[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 Courthouse Clocktower [b]Interacting With:[/b] His Thoughts, Ash [/center][hr][hr] The general air of Newnan, when viewed from above, didn't seem that much different from an hour ago when the place was a battleground. Maybe that was the more positive side to being a sniper - there was a certain removal of self from the scene unfolding. This battle had no hard choices. There was the living he knew, the living he didn't, and there was the dead. Protect those he knew, kill everything else. Done and done. Adrenaline had been replaced with caution and watchfuless. Sometimes he would scan the perimeter through the scope of his rifle, other times unaided aside from a hand, shading his eyes. So far nothing of any massive interest, other than the cow, came into his field of vision. A lot had happened since the day began; it was a Game Changing kind of day. What began as a position of strength quickly transformed into a painful reversal of fortune. Just a few hours, and their little society was compromised. Oddly, what he wished for at that moment was company. Just someone to share the moment with. A spotter, or another sniper taking watch with him. But, it is what it is. Finally, his marksman's eyes caught something in the distance. To the south, maybe southwest, a single line of smoke stretched heavenward. He thumbed on his Walkie to share the news. [hr][center][h1][color=steelblue]Ashton Holloway[/color][/h1] [img]https://31.media.tumblr.com/bcfab66a674d39bfaaddc28bd62d4470/tumblr_inline_ne41kcr5UN1s5par2.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] [b]Interacting With:[/b] James, Newnanites [/center][hr][hr] [color=steelblue]"Smoke, huh? Could be nothing. Could be something. Thanks, James."[/color] Ashton was interested in finding out what made his truck seize. If he had to round up the Dead inside the outer wall with a series of other vehicles, rather than use the Hordebuster, it would indicate a greater element of risk. That, and he really wanted his baby growling its booze-diesel engine again. Of the things he lost today, [i]this[/i] was one thing he could do something about, now that they had a breather. All the same, he couldn't neglect his town. Ash flagged down one of his people, to whom he'd given rooftop assignment, and sent him Zoie's way at the main gate to the south. [color=steelblue]"Rotate out, standard watch times. Back on schedules, people! We're at full alert. Everyone armed, everyone taking shifts."[/color] [hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Bridgette Vinters[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d5/b4/78/d5b478ac0063ce48f5bab3cb5648b0a1.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Smokey Road, Southwest of Newnan [b]Interacting With:[/b] Astrid, Bryn, Other Ladies On The Wagon [/center][hr][hr] Bridgette growled openly, unshouldering her shield yet again. She had really hoped to catch [i]something[/i] that resembled a break today. The good news was that the still might. Day was fairly young. The bad news was that the break she was hoping for - not getting it yet. She guided her horse, Cadence, along with her knees, trotting between the wagon and the remaining Biters. If there is any one benefit to being on horseback with an (almost) seven foot hewing spear, it's easy access to undead skulls and the most effective use of versatile range, short of using a projectile weapon. Bridgette made excellent use of her range, immediately lancing one of the rotting bastards through a barren eyesocket. The warrior maiden wondered, if but for a second, if the guy was missing the vision-providing orb before he was turned into a slobbering, gibbering gnawer of human flesh, or if the event that removed his eye transpired afterward. The hypothetical question was quickly banished by the reality of her situation, however. On particularly aggressive corpse got a touch closer to her horse than she liked, arms outstretched and hungry. A quick parry with the haft of the spear connected with its arm just above the elbow, turning the monster sideways. Unfortunately, it didn't leave the most fluid of counterattacks available. Bridgette recovered her spear's balance just enough to embed the tip into its temple, necessitating the need to lean into it to remove the creature from the land of the upright. The weapon caught. [color=orangered]"Fucking Doublefuck Oreo piece of fuck..."[/color] he growled, illustrating the diversity of the word. Faced with the decision of dropping the weapon or switching tactic, Bridgette opted for the latter. She kneed Cadence around to the side, dragging the corpse with them, and pounded the last Biter near her into eternal submission with the rim of her roundshield. The movement jostled her weapon free, much to the delight of both herself and her horse. The danger was far from over, she realized, cutting her internal victory dance short. [color=orangered]"If we're going to do something, we need to fucking do it and [i]run[/i]."[/color] she imparted, as a piece of advice both sage and vulgar simultaneously. In truth, she would have preferred for them to merely take off. She might very well have, were it not for the continued presence of her only friend left in the world, Astrid. Her horse was more than sufficient to get her and another far away in short order. But no, this was the [i]right thing to do[/i]. Not for the first time, Bridgette despised the concept of morality, doubly so because she still possessed it. All in good time, maybe.