[h3][color=39b54a]Trevor "Shadow" Stevens[/color][/h3]

The morning air was cool, the sun rising slowly over the horizon basking Team 2 of the Expedition in warmth. Their leader had gotten them up early, so they might be able to reach the others soon. Their leader rode in front of the larger group the Grey mule he rode upon kept a steady pace. The forest camouflage Bonnie hat he wore shaded his face, and he kept his Spear at the ready in one hand and the reigns in the other.

The Colum of people and troopers had left the day before from Lasthope. They were carrying supplies and a few extra persons who were either not ready to go or were absent when the first and larger expedition left. They kept in a close organized line, the teamsters and some others who looked like they were less than capable in combat stayed in the middle of the group with the pack horses. While the Troopers that came with were evenly spread out through the Colum, 2 stayed at the back and front.

The large man sat silently as he rode about 50 yards in front of the others. Making sure to stay in eyesight he would occasionally glance back at the Troopers who had spread themselves out with the other teamsters. The man looked different from them, the troopers and teamsters, some looked like ranch hands and cowboys where others looked like civilians or soldiers. This leader of theirs looked like something from story books, wearing a chain mail shirt and a small round shield strapped across his back and a cloak of bear fur. He looked strange, almost as if he had to make it a point that he wasn’t the same as them.

All this would make some think he may have simply been brought to life by some form of magic, if it weren’t for the forest camo hat and cargo pants he was wearing or his older tan combat boots. There was one other man on a horse with him, a slender, shorter, tan skinned gentlemen, with the name of Anton. In a way this leader of theirs was training Anton on how he operates as a leader,

[color=f7941d]“Trevor how much further was it again?” [/color]Anton asked in a hushed tone.

Trevor looked around at the surrounding mountains and tree line as they rode through the street, [color=39b54a]“Depends”[/color] was the only words the younger man received.

Anton furrowed his brow and sighed, [color=f7941d]“Depends on what?”[/color] Trevor was always difficult when he didn’t need to be. Anton always thought he enjoyed annoying people by not giving them all the information he had on hand.

The older man smiled at him, [color=39b54a]“Depends on if they found something to search that's not burned down. That would keep them there for a little while. Depends on if somehow they were caught off guard by a three-mile-long horde and were annihilated. Depends on if they stopped and camped at the falls at all really”[/color] He didn’t look away from what was ahead and from his surroundings as he spoke.

Anton sighed again and bit his lip, he had friends and people he knew in the other team and the wait to see them again was bothering him. [color=f7941d]“Shouldn’t they have left some signs or markings to show others they are all right?”[/color]

Trevor turned his attention to the boy only for a moment with a smile, [color=39b54a]“What? And broadcast to everyone that this trail is used by Lasthope. Do you want to be ambushed? Cuse it’s not fun unless you’re the one doin the ambushing”[/color] turning his attention back to the road ahead he muttered under his breath, [color=39b54a]“trust me I know.”[/color] This answer however did not settle Anton’s thoughts as they continued to ride the same trail as the others. Trevor knew they should be at the next meeting point with in the next few hours.

                              [u]A few hours later.[/u]

The time had really gone by quick as the forest soon gave way to sporadic trees, rolling hills, and old cattle pastures. The smell of the area changed as well, the smell of these forest pines was something he greatly enjoyed. Trevor knew they were about an hour or so from where the others were going to be at but still he found himself hesitating. Suddenly he signaled a company stop and rally on him, pulling everyone off the road and under a covered area once used to store gravel for road repair and traction during the winter.

Once everyone was under the shed and began to look to one another wondering what their Troop commander was up too. [color=39b54a]"Oi listen up, myself and Anton over here are going to go scout out the pine hollow reservoir.”[/color]

Anton shot a look at him, [color=f7941d]“what? Why?”[/color] first the man pulls them off track and now he wants to go scouting, something must be wrong he thought.

Trevor seemed to almost glare at his battle buddy before continuing, “[color=39b54a]It’s just a couple miles to the north. The rest of you get a break for an hour or so, Troopers I’m leaving it up to you to organize guard duty.” [/color]With that he dismounted and grabbed a few of his things before Dragging Anton out through the nearby field cutting through some barbwire to do it.

