[hr][hr][center][h1][color=f6989d]Zoi[/color][color=tomato]ck[/color][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/7fXteN2pk5qQ8/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Newnan >> Infirmary
[b]Time:[/b] Afternoon
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Each other[/center][hr]
	Zoie pushed her hair out of her face, running the back of her hand along her cheek to wipe off the sweat when Richard spoke to her. She could have laughed or smirked but no; her eyes narrowed as her grip tightened around the hilt of her blade. Richard's left eyebrow rose in question to the look on Zoie's face. The hell was wrong with her? Oh maybe it was because he didn't compliment her... He did have a bit of an ego sometimes. Richard shook his head and took a half step back in surprise as just two quick steps later and Zoie had launched herself towards him as she rose it into the air; the blade dripping blood and shimmering slightly as the clouds broke, the sun starting to shine through.

	Her body slammed against his, her knees pressing against his ribs as her ankles came around his waist. Richard hooked his arms to hold onto the weight of her body, his muscular arms tensing against her sides to make up for his lack of hand grip due to the shotguns he was holding. The blade came down and the crunch of bone could be heard behind Richard as it crushed through the Walkers skull. It became logged, her chest pressing against his as she tried to remove it. He swallowed hard and began to grin as he realised what she had done. [i][color=f6989d]"Screw it,"[/color][/i] she thought to herself as she let go, grabbing Richard's shoulder instead. The walker dropped dead to the ground, using her free hand to finally take the shotgun from him. Richard released her gun and used his now free hand to, very happily, cup her asscheeks as he held her body against his, his own gun in his other hand. Zoie's hips bucked slightly against his as his had grabbed her rear end, normally she would have decked him bit right then she wasn't exactly in a position for complain.

	[color=f6989d]"Move your ass Honkey Tonk, we've got company,"[/color] she nearly whispered against his ear; more Walkers starting to close in from the rear end of the Buster. Richard didn't need to be told twice, he gave a light chuckle and held onto her tighter. [color=tomato]"Hold on tight, darlin', we're goin' for a ride."[/color] He launched himself forward, running ahead as he carried her towards the infirmary building. There were smatterings of Deadbrains still shuffling around, some were crawling along the asphalt looking for their next meal.

	With a wide grin and a bellowing laugh that shook his core, Richard took two large strides and leapt forward. Zoie couldn't imagine what the man was laughing about, what she was seeing coming up behind them was nothing to get the chuckles about. He landed but where his right food landed steadily, his left foot landed on the skull of a Deadbrain. The force of his and Zoie's combined body weight caused it to completely shatter and a spleurch noise followed as Richard slid forward a step in the gore that had erupted from the shattered brain bowl. He managed to keep his balance by a sheer force of luck and continued his pace. [color=tomato]"Don't worry, not all your rides with me will be this bumpy. Some you might even enjoy more than this one."[/color] A wicked smirk spread across his face as his pace picked back up again from their near tumble. 

	[color=f6989d]"Oh Honkey Tonk, I do love a good bull ride, ain't been tossed yet. Now, wonder if you'll last mor'en 8 seconds,"[/color] she counted quickly with a smirk as her arms wrapped over his shoulders, pumping the shotgun roughly behind his head to load another cartridge into the chamber. This might not have been the most ideal situation but she'd had worse rides. A snort escaped him, his hot breath flooded over her neck. She was definitely a firecracker. [color=tomato]"Baby, I can last all night if it means I get to ride with you."[/color] His hand gripped her ass tighter and he continued laughing a little heavier, his breath beginning to strain from the exertion of running, shooting, talking and holding Zoie.

	Another Deadbrain was shambling across their path but Richard was ready for this one. He rose his gun and shifted his head to covere the left side of Zoie's head with his own, covering her ear as he rose his shotgun up with his right hand. Zoie pressing her free ear against his cheek as he did so. He fired a shot off that took the face clean off the Deadbrain that was now in front of them both. He shouldered the body as he ran by, causing it to fall onto its back to their side, clearing the path once more.

	[color=f6989d]"Not bad shootin' hun,"[/color] she said as she leaned back slightly, something dripped onto her forehead and within a moment her fingers gripped the back of his hair, her nails digging into neck as she twisted her body. She leaned back far as she pressed her back against the crook of his arm and took aim above them. Pulling the trigger it was suddenly raining blood, spit, and ass behind them. If she kept this up, Richard was going to keel over from laughter. Granted it probably wasn't the best time, but hey, she was definitely tickling his fancy.

	Winking at him she righted herself back up against his chest; tightening her legs around his waist as she held on. His grip tightened along with hers and he raised his gun once more, shooting a Deadbrain point blank style on his right side, barrel to eye socket. The splatter spread across his sleeve but he didn't care. He continued running, his legs darting to the clear spaces between the fallen Deadbrains and their half bodied counterparts clawing their way over the road surface.

	There was gunfire happening, but not as much as Richard expected. He spotted a group of men, Banjo Lips on the flank and with Dexter bringing up the rear of it. Well damn, someone else actually managed to get the kid to move his ass. He'd have to congratulate them and the kid later if they made it out of the shitstorm. A muffled shot rang out from a distance away as they reached the corner of the Gilbert. Richard's pace slowed when he saw a woman's body crumple to the ground right outside of their intended destination. 

	Zoie cocked her head around just in time to see Leann drop to the ground. She didn't know the woman but from the way she had been barking orders and the subsequent way people had been following them she could only assume that she had been in a leadership roll of some sort for the place; or maybe she was just one of those type of people that others followed. Some people were just like that but it wasn't a time to think about that.

	[color=tomato]"Shit. Another dead. Lets move."[/color] His joking was done with for now. He didn't feel any kind of loss at the woman's death, he hadn't known her, but the idea of himself possibly dying crossed his mind for the second time since they'd arrived here. Today was not his day and he'd be fucking damned if Zoie kicked it before he got a chance to get to know her better. (Wink wink, nudge nudge. Hubba hubba.)

	This was the first death of an actual breathing person she had seen today but it was one too many as a walker closed in on the crumpled former leader of Newnan Zoie finally decided the ride needed a change of perception. An arm under Richards shoulder and she swung around to his other side; piggy backing him as she took aim and dropped the fucker looking for a meal before it had a chance to turn Leann into lunch. The shift in Zoie's weight made Richard a minor mis-step, his foot sliding slightly on some gore, as he darted from place to place; but when he heard and felt her gun he braced himself for the coming noise and kick. She was a really fucking good shot.

	Releasing her legs she went into a sprint over to the woman and grabbed her by an arm, dragging her into the building; she didn't know who Leann was but if they could at least bury her without a bite mark that was something in her mind. The loss of weight and warmth from Zoie's body was not a welcome feeling but when Richard saw what she was up to he sprinted forward to help her. As Richard came over Zoie let slip an approving small smile and nod, patting his shoulder as she kissed his cheek before stepping back to give him room. He really hadn't expected that kiss but right now his body was wracked with shock. He didn't even understand why he felt this way, but he did. It was a new sensation for him. The most he could do was give a faint smile in return before he scooped up Leann's body into his wide arms and carried her into the infirmary. [color=tomato]"I got her, keep an eye on my back."[/color] He wasn't smiling now.

	[color=f6989d]"I got your six hun,"[/color] she said as she kept the door open for him and took point.[hr]