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The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Apologies for not posting the last couple days, I've just had a lot on ma plate. I'll post tomorrow for sure, most likely after work.

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Anthony/Robert - Haywood

Speeding passed the barely opened gates, Anthony drove into the parking lot. The tires shrieked as the truck came to a sudden stop, the brake discs almost shattering. Anthony quickly got out of the truck, slamming the door behind him as he started down the center of Haywood, his stature showing his fury. Haywood tenants stared at him as he hurried to the mess hall.

Once the double doors were opened, Robert was already sitting on one of the stools, drinking his daily vodka. "Did you succeed?" Robert asked, taking a sip of the drink. Anthony stomped his way to Robert and smacked his glass to the side, having it shatter instantly. He then slammed his fist onto the counter top before Robert. "F*ck you man!" Anthony started, angered by his actions at the farm. "Everything went wrong god dammit. Everything!"

Robert just sat there, listening to Anthony rant and rant. "I saw Elliot get crushed by a building man, by a damn building. Were out here fighting walkers and he dies by getting crushed? What the f*ck! There were three people out in that farm. There was a kid Robert, a kid! We don't kill children man, we don't do that" he continued, backing away a step from Robert as the man stood from his stool. "What of Wilson and Johnson?" Robert asked all normally. "Wilson got shot up Robert, he got shot the hell up! His body was full of bullets man, I didn't even see what happened. As for Johnson, I had to kill him"

"What?! What do you mea-" his question cut off by Anthony's continuous rant. "Henry and...and.....that girl he's always with. They were out there Robert, just watching us. They know. They know you're the one who sent us man. I had to kill Johnson to save my own ass, trying to get them to believe I'm not on your side."

"So you betrayed me, Wilson, Elliot and Johnson?" Robert angered, his loose palm turning into a balled up fist. The man's eye twitched from time to time as his eyes seemed to have darkened. But in response to that, Anthony jumped on Robert's words. "I ain't know those people."

"You didn't know them? Of course you didn't know them, but they've been with us for months. Even if they were strangers, they wer-" Robert said, being cut off yet again. "Then why are you telling me about people I don't know" Anthony shrugged. "That's my men Anthony, your men!"

Anthony stared at him for a second before conjuring up a response. "And who are you exactly?"

Robert looked at him startled by that question. He couldn't believe that Anthony was pushing him and his friends away just like that. He had been loyal to Robert since the creation of Haywood. Yes, they may have been distant from each other, but in Robert's eyes, Anthony was his right hand man. "I'm your brother, just like them" Robert responded.

Anthony's eyebrow raised at that answer. "You in Squad?" Anthony asked Robert. "What?" Robert responded, confused by the question. "I said, I didn't know you were a firefighter" Anthony continued. "I wasn't in the fire department" Robert answered. "Then you ain't no brother to me" Anthony said, shaking his head then staring into those dark eyes. After a moment of silence, Anthony desired to end the conversation. "My brother was in Squad" he finished, walking passed Robert and towards the exit.

"Get a hold of yourself Anthony. I did not mean for all that to happen brother, I just want to protect these people. How was I suppose to know Henry and Audrey would be there?" Robert exclaimed in desperation. He was losing all his support here, his last man standing.

Anthony turned around with his traps up in a shrug. "I don't know whatchu know, why don't you go ask your boyfriend"

Robert then started for Anthony as he had started to once again walk away. "Hold up man" he said, rushing to stand in his way. "So that's it huh? After everything we've been through. After all we accomplished you're just gonna turn on me like that? You're gonna go onto Daniel's side now, tell him everything? You're not going to forgive me, but you're going to forgive him for failing to kill that killer?"

Anthony's eyes squinted as he looked confused. "Na, he's just some punk who thinks he can lead these people. He means nothing to me. But he means nothing to you either now does he?" he pointed at Robert. "You've got balls talking about forgiveness" he stated, once again walking passed Robert. "That has nothing to do with forgiveness. I've got people to protect, they're my family Anthony, I have to keep them safe. Everything I do is for them" Robert explained as Anthony started opening the mess hall's double doors. "I forgive Daniel, just like I forgive you right now" Robert lied, he still had hatred for Daniel, but couldn't lose his only supporter.

Anthony suddenly let go of the doors, letting them close in his face as he turned back to face Robert, an obvious frown on his face. He pointed at the man. "You forgive me?" he asked, not really wanting a response, but getting one anyway. "Yeah" Robert answered, Anthony quickly returning. "Look, I'm not surprised you wanna be leader of this place Robert, you've got some stones man," Anthony responded. "I fell in love with this town, what was I suppose to do? Let it fall into the wrong hands yet again?!" Robert replied.

"You were supposed to stick to the plan. You were suppose to be there for those people. You were suppose to be honest, different from Levi. They needed you, I needed you. You're our leader and you bailed on us. But i'm glad you stayed in your little world, everything worked out for you. You leave, you get the opposite. Okay. You leave, you get to bury people."

