[center][b]TOBIAS[/b][/center]

when Ravenia snapped at Jacob, he knew why she did or partly.. she was tired and hurting. watching her actions with a raised brow, when she was finished "or we could do that as well, that works to" while she did that, he took and pulled the side of his non existant waistband, and tied a knot, hoping that would keep his pants up, nodding at her words. "hoofing it is not a problem then, i wouldnt put you at any undo risk" he said. 

taking her Cloak, he laughed. "no, i dont mind thank you so much for asking me" he said, walking after her as they headed back toward the gate. "Marcus is with Shay, we'll have to use the manual for the door" he said softly as they walked, seeing that over the shoulder look. "you dont know that, dont even start with that.." but his words died out as he ran forward, seeing her stumble he came up behind her. "totally lied" helping her to stand. "we'll get you the shot, relax you wont feel a thing" the moment her rapier was sheathed. "you can kill me later for this" and with a quickness he swept her legs out from under her, picking her up in a Cradle, before he hurried toward the gate, hoping someone got to the Manuel control switch and could get the gate open and to the Med Center.. his bare feet hurrying them across half baked bodies or ash piles. 

[center][b] Nicolas [/b][/center]

Two Hundred Miles away, in Jackson Mississippi.. a man crouched down on one knee.. he wore what looked like remains of a shirt, it was tattered and frayed around the ends, his chest bare open.. what held the item on was the two thick leather crisscrossing straps that went across his chest, buckling and securing it on.. across his right arm was a metal like gaunlet, protecting that arm, while the left one was bare. a hood pulled up over his head as he sighted down the scope of a beaten, battered old sniper rifle. his breath came slowly, his finger resting on the trigger as he looked around, finding a dozen undead walking around what had been a nice looking river Barge, that seemed to still be floating. he was perched in an old, run down building for the moment, behind him eight undead already lying scattered around, some with their limbs and heads blown off, others thick stab wounds right between their eyes or for some the sockets where eyes would have been. 

clearing his throat, he spoke.. his voice rough, but with an edge of seduction about it ."ye though i walk through the vally of the shadow of death, i shall fear no evil.." a squeeze of the trigger. eighty yards away a head exploded from the shot. "Cause i carry a BIG MOTHAFUCKING STICK" he yelled out, laughing as he pulled the trigger again, this time a leg blew off, the undead stumbling and falling over into two others, knocking them down. "and im the meaniest motherfucker in this vally" he finished his little quoting, and probably wasting a dozen unnecessary shots, he was toying with undead, playing as it were.. blowing limbs off, leaving them arm and legless on the ground but not killing them til the end. once the path was clear. he stood up, groaning, he tossed the hood back that was over his head.. he had a small scar going across his nose, his eyes were muddy brown.. his hair was short and raven black, the stubble on his face was days old, giving the look of a nice coming in beard though he wasnt old by any means.. rifle over his shoulder he smirked, a cocky, arrogant smirk.. his pants hung loosely at his waist, even with the belt he wore, it looked like his hips were the only thing keeping them up. "damn im good" turning around he walked out his perch and headed back down the building.. coming outside, his land runner sat parked there.. the frame of an older vehicle he'd read was called a Dune Buggie, he had it loaded down with junk.. on the back was his travel supplies, strapped to the back frame. he dismantled his sniper rifles and put it back where it went in the black, hard case, closing it and latching it secure he peeked inside, smiling. "did you catch those shots?" he asked, grinning he pulled his long curved blades out from the sheaths, twirling them around before he climbed in.. who was he talking to? sitting on the front of the runner, a half charred, bent out of shape bobble head sat there. "you can go ahead and say it, im a bad motha fucker, i already know" thumping its head, which hung off to the side a big it began bobble heading. "oh stop, your too kind" laughing he started the runner and tore off, bumping up and down on the old roads, yelling like a mad man as they were tumbling around corners and turns before he skidded around, coming up to the river and the old barge. "of course its going to work" looking over. "im driving us right up onto the thing" he scoffed, looking at the bobble head. "even if the engine doesnt work, we can float right on down it" shaking his head, he sped up, the engine whinning as he burst through the gate, sending old boxes and crates crashing into the water as he drove right up on the dock and then right off of it, slamming down onto the barge, which groaned and creaked, distrubing the water. "see" he said. "told you" 

unhooking all the lines had been easy, he cut through them with ease, or he used a gun to shot the lines off.. each shot was right on target, what he aimed at, he hit. "so, i figure we ride this bad boy on down, straight for Paradise" he said loudly.. the Bobblehead guy ontop of the Runner now, having been moved there to 'watch' him. "they are not going to shoot me, im sure Mother has already forgiven me of what i did and will give me my rank back among the warriors, if i want it.. i dont know yet" shrugging as he stood on the dock, looking down. "i might be going back for her too, so what?.. you dont know, just wait til you see her" grinning as he relived the memories. "she'll probably jump me the moment she sees me, im just saying its going to go from shock to we are doing it right in the middle of the city, you just watch.. but not to much, cause that could be creepy.. but Ravenia and me were Wild, and that was when we were teenagers, can you imagine now, i know i can" last line undone, the Barge began creaking and groaning.. the thing probably stuck there for a good while, but it started moving, the current taking it. "ah, told ya" and then pain erupting on his leg.. he looked down. "son of a bitch!" an undead, the one he'd shot the legs off of, had crawled toward him the whole time he hadnt been paying attention, and now had a nice piece of his pants leg and skin in its mouth.. "fucker!" he raised his leg and brought his foot down on its head once, twice, then three times til the head popped like a grape.. hissing from the burning pain he dropped onto the barge and hobbled toward his Runner, going past it into the wheel house.. taking the wheel he spun it and when the barge began going in the direction he sighed. "good, we can steer.. oh im not going to look forward to whats coming from this bite, not one bit" sitting down, he opened a pouch on his belt, pulled out a dirty squirt bottle and a bandage roll.. pulling open the top he took three quick breaths before he squeezed the entire contents of the bottle into and on the bite wound.. screaming in pain as it burned and hissed, and stung like a bitch.. "ahh DAMN IT!!" yelling, he wrapped the bite mark, tying it off tightly til it almost cut off Circulation. "Paradise, im coming home" and he started laughing as he looked out the broken window of the wheel house.