[b]Tyler - Underground Arena - Lynn[/b] "You fucking bitch." Tyler entered the arena now and made his way toward Lynn. His poise and stature suggested calm, but a horrific glare was plastered on his face. The raider without a walker stepped away reactively as Tyler approached, who went to grab the girl by the collar. "You're the one who changed!" he snapped. "I - [i]We[/i] - had a vision. And when I finally figured out how to make it happen, you turned on me!" He continued to spat in her face, spittle flying out of his mouth. "Weeks and weeks of betrayal, and I did what I had to do! The punishment became death, and that's how it will always be from now on. But you were special, Lynn, so death isn't. Fucking. [i]GOOD ENOUGH![/i]" Tyler shoved Lynn and stepped away from her. "Do it. Release one! Throw it at her!" One of the men holding a walker cautiously stepped forward and released it with a shove. Lynn was the closest one to it, so it quickly lunged at her. --- [b]Brad - Outside the Hideout - Floyd[/b] Brad stared at Smith and the other men silently. His eyes examined the prisoner with a glazed expression. "Tyler is looking for women, Smith." Bull suddenly erupted into laughter. "Yeah, no shit!" The big man walked over to the truck and looked over the man, his eyebrows raised in wonder. "You got a name?" "It doesn't matter," Brad said, moving to stand next to Bull. "He's going into the arena. He's going to die." The Bull gave the man a wink. "No offence. Most men die in the arena. There'd be no shame in it." He erupted into laughter again, one hand stroking his bushy beard. "Damn long time since we had someone go in!" "Tyler isn't going to like this haul," Brad said, turning on Smith. "This is bullshit." Brad paused to let out an exasperated sigh. "Just get him through the gate and put him in a cell. We'll shove him into the arena when Tyler gives the go-ahead." The two men began to leave. The Bull gave the prisoner a thumbs up as he followed Brad. "Get that truck parked, boys, and meet us in the cells!"