"You're not the only one whose suffered Anthony. I didn't even know this was how you felt! I didn't even get to say goodbye to my brothers! You had no right to kill them, that was not your decision to make!"

"You know what? You walk around talking about brotherhood, you're all 'I forgive you', 'I forgive Daniel', 'I forgive everyone', but you know? You're full of shit" Anthony finished, both men just staring at each other with complete intensity. "Are we done here Robert? We finished?" The awkward silence answered Anthony's question as he turned and busted through the front doors back into the open Haywood courtyard, leaving Robert in solitude.

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Floyd - The House - Jess

Her embrace helped Floyd fight the urge to scream and shout. He felt as though his lungs were calling for anger, but her words prevented them from unmasking. Floyd felt her tears fall on his arms as she continued to hold him. He also felt her stomach press against his side, feeling that motherly warmth he so long desired. Like her he was also breaking down, his tears getting heavier as she spoke.

When her hands then reached his face, he stopped the flowing of the tears, not wanting her to see them. He stared directly into her sunny bright eyes, listening to every word that came from her soft tender lips. Then she embraced him yet again, telling him that he was not his father and appreciating everything he's done for her. He couldn't help but feel her emotion run from her touch through his body. She was very optimistic and was showing her true colors.

Those same solemn lips then came in contact with his rough and tear-filled cheek. Not only once, but twice. Floyd didn't fight it though, the loving sensation proved far greater than what he though. But without another second to spare, her alluring lips came crashing into his. But without notice, they pulled away faster than he could process. He didn't even have time to react when she moved backwards, befuddled by her own actions.

Unlike every other time, Floyd followed her, escaping his solitary confinement. At this point, the two were still on the floor, but Floyd stood, helping Jess up as she couldn't look into his eyes. She continued to speak, but did not break away from his chest, she wasn't making eye contact, which was ironic. But Floyd didn't care anything about that, he felt some kind of connection that was drawing him to her. Taking one step closer, his body came in contact with her belly. He used his hand to raise her chin, making eye contact inevitable. Electricity ran through his veins as he felt himself get even closer than before. His heart pounded louder and faster than ever before. At that moment he wanted to know everything about this girl, more than he already did. But most of all, he wanted to her delicate lips to meet his. And just like that, Floyd's lips met Jess'. The warmth of her mouth sent a current through his body, arousing him. His right hand reached for the lower arc of her back as his right followed.

But all good things must come to an end as a sudden impact came ramming against the front door. Floyd broke away from Jess, pulling out his knife quickly from its sheath. "Stay here" he ordered her as he walked quickly towards the front door. The noise came again, which eventually was made out to be a knock. Somebody was knocking on their front door. For a minute, Floyd just stared at the door from the inside. There was no peephole, so there was no telling what was outside.

Floyd's teeth came together as his eyes squinted in aspiration. He held his blade up in defense as his left hand reached the knob. Slowly he twisted the knob then quickly opened the door. "Help me!" a man yelled, entering the home. "It's following me!" he called out again, nervous as hell at both the one walker that was walking towards the house and at Floyd, the man who was pointing a deadly weapon at him.

Making a vital decision, Floyd pushed the man to the side and busted out the door in a light jog. He ran up to the walker and jabbed his blade straight through its head, causing it to collapse instantly. He then pulled his knife out and took a deep breath before running back inside. But as he closed the door and turned to the stranger, he was met with a revolver pointed straight at him. "Put the blade down ma man!" the stranger commanded. Floyd followed and threw his knife to the wooden surface, kicking it towards the man. "Now, give me all your food and everything you got."

"No" Floyd answered, his eyes red once again. "Do you wanna die?" the stranger asked all while cocking his revolver. "C'mon man, don't be stupid, just give me your stuff and I'll be on my way. No harm no foul" the man said. Floyd just stood there without words. If he went to the kitchen to grab his supplies, the man would see Jess and possibly hurt her, but if he did nothing, he'd get shot, the stranger would most likely find Jess, and he'd do things to her Floyd couldn't even imagine. "C'mon buddy, I know you've got some food in here, where's it at?!" the stranger angered. "This way" Floyd said, starting to go upstairs, looking off to the side hoping Jess wasn't in sight, which fortunately she wasn't.

