[hr][center][h2][color=6ecff6][b]Jaime Bishop[/b][/color][/h2]
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God damn this piece of furniture was heavy and stupid! What was the freaking proble--Oh it was caught on a rug. Well that's not so bad, three seconds of work will fix that up and we'll be all good to--And Richard fucking bailed. Great. Fuck him. If he had stayed behind, one of them could have just tilted the damn couch up at an angle while the other cleared the rug, but no, that damned intolerante just had to run out and save his own skin rather than help the whole group survive. Meanwhile Dexter was still downstairs. A pang of terror reverberated through Jaime's heart as his concern for his fellow man caused a cold sweat. 

[color=6ecff6]"Vamonos amigo! Get out of there!"[/color]

Suddenly a planned hatched in his young mind. In the corner of the room Jaime had seen a small bookcase, not too big to move himself, but hefty enough to be an obstacle, particularly for the slow moving walkers. Then there was that rug and the surprisingly immovable couch caught on it (the thing must be made of the same material as Mjolnir, Jaime thought). If it was gonna be an immovable pain in the ass, it might as well be an immovable pain in the ass for him!

Moving as quickly as he could, Jaime drug the bookcase to the edge of the stairwell. Once that was done, he went to work with the rug of the Norse gods. He twisted and bundled it up and made sure to secure the end beneath the newly placed bookcase. There. That way when the walkers came shambling up, whether by hand or foot, that rug should get tugged and [i]something[/i] should fall. 

[color=6ecff6]"Jump the last stair!"[/color] he called out cautiously, hoping this plan wouldn't backfire and end up hurting or killing the only partner he actually sort of kind of liked.