Floyd - House - Jess/Abram
As the sun signed in for work, Floyd opened the window to allow some breeze to flow in the home. Jess still lay on the ground where the two had slept. She seemed peaceful, so Floyd didn't move to wake her. He couldn't believe she actually went to him during the previous night. He had actually been awakened by her touch, noticing her arrival. That doubt he had about them furthering their relationship was actually erased from his mind. Her little act of kindness showed Floyd that she didn't care about his age or the malice actions he'd shown her in the past. What she looked at was his own personal acts of kindness, just like the one she showed to him just last night. So during the night, he made sure to keep her arm interlocked with his, he didn't want to let go.
But anyway, the morning came and the window was now open. Floyd walked over Jess, making sure he didn't step on her in any way. He turned the knob to the door and opened all while stepping out of the room. Suddenly, his foot ran into a box sitting right before the door in the hallway. "What the-" Floyd said to himself as he bent low to check it out. His wound wasn't as irritating as it had been the past........two days? Yeah, two days. Anyhow, he checked inside the box to find canned foods and ammunition. He proceeded by picking up the box and bringing it into the room he had slept in. He opened up the small closet and put the box within, hiding it from sight.
He didn't want to have regrets about his earlier decision to kick Abram out. Regardless the man's hospitality and aid, Floyd didn't want to trust him. He wasn't about to start relying on somebody for help because he felt as though he still didn't need any - especially from a stranger. Right before he was about to leave the room, Floyd noticed the blanket covering Jess was not really doing its job. He went towards her silently, bent low once again, and pulled the blanket over her shoulders. He then returned to leave the room as planned, going downstairs and to the kitchen.
He turned to the shelf their food was and took one of the fruit cans. He opened it up and poured it into one of the clean bowls they had. He placed it on the table and moved onto opening up another can of food - also fruit. It was basically all they had actually. Soon enough, he'd have to go hunting like he used to do during their time in the wilderness. He then poured that second can of fruit into another bowl, putting a fork into both. Then he went out of his way in attempt to get the juice from the bowl into a cup. The Floyd sat down and started eating the fruit from one of the bowls, all while staring at the stairs, waiting for Jess to come down. The other bowl with the cup filled with juice would be for her. He was also waiting to see Abram cross the hallway and exit the home, hoping Jess didn't have any objection.
Robert - Cells
Robert opened the door to the cell room. An entire day had passed since the incident with the girls and the movement of the male raider. The giant lay chained to a wall, sitting on the ground which was once tainted with both innocent and guilty blood. Not much had changed though, the room remained as dark as it once was and still had sinful markings all around. But as the sun had come forth, Robert entered the small facility. He was only accompanied by one of his trustworthy guards who remained outside.
Robert closed and locked the door behind him after entering. He put his gun on a small table, a table that's been there forever. It was rusty and completely filthy, but it still sat up straight. Afar from the prisoner lay a crowbar, which Robert decided to pick up before starting for Bull. He pulled the chair usually used for prisoners and brought it towards Bull. He sat down and played with the crowbar, swinging it side to side as he adjusted his bottom on the chair.
After that, he turned his gaze away from the crowbar and onto the eyes of the giant. "Good morning...." Robert started. "So, have you put some thought into what I spoke to you about yesterday? Are you ready to tell me where Tyler is hiding?" he asked the giant. "I really do not have time to be driving all the way out here just to speak to you so I hope you answer correctly" he added as he waited for Bull to answer him.
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Floyd - House - Jess/Abram
To him, the entire conversation had been pointless. None of what he said really gave Floyd any sort of second thoughts. Instead, when Abram spoke of Jess, he became irritated. He didn't want this stranger speaking of the girl in any form or fashion. When the soldier said he'd seen Jess before - back at the catacombs - Floyd couldn't bare to listen to the man any longer. He couldn't comprehend why he hadn't helped her back then. He ignored all the facts about Tyler's militia and focused on the saving Jess part. He wanted to comment about it, but it would be pointless because what he had to say next would make any further conversation futile.
Floyd dragged the blanket off of himself and put it aside. He held his wound with his left hand as he used his right to force himself to stand. He walked towards the stairs, not making eye contact with the soldier. Before starting up the stairs, he spoke.
"You can spend the night here. There's a room under the stairs over there. But I need you gone by noon tomorrow" he stated, resuming his walk and heading up the stairs. Deep in his heart he truly did appreciate the man's hospitality, an appreciation he would never reveal to him. But even with all that, Floyd didn't trust the man. He was a stranger, just like anybody else. For all he knew, the man told nothing but lies - lies that would eventually give him the upper hand. Nowadays, anybody could be anybody. For all they knew, Abram was a criminal or terrorists - not that it was likely - but there was indeed a chance. Trust is not given, it's earned - earned through time.
But Floyd's reasoning is too long to explain, so he pushed it aside - like everything else - and finally made his way to the second floor of the house. While up there, he started down the creaking hallway, walking slowly in order to prevent the loud noise. In due time, he ended up before the door of Jess' room. He desired to knock and make sure she was doing fine. He wanted to open the door and make sure she was tucked in, hoping she was asleep because it was getting late. But even with such desires, he didn't want to bother her.
When Floyd found out Jess labeled him as the father of the child, for some reason Floyd was actually content. She was willing to name him - a man who's shown nearly all his bad sides to her - the father of her child. There were times where he deserved to be slapped for his actions. He'd screamed at her more times than he could recall, yet she remained by his side. But it wasn't for protection, she's shown she can handle herself. That's what Floyd couldn't comprehend, and still doesn't. He didn't understand why she felt the way she did for him. He was a lot older than her, yet she showed the signs to him. He still felt the heated tenderness of her lips on his.
Soon enough, Floyd found his palm on the door of her door........silent..............motionless. His forehead also leaned against the wood, still he didn't make noise. He knew it wasn't right. Even that untrustworthy stranger stated the fact.
".....Something messed up if you were the little baby's daddy....." Abram had stated.
But it was true. He was much older than her, much more mature. He was locked in a tans like no other, one he'd never felt before. He was battling against his conscience, and it was definitely winning at this time. It was telling him to push her away, to make sure she starts understanding that she was too young for him. Maybe at this point she didn't have an opportunity to be with a person her age, but being with Floyd wasn't any good for her, and that's what he was feeling. He couldn't be that child's father, nor father figure. What sort of image was Floyd, a man tattooed to the bone. He was basically a monster filled with undeniable rage. He was not good. So he didn't knock on her door.
Instead, he started to walk away towards the other room, the child's room. He would sleep in there for the night. Before entering, he looked back towards the room Jess was in and nodded right and left with sorrow. He turned the knob and entered the child's room to sleep. It would bee a long quiet night.
To him, the entire conversation had been pointless. None of what he said really gave Floyd any sort of second thoughts. Instead, when Abram spoke of Jess, he became irritated. He didn't want this stranger speaking of the girl in any form or fashion. When the soldier said he'd seen Jess before - back at the catacombs - Floyd couldn't bare to listen to the man any longer. He couldn't comprehend why he hadn't helped her back then. He ignored all the facts about Tyler's militia and focused on the saving Jess part. He wanted to comment about it, but it would be pointless because what he had to say next would make any further conversation futile.
Floyd dragged the blanket off of himself and put it aside. He held his wound with his left hand as he used his right to force himself to stand. He walked towards the stairs, not making eye contact with the soldier. Before starting up the stairs, he spoke.
"You can spend the night here. There's a room under the stairs over there. But I need you gone by noon tomorrow" he stated, resuming his walk and heading up the stairs. Deep in his heart he truly did appreciate the man's hospitality, an appreciation he would never reveal to him. But even with all that, Floyd didn't trust the man. He was a stranger, just like anybody else. For all he knew, the man told nothing but lies - lies that would eventually give him the upper hand. Nowadays, anybody could be anybody. For all they knew, Abram was a criminal or terrorists - not that it was likely - but there was indeed a chance. Trust is not given, it's earned - earned through time.
But Floyd's reasoning is too long to explain, so he pushed it aside - like everything else - and finally made his way to the second floor of the house. While up there, he started down the creaking hallway, walking slowly in order to prevent the loud noise. In due time, he ended up before the door of Jess' room. He desired to knock and make sure she was doing fine. He wanted to open the door and make sure she was tucked in, hoping she was asleep because it was getting late. But even with such desires, he didn't want to bother her.
When Floyd found out Jess labeled him as the father of the child, for some reason Floyd was actually content. She was willing to name him - a man who's shown nearly all his bad sides to her - the father of her child. There were times where he deserved to be slapped for his actions. He'd screamed at her more times than he could recall, yet she remained by his side. But it wasn't for protection, she's shown she can handle herself. That's what Floyd couldn't comprehend, and still doesn't. He didn't understand why she felt the way she did for him. He was a lot older than her, yet she showed the signs to him. He still felt the heated tenderness of her lips on his.
Soon enough, Floyd found his palm on the door of her door........silent..............motionless. His forehead also leaned against the wood, still he didn't make noise. He knew it wasn't right. Even that untrustworthy stranger stated the fact.
".....Something messed up if you were the little baby's daddy....." Abram had stated.
