[hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James![/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan Courthouse Clocktower
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Maria, Ash
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Maria insisted on leaving. Hell, James hiself had given it due cosideration; it didn't seem like he was doing enough from up here. He felt genuine desire to take up his woodaxe and handgun, beating his boots down on the pavement below eliminating any and all threat to his home. He was a fighter, and a survivor. No question. But the people left down there were depending upon his firing irons and the skill with which he wielded them. He was not Alicia. But he would have to suffice.  

James picked up the walkie, speaking into it with a little more alarm and a little less forced humor than he had been using previously. [color=firebrick]"Ash, man. I'm sorry, Maria's headed your way. I've got to cover all of y'all by my lonesome, ok? So I'm gonna make for the live assholes, 'less you tell me to aim for the dead'ns."[/color]

The intrepid hogger gave the new environment of Newnan a peek. The lion's share of the upright corpses were making for the Big Bada Boom in front of the Armory, many to be consumed by fire that their latest personnel acquisition rained upon them. The fire, of course, caught the more sustained attention of others. Their slackjawed stares and shuffling in a uniform direction [i]did[/i] however make it easier to pick out the live ones from the dead. 

Speaking of which, two of the live ones were making for the Courthouse that very moment. [color=firebrick]"If I don't know you,"[/color] he began, setting eye to scope, [color=firebrick]"then you die, sucka."[/color] The trill of a silenced shot sounded before a large bore round tore through the John Deere cap on the head of one, spraying bloody matter and bone fragments behind him. The dead Edenite kept moving forward, though horizontally, prone, and scraping part of his face onto the rough blacktop. 

James took aim on the second one, frozen momentarily due to the shock of seeing his buddy's head explode in front of him. The dead-on shot failed to strike. Not for his lack of precision, but for his lack of bullets. [color=firebrick]"Shit!"[/color] he hissed. James could flip out a clip in a second, maybe two. But they would be long seconds with his friends out there. Long seconds. 

[hr][center][h1][color=steelblue]Ashton Holloway[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan Armory 
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Tom, Meg, Newnan
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[color=steelblue]"Roger that, James. Will keep an eye out."[/color]

Maria decided to leave the tower. This was not what he ordered. This was not what they needed. Maybe all this would work out, but as soon as this situation was resolved, if he survived, there would be an accounting for the ongoing chaos in the Newnan ranks he'd witnessed just today. If they couldn't come together during a time like this, maybe they didn't deserve this town or these walls. The remainder of this day would tell. First, they had to get through it alive. 

Ash risked a look outside. He noticed a number of his people making for both the Courthouse and the Armory. Faces he knew. Faces he trusted. And, a couple faces he didn't know, and didn't trust. Feigning ignorance, he stepped fully outside and waved them toward the clear doorway. [color=steelblue]"C'mon! Here, here, here!"[/color] He went as far as to make eye contact with two of them he [i]knew[/i] didn't belong, encouraging them inward. Even lowered his carbine. As they neared, he kept waving. [color=steelblue]"Almost there, guys! Plenty of ammo for everybody!"[/color]

The second Ash knew he had a fully unobstructed view of the strangers in his town, his left hand raised, Detonix .45 at the ready. The gun barked twice. The first time tore a hole in an Edenite chest. The second one imploded another's head. [color=steelblue]"Stupid fuckers..."[/color] There had to be more out there, invaders amongst the loyal. Ash could see faces pressed against windows. He could see more of his people running to get into the Armory. The town was beginning to wake up. Now was the time to help them. 

His voice boomed as he held a gun in each hand, scanning the crowd for more interlopers to cap. [color=steelblue]"Look around you, Newnan! Look! We need to move! Cousin Zō is keepin' the Dead busy! Time is NOW."[/color]

Without taking his eyes from the coming throng of people, Ash addressed those already inside the Armory, [color=steelblue]"Tom, you've got this. Get our people ready. If you don't know someone, bullet. Meg! Ready for a jog around town?"[/color]