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[center][h1][color=D9E0F9]Tiffany Lyle[/color] and [color=00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1]
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Location: Walking Towards Arnco Mills[/center]
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If it wasn't in front of her eyes, she wouldn't have believed it. She half expected the entire horde to be on her, instead, she heard another sound. A sound unlike any other. It was loud and annoying. And given who it was coming from, it was the most glorious sound she ever heard. Jack, leaping around, singing Eye of the Tiger like his life depended on it. Rather, HER life did.

Tiffany stood up quickly. Jack's antics bought her time, but if she didn't hurry, Jack would be swarmed. She quickly ran, making a lot of noise in the process. However, Jack's moves were more attracting than her running, which was good for her. Still, she wasn't about to have her hero die while singing to save her life.

Jack took a quick glance behind him in the middle of a rather epic round of moonwalking, noting the thick flurries and piles of snow. It hadn't melted yet, so while he originally would have used it for shelter, he now saw it as a trap for the undead. They didn't deal with the cold as well as the living and he couldn't help but imagine the sons of bitches getting stuck in it. Letting out a particularly high squeal that could have once been weaponized, Jack slowly made his way backwards, hoping that the walkers would follow him towards the snowdrift.

Yet the opposite happened. As if the novelty of such atrocious dancing had worn off, the walkers reversed direction and started shambling back towards Tiffany. [color=00ff00]"Tiff - I think they're hipstahs or somethin'. Eye of the Tigah isn't workin' anymore,"[/color] Jack called out. If he had a flare or something, he'd toss it to try to get their attention - but for whatever reason, they were obsessed with Tiffany. If he didn't know how truly awful his dancing was, he might have had his pride slightly wounded.

Tiffany heard Jack's cry as the walkers seemed to take notice of her again. She needed to get to Jack quickly now, or else the horde would cut them off. It was as if the spirit of dance itself had moved on from Jack's rendition of "Eye of the Tiger" and took over Tiffany. Powered by the late MJ himself, Tiffany spun around, hopped up and began to move quicker than ever before. She could hear the beat in her head, one of her favorite songs, Billie Jean, and felt compelled to honor him as he granted her the gift of speed. Tiffany turned and began to moonwalk over to Jack. The walkers were either stunned into slowness or she was quicker than she thought (and a better dancer than she gave herself credit for) but she made it all the way to Jack. [color=D9E0F9]"Don't ask questions about what just happened, let's just get out of here quickly!"[/color]

[color=00ff00]"Yes ma'am,"[/color] Jack replied quickly. He wasn't certain he could have described what just happened if he even tried. But with Tiffany over by his side and the small bit of separation they had from the walkers, he turned and began to race down the snow-covered road. Had he ever taken a high school physics course - or even showed a small inkling in science - he perhaps would have realized how foolish this was. At his speed, friction didn't help him stay upright - in fact, it hindered him. He went just a little too fast and managed to fall on his ass - [i]again.[/i]