But it was true. He was much older than her, much more mature. He was locked in a tans like no other, one he'd never felt before. He was battling against his conscience, and it was definitely winning at this time. It was telling him to push her away, to make sure she starts understanding that she was too young for him. Maybe at this point she didn't have an opportunity to be with a person her age, but being with Floyd wasn't any good for her, and that's what he was feeling. He couldn't be that child's father, nor father figure. What sort of image was Floyd, a man tattooed to the bone. He was basically a monster filled with undeniable rage. He was not good. So he didn't knock on her door.
Instead, he started to walk away towards the other room, the child's room. He would sleep in there for the night. Before entering, he looked back towards the room Jess was in and nodded right and left with sorrow. He turned the knob and entered the child's room to sleep. It would bee a long quiet night.
Floyd - House - Jess/Abram
The soup had been heated to perfect temperature, something Floyd wasn't used to. Even before the breakout, the only hot food he ever had was the meat he cooked over the campfire. All other food - canned foods - were eaten cold, merely out of preference. Anyhow, the soup was pretty good, better than half the stuff they were forced to eat throughout their journey anyway.
The pain continued while he ate, but it wasn't as mesmerizing as it had been at first. It seemed as though he was slowly becoming immune to the pain. Having Jess by his side also helped lessen the mental toll. She was providing support and stability, things Floyd never experienced.
To disturb his peace, the soldier Abram came into the living room from the kitchen. The man was obviously bigger than Floyd - physically - but this didn't bother the redneck. Throughout his experiences in the new world, it has been shown that Floyd had hardly any fears. The man lived by a certain code that does not allow him to be afraid.
Anyway, when the soldier began to compliment Floyd's bravery, Floyd wasn't too find of that. He found the military man to be quite annoying. Floyd never had any good relations with men if the law. He had never become aquatinted with a soldier, but believed them to be just like cops. He didn't like cops, not one bit. Then suddenly the soldier began to speak about family and fathers, mothers.
When he mentioned Jess' medical health - meaning her pregnancy - Floyd stopped eating and became altered and defensive. He didn't like some random stranger speaking about her in any context. But then his eyes turned towards Jess when he called him the father of that unborn child. He spoke to him as though Jess was his woman, as though they were united by law or something.
That was not his child, it was not. Instead, the child belonged to a random deadbeat. Floyd couldn't even recall the monsters name, all he knew was that it pissed him off thinking about it. He couldn't bare the thought of Jess being hurt. He had been protecting her for a while now, and vice versa for that matter. Like him, she has also been there for him in time if need. The fact was. Floyd did indeed feel a bit disturbed to being called the father of the child, but he wasn't about to speak our against it. He had stayed with her this long for a reason, and it wasn't because he felt sorry for her. He accepted the fact that they had some dirt of relationship, strange or not.
Once Jess left the room, her little comment gave Floyd assurance. He felt good to know she was still on his side, even though he was currently weak. After that, Abram and Floyd remained in the living room. It was more silent than the inside of their unworkable refrigerator, which sadly stored all their remaining food. Floyd turned towards Abeam after finishing his soup. "Where'd ya come from before runnin into us?" Floyd started. That silence between the two had become awkward. But after he asked the question, the silence returned. But once again, it was broken by another one of Floyd's questions. "How long do ya expect to stay here?"
He didn't like this situation, with the stranger and all. It wasn't like him to depend on anybody to aid him or Jess. He was a man and found his masculinity jeopardized by Abram's presence. The man was stepping in his place while he was injured. That.........that was unacceptable.
The soup had been heated to perfect temperature, something Floyd wasn't used to. Even before the breakout, the only hot food he ever had was the meat he cooked over the campfire. All other food - canned foods - were eaten cold, merely out of preference. Anyhow, the soup was pretty good, better than half the stuff they were forced to eat throughout their journey anyway.
The pain continued while he ate, but it wasn't as mesmerizing as it had been at first. It seemed as though he was slowly becoming immune to the pain. Having Jess by his side also helped lessen the mental toll. She was providing support and stability, things Floyd never experienced.
To disturb his peace, the soldier Abram came into the living room from the kitchen. The man was obviously bigger than Floyd - physically - but this didn't bother the redneck. Throughout his experiences in the new world, it has been shown that Floyd had hardly any fears. The man lived by a certain code that does not allow him to be afraid.
Anyway, when the soldier began to compliment Floyd's bravery, Floyd wasn't too find of that. He found the military man to be quite annoying. Floyd never had any good relations with men if the law. He had never become aquatinted with a soldier, but believed them to be just like cops. He didn't like cops, not one bit. Then suddenly the soldier began to speak about family and fathers, mothers.
When he mentioned Jess' medical health - meaning her pregnancy - Floyd stopped eating and became altered and defensive. He didn't like some random stranger speaking about her in any context. But then his eyes turned towards Jess when he called him the father of that unborn child. He spoke to him as though Jess was his woman, as though they were united by law or something.
That was not his child, it was not. Instead, the child belonged to a random deadbeat. Floyd couldn't even recall the monsters name, all he knew was that it pissed him off thinking about it. He couldn't bare the thought of Jess being hurt. He had been protecting her for a while now, and vice versa for that matter. Like him, she has also been there for him in time if need. The fact was. Floyd did indeed feel a bit disturbed to being called the father of the child, but he wasn't about to speak our against it. He had stayed with her this long for a reason, and it wasn't because he felt sorry for her. He accepted the fact that they had some dirt of relationship, strange or not.
Once Jess left the room, her little comment gave Floyd assurance. He felt good to know she was still on his side, even though he was currently weak. After that, Abram and Floyd remained in the living room. It was more silent than the inside of their unworkable refrigerator, which sadly stored all their remaining food. Floyd turned towards Abeam after finishing his soup. "Where'd ya come from before runnin into us?" Floyd started. That silence between the two had become awkward. But after he asked the question, the silence returned. But once again, it was broken by another one of Floyd's questions. "How long do ya expect to stay here?"
He didn't like this situation, with the stranger and all. It wasn't like him to depend on anybody to aid him or Jess. He was a man and found his masculinity jeopardized by Abram's presence. The man was stepping in his place while he was injured. That.........that was unacceptable.
Floyd - House - Jess/Abram
When he fell unconscious everything had turned to black. Not a single image popped in his head between his sudden sleep and his foreshadowed stir. There were no dreams, no nightmares that helped him pass time. But do not underestimate the pain the redneck was in. Regardless the lack of tainted conception, his physic was still being stirred by an outside force, in this case, a stranger named Abram.
In his sleep he could hear his own grunts echoing through the empty void in his mind. The pain was mesmerizing, but he held himself composed for the sake of the girl and her unborn child. He pushed himself to fight the growing pain and allow it to diminish as he was being treated. Outside of his helpless mind, Abram used medical supplies found in his truck to close the wound and prevent further bleeding. The pain Floyd felt at that moment was Abram's fingers twiddling around his vulnerable skin. It was like twenty needles slowly piercing the outer layer of his dermis.
At that exact moment his mind became clouded. He wasn't thinking straight and could only hear his own helpless screams. He called out to his beloved, but heard nothing in return. He called out again and the response was exactly the same............nothing. That's when he could see the outline of his body walking down a path. The path, like the rest of his clouded mind, was an effigy of darkness. The outline was white, exploding a straight path towards yet another outline. Once Floyd's conscious got there, he started to hear his name being called over and over. As he paid attention to the figure before him, he noticed the noise was coming from it. Floyd tried to speak, but nothing seemed to come out. "Floyd?" he heard yet again, the figure before him standing to become a large man. The man faced away from Floyd, but as it turned it transformed into a serpent that shot itself out to strike.It's venomous fangs came two inches from Floyd before the redneck woke.
Floyd's eyes opened widely as he sprung upward with a heavy breath. He looked side to side like a maniac who was lost in some kind of parallel universe. He then turned to his right to find Jess beside him. He wanted to hug her but as he moved towards her shoulders, his wound caused him to spring back into the couch. Once he realized he'd return, he started to breath normally again, stabilizing his heartbeat as he moved his hand to grasp hers. He looked at their united hands and started to play with her fingers a little. "Did he do this?" he asked her, wondering if it was the stranger who stitched him back up. Even though it was obvious, he still wanted an answer. "He didn't hurt you or anythin did he?" he added to his question. He felt as though once again he put them in this bad situation. He felt as though he had been too weak in a time where strength was necessary. He wanted to apologize but knew she didn't want to hear it. He couldn't even bring himself to look into her eyes because he feared resentment. He didn't even want to know how long he was out because he feared what had happened in the meantime.
Still he didn't trust the stranger, regardless his aid. Since his belief was that there were no good people out in the world, he trusted nobody. The only exception was the people that trusted him, which right now was only Jess. Their relationship was more complicated. Floyd then turned away from their hands and looked for the man to find him in the other room. He didn't say anything, just stared for a while before returning his attention to Jess. "Did ya eat? Don't go without eatin, it's not good for you nor the kid" Floyd worried. He wasn't sure how long she'd been by his side, but knew she was a little hardheaded. Even though he was the one that needed to be worried for, he was more concerned with Jess' health rather than his own.