The stranger followed Floyd into the baby room. "What the hell is this? Where's the dam food huh? Tryin to tric-" he wondered, cut off by Floyd's sudden jerk of the hip. A fist came flying into the strangers face out of nowhere. Suddenly a shot rang through the house, both the stranger and Floyd then came rolling down the stairs, smashing against the walls. Floyd crawled back to his knife and flung it at the stranger, stabbing the man directly in the chest. The stranger lost the grip of his revolver so it fell to the floor. He then lost his own balance and also fell to his side, crashing against the lumber. His body fidgeted for a couple of seconds before it lay motionless. Floyd stood and made sure he didn't come back by stabbing him directly through the skull, piercing the brain. But as his breath started to calm down, a sudden pain came from his side. He looked down to see blood dripping from the right side of his stomach. Fearing the worse, he fell back down to his back, applying pressure at wound with both hands. He seemed to be in a state of shock as his eyes grew wide and his breaths uncontrollable. It all just went downhill so fast.

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Floyd - The House - Jess

Floyd said nothing in response to everything Jess had said. He felt like an idiot because his actions caused her to bring forth her past, the one thing he did not intend to have happen. There were many similarities between them, something Floyd just now learned. Throughout her speech, Floyd could not find a way to make eye contact with her. He just stared at the table before them, biting the inside of his bottom lip.

It seemed that all her experiences played a huge toll on her. That emotion, that fear she felt was due to everything that has happened to her. She's been drowning in the attempt to have a man, a male person accept her. Acceptance was also a big issue Floyd dealt with as well. He wasn't nor is the nicest person someone had to deal with. His entire life he struggled, trying to prevent himself from turning into the one man he hated, his father. And now that Jess' words were coming to an end, he'd tell her about it. For the first time he felt comfortable around her, like the entire room became warm in unity.

"My father was also a drunk" he started, pausing for a second before continuing further along. "I didn't think anythin of it until I was about nine or ten. Behind my back he would hit my mother when things didn't go his way. I once saw him do it and confronted him. He put me down too, slapping me across the face like I was sumbody's bitch. From that day on, he would hit me instead of my mother. For sum reason I was relieved by that. I didn't want my mother to get hit, she was a gud woman, always supportin me" he recollected, feeling those bruises from more than a decade ago.

"The fighting continued for years. I would come to school to find my mother crying. She'd always try and hide it from me, but it was always obvious. She'd ask "How was ur day? Did u make any friends today?", but the answers were always the same. It was okay, and no. I didn't make friends cuz I like u know, I ain't the nicest person. I took that anger, that rage I had for my father and would apply it towards my classmates. In third grade I got expelled about five times for fighting. I tried to find other ways to shun those emotions but I couldn't. I was weak and I still am" he said, getting up from his chair and laying on the wall behind him, still facing her.

"One day my father came home drunk as hell. I can still picture it. His staggered walk, that f*ckin drool spillin from his lip. He came home talkin bout sum stupid horse race, sayin he lost or sum shit. He said he bet, what, twenty dollars. I tried to get em out the house, pushing him back towards the door. He takes me by the neck and pushes me to the ground. He goes to the kitchen, gets the fryin pan and starts hitting me with it, nobody there to stop him, not even my mother. The woman just watched and cry as I got hit. But what could she do anyway right? Call the cops? Right, that never happened. Three days later or so my father just vanishes from sight. Finally, the man I hate finally leaves. But what happens then? Were stuck with the house bills. Were the ones that have to pay off everythin!" he urged, sitting back down.

He paused for a second to breathe, his eyes as wide as they could get "I get a couple gigs after that. I start fightin for money when I was still in school. Ya might not believe it but I've got a high school diploma. Yeah, I ain't no idiot. Anyhow, my mother passed away about a year later. Those rich folk come in and take everythin from me. The house is gone, her possessions, everythin. Apparently it all went to my father. They told me I had to go live with him because I was under aged still. I was what, seventeen? yeah, that's right. Moved in with my punk ass old man and once again got beat for showin up. Every damn day he would beat me, maybe once a day, maybe even five times a day, it all depended on how he felt. The f*cker died three months after my nineteenth birthday. I figured everythin will go to me, the farm, everythin, but that's not how it turned out. Tax collectors came, said I couldn't fund paying rent or sum shit, so they took everythin. I was forced to live on the streets until Eli helped me out. Guess one could say he truly was my only friend. Whoda thought right? Friends with a slave distributor" he huffed.

"From then on I did what I do best, I fend for my self. Then I found you on that train yard" he paused yet again, this pause longer than the others. "I'm angry that I keep failin you and failin you. Over and over I question why I can't get it right, why I continue to push away when I see ya tryin to get closer and it enrages me. I turn to anger for an escape route...........im sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't save you from Bruce. I'm sorry I couldn't save you from Tyler. I'm sorry I couldn't save Lynn" he said, his voice breaking down as he once again stood up from his seat.

