Anthony - Haywood - Daniel
After Daniel was allowed into his apartment room, Anthony felt threatened by the man's physical approach. He pushed Anthony backwards and ordered him to reveal the location of the cells. Anthony felt disrespected since he had just finished helping the man, though he never wanted anybody knowing he was the one helping in the first place. But as of now, he had become involved and would most likely get even deeper into the situation.
"Look man, you don't get to just come into my room like this! Who are you to tell me what to do huh? Coming in here with a gun strapped to your side and shit, what's your problem?" Anthony started, walking passed Daniel and closing the door to the room. He then returned his gaze to his 'mayor'. "Look here, I'm not helping you because I like you. I'm helping you because I don't want Audrey to get hurt because you're unable to do anything about Robert. What did you expect by coming here huh? You expect me to just tell you where the cells are so that you can go kill Robert in cold blood? Is that what you want to do?" he question, pausing a little but not waiting for an answer.
"That wont work. If you go down there and kill him, then what? You think everything will go back to normal? Look here man, if you do that, then what's everybody gonna think? Nobody even knows he left. You think his disappearance isn't going to have everybody questioning what happened? And to answer those questions, they'll turn to you. And you will fall to the pressure because that's the kind of person you are Daniel. You're growing weak man, hesitant, and you're not making the right decisions anymore."
Anthony walked across Daniel and got a water bottle to drink. After gulping down some of it, he returned to continue speaking. "It's simple. The right choice is the one that keeps us alive. You wanna beat Robert, than kill him in his own turf, not out there where everyone will start questioning. You wont be able to save that raider, so forget it. He was scum anyway, he shouldn't matter to you. Right now you have to worry about your people, not one of those pirates. You have this enact man, you worry about all these people, but not the ones you should be worrying about. Who do you think you've got on your side huh? You could start naming all these people, but you wouldn't be at all accurate. How do you think that Robert is always a step ahead of you huh? See, I ask you all these questions, yet you can't answer any of them because you're stunned. So don't worry about it, just listen. If you really want to expose Robert, than get everybody in Haywood that's on your side and meet him at the gates when he returns. That's when you'll inform everyone of what he's done. Believe me, these tenants are eavesdroppers, they'll show up like a crowd at a concert. But you'll have to watch out because he wont face you alone, like you, he has his own supporters and his own information on you. If you fail to get the people on your side, then after the firefight - one that will occur - then it will have all been pointless."
"No go. Get all your people and arm them to the necks. If you really want to get rid of him, it'll have to happen at the Haywood gates. Just make sure that before the battle, the people are on your side, not his. If you let him live by the end of today, not only you, but your people will end up dead. Don't let Audrey or anybody get hurt."
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AnnaBeth said
Thanks ER Buddy :) My lungs are completely fluid free. So, I'm good to run MARATHONS...well...not really, but in my head I am!
Well, it's good to hear ur doin better. Just keep muvin!
AnnaBeth said
So...I'm sorry about the delays and everything due to my stupid lungs.Have I been kicked, or can I go ahead and post from where I left off?
Post where u left off ER Buddy. We haven't forgotten ya.
Floyd - Exit
Though she didn't catch sight of him, Floyd saw Jess walk across the hallway. He heard the creaking stairs as she slowly walked up it. He was in the living room, which was the reason she hadn't seen him at the time. He was staring across the kitchen until he lost sight of her. But as he turned, he saw the soldier siting in the chair behind him. He understood that Jess had made an executive decision for once and allowed the man to stay with them.
Floyd still didn't like the idea of a stranger living with them for the time being, but he no longer felt he had word in the group. At that moment, he didn't even want to have anything to say to anybody, but unfortunately he did. He faced the man with his arms crossed along his torso, his body leaning backwards a little. He then reached over to where he had left his knife and placed it in the small sheath on his belt. He proceeded by getting his jacket from the chair opposite to Abram, putting it on and adjusting it.
"I'm gonna go out for a bit" he started, sitting down to fix the laces of his boots. After getting back up he put the pistol Abram had given him on the tabletop near the man. He still had those squinting eyes he always bore, which seemed devilish or even dark. But in reality, those eyes have just seen so much shit they nearly turned into it. But even through those clouded eyes, he could still see. He could see the people before him, he could see who they were, who they though they were, and who they wanted to be. But at this moment of weakness, he allowed himself to see one thing in Abram: reliability.
"Keep her safe" he instructed Abram before heading for the door. He opened the darn thing and stepped out. At that time it was still sunny and would be perfect for hunting. It was time for him to clear his mind as he did what he does best.
Though she didn't catch sight of him, Floyd saw Jess walk across the hallway. He heard the creaking stairs as she slowly walked up it. He was in the living room, which was the reason she hadn't seen him at the time. He was staring across the kitchen until he lost sight of her. But as he turned, he saw the soldier siting in the chair behind him. He understood that Jess had made an executive decision for once and allowed the man to stay with them.