When he fell unconscious everything had turned to black. Not a single image popped in his head between his sudden sleep and his foreshadowed stir. There were no dreams, no nightmares that helped him pass time. But do not underestimate the pain the redneck was in. Regardless the lack of tainted conception, his physic was still being stirred by an outside force, in this case, a stranger named Abram.
In his sleep he could hear his own grunts echoing through the empty void in his mind. The pain was mesmerizing, but he held himself composed for the sake of the girl and her unborn child. He pushed himself to fight the growing pain and allow it to diminish as he was being treated. Outside of his helpless mind, Abram used medical supplies found in his truck to close the wound and prevent further bleeding. The pain Floyd felt at that moment was Abram's fingers twiddling around his vulnerable skin. It was like twenty needles slowly piercing the outer layer of his dermis.
At that exact moment his mind became clouded. He wasn't thinking straight and could only hear his own helpless screams. He called out to his beloved, but heard nothing in return. He called out again and the response was exactly the same............nothing. That's when he could see the outline of his body walking down a path. The path, like the rest of his clouded mind, was an effigy of darkness. The outline was white, exploding a straight path towards yet another outline. Once Floyd's conscious got there, he started to hear his name being called over and over. As he paid attention to the figure before him, he noticed the noise was coming from it. Floyd tried to speak, but nothing seemed to come out. "Floyd?" he heard yet again, the figure before him standing to become a large man. The man faced away from Floyd, but as it turned it transformed into a serpent that shot itself out to strike.It's venomous fangs came two inches from Floyd before the redneck woke.
Floyd's eyes opened widely as he sprung upward with a heavy breath. He looked side to side like a maniac who was lost in some kind of parallel universe. He then turned to his right to find Jess beside him. He wanted to hug her but as he moved towards her shoulders, his wound caused him to spring back into the couch. Once he realized he'd return, he started to breath normally again, stabilizing his heartbeat as he moved his hand to grasp hers. He looked at their united hands and started to play with her fingers a little. "Did he do this?" he asked her, wondering if it was the stranger who stitched him back up. Even though it was obvious, he still wanted an answer. "He didn't hurt you or anythin did he?" he added to his question. He felt as though once again he put them in this bad situation. He felt as though he had been too weak in a time where strength was necessary. He wanted to apologize but knew she didn't want to hear it. He couldn't even bring himself to look into her eyes because he feared resentment. He didn't even want to know how long he was out because he feared what had happened in the meantime.
Still he didn't trust the stranger, regardless his aid. Since his belief was that there were no good people out in the world, he trusted nobody. The only exception was the people that trusted him, which right now was only Jess. Their relationship was more complicated. Floyd then turned away from their hands and looked for the man to find him in the other room. He didn't say anything, just stared for a while before returning his attention to Jess. "Did ya eat? Don't go without eatin, it's not good for you nor the kid" Floyd worried. He wasn't sure how long she'd been by his side, but knew she was a little hardheaded. Even though he was the one that needed to be worried for, he was more concerned with Jess' health rather than his own.
Floyd - House - Jess/Abram
The black man seemed to be as desperate as both Floyd and Jess. He disarmed himself and revealed to Floyd that he had decent amount of supplies - food. But in return for those services, he wanted to basically take shelter in the home Floyd and Jess settled. The last time a stranger showed up Floyd was shot down, so who knew what would happen now?
Floyd still held his hand behind the door, keeping it hidden from the man. Though all he held was a knife, the guy outside didn't know that so had to remain cautious, which he did. He was still over there by his truck keeping his distance from the house. It would seem he wanted conformation before stepping forth, which Floyd understood. But that wasn't what was running through the redneck's mind. All he could conjure up in his brain was the possible threat the man could become. At this point, Floyd was basically helpless. he was injured severely and would require at least a day or two to recover from such wound. In addition to that, he had a pregnant woman who he had to take care of and was failing to do so. She had just showed him that he can't make it in this world alone, that even Floyd needed help sometimes.
It was true that they were running out of food, the two had shown signs of gluttony and eaten a lot of what the house supplied for them. So the decision to allow this stranger in would be both risky and rewarding. This person wasn't another pregnant teenager, he was a grown ass man - muscles and everything. He hospitality and speech patterns made him seem a little strange, especially to Floyd - the redneck who believed nobody on earth is good. But the black man was right, Floyd wasn't feeling good, nor looking it. His face was dripping with sweat, not from fright or concentration, but from pain. He was hardly keeping his balance as he watched the black man from inside the home.
Then suddenly, the decision was made. Floyd dropped the knife, the clinging sound with the ground audible to the black man's ears. Floyd used his newly-empty hand to open the door entirely, showing the guy outside that he was no longer armed. "C'mon" was all Floyd said, allowing the black man to make his way towards the entrance. But as he did, Floyd's vision started to blur. He felt as though all his muscles began to shut down as he now found himself falling to his side. He used all his strength in attempt to catch something to hold himself up, but eventually fell as he clashed against the ground just like his knife. He looked down towards his wound, applying pressure into it. As he then pulled his hands away, they were tainted with blood. That was the last image Floyd saw before he fell unconscious once again. All that movement had re-opened his wound.
Robert - Haywood - Bull/Katie/Emma
As the two little girls busted through the so-guarded door, Robert turned to meet their eyes. The newcomer's eyes lit the room up like the solitary candle Robert illuminated earlier. Her eyes were like a purified lake, water so clean one could see straight into its bottomless depth. Compared to Emma - the other girl in the room - Katie was but a child. She was as naive as the rest of them though. The girl even revealed to Robert something she should have kept to herself
"So you are Tyler's daughter?" he started, the question irrelevant because he already knew the answer. "You have such pretty eyes little one" he continued, Katie running towards the defenseless raider. "Your friend here was the one being bad, just like your father" he stated, pausing after that comment. He walked towards Bull, but was met by the child's large charisma. "Who are you?"
"Why are you being scary? It's not nice.
Robert couldn't help but chuckle at the child's extreme maturity. She acted like she was older than most, as if she had the right to get answers. But like stated before, she was as naive as the rest.
"I am Robert Dalton, military leader for our beautiful town known as Haywood. But believe me when I tell you this child, I am not the scary one. I am a mere figurine to the fright your father brought to all these people. He was the scary one, not me" Robert answered, soon being addressed by the tied up raider. The man stated Tyler was killed by Haywood Militia.................he was most definitely wrong.
Robert then moved passed the child, his thigh running into her little stature and pushing her abruptly to the side. He once again stood before the raider before speaking directly to him. "Tyler yet lives pirate and I know you know where he stays!" he grunted, angered by the raider's lies. "We live under the rule of the man who failed to kill your leader. He was sent to those catacombs with a squad of about ten" he started, turning his head towards Emma before revealing the rest of the story. "But the man desired to move by his own agenda. He put his personal goal before the goal of the people who now call him Mayor. Instead of finding your leader, Tyler - the monster - and killing him, he decided to save the girl before you...........Emma. In the process, I lost six of my dear brothers. SIX! Lives lost to save the life of an impotent girl!" he yelled, turning back to Bull, watching the man from above.
He took Bull by the hair and pulled his head upwards, making the raider face him. "Look at me while I speak coward" he taunted, then switching his gaze to the little one. "Your father was a monster. He took mothers and daughter to the cells and did unimaginable things to them. For all you know he might have killed your mother! And he still holds breath. Let me tell you child..." he said, letting go of Bull and bending enough to be at eye level with Katie. "I will find your father. And when I do, I will unleash the wrath of Haywood upon his dying corpse. He will beg for his life like the coward he is. You've lived in his shadow far too long, I will set you free of his grasp" he told the blue-eyed kid.
"Amir! Amir!" Robert called out, the door suddenly opened by the guard outside. "Yes sir?" Amir responded as he entered the building. "Escort these two beautiful ladies to the mess hall please. Prepare for them a wondrous meal, they look very hungry" Robert commanded Amir who started to take the girls out of the room by force. Amir saw Bull int he background bleeding, but said nothing. He now understood what was happening, he had been there the day of the attack and knew the truth behind what occurred. The man still had mixed emotions though, never sure who he truly called leader.
Once they left the premises, Robert shut the door, locking it from inside this time. He returned to face Bull, picking up his face once again. "Now, I'm going to ask you yet again. Where is Tyler?!" he asked, a fist suddenly colliding with Bull's lower abdomen. "Where is Tyler?!!!" Another fist coming across his face, Robert's knuckles red as the blood that shot out of Bull.
The sound of a gun clocking them emerged from Robert's hands. On his right hand he held a pistol pointed straight at Bull. "If you do not tell me where Tyler is I will shoot you" he stated calmly, his pistol reaching Bull's forehead. "Do you think I'm joking!!!" Robert yelled, anger by the silence of the room. He switched his target and pointed the gun at Bull's foot, firing at it but missing barely. The man stared into the raider's eyes, his own red like the sun at dawn. Robert then put his weapon away and walked side to side - thinking - planning. "If you do not tell me where Tyler is next time, I will kill both your friends. First the woman.............then the child" Robert finished, walking out of the room before Bull had the chance to say anything.
As he exited the office, he ordered a couple of soldiers who were still on his side to move the prisoner to Bruce Levi's cells outside of Haywood. Daniel didn't know about them, nor did any of the uninformed militia guards. "Move him there this instant, we don't want to find ourselves in odds with our Mayor now do we?" And with that, Bull was taken to the cells all while Daniel enjoyed the company of Shannon, completely blind to the issues that occurred beneath his feet.