"The more I try to be less like him the more I turn out just like him. Believe me, I am tryin. I am" he said, starting to break down. "I'm tired of failin, I'm tired of......of bein so distant from people, I don't want that anymore Jess, I don't. I don't want that" he repeated, falling to the ground, sitting in the cold lumbering floor. His teeth started to grind against each other as his eyes shut in attempt to prevent his tears from showing, but failed. A tear ran down his cheek, quickly he wiped it away with his forearm, but they continued. "I wont leave ya, I........I wont. Not again. No-" he finished, his own tears preventing him from speaking any longer. Finally she got to him. This was the true Floyd, a broken man in the shadow of his father's wrath. A man trying to get away from what he hates yet becoming it. But this outbreak helped him surpass that, it helped him understand his true purpose. He no longer had to take care of Jess because he wanted to prove his father he was not like him, he had to take care of Jess because he felt for her the same way she felt for him.

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Floyd - The House - Jess

The kitchen was silent as well as the entire house at the moment. Not even the noises from outside were heard at this point, both guest were lost in their own thoughts. Floyd sat in one of the stools near the kitchen center table. He had his knife out, stabbing at the tabletop from time to time in attempt to stop the escalating anger. Only thing that came to mind at the moment were questions. Why did Jess think he'd leave? What made her believe such a thing in the first place? Did she only want him there to stay alive? Was she just using him?

Obviously Floyd didn't know how Jess actually felt. He'd been so afraid to get close to the girl, that she hardly shared anything with him. But the incident that just occurred scared not only Jess, but Floyd as well. Witnessing her fright, the fright she bore in her eyes was not desirable, but it happened. It was apparent to Floyd that he obtained that uncontrollable rage from his father, like it were a trait or gene. He didn't want to be that man though, he feared him as much as Jess does Floyd at this moment. He used to whip him when he got angry, used to abuse him every time something didn't go his way. It was an unimaginable brutality. There was a time he was stabbed in the side by his own father. Luckily, Floyd wasn't harmed intensely by it.

Regretting his actions, Floyd stopped stabbing the table and let his knife fall flat. He put it back into its sheath all while picking up the rag from earlier. He tired to turn the water on, but it wasn't working, so instead took a bottle from his bag. He started up the stairs slowly, not trying to startle Jess if she was still there. Once he got to the second floor, he noticed she had locked herself in the room from earlier. Floyd looked away and headed into the baby's room.

He placed the rag and the bottle of water on the floor as he pulled out his knife. He started cutting the wallpaper from the edge then continued by peeling it away slowly. Apparently, the pink wallpaper with ducks was laid on top of yet another wallpaper underneath it. He had to do this to all the walls, he didn't want them covered with blood any longer. After doing so, the walls now had the older wallpaper which was completely yellow with a colorful abstract design on it - rainbows and such. After that, he removed all the blood spoiled covers from the crib. He used the rag and water to clean off crib itself. It was difficult to take the dried up blood from the floor, but Floyd accomplished that as well. The changing table was irreparable though, it was cracked on nearly all sides. Without any use of it, Floyd dragged it out of the room then took it downstairs and outside, taking it behind the house and scanning the area in the meantime. He noticed the sun was coming down so he was on high alert.

Once he returned inside, he went back into the room and cleaned off everything else, making sure it was completely scoured. That took about thirty minutes to an hour. Sweating from all that, Floyd took off his jacket and placed it on the rocking chair. He left the room and closed the door, one of the hinges still damaged. With a sigh he just stood there quietly. He scratched the back of his head before starting towards the room Jess was in. He laid on the wall next to that room's door and knocked. From outside the room he said "I'm sorry" before once again starting towards the stairs.

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Haywood Militia - Farm - Farmers/Lauren/Katie

"Dammit, he killed Wilson!" Johnson said as he started aiming for the old man and the kid. He had them on the scope sight but didn't fire, instead he started running away himself as he witnessed the light inside the farmhouse. He was heading back to the truck, leaving Anthony and Elliot behind.

In the meantime, Elliot turned back to see the woman running away from him. "What the-" he exclaimed as he turned his weapon towards Lauren. He turned the safety off and cocked his weapon. The entire time he had his safety off, Elliot wasn't the man to look for violence. Before deciding to fire, he turned to see if Anthony was next to him, which he wasn't. Instead, Anthony was chasing after Jacob, the man that sucker punched him. Turning back, Elliot continued to watch the woman get farther and farther. "Uhhhh" he mumbled, not knowing what to do.

The man shook his head a couple times and finally made an executive decision. He pointed his weapon and started to shoot at her feet, only wanting to scare her and prevent her from getting any farther. He didn't even aim to injure her, merely to frighten her and have her enter a state of shock or something. But his firing stopped when a small kid came running out of the woods. Elliot put his gun down as his eyes widened. He couldn't believe that these people were fending off for their own. From where he stood, Elliot could tell the child was about ten years old by her height. He started to hesitate, not knowing what to do until he heard Anthony scream from afar.