Floyd still didn't like the idea of a stranger living with them for the time being, but he no longer felt he had word in the group. At that moment, he didn't even want to have anything to say to anybody, but unfortunately he did. He faced the man with his arms crossed along his torso, his body leaning backwards a little. He then reached over to where he had left his knife and placed it in the small sheath on his belt. He proceeded by getting his jacket from the chair opposite to Abram, putting it on and adjusting it.
"I'm gonna go out for a bit" he started, sitting down to fix the laces of his boots. After getting back up he put the pistol Abram had given him on the tabletop near the man. He still had those squinting eyes he always bore, which seemed devilish or even dark. But in reality, those eyes have just seen so much shit they nearly turned into it. But even through those clouded eyes, he could still see. He could see the people before him, he could see who they were, who they though they were, and who they wanted to be. But at this moment of weakness, he allowed himself to see one thing in Abram: reliability.
"Keep her safe" he instructed Abram before heading for the door. He opened the darn thing and stepped out. At that time it was still sunny and would be perfect for hunting. It was time for him to clear his mind as he did what he does best.
Floyd - House - Jess
The redneck's eyes widened as the pregnant girl slammed the door before him. His hand had lost the grip of the handle and watched as the door lay shut. He was definitely not expecting Jess to act this way. He couldn't help but question her anger, question what exactly made her snap. He'd been treating her this way all along, to him it was a normal thing, but he figured that Jess didn't think that way.
As she spoke, he just stared and listened. He didn't show any emotion in his face, not guilt, not anger, not happiness, nothing. His eyes were as squinted as always, his lips looking thin. He had crossed his arms as he continued to listen. But though he physically felt neutral, inside he was feeling all kinds of ways. Inside he did feel guilt, anger, irritation. He felt every negative emotion a human possessed. When her finger came in contact with his torso, he himself snapped, but only in his head.
Even through that cloud of emotions, Floyd made out one that made sense. He now understood he had done her wrong all along. She was right, she wasn't a child, she wasn't someone who always needed protection at all times. Jess is with child, but she was not helpless. With her words that instant, Floyd understood that she herself understood the world now. When they first met, she was a bit naive. Floyd didn't notice that Jess left that behind a while ago. He continued to treat her the same way that he had back when they first met. He wasn't used to change, because for him - and for him alone - nothing had changed. He still felt as though there really wasn't anybody who understood this new world like he does. Since he's living he same life he had been before the outbreak, he felt that he was already prepared for all of this. In addition, he didn't think Jess would ever be ready, but he was awfully wrong.
All he wanted to do was protect her. Not because she was a burden to him, not because he saw her as a child - though he treated her like one at times -, but because he cared. Though he showed it in an odd way, he truly cared for her and her child, even though it wasn't his. She was the only exception to one of the rules of the code he lived under. His code stated that there weren't any good people in this world nor the one before. But to him, Jess was good people. She was actually a great person. She cared, she showed compassion, comfort, sympathy. She had all the traits of a good person, and to be completely honest, Floyd sometimes felt a little jealous that he himself wasn't and couldn't show those same emotions.
This entire time he's tried to show those emotions, but it was obvious at this time that he failed. He's been wanting to provide her with everything that he'd never been given. Nobody was ever there for Floyd. Nobody was ever there to ground him when he did something bad, nobody was ever there when he achieved something. Nobody was ever there for him at all. Maybe if he had somebody that protected him, maybe if he had somebody at all during his childhood, he'd of never turned out the dick he was today. Floyd understands that he has anger issues. He understands that he can sometimes come off more aggressive than he probably intended, but there has been nobody in his life that has told him that he shouldn't act that way. Not until now that is.
What Jess basically said was that she was tired of the way he was treating her. Not the way he was protecting her, not the way he was providing for her, but the way he showed compassion. She was tired of the way he dealt with things, tired of his actions and negative emotions. She wanted him to show compassion in other ways, something Floyd didn't really know what to do, but had to find a way. He wanted to change, but was struggling to do so. He never wanted to anger her or make her sad or whatever, he just wants to protect her.
Therefore, once she turned away from him, once she no longer faced him, he opened the door yet again. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired of losing people that's all" he said before entering the house, the door closing after him. But right before it closed: "I'm tryin to change."
The redneck's eyes widened as the pregnant girl slammed the door before him. His hand had lost the grip of the handle and watched as the door lay shut. He was definitely not expecting Jess to act this way. He couldn't help but question her anger, question what exactly made her snap. He'd been treating her this way all along, to him it was a normal thing, but he figured that Jess didn't think that way.
As she spoke, he just stared and listened. He didn't show any emotion in his face, not guilt, not anger, not happiness, nothing. His eyes were as squinted as always, his lips looking thin. He had crossed his arms as he continued to listen. But though he physically felt neutral, inside he was feeling all kinds of ways. Inside he did feel guilt, anger, irritation. He felt every negative emotion a human possessed. When her finger came in contact with his torso, he himself snapped, but only in his head.
