[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=f1c40f]Year 5: Update[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=f1c40f]Date:[/color][/b] April 1st, 2012[hr][/center] [hider=Team Swamp - Okefenokee Swamps, Georgia 9/14/18 Update] Map is updated - check Wayne - God help us. [b]Description:[/b] Cloudy [b]Temperature:[/b] 85°F (29°C) [b]Humidity:[/b] Fucking High [b]Wind Speed:[/b] 10 mph (16 kph) [b]Light Wind:[/b] A gentle breeze, having little or no game effect. [img]https://image.ibb.co/cKAsn9/Route177_Ok.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider= Team Newnan - Headland, Alabama 9/14/18 Update] Map has been updated - things are going swimmingly. And by that I mean that the rain is picking up. You all are okay right now but I wouldn't stick around long. Walkers are taking note of the Hordebuster now. It just is bound to happen, it isn't exactly like you all have a small engine... [b]Description:[/b] Solid Rain [b]Temperature:[/b] 89°F (31°C) [b]Humidity:[/b] High [b]Wind Speed:[/b] 15 mph (14 kph) - changes directions [b]Rain:[/b] Rain reduces visibility by half. So seeing is going to be a bit of an issue. As is hearing. Hope you don't need a candle because it will be doused. It's getting worse at this point. [img]https://image.ibb.co/cay1fU/Headland_Alabama.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Team Eden - Quincy, Florida 9/14/18 Update] Thalia will see a walker coming. It is male, looks to have once been a late teen early 20's Hispanic. He is larger than most you have run across and doesn't look as rotted as some others you have run across but he looks like he had been really ill before he turned. Refer to Thana's post for more - map updated [b]Description:[/b] Windy [b]Humidity:[/b] Low [b]Temperature:[/b] 84°F (28°C) [b]Wind Speed:[/b] 26 mph (41 kph) [b]Strong Wind:[/b] Strong gusts of wind, it is going to make things hard of hearing. Such gusts automatically extinguish candles, torches, and similar unprotected flames. Small animals and objects are going to get blown around a lot and hard. This is a former construction site for a new neighborhood before the outbreak so that means bits of wood, broken bricks and rocks, nails, and the like are getting kicked up and blown around. This is going to get dicey fast. The wind came out of no where. [img]https://image.ibb.co/fiAH9p/Quincy_Florida.jpg[/img] [img]https://image.ibb.co/eeueZp/Quincy_House.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0072bc]Thana Martin[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/a5cfbc3af0716e8a01cc43d035de052d/tumblr_on319vCTlR1up42jgo3_540.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=0072bc]Location:[/color][/b] Quincy : House (E9): Inside House (B6) [b][color=0072bc]Skills:[/color][/b] Survival, Pistol[/center][hr] Thana moved further in the house. Eying Thalia for a moment and letting out a mock frustrated huff. The fucking can of SpeghettiOs had become an on running thing between Thalia and Beatrice. It could get annoying, it could get really annoying. Thing was though, it was their own morale game in a weird sense. Picking on about something small like that kept things moving. As annoying as it could get Thana didn't bother trying to get them to stop, in fact she would egg them on from time to time just to make sure it wasn't forgotten. Not like it ever could be. Somethings, no matter how small, were just never going to be forgotten. Like the story she was told about this one girl who came to Newnan and kissed the corpse of her friend only to end up getting bitten herself. Somethings were NEVER forgotten. Taking a quick glance towards the hallway she had told Beatrice to check she motioned it was clear and then started to do what she was supposed to do. Stay back until the girls yelled clear or until they yelled for help. They had about thirty seconds in her mind before she would start checking on them. Until then, it was time to check to see if there were any supplies in the place. She doubted it with the condition of the road and the fact things had still been being built in this area when all hell broke loose and dead began to rise. Eyes coming up she nodded towards Manny. Once they knew the house was empty, then he could check on her all he wanted. Last thing she wanted was to be out of the game because she let a fucking cut on her cheek get infected. Infection and elements were as likely to kill you out in this world as the Face Eaters or People. [color=0072bc]"I will,"[/color] as she opened up the cabinets slowly, gun at the ready. Not that she thought a walker was folded up in the cabinet just waiting to strike but hey, it had happened before. Peeking inside she closed it quickly and swallowed hard. Turning she looked over at the two men and faked the worst smile in history. [color=0072bc]"We'll deal with that later."[/color] [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=598527]Wayne Maldonado[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/xT0xeNe4UWIUnwHTCE/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=598527]Location:[/color][/b] Okefenokee: E14 (Walker Central) [b][color=598527]Skills:[/color][/b] Pistol, Athletics, Iron Stomach, Hunting[/center][hr] Wayne was in his element. That is if being in a shit storm of your own making was an element that is. Either way, as fucked as the situation was Wayne was still Wayne. He was of the opinion that he couldn't die. Now that hadn't worked out for two other folks that held the same type of mentality. God rest that Crazy Cowboy and that adorable Tank Girl Lola but hey even if he did die, Wayne didn't care. He had been rather suicidal from time to time. Hell who wasn't in this day and age? Waking up to slaughter instead of eggs and fucking bacon was not the way to live. Right now, to him, it was survival of the most fucked. [color=598527]"Hey, take that piss-whining elsewhere Hank. I just.."[/color] Shit, he had thrown his Machete. Probably now the best idea but it had worked at the time. [color=598527]"Thought we could be."[/color] God-dammit walkers all around. [color=598527]"A team. You know?"[/color] Grotesque mother-fuckers coming at him, closing ranks bees after Pooh stole the honey pot. [color=598527]"Partners."[/color] Guns, he has guns. Fuck yeah! Guns! [color=598527]"Butch and Sundance."[/color] Wayne reached behind him and drew both his pistols from the hook of his belt. They were't anything special but guns were easier and it wasn't like he was being quiet about things. [color=598527]"Gin and Tonic."[/color] Fuck me, only half a clip each, make them count. (Maybe Wayne is what Deadpool would have been like during retirement?) [color=598527]"Mickey and Mallory."[/color] His head jerked to the side, away from the walkers. Something had gotten his attention and he wasn't happy about it. His brows furrowing as he gave this look as if he had just been told his BFF had a crush on the same guy he did. Fuck that. Becky wasn't even hot. [color=598527]"No I don't mean Mickey and fucking Pluto!"[/color] Who the hell was he talking to? Shaking his head he turned his attention back to the shit storm he had walked, no charged straight into the middle of. Extending an arm in each direction he took quick aim and squeezed the triggers. Both Walkers dropped like a sack of testicles. Spinning around he lowered his weapons, his back now to the walkers. A rather large grin on the mans sweating features. [color=598527]"PB and [i]mother[/i] [b]fucking[/b] J."[/color]