[center][h1][color=deepskyblue]Ted Ingram[/color][/h1][/center]

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Standing offset, an awkward distance away from his new companions, Ted stewed in his own crippling anxiety. Things were moving quickly and he was missing his isolation from the unpredictability of the other survivors. This group was beginning to become a bit uncomfortable for his liking; he wondered how he had gotten mixed up with an apparent murderer, but then thought upon how Lilah had managed to sneak up on their group with a gun and had earned a semblance of trust in little more than a few words anyway. To be fair, she seemed fine though, not necessarily threatening with her shaky voice and demeanor, and probably just as scared as the rest of them.

He gave her an uneven smile, and spoke up, [color=deepskyblue]"I'm Ted, nice to meet you."[/color] He was definitely not going to be repeating his introduction again, they had barely gotten anywhere before meeting a newcomer, and if they were to meet even more people at the general store he figured he'd be introducing himself fifteen more times before the day ended. It turned out that a zombie outbreak hadn't much changed his desire to avoid meeting new people at all costs, who knew? But before his mind wandered too far, he once again considered Lance and his creepy damn smile. 

He turned to Lance and worked up the courage to form the words together, [color=deepskyblue]"I have to address this but, Lance, when we met you at the grocery we didn't think you'd be telling us about how you almost killed a kid, that's really fucked up. From everything you've told us I don't know if [b]you're[/b] a friend or not, now we don't have any intention to hurt you, we have enough problems with just getting by out here, but we don't need another thing to worry about either."[/color] He rubbed his fingers across his palms nervously and took a shallow breath, [color=deepskyblue]"How do we know you aren't going to stab us in the back and steal our things like you did to that sheriff?[/color]