Even through that cloud of emotions, Floyd made out one that made sense. He now understood he had done her wrong all along. She was right, she wasn't a child, she wasn't someone who always needed protection at all times. Jess is with child, but she was not helpless. With her words that instant, Floyd understood that she herself understood the world now. When they first met, she was a bit naive. Floyd didn't notice that Jess left that behind a while ago. He continued to treat her the same way that he had back when they first met. He wasn't used to change, because for him - and for him alone - nothing had changed. He still felt as though there really wasn't anybody who understood this new world like he does. Since he's living he same life he had been before the outbreak, he felt that he was already prepared for all of this. In addition, he didn't think Jess would ever be ready, but he was awfully wrong.
All he wanted to do was protect her. Not because she was a burden to him, not because he saw her as a child - though he treated her like one at times -, but because he cared. Though he showed it in an odd way, he truly cared for her and her child, even though it wasn't his. She was the only exception to one of the rules of the code he lived under. His code stated that there weren't any good people in this world nor the one before. But to him, Jess was good people. She was actually a great person. She cared, she showed compassion, comfort, sympathy. She had all the traits of a good person, and to be completely honest, Floyd sometimes felt a little jealous that he himself wasn't and couldn't show those same emotions.
This entire time he's tried to show those emotions, but it was obvious at this time that he failed. He's been wanting to provide her with everything that he'd never been given. Nobody was ever there for Floyd. Nobody was ever there to ground him when he did something bad, nobody was ever there when he achieved something. Nobody was ever there for him at all. Maybe if he had somebody that protected him, maybe if he had somebody at all during his childhood, he'd of never turned out the dick he was today. Floyd understands that he has anger issues. He understands that he can sometimes come off more aggressive than he probably intended, but there has been nobody in his life that has told him that he shouldn't act that way. Not until now that is.
What Jess basically said was that she was tired of the way he was treating her. Not the way he was protecting her, not the way he was providing for her, but the way he showed compassion. She was tired of the way he dealt with things, tired of his actions and negative emotions. She wanted him to show compassion in other ways, something Floyd didn't really know what to do, but had to find a way. He wanted to change, but was struggling to do so. He never wanted to anger her or make her sad or whatever, he just wants to protect her.
Therefore, once she turned away from him, once she no longer faced him, he opened the door yet again. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired of losing people that's all" he said before entering the house, the door closing after him. But right before it closed: "I'm tryin to change."
Robert - Cell - Bull
The raider's words echoed repeatedly through Robert's clouded mind. Images from the past - the past even before the outbreak. Once again the man started to play with the crowbar as he walked side to side as though he were about to say something.
"Those words are far too familiar to me. Allow me to share.." Robert started, laying his back on a nearby wall as he stared at the crowbar in his hands. He looked rather happy at this moment, as though his story brought great memories to him. "I was once a soldier in our armed forces. A general actually. About six years before the outbreak, I was sent to Afghanistan with several of my most trusted men. Within weeks of arriving, our base was ambushed and bombarded. Twenty plus men died that day, but that wasn't the worst of our situation. Both my squad and I were abducted from the base and sent into catacombs. Catacombs just like those of Tyler's. We were punished daily, pushed to our limits. They treated us like animals, attempting to get intel on the United States military force. But of course, they failed. My squad was trained by me, the best. None of them spoke. I had even lost track of how many months we lay in that underground." Suddenly, that smile had faded from his face. His facial features also turned dark, as his eyes red like blood.
"We had been held in separate cells. We didn't even know who was still breathing and who was no longer. But for some odd reason, they decided to let us regroup in a certain room. All my five brothers were tied and kneeling beside me as terrorist held us at gunpoint. They asked us questions in their language, but we failed to understand. Therefore, they got a translator. The terrorist spoke to him, then he spoke to us. First thing he asked was if we were all under the 34th unit. He was right, but none of us responded. We were all hit with the back of their rifles. Next question: Where was the 35th unit stationed? Again, nobody spoke a word. And once again, we were struck. They continued and continued to interrogate us all. But nobody spoke. Not a single word. It seemed like days, but it was mere hours this interrogation. Then one of them seemed to snap when he pulled the trigger on Alphonso. One of my brothers killed in cold blood like he was a mere manikin. The terrorist then started to fight one another - verbally of course. The translator apologized for killing our friend, but none of us cared for such apology. We were all prepared to die for our country - for our nation. The translator proceeded to tell us that that was not the way they did business. But this was not business. He said he'd allow us one more opportunity to live. That we had to answer one more question and if answered correctly, he'd let us go. I watched him go up to Charles. 'What is beneath your feet?' he questioned my brother. Charles turned to me and to the rest of us. He returned to the translator. 'I don't know' he stated. A shot then rang as the bullet pierced straight through his skull. His body fell motionless. Then the pistol reached Joshua. 'What is beneath your feet?' was the question yet again. Joshua spit in the man's face before being shot. 'Wrong answer' the translator stated. Carlos and Stanley also failed to answer the question correctly. Both died instantaneously. The gun was then in contact with my own forehead. I lay on my knees helpless. 'There is only one answer' the translator said. Then he asked me the question - 'What is beneath your feet?'. I looked to my brothers. I could see their tainted eyes flow with water towards the ponds of blood beneath them. So I returned to the translator. He pushed the gun deeper into my head. 'What is beneath your feet?!' he yelled at me. So before I let him kill me, I responded: Sacred ground, watered with the tears of blood" Robert said, leaving the wall and heading up to Bull as he dropped the crowbar and pulled out his pistol, cocking it.
