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Note: Not all characters must be gang members. For example, you may be a police officer/sheriff, a doctor, a regular everyday citizen. Just make sure that the character is somehow involved with the gangs. Family. Friends. Stuff like that.
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DeSean - Road - Heather/Jennifer/Group
Throughout the malice events, the rain continued to pour unbelievably. It seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, non-stop. A loud thunderclap arose from the distance, as though the storm was just now passing by. Fortunately for them, lighting was not an issue, just pouring and loud bangs of echoing noise. So the situation was already heated with the weather alone.
But once Heather decided to stand up for Seth, DeSean's worried condition changed. When she shoved him aside, the man snapped. "Don't you fucking touch me bitch!" he yelled over the strong winds. In all honesty, he never liked Heather - for the sole purpose that she broke Hank. Though it might have been the other way around, DeSean believed Heather was the reason for the breakup. He could tell Hank had been hurt by it - the man had never truly gotten over it, still hasn't. And DeSean blames Heather for it all.
But right now was not the time to become aggravated by the past, there were more important matters at hand. Hank was out there in the midst of the storm, doing who knows what. And here stood Heather ordering DeSean to stay and leave him out there. When she spoke of the events that had happened, DeSean was still so clouded he did not take them to accord. He didn't even listen to her actually, he could only think of one thing. "That's my brother out there, I ain't leaving him!" he stated, shoving his way passed her with his rifle in hand.
Suddenly, Jennifer exited the vehicle and ran towards DeSean. "D! D! What are you doing?!" she called out, covering herself with a blanket. "She's right, you can't go out there!" she added, yelling over the sound of raindrops and thunder. "He's out there Jen! He needs my help! He's family!" DeSean returned. He gripped his rifle tighter. "Just go back to the vehicle! Lock the doors! I'll be back soon!" he added, running towards the town completely soaked.
Jennifer then turned back towards the lined up vehicles. He looked towards Heather without a clue. She didn't know what to do now, it was to believe none of them did. DeSean and Hank were the leaders and now they were both gone. The group never discussed who would be in charge if something like this were to happen. They were all just frozen in confusion.
Throughout the malice events, the rain continued to pour unbelievably. It seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, non-stop. A loud thunderclap arose from the distance, as though the storm was just now passing by. Fortunately for them, lighting was not an issue, just pouring and loud bangs of echoing noise. So the situation was already heated with the weather alone.
But once Heather decided to stand up for Seth, DeSean's worried condition changed. When she shoved him aside, the man snapped. "Don't you fucking touch me bitch!" he yelled over the strong winds. In all honesty, he never liked Heather - for the sole purpose that she broke Hank. Though it might have been the other way around, DeSean believed Heather was the reason for the breakup. He could tell Hank had been hurt by it - the man had never truly gotten over it, still hasn't. And DeSean blames Heather for it all.
But right now was not the time to become aggravated by the past, there were more important matters at hand. Hank was out there in the midst of the storm, doing who knows what. And here stood Heather ordering DeSean to stay and leave him out there. When she spoke of the events that had happened, DeSean was still so clouded he did not take them to accord. He didn't even listen to her actually, he could only think of one thing. "That's my brother out there, I ain't leaving him!" he stated, shoving his way passed her with his rifle in hand.
Suddenly, Jennifer exited the vehicle and ran towards DeSean. "D! D! What are you doing?!" she called out, covering herself with a blanket. "She's right, you can't go out there!" she added, yelling over the sound of raindrops and thunder. "He's out there Jen! He needs my help! He's family!" DeSean returned. He gripped his rifle tighter. "Just go back to the vehicle! Lock the doors! I'll be back soon!" he added, running towards the town completely soaked.
Jennifer then turned back towards the lined up vehicles. He looked towards Heather without a clue. She didn't know what to do now, it was to believe none of them did. DeSean and Hank were the leaders and now they were both gone. The group never discussed who would be in charge if something like this were to happen. They were all just frozen in confusion.
Original Int. Check: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/62978/posts/ooc
Like stated by the lovely Myst in the Casual Interest Check, this Roleplay will be based on the greed of three different gangs. They will battle for Crown City, a fictional city created by our game managers. There is currently no set plot, so we will be moving forward in accordance to what happens.
