[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc66ff]Tryke Lockley[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/d9aa320da26ffd1a9dc0570a808ab9da/tumblr_n38mql2I3n1qfisvuo5_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: On Her Motorcycle, on the Walker Infested Route to Newnan[/center][hr][hr][i]Well shit.[/i]

No matter what Tryke did, the hoard of walkers seemed to be just as strong. She swung her bat around, driving her motorcycle at the same time, and yet her deadly multitasking hardly seemed to have any effect. The blonde girl in the truck--the non Viking one--managed to pick off a few with her gun, but even that hardly helped. They needed to do something quickly, or they'd be overrun. The injured would have no chance. 

And so, Tryke was faced with a dilemma. She grimaced, whacking another walker with her bat, as she slung the weapon over her shoulders again. Reaching behind into her bag, Tryke contorted her hand slightly, before she was able to grab the makeshift flamethrower from the mesh water bottle pouch on the side. They needed to make a decent break in the walkers, and she wasn't certain how much this would help...She found it was the most effective with the winning--no one liked being set on fire. 

[color=cc66ff]"I'll light these fuckers up, you guys try to break through!"[/color] Tryke called out. Holding out the homemade flamethrower in one hand, Tryke pressed down on the aerosol spray, causing the spray to come out and the lighter to ignite, creating a column of flame. She aimed at as many walkers as she could, all the while trying to keep a safe distance, if at all possible. 

She [i]really[/i] didn't want to continue the trend of people getting bitten on this trip. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/a3fd18c695ddfee4f9f634ada4d62009/tumblr_inline_nv14jdAuCE1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: the Infirmary ---> Cowering Behind a Car Door (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr]Taking the scissors and comb from Sana, Édouard couldn't help but fantasize that they had raided a beauty parlor in Franklin. There were so many beauty lines in the United States, one of his favorite features. A bit of product and his hair would be right as rain, that he was certain. If there were any supermodels left in the world, well, Édouard felt that he'd be qualified to stand among them. Maybe he'd ask Sana if Franklin had any beauty pageants.

[color=cc6699]"Sana?"[/color] Édouard called out, frowning as he heard a scream. Perhaps they'd run out of haircare products? Following her into the hall, his eyes widened as she had a bolt ready in her crossbow. Was she trying to kill him? He shook his head slightly, before obeying her as she commanded him to stay behind her. He rushed outside of the school with her, armed with scissors and a comb, as they entered the hellscape that once was relative safety. 

[color=cc6699]"Qu'est-ce qui passe?"[/color] Édouard called out, following Sana as she dove behind a car. However, his answer was cut off as someone sank a knife into Sana's leg. The screaming and gunfire was all background noise, and Édouard instinctively reached for a sword--but Lyon had confiscated them all. He only had a comb and a pair of scissors to fight with. 

And then, an even more peculiar thing happened. As Sana kicked around at her attacker from under the car, her crossbow abandoned, Édouard dropped to the ground, snatched up Sana's crossbow, and aimed it underneath the car. And then, figuring that it couldn't be that hard, he pulled the trigger, hoping that he'd done it correctly. He'd never used a crossbow before. But how hard could it be? [color=cc6699]"Olé!"[/color]

[hider=Translations]Qu'est-ce qui passe? = What's happening?[/hider][hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/9aa3a47c901252922e43950d062e1fe8/tumblr_inline_nuo4tdsc7h1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Gilbert Street, in front of Building 1 ---> Lagrange Street, in front of Building 6[/center][hr][hr]While Meghna motioned for someone else to arm him with a gun, he knew that Ashton was in charge, at the end of the day. If he said Jack should head to the armory, then he'd do just that. It was no different than if he had been given an order by the captain, back during his career as a cop. Chain of command had to exist for work to get done. And having been in Newnan for less than a day, he wasn't about to stick his neck out and break it. 

[color=00ff00]"Thank you, sih,"[/color] Jack replied. He grinned a bit at Bazhooli, seeing that his best man was joining them on the adventure. Having a familiar face was always a comfort, but he did feel slightly more worried for Tatiana. He didn't want her to be all alone in the rec center, but if he didn't do this, then perhaps the safety of Newnan would vanish. 

Nodding at his best man, Jack headed over to the armory, excited to (hopefully) get his gun back. Having it on him had become second nature since joining the force, and with the apocalypse, it was as needed as food, water, and clean air. Not having it with him for the past few hours had been unnerving. [color=00ff00]"Any idea what's going on?"[/color] Jack asked his traveling companion, only faltering when the explosion shook the foundations of the city. His eyes widened as he glanced around quickly, before noticing the destruction centered on the armory. 

He grimaced a bit, looking over at Bazhooli. This didn't bode well.