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Richard Johnson

Time: Morning.
Location: Off Ralls Road, Troup County. Between Hwy 29 and Hwy 100, just North of Hogansville, GA.
Interacting With: Jaime, Dexter and some heavy wood furniture.

This joint had been a pretty nifty find. Four walls, a roof, food, water and only a couple Deadbrains to remove. It even had actual beds that weren’t covered in blood, guts and brain matter. What a fucking steal. Clearly Richie had done something good to someone lately to find such a prime spot of real estate just up for grabs. Sure, he wasn’t alone and had a couple of stragglers hanging onto his every word, but hey, it could be worse.

The second floor was Richie’s domain, he’d decided. He had set up his camp in one of the more masculine of rooms at the back end of the house, facing out towards the pool area. It was a nice view and nice views didn’t come along too often in this shithole of a world anymore. He was making the most of their current situation and was lounging on a particularly comfortable black leather chaise by one of the many giant ass windows inside the property. Fucking rich twats and their excess cash making dumbass decisions… He shook his head and snorted at the ridiculousness of his agitation. 

He’d been particularly nasty at Dirty Sanchez earlier that morning, Hipster hadn’t said anything this time, he knew better by now plus he was asleep, so there was always that. What did the fucking beanpole expect anyway? He’d dropped most of Richie’s breakfast all over his lap when he’d tried to hand it to him. He was lucky all he got was a fist to the gut, Richie could have done so much worse. After eating Jaime’s breakfast and leaving Jaime to clean up the mess and eat what he could salvage from it, Dick had decided to nap for an hour or so. Didn’t need two of them to keep watch while it was daylight, right? Right.

He stretched himself out more on the chaise and let out a loud, echoing yawn. It had been a damn good fucking nap. Richie sat up, swinging his legs over the side and faced out to the world, taking in the view from the window. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck, working out the kinks from his muscles. His head stopped mid-roll however as he saw what was approaching. At least two dozen Deadbrains were heading their way, this was fucking bad. They had a little bit of time, but not much. He heard Dexter yelling out below. Where the fuck was Beaner? Dirty little shit better not have abandoned his fucking post or these Walkers would be the least of his fucking worries.

“OI, DICKCHEESE, BEANPOLE. Get your asses up these god damn fucking stairs and bring all your shit with you! Deadbrains incoming, about two dozen, maybe more.” Where the fuck did these bastards come from? They must’ve made too much noise clearing out the house… Fuck sake.

“What the fuck are we gonna do..?” Richie began pacing while waiting for the other two to get upstairs. That was it! The fucking stairs! He looked around at all the furniture and both thanked and cursed the fucking idiots that owned this place for having such heavy furniture. They’d need to work together, not something they were all that great at, but right now they had the common goal of not wanting to turn or become lunch themselves.

“Alright, bitches, help me move this furniture to the top of the stairs! We gotta funnel these bastards where we can pick them off a few at a time. Three of us and twenty of them does not do well if we’re fucking surrounded. PICK UP THE FUCKING PACE BEANER!” Richie grabbed a heavy oak wood console table that was sitting near the stairwell and began to move it in front of the opening of the stairs on the second floor. He left enough space for the others to make it up and he’d push it along once they were past. He then ran into the bedroom he’d claimed and grabbed the dumbass sofa that was sitting at the end of the bed, it was pretty fucking heavy so he’d need help shifting it. This had better fucking work…

Lorna Dunn

Time: Morning.
Location: Lumpkin Creek, in the woods South of Hwy 34, outside Franklin, GA.
Interacting With: Kris and some horny –  I mean hungry – Walkers.

Lorna and Kris were beat, they’d got separated from what little remained of their crew and had been running on fumes for the last while. Fortune had them in mind when they happened upon the creek and began to fill their water reserves. But lady luck was a fickle fucking mistress and they weren’t able to rest long.

“FUCK ME!” Lorna saw the incoming Walkers and cursed herself for not noticing them sooner. Whether it was the water, the cracking plastic as they filled their bottles are the sheer wave of tiredness that was washing over their bodies since losing their group, Lorna didn’t know and right now she didn’t care. Most of their supplies and gear were laying on the ground and they couldn’t just leave it behind. Thin the herd.
“Kris! Grab our shit and get the fuck out of here, I’ll cull the slimey bastards and buy you some time!” She never took her blade off which was damn fucking lucky because if she had, they’d both be toast right now. She grabbed the handle of her best pal, the metal whistling as she spun the blade to face the oncoming Walkers. “Let me know when you’re good to run! We can’t take them all!”

There looked to be just less than a dozen and thank fuck they didn’t all travel at the same level of steps or she’d be getting munched on right now. Raising her sword upwards a little, she sliced her sword downwards at the outstretched hands of the nearest walker, detaching them from the wrists. Her blade then rounded back up and she sent the blade gliding through its skull. The blood splattered out in all directions, her blade was slick with the stuff. She snapped it towards the next walker that was reaching out towards her and pierced it right through its open maw of festering death.

She was tired, this was just making her worse. She couldn’t keep going like this. She’d been backing up her steps, sure and steady to give Kris time to get their stuff but also to give herself time to leg it when she got the chance. She wouldn’t run until she knew Kris was safe though. Not a damn chance would she let that girl die, plus Lorna had more chance of outrunning the bastards than Kris did on her own. She might have taught Kris some of her free running tricks but she had a ways to go yet.

A particularly fat walker lunged at Lorna after she yanked her blade out from her second kill. The fat git was behind the one she’d just dropped and it was missing one of its hands already. It almost got her, its congealed bloody stumps smeared across her top as she moved herself out of its clutches. The body of the dead walker was between them as its teeth snapped and snipped in her direction. They’d be gaining on them more now. She was damn fucking lucky she didn’t lose her footing or she’d be stuck under this fat fuck and his double dead buddy. 

Lorna pushed back with her left hand while her right held her katana. The blade sliced once, twice, three times into the knee of the oncoming Walker and eventually made its way through the small trunk that was considered its leg. The walker fell off to the side and Lorna shoved the dead second Walker on top of it. The rest of the horde had gotten closer. Her face was covered in the oozing blood from the head wound she’d caused in the second Walker and her body was pretty damn disgusting now. So much for the minor wash she’d just had… She fucking missed showers.

Kris must have had enough time to have gathered their gear together by now, they had to run.

@Nallore Okay, cool, thanks. I'm gonna have Lorna use her mother fucking katanaaa. She's barely got bullets and doesn't want to draw more attention than needed.

@Plasma Feel free to go for the first post. I'm gonna be sleeping soon then I'll be up by like 8am my time, so in about 8-ish hours. :P Is that enough time for you? I can just post after, I don't mind. It would've been nice to lead the packs but time zones are a bitch that way. :) Even if 8 hours isn't enough I can wait longer. :D

@Lady Amalthea Cool. So I can go all Michonne on their arses so long as I'm careful with my descriptions and everything. If I ever need to change anything at any point lemme know, I'm still not used to this whole single IC RP style for the Guild. I've only ever really used multi-thread forums before. Plus people run everything so differently in places so I need me a feel for the narrative styles being given. :D

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