Robert - Haywood - Daniel/Shannon/Emma/Valentina/Rob
Once the child attempted to escape her situation, a sudden thud of the end of a rifle prevented her. She fell back onto the tan carpet of the entire apartment. Rob, one of Haywood's new tenants was standing at the window. He had been the one who prevented the little thief from leaving. Rob had joined just before the raid began three weeks ago. Though he was very strange, he ended up being quite helpful in the front lines. Rob had seen Robert Dalton's rant when he found out that Daniel did not take Tyler down. He was one of the tenants who knew the truth behind raid. But he never declared whose side he was on, if he stood by Robert, or if he also accepted Daniel as the new leader of Haywood.
"Nice work Rob" Robert called out to the man. He had been scheduled to patrol Haywood and keep the gates safe. "Get in here and take the child to the infirmary" he commanded, looking at Daniel as he did so. He wanted to show that he still had power in this community. "Now, I need to speak to you Daniel.............Alone" he said, exiting the man's quarters. "Shannon. Emma" he nodded, showing respect to the two. He obviously didn't care much for the child that infiltrated Haywood gates, but he would also bring that up once he spoke to Daniel in private. Robert then waited for Daniel to follow him, standing outside his apartment, arms crossed. In the meantime, he watched as the gates opened and Anthony and a group of men drove away. Their task was to find supplies and necessities. But not only that, they were told to help any survivors they found on their search. This was what Robert wanted to speak about with Daniel. Once the man took office, Haywood's population rose by about ten people. That would create a supply shortage and even more issues. All this added feud between the men, though Daniel was yet not aware of it.
Floyd - Woods - Jess
Suddenly his fist started to knock on the home's door, but there was no response. Floyd turned to the window, staring into it in attempt to catch any walkers or survivors. Without seeing anything, he returned to the door and turned the doorknob which was very odd. Slowly he opened the door, peeking into the home as the creak echoed through the empty home. The outside was a little dirty, but the inside was completely purified. The walls where as white as pre-picked cotton. "Anybody in here?" Floyd called out, knocking on the wall to call out whatever may lay inside the home walls. It was a two story home, but Floyd decided that since nothing responded to his call, there was no time to waste on going upstairs. The redneck proceeded by going into the kitchen. He checked every counter and could see they were stocked with appliances and such. When he opened the fridge, there was nothing inside. He turned to the cabinets, opening them up as quickly as possible. Forks, spoons, knives, can-openers, etc. Then to the cabinets attached to the walls. When he opened the first one, he couldn't believe it. Canned food lay inside that particular cabinet, it was completely full. He stared at the fruit, the spam, the vegetables, tuna, beans, and everything else.
He started to fill up the backpack the had found three days ago. He had went on a supply run near a convenience store where he found a corpse completely tore to pieces. He had a bad with a couple of helpful supplies. He had a flashlight that worked, brass knuckles, a tactical axe, and a couple of water bottles along with can food as well. But anyhow, as Floyd started to fill up his bag, he heard a noise upstairs. He quickly took a defensive pose, crouching slightly and pulling our that very axe he took from the dead guy. Slowly he moved out of the kitchen, cautious as he turned at every hallway intersection. He pushed himself towards the wall as he walked up the stairs. His footsteps made a faint noise as he rose up to the second floor. The noise continued, something flapping in the nearby room.
Floyd picked his axe and prepared to strike. He turned the knob to the room and opened it up slowly. He peeked into it with his axe first, then this entire body. As he turned to the noise, he quickly forced himself to strike, but froze. It was a crow, its wing stuck between the window and its frame. It seemed that it somehow got into the home, but as it attempted to leave, the window shut on its wing. But since the crow was stuck and helpless, Floyd quickly continued with his arm swing. He swung his axe and cut the crow nearly in half. Then he used the sheets from the bed in the room and covered up the entire crow as he threw it into the bag. "That's dinner" he told himself as he started to exit the home. As he walked back to the camp, he couldn't help but look back at the home. It was empty and clean, it looked nice, not a single walker in sight. He wasn't sure if anybody still inhabited it, it could make for a better camp than the two had now.
It took about thirty or forty minutes for Floyd to return to the camp. "I'm back" Floyd called out in order to prevent Jess from freaking out. He threw his bad near the fire before he sat right beside it. He un-zipped the backpack and pulled out that cut-in-half crow, placing it on his other side. "Here" he said, pulling out a can of 100% juice pineapple chunks and tossing it towards the girl. "Look, I found all this at this house just down the path" Floyd added, revealing everything inside the backpack to her. "I was thinkin we could stay there for a while, at least until we have to move on again."
"It's only a thirty minute walk form here, If we head out now, we could get there way before sundown" he added as he stood up and walked up towards the boiled water. Cautiously he dipped the water bottle into the pot. The water slowly got into the bottle, but without taking enough precaution, Floyd burned his knuckles, causing the man to jump back and curse. "F*ck!" he said, wrapping his fist with his own shirt. "Dammit" he growled as he started to bite down on his other hand to refrain from feeling the burn. It was a trick he learned on his own after experiencing unnecessary abuse by both mother and father. The reason he is so distant from people was due to their abusive behavior, turning to beat him when they had problems. If they were in a bad mood, they would take that anger out on Floyd, something he learned to live with. If he could have left when it started he would have, but understood that he couldn't survive on his own at the time. It was unfortunate for him, but it was in the past. Now he could take care of himself, so he didn't take any shit from anyone.
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Robert - Haywood - Emma/Daniel/Shannon/Valentina
As Robert continued down the path towards Daniel's quarters, he ran into Emma leaving the infirmary. He waited for her to reach him before he started to speak, he wanted to show respect, though in his eyes, she did not deserve any. She was of the same blood as the traitor who now ran the city. In all honestly, the two never really had the chance to meet, never did they speak, they didn't have a reason to. But as of now, if he blew her off, he'd most likely reveal that hate he had for the Crowe family. "You must be Emma" Robert started. "I've heard a lot about you" he lied.