Anton was quiet for a little while as they ran through pastures and crept by old buildings, [color=f7941d]“where are we going, has something happened?” [/color]his mind was running at a mile a minute before being hushed by Trevor.

A few of the undead variety roamed nearby as they stopped, the house he was making a bee line to was close now. Flipping his spear around, he held it tightly in his hand. This end of the spear had a metal brace ending in a round metal ball, specifically made for caving in skulls at a distance. He walked quietly over the gravel road to the closest of the three Rizn and swiftly struck it in the back of the head, quickly shifting his focus to dispatch the one next to it before it turned to come after him. The third which was a bit further away turned and started to walk towards him before being blindsided by Anton with his wooden club.

The Rizn held nothing of value in their tattered clothes and only served to hamper their progress through the small vacation town. But within a few more minutes he was there at the bottom of the road looking up towards an old tan house with brown roofing tiles, dead grass and two sheds hat were broken into and cleared out already. The house itself had its front door kicked in and mostly rummaged through. Trevor quietly entered taking off his shield and leaving his spear at the door while he held his fighting ax. He didn’t hear anything as he walked through the small two bedroom house. Checking the rooms he found them mostly torn apart and rummaged through but clear.

Anton waited in the door was keeping a watchful eye outside, [color=f7941d]“Dude come on there is nothing in here, let’s go back and keep going. This place freaks me out”[/color] somehow he figured Trevor wasn’t listening, but he held a weird look on his face, [color=f7941d]“Dude are you OK?”[/color]

Trevor didn’t look up to him as he knelt down and picked up a broken plate with the face of Elvis on it, “[color=39b54a]This was my dad’s Cousins summer home, he was a good at partying[/color]” he was going through some old memories he had nearly forgotten, [color=39b54a]“When I saw pine hollow on the map being close to here I had to stop, just… just to see, ya know?”[/color] Trevor looked at the shattered plate and put it on the table.

He seemed to be looking for something as he sifted through cupboards and piles of trash in the corners. Until he suddenly stopped and picked up a picture frame. He was quick to pull the photo out and put it in his pack before going back to Anton, [color=39b54a]“Alright let’s go”[/color] he said as he rubbed his eye.

It hadn’t taken them very long to make it back to the others, they hadn’t moved, and they hadn’t run into any more trouble on the way back. Some troopers wondered if they found anything worthwhile but all they got was a silent no. Giving the signal to mount up everyone did as they were told and got back to the road toward celestial falls.

                      [u]One hour later.[/u]

The rumble and subtle roar of the falls echoed in the back ground as the troop neared their destination. They had crossed the bridge at Tygh Valley and were now only a few minutes from the falls. As they got closer and closer he could see two riders coming down the road from the opposite direction. Trevor had a good feeling these were some of their guys but still held his spear at the ready.

The two troopers came to a halt a few feet from them, “[color=00aeef]we thought you ugly bunch looked familiar[/color]” the troopers said with a laugh.

Trevor didn’t seem too amused as he got a bit closer to them, “[color=39b54a]would you two gentlemen kindly show us to where the others are?”[/color] he spoke with his usual monotone voice.

The troopers nodded and waved them on, [color=00aeef]“yeah right this way”[/color] both turned and began to lead them back. However, Trevor couldn’t help but over hear one of them ask the other, [color=00aeef]“Why the hell is he here?”[/color] the other one just shrugged as they continued on. Trevor gave them the signal to fall out and follow as he did the same.

Before too long he found himself in the middle of a small encampment, there seemed to be some excitement going on, and they seemed to be packing up. [color=39b54a]“Anton if shit hits the fan come find me, until then just stick with the others.”[/color] He said to him as he continued to ride hank through the encampment. He was looking for one person in particular, one of the few people he respected out here for the way she helped with him dealing with Hanks stubbornness, the strawberry blonde. Eventually he found her saddled up and looking like she was ready to go. [color=39b54a]“Miss Wintergreen”[/color] he called over to her as he stopped hank near her, [color=39b54a]“Trevor Stevens reporting in mam, where do you need me?”[/color] he smiled at her after glancing around at the others.