[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 9/19/18 Update] Map is updated... Final Score: Wayne: 3 Nigel: 2.5 Robert: 2 Hank: 1.5 Retirees: 4.5 Jerusalem: 4.5 Tie Game! OT? Oh it looks like we have a last minute punt - Waynes post. [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/dpBtNK/Route177_Ok.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider= Team Newnan - Headland, Alabama 9/19/18 Update] Map has been updated - Immediate threat Walkers have been taken care of, the rest are a bit of a ways off and are having a hard time dealing with the rain. The rains heaviness is increasing a lot. [b]Description:[/b] Heavy Rain [b]Temperature:[/b] 87°F [b]Humidity:[/b] High [b]Wind Speed:[/b] 20 mph - changes directions [b]Rain:[/b] The rain is hard and sheeting right now. It is nearly impossible to hear outside and some thunder and lightning is starting to kick in. Winds are picking up as well. [img]https://image.ibb.co/fbGM9z/Headland_Alabama_CP.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Team Eden - Quincy, Florida 9/19/18 Update] Map is updated - Check Thana's post. [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/c9Q1sK/Quincy_House.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0072bc]Thana Martin[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7c/09/18/7c09183b27c09f65e7b67e37bd7327df.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=0072bc]Location:[/color][/b] Quincy : House (E9): Inside House (D4) [b][color=0072bc]Skills:[/color][/b] Survival, Red Neck Engineering[/center][hr] That was a sound Thana knew to well. She didn't need to hear the words, the panic in the voice was something that anyone who had made it this far knew. That was the sound of someone freaking out after they got bit. Supplies had been low and while Thana didn't have medical training, she did know two things. One, they had to cut off the limb in hopes that Thalia wouldn't turn. Two, they didn't have really anything that could cut the limb off. Then there was something else that popped into her mind. There was a construction site outside and this place had a garage. Thana sprung into action. [color=0072bc]"Alex, take point to cover them if anymore biters show. Bea, help get Thalia on that table. I'll be right back."[/color] The Navy girl said this as she ran past Beatrice and burst through the door to the garage. She had already been searching the kitchen, she knew that what was in there could maybe, [b][i]maybe[/i][/b], help but there was another idea going through her head and she was going to take a moment to see if the odds were in their favor. Not likely but just in case. Manny had already ran to Thalia so hopefully he was doing his thing. [color=0072bc]"Clear!"[/color] It was one less place to have to worry about walkers coming from, which was good in her mind. Last thing she wanted was Alex to have to do much considering his leg. Looking around Thana spotted several things of interesting and got to work. [color=0072bc]"Get her ready for the cut! I'll be right there!"[/color] Her voice echoed from the garage and there was the sound of things getting knocked over and moved. Then there was the sound of a [i]hood?[/i] popping open. [color=0072bc]"Don't be dry, don't be dry...."[/color] she muttered to herself. [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=598527]Wayne Maldonado[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/xT0xeymCXjGeKL2FEc/source.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=598527]Location:[/color][/b] Okefenokee: E14 (Road) [b][color=598527]Skills:[/color][/b]Athletics, Machete?[/center][hr] [color=598527]"Aww, they think we're mean. Sad tear emoji,"[/color] Wayne said as he drew a line from his eye and down his cheek. Leaning down he threw his scarf back on and picked up his machete after shoving his pistols down the back loops of his pants. The drugs had kicked in, what drugs he had no idea. It wasn't like he checked his bag of [i]skittles[/i] before he downed them. Walkers dead, sunny skies, oh yeah. He was feeling bright and shiny right then. [color=598527]"Hank, give me five minutes man. Babysit the kids would ya."[/color] It wasn't a request but it wasn't like he really thought Hank was going to play Let's Crucify Black Jesus with Pontius Pilate over there but Hank, after all these years knew what Wayne was about to do. He needed [i][b][color=#ff0000]P[/color] [color=#ff0071]R[/color] [color=#ff0092]I[/color] [color=#ff00ca]V[/color] [color=#00e9fa]A[/color] [color=#00ff9a]T[/color] [color=#00ff56]E[/color][/b][/i] time. Tramping into the woods, Wayne went to put himself out of sight. [color=598527]"Listen, do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to concentrate when you're bouncing off the fucking clouds?"[/color] It was a yell and a loud yell as the leaves and underbrush cracked beneath his feet. [color=598527]"I don't care if it is like kissing god! You're fucking with my high!"[/color] Wayne swatted this way and that as he ran through the woods chasing something. The sun hit hard when he broke the tree line and there was a walker headed right for him. He grinned, broadly. [color=598527]"Hey there sexy, come give daddy a kiss."[/color] Gripping his machete he stepped to the road and grabbed the thing with his free hand on the shoulder. Seemed the thing was barely holding it together and the shift in weight made it's knee cap give way and it sunk, it's head impaling straight onto the blade of the well worn tool of mass murder. [color=598527]"Huh."[/color] Letting go he pulled his machete out of its brain cavity and shook it off. [color=598527]"Well once you've seen an imaginary unicorn snort coke, anything becomes possible."[/color] There was a shrug and he turned back towards the truck and pointed to the walker on the ground. [color=598527]"That kill counts!"[/color]