[hr][hr][center][h1][color=DC143C]Dexter Sterling[/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr]
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[quote][right][indent][b]●   Interacting With:[/b] The fray of people in Newnan.
[b]●   Location:[/b] Newnan.
[b]●   Time:[/b] Afternoon.
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Dexter shuffled uncomfortably as James exited the Hordebuster, addressing Dex calmly. His knuckles were white around the grip of his hammer as he listened, which were relieved somewhat after receiving the instructions. [b]"[/b] [color=firebrick][b]We meeting up with them, and pushing to that building over [i]there[/i]. Stay close behind an' keep breathing. C'mon.[/b][/color] [b]"[/b] Dexter took a deep breath, giving an affirmative nod to James before looking out towards where he had pointed to.

Dexter managed to settle his nerves then. He couldn't act confused and afraid anymore, he had directly been given orders and was expected to follow them. Dexter had a job to do and he knew the who, the where, and the how to help them; or at least that's what he had gathered from Black James', the directions were rather mundane and not nearly as complicated as Dexter made the situation out to be earlier – but having a clear outline of what exactly he needed to do was necessary for Dexter to not-fuck-everything-up sometimes. When Dexter was a Junior ROTC cadet he had a tendency to embarrass himself whenever vaguely given a simple task at which he somehow did not get right. But nevertheless he was a dedicated and determined cadet, and always did the very best he could.

This was no time to be reminiscing about some high school elective though. [b]"[/b] [color=olive][b]Move your fucking ass and get the fuck to the courthouse! Get your head in the fucking game, asshole![/b][/color] [b]"[/b] Dexter's shoulder was shoved and he stumbled into the side of the Hordebuster momentarily, turning he expected a Walker had lunged at him but instead it was one of the strangers he assumed was from Newnan – a woman wielding what seemed to be a katana, who had just sliced open a walker like this was fruit ninja or something that had pinned Victor.

By then James had already departed to begin a new folk legend of kicking zombie ass and bad assery, axing walkers as he made his way to Jefe and Ash nearby. Dexter looked to Lorna who urged him forward, Victor beginning to already make his way forward at Lorna's command. Dexter was torn, hesitating briefly as he shot a worried glare at where Richard wrestled with one of those walking corpses – he contemplated helping the bastard, but remembering the wincing sound of a shotgun blast from the Buster's interior and imagining Jaime's face being ripped away by the expended shell changed his mind. Dick may have saved Jaime from the worst, but he probably enjoyed doing it which... Never mind, who was Dexter to judge people in this world?

Dexter chewed his lip nervously, but made no mistake – he was not so nervous anymore. He gave the katana-machete wielding woman an apologetic look, [b]"[/b] [color=DC143C][b]I was given instructions to follow James, I intend to do so. We'll probably meet y-you and your folk soon,[/b][/color] [b]"[/b] He said, speaking genuinely for once and with relative conviction. Dexter gave Lorna one final nod before pulling off from her and Victor as they made their way down the street and towards the Courthouse of Newnan, [b]"[/b] [color=DC143C][b]Stay safe.[/b][/color] [b]"[/b]

Truth was he probably would have been more of a help and less of a liability if he had chosen to follow Lorna, however – even in the composed, decisive state that he was now – Dexter wasn't a fan of making his own decisions, maybe that would change someday. But for now he was dead-set on following orders to the letter, and James was currently the man he expected to follow. Even though Black James, Jefe, and the Captain displayed extreme experience when dealing with the approaching walkers, and could easily hold their own without Dexter's help.

Dexter broke into a cautious jog, closing the distance between himself and the trio of ridiculously good combatants. He was stopped for a second or two when a corpse lurched up from the asphalt where it lay beside him, lunging for Dexter's ankles as it growled. It looked to be just another dead one, until it wasn't. Dexter reacted both from sheer surprise and from a focused mind, darting to the side with a yelp as it near grabbed him; and then rearing his hand-held hammer down through the top of its skull. The move was quick and clean, about as easy as it could get when dealing with a walker. Dexter was fortunate not to have encountered a more mobile, and therefore deadlier one. Like Black James, he'd much rather be shooting.

He reached group and followed earnestly, staying close to Ash' and James' flank earnestly while remaining out of range of their weapons. It wouldn't be the happiest day of his life if Dexter found safety in these people only to be accidentally blinded by a stray swing of an axe or blade. His hammer was raised, positioned with his elbow at a ninety-degree angle at his side, ready as he shuffled after the three – his boots stepping one after the other with purposeful steps as they made their way towards the Courthouse, hopefully clearing any dangers that got too close to the building or the folk.
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