[color=orange][center][h1]Vincent McGarth[/h1][/center][/color]

The soft ticking of the clock filled the room as Vincent sat in his chair. The constant ticking was annoying but so was the slowly growing darkness in his heart from years long since past. He knew that Nikki was right. It never truly disappeared. The feeling had been caged up. No, more like buried deep inside waiting for the day it was slowly slither out from its hidden spot and grow. The man leaned to the right, his eyes looking across the room in the darkness at some invisible friend, before leaning to the left. His thoughts filled his mind as the rain slowly pattered upon the roof. Sounds of distant thunder crashed from what sounded like the South as a familiar lullaby was quietly hummed inside the room.

Nails scraping against the door cause the man to flicker his cold dead eyes toward the door. There was a reason he had chosen this spot. The house set on the outskirts of the slowly growing trailer park, which made planning and gaining members easier, the second was because there were signs that people stopped here first. That was until they were slaughtered Walkers. The scratching continued forcing the man's temper to flare before a distant gunshot from the West echoed through the air, making him wonder if the people inside the school could hear. If they didn't it was only a matter of time before they find fresh bodies at their door steps but if they did check it out then some of his men would be waiting.