[hr][center][h1][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Church Street - Whitesburg
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Meg, Survivors
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Ceasar tossed his machete into the truck bed as he came close, followed immediately by a somewhat more gentle depositing of his human cargo onto the tailgate. A gurgled snarl, barely audible over the white noise of rain and the pounding of blood in his ears, alerted him to danger immediately to his back. He turned, hurling his inertia into a devastating left cross at the rictus corpse, catching and half-removing its mandible in a grisly parody of a broken marionette. 

Rapt in his moment of personal carnage, he hopped up onto the open tailgate next to his living carry-on and planted both of his snakeskin boots into the ribcage of the semi-jawed walker, simultaneously knocking it to the ground and propelling the elder man farther into the vehicle. Caesar took a second to close up the back, just in time to hear Meghna chastise him:

[color=f08080]"Fuck fuckity fuck! Dammit Caesar! You could've gotten yourself killed with your Jackie Chan bullshit!"[/color]

El Jefe looked to his traveling partner and replied with a low, casual tone as she pulled the truck back on course, [color=orangered]"Jackie Chan is my bitch, Meg. Time to go."[/color]