But don't be fooled. There is room for progress, for more gangs to appear from nowhere and intrude in the dealings of Crown City. We are open to ideas and everything that comes at us.
There will be drama and romance, action and adventure, etc. etc. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. The OOC will be posted once enough interest is acquired.
We are not noobs. We have another roleplay - The Walking Dead: Among the Ruined - which is a very high quality rp on its THIRD SEASON!!
We hope to have THIS roleplay take off and hopefully accomplish the exact same as our other one. Let's have fun and get involved.
Like stated by the lovely Myst in the Casual Interest Check, this Roleplay will be based on the greed of three different gangs. They will battle for Crown City, a fictional city created by our game managers. There is currently no set plot, so we will be moving forward in accordance to what happens.
But don't be fooled. There is room for progress, for more gangs to appear from nowhere and intrude in the dealings of Crown City. We are open to ideas and everything that comes at us.
There will be drama and romance, action and adventure, etc. etc. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. The OOC will be posted once enough interest is acquired.
We are not noobs. We have another roleplay - The Walking Dead: Among the Ruined - which is a very high quality rp on its THIRD SEASON!!
We hope to have THIS roleplay take off and hopefully accomplish the exact same as our other one. Let's have fun and get involved.
Interested very very very very very much. Lol.
DeSean - Roadway - Seth/Heather/Group
"What the hell do you mean?!!" DeSean yelled as he took Seth by the collar and slammed his back into the SUV. "How did you lose him?!" he screamed again, aggravated by his non-returning friend. Seth had become speechless by the sudden urge of violence. He fell to his knees in attempt to evade any further aggression, but failed as DeSean forced the young Asian back to his feet. "Dammit!" DeSean finished as he pushed Seth to the side and hurried to the trunk of the vehicle. He looked inside as rain continued to pour from above. Quickly, he pulled out an semi-automatic rifle, the only weapon they had left and loaded it. He motioned Imogen to get out of the truck because she would be the one accompanying him.
Seth at the moment had walked back to the vehicle parked last in the line of cars. He lost sight of Heather, worrying about his own safety at that exact moment. As he entered, he couldn't face Aaliyah neither Aiden. He was falling into a phase where his self-doubt overwhelmed his ability to process. Like Hank, Seth wasn't hearing anything other than his own thoughts. It was as though he was in a world within his mind - a one-man life sentence in the darkest prison. He had begun to blame himself for losing Hank, for allowing Floyd to follow as well. He wasn't even strong enough to face Heather, running away alone like a coward. He didn't understand why he was so weak, why he couldn't be as strong as Hank or DeSean. They did't even allow him to use a gun because of what had happened a couple of months ago. It was a horrible feeling to feel weak, to feel useless. He was more of a liability than a positive. It was all pointless.
Floyd/Hank - Building
"No! I saw him! Over there!" Hank called out to Floyd, running through the corridor at full speed. Floyd at the second thought Hank was hallucinating, believing that what happened to Heather made him snap. The thing is, he could't go back without him, if he did, there would be very crucial consequences. The black man would assume Floyd himself killed Hank, the others of course might not, but wont have any saying in the matter. In fact, their own sorrow might give them the push to make rash decisions. So there was only one choice, and that was to bring Hank with him, no matter what.
"Tsk!" Floyd cursed as he continued to run down the hall, following the sprinting Hank. Suddenly, Hank stopped at an intersecting hallway, having two options before him. He could go right, or he could go left. The man looked in both directions, then cussing due to the inability to make a choice. He had lost the trail, not certain where the other person had gone. That little pause gave Floyd a chance to catch up to Hank, coming up next to the man. "What are we tracking?" Floyd asked, crouching down to look at the ground, looking for some kind of clue. Suddenly he realized that Hank must have not been hallucinating when he noticed a muddy footprint. Floyd then took lead, signaling Hank to follow him.
The two men then started down the right corridor, taking it slowly now since they lost sight of their target. Floyd pointed at a door, the one the tracks led to. He crouched near the doorknob, placing his hand on it gently without making a sound. But Hank didn't seem to grasp Floyd's plan and quickly smashed the door open with a fierce kick. He rushed in with his axe in grasp and looked towards the person he had been following. "Why are you chazin me man?!" the victim stated with his hands stretched out for protection. "I ain't do nuthin!" he added.
