[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f6989d]Zoie Crawford[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://cdn.acidcow.com/pics/20130220/milla_jovovich_29.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Armory 
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Sigil], [@Aewin][/center][hr]

	Zoie watched the legend fall into sweet oblivion and let out a shaky breath; it didn't ever seem to matter how long it had been since the end of the world, how little you knew someone. When you watched them end by your own hand because of the choice they made, the final dying wish you fulfilled, it was never easy and it never got any easier. In a weird way she hoped it never would; it was a sign to her that there was at least still humanity left in this god forsaken place they called Earth. As his body slumped to the ground Zoie caught him and leaned him back against the wall of the alleyway, brushing his hair back slightly. He looked... [i]Happy[/i]. Batting her eyes to dry the threatening tears away she took his head in one arm, pulling to her shoulder and smoothly inserted the blade of his machete into the base of his skull. He would not return as one of the abominations that had taken him from this group. 

	Rising she secured each machete on either hip through her belt and moved some of the large garbage units around the back door of the armory just in case they needed to get back out that way and there was another swarm drawn in. Looking up she tilted her head to the side as she took note of something before placing her hand on the door and swinging it open, stepping inside and letting it close hard behind her. She looked at the remaining people. There was the driver Meg, some other guy she didn't know Tom, and then there was the leader Ash. Pulling the machetes from her belt and held them out to him. 

	[color=f6989d]"He be at peace now hun, I made sure he felt no pain."[/color] Her voice was soft, kind, and the look in her eyes clearly showed that it hurt even her. [color=f6989d]"He said you be family here. So let's do what family do. Slaughter every last one of them mother fuckers who dared take one away from us,"[/color] she said in a cold trembling voice as her eyes glistened, letting him take the fallen mans trademark weapons from her hands. [color=f6989d]"Right?"[/color] she asked looking at Meg and Tom. [color=f6989d]"We do it for him, for the others. Like papi would be doin' if it had been you out there."[/color]

	"Damn straight we will," Tom said as he pushed a clip into the pistol he was holding and loaded it into place. Taking a step back she ruffled the back of her hair up and looked around at the armory. They seemed well enough armed but several things caught her eye as she remembered what she saw outside. Biting her bottom lip she went over to a shelf and ran her fingers over somethings. [color=f6989d]"Only be a few of us left and a lot of fuckwardery out there. If you be willin' Ol' Zoie Mama gots her an idea to clear a path for you three."[/color] Looking over towards Ash she gave a bit of a devious Georgia Peach smile, the type that crawled across southern girls lips usually right before they uttered a [i]Bless yer heart[/i] or a [i]Aww hell naw[/i].

	[color=f6989d]"I'sa gonna cause one hell of a ruckas to makes a distraction while yous three load up and get the hell out of dodge. Y'all starts a clearnin' out buildings and I'll make sure to keep them Eaters off your asses and give them tower folks of yers a chance to do some good."[/color] Grabbing several flashbang grenades, some molotov cocktails, a roll of duct tape, the M27, and the Flamethrower. Stuffing what she could into a pack and slinging the rest over her shoulder she looked back over to Ash, Meg and Tom. [color=f6989d]"So what's ya say Boss? Gonna let country girl cause some hell and be bait whilst y'all go on a cleaning spree?"[/color]