Before Anthony screamed, the man was running after Jacob. He planned on shooting the man until he noticed the direction he was headed. Jacob was running towards the walkers Anthony saw earlier by the back fences. "Fuck that" Anthony said to himself, running back towards the farmhouse to find it was already being destroyed. A flame had emerged from the inside, the house starting to collapse on itself as it burned brightly in his eyes. "Elliot, WATCH OUT!!!!" Anthony yelled.

Suddenly, the wall behind Elliot collapsed on the man, completely eradicating him from presence. Anthony's eyebrow raised in surprise, he couldn't believe everything was going so wrong for him. At the moment, he stood there motionless, looking side to side as he tried to find an escape route. "Dammit" he cursed, urging himself to run passed the side of the house and back towards the truck. He ran as fast as he could and actually managed to pass up Johnson who hurt himself trying to escape. The man twisted his ankle, possibly tearing some kind of muscle. Anthony passed him up until he could see two noticeable people before him near the gates. Henry and Audrey were down there, obviously trying to hide, but failing. "Them bastards" Anthony cursed in a whisper. If they went back and told Daniel what happened everything would go to hell. Therefore, it was time act.

Anthony started back towards Johnson who was using his rifle as a walking stick to get away. But after one step, Johnson stopped in his tracks. "What are you doing Anthony?" he asked as Anthony raised his gun at him. Anthony had his gun held with both hands, one on the trigger, the other holding his trigger hand. Loudly and clearly he spoke, all in order to get Henry and Audrey to hear him. "You weren't suppose to shoot at them man!" he started. "Our mission was to bring back the survivors man, not try and kill them!" Anthony continued.

"What are you talking about? Robert said to kill them!" Johnson angered. The man feared for his life, so his voice raised in volume.

"Robert isn't the leader man, its Daniel, we take orders from him. I can't let you go back to Haywood man, you're a killer Johnson!" Anthony yelled.

Johnson feared what was coming, so he quickly raised his rifle, but was met with force. A bullet sprung from Anthony's gun and pierced him through the head, causing the man to fall back into the dirt. The rifle fell on top of Johnson as his body deceased along with the farmhouse.

Anthony then turned and acted as though he'd never saw Henry and Audrey, running towards the truck. Robert's mission failed.

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Haywood Militia - Farm - Farmers/Lauren/Bull/Katie

Johnson stared directly at the house from afar. His rifle had a scope and everything, making him the right man to be in that position. Everything spiraled out of control when the farmer inside the home yelled out. He abruptly threatened the armed men, making both Wilson and Johnson uncomfortable. Out of control, Wilson pressed the trigger of his MP5K. Rounds of bullets sprayed over the farmhouse door, bullets penetrating the inner walls. As he was firing, Wilson stopped backtracking and started forward, attempting to infiltrate the facility.

As Wilson fired, Johnson remained still, until he saw something with his peripherals. He saw a shadow on the side of the house from the very edge of his right eye and turned towards it. He looked through his scope to see what it was, finding out there was another person that who not Haywood on the side of the house. "Dammit" he cursed as he cocked his rifle and aimed. Without further notice, he fired his weapon, aiming for the woman. Unfortunately he missed because right when he fired, it seemed the woman luckily jumped out the way. With a grunt, Johnson reloaded quickly, aiming yet again.

Wilson became startled by Johnson firing his weapon and stopped shooting to see what was happening. The idiot completely turned to Johnson and urged him to follow, standing defenseless right in front of the door. "C'mon Johnson!" he yelled at the man, Johnson turning away from his scope and looking up at Wilson. From afar he couldn't tell what Wilson was trying to tell him. Johnson's eyes widened as suddenly Wilson's body went flying off the porch. His gun started going off uncontrollably as he fell to the dirt below him. Wilson grabbed the side of his neck in attempt to stop the bleeding. His entire body was fighting death, but couldn't prevent it as suddenly he came to a halt. His eyes wide open as his mouth full of drooling blood. Johnson couldn't believe his eyes, the entire operation went to hell. Instead of returning to the woman, Johnson took his sight and pointed it at the door as he began to shoot.

On the other side of the house, Anthony and Elliot heard the shots and took precaution. The men laid against the home's walls and started towards the back door. Anthony motioned Elliot to go and open it, but as he started for it Elliot heard voices and stopped. The voices weren't coming from inside the house though, they came from the side of it. Elliot turned to Anthony who ordered the man to go see what it was. Elliot slowly traced around the back of the farmhouse from one side to the other. He poked out his head off the side to find a woman pushed against the wall. Before pursuing, he turned to Anthony and then jumped out. Anthony tried to call him to stop, but it was pointless, Elliot had already moved out.

"Hands up lady!" Elliot called out. "I don't wanna hurt you" he added, pointing his automatic weapon at her. "Maddam, if you move I'll have to shoot, so please, don't" Elliot begged Lauren. He obviously, from the start, didn't want to have to kill anybody, but if his life was on the line, which it was, he would have no choice but to do so.

