[b]Isabelle - Winchester Rd off the 27[/b]

The streets were emptier then the last place they had been. At least they seemed to be as buildings rolled by the bus window she was looking out of. Some corpses blotted by the wayroad. She noticed some in clusters. usually a sign of a coordinated killing. There was usually a few in a place, but the higher frequency here made her wonder if they really were close to a community.

"Wow, that's crazy! Shame about the hammer though, shoddy workmanship even gets us here." The kind laughter of her brother ruptured beside her. Currently turned around talking to the dark haired woman sitting behind them. She had heard the woman's name, or at least a name being said somewhere in the time of her staring out of the bus and not listening. Something with a C. Catherine or Catrina or something.  The moment they had gotten on this bus he had been socialising with all these strangers. Most of them ragged and smelling of sweat and dirt. Not that she was much better, she adjusted slightly trying to get her shirt to unstick from her skin. It was hot outside, and somehow hotter in this bus.

There was another laugh. From the woman this time. He had said something funny apparently, the grime on the bus windows still felt more interesting to her. In the corner of her eyes she saw Rory turn back around to her. "Do you believe that, Claire-" Oh that what it was. "Fended off more then six walkers with just a hammer. This bus has bravery in spades." He smiled wide. She supposed she couldn't fault him for his optimism. They were the newcomers. When they had walked on the bus most of the passangers seemed tense from a mix of mild hope of something better and yet the tiredness that everyone who lived in this hell felt. The thought of giving up in the back of their heads. 

So Rory had kinda stuck out a bit there, grinning and slapping the seats with humour on the road. But he was turning them around, as he often seemed to do. She hadn't even said anything to anyone on the bus. Rory had introduced both of them to the group for her. She felt like she should be nervous of the people surrounding her.  She was, but maybe not as much as she should be. Afterall, Rory was carefree as ever. And he wasn't that stupid. She hoped at least.

This was actually giving her a rather unpleasent memory of all of highschool. Somehow many years after she left plus more then a year into the apocolaypse those memories were still popping up. She frowned somewhat, deciding that busses in general were a poor vechicle of choice. 

The bus driver who she knew had told her their name and another person spoke. Actual evidence of a haven somewhere. She looked at her brother, who raised an knowing eyebrow at her. Perhaps suprisingly to someone just meeting them. It was actually Isabelle's idea to meet up with the bus. They had spotted them from a roof on the fringe of town with bionoculars (Which Rory had stupidly left behind). Rory didn't seem keen on the idea. Yet he had conceded and she had, mapping the streets wide enough for a literal bus. Had simply made their way to the likely path and waited for pick up. Rory had made some comment being experience doing this while they waited.

She hadn't really decided yet on why she made that decision. Given what had happened in the past. They usually travelled by themselves. This whole thing was a little insane to be fair.  But the news of a community did make her a little happy. Of course, it completely neglected on the logistics of the community accepting them. 

Rory chuckled to himself. "To think we find a place as soon as we get on the bus. Lucky us."

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[b]
Rory - Faith Front Gate[/b]

They had let them in just like that. Susprisingly easy even for him. And he was the type of perosn to look on the brighter side of life.

Sarah had gone to speak to whichever figurehead was going to represent this 'faith' place. A place that everyone on the bus was placing faith in. Haha. He would save that for Isabelle later. Speaking of his sister, she seemed agitated. More then was usual state of existence, anyway. As if on cue, she spoke quietly to him. "The gates are closed. If they decide they dont want us but our items we have no way out!" She almost hissed the last part. 

Rory looked around at his fellow bus riders. Hope on their face. "If they wish to obtain a lot of mud and hoodies on the hottest day of the year. Then we may be in trouble, yes."

There seemed to be a little debate between a few people of the faith community, and he see Sarah's body language slump a little bit. Okay, so not completely trouble free then. There was hope that whatever energy had convinced Sarah to fill a bus of people and drive it around in search of something for god knows how long would simply transition into letting them settle down here scot free.

Alas, he wished to hear more of what was happening. If not just so he could meet his new peers. So he patted his sister on the shoulder and stepped off the bus. He glanced at the radioman carl, who had been one of the few people Rory had not had time to talk to and had simply said "Neat radio" at him on enterance. His face spelt concern, which was probably the right face to have on right now. He opened his mouth to say something to him, paused, proceeded to shrug and waltz right up to where Sarah stood.

"Sup." He said to her. His eyes flicking to apparently the lead man and her. Good, now any apparent negotation had gone one on one to one on two. Their number beats theirs, which gave them an advantage on decision making. This was certain to be in one of the sociology books he pretended to read. Sarah would definitely appreciate his help anyway.

"I do hope that broadcast wasn't false advertising." He piped up. "Or have a lot of people been conned?"