Floyd looked at Hank then the other man. "You're one of them aren't you?" Hank started as he took a step forward. "You've got the same tattoo, look!" Hank said, pointing at the man's sleeveless arm. There, on his right shoulder he had the tattoo of an eyeless crow. The four monsters from earlier had eyeless animals tattoos as well, all different, but all wit the same concept. "You're friends..............You know what they did?" Hank asked the victim taking yet another step towards him.
"Wh-What are you talkin about man? I don't know whatchu talkin about, It's just me here, nobody else"
"Your friends took advantage of one of our members. They stripped her in front of my eyes and shamed her as if she was not human. And you dare lie to me! You were outside, on watch weren't you?! You saw it all yet you say you had no involvement!"
"Calm down man, I ain't like those guys. The things they do- they did. I don't do those things. I'm sorry for your friend. I know how those guys can get, but I mean, I ain't like them. I just saw that horde out there and ran away. I'm a survivor, just like you guys, nuthin more man" the guy said, standing up and walking towards Hank, leaving the corner he was at. "How bout we just-just start over alright. Like I said, I had nuthin to do with what happened to your friend, but I am sorry. I'm Charlie" the guy said, extending out his hand to shake Hank's.
But suddenly, Hank came crashing down with the axe and completely sliced the guy's hand completely off. "AGHH!!" the loud yell came. Floyd didn't react fast enough to stop Hank. He then backed off as Hank moved closer to the monster. Hank swung again, this time missing the man's head as he fell to the ground. He then quickly returned with a downward motion and managed to clash against the man's right thigh. "AGGHHHH!!" another scream came. And then there was silence as he passed out. The man's eyes rolled back and his head thumped against the hard ground, but breathing could still be heard. Floyd looked towards the hallway, hearing the numerous moans coming from every direction. "We done here?" he asked Hank in a whisper. Hank raised his axe one more time to finish it, but stopped as the man woke yet again. He held up his hands to protect himself from the future blow.
Hank held the axe there for a second, looking at the man with anger and rage. But suddenly, he thought of a worse possible death. His axe slowly came down to his side, not striking the man. "I hope they tear you to shreds" he told the man as he walked away back towards the hall. He used the axe to cut the doorknobs off the door so that it wouldn't shut. Then he yelled. "OVER HERE ASSHOLES!!!" He slammed the top of the axe to make the most possible noise, calling the walkers to his location. Floyd urged Hank to get going by shaking his shoulder. "We gotta go" he said one last time. And with that, the two started towards the exit.
"What the hell do you mean?!!" DeSean yelled as he took Seth by the collar and slammed his back into the SUV. "How did you lose him?!" he screamed again, aggravated by his non-returning friend. Seth had become speechless by the sudden urge of violence. He fell to his knees in attempt to evade any further aggression, but failed as DeSean forced the young Asian back to his feet. "Dammit!" DeSean finished as he pushed Seth to the side and hurried to the trunk of the vehicle. He looked inside as rain continued to pour from above. Quickly, he pulled out an semi-automatic rifle, the only weapon they had left and loaded it. He motioned Imogen to get out of the truck because she would be the one accompanying him.
Seth at the moment had walked back to the vehicle parked last in the line of cars. He lost sight of Heather, worrying about his own safety at that exact moment. As he entered, he couldn't face Aaliyah neither Aiden. He was falling into a phase where his self-doubt overwhelmed his ability to process. Like Hank, Seth wasn't hearing anything other than his own thoughts. It was as though he was in a world within his mind - a one-man life sentence in the darkest prison. He had begun to blame himself for losing Hank, for allowing Floyd to follow as well. He wasn't even strong enough to face Heather, running away alone like a coward. He didn't understand why he was so weak, why he couldn't be as strong as Hank or DeSean. They did't even allow him to use a gun because of what had happened a couple of months ago. It was a horrible feeling to feel weak, to feel useless. He was more of a liability than a positive. It was all pointless.
