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[b]Time:[/b] Afternoon
[b]Weather:[/b] Normal with a sprinkling of piss, tears, eyeballs, blood, guts, brains and teeth
[b]Location:[/b] Newnan Inner Wall
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Every fucking being, breathing or biting, that is in the general vicinity.
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The town was a god damn danger zone. Lorna was covering Gilbert and Lagrange from the corner, keeping an eye out for any of the possible intruders while everyone else was dealing with the Walkers. She was glad when Leann had told her that the Beast was a friend. She didn’t much like the idea of trying to take that Goliath down. She then heard Leann asking something about an Alicia.

Her thoughts were disrupted at this point when she heard a deep engine roar and saw a small fireball of energy blast through the Walkers that were in her path with dual wielded machetes. Lorna couldn’t help but grin as she watched the woman decimate anything that came into her path. They were in the clear to get to the infirmary now. Leanna took off first with the captive, Lorna kept her guard position while Ash made his way towards the large Beast car that the fireball had jumped off of. 

Lorna watched as Ash made his way towards the truck and his change in demeanour had Lorna questioning what news he had heard. He must have been close to whomever it was that the Beast man had lost. Ash took a rifle and a clip from the driver of the truck and she watched as he approached Beast, who in turn looked as if he would happily kill Ash in a heartbeat. It was in the moment where the rifle passed from Ash to Beast that Lorna put the pieces together. She wasn’t going to get to meet Cap’s other half after all. That must have been Alicia. Her brow furrowed as she felt the familiar knot in her stomach and the aching lump in her throat that she now attributed to the loss of a loved one. 

Gathering her thoughts again, Lorna steeled herself when Leann yelled out that their doctor was down and that they needed another medical. She grabbed her katana after shouldering Ash’s M4, her eyes focused as she determined the best way to get everyone safely to the courthouse building. That is when the fireball blasted back, heading straight to the truck again. 
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Victor was huddled in the back as the pounding of dead flesh began hitting the truck from the outside. He gripped the handle of his machete and waited for Zoie. She had told him to sit tight, and sit tight he would. Richard had been given Zoie’s shotgun and was currently admiring it as he sat beside Victor. The other two men in the cab had barely said anything at this point but when the pounding didn’t cease, the young Spanish man began to freak out.
Both Victor and Dick watched as Jaime clambered into the front seat of the truck and made his way out of the side door. The thud of his body hitting the ground was clear and Richard lunged forward and watched as Jaime struggled against whatever had made him fall. After Dexter was done clambering over Victor and Richard respectively, Richard made his move.

Richard climbed into the front seat of the truck, Zoie’s shotgun was passed off to Victor for a minute while Richard got himself seated. He grabbed the gun back from Victor and held it in his hands as soon as he was settled. He aimed it towards Jaime but didn’t fire. His face split into a grin that soon developed into a shoulder shaking snicker. James was sitting right behind Richard at this point, but he honestly didn’t give a flying fuck. He couldn’t hold this in. 

Richard pulled the door shut on the passenger side and began to chortle loudly, hell he wouldn’t be fucking surprised if he had wet himself a little he had been laughing so damn hard. He perched the shotgun on the edging of the truck window, the barrel pointing out of it and watched Jaime’s face contorting in pain and horror. When the straitjacket Deadbrain buried its teeth into Jaime’s shoulder, Richard stopped laughing. Without a word, Richard blasted the shotgun right at Jaime’s face. The splatter spread along with the pellets that fired out. Richard had taken out both Jaime and the straitjacket Deadbrain with one shot and fired a third Walker backwards that had been munching on Jaime.

