Beatrice Decker
Location: in a TANK
Skills: Tank Gunner Amateur
"Copy that," Beatrice said, mentally memorizing the list of suggested targets. She took a look through the scope and aimed until she had a straight shot at the gate, but didn't fire. She merely wanted to be prepared to go the instant that it was time. A second too soon or too late and she didn't want to know what could potentially happen. Besides, it also gave her something to do. While Lola was running a pair of scissors up and down her legs (no judgment), Beatrice was getting the tank aimed and ready.
Beatrice nodded.
"Try not to die too soon, cowboy," she said, her own way of saying
good luck. But she doubted that Gavin would need it. While she didn't agree with him on more emotional and spiritual aspects of the job, she didn't doubt his capability to kill. She cracked her knuckles and rolled her wrists, knowing that with each second, they got a little bit closer to all out carnage. Her mood dampened for a moment. Ryan would have loved this. And James - she wasn't too sure anymore. Yesterday, she would have been certain he would be against this. But overnight, something had come over him. He had changed.
He had gotten blood on his hands. And he had been willing to bloody them a little bit more. She couldn't help but wonder if James really
had changed - or if he had always been that way.
Tiffany Lyle and Jack Hudson
Location: Walking Towards Arnco Mills
Skills: Survival, Athletics, Knife
Jack paused where he was, noticing how Tiffany was lagging behind. His experience told him that she could go maybe another ten minutes if she didn't have a break. He frowned slightly, glancing around at their surroundings to keep an eye out for walkers. They didn't seem to be in too terrible a predicament at the moment. Most of the walkers were headed towards Newnan still with all of the noise. As long as they stayed quiet, they should be fine for a few minutes. A five minute break seemed to be just the thing that Tiffany needed as well - physically. As far as he could tell, she seemed to be doing fine emotionally.
"We can take a breathah for a few minutes," Jack offered quietly, careful not to raise his voice too much just in case.
"You should drink some watah, if you got any on yah," he then added. Stamina was going to be critical if they were going to make it to the bug out point.
Tiffany was indeed doing fine mentally. Despite their situation, her thoughts were not heading to dark territory. In fact, she could have rolled out a picnic blanket right then and there. She didn't think anything was around them and they were safe for now. However, as she sat down on a nearby log, she did so quietly. Lord knows a branch breaking just the right way would attract a whole fricken' horde.
"I don't have any water. I lost it all in the fire and the chaos." She was a bit thirsty, but a quick break would hopefully put her on the right track and they could get moving soon.
"Yeah, well...Lot was goin' on. Don't blame yah for losin' it," Jack said, though he knew that they'd be in desperate need for supplies. Yet neither of them had been in the best mental shape when leaving Newnan - he had started screaming Pudding and spinning Tiffany around like a rag doll, after all, from what he could recall. His own bug out bag had been lost somewhere in all of the chaos, but thankfully, they knew their destination. Once there, if they were lucky, they could resupply once more - and try not to lose their minds this time. Fortunately the coast seemed to be clear for now.
"Feeling any bettah?" If it was a snake, it would have bit yah! It was one of his mother's favorite things to say when he was a child, inevitably tearing apart the house over a shoe or a coat that he couldn't find. It would always end up having been right in front of him. Now, Jack
thought he had grown out of the habit, but apparently the 5 year old boy in him came forth with a vengeance. As he kept an eye out on their immediate surroundings, there was a walker not less than ten feet away. But his eyes simply skipped right past it.
Seven feet away - nope, still didn't see it. His mother was likely rolling over in her grave right now - if someone ever gave her a grave, that is. It was far more likely that she was shambling around in the general vicinity of the Chicago airport still. The walker was five feet away and Jack had a funny feeling that there might have been something he overlooked. Another glance, with the walker less than five feet away - it was closing in on three feet - and he finally saw it.
This is why he'd never make it as a Southie.
"Tiff! Look alive!" Jack called out by instinct, not even realizing the almost unfortunate turn of phrase.
Tiffany was a bit distracted, given all that happened. She hadn't noticed the walker coming and could kick herself for not being more aware. Thankfully, she had a minute to rest. At Jack's shout, she looked up to see it coming near. She took out her knife and stood up, quickly heading over to Jack and stabbing it through the ear, killing it instantly. She pulled the knife back out and pushed the walker back as it fell with a flop.
"I feel fine, but we should keep moving. I can rest better once we are in a safer place." Jack hesitated for a bit before nodding. They didn't have much daylight left by his estimation and they couldn't afford to stay out in the open overnight. He kept on moving, having the goal of making it to Duncan Street. As he walked, he kept an eye on the general surroundings, hoping that no more walkers would be coming their way. Instead, while he made it to the road, he couldn't help but notice that TIffany was lagging behind -
again. He let out a bit of a sigh. They couldn't keep this up all day - this walking for a few minutes, pausing, stabbing a walker, and then repeating the cycle.
"Tiff...We gotta keep on movin'," Jack said, trying his best to be encouraging.
"Is it physical or mental that's keepin' you laggin' a bit behind?" he then asked.
Tiffany hated being a burden, but what would one expect? With all the crap they dealt with, of course she would be tired.
"Little bit of column A, little bit of column B. I can also deal without the sighing. We're both tired. Keep moving. We'll get there soon." Unbeknownst to Tiffany, a Walker had its eyes set on her. It followed slowly as the snow made it harder for it to catch up, luckily for her. Once they hit the road, the Walker sprang out of the forest. However, a snow pileup in the branches nearby made it weak and it broke off with a loud crack. The Walker, directly underneath it, wasn't too thrilled as it lodged itself through its head. It cried out. Tiffany looked back at this.
'Holy shit, that could have been me..." She was dead tired, but she urged herself to keep going.
Jack's eyes widened as he saw the impalement of the walker. That really could have been Tiffany, had she been a second slower. And while he never was the best at math, he figured that they couldn't reach Arnco Mills at this rate, even if everything went perfectly, before nightfall. They'd need to find a car to even have a chance at this point. There was about an hour of daylight left. His eyes then flickered over towards the walkers in front of them. For the moment, they seemed to be relatively harmless.
"Okay. Let's put these sons of bitches down and see if we can find a cah. If not, we camp in one of these buildings for the night. Sound good?" Jack asked.
Tiffany nodded her approval. The quicker they dealt with the minor threat, the quicker they could find transportation or a safe place to rest. There were plenty of cars around, so hopefully one worked. Tiffany drew her knife again and made her way to the closest Walker. She swung her knife, but miscalculated her charge and dug into its shoulders, falling forward. She tried to get her hand free, but it was caught in the Walker's collarbone.
"I'm stuck! Damn thing..." Jack pulled his knife, moving forward in an attempt to skewer the walker that was on top of Tiffany without harming her. Instead, he missed in his swing, nearly nicking Tiffany. The momentum caused him to fall forward, forming a Newnan-Walker-Newnan sandwich as his full weight went down, causing the walker's neck to snap. He accidentally crushed its skull into the pavement beside Tiffany's head by some lucky accident. The last woman he had been on top of had been his wife - so needless to say, the entire situation was awkward.
"Uh, sorry 'bout that..." Jack apologized.
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