All this was happening while Anthony started to pull the knob on the back door. He started smashing it wish the grip of his handgun and pushing the door with his shoulder. He grunted loudly as he tried to get in, but was unsuccessful. He turned away from the door to find something he could use, but his eyes met something other than a useful tool. "No..." he said as about ten walkers headed their way. "Elliot! We gotta get out of here!" Anthony called out. As the man's voice rang in Elliot's ear, the Haywood soldier turned his attention away from Lauren for just one second. One second that could change the entire situation between the two.

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Floyd - House - Jess

"Let go of me girl!" Floyd yelled, taking a hold of her wrist and jostling it away forcefully. Then he stepped backwards to put some distance between himself and Jess. Accidentally, his back ran into the door frame behind him, preventing him from leaving. "Damn" he cursed, turning back to Jess who continued to beg him to stay. He didn't understand why she suddenly felt this urge to say these things. For three weeks he's been taking care of her, nurturing her and her child. Even before that he risked his own life to save her, fighting every odd that appeared. But even through those damn efforts Jess felt he was going to just disappear one of those days, just like Bruce had that day.

Floyd then stared directly into her eyes, his own eyes red with rage. "That's what ya think of me?" he asked, not waiting for a response. His veins appearing all over his arms and neck as he started to feel that irritated anger like before. "Ya think after all this time, after EVERYTHING I've done for you, ima just leave?! Ya think im just like him huh? Ya think im like Bruce!" he continued. Every word he spoke just added to that infuriating tone he adapted. He waked to a counter in that room, taking the glass vase and throwing it towards the wall, the glass shattering everywhere. He then took the counter and threw it down too. "Ya ain't got no damn clue what I feel girl! Ya don't know nuthin!" he yelled in her face.

He then stood there, a silence filling the air as he just walked side to side looking at her. "Ya think im like him huh? Then let me act like him!" he said, taking her by the arm. His grip had no limits to how hard he grabbed her. "Let me show ya" he said, pulling her out of the room and along the hallway towards that room. He kicked the door open, breaking it from one of its hinges and shoving Jess inside.

Inside the room was a crib, on top of it a baby mobile hanging from the ceiling. The walls had a wallpaper with small yellow ducks all around it. A rocking chair sat beside the crib along with changing table behind it. What made this entire room off limits was what covered everything...................blood. The walls were covered in red, the yellow ducks barely visible. The rocking chair was still rocking as though a ghost sat there in grief and sorrow. The wooden changing station was basically broken, the wood completely shattered and in pieces. The thing that made the entire room ever more horrific was the crib. The originally white crib was now stained completely red. Blood spilled from the sides, not anymore, but it had. There was a dried up pond of blood right beneath it, showing that spillage. The sheets were covered in that gore. To a future-mother like Jess this was the most gruesome view one could ever witness.

Floyd then pulled Jess out of it and closed the door the best he could. He stared at her for a second as she took it all in. "If I wanted to leave I would have already" he said, stomping his was downstairs and into the kitchen. He hadn't wanted to show her that, he was indeed trying to protect her. But when she attacked him like that, something seemed to click that made Floyd just burst into wrath. He couldn't believe she had said all those things, thinking that everything they went through meant basically nothing. The girl was just so naive.

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Floyd - House - Jess

Jess seemed to have entered the house without her guard up at all. Though Floyd has attempted to teach her, it seems the girl is still as naive as she has been before. "Dammit Jess" he cursed to himself as she rushed through the front door. Floyd came in after her, his knife in his hand, cautiously observing everything around him. Since the sudden brake in didn't attract any walkers or living people, Floyd just assumed everything was fine, closing the door behind him, locking it from the inside.

He proceeded by following Jess to the kitchen, still keeping that awkward distance between them. He watched her struggle to get the dust off the tabletop as though a housewife. The house wasn't all that dirty to begin with, it didn't add up in Floyd's mind why she was trying so hard. She even took her time to find a rag in order to clean more. She looked like one of those housewives you see in movies, the ones that don't have a job and take care of the children and the home. Then again, Floyd remember his own mother doing exactly that. He hated remembering the past because it wasn't any good.

Anyhow, once she finished, Floyd decided to speak. He was laying on the wall as he turned towards the stairs. "I saw a room up there when I was here. It's got a bed and everythin if ya wanna check it out" he said, knowing that would make her excited. He didn't like watching her stress over little things, it made him feel uneasy. He then waited for her to head up those stairs. Again, he followed her every step, making sure she was secure everywhere she went, not only for her but for her child. He passed her up once they got to the second floor and headed to the room. He opened the door and allowed her to enter before he did, showing a little chivalry. "It looks like they took care of it" he added, the room standing luxurious before their eyes.