Victor watched with a dumbfounded look on his face. He didn’t understand why Richard had laughed so heartily, nor did he understand why he had stopped. He had shot his companion in the face and Victor could understand this even if the laughter made no sense. Perhaps he was in some kind of shock? Victor would deal with Richard later, right now he had Zoie telling him to head to the infirmary. He wasn’t going to keep his Southern Belle waiting for him any longer than he needed to. He leaned towards Richard first. His ears were ringing but he had to say something before he left, just in case. [color=khaki]“You did a good thing, monsieur. Your friend would have thanked you, I’m sure.”[/color] Victor gave Richard’s shoulder a squeeze before he moved out of the truck, following down the path that Zoie had cleared.

Richard barely even registered Victor’s words but the squeeze brought him back into his senses. He glanced over as Victor left the cab and he noticed that Banjo Lips was still in the truck. [color=tomato]“We best move, BJ.”[/color] Richard clambered back into the back seat of the cab and followed Victor out onto the street. A Deadbrain grabbed Richard’s arm as he exited the vehicle and caused him to lose balance. Richard fell on top of the Deadbrain like a guy falls on his Prom date once they’re back at their cheap motel for the night. The stench was disgusting, teeth snapped as Richard held the prick down with his right hand.

Victor heard Richard falling, he stopped his progress and turned. What exactly could he do? He had his machete in hand but Richard was literally on top of things. He could do nothing. There didn’t seem to be any Walkers nearby to Richard right now so he would be okay. He had weapons, he could take care of himself. Just as Victor turned to continue down the path, he was grabbed by a Walker that had shambled over due to the noise from the shotgun blast.

Two fingers and a thumb clasped onto Victor’s left shoulder while a right hand clawed at his shirt. Victor brought his machete down fast, slicing the hand from the wrist joint. Had he been two seconds later he would have been gutted like a fish. Snarls sounded by his ear as putrid stink flooded from the side of his face. The Walker was mere millimetres away from giving Victor an unwanted ear piercing. Victor stumbled backwards into the driver side of the truck against the front wheel bed. He was pressed against the truck, his back was almost solidly against the hood. He held his left arm up, under the Walker’s chin to keep it from getting any closer but he could do little else. He had dropped his machete in the struggle with the creature. He needed help. Dexter was standing right beside Victor as he struggled, he seemed to be completely out of his element here.
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Lorna had been watching the events unfold, she could only see the front of the Buster from her position but when a man flew out of the passenger side of the truck she could only watch in horror as he quickly became a meal for the Walkers in the area. As one Walker in a straitjacket moved forward, Lorna began to make her way forward. She couldn’t save this man but she could put him out of his misery. 

That’s when she stopped in her tracks. A man had shut the passenger side door of the Buster shut and he had looked familiar, but how? This was not a world of frequent encounters with familiar faces. She was soon snapped out of her thoughts when a shotgun blasted out from the passenger side, saving the poor guy from becoming a Walker himself and taking out the bloated Walker in the straitjacket as well.

She had to get her head back in the game. This was no fucking time to be fannying about! She gripped the hilt of her sword and made her way down the path that Zoie had taken. She had to keep it clear for those in the Buster to get out. Walkers had begun wandering into the street again. That shotgun was not a smart move but she’d deal with the gunman once they were all safe.

She swung her sword in a circle at her side before running forward to the nearest Walker that was on her left, it was coming in towards Beast at his 5 o’clock. She swept its skull cap off in a fluid motion, the blood spraying over the ground and towards Beast and Cap’s position. She then spun downwards, her right leg kicking out at a Walker that was coming in at the side of the two men. It landed on the ground with a thud and a small splat as its face had caved in but it wasn’t enough, the Walker was still alive but it was on the ground. She jumped back up and kept moving onwards.  Her blade sliced along its ankles as she ran, it wouldn’t be getting back up anytime soon at least.

Her blade found the eye socket of a Walker that was directly behind Ash now, the eye remained on the end of her sword as she yanked the blade back out of the creature’s skull. As Lorna moved forward she saw a tall man running from the Buster, a machete in his hand. He didn’t have a gun as far as she could see, so he wasn’t the culprit of the shotgun blast. The blood dripped from her blade onto the ground as she gained more momentum running forward. The man stopped in his tracks and turned away from his prior intended route. Why? She could hear a struggle at the other side of the Buster but couldn’t see it yet.