The black man seemed to be as desperate as both Floyd and Jess. He disarmed himself and revealed to Floyd that he had decent amount of supplies - food. But in return for those services, he wanted to basically take shelter in the home Floyd and Jess settled. The last time a stranger showed up Floyd was shot down, so who knew what would happen now?
Floyd still held his hand behind the door, keeping it hidden from the man. Though all he held was a knife, the guy outside didn't know that so had to remain cautious, which he did. He was still over there by his truck keeping his distance from the house. It would seem he wanted conformation before stepping forth, which Floyd understood. But that wasn't what was running through the redneck's mind. All he could conjure up in his brain was the possible threat the man could become. At this point, Floyd was basically helpless. he was injured severely and would require at least a day or two to recover from such wound. In addition to that, he had a pregnant woman who he had to take care of and was failing to do so. She had just showed him that he can't make it in this world alone, that even Floyd needed help sometimes.
It was true that they were running out of food, the two had shown signs of gluttony and eaten a lot of what the house supplied for them. So the decision to allow this stranger in would be both risky and rewarding. This person wasn't another pregnant teenager, he was a grown ass man - muscles and everything. He hospitality and speech patterns made him seem a little strange, especially to Floyd - the redneck who believed nobody on earth is good. But the black man was right, Floyd wasn't feeling good, nor looking it. His face was dripping with sweat, not from fright or concentration, but from pain. He was hardly keeping his balance as he watched the black man from inside the home.
Then suddenly, the decision was made. Floyd dropped the knife, the clinging sound with the ground audible to the black man's ears. Floyd used his newly-empty hand to open the door entirely, showing the guy outside that he was no longer armed. "C'mon" was all Floyd said, allowing the black man to make his way towards the entrance. But as he did, Floyd's vision started to blur. He felt as though all his muscles began to shut down as he now found himself falling to his side. He used all his strength in attempt to catch something to hold himself up, but eventually fell as he clashed against the ground just like his knife. He looked down towards his wound, applying pressure into it. As he then pulled his hands away, they were tainted with blood. That was the last image Floyd saw before he fell unconscious once again. All that movement had re-opened his wound.
Robert - Haywood - Bull/Katie/Emma
As the two little girls busted through the so-guarded door, Robert turned to meet their eyes. The newcomer's eyes lit the room up like the solitary candle Robert illuminated earlier. Her eyes were like a purified lake, water so clean one could see straight into its bottomless depth. Compared to Emma - the other girl in the room - Katie was but a child. She was as naive as the rest of them though. The girl even revealed to Robert something she should have kept to herself
"So you are Tyler's daughter?" he started, the question irrelevant because he already knew the answer. "You have such pretty eyes little one" he continued, Katie running towards the defenseless raider. "Your friend here was the one being bad, just like your father" he stated, pausing after that comment. He walked towards Bull, but was met by the child's large charisma. "Who are you?"
"Why are you being scary? It's not nice.
Robert couldn't help but chuckle at the child's extreme maturity. She acted like she was older than most, as if she had the right to get answers. But like stated before, she was as naive as the rest.
"I am Robert Dalton, military leader for our beautiful town known as Haywood. But believe me when I tell you this child, I am not the scary one. I am a mere figurine to the fright your father brought to all these people. He was the scary one, not me" Robert answered, soon being addressed by the tied up raider. The man stated Tyler was killed by Haywood Militia.................he was most definitely wrong.
Robert then moved passed the child, his thigh running into her little stature and pushing her abruptly to the side. He once again stood before the raider before speaking directly to him. "Tyler yet lives pirate and I know you know where he stays!" he grunted, angered by the raider's lies. "We live under the rule of the man who failed to kill your leader. He was sent to those catacombs with a squad of about ten" he started, turning his head towards Emma before revealing the rest of the story. "But the man desired to move by his own agenda. He put his personal goal before the goal of the people who now call him Mayor. Instead of finding your leader, Tyler - the monster - and killing him, he decided to save the girl before you...........Emma. In the process, I lost six of my dear brothers. SIX! Lives lost to save the life of an impotent girl!" he yelled, turning back to Bull, watching the man from above.
He took Bull by the hair and pulled his head upwards, making the raider face him. "Look at me while I speak coward" he taunted, then switching his gaze to the little one. "Your father was a monster. He took mothers and daughter to the cells and did unimaginable things to them. For all you know he might have killed your mother! And he still holds breath. Let me tell you child..." he said, letting go of Bull and bending enough to be at eye level with Katie. "I will find your father. And when I do, I will unleash the wrath of Haywood upon his dying corpse. He will beg for his life like the coward he is. You've lived in his shadow far too long, I will set you free of his grasp" he told the blue-eyed kid.
"Amir! Amir!" Robert called out, the door suddenly opened by the guard outside. "Yes sir?" Amir responded as he entered the building. "Escort these two beautiful ladies to the mess hall please. Prepare for them a wondrous meal, they look very hungry" Robert commanded Amir who started to take the girls out of the room by force. Amir saw Bull int he background bleeding, but said nothing. He now understood what was happening, he had been there the day of the attack and knew the truth behind what occurred. The man still had mixed emotions though, never sure who he truly called leader.
Once they left the premises, Robert shut the door, locking it from inside this time. He returned to face Bull, picking up his face once again. "Now, I'm going to ask you yet again. Where is Tyler?!" he asked, a fist suddenly colliding with Bull's lower abdomen. "Where is Tyler?!!!" Another fist coming across his face, Robert's knuckles red as the blood that shot out of Bull.
The sound of a gun clocking them emerged from Robert's hands. On his right hand he held a pistol pointed straight at Bull. "If you do not tell me where Tyler is I will shoot you" he stated calmly, his pistol reaching Bull's forehead. "Do you think I'm joking!!!" Robert yelled, anger by the silence of the room. He switched his target and pointed the gun at Bull's foot, firing at it but missing barely. The man stared into the raider's eyes, his own red like the sun at dawn. Robert then put his weapon away and walked side to side - thinking - planning. "If you do not tell me where Tyler is next time, I will kill both your friends. First the woman.............then the child" Robert finished, walking out of the room before Bull had the chance to say anything.
As he exited the office, he ordered a couple of soldiers who were still on his side to move the prisoner to Bruce Levi's cells outside of Haywood. Daniel didn't know about them, nor did any of the uninformed militia guards. "Move him there this instant, we don't want to find ourselves in odds with our Mayor now do we?" And with that, Bull was taken to the cells all while Daniel enjoyed the company of Shannon, completely blind to the issues that occurred beneath his feet.
Robert - Haywood
Once O'Conner revealed to him the location of the other raider, Robert nodded in appreciation. He let go of the patients hair and moved towards the exit. Before leaving he took one last look at the doctor. "You should worry more about our sick rather than these animals" he said right before leaving the infirmary, indicating that comment to both the thief and the unconscious raider. The man had a decently sized smile on his face. It was obvious he got the information he needed from the good doctor.
Robert then headed to the other side of the same building, which happened to be Daniel's office - the one that used to be his. The man took wide gliding steps, using his span to get places much faster and not seem as though he was in a hurry. He then confronted a guard once reaching the office entry. Robert was informed by the guard that Mayor Crowe - Daniel - ordered him to keep the raider within the office at all times, that the man must be detained there. "I shall speak with this raider brother" Robert told the guard as he attempted to walk through the doors, but was uncommonly met with force. The guard stepped between Robert and the door as he placed his hands on the officer's shoulder. "Sir, I was ordered to keep him isolated from everyone but the mayor" the guard informed Robert.
For a second Robert looked startled, but within a fraction of that regained his stature and rank. He brushed off the guards hand and pushed the rather small man towards the door, causing the guy's head to clash against the frame. "Step aside soldier" Robert demanded. "No can do sir. Again, I was ordered to-" he started but found himself cut off as Robert began to speak. "Your new orders are to stand aside. Now THAT is an order soldier!" Robert grunted fiercely, his neck pulsing from the inside. With fear just like Audrey's, the soldier moved away from the door and let Robert enter the premise. Once inside, the doors were once again shut.
The light inside the office hadn't changed a bit. It had that same gloomy look that it did when Levi stood in charge. Robert entered to find a rather large man sitting on a solitary chair. The shadows concealed his image, but once Robert lit one of the nearby candles, his face was visible. The man looked ragged, as if he'd been struggling all his life - which was indeed probable. Unlike most of the people of Haywood, this one seemed to be quite nourished, a big man. Robert didn't fear the man's height nor weight, at this moment he was stronger, had always been stronger for that matter. There was no comparison between the two, they looked like complete opposites. The large man was a murderer, a rapist, a sexually driven maniac. On the other hand, Robert saw himself to be the messiah of Haywood, a savior among the people who have yet not recognized him for that, but eventually will. The time would come where the truth will be revealed and the people will see what a failure Daniel has been for the passed three weeks.
