[b]Tyler - Baton Rouge/Motel[/b]

By the time they got back to the motel and settled in, it had become late afternoon, and the sun was bleeding across the sky. Tyler stepped out of the room had had fashioned for Katie and himself, moving across the balcony to look out toward the city. He crossed his arms over the railing, his eyes examining the pool sitting in the courtyard-- covered now, after they had moved the dead bodies into it. The smell was still incredible, even from here, and Tyler wasn't looking forward to having to burn the bodies eventually.

If they planned to stay here, anyway.

A motel probably wasn't the best place to live, especially when it probably wasn't doing so well [i]before[/i] the dead started walking around. Tyler turned to lean his back against the railing, barely mindful of the fact that said railing was missing a sizable chunk just a few doors down. He looked at the room next to his own, that he'd insisted Scarlett and Liam take. As the rooms were fairly small, it was only fair that they stay in the next room, leaving George a room to himself. Tyler wasn't sure Scarlett would ever get along with George.

Leaving the blood-red landscape behind him, Tyler stepped up to Scarlett's room, only briefly knocking before asking, "Katie? We need to talk."