Her feet carried her ever forward. Her blade sliced clean through the neck of a water bloated Walker and then through the cheekbones of another leaving nothing but the lower half of its head attached to its former body. Lorna saw a Walker coming towards the distracted man but he seemed to be handling it, right until he dropped his machete. Lorna grunted as she heaved her katana above her head, the blade sliced downwards into the skull of the Walker that was trying to get a bite into the man on the hood of the car. 

The blood sprayed over Victor’s face and he flinched as it contacted his skin. The eye landed right beside his face as it slipped off of the blade. [color=olive]“Let’s get you guys the fuck outta here! Go, go, go!”[/color] Lorna ushered Victor forward with a wave of her hand. Victor wiped his face off as best he could with his sleeve and nodded, making his way forward. He stumbled as his foot squished into the face of a snapping Walker head that Lorna had detached moments earlier. He kicked it roughly away and it rolled under the body of the Buster.

She noticed a guy with a hammer right beside the Buster who was standing there as if there was nothing happening around him. What the fuck was his problem!? She grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him hard, her blood spattered face looking angry as her eyes pierced into his. [color=olive]“Move your fucking ass and get the fuck to the courthouse! Get your head in the fucking game, asshole!”[/color] She shoved Dexter forward, making him follow Victor down the path that she had cleared for them.

Victor ran as fast as his legs could carry him and Lorna glanced around the side of the Buster, watching a man in a leather vest fighting with a Walker. He seemed on top of things (LOL) so she left him to it, giving him a quick word of warning. [color=olive]“Stop playing with the dead. Shitbrick! Kill it and [i]MOVE[/i]! The road is clear enough to get to the Courthouse, lets [b]go[/b]!”[/color] She didn’t wait around, her hand slapped the side of the Buster to signal to anyone still in the truck to get the fuck out. She quickly caught up with Victor and Dexter and took the front of the charge to the Courthouse. Victor spotted Zoie and gave her a worried smile, he knew she would be fine. Lorna gave a nod towards her as well as she ushered her charges forward with her.

Lorna growled as she saw another Walker that had wandered into her newly cleared pathway. Her feet carried her forward and she leapt on the Walker. Her blade plunging into its mouth. Her right hand gripped the hilt of her katana and her left hand grabbed her machete from her side. The blade of her katana was now stuck until this bastard was dead. Her machete hilt slammed into its right temple as it snapped at her katana blade. The movement stopped and Lorna got up, stomping on its head for good measure. Her boots were really going to need some TLC after this was all over. She yanked her katana out and sheathed it, this was now machete territory.

Another Walker crossed her path and she smacked her machete blade deep into the top of its cranium before she sliced the blade back out, pulling it towards her and kicking the Walker body away from her and the two men that were following her.

Victor had stopped as he watched Lorna fight like a woman possessed, she reminded him of Zoie with her style of fighting but not quite as graceful as she was. He followed Lorna as she beckoned them forward again. Lorna gave a yell to Ash and Beast as she passed them, pointing to the Walker that was now crawling towards their feet that she had floored earlier. No one liked an ankle biter. 

There was just one more Walker between them and the Courthouse building and the dying doctor. Lorna knew basic first aid but that was about it, even then, that was dwindling knowledge beyond what she’d had to treat for herself and Kris the last few months.

Lorna ran forward and grabbed the last Walker by the throat, her machete moving fluidly twice at either side, slicing through the wrists of each arm (or as damn near as she could at this point). Her machete came back up and she pierced the Walker’s right eye with the large blade. Blood seeped out and dripped down the face of the now immobilised Walker. Lorna saw Maria, Kris and what she assumed was a friend of Maria’s. She yelled to them as she shoved the Walker body away from herself, letting it crumple backwards onto the ground. She saw Leann had moved over to Cap and Beast.

