[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]By some stroke of luck, worthy of cheering and shouting, they managed to break through the main hoard. And on the extreme bright side, no one else appeared to have been shoved to the brink of death. Those in the truck didn't look too hot, but to be fair, they didn't look much different when they left Franklin. It was to be expected. Odds were, those in the truck wouldn't make the trip. 

But damnit, she couldn't help but hope the sexy one handed engineer survived. She'd already lost her other friend. And as much as she enjoyed the company of her bike, [i]Sheila[/i] (as she so lovingly called it) wasn't a great conversation partner. 

[color=cc66ff]"Fuck yes,"[/color] Tryke muttered under her breath, putting away her flamethrower contraption. Unlike swinging a bat, she could only use the flamethrower for a very limited amount of time. It was never supposed to be more than a scare tactic anyways. Readjusting her grip so her bat was back in her hands, Tryke continued her work, attempting to help the truck get through. And from what she heard, soon-to-be-dead Viking Chick Number 2 had a fucking phone. 

How the hell did....No, Tryke wasn't going to question it. But if more Viking Chicks were going to show up to help them get out of here without having their asses handed to them by the hoard of undead, that was fine with her. Just peachy, really. 
[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: Cowering Behind a Car Door (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr]Édouard pumped his fist in the air at the yelp. He'd done it! He'd protected Sana! A broad goofy smile spread across his face. Maybe sword skills [i]did[/i] transfer over to crossbows, then? Nodding at Sana's thanks, Édouard continued to congratulate himself for saving the [i]damsel in distress.[/i] However, his features quickly changed back to horror and confusion as Sana raised her crossbow, and ever so elegantly, aimed it at [i]him.[/i]

[color=cc6699]"Sana..."[/color] Édouard cautioned, holding his hands up defensively. But it was no matter. Sana released the bolt, and Édouard yelped in terror. Did pretty girls generally shoot at their saviors? 

But it never hit him. It whistled by his right ear, and a moment later, a stranger fell dead at his feet. He blinked a bit, blushing with embarrassment. It seemed Sana hadn't attempted to kill him after all. And he now owed her his life...[i]again.[/i] It bothered him ever so slightly. He never fancied himself to be a good damsel in distress, but he supposed, he could live with it. He had been meaning to replace Félix anyways...

Somehow, though, Édouard got the notion that Sana didn't want to be his bodyguard. She wanted to be his equal, perhaps his partner--not in a romantic way, of course. [color=cc6699]"Merci,"[/color] Édouard replied, thanking Sana for her assistance. [color=cc6699]"Le mollet..."[/color] Édouard commented, taking the pair of scissors, and cutting off the sleeve of his black button-up. Handing it over to her, Édouard nodded down at her leg. 

In his opinion, she was too pretty--and nice--to bleed to death.

[hider=Translations]Merci = Thank you
Le mollet = Your calf...[/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: Lagrange Street, heading to Building 6[/center][hr][hr]Jack nodded, as his best man rose to his feet, putting on his assorted furs. Perhaps this was more where he'd be needed--not out in the road dealing with the walkers or whatever had gone on. Of course, he didn't have any knowledge of explosions or repairs, but he could listen to and follow directions pretty decently. It was perhaps the only thing his high school diploma had been good for, beyond allowing him to join the force--it taught him the simple skill of following what others said. 

[color=00ff00]"Yeah, let's see what's up,"[/color] Jack replied, joining Bazhooli in the run towards the armory. [color=00ff00]"'Least we can do to help."[/color] 

Generally, explosions--or very large booms, at the least--weren't the best sign. And with the problem happening out of the settlement, Jack couldn't help but fear there was some sort of attack. He had lost Sutton in an attack due to invaders, he couldn't allow the same thing to happen here. He had a small little family, with his fiancée and his best man. And he couldn't help but feel like he'd get closer with the rest of the community in time, since they all seemed to be wicked cool. 

He couldn't help but muse over what could have happened, of course. The sound came from the armory--maybe they had some bombs down there or something? With all of the advancements this settlement had, it wouldn't shock him too much. But still, he couldn't imagine bombs would go off accidentally? He shook the thoughts of his head. All he could do was show up and see what they needed from him. That was how he could help. It was his superpower, almost--showing up.