[hr][center][h1][color=steelblue]Ashton Holloway[/color][/h1] [img]http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/avp/images/9/92/Mike_aliens_3.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130414051040[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan, inside the outer wall [b]Interacting With:[/b] Leann, Maria, Kristina, Lorna [/center][hr] So the plan had changed. If the Armory was indeed secure, then obviously the Infirmary had priority. Doc Viv was treating her own chest wound, which sounded a LOT like something she'd do; Ash had his reservations about the woman, but there was no denying her stamina and tenacity. She was a survivor, even if she had to bury everyone else around her. There was an odd, wary respect there. Then again, an upper torso shot was tricky in the best of times. During an apocalypse, patching yourself? Yeah. Vivian was the only doctor on premesis, and a doctor, any kind of, was worth more than gold. The irony with that expression being, gold was damned near worthless these days. If their stockpile of weapons was indeed safe, then she was the biggest priority. Now, of course, the trick was to get into the inner wall while dragging a wounded enemy along. This place crawled. Ash saw the Dead everywhere, in various states of mobility. Plus an unknown number of living hostiles. Standing around was doing them zero good, and they had just received marching orders. Ash kept his machete and .45 where they were, nodded to Lorna, and assumed the vanguard alongside her. The removal of Ash's jacket displayed a rather large knife, [i]definitely[/i] not military issue, with a nasty looking knuckle duster. The jacket found a fitting temporary home on their new Marine ally; between it and the M4, Lorna looked quite at home. The best the group could manage was a brisk walk, what with their unwilling, injured cargo. Straight up the main road. While it may have made them targets for any snipers laying in wait, Ash sincerely doubted they their unwanted visitors had the time to select and occupy strategic attack points within the area. Besides, Leann and Ash knew these streets better than anyone. If there was a suspicious position, they'd be able to avoid with little difficulty. The Dead, on the other hand - he wanted to see them coming. [color=a187be]"Ash, Lorna - Clear a path."[/color] came Leann's order. Ash nodded, responding [color=steelblue]"Yes ma'am. It's in my job description.[/color] The observant combat engineer kept his eyes peeled for the first in what promised to be a long string of aggressive corpses. True, one could see them milling about in the distance (a difficulty that would have to be swept away later), but his mind kept him on more immediate threats. The nearest Walker was a particularly nasty one whose impact on the blacktop liquefied it from the waist down. A matter of irony, it was incapable of actually [i]walking[/i]. Ash jogged ahead and planted his blade into the side of its head, rendering it inert. He twisted the blade free and waited for the others to catch up. Lorna certainly seemed to handle her first Newnan kill with gusto, complete with mildly sarcastic concern for his jacket: [color=olive]”Sorry about the jacket, I’ll clean it after we clear out the vermin. Where to, boss?”[/color] [color=steelblue]"Clothes get dirty, even in Newnan. I'm sure I'll find my way to forgive you."[/color] Moving forward, Ash scanned the immediate area, noting clusters of two and three between the team and their destination. He wished he had his bow. It would have made the situation easier. He raised a hand to stop their progress, motioned to his eyes and pointed ahead. Almost from nowhere, he remembered Lorna's comment from earlier, concerning him being [color=olive]"after somethin'"[/color]. Ash smiled, addressing his new partner. [color=steelblue]"Don't you worry, Ma'am. I'm spoken for. You'll like her, too - major hardass. Makes life interesting."[/color] [hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James![/color][/h1] [img]https://v.cdn.vine.co/r/avatars/6AE78329E91063505631975227392_pic-r-1396533712688c4afde8ecf.jpg.jpg?versionId=ZnGOSit0zozlhxpJk0w6QVx4cSozVRdq[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Road outside of Newnan [b]Interacting With:[/b] Zoie [/center][hr] [color=firebrick]"That was you? Well hell, little lady, I've heard of you, too! ...and I do miss green tomatoes. Can't wait till the harvest comes in. Hey, climb yo ass aboard the 'Buster and let's get outta here. We can talk more after we do what we gotta do back home.[/color] Zoie's treatment of one of the Ralls Rd. survivors, [color=f6989d]"Froggy to me means more than a set of deep fried legs on a plate with some grits."[/color], instead of being offputting, just reminded him how much he missed grits, too. [color=firebrick]"...mmm... Can't wait until the corn comes in, neither..."[/color] The moment he heard two bangs on the roof, James shifted the Hordebuster into gear and started them back on the road. He wasn't sure what he'd find when they got back, but he had people now, a fair amount of them. If they could look beyond whatever the hell reason Leann recalled them, maybe they'd be willing to pitch in and make their little slice of not-quite-hell a little perkier. Plus, it's where he kept all his stuff. Seven more minutes found him within sight of Newnan. He pulled the 'Buster to an abrupt stop. No so abrupt as to cause Zoie to spill over the front, Superman style, but a little rough nonetheless. What he saw gave him pause. There was a gaping hole in the wall near the main gate. The remains of several already rotting corpses lay strewn across the countryside, on and around buildings, twitching incessantly or not at all, some few (comparatively) still out and about, cruising the area around downtown looking for something warm and moist to chew on. There was no way in hell he was going to let any of these people out [i]here[/i]. [color=firebrick]"Hey girl!"[/color] he called through cracked window up to Zoie, [color=firebrick]"You sit tight up there, don't you come down now, ok?"[/color] James turned his attention to the people inside the vehicle, and continued. [color=firebrick]"We might have a problem. We're here, don't you worry, but I was right. Somethin's powerful fucked-up 'round here."[/color] James figured the best chance for surviving would involve them staying right where they were until proven otherwise. He grabbed his Barrett .50, swung open the grating around his window, and carefully raised it up to Zoie. [color=firebrick]"If'n you intend to stay up there, little lady, you might wanna take a more proactive approach. Get me? Otherwise hop on in back." "But watch out, we've got friends in there. And away we go..."[/color] Foregoing the gate proper, James maneuvered the Hordebuster through the gaping hole in the outer wall. When he saw the totality of the splattage left by the unprecedented force of nature (the unwitnessed Zombnado), he took the moment to truly appreciate the scene, in the manner prescribed by his upbringing: [center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/dZXOXsWBkoN3y/giphy.gif[/img][/center] With that, the intrepid group consisting of James, Richard, Jamie, Dexter, Zoie, and Doc Froggy rolled at a cautious pace up the main thoroughfare inside the apocalyptic street beast well known to the Newnanites as The Hordebuster.