Floyd/Hank - Building
"No! I saw him! Over there!" Hank called out to Floyd, running through the corridor at full speed. Floyd at the second thought Hank was hallucinating, believing that what happened to Heather made him snap. The thing is, he could't go back without him, if he did, there would be very crucial consequences. The black man would assume Floyd himself killed Hank, the others of course might not, but wont have any saying in the matter. In fact, their own sorrow might give them the push to make rash decisions. So there was only one choice, and that was to bring Hank with him, no matter what.
"Tsk!" Floyd cursed as he continued to run down the hall, following the sprinting Hank. Suddenly, Hank stopped at an intersecting hallway, having two options before him. He could go right, or he could go left. The man looked in both directions, then cussing due to the inability to make a choice. He had lost the trail, not certain where the other person had gone. That little pause gave Floyd a chance to catch up to Hank, coming up next to the man. "What are we tracking?" Floyd asked, crouching down to look at the ground, looking for some kind of clue. Suddenly he realized that Hank must have not been hallucinating when he noticed a muddy footprint. Floyd then took lead, signaling Hank to follow him.
The two men then started down the right corridor, taking it slowly now since they lost sight of their target. Floyd pointed at a door, the one the tracks led to. He crouched near the doorknob, placing his hand on it gently without making a sound. But Hank didn't seem to grasp Floyd's plan and quickly smashed the door open with a fierce kick. He rushed in with his axe in grasp and looked towards the person he had been following. "Why are you chazin me man?!" the victim stated with his hands stretched out for protection. "I ain't do nuthin!" he added.
Floyd looked at Hank then the other man. "You're one of them aren't you?" Hank started as he took a step forward. "You've got the same tattoo, look!" Hank said, pointing at the man's sleeveless arm. There, on his right shoulder he had the tattoo of an eyeless crow. The four monsters from earlier had eyeless animals tattoos as well, all different, but all wit the same concept. "You're friends..............You know what they did?" Hank asked the victim taking yet another step towards him.
"Wh-What are you talkin about man? I don't know whatchu talkin about, It's just me here, nobody else"
"Your friends took advantage of one of our members. They stripped her in front of my eyes and shamed her as if she was not human. And you dare lie to me! You were outside, on watch weren't you?! You saw it all yet you say you had no involvement!"
"Calm down man, I ain't like those guys. The things they do- they did. I don't do those things. I'm sorry for your friend. I know how those guys can get, but I mean, I ain't like them. I just saw that horde out there and ran away. I'm a survivor, just like you guys, nuthin more man" the guy said, standing up and walking towards Hank, leaving the corner he was at. "How bout we just-just start over alright. Like I said, I had nuthin to do with what happened to your friend, but I am sorry. I'm Charlie" the guy said, extending out his hand to shake Hank's.
But suddenly, Hank came crashing down with the axe and completely sliced the guy's hand completely off. "AGHH!!" the loud yell came. Floyd didn't react fast enough to stop Hank. He then backed off as Hank moved closer to the monster. Hank swung again, this time missing the man's head as he fell to the ground. He then quickly returned with a downward motion and managed to clash against the man's right thigh. "AGGHHHH!!" another scream came. And then there was silence as he passed out. The man's eyes rolled back and his head thumped against the hard ground, but breathing could still be heard. Floyd looked towards the hallway, hearing the numerous moans coming from every direction. "We done here?" he asked Hank in a whisper. Hank raised his axe one more time to finish it, but stopped as the man woke yet again. He held up his hands to protect himself from the future blow.
Hank held the axe there for a second, looking at the man with anger and rage. But suddenly, he thought of a worse possible death. His axe slowly came down to his side, not striking the man. "I hope they tear you to shreds" he told the man as he walked away back towards the hall. He used the axe to cut the doorknobs off the door so that it wouldn't shut. Then he yelled. "OVER HERE ASSHOLES!!!" He slammed the top of the axe to make the most possible noise, calling the walkers to his location. Floyd urged Hank to get going by shaking his shoulder. "We gotta go" he said one last time. And with that, the two started towards the exit.
