[hr][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 City, outside the Walls [/center][hr][hr] [color=firebrick]"Hot DAYUM, that's a blast!"[/color] joked James as he hopped from the back of his truck and clambered back behind the wheel. There was massive danger, true, what with a horde of Walkers doing the Undead Shuffle right behind them, but Zoie's plan to divert them was downright [i]fun[/i] in its application. Between the bombs and the rev of the motorcycle, sure enough those rotting bastards were starting to turn around and take notice. Now here came the fun part: Keep close enough to them to hold their interest, but stay far enough ahead so that they didn't get turned into a Big Black Manwich and two sides of Ladies' Fingers. The closest thing to fast food left in this world, and only the frigging dead people got to partake. Just didn't seem fair to him, not one bit. Not that he was seriously considering resorting to cannibalism, mind you. The man just had a hankering for Two All-Beef Patties, Special Sauce, Lettuce, Cheese, Pickles, Onions on a Sesame Seed Bun. Comma. Damnit. Fries and a chocolate shake would go down good, too. Nope, the closest thing to it he would get, ever again in this lifetime, was badly injured and stuck in a tree near the Agriculture area within the outer wall. He had to get back soon, put that poor animal out of its misery. Then into his smoker. Yummy yummy, beef in tummy. They had to make noise? FINE. James swung down the driver's side sun visor and selected a CD appropriate to the situation. Grinning like a parolee in a whorehouse, he slid the shiny music disk into the console's player and made a selection, and cranked up the volume. It sounded a bit like [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUPK9z59yUc]this[/url]. Mental promises of wood-fired meat dancing heavily in the back of his mind, James cruised into the next intersection where they had to force the horde into a direction change, and repeated the slingshot maneuver. This time, however, they had a little musical accompaniment. He sang along, loud and proud, with the chorus. Ordinarily, such an action in their given situation would be insane, even suicidal. Perhaps this was why he was so startlingly full of glee and vigor. The next turning point found the indomitable Black James bobbing his head and dancing in the truck bed as he set up his spear, still singing, [color=firebrick]"I play chicken with the train, play chicken with the train, play chicken with the..."[/color] Just sometimes, he loved his work. [hr][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] Atop the wagon, in front of the Courthouse [/center][hr][hr] With a sad and heavy heart, Bridgette realized that there was real, honest commotion going on inside of the municipal building, in front of which her wagon was positioned. Yes, commotion was afoot, an she wasn't part of it. She could use a little stress relief today; the day hadn't exactly been ideal. A quick and brutal workout would suffice nicely. Then again, group full of new people. If they checked out okay, maybe they could show the new girl what they did for fun in sunny Newnan. Worse came to worst, someone in this crater had to have a stash of liquor she could trade for. While she had decided to stick with the wagon for the next while, Bridgette was curious to find out a little more about her surroundings. Obviously, she was in the historic downtown. Craning her neck about, she got a good 360° view. They had a motor pool, fair number of people. Weapons, ammo. People in positions of authority. Even in the aftermath of what amounted to a profoundly sub-par day, these people were in a better position than many she had seen and summarily avoided out in the world. Okay, keep up the bravado, but dial it back. The brutal shieldmaiden suddenly wanted to know more about this place. She had seen Walldi- Ash climb into his truck and just sit there. Perhaps he needed time to himself, after doing whatever needed doing. So there Bridgette sat, getting a good look at the man in the driver's seat of the vehicle that brought them all together, [u]in the most ass way possible[/u]. There he sat, staring at something below the dash. [hr][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] Hordebuster, across the intersection from and facing the Courthouse [/center][hr][hr] Alone with one's thoughts is generally a position benign in nature. Helpful, even. Probably not in Ash's case, however. There he sat in a vehicle he once called home, trying hard to have anything resembling an emotion. To pass the time during, he listened carefully to any news which may or may not flood through his radio. Sitting, waiting, taking some "Me Time" now that his people weren't under immediate danger of annihilation. Regularly, he tilted his eyes up to view the scene in front of the Courthouse. Two guards still with the wagon, angry Viking lady still on top. No one running, no one screaming, no one dying, as far as he could tell. There would come a time, and probably very soon, when he would be pulled away from the great, uncaring nothing that permeated his brain, but just for now he took it as a kindness. Ashton had time, and he was going to take full advantage of it.