But there would be no introduction, the raider deserved no such leeway. Robert busted into a power walk, pulled his pistol from the back of his belt and jammed it across the Bull's face, causing the man to spit blood from the side of his mouth. Since his hands were detained, there wasn't anything he could do but bleed. Robert proceeded by picking up the man's face with his left hand. He came in close to stare into the man's eyes. "Where is Tyler?"
Once O'Conner revealed to him the location of the other raider, Robert nodded in appreciation. He let go of the patients hair and moved towards the exit. Before leaving he took one last look at the doctor. "You should worry more about our sick rather than these animals" he said right before leaving the infirmary, indicating that comment to both the thief and the unconscious raider. The man had a decently sized smile on his face. It was obvious he got the information he needed from the good doctor.
Robert then headed to the other side of the same building, which happened to be Daniel's office - the one that used to be his. The man took wide gliding steps, using his span to get places much faster and not seem as though he was in a hurry. He then confronted a guard once reaching the office entry. Robert was informed by the guard that Mayor Crowe - Daniel - ordered him to keep the raider within the office at all times, that the man must be detained there. "I shall speak with this raider brother" Robert told the guard as he attempted to walk through the doors, but was uncommonly met with force. The guard stepped between Robert and the door as he placed his hands on the officer's shoulder. "Sir, I was ordered to keep him isolated from everyone but the mayor" the guard informed Robert.
For a second Robert looked startled, but within a fraction of that regained his stature and rank. He brushed off the guards hand and pushed the rather small man towards the door, causing the guy's head to clash against the frame. "Step aside soldier" Robert demanded. "No can do sir. Again, I was ordered to-" he started but found himself cut off as Robert began to speak. "Your new orders are to stand aside. Now THAT is an order soldier!" Robert grunted fiercely, his neck pulsing from the inside. With fear just like Audrey's, the soldier moved away from the door and let Robert enter the premise. Once inside, the doors were once again shut.
The light inside the office hadn't changed a bit. It had that same gloomy look that it did when Levi stood in charge. Robert entered to find a rather large man sitting on a solitary chair. The shadows concealed his image, but once Robert lit one of the nearby candles, his face was visible. The man looked ragged, as if he'd been struggling all his life - which was indeed probable. Unlike most of the people of Haywood, this one seemed to be quite nourished, a big man. Robert didn't fear the man's height nor weight, at this moment he was stronger, had always been stronger for that matter. There was no comparison between the two, they looked like complete opposites. The large man was a murderer, a rapist, a sexually driven maniac. On the other hand, Robert saw himself to be the messiah of Haywood, a savior among the people who have yet not recognized him for that, but eventually will. The time would come where the truth will be revealed and the people will see what a failure Daniel has been for the passed three weeks.
But there would be no introduction, the raider deserved no such leeway. Robert busted into a power walk, pulled his pistol from the back of his belt and jammed it across the Bull's face, causing the man to spit blood from the side of his mouth. Since his hands were detained, there wasn't anything he could do but bleed. Robert proceeded by picking up the man's face with his left hand. He came in close to stare into the man's eyes. "Where is Tyler?"
Floyd - House - Jess/Abram
The struggle to stand seemed to be an endless journey. First the grunts of pain, secondly the vigorous shaking of the legs. Jess' hands were like needles at this point. Even though the girl did her best to help him up, the tug was hurting Floyd more than she'd imagine. But of course Floyd didn't show her that pain, just held it in like the man he was.
Once standing, the blood from his heart rushed through the veins in his legs. The numbness in them faded quicker than the walker virus spread. He lay on the wall holding his side as he faced Jess. He was about to tell her something when a sudden knock abruptly caused a scene.
Helplessly, Floyd watched as Jess ran to the front door. It was too late to tell her to back away. The entire time she looked at him for guidance, for protection.
"What do we do?" she asked, her eyes filled with fear, or so they seemed.
Before deciding to speak, Floyd wanted to take a look at the situation at hand. He started dragging himself down the wall towards the door. At times, his shirt would catch the friction of the wall and tug him backwards. The sudden movement caused him pain, but again he forced himself to prevent showing it. Soon enough he was at the front door. Slowly and cautiously he peeked out the window and stared at the armed black man.
"Get me the knife!" Floyd whispered forcefully. He stretched out his hand waiting for his knife. Once he got it, Floyd turned towards Jess. "Go upstairs and lock yourself in the room, I'll get ya when it's all over" he ordered.
He waited for her to do so before moving on to the next step. He headed into the kitchen, grunting as his wound was being forced. He pulled his jacket from one of the chairs and out it on, covering all the blood and pain. He then struggled to get back to the front door but was able. Floyd proceeded by placing his hand on the knob, his blade on the other. He opened the door in a way that his right hand - the one holding the knife - was invisible.
He stared at the black man, watching him in silence. The two men just stood there, Floyd not saying a word. But the silence was broken when Floyd decided to speak. "What do ya want?!" He called out, stressing his vocal cords. And once again, the silence returned in a pause to hear the black man answer.
The struggle to stand seemed to be an endless journey. First the grunts of pain, secondly the vigorous shaking of the legs. Jess' hands were like needles at this point. Even though the girl did her best to help him up, the tug was hurting Floyd more than she'd imagine. But of course Floyd didn't show her that pain, just held it in like the man he was.
Once standing, the blood from his heart rushed through the veins in his legs. The numbness in them faded quicker than the walker virus spread. He lay on the wall holding his side as he faced Jess. He was about to tell her something when a sudden knock abruptly caused a scene.
Helplessly, Floyd watched as Jess ran to the front door. It was too late to tell her to back away. The entire time she looked at him for guidance, for protection.
"What do we do?" she asked, her eyes filled with fear, or so they seemed.
Before deciding to speak, Floyd wanted to take a look at the situation at hand. He started dragging himself down the wall towards the door. At times, his shirt would catch the friction of the wall and tug him backwards. The sudden movement caused him pain, but again he forced himself to prevent showing it. Soon enough he was at the front door. Slowly and cautiously he peeked out the window and stared at the armed black man.
"Get me the knife!" Floyd whispered forcefully. He stretched out his hand waiting for his knife. Once he got it, Floyd turned towards Jess. "Go upstairs and lock yourself in the room, I'll get ya when it's all over" he ordered.
He waited for her to do so before moving on to the next step. He headed into the kitchen, grunting as his wound was being forced. He pulled his jacket from one of the chairs and out it on, covering all the blood and pain. He then struggled to get back to the front door but was able. Floyd proceeded by placing his hand on the knob, his blade on the other. He opened the door in a way that his right hand - the one holding the knife - was invisible.
He stared at the black man, watching him in silence. The two men just stood there, Floyd not saying a word. But the silence was broken when Floyd decided to speak. "What do ya want?!" He called out, stressing his vocal cords. And once again, the silence returned in a pause to hear the black man answer.
Robert - Mess Hall/Haywood - Audrey
The words that struck Robert the most was the talk about the real Robert Dalton. She spoke to him as though he's changed, as though he's left the person he used to be. But she was blind, just like everybody else. They didn't see that Robert had not changed, they were the ones who changed. They became reliant on the person they thought a hero, they became reliant to a person that hid behind lies. Daniel had the opportunity to deny Robert's lies, to deny the fact that Tyler was dead, but he didn't. He took the selfish opportunity to take everything, to have the entire community of Haywood on his side. He did that because he knew that there would not be another way he'd be allowed into the salvation. If he told them that six men died for the lives of one single girl, the fathers and mothers of those soldiers would have wanted his head. If he told them that they failed to kill that monster, Haywood would want his head. He was a complete fraud, a weak man that dedicated himself only to his sister, sometimes not even that.
"You think Daniel is a better man than me?! You believe that that man, the one standing out there aiding a raider; You think he is better than me?! The man worries for a killer more than he worries about his sister. He worries about a killer more than he worries about you. I ask for you help, but you give me this? You stand before me to mock me?!" he yelled, taking a step which landed him right in front of Audrey. The girl was a mere child compared to him.
"What is it you wish to do? Will you take this opportunity to raise your weapon? Do you desire me dead, is that it?!" he added, pulling her arm along with her weapon. He forced the girl to hold the gun to his own chest. At that moment, Audrey was pointing the gun at Robert as the large man held her there. "How bout it then child? You think I've lost my way. You say I am no longer the man I once was, but you are wrong. But if you stand by your word, then fire. Pull the trigger to your weapon and end my life......"
A small pause came after that last line. "You are soft. Just like him. You are not willing to make the hard choices, you must have others make them for you. So your next plan is to tell Daniel of what I've done, to tell your guardian Henry. What will they do? Lock me up? Kill me even? I don't think so. For one, you have no proof that I am legible for what occurred in that farm. You think Anthony will speak to Daniel? I may have lost him, but he is no snitch that I guarantee. Secondly, if they decide to believe you, which is a very likable conclusion, I've done nothing but keep us safe. It was obvious those farmers were hostile. They pulled their weapons on my men, the did not deserve to be brought here to Haywood. For all we know, they could have been involved with Tyler. So.......with that said, what's your next move?" he questioned, the entire scene going black.
"BANG!!!!!!" a noise echoed as the darkness faded.