Hank/Floyd/Seth - The Way Back - Heather
Unexpectedly, Heather quickly came rushing to him. Hank didn't even have time to react to her motions for they were so fast. It was as though not even a second thought ran her mind at that time. That separation they once had, the distance seemed to have vanished. Her forehead lay on his chest. Her tears and sweat soaked his shirt, but he didn't feel the frigid water, instead, he felt heat. His chest burned rapidly as though his heart was bleeding out. His arms went numb so he couldn't assure her any form of safety. His eyes half-shut and his bottom lip hung loosely. He stared at the corner where Heather had been tortured. His eyes focused on the puddles of blood, the feet of the enemy, and could literally see the scene again and again, like a looping video.
He couldn't get the image out of his head, it was like a curse at that moment. At this point, Hank had entered that same void from earlier, spacing out completely. He had his focus on one thing and everything in the environment had just disappeared. Seth was gone, Floyd was gone, and Heather too. There was nothing but a past memory playing over and over right before his droopy eyes. Suddenly Seth tapped Hank on the shoulder. "Hank!" he called out. "Hey man, let's get out of here" he stated. Apparently, Seth had already called Hank's name like five times before tapping him on the shoulder. That shows Hank's mental status at the moment, it was not stable. He didn't even hear Heather plea to him to leave the area. He had become a mindless corpse, but one that didn't seem to walk.
As a second tap hit his shoulder, he seemed to react as though something had changed. "Let's go!" When Hank turned, he realized it wasn't Seth, but Floyd who had urged him to move. The redneck started walking down the hall after closing the front doors. "The exit's that way" he added, pointing at the exit sign on the ceiling. On their own, Hank's legs started to function, taking one step after the other like normal. Though movement began, his vision did not clear nor did his eyes change in any way. He was able to close his mouth and breathe normally, but other than necessary functions to get to the exit, there was nothing.
On the other hand, Seth and Floyd seemed to be normal. Floyd more than Seth of course, but the two were in decent mental and physical shape. But it was obvious how Seth felt about the situation, his stare revealed everything. From time to time, he would just stare at Heather, wondering if she was alright. In his mind, she had actually been raped - of course, he didn't know all the details after all. He couldn't help but feel bad for her. Also, Seth didn't realize that Hank was in the shape he was because of what happened to Heather, he just thought Hank had been beat up, nothing else.
Anyhow, as Heather approached Floyd and thanked him, the redneck just nodded. He continued to walk cautiously through the hall with the rifle in his hands. He had also took the opportunity to take everything he could from the men he had killed. He managed to get the weapons into his bag, a lighter, and a couple of mints. Either the men didn't have much, or everything else was at their camp somewhere. But right now, it wasn't the time to bring any of that up - they had to get back to the road.
As they finally approached the exit, Floyd slowly opened the backdoor, seeing the rain still coming down hard. "What do you wanna do?" he asked Hank, closing the door again as the man decided. Hank just stared at Floyd blankly, trying to figure out what the guy had just asked. Once he did, he attempted to respond. "Hub.........."
"I........I....don't.......know, I don't know" he responded, shaking his head side to side as he looked at the floor. Floyd bit his bottom lip at the answer, understanding there was nothing he could do right now to get him to snap out of it. Only he could escape that void, only him. "I say we just run for it" Seth stated for interpretation. "We can't stay here" he added while looking at Floyd for their next step.
Floyd waited a second, thinking of their options - and they really didn't have any but one. He opened the exit door and had everyone run into the rain. "Let's go!" he snarled, running through the rain and leading the group back towards the road. Suddenly, as expected, he saw something coming from his right. So he turned left and ran in another direction. Hank was the last in the line, following without reason - somehow he kept up.
Another figure appeared to the left, and another. Walkers were coming out of the other buildings and strayed cars. "C'mon!" Floyd yelled, picking up speed. Seth followed right behind the redneck, making sure Heather followed behind him. But suddenly, he was forced to stop when he noticed Hank had stopped following them. He tried to look through the rain, but just couldn't find him. "Hank?! Where the hell is Hank?" he cried out. Floyd looked back and also lost the man. He growled and told Seth to run in a certain direction with Heather. Seth argued at first, but Floyd reassured him it was the only option. "GO! I'll get him!" he ordered. And with that, Seth and Heather were the ones going towards safety.