The two seemed to be going the same way, therefore Robert decided to walk alongside her. "Your brother Daniel, he is a good man. I'm sure he told you all about what happened that day. The day he rescued you. Tis' good to see you're doing well. I heard you were injured in the crossfire. You were fortunate O'Conner found you when he did. All our men do everything they can for helpless survivors. Haywood was created for that purpose" Robert continued as they got closer to Daniel's quarters. "Do you feel safe here? Do you believe your brother is the correct man to be accountable for all these people?" Robert asked, not looking at her but where they were headed. When he asked that, the smile he had on his face before completely faded. But before she could answer, Robert entered Daniel's premises without knocking, since the door was open and all.
"Daniel!" Robert called out as he went deeper into the apartment. "Where are yo-" he was about to ask before the answer revealed itself before him. They were in the kitchen and it seemed they were not alone. At first Robert believed the being on the floor to be an animal of some kind, but a closer look revealed it to be a little girl. "Who is that?" Robert asked Shannon, noticing the child had a small revolver pointed at them. In defense, Robert held the grip of his sidearm, prepared to pull it out if shots were fired. "Put the gun down kid, you do not want to do something you will regret." For a second, Robert wanted the girl to shoot, he wanted her to hit Daniel. Robert pulled his hand away from his weapon as his breath became quite dilated. He desired her to shoot at this point, but could not allow that desire to be evident. "Put the gun down kid, we've got you surrounded" Robert added to reason with the girl. "We will not hurt you. Put the gun down and it'll all be over. We are a community of survivors, we will take care of you no doubt. Just put it down now. My name is Robert, yours?" he said, trying to calm the already amped up child.
As Robert continued down the path towards Daniel's quarters, he ran into Emma leaving the infirmary. He waited for her to reach him before he started to speak, he wanted to show respect, though in his eyes, she did not deserve any. She was of the same blood as the traitor who now ran the city. In all honestly, the two never really had the chance to meet, never did they speak, they didn't have a reason to. But as of now, if he blew her off, he'd most likely reveal that hate he had for the Crowe family. "You must be Emma" Robert started. "I've heard a lot about you" he lied.
The two seemed to be going the same way, therefore Robert decided to walk alongside her. "Your brother Daniel, he is a good man. I'm sure he told you all about what happened that day. The day he rescued you. Tis' good to see you're doing well. I heard you were injured in the crossfire. You were fortunate O'Conner found you when he did. All our men do everything they can for helpless survivors. Haywood was created for that purpose" Robert continued as they got closer to Daniel's quarters. "Do you feel safe here? Do you believe your brother is the correct man to be accountable for all these people?" Robert asked, not looking at her but where they were headed. When he asked that, the smile he had on his face before completely faded. But before she could answer, Robert entered Daniel's premises without knocking, since the door was open and all.
"Daniel!" Robert called out as he went deeper into the apartment. "Where are yo-" he was about to ask before the answer revealed itself before him. They were in the kitchen and it seemed they were not alone. At first Robert believed the being on the floor to be an animal of some kind, but a closer look revealed it to be a little girl. "Who is that?" Robert asked Shannon, noticing the child had a small revolver pointed at them. In defense, Robert held the grip of his sidearm, prepared to pull it out if shots were fired. "Put the gun down kid, you do not want to do something you will regret." For a second, Robert wanted the girl to shoot, he wanted her to hit Daniel. Robert pulled his hand away from his weapon as his breath became quite dilated. He desired her to shoot at this point, but could not allow that desire to be evident. "Put the gun down kid, we've got you surrounded" Robert added to reason with the girl. "We will not hurt you. Put the gun down and it'll all be over. We are a community of survivors, we will take care of you no doubt. Just put it down now. My name is Robert, yours?" he said, trying to calm the already amped up child.
Robert Dalton - Haywood
"You need to stop Robert, it ain't good for you to drink this much man" Anthony said, putting his hand on Robert's shoulder in attempt to stop him. They were the only two people in the mess hall at this point, everyone else was working or doing the tasks that were assigned to them. "We need to head out anyway. We were scheduled to scavenge today remember?"
"Allow me to drink in solitude Anthony. I never bother you in time of grief" Robert started.
"It's not the same man. C'mon, lets just get out of here and get on the road" Anthony exclaimed, trying to push Robert to listen.
Robert quickly stood up and pushed Anthony to the wooden ground. "I said! Let me be be!!" he yelled at him with a low-toned growl. Anthony stood up from the aggressive attack and stared Robert down, his hand on the grip of his pistol. "Robert, it ain't like it was before!" Anthony yelled at him, raising his gun to the man's head. Anthony was about five foot ten inches, just a tad shorter than Robert who stood six-foot one. Robert also raised his gun, pointing it at Anthony. "Pull the trigger kid, this will be your only chance" Robert announced, his veins popping form his forearms. The man seemed more muscular than usual, as though he'd put on a few more pounds of mass. Soon enough, Anthony lowered his gun and placed it back into the crest of his pants. His tight belt kept the gun steady and firm. "Look at us man, fighting one another in a situation like this. It ain't each other we should be fighting dammit! I'm trying to survive here, maybe you should shift your anger to the man who took this city from you, not towards me man! He failed all of us, I know. But I ain't about to go out there and kill'em. You're better than this Robert. Soon enough you'll regain your position man, you just gotta be patient" Anthony said, trying to reason with the man.
"Patience? I no longer seek patience. I seek justice. That man, he entered our city as though a hero-" Robert said, cut off by Anthony.
"Yeah! And that's your own fault dammit! You have this enact man, you just spread us thinner and thinner. You've got everyone against you, looking up to that guy, that Daniel guy. Where the fuck did he come from huh? He just showed up and took everything from you! And its YOUR OWN FAULT!!" he yelled at Robert. "You want Haywood back? Take it! Tell them the truth about Daniel. Tell them he didn't kill Tyler. Tell them he got six of our guys killed! Tell them man!"
