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[u][b]Time:[/b][/u] Morning → Afternoon
[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] On the road
[u][b]Interacting with:[/b][/u] Caesar mainly[/center][hr]
If Meg was terrified, she sure as hell wasn't showing it. Instead, Meg slammed on the breaks, the truck screeching to a halt as Caesar leapt out of the back of the truck like Jackie fucking Chan. Or the Mexican incarnation of of him anyway. The truck stopped in front of two wandering walkers, both stumbling their way towards Meg as she hastily grabbed her bow with somewhat shaky hands, sliding out towards the truck bed to provide any long-range support she could to Caesar and the two struggling survivors. Aiming at the two in front of the truck, the first arrow hit the eye socket, a disgusting gurgling sound escaping the dead's lips before falling - and bringing his partner down with him.

The second zombie, while fallen, still attempted to get closer to the truck. Seeing an opportunity to shoot again, Meg aimed for the eye-socket again. It was simple: an arrow to the eye kept the walker away... or that's how it went in Meg's world. By the time Meg turned back around to check on Caesar, she found him interacting with the two survivors, taking the girl in his hands and letting the other male escape towards the truck.

It was getting harder for Meg to see, with how the weather was suddenly worsening with every minute. Though she sent a prayer of thanks up to Lady Luck - Meg could handle a bit of rain if it meant that the expedition would be successful. Clambering back inside the truck and sitting down on the driver's seat, she waited for Caesar to climb on with the girl before slamming her foot on the pedal, pealing away from the horde behind them. [color=f08080]"Fuck fuckity fuck! Dammit Caesar! You could've gotten yourself killed with your Jackie Chan bullshit!"[/color] Meg shakily turned to look at Caesar. If Caesar got hurt, she knew that Alicia would kill her before she could even blink, and Meg definitely did not want to be killed by a friend.
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[u][b]Time:[/b][/u] Morning → Afternoon
[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] Newnan
[u][b]Interacting with:[/b][/u] Vivian & the bastard[/center][hr]
Sidd was lucky. Not only was he [i]not shot[/i] but the resident doctor was [i]not dead[/i]. At least, not yet. Though, to be quite honest, Sidd was sure Vivian was more likely to bring someone down before she bites the dust. Still on his knees, he stared at the trespasser with wide, terrified eyes.

Sidd was not brave. That was Meg's area of expertise. He wasn't strong, nor did he have any medical knowledge. He wasn't useful to the group, so what was he doing still alive? It should have been him taking the bullet, not Viv.

[color=82ca9d]"Sid, run,"[/color] A chill ran up Sidd's spine at Viv's demented look, and he knew shit was about to hit the fan. Sidd slipped a hand into his jean pocket, praying that he had [i]something[/i] in there to help him, but only found a pen without it's cap sitting inside.

[i]Well... shit.[/i] He wondered if it was even remotely possible to shove a pen in a man's foot, but he wasn't ready to try. He instead went over to Vivian, still looking over at the stranger to help Vivian with her injury. [color=00a651]"Fuc- Are you oka-- of course you're not-- shit--"[/color] a slew of panicked words escaped Sidd's lips.

Sidd may not be brave, but he sure as hell wasn't going to let Viv handle the bastard alone. Screw Lady Luck. He'd rather be killed than face Viv's wrath later.[hr][hr]