Unexpectedly, Heather quickly came rushing to him. Hank didn't even have time to react to her motions for they were so fast. It was as though not even a second thought ran her mind at that time. That separation they once had, the distance seemed to have vanished. Her forehead lay on his chest. Her tears and sweat soaked his shirt, but he didn't feel the frigid water, instead, he felt heat. His chest burned rapidly as though his heart was bleeding out. His arms went numb so he couldn't assure her any form of safety. His eyes half-shut and his bottom lip hung loosely. He stared at the corner where Heather had been tortured. His eyes focused on the puddles of blood, the feet of the enemy, and could literally see the scene again and again, like a looping video.
He couldn't get the image out of his head, it was like a curse at that moment. At this point, Hank had entered that same void from earlier, spacing out completely. He had his focus on one thing and everything in the environment had just disappeared. Seth was gone, Floyd was gone, and Heather too. There was nothing but a past memory playing over and over right before his droopy eyes. Suddenly Seth tapped Hank on the shoulder. "Hank!" he called out. "Hey man, let's get out of here" he stated. Apparently, Seth had already called Hank's name like five times before tapping him on the shoulder. That shows Hank's mental status at the moment, it was not stable. He didn't even hear Heather plea to him to leave the area. He had become a mindless corpse, but one that didn't seem to walk.
As a second tap hit his shoulder, he seemed to react as though something had changed. "Let's go!" When Hank turned, he realized it wasn't Seth, but Floyd who had urged him to move. The redneck started walking down the hall after closing the front doors. "The exit's that way" he added, pointing at the exit sign on the ceiling. On their own, Hank's legs started to function, taking one step after the other like normal. Though movement began, his vision did not clear nor did his eyes change in any way. He was able to close his mouth and breathe normally, but other than necessary functions to get to the exit, there was nothing.
On the other hand, Seth and Floyd seemed to be normal. Floyd more than Seth of course, but the two were in decent mental and physical shape. But it was obvious how Seth felt about the situation, his stare revealed everything. From time to time, he would just stare at Heather, wondering if she was alright. In his mind, she had actually been raped - of course, he didn't know all the details after all. He couldn't help but feel bad for her. Also, Seth didn't realize that Hank was in the shape he was because of what happened to Heather, he just thought Hank had been beat up, nothing else.
Anyhow, as Heather approached Floyd and thanked him, the redneck just nodded. He continued to walk cautiously through the hall with the rifle in his hands. He had also took the opportunity to take everything he could from the men he had killed. He managed to get the weapons into his bag, a lighter, and a couple of mints. Either the men didn't have much, or everything else was at their camp somewhere. But right now, it wasn't the time to bring any of that up - they had to get back to the road.
As they finally approached the exit, Floyd slowly opened the backdoor, seeing the rain still coming down hard. "What do you wanna do?" he asked Hank, closing the door again as the man decided. Hank just stared at Floyd blankly, trying to figure out what the guy had just asked. Once he did, he attempted to respond. "Hub.........."
"I........I....don't.......know, I don't know" he responded, shaking his head side to side as he looked at the floor. Floyd bit his bottom lip at the answer, understanding there was nothing he could do right now to get him to snap out of it. Only he could escape that void, only him. "I say we just run for it" Seth stated for interpretation. "We can't stay here" he added while looking at Floyd for their next step.
Floyd waited a second, thinking of their options - and they really didn't have any but one. He opened the exit door and had everyone run into the rain. "Let's go!" he snarled, running through the rain and leading the group back towards the road. Suddenly, as expected, he saw something coming from his right. So he turned left and ran in another direction. Hank was the last in the line, following without reason - somehow he kept up.
Another figure appeared to the left, and another. Walkers were coming out of the other buildings and strayed cars. "C'mon!" Floyd yelled, picking up speed. Seth followed right behind the redneck, making sure Heather followed behind him. But suddenly, he was forced to stop when he noticed Hank had stopped following them. He tried to look through the rain, but just couldn't find him. "Hank?! Where the hell is Hank?" he cried out. Floyd looked back and also lost the man. He growled and told Seth to run in a certain direction with Heather. Seth argued at first, but Floyd reassured him it was the only option. "GO! I'll get him!" he ordered. And with that, Seth and Heather were the ones going towards safety.