Then he himself entered the room and started to browse about. He opened the nearby closet to find a couple of hangers with clothing, for both male and female. It was obvious it had been a married couple that lived in the house, they were either both dead by now or had just left the home. "Ima check the other rooms, ya just stay here for now alright?" he said, his question going unanswered as he left the room and moved on to the next one.

Come to find out that the next room was just a storage room. There was a whole bunch of random crap just filed left to right. Ornaments, jewelry, storage boxes, etc. The next room, the one closest to the stairs was the next one to be explored. He turned the knob and opened it slowly, still cautious. But as he peeked inside, he turned and closed it quickly. He lay on the door for a second covering his face with one hand, rubbing his eye in confusion. He just couldn't bare with what he just saw, it was completely unbelievable. For a moment he just stood there motionless, breathing calmly. He stared out the top window looking down at the grass from above. "Couldn't even give her a chance huh?" he questioned as he turned back to the room Jess was in. "The room over there..." he pointed, ".....don't go in it" he finished. He didn't want her to see what was inside because he knew it would most likely break her, something he didn't desire to have happen.

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Haywood Militia - Farm - Jacob/Sam/Ben

As the doors to the farmhouse opened widely, both pairs froze and knelt down in one quick motion. They pointed their weapons at the one gentleman who walked out first. He stood at porch-side speaking to nobody but himself, or so it seemed. Wilson, the one who was already the closest to the farmhouse was just about to fire when he felt a hand reach his shoulder. He gave a shiver and fell to the floor from his already crouching stance. He pointed the gun to whomever lay behind him to find Johnson raising his hands in surrender. "What the f*ck Wilson!" Johnson growled in a whisper. He hated being grouped up with such an idiot, but orders were orders. "Quit pointing that gun at me dammit!" Johnson added with a little shove to Wilson's gun.

in the meantime, Anthony and Elliot were completely composed. Anthony was kneeling behind Elliot, both men with their weapons prepared for a firefight. With luck, the man returned to his home and closed the door behind him. This gave all four men leeway to continue closing in on the farmhouse. But once again, with sudden surprise, the man exited the facility, this time accompanied by a smaller being. The Haywood group could hear noises coming off of the two survivors, but couldn't make anything out of what they were saying. Wilson took this opportunity to get even closer to the farmhouse, thinking that was the best idea at this point. Of course, Johnson refused to do what the idiot was doing and stayed put like they were trained to do. In order to stay hidden, Johnson decided to throw himself on the dirt below him, trying hard to be parallel with the ground, but touching in this instance.

On the other side of the home, Anthony and Elliot had not moved a step from their previous location. Anthony expected something like this to happen, so he commanded Elliot to remain put. The two man didn't move until the farmers returned home. Once they were once again in the clear, Anthony and Elliot took the chance to sprint towards the side of the house. The two men started quietly towards the back in order to find a backdoor of some sort. On the other hand, Wilson the idiot was getting closer to the front door. Johnson still hadn't gotten up from when he lay down, instead the man decided to become a sharpshooter from his location, taking his rifle and planting it where he lay. "I'm gonna get you suckers" Wilson said, walking up the steps of the door.

Suddenly, without notice, the walkie strapped to Wilson's side rang loudly. The static came first followed by Robert's voice. "Is it don-" Robert started, being cut off by Wilson quickly noticing he never turned the talkie off. Wilson then attempted to slowly back away from the door, knowing somebody inside must have heard the static or Robert's voice. Hopefully neither, but Wilson wasn't that stupid. He took his gun and pointed at the door as he backed away slowly, the steps behind him creaking at every step.

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CorruptedShadow said
Oh shit. I expect a shoot-out to happen with the Farm and Haywood.

Ur welcome. Lol jk.

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Robert/Anthony - Haywood/Farm - NPC Militia

After his conversation with Daniel, Robert continued by moving back into the mess hall. He poured himself yet another liquored drink and started. "Are y'all almost there?" Robert spoke into the talkie. He was communicating with the group that was sent to scavenge the area as Daniel had scheduled. What he didn't know was that Robert was already informed of the farm by one of the men that accompanied both Audrey and Henry. "Yeah, we've got the place in sight. We've parked about a mile out, we'll go scout" one of the the scavengers responded. Robert then progressed into the conversation. "Why doesn't Tony have the talkie?" Robert asked.

"You mean Anthony? I don't know, he just gave it to me" the scavenger responded, his name Wilson. On the other side of the walls, Wilson, Anthony, Johnson and Elliot walked down the dirt road towards the farmhouse just a mile out. They parked their truck in the woods completely hidden from sight. "Y'all follow my lead, if there's anyone in there, we can't have them startled. We ain't sure what we'll come across" Anthony called out to the three other men. Suddenly the walkie talkie rung yet again. "If there are any survivors, you are to treat them as hostile. Supplies back at camp have been diminishing quickly due to the increase of tenants. We need this farm for Haywood, do not allow anyone to prevent you from attaining that."