"I cannot. If I do such thing they will hate me even more. They will call me a liar. They will see my purpose to be the same as Levi's, to gain power. I do not seek power Anthony, I seek survival. I want to give all these people a chance. I will continue standing beside Daniel until the time comes where I can no longer do it. There will be a time where he slips, I know there will. He is nowhere near perfect, he is imperfection itself. My people will seek for my guidance one again, but in due time. I cannot push for power or else I will turn into Levi, that is not what I desire."
"Right, but if you don't do nuthin now, then it'll be too late. Quit drinking yourself to death and do something!" Anthony continued.
"Do not push my hand kid. I already told you that I will regain my position in my community, so shut it. What the hell do you know about running a place of this multitude? Nothing. And you remember I am your superior, you are not mine, so never speak to me like you have today understood?"
As those final words came out of Robert's mouth, Anthony made his way towards the mess hall exit. "Psh. You're my superior? That's funny, I thought the town decided Daniel was in charge" he said, starting to leave. "I'm tellin' you man, act soon before you lose all of your supporter, cuz then you've got nothing" he said, leaving Robert's sight and putting on his cap.
And with that, Robert was in his desired solitude. He took his cup of vodka and smashed it against the hard floor. His breathing was irregular because of his anger. He put his hands to his face and wiped away all that emotion as he attempted to calm down. Then he headed towards the exit, leaving the mess hall as it was as he started roaming the streets. Anthony had been waiting outside of the mess hall for Robert. "Have Johnson take my place in the scavenging mission, I have business to settle" Robert commanded. Anthony raised a brow before nodding and going on his way. Robert then started towards Daniel's room.
"You need to stop Robert, it ain't good for you to drink this much man" Anthony said, putting his hand on Robert's shoulder in attempt to stop him. They were the only two people in the mess hall at this point, everyone else was working or doing the tasks that were assigned to them. "We need to head out anyway. We were scheduled to scavenge today remember?"
"Allow me to drink in solitude Anthony. I never bother you in time of grief" Robert started.
"It's not the same man. C'mon, lets just get out of here and get on the road" Anthony exclaimed, trying to push Robert to listen.
Robert quickly stood up and pushed Anthony to the wooden ground. "I said! Let me be be!!" he yelled at him with a low-toned growl. Anthony stood up from the aggressive attack and stared Robert down, his hand on the grip of his pistol. "Robert, it ain't like it was before!" Anthony yelled at him, raising his gun to the man's head. Anthony was about five foot ten inches, just a tad shorter than Robert who stood six-foot one. Robert also raised his gun, pointing it at Anthony. "Pull the trigger kid, this will be your only chance" Robert announced, his veins popping form his forearms. The man seemed more muscular than usual, as though he'd put on a few more pounds of mass. Soon enough, Anthony lowered his gun and placed it back into the crest of his pants. His tight belt kept the gun steady and firm. "Look at us man, fighting one another in a situation like this. It ain't each other we should be fighting dammit! I'm trying to survive here, maybe you should shift your anger to the man who took this city from you, not towards me man! He failed all of us, I know. But I ain't about to go out there and kill'em. You're better than this Robert. Soon enough you'll regain your position man, you just gotta be patient" Anthony said, trying to reason with the man.
"Patience? I no longer seek patience. I seek justice. That man, he entered our city as though a hero-" Robert said, cut off by Anthony.
"Yeah! And that's your own fault dammit! You have this enact man, you just spread us thinner and thinner. You've got everyone against you, looking up to that guy, that Daniel guy. Where the fuck did he come from huh? He just showed up and took everything from you! And its YOUR OWN FAULT!!" he yelled at Robert. "You want Haywood back? Take it! Tell them the truth about Daniel. Tell them he didn't kill Tyler. Tell them he got six of our guys killed! Tell them man!"
"I cannot. If I do such thing they will hate me even more. They will call me a liar. They will see my purpose to be the same as Levi's, to gain power. I do not seek power Anthony, I seek survival. I want to give all these people a chance. I will continue standing beside Daniel until the time comes where I can no longer do it. There will be a time where he slips, I know there will. He is nowhere near perfect, he is imperfection itself. My people will seek for my guidance one again, but in due time. I cannot push for power or else I will turn into Levi, that is not what I desire."
"Right, but if you don't do nuthin now, then it'll be too late. Quit drinking yourself to death and do something!" Anthony continued.
"Do not push my hand kid. I already told you that I will regain my position in my community, so shut it. What the hell do you know about running a place of this multitude? Nothing. And you remember I am your superior, you are not mine, so never speak to me like you have today understood?"
As those final words came out of Robert's mouth, Anthony made his way towards the mess hall exit. "Psh. You're my superior? That's funny, I thought the town decided Daniel was in charge" he said, starting to leave. "I'm tellin' you man, act soon before you lose all of your supporter, cuz then you've got nothing" he said, leaving Robert's sight and putting on his cap.
And with that, Robert was in his desired solitude. He took his cup of vodka and smashed it against the hard floor. His breathing was irregular because of his anger. He put his hands to his face and wiped away all that emotion as he attempted to calm down. Then he headed towards the exit, leaving the mess hall as it was as he started roaming the streets. Anthony had been waiting outside of the mess hall for Robert. "Have Johnson take my place in the scavenging mission, I have business to settle" Robert commanded. Anthony raised a brow before nodding and going on his way. Robert then started towards Daniel's room.
Darkraven said
There's simply no point in redoing my CS if I'm migrating my character over. It took me hours to work everything out...Also, aren't CSes pretty much mandatory in a successful high casual RP such as this?
Yes, character sheets are mandatory, regardless if one had posted their character in the season one OCC or not. Everyone must post their character sheets to be accepted, there will be no leeway for that.
Floyd - Woods - Jess
"Don't worry about me, ya need it more than me" Floyd answered. She wanted to hand him the water bottle, share what he'd given her, but Floyd rejected it. He gave her the water because he cared about the child and about her. She obviously needed twice the care of a regular person, which was a problem at this point, but couldn't be neglected. Floyd was there and now he had to battle this burden, he had no other choice. Well, he had a choice, but he had already made one, one that meant he'd take care of this girl and her unborn child.