Then we see Robert had slammed the door of the mess hall making the loud echo, Audrey still frozen inside. The man starts walking towards the infirmary, passing by Daniel and Shannon on his way there. He remained quiet and said nothing to the two, completely ignoring them as he entered the infirmary without word. He looked towards O'Conner, eyeing the man to see yet another frightened face. It was clear that nobody trusted him anymore, at least a high percentage of Haywood didn't - the tenants excluded. But Robert's presence interrupted Riley's conversation with the little thief. "It seems the child still holds breath, how inconvenient" Robert begun. "And is that the raider?" he asked, walking towards Lauren's tranquil body. "She is prettier than I would have imagined. We always thought the raiders to be nothing but pirates" he added, standing tall before the injured woman.
He then returned his gaze to O'Conner. "I was informed three raiders entered out facility, so where exactly are the other two? Held captive I assume. Correct?" he questioned Riley. He wanted to know the location of the other raiders because he wanted to take a step to solving a certain dilemma. This was an opportunity Robert could not pass by. The raiders came to them, they didn't have to go out there and look for them. "But I doubt it. Daniel wouldn't do that now would he? You know O'Conner, Pacifist are known to be weak in this time period. There is no room for forgiveness and redemption. Daniel gives aid to this woman, what is he thinking? Does he desire to have her awaken and kill off the rest of our people? You were also there, you saw the horrors these people brought us, so why aid this woman? For all you know she could have been one of the people that killed ours" he said, playing with Lauren's hair. But then he stopped and started towards the exit. "So, where are the others?" he asked yet again before deciding to walk out.
Floyd - House - Jess
Slowly the light began to burn his eyes as the gap between his lids widened. His eyelashes weren't preventing the light from getting in, their purpose. The redneck forced his left hand up, grunting as he did. He used his forearm to block the oncoming light, his cauterized wound preventing some of his movements. As his pupils adjusted, he realized there was no light, it was merely the rooms luminosity.
For a second he was wondering where he lay. He turned his head side to side trying to make something out of his location. He starred at the ceiling fan above him for some time, realizing he hadn't moved an inch since the feud with the intruder. Then his entire body started to feel once again, the numbness leaving. First came the draft of cold air from the house, his skin shivering just a tad bit as it regulated. Then his legs awoke, Floyd twisting his ankles which made his wound sting. After that the feeling came running from the tip of his feet all the way passed his waist. The wound pounded like his heart, but even faster. It seemed like a heavy weight was on his abdomen, pushing him down like gravity. But unlike gravity, it stung him intensely every time he attempted to move.
Then that pain faded once Floyd regained the feeling in his hands. He felt another person's fingers interlocked with his, so turned his head to that direction - to his right. There, sleeping silently beside him was the girl. Floyd recalled the events of the night before, the girl struggling to save him, but succeeding. She was the one that stepped up and saved him this time. She did everything Floyd told her to do, from heating the blade to cauterizing the wound all by herself. Floyd basically owed her his life, not only that, but he was proud of her for the first time. He always thought her a girly girl, an inside woman. To him, she was one of those spoiled children who always had their butler doing whatever it is they needed to get done. But after last night, after not only hearing her back-story, but also saving him, his thoughts completely altered. But there she lay, her head on his chest like a sleeping child. She was peaceful, beautiful. He didn't want to disturb her peaceful rest - she deserved it - but had to in order to get up, or at least attempt to.
Floyd pulled his right hand away from Jess' and gently poked the girl on the shoulder. He might have done it more roughly than he should have. "Jess, wake up. Wake up Jess" he whispered to the girl. For a second he was wishing that everyday could be the same. Not the deadly intruder thing, but waking up to Jess, she was that beautiful in his eyes. He still didn't exactly know what had come over him, why he felt that way, but knew he did and wasn't really questioning it. It was one of those odd feelings that one does not understand, but isn't worth thinking about it because its for the best. "C'mon girl, wake up" he whispered again, taping his finger on her forehead this time.
The words that struck Robert the most was the talk about the real Robert Dalton. She spoke to him as though he's changed, as though he's left the person he used to be. But she was blind, just like everybody else. They didn't see that Robert had not changed, they were the ones who changed. They became reliant on the person they thought a hero, they became reliant to a person that hid behind lies. Daniel had the opportunity to deny Robert's lies, to deny the fact that Tyler was dead, but he didn't. He took the selfish opportunity to take everything, to have the entire community of Haywood on his side. He did that because he knew that there would not be another way he'd be allowed into the salvation. If he told them that six men died for the lives of one single girl, the fathers and mothers of those soldiers would have wanted his head. If he told them that they failed to kill that monster, Haywood would want his head. He was a complete fraud, a weak man that dedicated himself only to his sister, sometimes not even that.
"You think Daniel is a better man than me?! You believe that that man, the one standing out there aiding a raider; You think he is better than me?! The man worries for a killer more than he worries about his sister. He worries about a killer more than he worries about you. I ask for you help, but you give me this? You stand before me to mock me?!" he yelled, taking a step which landed him right in front of Audrey. The girl was a mere child compared to him.
"What is it you wish to do? Will you take this opportunity to raise your weapon? Do you desire me dead, is that it?!" he added, pulling her arm along with her weapon. He forced the girl to hold the gun to his own chest. At that moment, Audrey was pointing the gun at Robert as the large man held her there. "How bout it then child? You think I've lost my way. You say I am no longer the man I once was, but you are wrong. But if you stand by your word, then fire. Pull the trigger to your weapon and end my life......"
A small pause came after that last line. "You are soft. Just like him. You are not willing to make the hard choices, you must have others make them for you. So your next plan is to tell Daniel of what I've done, to tell your guardian Henry. What will they do? Lock me up? Kill me even? I don't think so. For one, you have no proof that I am legible for what occurred in that farm. You think Anthony will speak to Daniel? I may have lost him, but he is no snitch that I guarantee. Secondly, if they decide to believe you, which is a very likable conclusion, I've done nothing but keep us safe. It was obvious those farmers were hostile. They pulled their weapons on my men, the did not deserve to be brought here to Haywood. For all we know, they could have been involved with Tyler. So.......with that said, what's your next move?" he questioned, the entire scene going black.
"BANG!!!!!!" a noise echoed as the darkness faded.
Then we see Robert had slammed the door of the mess hall making the loud echo, Audrey still frozen inside. The man starts walking towards the infirmary, passing by Daniel and Shannon on his way there. He remained quiet and said nothing to the two, completely ignoring them as he entered the infirmary without word. He looked towards O'Conner, eyeing the man to see yet another frightened face. It was clear that nobody trusted him anymore, at least a high percentage of Haywood didn't - the tenants excluded. But Robert's presence interrupted Riley's conversation with the little thief. "It seems the child still holds breath, how inconvenient" Robert begun. "And is that the raider?" he asked, walking towards Lauren's tranquil body. "She is prettier than I would have imagined. We always thought the raiders to be nothing but pirates" he added, standing tall before the injured woman.
He then returned his gaze to O'Conner. "I was informed three raiders entered out facility, so where exactly are the other two? Held captive I assume. Correct?" he questioned Riley. He wanted to know the location of the other raiders because he wanted to take a step to solving a certain dilemma. This was an opportunity Robert could not pass by. The raiders came to them, they didn't have to go out there and look for them. "But I doubt it. Daniel wouldn't do that now would he? You know O'Conner, Pacifist are known to be weak in this time period. There is no room for forgiveness and redemption. Daniel gives aid to this woman, what is he thinking? Does he desire to have her awaken and kill off the rest of our people? You were also there, you saw the horrors these people brought us, so why aid this woman? For all you know she could have been one of the people that killed ours" he said, playing with Lauren's hair. But then he stopped and started towards the exit. "So, where are the others?" he asked yet again before deciding to walk out.
Floyd - House - Jess
Slowly the light began to burn his eyes as the gap between his lids widened. His eyelashes weren't preventing the light from getting in, their purpose. The redneck forced his left hand up, grunting as he did. He used his forearm to block the oncoming light, his cauterized wound preventing some of his movements. As his pupils adjusted, he realized there was no light, it was merely the rooms luminosity.
For a second he was wondering where he lay. He turned his head side to side trying to make something out of his location. He starred at the ceiling fan above him for some time, realizing he hadn't moved an inch since the feud with the intruder. Then his entire body started to feel once again, the numbness leaving. First came the draft of cold air from the house, his skin shivering just a tad bit as it regulated. Then his legs awoke, Floyd twisting his ankles which made his wound sting. After that the feeling came running from the tip of his feet all the way passed his waist. The wound pounded like his heart, but even faster. It seemed like a heavy weight was on his abdomen, pushing him down like gravity. But unlike gravity, it stung him intensely every time he attempted to move.
Then that pain faded once Floyd regained the feeling in his hands. He felt another person's fingers interlocked with his, so turned his head to that direction - to his right. There, sleeping silently beside him was the girl. Floyd recalled the events of the night before, the girl struggling to save him, but succeeding. She was the one that stepped up and saved him this time. She did everything Floyd told her to do, from heating the blade to cauterizing the wound all by herself. Floyd basically owed her his life, not only that, but he was proud of her for the first time. He always thought her a girly girl, an inside woman. To him, she was one of those spoiled children who always had their butler doing whatever it is they needed to get done. But after last night, after not only hearing her back-story, but also saving him, his thoughts completely altered. But there she lay, her head on his chest like a sleeping child. She was peaceful, beautiful. He didn't want to disturb her peaceful rest - she deserved it - but had to in order to get up, or at least attempt to.