"Their catacombs were then infiltrated by Marines. I was saved. But though I was not shot in the skull that day, though I was not killed by terrorist hands, I did indeed die that day. I lost all I cared about. Every single one of my brothers fell right before my eyes. All because I failed to protect them, because I was too weak to act accordingly. So now I search for a way to get stronger. A way to become powerful enough to prevent further mass murder. And it's people like you who stand in my way" he said, placing the pistol on the man's forehead. "So I shall treat you the way I was treated. Right now you understand what it means to be weak don't you? That's exactly what I felt. And you, that child, that blasted woman, Tyler, and all your raiders make me feel just like I did years ago. It is because of you that I lost all that power I had so long worked to gain."
"Beneath your feet is sacred ground, watered with the tears of blood. Remember that in the afterlife."
The echo of the ear-splitting "BANG" sprang out. Then it felt silent along with all other nuisances.
Floyd
It was still bright so the broken branches were still visible. Each little leaf on the ground was a pathway to his destination. It pissed him off how easily the path was to follow, even idiots could do it. Every time he bent down to catch a closer look at the prints, his side irritated a little. Though it was a closed wound, it was still in the healing process. Every step, every physical movement would cause that wound more damage than good. It wasn't like his movements were exercises to strengthen that wound, it was merely putting it through stress.
Anyhow, it had been about five minutes since he left, merely anything and he was already near his target. He couldn't believe the reason behind the sudden departure, but he tried to hurry and make sure everything was alright. The humidity of Louisiana was terrible, it made Floyd sweat like a hog. This weather made it even worse for his condition, but he wasn't about to turn back now.
Suddenly an open range came forth, causing the path to fade. It was hard to track down anything in an open range, but he no longer needed to. He had eyes on his target and walked towards it cautiously before speaking. "What were ya thinkin?" he called out to the person before him. Jess sat on a rather large stone as she washed the clothing before her. "Why would ya come out here alone huh? Am I the only sane one around here" he asked without awaiting a response. He walked towards the woman and took the gun that was next to her. "And this? This ins't a toy Jess! You've never even used one of these before have ya?!" he continued as though he was her father. He wasn't trying to lecture her, but it was coming off that way. He then put the gun on the back of his belt and covered it with his tank top. "Let's go" he said, taking her by the arm as he dragged her towards him. He turned to each side to make sure there wasn't anyone or anything around before returning down the path he'd come down.
He was quiet as he went back, not a word from his lips. He didn't even turn to see if she was following him after he let go of her. He didn't understand why she would go through such extremes just to wash some clothing. Didn't she understand she was pregnant, that child should come before anything in her mind. It kinda did in Floyd's. He didn't want anything to happen to it, nor to Jess. Like him to her, they were all he had as well. At this point, he's learned to cope with Jess and her child. He learned to somewhat care for them - in his own way of course. He may be hard on her from time to time, but it was just because he cared.
"Ain't nobody takin this seriously anymore" Floyd murmured to himself as he reached the entrance of the home and opened the door for Jess, waiting for the girl to go into their little haven.
The raider's words echoed repeatedly through Robert's clouded mind. Images from the past - the past even before the outbreak. Once again the man started to play with the crowbar as he walked side to side as though he were about to say something.
"Those words are far too familiar to me. Allow me to share.." Robert started, laying his back on a nearby wall as he stared at the crowbar in his hands. He looked rather happy at this moment, as though his story brought great memories to him. "I was once a soldier in our armed forces. A general actually. About six years before the outbreak, I was sent to Afghanistan with several of my most trusted men. Within weeks of arriving, our base was ambushed and bombarded. Twenty plus men died that day, but that wasn't the worst of our situation. Both my squad and I were abducted from the base and sent into catacombs. Catacombs just like those of Tyler's. We were punished daily, pushed to our limits. They treated us like animals, attempting to get intel on the United States military force. But of course, they failed. My squad was trained by me, the best. None of them spoke. I had even lost track of how many months we lay in that underground." Suddenly, that smile had faded from his face. His facial features also turned dark, as his eyes red like blood.