When she started sharing her experience at Haywood, Floyd's nerves became startled. He remembered their first encounter and her story about the child's father. How the man basically violated her for mere pleasure, then leaving her to die. From memory, Floyd remembered that Lynn was the one who took her after she was left in solitude, saving her life. The woman was a total bitch, but in the long-run she was the reason Jess was siting before him. She saved Jess and her child for who knows how long. Jess continued by telling Floyd of Eli's death, the man who kidnapped her in the first place. She added that he attempted to help her, stating him to be a good man. "There aren't good men out there girl, get that through ya head" Floyd told her in response to that. He said it calmly in order not to strike her as aggressive. He just didn't understand her way of thinking, it was strange and different in his eyes.
Suddenly, after her story telling came to a halt, Jess started to move towards Floyd. The redneck felt uneasy at her sudden approach, feeling nervous and hot. Every little lunge made his eyes widen little by little. He felt himself shake as she started to lay down, he could see everything in slow motion. Her hair fell down to the ground as her head slowly lowered onto his leg. Without any further ado, her head now lay next to his leg, if not on it. His leg felt hot, her tender swaying hair blowing slightly through the wind. He stared at the back of her head, the slowly stared her down completely. "Don't leave me" the girl said. That little comment made Floyd feel uneasy. He wished he could answer her, telling her he'd never leave, that they'd never get separated, that he'd always find her, but that wasn't the case. Floyd started to reach out to place his hand on her head, he desired the contact as well, the warmth. But as he became a finger away from her, he pulled away, not saying a word. He didn't tell her he wouldn't leave, he didn't tell her everything would be alright, he couldn't.
Robert - Outside the Catacombs
The firing had halted, everything seemed to have ended as the catacombs resumed their crumbling. Not a single Haywood casualty outside of the catacomb entrance, Robert made sure of that. He had played every piece correctly on his end, he just hadn't heard from Daniel's group yet. Raiders covered the entire field, blood swamps forming form the excess amount of gore. It was a gruesome view for those with weak stomachs, but Robert had seen worse than this. The men he was commanding started to shoot a bullet into the heads of every corpse. "BANG! BANG!" This made sure that the dead wouldn't come back to life. It was determined that everyone was infected, whomever died, bitten or not, would come back as one of those mindless walkers. Therefore, to prevent such a horror, they'd have to puncture the brain, which prevented them from returning. But as the soldiers made their rounds, they witnessed one of the raiders remained alive. He had been shot in the thigh, making him incapable of retreating. "Robert! There's one still breathing" one of the Haywood men called out.
Robert started down towards the man. He walked over the bodies, making sure he didn't step on them. Though they were the enemy, they had been soldiers. Soldiers were to be respected regardless whose side they were one. The muscular man looked terrifying, his shoulders were wide and his traps completely built. The raider's eyes widened as Robert blocked the sun from his flesh. He was like living eclipse, born to eradicate the light and bring nothing but darkness to the wrong. "You try to flee as your brothers die?" Robert started, the other Haywood soldier backing off. Robert picked up the living raider just to throw him down again. The Haywood men stood and watched as their commanding officer toyed with the pirate. "You raiders are weak, fighting for your personal goals rather than the groups. At Haywood we are family. We are brothers, tied together by fate. Here you lay in the sacred ground watered with the tears of blood. Blood gushed from your own brothers yet you attempt to flee as though they mean nothing to you. Have you now shame?" Robert asked, once again picking the man up from the ground. This time, he held him up with one arm. "You think yourself above them? These men sacrifice their lives for your leader, yet here you stand as though you are an exclusion. Do you feel as though you are better? Do you feel superior?"
"......I-I don-don't know. I just-just wanna live.....Please! I beg you! Don't ki-"
"Bang!"
The shot rang aloud, echoing not only through the surface, but also into the pits of the underground prison. The raider fell with a thump, his body clashing hard against the sands. "Today we've proven ourselves at the top of the food chain. We are no longer prisoners to our desires, we are no longer slaves nor gladiators. We are no longer tied to the chains of aspiration. Today we are free men. From this day we will continue being free, no one will stand in our way. For Haywood!" Robert yelled, holding his hand high in the sky as his men followed by example.
"For Haywood! For Haywood!" they chanted.
Suddenly, everything was interrupted by the sound of a talkie. The buzz stopped everyone from chanting the name of their city. It seemed that Daniel had saved his sister from the cells, freeing her from her capture. But that was all that was transmitted. Quickly, Robert unstrapped his walkie-talkie from his belt and pressed the button to transmit. "Repeat" he growled. And O'Conner repeated the information. This made Robert go into a state of rage, angered by the outcome of Daniel's attack. "The purpose of their infiltration was to kill Tyler, did they succeed?" he asked O'Conner via talkie. Before they even got to the catacombs he had told Daniel that his men came first, that their mission was to take down the man who had created an empire in this world. They were suppose to target a mass murderer, a slave holder, a monster. Instead, Daniel, a high ranked military man decided to implement his own plan. He used the Haywood men to save one rather than possibly hundreds. "How many casualties O'Conner? Repeat: How many casualties?" Robert asked. His concern was his men, not the girl. He could care less for the life of one, when the life of ten lay on the line. This was unacceptable from Daniel's part and he would be dealt with accordingly. "Everyone, return to Haywood" he commanded, giving his last word before parting out. The war had ended, it was time for a new beginning, but first there were things to be fixed.
"Don't worry about me, ya need it more than me" Floyd answered. She wanted to hand him the water bottle, share what he'd given her, but Floyd rejected it. He gave her the water because he cared about the child and about her. She obviously needed twice the care of a regular person, which was a problem at this point, but couldn't be neglected. Floyd was there and now he had to battle this burden, he had no other choice. Well, he had a choice, but he had already made one, one that meant he'd take care of this girl and her unborn child.
