[b]DeSean - Roadway - Seth/Heather/Group[/b]

"What the hell do you mean?!!" DeSean yelled as he took Seth by the collar and slammed his back into the SUV. "How did you lose him?!" he screamed again, aggravated by his non-returning friend. Seth had become speechless by the sudden urge of violence. He fell to his knees in attempt to evade any further aggression, but failed as DeSean forced the young Asian back to his feet. "Dammit!" DeSean finished as he pushed Seth to the side and hurried to the trunk of the vehicle. He looked inside as rain continued to pour from above. Quickly, he pulled out an semi-automatic rifle, the only weapon they had left and loaded it. He motioned Imogen to get out of the truck because she would be the one accompanying him. 

Seth at the moment had walked back to the vehicle parked last in the line of cars. He lost sight of Heather, worrying about his own safety at that exact moment. As he entered, he couldn't face Aaliyah neither Aiden. He was falling into a phase where his self-doubt overwhelmed his ability to process. Like Hank, Seth wasn't hearing anything other than his own thoughts. It was as though he was in a world within his mind - a one-man life sentence in the darkest prison. He had begun to blame himself for losing Hank, for allowing Floyd to follow as well. He wasn't even strong enough to face Heather, running away alone like a coward. He didn't understand why he was so weak, why he couldn't be as strong as Hank or DeSean. They did't even allow him to use a gun because of what had happened a couple of months ago. It was a horrible feeling to feel weak, to feel useless. He was more of a liability than a positive. It was all pointless. 

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[b]Floyd/Hank - Building[/b]

"No! I saw him! Over there!" Hank called out to Floyd, running through the corridor at full speed. Floyd at the second thought Hank was hallucinating, believing that what happened to Heather made him snap. The thing is, he could't go back without him, if he did, there would be very crucial consequences. The black man would assume Floyd himself killed Hank, the others of course might not, but wont have any saying in the matter. In fact, their own sorrow might give them the push to make rash decisions. So there was only one choice, and that was to bring Hank with him, no matter what. 

"Tsk!" Floyd cursed as he continued to run down the hall, following the sprinting Hank. Suddenly, Hank stopped at an intersecting hallway, having two options before him. He could go right, or he could go left. The man looked in both directions, then cussing due to the inability to make a choice. He had lost the trail, not certain where the [i]other person[/i] had gone. That little pause gave Floyd a chance to catch up to Hank, coming up next to the man. "What are we tracking?" Floyd asked, crouching down to look at the ground, looking for some kind of clue. Suddenly he realized that Hank must have not been hallucinating when he noticed a muddy footprint. Floyd then took lead, signaling Hank to follow him. 

The two men then started down the right corridor, taking it slowly now since they lost sight of their target. Floyd pointed at a door, the one the tracks led to. He crouched near the doorknob, placing his hand on it gently without making a sound. But Hank didn't seem to grasp Floyd's plan and quickly smashed the door open with a fierce kick. He rushed in with his axe in grasp and looked towards the person he had been following. "Why are you chazin me man?!" the victim stated with his hands stretched out for protection. "I ain't do nuthin!" he added. 

Floyd looked at Hank then the other man. "You're one of them aren't you?" Hank started as he took a step forward. "You've got the same tattoo, look!" Hank said, pointing at the man's sleeveless arm. There, on his right shoulder he had the tattoo of an eyeless crow. The four monsters from earlier had eyeless animals tattoos as well, all different, but all wit the same concept. "You're friends..............You know what they did?" Hank asked the victim taking yet another step towards him. 

"Wh-What are you talkin about man? I don't know whatchu talkin about, It's just me here, nobody else" 

"Your friends took advantage of one of our members. They stripped her in front of my eyes and shamed her as if she was not human. And you dare lie to me! You were outside, on watch weren't you?! You saw it all yet you say you had no involvement!" 

"Calm down man, I ain't like those guys. The things they do- they did. I don't do those things. I'm sorry for your friend. I know how those guys can get, but I mean, I ain't like them. I just saw that horde out there and ran away. I'm a survivor, just like you guys, nuthin more man" the guy said, standing up and walking towards Hank, leaving the corner he was at. "How bout we just-just start over alright. Like I said, I had nuthin to do with what happened to your friend, but I am sorry. I'm Charlie" the guy said, extending out his hand to shake Hank's. 

But suddenly, Hank came crashing down with the axe and completely sliced the guy's hand completely off. "AGHH!!" the loud yell came. Floyd didn't react fast enough to stop Hank. He then backed off as Hank moved closer to the monster. Hank swung again, this time missing the man's head as he fell to the ground. He then quickly returned with a downward motion and managed to clash against the man's right thigh. "AGGHHHH!!" another scream came. And then there was silence as he passed out. The man's eyes rolled back and his head thumped against the hard ground, but breathing could still be heard. Floyd looked towards the hallway, hearing the numerous moans coming from every direction. "We done here?" he asked Hank in a whisper. Hank raised his axe one more time to finish it, but stopped as the man woke yet again. He held up his hands to protect himself from the future blow. 

Hank held the axe there for a second, looking at the man with anger and rage. But suddenly, he thought of a worse possible death. His axe slowly came down to his side, not striking the man. "I hope they tear you to shreds" he told the man as he walked away back towards the hall. He used the axe to cut the doorknobs off the door so that it wouldn't shut. Then he yelled. "OVER HERE ASSHOLES!!!" He slammed the top of the axe to make the most possible noise, calling the walkers to his location. Floyd urged Hank to get going by shaking his shoulder. "We gotta go" he said one last time. And with that, the two started towards the exit.