"We had been held in separate cells. We didn't even know who was still breathing and who was no longer. But for some odd reason, they decided to let us regroup in a certain room. All my five brothers were tied and kneeling beside me as terrorist held us at gunpoint. They asked us questions in their language, but we failed to understand. Therefore, they got a translator. The terrorist spoke to him, then he spoke to us. First thing he asked was if we were all under the 34th unit. He was right, but none of us responded. We were all hit with the back of their rifles. Next question: Where was the 35th unit stationed? Again, nobody spoke a word. And once again, we were struck. They continued and continued to interrogate us all. But nobody spoke. Not a single word. It seemed like days, but it was mere hours this interrogation. Then one of them seemed to snap when he pulled the trigger on Alphonso. One of my brothers killed in cold blood like he was a mere manikin. The terrorist then started to fight one another - verbally of course. The translator apologized for killing our friend, but none of us cared for such apology. We were all prepared to die for our country - for our nation. The translator proceeded to tell us that that was not the way they did business. But this was not business. He said he'd allow us one more opportunity to live. That we had to answer one more question and if answered correctly, he'd let us go. I watched him go up to Charles. 'What is beneath your feet?' he questioned my brother. Charles turned to me and to the rest of us. He returned to the translator. 'I don't know' he stated. A shot then rang as the bullet pierced straight through his skull. His body fell motionless. Then the pistol reached Joshua. 'What is beneath your feet?' was the question yet again. Joshua spit in the man's face before being shot. 'Wrong answer' the translator stated. Carlos and Stanley also failed to answer the question correctly. Both died instantaneously. The gun was then in contact with my own forehead. I lay on my knees helpless. 'There is only one answer' the translator said. Then he asked me the question - 'What is beneath your feet?'. I looked to my brothers. I could see their tainted eyes flow with water towards the ponds of blood beneath them. So I returned to the translator. He pushed the gun deeper into my head. 'What is beneath your feet?!' he yelled at me. So before I let him kill me, I responded: Sacred ground, watered with the tears of blood" Robert said, leaving the wall and heading up to Bull as he dropped the crowbar and pulled out his pistol, cocking it.
"Their catacombs were then infiltrated by Marines. I was saved. But though I was not shot in the skull that day, though I was not killed by terrorist hands, I did indeed die that day. I lost all I cared about. Every single one of my brothers fell right before my eyes. All because I failed to protect them, because I was too weak to act accordingly. So now I search for a way to get stronger. A way to become powerful enough to prevent further mass murder. And it's people like you who stand in my way" he said, placing the pistol on the man's forehead. "So I shall treat you the way I was treated. Right now you understand what it means to be weak don't you? That's exactly what I felt. And you, that child, that blasted woman, Tyler, and all your raiders make me feel just like I did years ago. It is because of you that I lost all that power I had so long worked to gain."
"Beneath your feet is sacred ground, watered with the tears of blood. Remember that in the afterlife."
The echo of the ear-splitting "BANG" sprang out. Then it felt silent along with all other nuisances.
Floyd
It was still bright so the broken branches were still visible. Each little leaf on the ground was a pathway to his destination. It pissed him off how easily the path was to follow, even idiots could do it. Every time he bent down to catch a closer look at the prints, his side irritated a little. Though it was a closed wound, it was still in the healing process. Every step, every physical movement would cause that wound more damage than good. It wasn't like his movements were exercises to strengthen that wound, it was merely putting it through stress.
Anyhow, it had been about five minutes since he left, merely anything and he was already near his target. He couldn't believe the reason behind the sudden departure, but he tried to hurry and make sure everything was alright. The humidity of Louisiana was terrible, it made Floyd sweat like a hog. This weather made it even worse for his condition, but he wasn't about to turn back now.
Suddenly an open range came forth, causing the path to fade. It was hard to track down anything in an open range, but he no longer needed to. He had eyes on his target and walked towards it cautiously before speaking. "What were ya thinkin?" he called out to the person before him. Jess sat on a rather large stone as she washed the clothing before her. "Why would ya come out here alone huh? Am I the only sane one around here" he asked without awaiting a response. He walked towards the woman and took the gun that was next to her. "And this? This ins't a toy Jess! You've never even used one of these before have ya?!" he continued as though he was her father. He wasn't trying to lecture her, but it was coming off that way. He then put the gun on the back of his belt and covered it with his tank top. "Let's go" he said, taking her by the arm as he dragged her towards him. He turned to each side to make sure there wasn't anyone or anything around before returning down the path he'd come down.
He was quiet as he went back, not a word from his lips. He didn't even turn to see if she was following him after he let go of her. He didn't understand why she would go through such extremes just to wash some clothing. Didn't she understand she was pregnant, that child should come before anything in her mind. It kinda did in Floyd's. He didn't want anything to happen to it, nor to Jess. Like him to her, they were all he had as well. At this point, he's learned to cope with Jess and her child. He learned to somewhat care for them - in his own way of course. He may be hard on her from time to time, but it was just because he cared.
