[center][b]Casey Guidry - Road - Interactions: Molly([@Weeping Raven])[/b]

- Before - 
The shrieks of men echoed through the prison chambers as guards and escapees rushed towards the exit gates. Casey was locked inside his cell, pounding on the bars for someone to release him. His cellmate sat on the lower bunk behind him, praying to a false God that had yet to head his requests. Fires raged around them, bodies moving unnaturally through ember - as though unscathed by the burning blaze. Casey extended his arm through the bars, grasping at the passing bodies in hopes of getting someones attention. Reaching, he managed to get his hands on a gray jumpsuit, pulling the collar closer to the cell doors and locking both arms around the individual's neck. "Get me out of here now!" he demanded from the choking man who clawed at Casey's forearms. 

"--I--cant--" slipped through his twisting thyroid, trying to tug his body away from the neck crank.  

"Over there! Get me that key!" Casey cried out, squeezing the man's neck even tighter as he signaled to the fallen guard nearby. There was no guarantee that upon letting him go the inmate would head his commands, but how else would he manage to escape? Trusting, he let the man go but to no avail. As soon as he eased his grasp the prisoner pushed off and rushed away with the crowd. "Fuck! What the hell is going on!" he started, losing his sense of patience to the brewing fear that ensued inside him. Was he going to die in prison after everything he'd gone through? He only had a couple of weeks left after all. It was during his internal crisis that the lock behind him opened. Casey turned around swiftly and noticed a guard gesturing him to make haste and exit the cell. "Cmon!" 

The second Casey stepped out of his cell the guard was tackled by an inmate. Casey turned to help, but noticed the prisoner had started chomping on the guard's neck - blood squirting in all directions and puddling underneath him. Casey's ability to act willingly froze. He found himself backpedaling frantically, unable to rationalize what his eyes were allowing him to witness. Moving backwards he tripped, falling on his ass over the seizing body of another fallen guard. The guard shook on the floor, neck glitching as his body seemed to reanimate from a long sleep. The man's guts were spilling from his stomach, a large open laceration one could not survive from - but this guard did. Casey rushed back to his feet, reaching forward carefully to strip the guard from his pistol. He continued to backpedal towards the exit with everyone else - eyes still locked on the guard who sat himself back up from an impossible injury. The guard forced himself back to his feet through sheer will it seemed. He had trouble balancing, swaying left and right like a pendulum as he walked. His steps dragged, but his crumbled fingers articulated wildly. Before he managed to escape the prison Casey witnessed the guard attack an inmate face first, bitting the shoulder of the prisoner and taking him to the ground. 

- Now - 

Driving through the isolation that was once the sunshine state, Casey found himself competent in this new world. It took him years to learn and understand the rules on the inside and in the last three weeks he's realized those rules now applied on the outside. People were no longer people, they were the remnants of what humanity once was - comparable to the loss of hope inmates experienced on a daily basis. Carcasses roamed the streets, possessing only the ability to see, hear, move and eat. They lacked thought and understanding, similar to a lot of the scumbags that filled the walls of the state prison. The ones that remained - those that were still 'human' - were ruined, living only to survive as though imprisoned by their own fear. The world inside mirrored the world outside now and Casey had all the necessary skills to survive. It was disheartening to know life ended the moment he was sentenced and his dreams of freedom where now obsolete. 

Now miles from the state prison, Casey managed to change his attire to something more comfortable and presentable - despite the lack of real interaction in the past few days. He hadn't been able to reach home just yet - his current destination - but found an empty store with enough clothes to satisfy. He wore a black t-shirt covered by a denim jacket, some dark jeans and brown work boots - exemplifying normality and ditching the gray overalls bearing his inmate number. Trailing down the two lane road, green flashed through the windows on each side. It was nice to see the trees were still green - probably even greener and full of life than ever before. Casey squinted at the sight of a lone walker up ahead on the roadside. He gently released the accelerator, slowing down as he swerved the Taurus around the wild thing. It's arm was hanging on by dear life, skin stretched out just enough to keep it on. It's face resembled that of the old man from Star Wars, the ugly evil one. However, it was always the eyes that were distinct from anything before. It was those cloudy, soulless eyes that tore into your flesh even before physical contact. It was a fearful sight to behold. 

The car drew its attention, but was out of range by the time it reacted and reached. Casey watched it through his rear view as he increased speeds again and left the beast in his tracks. Returning his gaze back ahead he could see another figure down the road. With his left hand on the steering wheel, he reached for the Glock on his dash with the other - removing the safety as the car approached. He started to decelerate one hundred meters out when the figure became clear and imminent. Casey looked to each side of the forestry that surrounded, seeing if this might be a trap of some kind. A lone person in the middle of the road in broad daylight? Didn't seem logical, so he stopped and waited, flashing his lights to see the - now clearly a girl - girl's reaction. "What's your play?" he thought to himself, flashing his lights again to get a reaction. 

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