When she started sharing her experience at Haywood, Floyd's nerves became startled. He remembered their first encounter and her story about the child's father. How the man basically violated her for mere pleasure, then leaving her to die. From memory, Floyd remembered that Lynn was the one who took her after she was left in solitude, saving her life. The woman was a total bitch, but in the long-run she was the reason Jess was siting before him. She saved Jess and her child for who knows how long. Jess continued by telling Floyd of Eli's death, the man who kidnapped her in the first place. She added that he attempted to help her, stating him to be a good man. "There aren't good men out there girl, get that through ya head" Floyd told her in response to that. He said it calmly in order not to strike her as aggressive. He just didn't understand her way of thinking, it was strange and different in his eyes.
Suddenly, after her story telling came to a halt, Jess started to move towards Floyd. The redneck felt uneasy at her sudden approach, feeling nervous and hot. Every little lunge made his eyes widen little by little. He felt himself shake as she started to lay down, he could see everything in slow motion. Her hair fell down to the ground as her head slowly lowered onto his leg. Without any further ado, her head now lay next to his leg, if not on it. His leg felt hot, her tender swaying hair blowing slightly through the wind. He stared at the back of her head, the slowly stared her down completely. "Don't leave me" the girl said. That little comment made Floyd feel uneasy. He wished he could answer her, telling her he'd never leave, that they'd never get separated, that he'd always find her, but that wasn't the case. Floyd started to reach out to place his hand on her head, he desired the contact as well, the warmth. But as he became a finger away from her, he pulled away, not saying a word. He didn't tell her he wouldn't leave, he didn't tell her everything would be alright, he couldn't.
Robert - Outside the Catacombs
The firing had halted, everything seemed to have ended as the catacombs resumed their crumbling. Not a single Haywood casualty outside of the catacomb entrance, Robert made sure of that. He had played every piece correctly on his end, he just hadn't heard from Daniel's group yet. Raiders covered the entire field, blood swamps forming form the excess amount of gore. It was a gruesome view for those with weak stomachs, but Robert had seen worse than this. The men he was commanding started to shoot a bullet into the heads of every corpse. "BANG! BANG!" This made sure that the dead wouldn't come back to life. It was determined that everyone was infected, whomever died, bitten or not, would come back as one of those mindless walkers. Therefore, to prevent such a horror, they'd have to puncture the brain, which prevented them from returning. But as the soldiers made their rounds, they witnessed one of the raiders remained alive. He had been shot in the thigh, making him incapable of retreating. "Robert! There's one still breathing" one of the Haywood men called out.
Robert started down towards the man. He walked over the bodies, making sure he didn't step on them. Though they were the enemy, they had been soldiers. Soldiers were to be respected regardless whose side they were one. The muscular man looked terrifying, his shoulders were wide and his traps completely built. The raider's eyes widened as Robert blocked the sun from his flesh. He was like living eclipse, born to eradicate the light and bring nothing but darkness to the wrong. "You try to flee as your brothers die?" Robert started, the other Haywood soldier backing off. Robert picked up the living raider just to throw him down again. The Haywood men stood and watched as their commanding officer toyed with the pirate. "You raiders are weak, fighting for your personal goals rather than the groups. At Haywood we are family. We are brothers, tied together by fate. Here you lay in the sacred ground watered with the tears of blood. Blood gushed from your own brothers yet you attempt to flee as though they mean nothing to you. Have you now shame?" Robert asked, once again picking the man up from the ground. This time, he held him up with one arm. "You think yourself above them? These men sacrifice their lives for your leader, yet here you stand as though you are an exclusion. Do you feel as though you are better? Do you feel superior?"
"......I-I don-don't know. I just-just wanna live.....Please! I beg you! Don't ki-"
"Bang!"
The shot rang aloud, echoing not only through the surface, but also into the pits of the underground prison. The raider fell with a thump, his body clashing hard against the sands. "Today we've proven ourselves at the top of the food chain. We are no longer prisoners to our desires, we are no longer slaves nor gladiators. We are no longer tied to the chains of aspiration. Today we are free men. From this day we will continue being free, no one will stand in our way. For Haywood!" Robert yelled, holding his hand high in the sky as his men followed by example.
"For Haywood! For Haywood!" they chanted.
Suddenly, everything was interrupted by the sound of a talkie. The buzz stopped everyone from chanting the name of their city. It seemed that Daniel had saved his sister from the cells, freeing her from her capture. But that was all that was transmitted. Quickly, Robert unstrapped his walkie-talkie from his belt and pressed the button to transmit. "Repeat" he growled. And O'Conner repeated the information. This made Robert go into a state of rage, angered by the outcome of Daniel's attack. "The purpose of their infiltration was to kill Tyler, did they succeed?" he asked O'Conner via talkie. Before they even got to the catacombs he had told Daniel that his men came first, that their mission was to take down the man who had created an empire in this world. They were suppose to target a mass murderer, a slave holder, a monster. Instead, Daniel, a high ranked military man decided to implement his own plan. He used the Haywood men to save one rather than possibly hundreds. "How many casualties O'Conner? Repeat: How many casualties?" Robert asked. His concern was his men, not the girl. He could care less for the life of one, when the life of ten lay on the line. This was unacceptable from Daniel's part and he would be dealt with accordingly. "Everyone, return to Haywood" he commanded, giving his last word before parting out. The war had ended, it was time for a new beginning, but first there were things to be fixed.
Floyd - Woods - Jess
She looked extremely tired, as though that path had done her wrong. But every time he'd turn, she would give him a smile, obviously fake. Floyd didn't say anything though, he didn't want her to feel wrong for making him worry. Even though their situation was bad, Floyd was going to continue fighting to survive. He turned to his jacket when she asked about a water source. He bit the side of his lip as if questioning a decision. Then with a hurried stand, he started for it. He picked it up and opened up one of its pockets. Out of it, he pulled out one of those 8 fl.oz. water bottles. "I took it when that kid showed me around the catacombs" he said, tossing the water bottle towards Jess. "It isn't much, but it'll have to do for now" he added. He'd given her the water before regretting the decision of drinking it himself. He put her before himself because of that child living in her stomach. She needed more than him, more food, more water, more overall care.
