[hr][center][h1][color=steelblue]Ashton Holloway[/color][/h1] [img]http://www.chud.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/Aliens_5_70072.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan [b]Interacting With:[/b] Lorna, Meg, Zoie, Dexter, Maria [/center][hr] Ash rolled back out of the truck bed with a decided [color=steelblue]"Damnit."[/color], taking cover behind it the moment the tire went flat. His carbine flashed to the ready position. Zoie had confirmed one of the intruders by name; it was a woman Ash had not seen in town before that moment. He knew everyone who lived inside those walls on a first-name basis, so by Leann's last standing order, her life was forfeit. The question became: Does he let the new girl hack her to ribbons, or does he pump a bullet into her from here? Zoie was quite the backwoods wordsmith. Looked pissed, too. Ash decided not to intervene with her sudden feelings of hostility. She could have her [u]one[/u], but after this they needed to stay close and get to their objective. Besides, this absolutely reeked of Personal. Ash thumbed his weapon to semi-automatic and raised it. He wasn't sure if the bullet that shredded their tire came from this woman, or someone else. Logically, if it was her doing, Zoie would take care of the threat. But if it wasn't, then they needed to get moving, and [i]now[/i]. Then again, they did have sniper support. Ashton had to make a call. Good thing he was packing a walkie. [color=steelblue]"Maria? We got shots fired, somewhere roughly on our 9. Can one of you give us support?"[/color] Keeping an eye out, Ash addressed the group, [color=steelblue]"Less than a block, guys. I say we hoof it. [/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] Newnan [b]Interacting With:[/b] Maria, Sid, Tom's Fan Club [/center][hr] James noticed their fellow Newnanite, and immediately felt both relieved and concerned. [color=firebrick]"Hey, that's Tom! I like that guy. Let's give 'im some love."[/color] The Dead took notice of the now uncovered man, prompting a few of the closer ones to shamble toward in hopes of turning the man into a Manwich. James decided immediately that this simply would not do. He raised Alicia's sniper rifle to his shoulder, and spoke quietly to Maria as he went to work, the rifle making barely more noise than its parts sliding across each other with a muted [i]clack[/i]. [color=firebrick]"So guys, there were these two Walkers, right?"[/color] [i]*clack*[/i] One of Tom's undead fans got his cranium ventilated, and collapsed like so many rotting racks of short ribs. [color=firebrick]"Now, they was both gnawin' on this Clown. Feel me?"[/color] [i]*clack*[/i] Another bites the proverbial dust. [color=firebrick]"One looks over at the other'n and says..."[/color] [i]*clack*[/i] James hoped Tom appreciated the effort. [color=firebrick]"Hey! Does this taste [i]funny[/i] to you? Hyuk hyuk..."[/color] [hr][center][h1][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/h1] [img]http://cdn23.us1.fansshare.com/photos/dannytrejo/machete-danny-trejo-machete-kills-vest-hero-breaking-bad-691917003.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan [b]Interacting With:[/b] Froggy [/center][hr] Flatlined. Someone else he cared about, dead. Ok, so it wasn't love, but damnit it was something. He wasn't even sure if she was a good woman or not, but that really didn't matter anymore. Vivian was someone in his life, and now she was gone. Motherfuckers will pay. Caesar ripped off his surgical gown (really more of an apron) and reached for the pistol at the back of his belt. He chambered a round and looked to the blood-spattered Doc with sorrow and rage conflicting in his eyes. He leaned in close, over Viv's corpse. For just a moment, he considered pressing the barrel of his gun into the man's eye and blowing his brains out of the back of his head. Then, a harsher punishment came to mind. For the first time in a while, the old man spoke. It was a low, gravelly, quiet voice, but it was highly unsettling to anyone listening. [color=orangered]"You. You... are the Doc now."[/color] He nodded, emphasizing his plain and simple words. [color=orangered]"Barricade this door after I leave. Do what you need to with the body. Anyone tries to get in here angry, you kill them."[/color] The emotionally compromised fighter had a purpose in telling the Doc to take care of the body. Ordinarily, he would have preferred to handle it himself, as he was close to Vivian. But Caesar needed to see if this guy could do what was necessary to survive, or if he was just lucky these last couple of years. If not, his upcoming course of action would have to be altered, in a manner to which Froggy might object. Caesar unsheathed his trademark cutters and started to the door. It was his intent to clear this building if it was required, and escape to the outside after. Basically, he had a fairly nasty itch to kill something just then, and was fully intent on scratching it as vigorous and messily as possible. [color=orangered]"You need a gun?"[/color] he growled. It was less of a question than was implied.