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The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

Kenny did nothing wrong!

The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

A masterpiece...

The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

OscarioTheGuy said
I don't like the show, but I am excited for the next volume of the comic to be released in november.

I'm still waiting for the 3rd compendium :c
Also if I don't get a post up today, it'll be tomorrow. I have really bad earache and it hurts like hell... save me.

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"Woah, woah, woah! Easy there, just... just put down the gun." he pleaded with his arms in the air, his voice practically a whisper. He would have stood back if not for fact he was already on the edge of the roof. "Just take it easy. I'm not here to hurt you, I didn't even know you were here." slowly, he lowered his hands "In case you haven't noticed, it's pitch black out there and we're in a walker-infested city. Now, I know you're probably not the trusting type, but please, just let me stay here for the night and I'll leave first light. I promise." he smiled, hoping this would let the woman know he was friendly. He wasn't exactly fond of the idea of sharing a living place with others himself, considering the last time he was in this situation he woke up with a psychotic killer hanging over his head, but he was less fond of spending the night looking for shelter in vain, only to end up dead, or worse. "Look, if it makes it any better, I can give you a little food if that's what it takes, I haven't got much but here." he said as he slowly reached for his bag, clearly showing the woman that he wasn't reaching for a weapon. "I hope you're a fan of sweetcorn." he smirked.

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Yo, Flo, it's time to go.

The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

"Oh fuck, oh shit, oh shit." he panted, running as the sun began to dip below the horizon, dyeing the sky a flaming orange, then a blood-red, and finally a deep bruise-like purple, until all that was left of the sky was a chalky mauve. Soon enough a stygian darkness, along with the groans of the hungry dead, would flood the sky, Michael needed to find himself some shelter soon. He couldn't help but become aware of the eerie feeling that began to engulf him, he realised there was a total lack of lighting everywhere in the city. If he didn't find a place to stay until morning, he would be stumbling about the city in pitch black, practically blind whilst walkers hunted him down.

Having decided not to take the risk he thought about camping on one of the surrounding rooftops, hopefully safe from harm. Spotting the silhouette of what appeared to be the tallest building in the skyline, he headed immediately towards it. Michael could still see, from what little light was left, that the door was inaccessible and he had to find another way. Turning into the alleyway he spied a fire escape which lead straight up to the roof, unfortunately the ladder was pulled up to the first platform. Michael was beginning to panic, daylight was fading fast, he half expected to feel a walker's teeth bury itself into his leg or shoulder.
Ignoring the quiet growling behind him, he took out his hatchet and jumped upwards, attempting to hook it on the lowest rung of the ladder and pull it down. He missed the first time and tried again, this time he managed to catch it and hauled it down with an almighty crash. Unbeknownst to Michael, while he was cursing his own stupidity, a lurker, stirred by the crash of the fire escape ladder, was sneaking up behind him. Michael, still not aware of what was going on behind his back, was already up the fire escape to the first floor. Reaching the platform, he turned round to pull back up the ladder only for his hand to meet the cold and clammy claw of the walker on the last rung. Unable to see it due to the setting sun, Michael became panic-stricken and reached for his hatchet, the walker growled loudly as it tried to pull itself up with its decaying muscles. Hacking wildly in front of him, Michael only managed to hit the lurker on his fourth swing, carving its face in two. The walker fell from the platform onto the concrete with a heavy thud, luckily Michael pulled his hatchet free before so. "Lucky, way too lucky." he whispered to himself, still panting. He took some time to catch his breath before making the rest of the way up to the roof.

Young and Old

Young

Old

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OscarioTheGuy said
Perhaps Michael could somehow end up on the with Florence. Or maybe you guys are already in cahoots, and the 'home' you were talking about is the little campsite Florence has up on the roof?

czechmate46 said
I quite like this idea, I think this is a good way to fit them both in.

I'm all game. I'll probably run into trouble along the way and I'll be forced to take camp on the roof since it seems to be getting dark apparently.

My mopping roomba escaped

Be free, little roomba, be free from the tyrannical oppression of your owner.

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Winter said
Create a situation, run into some trouble and conveniently escape into the path of the others. Then that'll force them to retreat with you, giving you a nice warm opening to create some first impressions.

I was actually thinking about doing something like that but I wasn't sure if that would be okay.
I'll probably wait until everyone is sort of 'cosy' together, so to speak. That is, if it's okay with you.