He then started to collect some branches of wood that lay all over the ground. Bark and lumber were also useful to start a fire, so Floyd stripped that from the trees around them. Carrying all that nature, he started working on getting the fire started. He used some of the birch bark which was a very delicate fiber which would easily catch fire to begin the process. He removed his boots and started to carve out the leather from the toe of the boot. Underneath all the leather, there was steel. The steel toed boots would make it easy to create a spark when razed against his blade. With a thrust of his knife against the boot, a spark started, causing the birch fiber to light up a bit. He did it again, the light getting brighter. He moved the birch bark and placed it within the branches and lumber he had collected. Floyd then laid on the ground and started blowing softly into the fire, making it rise. Afterwards, the redneck sat across Jess as if building a fire was just a daily routine for him - which it actually was.
"Don't get rid of that bottle, I'll need it to get ya more water later" he said, turning to the ground as he played with a small stick. He just sat there silently, the sound of wilderness echoing behind them. He felt back at home, though he didn't want to go back. In an odd way, this new life on the road was much better than what he had before. Though he's experienced many hardships, hardships a regular person should never experience, these hardships have made him feel really alive. He's been raised to survive, that's exactly what he's doing now. Though in this case, he's no longer fighting for his own survival, but for the girl and her child's. When that thought came to mind, he actually turned to look at her. Watching her over the flame made her shine; it was as though she was completely cleansed of everything. He wanted to turn away, but he'd never experience what he was experiencing at that moment. It was a new emotion, unnamed and not understood. His knee rose along with his arm. He placed his elbow on his knee and placed his knuckles on his lips, all while playing with that stick. It was peaceful, very quite and it felt nice being back home. "I'll set up some traps later to catch us sum dinner" he said, breaking away from that silence. Floyd didn't say much, he believed in that saying - actions speak louder than words.
She looked extremely tired, as though that path had done her wrong. But every time he'd turn, she would give him a smile, obviously fake. Floyd didn't say anything though, he didn't want her to feel wrong for making him worry. Even though their situation was bad, Floyd was going to continue fighting to survive. He turned to his jacket when she asked about a water source. He bit the side of his lip as if questioning a decision. Then with a hurried stand, he started for it. He picked it up and opened up one of its pockets. Out of it, he pulled out one of those 8 fl.oz. water bottles. "I took it when that kid showed me around the catacombs" he said, tossing the water bottle towards Jess. "It isn't much, but it'll have to do for now" he added. He'd given her the water before regretting the decision of drinking it himself. He put her before himself because of that child living in her stomach. She needed more than him, more food, more water, more overall care.
He then started to collect some branches of wood that lay all over the ground. Bark and lumber were also useful to start a fire, so Floyd stripped that from the trees around them. Carrying all that nature, he started working on getting the fire started. He used some of the birch bark which was a very delicate fiber which would easily catch fire to begin the process. He removed his boots and started to carve out the leather from the toe of the boot. Underneath all the leather, there was steel. The steel toed boots would make it easy to create a spark when razed against his blade. With a thrust of his knife against the boot, a spark started, causing the birch fiber to light up a bit. He did it again, the light getting brighter. He moved the birch bark and placed it within the branches and lumber he had collected. Floyd then laid on the ground and started blowing softly into the fire, making it rise. Afterwards, the redneck sat across Jess as if building a fire was just a daily routine for him - which it actually was.
"Don't get rid of that bottle, I'll need it to get ya more water later" he said, turning to the ground as he played with a small stick. He just sat there silently, the sound of wilderness echoing behind them. He felt back at home, though he didn't want to go back. In an odd way, this new life on the road was much better than what he had before. Though he's experienced many hardships, hardships a regular person should never experience, these hardships have made him feel really alive. He's been raised to survive, that's exactly what he's doing now. Though in this case, he's no longer fighting for his own survival, but for the girl and her child's. When that thought came to mind, he actually turned to look at her. Watching her over the flame made her shine; it was as though she was completely cleansed of everything. He wanted to turn away, but he'd never experience what he was experiencing at that moment. It was a new emotion, unnamed and not understood. His knee rose along with his arm. He placed his elbow on his knee and placed his knuckles on his lips, all while playing with that stick. It was peaceful, very quite and it felt nice being back home. "I'll set up some traps later to catch us sum dinner" he said, breaking away from that silence. Floyd didn't say much, he believed in that saying - actions speak louder than words.
Floyd - Woods - Jessalyn
The light of day completely blinded Floyd, causing nauseating discomfort. He used his free hand to block the sun's rays that personally targeted him. As he adjusted to the new luminescence, his feet began to move faster and faster. He felt Jess' weight being dragged about forcefully, but wasn't about to stop and jeopardize their escape. When they barely got out of that underground cavern, from a distance Floyd could see men shooting at each other. He could see a blaze of bullets bombarding human flesh. Not only was this new world conflict regarding man vs. walker, it still had that literary conflict of man vs. man. The bloodshed was a worthless feud between conflicting sides. If only people could understand that there were no good men in the world, then they would never even cross paths in the first place.
But as the sound of raining shells diminished, Floyd figured they were getting farther and farther from the catacombs. He turned to see Jess wiping her tears, tears of sadness and sorrow. Floyd turned before she stopped, making sure she didn't think she was worrying him - which she was. It seemed like an eternal jog that escape, running through the puzzling woods, ending up nowhere. Every crack their footsteps made echoed through the entire swamps, alerting nearby bait and predators. They had jogged for about a mile or two, quite the time consuming bolt.
Suddenly, Floyd's grip gave up, letting go of Jess as his knees started to stumble. His speed descended slowly as he came to a halt and spun to fall on his back. He collided with the greenish-yellowish grass beneath him, leaves falling from trees above him. His eyes were closed as he felt a pain on his side, the pain one feels from running too damn much. Once the pain faded along with his difficulty to breathe, he turned to see if Jess was feeling alright. For a pregnant woman, she was capable of keeping up just fine it seemed. Hopefully the child was alright though, that was what mattered the most. "You alright girl?" he said in that whispering tone of his as he sat himself up.
