[center]Casey Guidry - The House - Molly [@Weeping Raven] - NOW - As Molly approached the house, the chaos commenced - gunshots storming Casey's childhood home, the blasts echoing through the empty neighborhood. Abruptly, a body flew through the second story window and plunged to the concrete path that led to the front door. The woolly man landed on his neck, meeting his end instantaneously. Blood leaked from his nose and lesions he suffered from gunshot wounds prior to his death fall. His body completely still and soundless, laying face down as if self tanning under the sun-filled afternoon. Yet the clattering continued in the home, the sound more prominent as it beamed through the shattered window - calling the two walkers Molly thought she could handle. Inside, Casey was at war against a single aggressor. With both their weapons knocked from their grasp, the men battled with brawn. His opponent a six foot two giant with legs for arms and an already broken nose. He appeared increasingly provoked after Casey launched his comrade through the window. The man was like a beast, arms swinging wildly without any care for form or technique - it was like the street fights one watched when Youtube still existed. For a man his stature however, he moved rather quickly - stomping through the room like crazy rhinoceros. Casey used that to his advantage, ducking the punches as they came and counter-striking when the opportunity presented itself. - BEFORE - The whiskey splashed against the rim of the glass, filling the space about a fourth of the way. The liquid bubbled slightly as it smoothed itself out. The smell of its fragrance bled through the kitchen, putting shame to the canned bean odor. Ray handed Casey one of the glasses as the two men shared a drink in solitary. His wife Beth was reading upstairs in bed before calling it a night - she had already dismissed herself. Taking a sip, Casey leaned forward on the granite island enjoying the drink's texture and taste. "So what did you before all of this Ray?" he asked his host, looking around at all the classy decorations around the house. Ray noticed Casey's eyes skimming the furnishing which made him chuckle. "No, we're not rich..." he responded, knowing exactly what was going through the young man's mind. "Beth worked with the airports. She's the one that brought in all the money. She did that so I could follow my dreams," he stated with a smile, eyes looking into space as he reminisced on their life before. "Dreams?" Casey wondered. "Yeah, sooo.....I wanted to be a fighter," he admitted, nodding left and right with a grin on his face. "I got signed too, can you believe it?!" he said excitingly as he went on to finish his whiskey, putting the glass facedown on the counter. "You were a fighter?" "I still am Casey, I just don't fight in an octagon anymore. My old man was a fighter. UFC, you may have heard of him. Don Turner? Heavyweight? Bald guy?" he explained, forgetting that Casey had been locked up for years and had no access to television, especially anything that involved fighting. "Well yea, I always dreamed of making it to the UFC myself. Before this I actually got signed to Bellator. Unfortunately the venues started to close down when the world turned to shit, but I'm not mad. I'm alive and so is Beth, so that's all that matters to me. Why? Were you a fighter?" Casey put his glass down and smiled. "No." "Well, I can teach you a couple things if you'd like. We've got all the time int he world now my friend and it'll be good for both of us. Sooner or later we'll have to defend ourselves. So we might as well get ready..." - NOW - With a clenched fist, Casey made contact against the giant's left eye socket. His knuckle immediately turned red from how hard the impact was - similar to punching a refrigerator with all his might. The giant was not even phased by the attack, swinging at Casey with his forearm without flinching. Casey blocked the hit and returned with another fist to the left eye. That attack however stunned the giant back a step, forcing him to blink chaotically as he shook his brain back in place. He grinned his teeth, rushing forward with his arms extended in hopes of catching Casey. Casey took a step back, but did not realize he was up against the wall. His escape route quickly faded away as the giant cut the distance between them in half with a single step. His leg-arms came crashing together around Casey's waist, lifting him up off the ground and squeezing as tightly as possible. Casey tried to fight off the grip, but wasn't able to battle against he man's superior strength. He was beginning to lose oxygen, finding it difficult to breathe as the man crushed his insides. "Damn-" he cursed, trying to think quickly about what to do. Without hesitation he grabbed the man by the hair with one hand. He pulled his head forward and battered his face against his elbow. He busted him repeatedly until the let go, blood spurting from an open wound in his forehead. The giant couldn't see, backpedaling against a wall as he tired to wipe the blood from his eyes. Breathing heavily, Casey walked over and picked up his gun. Calmly he pointed it at his opponent who held up his in defense and mercy. - Another gunshot rung and echoed out of the house. Walkers slowly dragging themselves towards the sound - their clouded eyes drawn to the appetizing young girl. It had only been a couple of minutes since his downfall, but the window-jumper was beginning to animate himself back to life. His shoulders started to rotate as though he was putting his bones back into place. His jaw opening and closing violently as saliva drooled from his lips. He started to crawl, neck twisting as his eyes pinpointed its target. He knees scratched the pavement, leaving blood trails as he moved towards Molly. At her back, the walker couple were now closing the distance. They moaned in harmony, mirroring the twins from the Shining as they continued down the street towards their dinner. Casey was still inside the house, not aware of the events that unfolded in his proximity. [/center]