"Ain't nobody takin this seriously anymore" Floyd murmured to himself as he reached the entrance of the home and opened the door for Jess, waiting for the girl to go into their little haven.
AnnaBeth said
I will post in the morning. I've had some medical problems lately and have been a bit distracted :/
Just make sure to get better.
Anthony - Haywood - Rob
After about two or three days from his confrontation with Robert, Anthony finally decided to put an end to his personal isolation. During that time, he had been roaming around, listening to certain people's conversations in addition to keeping to himself. He had been laying low in order to prevent any further problems with what had occurred that night at the farm. He knew for sure that Audrey and Henry would inform Daniel, but was certain that - even though he got in a fight with him - Robert would keep him protected.
Anyhow, Anthony returned to the sunlight and roamed through Haywood in search for someone on Daniel's side. He had very important information he had to share. The effect of sharing these news could lead to his possible acceptance in Daniel's group. The man no longer wanted to be associated with Robert, instead he desired a fresh start. He wanted to prove himself a better person than everyone thought he was. In addition, he didn't want Audrey to think him a murderer, though he pretty much was one at this point. Anthony was going to try and do a good deed in order to wash away his passed sins.
Therefore, as he walked down the walkway, he spotted one of Daniel's men Rob. He came up from behind him and placed his hand on the man's shoulder, forcing him to turn. He placed a small note in the man's hand and spoke before heading away. "Give this to Audrey. You didn't get this from me" he stated before exiting. He had become the one thing he never thought himself becoming..............a snitch.
The note read:
"Robert is currently or has already killed the male raider. His next move is to kill the woman raider. He plans to let the entire colony know that Daniel has failed to kill Tyler and that the child brought into our gates is the monster's daughter. He's going to deceive the people into believing that Daniel has been in contact with Tyler this entire time and that he and all of his supporters have ties with the raiders. He wants everyone to be against Daniel in order to take the title of mayor for himself. He is power-hungry and wont stop until he gets what he wants. Be careful with this information. Not everyone is trustworthy."
After about two or three days from his confrontation with Robert, Anthony finally decided to put an end to his personal isolation. During that time, he had been roaming around, listening to certain people's conversations in addition to keeping to himself. He had been laying low in order to prevent any further problems with what had occurred that night at the farm. He knew for sure that Audrey and Henry would inform Daniel, but was certain that - even though he got in a fight with him - Robert would keep him protected.
Anyhow, Anthony returned to the sunlight and roamed through Haywood in search for someone on Daniel's side. He had very important information he had to share. The effect of sharing these news could lead to his possible acceptance in Daniel's group. The man no longer wanted to be associated with Robert, instead he desired a fresh start. He wanted to prove himself a better person than everyone thought he was. In addition, he didn't want Audrey to think him a murderer, though he pretty much was one at this point. Anthony was going to try and do a good deed in order to wash away his passed sins.
Therefore, as he walked down the walkway, he spotted one of Daniel's men Rob. He came up from behind him and placed his hand on the man's shoulder, forcing him to turn. He placed a small note in the man's hand and spoke before heading away. "Give this to Audrey. You didn't get this from me" he stated before exiting. He had become the one thing he never thought himself becoming..............a snitch.
The note read:
"Robert is currently or has already killed the male raider. His next move is to kill the woman raider. He plans to let the entire colony know that Daniel has failed to kill Tyler and that the child brought into our gates is the monster's daughter. He's going to deceive the people into believing that Daniel has been in contact with Tyler this entire time and that he and all of his supporters have ties with the raiders. He wants everyone to be against Daniel in order to take the title of mayor for himself. He is power-hungry and wont stop until he gets what he wants. Be careful with this information. Not everyone is trustworthy."
Floyd - House - Jess/Abram
As Jess started to explain her view of the situation, Floyd couldn't bare looking at her. He had turned to his left and stared into the wall rather than facing the girl. Though she didn't want him to be offended, Floyd couldn't help but feeling that way. Not only that, but he himself was believing that she was right, something he'd never admit before. He felt as if he was losing at this moment. He was weak and needed help, that was what he felt at this point. In addition, Jess could see that he was weak and wanted him to accept the help of another person.
He also thought about her thoughts. Did she believe he couldn't keep them safe? Though she stated she'd follow his rule, was she beginning to change because of Abram's presence? Did she think him stronger than himself?
All these ignorant thoughts ran through Floyd's mind. He was becoming insecure and utterly angered because it was true. He knew he needed help, but since he's never asked for it, he didn't want to start now. It is hard for any person to change their ways - their code. Floyd was a warrior, a man who would never beg for his life because he didn't fear losing it. He would fight until his last breathe, no matter the obstacles ahead. And lastly, he would never ask anybody for help because he was strong enough to keep himself afloat.
So as she finished and asked him to merely think about it, Floyd stepped away from the chair, leaving his breakfast on the table. "Do what ya want" he told Jess as he started to walk from the kitchen towards the living room. If she wanted the guy to stay, then she should be the one to ask him. Floyd had already made a decision, but he wasn't about to argue with hers. Though he was irritated, deep down he knew she was right, he was just absent that feeling at the moment.
