[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=tomato]Richard Johnson[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Time:[/b] Afternoon
[b]Location:[/b] Newnan Infirmary
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Himself.
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He winced as Zoie helped move him into the actual infirmary. His body was feeling like it was in a million pieces that were just barely holding together. He grunted as she let him down and he gave her a gentle smile as she left the room. Rather, he tried to smile but it came out as a grimace. Richard laid back on the gurney and rose his right arm before screaming in pain.

His breaths were ragged and he lay there, watching the ceiling. He knew he’d deserved that ass kicking and he probably shouldn’t have said what he’d said to Lorna but he was mad and in pain. He shouldn’t have made her bite but it was just too good an opportunity to pass up in the heat of the moment. He’d always had a big mouth but maybe he should try to [i]not[/i] use it as much as he did. 

His mind wandered to Zoie and it only made him feel more convinced that he’d need to sort his ways if he was going to be sticking around here. But then, why would he stick around here? He wasn’t exactly welcome considering the bitch fest that had done this to him being here so maybe he should just take off as soon as he was fit and healthy enough. His mind flipped and flopped, changing from trying to be part of this… whatever the fuck it was and just trying to enjoy his life as best he could. The town had things that he’d definitely been missing since the end of the world so maybe he should stick around, at least for a while, to see what it was like living this life again.

Hell, he might not even like it and might discover that he prefers being out there in the painful, scary, lonely world. He sighed and traced the cracks in the stonework with his eyes until the pain became too much to bear. He felt more swollen than a dog that had swallowed a bee. He began to wonder what stories the ladies were filling everyone’s heads with. This wasn’t going to be comfortable.
[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=olive]Lorna Dunn[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Time:[/b] Afternoon
[b]Location:[/b] Newnan
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Everyone nearby (I’m lazy, sue me)
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Lorna had been in a daze for pretty much everything since she had been booted across the room. She recognised an order and carried it out but she hadn’t been able to do much more than her duty since then. She was still reeling from what happened with Richard. Hell, she was still not completely over the fact that she had found Maria alive and well after all these months. She was close to breaking point, she could feel it but she couldn’t go there. Not yet. Not now. Besides, she didn’t have as much to break over as others here in Newnan did. She was being selfish and she knew it. It made her sick to her core. She tried to focus on the tasks at hand instead, but she was still a little out of it.

The whole idea with Zoie was absolutely demented but Lorna did as she was told. Before bracing the door, Lorna grabbed the hunting knife that was once Leann’s that Ash had laid on the table. If they were going to be doing some close quarter fighting then her katana was going to be out of play for a little while. She held the knife ready in her dominant hand and braced herself. The whole ensuing scene would have been comical were it not for the fact that they could all become dinner to a bunch of mindless, savage, former human beings. 

 Lorna watched as Zoie surfed the waves of limbs and gore and wondered how the woman managed to keep her head calm. She didn’t strike Lorna as a soldier, but she had definitely been through some shit. That much was clear. As the gurney cleared the doorway, Lorna kicked the legs out from beneath a Walker that had slipped in. As it fell to the ground with a thud, Lorna’s new knife plummeted downwards directly into its eye socket. The squish was barely audible but the sensation of the blade slicing into soft tissue could be felt through her arm. As she yanked it back out the blood squirted onto her gloves with the motion. She wiped them off on Ash’s jacket (RIP Ash’s jacket) to save her hands from becoming slick with the mess.

She grabbed the body and used it as a shield, pushing her way forward, enough to let the other two out behind her and Ash. She shoved back against a few Walkers before she threw the body into the oncoming few that were making their way towards them. Zoie had managed to distract a good amount of them though. Get to the van. That was the first stage of the mission. She had to screw her shit back together and put her big girl panties on.

She kept tight with Ash as he had ordered them about and she kept an eye out for Dexter and the chick called Meg that was to be their driver. She had seen Meg and Maria interacting not moments before but she didn’t know what their deal was. She figured they were friends. Lorna caught herself as her mind drifted off again. She really had to get her head in the game or else someone was going to die. She gripped the knife tighter and looked over to Ash and the others. Time to clear a path.

Lorna grabbed the nearest Walker to her by the shoulder and stuck the knife blade into its temple. Another shield was just what she needed as she beat the Walkers off and helped clear the path to the truck. Once she was at the truck, Lorna threw the literal meat shield at two Walkers that were snarling and clawing in her direction. 

As she turned her back with the force in which she threw the Walker body, another Walker stumbled into her right side and began snapping at her ear. The putrid smell made her gag and she felts its hands curling around her arm as she tried to fight it off. Her forearm wedge beneath its chin as she held it at bay. Stumbling backwards, Lorna hit into the side of the truck, her left arm was now trapped between her and their ride. Her knife was in her right hand and she couldn’t get a decent angle to drop the Walker that was trying to give her the worst hickey of her life.

Another Walker came shambling over and she rose her right leg and kicked it backwards only to have it grab her foot. [color=olive]“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck [i]fuck[/i]!”[/color] She grunted as she tried to keep balance. If she fell now she was as good as dead. As she leaned against the truck, she managed to shift her body weight and freed her left arm. She grabbed the knife from her left hand and plunged it into the side of its skull. 

She was now stuck with a dead Walker leaning on her, a Walker grabbing at her leg while pushing against the dead Walker to try and get to her and a truck behind her. So much for clearing a path. This just added to the internal cussing out she was giving herself. A small pang of worry flitted across her mind as she realised that the only two people she fully 100% trusted were currently inside the Courthouse. Sure Ash hadn’t given her any reason to not trust him but, if push came to shove, Lorna knew he’d put the Newnan folks before her. Hell, if roles were reversed, Lorna knew she’d put Maria and Kris before anyone else here.

She grunted and struggled, kicking her leg at the Walker but its grip was pretty fucking tight. [color=olive]“How the fuck do these things manage to keep their strength?! God fucking damn it!”[/color] She was going to need a loooong, hot shower when this shit was done. That is if she wasn't eaten or shot before then.
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