At the mention of medical knowledge, Victor piped up. [color=khaki]“I am a doctor. Take me to her.”[/color] Lorna could have kissed the man right then and there. [color=olive]“Am I fucking glad I got to you when I did! Let’s go!”[/color] Lorna led Victor inside of the Courthouse building, the rest were free to follow. She really hoped that the Hammer guy was still following them. At least the path was clear enough for him to come forward with them, so there was no reason why he shouldn’t have.

They ran into the building, Lorna leading Victor further inside to where she could hear someone muttering and babbling incoherently. Victor instantly seemed to shift in demeanour as he saw the woman that was bleeding out on the gurney. [color=khaki]“Go into my pack and get me the antibiotics that are inside.”[/color] He handed his bag to Lorna who quickly went digging into his pack, finding the packs of medication labelled as antibiotics.

Victor marched forward and went hunting for the equipment needed to stitch up the wound that the young man was currently dealing with.  [color=khaki]“Hold pressure until I come over.”[/color] He had to get the bleeding stopped. He noticed the transfusion bag and the colour of his patient, this was not looking good. [color=khaki]“Move.”[/color] He shoved Sidd out of the way and took over with the exit wound. He worked as quickly and efficiently as he could, his hands moving in a flurry as he used the skin stapler on the dying doctor. He knew there would be internal damage but right now he just had to stop her from bleeding out. He checked her breathing and found her breaths to be shallow, the placement of the wound and her breathing showed that her lung had been hit.

[color=khaki]“Get me an oxygen regulator and a vitals monitor. NOW!”[/color] He barked his orders at Sidd and awaited his return with the equipment. With the wound now closed, he could focus on ensuring there would be no infections setting in until he could deal with the internal injuries. Grabbing a mortar and pestle, Victor took the antibiotics that Lorna had handed him. He realised they were penicillin based and had no idea if this woman was allergic to penicillin or not. He called to Lorna. [color=khaki]“Take over here for me, clean as much of the blood from her as gently and quickly as you can.”[/color] Lorna took his place and cleared the poor woman as best she could.

Victor took off like a lightning bolt and came back soon after with some non-penicillin based antibiotic that he had found. There was not a lot but it would be enough for now. He set about grinding it up and making the dosage, he took a fresh syringe from his pocket and took it in. He grabbed a separate saline bag and linked it into her free hand, opposite of the side taking the transfusion. He added the antibiotics and let them get started on their work inside. He had done all he could here for now so he made his way to find if they had any anaesthesia for the more difficult procedure that he was going to have to perform once Sidd returned with the required equipment. Victor relieved Lorna from her duty and Lorna headed out to the banister, to keep an eye on the intruder that Leann had brought in.
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Richard heard a familiar voice and cocked an eyebrow. He reached to his side, grabbing at the dropped shotgun that Zoie had given Richard. As soon as his fingers curled around the barrel of the gun, Richard swung it down and smashed the teeth out of his “date”. He grimaced as the blood pooled inside its mouth and he grabbed the knife from his belt and sunk it into its temple. He turned his head around and saw a [i]very[/i] fine ass running away from his position. Didn’t he know that ass? He felt like he knew that ass. Maybe he didn’t know that ass… but it was a damn fine one either way. Maybe he could get to know it better? If he lived, that is.

He had been a little busy when he heard the voice so maybe he was wrong and he was just hearing voices from his past. He stood up and dusted the front of himself down before he ran up towards the front of the Buster, Zoie’s shotgun in hand. He stopped when he spotted her and gave her a wink. [color=tomato]“Alright sweet cheeks? Fancy escortin’ a handsome man to safety or would you rather be the one escorted?”[/color] Richard had no shame and clearly he had no sense of urgency. The street had been cleared, all they had to do was make their way to the big building where everyone else was headed. He held Zoie’s shotgun out to her with his left hand and grabbed his own sawn-off shotgun out of its holster with his right. 
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