[b]Hank/Floyd - On the Road[/b]

Floyd didn't even bother to ask why the young blonde woman didn't feel comfortable allowing him to borrow the crossbow. Instead, he crossed his arms and walked forward to the blockage in the road. Hank bit his bottom lip and felt disappointed with Imogen's decision. But again, he understood why she did what she did. He understood that some of the campers refused to believe Floyd as one of their own. He had only been with them for a month - not long enough to trust some would say. But in Hank's eyes, he had definitely earned his place - so far at least. 

Anyhow, there was no time to argue with her nor attempt to convince her to trust Floyd. Hank respected her decision even though he didn't like it. It wasn't for him to chose for her, he wasn't anybodies father or commander, he was just a leader - or attempted to be one at least. And there was also Heather, the one who seemed to always go against his orders. She decided it'd be best if she tagged along, another decision Hank didn't agree with, but had no say in. He knew that if he said anything against it, she'd come back with a stronger reason to accompany them. She was like that - one step ahead just in case. 

"Here" Hank called out to Floyd, walking towards the man. He extended the rifle DeSean gave to him and passed it on to the redneck. "I don't use guns" he stated, showing the man his axe. The reason for his ways was unknown, not even DeSean knew why Hank refused guns. There had been one incident in his past that scared Hank of his own abilities with a weapon. But that's a story for another time. 

Anyhow, with only two people actually armed with projectile weapons, Hank hoped nothing would go wrong. Heather had her pistol and Floyd the rifle. Seth only had a machete, nobody trusted him with guns, he was too rash at times, letting his fear get to him. Arming a person like that would only bring problems. But regardless their status, the group had to make sure the path was safe enough to cross. There was no way Hank would allow the entire group to run into a hoard of walkers unexpectedly. 

"Forty-five minutes!" Hank called out to DeSean as he followed Floyd into the array of broken down vehicles. Soon enough, the four scouts were now surrounded by small buildings and parked vehicles. DeSean and the others had reversed farther out to get away from the little town - just to be on the safe side. Hank and Floyd led Heather and Seth at the time. The entire place was dead quiet, only the sound of their footsteps were heard. This extreme silence made Hank a little uneasy, Floyd on the other hand looked calm and relaxed. The man held the rifle as though he'd been trained with one since birth. Without further ado, Hank decided to act. "We should make sure the buildings are secure, we don't want these deadbeats to come at us from all angles" he started, turning to Floyd as he pointed to his right. "You and Seth check those buildings over there. Don't go inside, just get a quick view from the windows, we don't want to start unnecessary trouble." 

Floyd nodded and turned towards Seth. "C'mon" he said in a whisper, cocking his rifle and heading in the direction of the buildings. In the meantime, Hank turned towards Heather. "Your with me" he stated, not making eye contact. 

On the other side of the spectrum, DeSean and the group behind awaited as the time ticked. It had only been about seven minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. Jennifer sat in the SUV brushing her long luxurious hair. DeSean just sat in the driver's seat with the door open, looking at his watch. He wasn't concerned with what the others were doing at the moment, but made sure to keep an eye on them from time to time. "He'll be back, don't worry" Jennifer said as she looked at herself through the passenger sun visor. "I know baby, I'm just concerned about that redneck f*cker. I still don't trust'em. What if he-" he started, suddenly cut off by an unexpected drop of water that clashed with the vehicle's windshield. Then suddenly three more appeared to cloud his sight. As DeSean stared towards the sky, he could see hundreds of raindrops coming his way. "Everyone get inside your vehicles! Lock them and stay armed until it stops raining!" he commanded, closing the door and windows to the SUV. He locked all the doors and used a small towel to dry his head and shoulders. He could see as the rain raced towards the city. "Damn" he cursed. 

"Damn!" Hank cursed, his shoulders being soaked as he rushed towards the buildings with Heather by his side. He tried to open the door to one of them but it was locked. "Watch out" he told Heather, having her move aside as he used his axe to burst the glass door. It was dark inside, but light enough to see. He made sure to go in first and had Heather follow after he secured the entrance. Once she was inside, he looked back into the street and attempted to spot Seth and Floyd. "Damn, I can't see them can you?" 

The rain had become so fierce within seconds of its first impact. It was as though a hurricane just popped out of nowhere. Well, it wasn't as bad as a hurricane, but it was so much rain it made it difficult to see in distances. On the other side of the street, Floyd and Seth had had the same idea as Hank, taking refuge within a building. "We'll stay here till' this passes" Floyd exclaimed, looking through the drapes. The two had entered a small local orthodontist office. "We have to go make sure they're alright though don't we?" Seth asked, shivering off the rain. Floyd didn't respond though, just kept staring out through the window as though he'd seen something. "What is it?" Seth asked, getting closer to the redneck. Quickly, Floyd rose his balled fist signaling Seth to stop moving and be quiet. He closed the drapes slowly and backed away from the window. Slowly the two men moved behind the front desk, Floyd pointing at the door with his rifle. Seth laid on his ass completely hidden. "Is it walkers?" he whispered at Floyd. Floyd turned to Seth. "No" he whispered, still pointing his gun at the door. 

On the other side of the street, Hank looked through the building, looking for anything that might come in handy later. Apparently they had entered a paper company, so not many things seen at the moment were necessities. It was all basically paper, printers, copiers, and etc. "Find anything useful?" Hank asked Heather, looking through some documents that had nothing to do with anything. "Yeah, I found something" a deep voice responded. Hank turned up with his axe in his hand, but was met with the back of a shotgun, dropping the man to his back. Another man pointed his rifle at Heather, telling the woman to get on her knees and drop her stuff. There were a total of four, all seemed very funky looking. "We gon' eat tonite ain't we Billy?!" one of the four said excitedly. He was basically jumping up and down with a big grin on his face. "I don't know John, I might want this one for myself" Billy responded, grabbing his groin as he licked his lips at the sight of Heather. He still had his gun pointed at her in order to keep her on check. "This one's down for the count. For now at least" called out the other large man - large meaning fat. "Once it stops raining we can head back" the fourth man said affirmatively. "Yes capt'n" John responded with that same creepy smile.