He looked in the direction of the firefight, trying to determine how far they got, but couldn't. All he had been thinking about was getting her out of there as quickly as possible, not focusing on direction or anything other than that. He looked to every direction as he stood, still all he had was that knife he managed to steal from the raider's armory, surely not the best weapon. In that instant, Jess' pleads to save Lynn popped up in his head. His blood began to boil, but with a slow exhale, he was able to control himself. Before speaking once again, he stood up. "We have to continue, c'mon" he nodded sideways, starting down the unsystematic path they had been traveling. The sun's rays continued to lay upon Floyd's shoulders, causing the redneck to remove his leather jacket and sweat even more than he already was. At this point, Floyd was paying more attention to where they were headed, marking trees and making sure they didn't go in circles. He turned back occasionally to make sure Jess was keeping up, but didn't turn for anything else.
Finally reaching a small swamp, Floyd stopped. "We camp out here for the night" he said aloud, throwing his jacket towards a nearby tree. He crouched down and damped his hands into the dirty water, using it to wash off impurities that covered his arms. The water wasn't drinkable, it was most likely toxic or something along those lines. Then he sat down just where he was crouching and stared into the lake, not even turning to Jess anymore. He just remained still, thinking about what their next step would be. With the swamp appearing, it mean there was most likely a bigger water source nearby, one that may be drinkable. He'd later have to build a fire and stuff, but right now he just wanted to rest a bit.
The light of day completely blinded Floyd, causing nauseating discomfort. He used his free hand to block the sun's rays that personally targeted him. As he adjusted to the new luminescence, his feet began to move faster and faster. He felt Jess' weight being dragged about forcefully, but wasn't about to stop and jeopardize their escape. When they barely got out of that underground cavern, from a distance Floyd could see men shooting at each other. He could see a blaze of bullets bombarding human flesh. Not only was this new world conflict regarding man vs. walker, it still had that literary conflict of man vs. man. The bloodshed was a worthless feud between conflicting sides. If only people could understand that there were no good men in the world, then they would never even cross paths in the first place.
But as the sound of raining shells diminished, Floyd figured they were getting farther and farther from the catacombs. He turned to see Jess wiping her tears, tears of sadness and sorrow. Floyd turned before she stopped, making sure she didn't think she was worrying him - which she was. It seemed like an eternal jog that escape, running through the puzzling woods, ending up nowhere. Every crack their footsteps made echoed through the entire swamps, alerting nearby bait and predators. They had jogged for about a mile or two, quite the time consuming bolt.
Suddenly, Floyd's grip gave up, letting go of Jess as his knees started to stumble. His speed descended slowly as he came to a halt and spun to fall on his back. He collided with the greenish-yellowish grass beneath him, leaves falling from trees above him. His eyes were closed as he felt a pain on his side, the pain one feels from running too damn much. Once the pain faded along with his difficulty to breathe, he turned to see if Jess was feeling alright. For a pregnant woman, she was capable of keeping up just fine it seemed. Hopefully the child was alright though, that was what mattered the most. "You alright girl?" he said in that whispering tone of his as he sat himself up.
He looked in the direction of the firefight, trying to determine how far they got, but couldn't. All he had been thinking about was getting her out of there as quickly as possible, not focusing on direction or anything other than that. He looked to every direction as he stood, still all he had was that knife he managed to steal from the raider's armory, surely not the best weapon. In that instant, Jess' pleads to save Lynn popped up in his head. His blood began to boil, but with a slow exhale, he was able to control himself. Before speaking once again, he stood up. "We have to continue, c'mon" he nodded sideways, starting down the unsystematic path they had been traveling. The sun's rays continued to lay upon Floyd's shoulders, causing the redneck to remove his leather jacket and sweat even more than he already was. At this point, Floyd was paying more attention to where they were headed, marking trees and making sure they didn't go in circles. He turned back occasionally to make sure Jess was keeping up, but didn't turn for anything else.
Finally reaching a small swamp, Floyd stopped. "We camp out here for the night" he said aloud, throwing his jacket towards a nearby tree. He crouched down and damped his hands into the dirty water, using it to wash off impurities that covered his arms. The water wasn't drinkable, it was most likely toxic or something along those lines. Then he sat down just where he was crouching and stared into the lake, not even turning to Jess anymore. He just remained still, thinking about what their next step would be. With the swamp appearing, it mean there was most likely a bigger water source nearby, one that may be drinkable. He'd later have to build a fire and stuff, but right now he just wanted to rest a bit.
Floyd - Catacombs - Jessalyn
As the girl embraced him suddenly, Floyd couldn't help but stumble backwards. The girl's large belly collided with Floyd's lower abs, pressing hard against them. Her arms wrapped his shoulders tight, his back flexing from the following squeeze. His own arms just dangled to his sides, he didn't want to touch her and make her feel uncomfortable. But it was ironic because it didn't seem she felt that way, especially when she kissed his cheek. All his dampness was now over her tender lips, adding a touch of condemnation to her purification. Floyd felt so close yet so far for some reason. He tried not to look into her eyes, but couldn't help but peak at them. He didn't remember her appearance, didn't realize how...........
Anyhow, as she spoke, Floyd took everything in, he owed her at least that. But when she mentioned being attacked by a certain man, Floyd noticed the marks on her neck. When she brushed his hair off his face, he forced his own hand to lift up her chin. He didn't care if she felt uncomfortable, he just had to see the marks more clearly. Once he let her be, his face turned to the ground. "I'm sorry" he whispered as he backed away slightly. "I couldn't stop them from takin you" he added, finally making eye contact with her. His eyes were red, not from tears or irritation, but from anger and rage. He was furious that he hadn't been able to protect her like her promised. Floyd lived by a code, a very particular code that her should never crack. It is difficult to explain so he never talks about it.
At the moment it wasn't time to continue thinking of what could have been because there wasn't time for that. When a large cloud of dust fell on his shoulders and moans started to arise from his left, Floyd knew it was time to snap out of it. As Jess asked about Lynn, Floyd knew there was only one way to answer her question. "I promised her I'd keep ya safe, so that's what I'm bout to do" he said in his whispering tone as he took hold of her wrist. With a tug, he started to pull her along, away from the cells that Lynn had been held captive in. He could feel restraint from Jess, but wasn't about to turn around with his decision. He knew Lynn would understand, the woman wasn't an idiot.
