pulled his jacket from one of the chairs and out it on, covering all the blood and pain. He then struggled to get back to the front door but was able. Floyd proceeded by placing his hand on the knob, his blade on the other. He opened the door in a way that his right hand - the one holding the knife - was invisible. 

He stared at the black man, watching him in silence. The two men just stood there, Floyd not saying a word. But the silence was broken when Floyd decided to speak. "What do ya want?!" He called out, stressing his vocal cords. And once again, the silence returned in a pause to hear the black man answer.