Robert - Cell - Bull
Once again the prisoner was absent answers. All he did was respond to a question with another. Robert was being played like a fool, or so he felt he was. So since there was imminent silence after Bull's question, Robert decided to begin the loud fireworks. He triggered the crowbar backwards fairly quickly, then sprang it right back, smashing the cold steel against the big man's left shin. He then took a piece of cloth and jammed it into the giant's mouth, keeping the sound to a mumbling minimum.
Bull's leg didn't bleed, his bone was merely broken from the impact. This would handicap the man and refrain him from walking ever again. These days, not even a doctor could fix up a broken bone. So now, Robert held the piece of cloth in Bull's mouth as the man yelped with pain. And that was barely the beginning.
Robert stared into the man's eyes, holding his position. After about a minute and a half, Robert pulled the cloth away from the man's mouth and sat back down on his chair. He once again resumed playing with the crowbar. "You see...........Tyler........Tyler is a man with a mission. Like me, the man seeks a future of his own. A future created through his visions, through his ideas. I seek the same things. I desire a world without blood. A world where I alone will be known as king. Men like us - Men with a desire to accomplish a mission do not die. We are survivors, gladiators of the arena. We are above the gods themselves. That is why I know that Tyler yet holds breath. His body was not found in the rubble. For weeks we searched and found nothing. That man is out there somewhere prepared to continue his mission. The reason I search for him is because of one thing. The man has altered his mission. If he is what I think he is, then he is in search of revenge. He will one day show his face here, that I swear. And he will cause Haywood chaos. But see................we now hold leverage against that monster. We have his daughter in our gates, all thanks to you. I can see it in your eyes that you honestly do not know where Tyler is. You may be absent thought, but I can see your fear" Robert said, grabbing the man's face by the jaw. "Before your end, answer for me one last question" he stated, letting for of the man's face. "What is beneath your feet?" he questioned the man. He could see the confusion. "What is beneath your feet?!!" he yelled, asking yet again.
As Jess started to explain her view of the situation, Floyd couldn't bare looking at her. He had turned to his left and stared into the wall rather than facing the girl. Though she didn't want him to be offended, Floyd couldn't help but feeling that way. Not only that, but he himself was believing that she was right, something he'd never admit before. He felt as if he was losing at this moment. He was weak and needed help, that was what he felt at this point. In addition, Jess could see that he was weak and wanted him to accept the help of another person.
He also thought about her thoughts. Did she believe he couldn't keep them safe? Though she stated she'd follow his rule, was she beginning to change because of Abram's presence? Did she think him stronger than himself?
All these ignorant thoughts ran through Floyd's mind. He was becoming insecure and utterly angered because it was true. He knew he needed help, but since he's never asked for it, he didn't want to start now. It is hard for any person to change their ways - their code. Floyd was a warrior, a man who would never beg for his life because he didn't fear losing it. He would fight until his last breathe, no matter the obstacles ahead. And lastly, he would never ask anybody for help because he was strong enough to keep himself afloat.
So as she finished and asked him to merely think about it, Floyd stepped away from the chair, leaving his breakfast on the table. "Do what ya want" he told Jess as he started to walk from the kitchen towards the living room. If she wanted the guy to stay, then she should be the one to ask him. Floyd had already made a decision, but he wasn't about to argue with hers. Though he was irritated, deep down he knew she was right, he was just absent that feeling at the moment.
Robert - Cell - Bull
Once again the prisoner was absent answers. All he did was respond to a question with another. Robert was being played like a fool, or so he felt he was. So since there was imminent silence after Bull's question, Robert decided to begin the loud fireworks. He triggered the crowbar backwards fairly quickly, then sprang it right back, smashing the cold steel against the big man's left shin. He then took a piece of cloth and jammed it into the giant's mouth, keeping the sound to a mumbling minimum.
Bull's leg didn't bleed, his bone was merely broken from the impact. This would handicap the man and refrain him from walking ever again. These days, not even a doctor could fix up a broken bone. So now, Robert held the piece of cloth in Bull's mouth as the man yelped with pain. And that was barely the beginning.
Robert stared into the man's eyes, holding his position. After about a minute and a half, Robert pulled the cloth away from the man's mouth and sat back down on his chair. He once again resumed playing with the crowbar. "You see...........Tyler........Tyler is a man with a mission. Like me, the man seeks a future of his own. A future created through his visions, through his ideas. I seek the same things. I desire a world without blood. A world where I alone will be known as king. Men like us - Men with a desire to accomplish a mission do not die. We are survivors, gladiators of the arena. We are above the gods themselves. That is why I know that Tyler yet holds breath. His body was not found in the rubble. For weeks we searched and found nothing. That man is out there somewhere prepared to continue his mission. The reason I search for him is because of one thing. The man has altered his mission. If he is what I think he is, then he is in search of revenge. He will one day show his face here, that I swear. And he will cause Haywood chaos. But see................we now hold leverage against that monster. We have his daughter in our gates, all thanks to you. I can see it in your eyes that you honestly do not know where Tyler is. You may be absent thought, but I can see your fear" Robert said, grabbing the man's face by the jaw. "Before your end, answer for me one last question" he stated, letting for of the man's face. "What is beneath your feet?" he questioned the man. He could see the confusion. "What is beneath your feet?!!" he yelled, asking yet again.