Floyd pulled his right hand away from Jess' and gently poked the girl on the shoulder. He might have done it more roughly than he should have. "Jess, wake up. Wake up Jess" he whispered to the girl. For a second he was wishing that everyday could be the same. Not the deadly intruder thing, but waking up to Jess, she was that beautiful in his eyes. He still didn't exactly know what had come over him, why he felt that way, but knew he did and wasn't really questioning it. It was one of those odd feelings that one does not understand, but isn't worth thinking about it because its for the best. "C'mon girl, wake up" he whispered again, taping his finger on her forehead this time.
Floyd - House - Jess
His heart was pounding in his gash as the sizzling knife was being applied. The sound itself was horrific, but the pain was even worse. Floyd's head turned in every direction, the shirt still between his teeth. He grunted loudly, but had to force himself to endure that agony. His nails scratched at the lumber beneath him intensely, looking for something to hold, but finding nothing. At times he felt himself pounding the floor trying to transfer the pain to his palms, but was deemed useless.
Throughout the first round of sealing, Floyd could hear Jess' sobs over his own screams. He desired to pull away from his shirt and tell her everything would be alright, but couldn't. He himself wasn't sure what was going to happen, nor did he know if the wound would cauterize. In addition to that, if he pulled away from biting down on his shirt, he might completely pass out. Biting down on the shirt was an scapegoat from the pain. He focused on one thing rather than the other.
His hand suddenly clashed against Jess' leg, holding on to her thigh for dear life. But as he felt he was hurting her, he let go and held onto her clothing, his shut eyes facing in her direction as he continued to struggle against the pain. Now that the front side was shut, it was time to move onto the other side. With that continuing pain, Floyd turned so that Jess could place the knife on the opposite side. The wound looked nearly identical, just a bit smaller in radius. His hand had to move to support his backside, the hand that was holding on to his protector. It may be ironic, but Floyd saw Jess as his protector, not the other way around. In his eyes, she was the one who saved him. She helped him open up and become the person he should have been for years. She opened his eyes to reality, revealing to him the monster he was hiding within. But now he finally became the person he so long desired to be, and it was all thanks to her tolerance of his uttering rage. She stayed with him throughout hard times and more. She was willing to see beyond his wrathful nature, seeing the little things that made him good. She was definitely one of a kind.
But suddenly, those thoughts faded as everything followed. All his thoughts, all his feelings just turned to pitch black as the blade was pressed against his back. Floyd's muscles just turned completely off, allowing his body parts to crash against the hard floor. His wounds just smoked as his body lay motionless on the ground. He looked like a manikin for a second, hopeless, weak. But even in this dark situation, this helpless remedy for cries, there was still light. Before passing out, Floyd had reached his hand out once again. Even with his eyes closed he was able to find the hand of his savior. His grip was stronger than ever before.
His heart was pounding in his gash as the sizzling knife was being applied. The sound itself was horrific, but the pain was even worse. Floyd's head turned in every direction, the shirt still between his teeth. He grunted loudly, but had to force himself to endure that agony. His nails scratched at the lumber beneath him intensely, looking for something to hold, but finding nothing. At times he felt himself pounding the floor trying to transfer the pain to his palms, but was deemed useless.
Throughout the first round of sealing, Floyd could hear Jess' sobs over his own screams. He desired to pull away from his shirt and tell her everything would be alright, but couldn't. He himself wasn't sure what was going to happen, nor did he know if the wound would cauterize. In addition to that, if he pulled away from biting down on his shirt, he might completely pass out. Biting down on the shirt was an scapegoat from the pain. He focused on one thing rather than the other.
His hand suddenly clashed against Jess' leg, holding on to her thigh for dear life. But as he felt he was hurting her, he let go and held onto her clothing, his shut eyes facing in her direction as he continued to struggle against the pain. Now that the front side was shut, it was time to move onto the other side. With that continuing pain, Floyd turned so that Jess could place the knife on the opposite side. The wound looked nearly identical, just a bit smaller in radius. His hand had to move to support his backside, the hand that was holding on to his protector. It may be ironic, but Floyd saw Jess as his protector, not the other way around. In his eyes, she was the one who saved him. She helped him open up and become the person he should have been for years. She opened his eyes to reality, revealing to him the monster he was hiding within. But now he finally became the person he so long desired to be, and it was all thanks to her tolerance of his uttering rage. She stayed with him throughout hard times and more. She was willing to see beyond his wrathful nature, seeing the little things that made him good. She was definitely one of a kind.
But suddenly, those thoughts faded as everything followed. All his thoughts, all his feelings just turned to pitch black as the blade was pressed against his back. Floyd's muscles just turned completely off, allowing his body parts to crash against the hard floor. His wounds just smoked as his body lay motionless on the ground. He looked like a manikin for a second, hopeless, weak. But even in this dark situation, this helpless remedy for cries, there was still light. Before passing out, Floyd had reached his hand out once again. Even with his eyes closed he was able to find the hand of his savior. His grip was stronger than ever before.
Floyd - House - Jess
Everything was going grey, or so it seemed. The colors around just faded like old wounds. The light dimmed as his eyes grew weary. His hands went numb for a second, but returned to feel the uneasiness of the blood. He couldn't turn his neck to look at his side, only stared up into the ceiling as the motionless fan seemed to turn on its own. He tried to breath but it proved difficult. His chest felt heavy and so did all his other body parts.
Suddenly, a voice called to him. "Floyd" it shouted, the echo growing louder as the voice neared. A shadow covered up the remaining light, taking Floyd's eyes away from the fan above. He turned to the figure as it repeated the word no over and over, like a short harmony. The voice was sweet at times, but the worried tone worried Floyd. For a second he had no idea what had just occurred, instead was living in his own world.
But as the figure embraced him, his eyes truly opened to reality. Jess was on her knees trying to prevent any further blood loss using the bottom of her shirt. Floyd turned his neck so he could see the wound. He noticed that not only was he bleeding from the front of his stomach, but also from the opposite side. This meant that the bullet penetrated him all the way, going straight across the side of his abdomen. During this time Jess continued to worry for him, asking him for directions on what to do. The girl was lost in the moment. She was also not prepared to aid a man with any kind of medical support.
Floyd had never been shot before, but he had been stabbed once or twice so knew exactly how to cauterize the wound. He placed his left hand on the hole in his side and pressed hard into it, preventing the blood flow. His right hand held onto Jess' wrist, pulling the girls attention.
"Listen to me, listen to me. First I need ya to calm down. Calm down Jess, calm down" he said, his hand reaching up to her cheek. He used his thumb to wipe away some of her tears. "Okay. Now, go get the lighter from my bag and my knife" he started, pressing on his wound as she did those things. Once she returned he continued the process. "Heat up the knife" he ordered, his speech not impaired by the inflicting pain he felt. For some reason, the pain made him speak faster though as if he was running out of time. He then rolled up his shirt and put the edge of it and every piece of it he could fit into his mouth. He nodded to Jess to proceed; he was certain she knew what to do. She would have to do it to both sides of his body due to the bullets complete penetration.
Robert - Haywood Mess Hall - Audrey
As the young woman sat in the stool motionless in fear, Robert did not even acknowledge her presence. He just sat there, ticking his fingers on the counter with ease. But even with that, his facial expression did not hide his feelings. One could see the rage he was holding inside, the monstrous fury that would make any person abandon sanity. But the awkward silence grew too still, Robert turned to face Audrey.
"I was just radioed in. I was informed that three possible raider affiliated persons have entered our facility. I was informed that both you and Henry were the ones to bring them in. At first I was relieved that we caught the three monsters, but before you entered, I was also told they were not detained. Instead, one of them is now being given medical care" Robert started, his eyes growing even darker as his words progressed.
"Did you know that our medical supplies have decreased drastically in the last three weeks. And as you know, it has become more difficult to find what we need out there during our scavenging runs. Which brings me to my next point. What exactly were you doing outside of the city walls when my men were doing their scheduled runs? You and Henry were originally scheduled for guard duty am I right? Don't answer that" he continued as he took a couple of steps towards her, not standing about three or five feet away.
"I know exactly where you were. Both you and Henry. Let me guess, Daniel sent y'all to watch over my men, see what they were up to. Well since you already know, there is no point in denying it now is there?" Bruce asked, not waiting nor wanting a response. "I ordered my men to take that farm so that Haywood may have a stable food supply. Like our medicine, our food has also decreased. I've warned Daniel to tell the people that the rations require lowering, but he is deaf to wise word. The man does not see things the way I see them. He is a fool that requires teaching. I sent my men out there to kill those farmers in order to prevent having three more mouths to feed. That could have been your food given to a mere farmer. You'd of starved to near death before you'd be able to see another ration of bread. But I don't understand. I do not get what you people see in that Daniel. The man is more concerned for a little thief than his own sister, than his own people. The mayor's duty is to serve us, not the enemy. He allows a raider - the same people that have brought us hell - to live? Three weeks ago we went on a mission to end the life of these raiders! You were there Audrey, your friends and brothers were killed by those monsters. But now you stand beside the man who wishes to aid them? Have you no shame?!" he yelled, his voice as invigorating as a demon.
