[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=khaki]Fr[/color][color=tomato]ick[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://i.giphy.com/ES8uLMUsRH9yE.gif[/img]
[i]In an alternate universe where Froggy is a badass…[/i][hr]
[b]Time:[/b] Afternoon
[b]Weather:[/b] Normal
[b]Location:[/b] Hwy outside Newnan
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Each other, Zoie, James, anyone within earshot
[/center][hr]
Victor had been watching and waiting patiently and when Zoie’s gunshot had went off, despite him seeing her move, he jumped so high his head hit a low hanging branch. He cradled his head and winced in pain, taking his hand away from the impact area and not finding any blood, the relief that flooded him was a welcome feeling. He gave a smile as he saw a Walker slump to the ground. At least she was shooting at the dead and not the living, so that was a good sign.

That was when he heard the guttural snarl above his head. He instinctively jumped away from the noise and rose his machete to head level, ready to strike. There was an armless Walker with half a torso missing, hanging from its intestines from the branches above. His head knocking the branch must have dislodged it somewhat and he had to thank God that the beast hadn’t landed on top of him. He swung his machete, the blade sinking into the side of the skull. Unfortunately it wasn’t deep enough to kill it, as it kept snapping its grotesque teeth at him. Victor wrinkled his nose and tried to dislodge his machete to try again but it was stuck fast. [color=khaki]”[i]Merde[/i]…”[/color] He muttered multiple other profanities in his native tongue and continued to yank at the blade. 

He rested his foot on the trunk of the tree and pulled with all of his strength. That was when Zoie yelled out his name and he got such a scare that he fell right backwards, taking the half Walker with him. The thing flew right over his head as he landed on his backside, his hands breaking is fall somewhat at each side of himself. [color=khaki]”Zut alors, Victor! Almost keeling yourself…”[/color] He grumbled at himself before calling out to Zoie. [color=khaki]”ONE SECOND.”[/color] He looked for his machete but the blasted thing was [i]still[/i] stuck in its head! He walked over with more than a little agitation and grabbed the handle only to find the damn thing wasn’t budging. 

[color=khaki]”Forget eet… COMING!”[/color] He decided that he’d probably look a little more imposing walking out with a half destroyed Walker on the end of his blade, even if it was still snapping at him. Victor walked out, his pack on his back and a half mutilated Walker trailing along beside him.

Dick had been damn fucking impressed by the shot that, Zoie she’d said, had pulled off just then. Bitch was hot, had a mouth [i]and[/i] could shoot. Hot. Fucking. [i][b]Damn[/b][/i]. This one better not get eaten by a Deadbrain too or Dick was going to be [i]pissed[/i]. The call for someone called Froggy left a less than clear look on his face as he heard a distinctly French voice calling out from the forest cover. He fucking [i]knew[/i] it. Dick silently congratulated himself for another deduction well made. No one could pull the wool over his eyes. Dick opened up the door on his side and swung his legs out, stretching them a little and letting them hang over the side. He’d opened the door to let the newcomers get inside but the leg stretching was an added bonus. He watched as a tall guy, covered in mud, some splatter and bits of the forest dragged a busted up Deadbrain alongside him. 

[color=tomato]”Well shit. I hope you don’t plan on bringing your new friend along with you. Froggy, was it?”[/color] Dick raised an eyebrow and began to let out a low, throaty chuckle. His Ruger was resting on his knee as he sized the guy up.

Victor looked down at the ground rather sheepishly and ignored the comments from the man sitting in the back of the car for now. It wasn’t as important as getting the Walker off of his blade. [color=khaki]”Z, would you mind helping me, s'il vous plaît?”[/color] He refused to look up at the loud mouth but motioned a small wave and smile towards the man that had introduced himself as Black James. [color=khaki]”Pleasure to meet you, James.”[/color] 

Richard continued to chuckle to himself, watching the guy that was a good couple inches taller than he was, ask for help from a small (although damn fine) woman. It really was a comical sight. [color=tomato]”The names Richie, by the by. The two others in the back with me are Di – “[/color] Richard began coughing then, covering the fact that he almost said Dirty Sanchez and only just caught himself in time. [color=tomato]”Sorry about that. Dex and Jaime are their names.”[/color] He wasn’t getting kicked out on the road just yet. He wanted to see where this place was and what it had first.