Floyd - House - Jess/Abram
As Jess entered the kitchen with her big good morning, Floyd turned to face her. He felt good inside to see that bright smile on her face, one that matched her luxurious dress. He looked back into his food as she started to sip her juice, feeling a little guilty he couldn't provide more at the moment. If he was fully healed, he could have gone hunting in the early morning and caught a squirrel or something. Some may not see it as necessary, but protein was essential these days.
His thoughts altered and jumped once Jess gave a sudden yelp. She became alarmed once she felt a kick in her stomach. As he looked at her, she motioned forward and took him by the wrist, forcing his hand on her stomach. Like her, he felt the same little kick on his rough palm, which actually made him slightly smile. He turned to look into her eyes as she stared at her stomach. He couldn't help but enjoy her enjoyment, her happiness. Even in a time like these where everything was basically hell, little things made her smile. He wished he could also be overwhelmed with joy in these times, but that person didn't live inside Floyd. But regardless, this moment was sort of touching to him, not because of the child's kick, but because of Jess' rejoice. Every time she was happy, he basically felt the same way.
Another surprise came when the conversation began. She asked him what names he liked, names for the child she would soon bare. There were only two possibilities, a girl, or a boy. Floyd never imagined himself as a father, so he never put any thought into anything regarding children. He always saw children as little fragile ornaments or something. They were basically little crying people to him, nothing but a nuisance. One thing he did indeed get out of children was that boys would always destroy more things than girls. This little fact made him think that if the child Jess was about to bare were a boy, he'd be a little Bruce. Floyd didn't want that at all, so he decided and wished for Jess' child to be a girl. With that said, he turned to Jess to answer her question. "If it's a girl, I think her name should be L-" he stopped as Abram suddenly entered the kitchen.
The soldier approached the two, smiling at Jess, but turning to Floyd with a neutral facial expression. Abram proceeded by retrieving his pistol and handing it over to Floyd. The redneck didn't even turn to face the man, making him leave the weapon on the dinning table before he left to get his bag. Floyd then continued to eat his breakfast as if nothing was happening, as if everything was completely normal. He already asked Abram to leave, he wouldn't go back on his decision. Only problem was Jess; he didn't know if she would approve with the decision.
As Jess entered the kitchen with her big good morning, Floyd turned to face her. He felt good inside to see that bright smile on her face, one that matched her luxurious dress. He looked back into his food as she started to sip her juice, feeling a little guilty he couldn't provide more at the moment. If he was fully healed, he could have gone hunting in the early morning and caught a squirrel or something. Some may not see it as necessary, but protein was essential these days.
His thoughts altered and jumped once Jess gave a sudden yelp. She became alarmed once she felt a kick in her stomach. As he looked at her, she motioned forward and took him by the wrist, forcing his hand on her stomach. Like her, he felt the same little kick on his rough palm, which actually made him slightly smile. He turned to look into her eyes as she stared at her stomach. He couldn't help but enjoy her enjoyment, her happiness. Even in a time like these where everything was basically hell, little things made her smile. He wished he could also be overwhelmed with joy in these times, but that person didn't live inside Floyd. But regardless, this moment was sort of touching to him, not because of the child's kick, but because of Jess' rejoice. Every time she was happy, he basically felt the same way.
Another surprise came when the conversation began. She asked him what names he liked, names for the child she would soon bare. There were only two possibilities, a girl, or a boy. Floyd never imagined himself as a father, so he never put any thought into anything regarding children. He always saw children as little fragile ornaments or something. They were basically little crying people to him, nothing but a nuisance. One thing he did indeed get out of children was that boys would always destroy more things than girls. This little fact made him think that if the child Jess was about to bare were a boy, he'd be a little Bruce. Floyd didn't want that at all, so he decided and wished for Jess' child to be a girl. With that said, he turned to Jess to answer her question. "If it's a girl, I think her name should be L-" he stopped as Abram suddenly entered the kitchen.
The soldier approached the two, smiling at Jess, but turning to Floyd with a neutral facial expression. Abram proceeded by retrieving his pistol and handing it over to Floyd. The redneck didn't even turn to face the man, making him leave the weapon on the dinning table before he left to get his bag. Floyd then continued to eat his breakfast as if nothing was happening, as if everything was completely normal. He already asked Abram to leave, he wouldn't go back on his decision. Only problem was Jess; he didn't know if she would approve with the decision.
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