Robert stepped up to stand right before Audrey, his hand on the counter next to her right shoulder. "If you've not noticed, you are the only woman left in our barracks. Before Daniel took in all these new people, you were the only woman not traded to Tyler and his men. Do you know why? Do you know why you were excluded in the trades? Let me tell you why" he said, pausing for a second before continuing.
"One of my men. A man who I saw as my brother had passionate feeling for you. He never told you because he feared to anger Henry and destroy your relationship with the man. But deep down he told me he desired you. Therefore, I stepped in for him, for my brother. I told Eli to prevent Levi from selling you off to Tyler. He and I were the reason you stayed safe this entire time, not Daniel. He has no idea what any of us have been through, yet he is now our leader? After the death of our leaders, I was the most reliable choice, I was the right choice. But of course, these people desire the hero rather than the person who's saved them from the shadows. You know the truth. You know what happened in those ruins. Daniel chose one person and in the process lost six. He gave up the lives of six of our brothers to save his sister. He is here to fulfill his own selfish desires, not the ones best for Haywood. You've been here long enough to know I am the suitable choice. You know I would dedicate my life for these people, yet you stand by the "hero". Has he not taken enough from me? First my reputation, my rank. Secondly, he's taken my desires, my long lasting want to become your leader. He has taken many of my men, not only their lives, but also their mind. My best man, the one that spoke of you greatly, just left my side to join his. He killed off one of his own men just to prevent his further affiliation with I. But I don't see him as a murder. He is a survivor that man, that Anthony. He makes the right choice at the right time. It is true, I am failing this community. I am falling to my own helpless desire. I have nobody backing me up in this. I have not one. All I am trying to do is protect everyone here in Haywood. Every decision I make is to ensure our survival. Daniel on the other hand has prevent us from doing so. The man has just accepted a thief into our town. He is currently giving a raider medical treatment, wasting it on a murderer rather than saving it for our own people. He feeds these animals! Treats them like tenants! They are the enemy, the must be locked away in the pits of hell for eternity!!" he angered, his fist ramming the tabletop.
"What do you see in that man that I am so blind to capture?! Have I not done enough to earn my place as your leader?! He is a fraud, hiding behind the lies I failed to reveal! If I tell these people the truth, they will turn to me for guidance, but if I do so their fear will rise into the heavens. Can't you see Audrey, I kill myself for these people. I suffer for their sake, for their survival. Speak to them and tell them of my grace. Tell them that I am the right person to lead them. I'm asking for you aid at this moment. Help me like I helped you."
Everything was going grey, or so it seemed. The colors around just faded like old wounds. The light dimmed as his eyes grew weary. His hands went numb for a second, but returned to feel the uneasiness of the blood. He couldn't turn his neck to look at his side, only stared up into the ceiling as the motionless fan seemed to turn on its own. He tried to breath but it proved difficult. His chest felt heavy and so did all his other body parts.
Suddenly, a voice called to him. "Floyd" it shouted, the echo growing louder as the voice neared. A shadow covered up the remaining light, taking Floyd's eyes away from the fan above. He turned to the figure as it repeated the word no over and over, like a short harmony. The voice was sweet at times, but the worried tone worried Floyd. For a second he had no idea what had just occurred, instead was living in his own world.
But as the figure embraced him, his eyes truly opened to reality. Jess was on her knees trying to prevent any further blood loss using the bottom of her shirt. Floyd turned his neck so he could see the wound. He noticed that not only was he bleeding from the front of his stomach, but also from the opposite side. This meant that the bullet penetrated him all the way, going straight across the side of his abdomen. During this time Jess continued to worry for him, asking him for directions on what to do. The girl was lost in the moment. She was also not prepared to aid a man with any kind of medical support.
Floyd had never been shot before, but he had been stabbed once or twice so knew exactly how to cauterize the wound. He placed his left hand on the hole in his side and pressed hard into it, preventing the blood flow. His right hand held onto Jess' wrist, pulling the girls attention.
"Listen to me, listen to me. First I need ya to calm down. Calm down Jess, calm down" he said, his hand reaching up to her cheek. He used his thumb to wipe away some of her tears. "Okay. Now, go get the lighter from my bag and my knife" he started, pressing on his wound as she did those things. Once she returned he continued the process. "Heat up the knife" he ordered, his speech not impaired by the inflicting pain he felt. For some reason, the pain made him speak faster though as if he was running out of time. He then rolled up his shirt and put the edge of it and every piece of it he could fit into his mouth. He nodded to Jess to proceed; he was certain she knew what to do. She would have to do it to both sides of his body due to the bullets complete penetration.
Robert - Haywood Mess Hall - Audrey
As the young woman sat in the stool motionless in fear, Robert did not even acknowledge her presence. He just sat there, ticking his fingers on the counter with ease. But even with that, his facial expression did not hide his feelings. One could see the rage he was holding inside, the monstrous fury that would make any person abandon sanity. But the awkward silence grew too still, Robert turned to face Audrey.
"I was just radioed in. I was informed that three possible raider affiliated persons have entered our facility. I was informed that both you and Henry were the ones to bring them in. At first I was relieved that we caught the three monsters, but before you entered, I was also told they were not detained. Instead, one of them is now being given medical care" Robert started, his eyes growing even darker as his words progressed.
"Did you know that our medical supplies have decreased drastically in the last three weeks. And as you know, it has become more difficult to find what we need out there during our scavenging runs. Which brings me to my next point. What exactly were you doing outside of the city walls when my men were doing their scheduled runs? You and Henry were originally scheduled for guard duty am I right? Don't answer that" he continued as he took a couple of steps towards her, not standing about three or five feet away.
"I know exactly where you were. Both you and Henry. Let me guess, Daniel sent y'all to watch over my men, see what they were up to. Well since you already know, there is no point in denying it now is there?" Bruce asked, not waiting nor wanting a response. "I ordered my men to take that farm so that Haywood may have a stable food supply. Like our medicine, our food has also decreased. I've warned Daniel to tell the people that the rations require lowering, but he is deaf to wise word. The man does not see things the way I see them. He is a fool that requires teaching. I sent my men out there to kill those farmers in order to prevent having three more mouths to feed. That could have been your food given to a mere farmer. You'd of starved to near death before you'd be able to see another ration of bread. But I don't understand. I do not get what you people see in that Daniel. The man is more concerned for a little thief than his own sister, than his own people. The mayor's duty is to serve us, not the enemy. He allows a raider - the same people that have brought us hell - to live? Three weeks ago we went on a mission to end the life of these raiders! You were there Audrey, your friends and brothers were killed by those monsters. But now you stand beside the man who wishes to aid them? Have you no shame?!" he yelled, his voice as invigorating as a demon.
Robert stepped up to stand right before Audrey, his hand on the counter next to her right shoulder. "If you've not noticed, you are the only woman left in our barracks. Before Daniel took in all these new people, you were the only woman not traded to Tyler and his men. Do you know why? Do you know why you were excluded in the trades? Let me tell you why" he said, pausing for a second before continuing.
"One of my men. A man who I saw as my brother had passionate feeling for you. He never told you because he feared to anger Henry and destroy your relationship with the man. But deep down he told me he desired you. Therefore, I stepped in for him, for my brother. I told Eli to prevent Levi from selling you off to Tyler. He and I were the reason you stayed safe this entire time, not Daniel. He has no idea what any of us have been through, yet he is now our leader? After the death of our leaders, I was the most reliable choice, I was the right choice. But of course, these people desire the hero rather than the person who's saved them from the shadows. You know the truth. You know what happened in those ruins. Daniel chose one person and in the process lost six. He gave up the lives of six of our brothers to save his sister. He is here to fulfill his own selfish desires, not the ones best for Haywood. You've been here long enough to know I am the suitable choice. You know I would dedicate my life for these people, yet you stand by the "hero". Has he not taken enough from me? First my reputation, my rank. Secondly, he's taken my desires, my long lasting want to become your leader. He has taken many of my men, not only their lives, but also their mind. My best man, the one that spoke of you greatly, just left my side to join his. He killed off one of his own men just to prevent his further affiliation with I. But I don't see him as a murder. He is a survivor that man, that Anthony. He makes the right choice at the right time. It is true, I am failing this community. I am falling to my own helpless desire. I have nobody backing me up in this. I have not one. All I am trying to do is protect everyone here in Haywood. Every decision I make is to ensure our survival. Daniel on the other hand has prevent us from doing so. The man has just accepted a thief into our town. He is currently giving a raider medical treatment, wasting it on a murderer rather than saving it for our own people. He feeds these animals! Treats them like tenants! They are the enemy, the must be locked away in the pits of hell for eternity!!" he angered, his fist ramming the tabletop.
"What do you see in that man that I am so blind to capture?! Have I not done enough to earn my place as your leader?! He is a fraud, hiding behind the lies I failed to reveal! If I tell these people the truth, they will turn to me for guidance, but if I do so their fear will rise into the heavens. Can't you see Audrey, I kill myself for these people. I suffer for their sake, for their survival. Speak to them and tell them of my grace. Tell them that I am the right person to lead them. I'm asking for you aid at this moment. Help me like I helped you."
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