As the girl embraced him suddenly, Floyd couldn't help but stumble backwards. The girl's large belly collided with Floyd's lower abs, pressing hard against them. Her arms wrapped his shoulders tight, his back flexing from the following squeeze. His own arms just dangled to his sides, he didn't want to touch her and make her feel uncomfortable. But it was ironic because it didn't seem she felt that way, especially when she kissed his cheek. All his dampness was now over her tender lips, adding a touch of condemnation to her purification. Floyd felt so close yet so far for some reason. He tried not to look into her eyes, but couldn't help but peak at them. He didn't remember her appearance, didn't realize how...........
Anyhow, as she spoke, Floyd took everything in, he owed her at least that. But when she mentioned being attacked by a certain man, Floyd noticed the marks on her neck. When she brushed his hair off his face, he forced his own hand to lift up her chin. He didn't care if she felt uncomfortable, he just had to see the marks more clearly. Once he let her be, his face turned to the ground. "I'm sorry" he whispered as he backed away slightly. "I couldn't stop them from takin you" he added, finally making eye contact with her. His eyes were red, not from tears or irritation, but from anger and rage. He was furious that he hadn't been able to protect her like her promised. Floyd lived by a code, a very particular code that her should never crack. It is difficult to explain so he never talks about it.
At the moment it wasn't time to continue thinking of what could have been because there wasn't time for that. When a large cloud of dust fell on his shoulders and moans started to arise from his left, Floyd knew it was time to snap out of it. As Jess asked about Lynn, Floyd knew there was only one way to answer her question. "I promised her I'd keep ya safe, so that's what I'm bout to do" he said in his whispering tone as he took hold of her wrist. With a tug, he started to pull her along, away from the cells that Lynn had been held captive in. He could feel restraint from Jess, but wasn't about to turn around with his decision. He knew Lynn would understand, the woman wasn't an idiot.
Floyd - Catscoms
"She's in there dammit. Bitch hit me in my-" the raider started, being completely cut off by the tip of a blade. The three-fourths long dagger pierced the side of the man's neck causing him to drop instantly. The thumping sound the guy caused once he collapsed made the crawlers seize chasing after Jess. Instead, they dragged themselves towards the front door of that particular room. Not only did the thump sound call for them, but so did the loud clanks of metal against metal. It was as though somebody was calling for them.
As the crawlers left the room, all one could hear from inside was the grunt of a man followed by the squashing of the crawler's brains. Chunks flew passed the doorframe and into the room. The man's shadow grew in size as he started to enter the room. From inside it would seem as though he were a murderer, it was always the case. But once the man crossed the frame, his long dirty blonde hair made him quite distinguishable. His beard hung from his chin, soaked from his own sweat. His coat completely stained by the descending dust. He still held the knife in his right hand, but his eyes weren't in search of blood. His blue eyes starred directly into the woman's, a look of relief upon his face. "Jess?....." Floyd called out in a faint tone.
But that look lasted a mere second as suddenly, the walkers that attached the harem started for Floyd. Floyd didn't hesitate to act though, instead he rushed into the battle, his blade reaching for the walker flesh. Once in reach, Floyd used his forearm to push one of the walkers towards the back wall. Once he had it trapped, he jammed his blade through the walker's brow and into its brain. As he turned to face the ither, he noticed it was making its way towards Jess. Floyd sprinted towards it, clinger into whatever clothing the beast had left and swung it to the ground. Without wasting anymore tome, he stomped on its face repeatedly until he grew tired.
With the fight completed, he held onto his knees as he tried to breathe normally. Catching ones breath underneath the ground was tougher than one would imagine. In that position, he turned his head towards Jess. "Let's get outta here."
"She's in there dammit. Bitch hit me in my-" the raider started, being completely cut off by the tip of a blade. The three-fourths long dagger pierced the side of the man's neck causing him to drop instantly. The thumping sound the guy caused once he collapsed made the crawlers seize chasing after Jess. Instead, they dragged themselves towards the front door of that particular room. Not only did the thump sound call for them, but so did the loud clanks of metal against metal. It was as though somebody was calling for them.
As the crawlers left the room, all one could hear from inside was the grunt of a man followed by the squashing of the crawler's brains. Chunks flew passed the doorframe and into the room. The man's shadow grew in size as he started to enter the room. From inside it would seem as though he were a murderer, it was always the case. But once the man crossed the frame, his long dirty blonde hair made him quite distinguishable. His beard hung from his chin, soaked from his own sweat. His coat completely stained by the descending dust. He still held the knife in his right hand, but his eyes weren't in search of blood. His blue eyes starred directly into the woman's, a look of relief upon his face. "Jess?....." Floyd called out in a faint tone.
But that look lasted a mere second as suddenly, the walkers that attached the harem started for Floyd. Floyd didn't hesitate to act though, instead he rushed into the battle, his blade reaching for the walker flesh. Once in reach, Floyd used his forearm to push one of the walkers towards the back wall. Once he had it trapped, he jammed his blade through the walker's brow and into its brain. As he turned to face the ither, he noticed it was making its way towards Jess. Floyd sprinted towards it, clinger into whatever clothing the beast had left and swung it to the ground. Without wasting anymore tome, he stomped on its face repeatedly until he grew tired.
With the fight completed, he held onto his knees as he tried to breathe normally. Catching ones breath underneath the ground was tougher than one would imagine. In that position, he turned his head towards Jess. "Let's get outta here."
For those that do not know, there has been a lot of talk about that Disney movie Frozen in our chatzy room. For those that have watched that movie and have fallen in love with it, I'm happy to inform ya that in the next season of Once Upon A Time, the princess from Frozen will make her debut appearance. In the latest episode, which was actually yesterday, the main protagonist changes the past therefore altering the future. At the end of the episode we get a glimpse of the ice proncess (I forgot her name) comin out of a time portal or sumthin. Therefore if u don't watch Once Upon A Time and u love Frozen, I suggest u start watchin it next season. Ur welcome.
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