[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=khaki]Dr. Victor Bonheur[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Time:[/b] Afternoon
[b]Weather:[/b] After storm
[b]Location:[/b] Hwy Outside of Newnan
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Zoie, observing Group 1
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Victor was at his wits end but a small smile lifted the corners of his mouth as Zoie patted his shoulder. They were lost, got caught in a freak storm and now they were completely out of gas. A heavy sigh escaped Victor and he slammed the car door shut as he stepped out after Zoie. He made his way to the back with her and waited for his pack to be passed his way. A low and loud rumble sounded in the distance and he raised a quizzical eyebrow. Engines always meant people which usually meant trouble. [color=khaki]“Oui. Just be careful… I don’t want to lose a friend if we can help it.”[/color] His accent was still pretty dominant even after all these years in America. He caught his pack and threw it on his back. He ran towards her, gave her arm a quick squeeze and then darted off into the woods as fast as his legs would carry him.

Slightly out of breath, Victor hid behind a cluster of trees, his machete drawn in case of any approaching Walkers. He kicked the dirt around the base of the tree and looked up into the branches, making sure there were no surprises waiting to pounce on him. He couldn’t see anything but that didn’t mean that nothing was there… hopefully his eyesight was good enough that he didn’t miss anything important. Victor watched through a space between the trees and saw a giant, modified looking vehicle pull up beside their wasted car and Zoie. He kept silent and watched from his perch. He couldn’t hear much that was being said from the blood pounding in his ears but at least he could hear the happenings going on around and behind him.

He could make out a darker skinned figure in the driver’s seat but there was no way that there was only one person in that car. Victor waited and watched but the thought of just leaving Zoie behind did cross his mind but, then again, if these people were good people? It might be worth it to go with another group as being alone and in a pair was marginally more difficult in comparison. 
[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=tomato]Richard Johnson[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Time:[/b] Afternoon
[b]Weather:[/b] After storm
[b]Location:[/b] Hwy Outside Newnan, on the way to Newnan
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Dexter, Jaime, James and Hottie with the Shottie
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Richard had to do all that he could to stop himself from laughing once Dexter got into the back of the car. It was generally a cold day in hell when Richard felt like the least insensitive asshat in the room and today was apparently freezing. Richard crammed his fist into his mouth to stifle the laughter, knowing that it would upset their new driver considering he just lost a friend. Usually Richard wouldn’t give a fuck but he wasn’t fucking dumb. He knew when to hold his tongue in this world… most of the time at least. He was also a little pissed off that Jaime had actually made it to the car. At least he’d still have some decent cooking coming his way.

The radio sounding caused Richard to scowl at the noise and he screwed up his face, giving his best ‘what the fuck’ look. [color=tomato]”You think we wanna get left the fuck out here while you guys appear to having working radios and shit? Hell no. Keep drivin’, chocolate thunder. We’re coming with you.”[/color] Richard spoke for the other two without even thinking about it. They’d soon pipe in if they didn’t want to go with them. Richard began to imagine a wonderful place full of tits, ass and poon for the ages. Maybe they even had good enough food that he wouldn’t need to deal with Dirty Sanchez anymore! Although they probably had more fucking ethnics there… Richard began to grumble to himself under his breath and curled his left hand into a fist while his right continued to caress his Ruger.

A weird beeping noise disrupted Richard’s brooding and he looked around the cab until he glared expectantly at James, waiting for him to deal with whatever the damn noise was. Before Richard could get a word out though, James answered what appeared to be a phone. What the fuck?! THEY HAD FUCKING PHONES TOO?! That cinched it, Richard was definitely making his way to whatever fucking place this was. He’d need to watch his mouth for a bit probably but he could handle it. Although being decent to Jaime was going to test his patience that much was for certain. He kind of regretted his previous chocolate thunder quip, but he could easily play that off as a “playful” nickname… probably.

They began to slow down and Richard tried to see what was going on without opening his window. Fuck being left open to a random bullet or Deadbrain. James stopped the car and began talking out his side window. Richard dared a look out his window and saw a damn fine piece of ass with a Beretta in hand. He couldn’t help but grin and leaned out his window, eyeing her up and down. James did a spiel about helping her and asking her if she wanted to come with and when he was done, Richard decided to quip in. 

[color=tomato]”Run outta gas or somethin’? This fella here just saved our asses from a herd of Deadbrains. He’s a stand-up guy who’s got shit to do and hates to leave anyone behind if he thinks he can help. You all alone out here?”[/color] The bullshit, it was a flowin’ like the Mississippi river. Richard began to look around the surrounding area, watching for anything out of place. There had to be someone else with her because lone wanderers didn’t last long in this world anymore.
[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=olive]Lorna Dunn[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Time:[/b] Afternoon
[b]Weather:[/b] After storm
[b]Location:[/b] Newnan
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Ashton, Maria, Kris and Leann
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Lorna loaded the M4 that Ash had provided her and got it ready for a fight. [color=olive]”Ooh-rah, Cap. Lead the way.”[/color] There was no chance in hell she’d leave people in need if she could help it. There was no other option but to go back to Maria’s new home with her and Ash. They weren’t losing Mar again and Lorna liked the cut of Ash’s jib.[hr]When they arrived at Newnan, Lorna began to get small flashbacks to her time out on Parris Island. She froze for a second, her mind somewhere else as she sat in the back of the car. She shook herself out of it, rolling her eyes to get her bitch face off, before she stepped out. Her hands gripped the M4 and she began to survey the area. So many Walkers [i]everywhere[/i]. [color=olive]”Holy fucking shit, did someone shove these bastards into mortar shells and blast them into this place, or what?”[/color] She kept the gun ready, waiting for something or someone to leap out from a random building or corner. 

As they stepped further forward, Lorna saw a particularly stern looking woman. Definitely military and definitely taking no shit today. She was pressing her knee into the back of his neck and had a knife to his throat. Ash stepped forward then, in total hard-ass mode Lorna noted, and pressed his newly loaded handgun to the guy’s head. She didn’t know if this was a local or an intruder. If it were a local, things didn’t look as promising as she may have thought but if it were an intruder, things still didn’t look as promising as she had thought. Damn. Ash’s next words made Lorna grin though, it was nice to see a man showing some testosterone once in a while.

When Ash began his introductions Lorna gave a salute towards Leann, by show of respect, when he noted her background in military. [color=olive]”Pleasure to meet you, ma’am. Thank you for keeping Mar safe all this time. Can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”[/color] Lorna gave a wide smile towards Maria when she piped in and began to vouch for her too. She knew that Kris was going to be safe getting in, but Lorna did have a moment of worry for herself. [color=olive]”And thank you for sending these two out when you did. If you hadn’t, who knows if we’d have made it out there…”[/color] 

She gripped the gun a little tighter and glanced over her shoulders. She had the feeling that they weren’t actually out of the woods yet. Sure there were Walkers around but it didn’t seem like that was all that had happened. Lorna motioned towards the guy beneath Leann’s boot. [color=olive]”Intruder, I presume? How many did you count?”[/color] Lorna began to survey the surrounding area again. She didn’t trust this. Silence after a storm only lasted so long…
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