[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=fff79a]Ryan[/color] & [color=f6989d]Zoie[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/EjQ5r59BnVGr6/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][i]Location:[/i][/b] Newnan Front Gate -> Mess Hall[hr][/center]

	Zoie wasn't sure what to think about Ryan showing up like he was but she knew the man well enough not to take anything he said without a heavy grain of salt. The thing about him was that he could be brutally honest but even if he was, he had a reason to be and it was all about survival. Holstering her pistols she pulled out a zip tie from her back pocket and held it up in front of him, rotating it slowly between the tips of her fingers. 

	[color=fff79a]"Kinky,"[/color] he said with a smug look flashing in his eyes and a crooked smirk creeping across his lips as he held his wrists out to her. He didn't want to be put in restraints but he knew better than to argue this point. Whatever got him within the walls was what he would do right then. His brow arched as Zoie shook her head a bit and then rolled his eyes as he placed his hands behind his back. [color=fff79a]"Fine.."[/color] he mumbled, dejected. 

	Zoie was a tad rougher than she had to be and made sure they were tight as she restrained him. Patting him down, she removed the machete from his hip and sighed as she held up the bag of joints and the lighter. [color=fff79a]"Oh come on Zoie,"[/color] he protested but she didn't listen as she pocketed them. Unholstering one of her pistols again she grabbed him by the arm and gave the signal for them to open the gate for her. 

	[color=f6989d]"Boys, he be tryin' to make a break, make a bullet kiss his brain,"[/color] she said as she lead him through the gate and down the streets of Newnan; the gate closing heavily behind them. Zoie kept a firm grip on his arm, her nails digging in but Ryan just smirked; he was in. Now just to stay alive. 

	[color=fff79a]"Nice place you got here,"[/color] he said trying to make small talk. [color=fff79a]"Kids playing, people walking around without a care in the world. Almost like it used to be. So what do you do here Zoie? Find a nice little house and bake cookies all day? Find yourself another husband?"[/color]

	Ryan hit the ground as Zoie's fist connected with his cheek out of no where. Grunting he didn't even had time to roll around before Zoie had a hold of him and was yanking him back to his feet. His cheek felt like it had just exploded and blood trickled down the side of his lip. [color=fff79a]"Fucking A, just like prison. What, are you going to toss me in the hole?"[/color] he said as he tongue slipped out to lick away the blood as Zoie continued to move him further down the street towards the Mess Hall. 

	[color=f6989d]"Ain't bein' a hole deep enough fer ya' Irish."[/color]

	[color=fff79a]"Then what are you going to do with me?"[/color]

	[color=f6989d]"Ya be findin' out soon enough."[/color]

	[color=fff79a]"Hey, I got you out of Eden. You owe me."[/color]

	[color=f6989d]"Naw, I don't,"[/color] Zoie said as she pushed the door open to the Mess Hall. Ryan nearly fainted when he felt the Air Conditioning and let out a deep breath.