Wilson then turned to Anthony and the other men. "Does that mean he wants us to ki-"

"Yeah, that's right. We take the farm for Haywood so we can survive. It's us or them fellas, y'all decide" Anthony interrupted. Johnson turned to Elliot, Elliot turned to Wilson, Wilson to Johnson. They all nodded to each other, knowing some things just had to get done. "Johnson, you and Wilson will go off the left, me and Elliot will flank the right. See anybody that ain't Haywood, shoot them down. The four men then split into two groups and started down the tall grass. From the start their mission was to go down to this farm and take it. The men were fully armed, all but Anthony had a sub-machine gun or an automatic.

Wilson and Johnson started down the left as they were commanded to. It was difficult to see anything inside the farmhouse because they were still pretty distant from it, so in order to get there faster, Wilson started to jog. "Dammit Wilson!" Johnson whispered with anger.

"I mean, why do we have to kill them? Can't we just like, I don't know, mutually help each other?" Elliot asked Anthony.

"Look man, we gotta do what we gotta do to survive. Every time you're put to the test you get all emotional, you need to shut it down. Take all that guilt, take that fear, that being pissed off, take it out!" Anthony whispered as they walked across the field. They tried to stay out of vision by evading the windows of the farmhouse. "Now pick up your gun and get ready."

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Floyd - Woods - Jessalyn

When Jess jumped at his hand, Floyd flinched backwards. He tried to pull his hand away before she took it, but wasn't fast enough. Her hands grasped his, her eyes targeting his burn. Floyd's eyes widened as he stared directly at the top of her head. He remained distant though, his arm stretched outward away from his body. She started speaking, but he didn't hear her, at this point, he didn't hear anything but his heart pounding in his chest.

The wound numbed as his entire body reached that temperature of the burn. He felt hotter than usual, his blood rushed through his veins like an express train. Every single time her soft tender hands touched his rough skin, he felt the same scorching sensation. He knew the reason for the feeling, but didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to get to close because he feared it. He lived by a code, one that didn't allow him to form a bonding relationship with someone. The reason for it was because he'd be destroyed once he lost the person, which was inevitable. He couldn't help losing her again, this time for good.

Once Jess finished treating his hand, he pulled away quickly, turning from her. He missed her sweet smile, but felt it was necessary. If he was to see her smile again, he might get too comfortable. "Thanks" he murmured to her as he started to pack whatever lay around their camp. But as he turned back to go get his backpack, Jess called him amazing. Just at that time, he failed the attempt to evade her smile. "Dammit" he thought to himself. Then he felt his blood once again boil, his heart pounding nearly out of his chest. But in response to that, he just "Psh" as he turned his head to the side, hiding the warmth he felt.

"Just.......pack ur stuff. Let's go" he said, picking up his backpack over his shoulder and walking away.

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Robert - Haywood - Daniel

As Daniel started following Robert, the discussion between the two men commenced. Robert started towards the gates as he began to speak, having Daniel behind him. "We cannot allow that child to stay in our walls. She has infiltrated our facility and nearly stole your personal supplies. We wont harm her, but we must have her ejected from Haywood. If you show leadership weakness to these people, that you will allow thieves in our community, then you will no longer be worthy of your position. You are leader because you can make the hard decisions. Expel the child from Haywood. If you must, provide her with supplies and give her medical assistance, but no more than that. In addition, we must have our security runs become more frequent and productive. If a small child can infiltrate our facility, then what prevents others from doing the same thing? Exactly. We can cut the hourly break into half-an-hour and there will be more time for surveillance" Robert began, he still had a lot more to say.

They were now at the gates where Robert looked towards the outside. Anthony and three other men were going on a scavenging run. Their duty was to get supplies and find survivors - runs which were first only used to find supplies. "According to our supply accounting group, our food stock has decreased by about fifteen percent. Due to the increase in population, that means more rations must be distributed. Our scavenging groups have not found much food, they have to travel farther and farther just to find something. That is not only a waste of our time, but our gasoline for the trucks. I suggest we either cut down the rations, or.................." he paused, turning to Daniel and facing the man. ".........We could get rid of some people. Listen, I know it's a rash decision, but you can no longer be the good guy Daniel. Good men don't make it in this world, you must understand. You came here for sanctuary and you got it. You got more than that, you've gained respect, you've gained support. You've become the leader of these people and they need you now. They want to survive as much as you, as much as your little sister. Give them the chance. I assume they chose you for a reason, do not let them down brother" Robert stated, forcing himself to speak good of the man, but at the same time attempting to get him to break. He wanted to show the people of Haywood that Daniel could not make the tough decisions, that he instead would fall to the pressure.

Robert then started once again. "If you want your sister to survive this winter, then fix these problems. But remember, don't do it merely for her, but for us all. These people need a leader they can trust, show them you are worthy."