Victor scowled and raised an eyebrow at Richard before making an inquiry. [color=khaki]”’Ave you ingested any Walker matter?”[/color] He handed his machete, with Walker still attached, to Zoie and strode quickly and surprisingly quietly towards Richard. [color=khaki]”Open your mouth and say AAAAAAAAAAAAH.”[/color] Victor loomed over Richard sitting in the car and nearly knocked Richard backwards into the cab.

[color=tomato]”WHOA! Lurch, mind your fucking distance!”[/color] Richard waved his Ruger in Victor’s face and growled at him. Victor was fucking lucky that Richard didn’t have an itchy trigger finger or he’d have been worse off than his Deadbrain buddy back there.

Victor stepped back, his hands raised apologetically and his head bowed slightly. [color=khaki]” Excusez-moi, I was just concerned for your health.”[/color] Victor backed up and, since he was up beside the car now, he peered into the back cab and gave a friendly wave to the two men sitting in the cab behind Richard and held his hand out towards Black James for a handshake. [color=khaki]”It is a pleasure to meet you all.”[/color]
[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=olive]Lorna Dunn[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://i.giphy.com/PycL9LR8n2AhO.gif[/img][hr]
[b]Time:[/b] Afternoon
[b]Weather:[/b] Back to normal
[b]Location:[/b] Newnan
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Leann, Ash, Maria, Kris and Walkers
[/center][hr]
Lorna listened patiently to Leann, nodding at crucial moments where essential information was given and looked around the surrounding area to get a read on the numbers of Walkers still mobile. She spotted a couple that were hunched over what she assumed was one of the dead intruders. She’d deal with those later. When Leann addressed her, Lorna gave a curt nod before replying. [color=olive]”Yes ma’am. Semper Fi. You’re right about all of it, everyone is a soldier these days. Would be nice if we only had to shoot at damn Walkers but hey, man was a dick before and he’s just a freer shootin’ dick now.”[/color] 

As Leann rhymed off the numbers of intruders, only knowing that there was definitively one confirmed intruder and more presumed inside, numbers unknown, Lorna gripped the M4 that Ash had so kindly graced her with and her jaw set in a hard line. She was in “kick ass and take names” mode now and was ready to help out their newfound friends.

Ash piped in one Leann was done. She was fine with the team ups but Lorna blinked when he handed her his jacket. She hesitantly took it and then eyed up the wraps on his arms but before she could even ask, he’d answered her unspoken question. He was clearly pretty damn observant, first her status as a Marine, then her desire for the M4 and now her question about his arm wraps. She laughed to herself and put the jacket on, her pack and katana resting between her feet as she did so. Slinging her pack back on her shoulders, her katana on her hip for now beside her machete, Lorna let out another small laugh once Ash was done with his spiel. 

[color=olive]”Y’know Cap, if this were any other place and time, a girl would get ideas. First the rifle, then the jacket? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were after somethin’. Good job that I know better.”[/color] Lorna walked over to Maria and Kris and gave them both a quick hug. [color=olive]”You two be careful now, ya hear?”[/color] She couldn’t help but ruffle Kris’s hair once more and gave Maria a quick peck on the cheek. [color=olive]”Keep safe. Shoot straight. Keep your wits about you. We don’t know what we’re dealing with here.”[/color]

Lorna turned back to Ash and saw the two walkers now heading their way, albeit very slowly. They must’ve gotten bored with their unchallenging meal. Shame for them. Lorna excused herself for a moment and strode forward, her katana blade chimed as she swept it out of its sheath. She moved in two fluid motions and sliced clean through the skulls of each Walker. A little blood sprayed over her front, getting some on Ash’s jacket. She’d clean it before giving it back to him. She began to walk away when something grabbed at her foot. Half a Walker had been dragging itself through the grass. Lorna raised an eyebrow and snorted derisively. She raised a boot and stomped down hard. The tell-tale sound of cracking bone and squelching innards alerted her that her job was done. Lorna walked briskly back beside Ash. [color=olive]”Sorry about the jacket, I’ll clean it after we clear out the vermin. Where to, boss?”[/color]
[hr]