Hank - Building - Cannibals/Heather
"Meow! Meow!" Billy continued as he took a quit firm step forth and kicked Heather in the gut. He laughed profusely as he did it, enjoying the sight of her suffering. He watched closely as tears ran down her cheeks, staining the wooden floor underneath her. "Look at the kitty weep, Hahaha!" he laughed, urging his partner to come join him. "Let's get this stuff off of her" he told John meanwhile taking a handful of her shirt. He started tugging and pulling, ripping off her top as John stepped on her arms so she couldn't do anything. "Oh look at those! Haven't seen a pair of boobs in a long.....long time!!" Billy said excitedly. He turned back to the others licking his lips yet again. "Were first" he stated, bumping shoulders with John as if everything was for laughs.
Before continuing their lustful fantasy, John gave Heather one last kick. He then knelt beside her holding up her head by her hair. "You best not scream bitch" he threatened, letting go of her head to fall against the cold floor.
Suddenly, a loud yell came from behind the two animals. "STOP IT!!!" Hank called out trying to stand. He was met with a fist to the face as he almost gained his balance, but with a glass-shattering punch he fell back down. That didn't stop him from trying again though. Hank used his fist to get to his knees when a kick crashed against his side - similar to Heather's torture. "Shut up fool" the large man stated, kicking him yet again. It seemed like dejavu, just that the victim was Hank at this point. The one they called captain then joined the larger man and also started to kick Hank.
To Hank, the kicks were coming in slow motion. He was far off from Heather, but he reached his hand out for her as his abdomen and gut were being scourged. His eyes were wide open as he watched the animals strip her of her upper undergarment. Though she wasn't looking back at him, he felt she was. He felt she was wondering why he wasn't helping, why he wasn't doing anything. He couldn't even speak, just wondrously in a void of his own. It was all quiet, dark and gloomy. He felt powerless, as though his leadership, his manhood, everything was taken from him.
As John held onto Heather's wrist, Billy started to kiss her above her chest, near the clavicle area. He made his way down as the woman struggled for mercy. He reached her chest and played with her helpless body. "LET HER GO GOD DAMMIT!!!" Hank cursed as loud as he could. Then suddenly, a shot rang out.
"Good, you shut him up for Christ sake" Billy said, getting up to see Hank's body. But what he found was not what he thought he would. "Oh shi-"
"BANG!!" another shot rang, piercing Billy's skull, splattering blood all over Heather, John, and the back wall. "Oh fuck~!" John stated, trying to wipe away all the blood from his face as he attempted to run away. "Seth!" Floyd called, urging Seth to give him the knife. Seth quickly removed the knife from the Captain's neck and tossed it to Floyd. With a quick fix, Floyd took the knife by the tip of the blade and tossed it forward, stabbing the runner in his center back. John fell immediately to the ground, his legs giving up underneath him. Quickly Floyd ran towards him, retracted the knife from the guy's back, then re-inserted it in his head.
Floyd and Seth - Before the save
"I'm sure they went into that building" Floyd stated, looking out from the window. Seth had started sweating from fear alone. "What if Hank and Heather are in there? We have to save them!" the Asian young man urged Floyd. He took the redneck by the shoulder and forced the man to look at him. "We have to!" he stated again. Floyd shoved Seth back into the wall and quickly followed him, placing his forehead against Seth's. Even more fear arose in Seth's chest, he though Floyd was going to kill him. "Touch me again and I'll kick your ass" the redneck pointed out. Floyd then handed Seth his knife.
He looked out the window one more time before deciding. "Let's go" he said while opening the from door and heading into the rain. Of course, Seth followed without question, holding that knife for dear life. The two men approached slowly and quietly until they head Hank's yell. Floyd then paused and attempted to look through the rain, but couldn't. He looked back at Seth, seeing the kid frightened for not only his own life, but that of his people. He wasn't going to be able to do anything, not with that form of fear. Without communication, he took his knife back by force. He then rushed towards the other building to hear yet another scream from Hank before entering.
He ran straight through the entrance without even knowing the situation. As he ran inside through the open double doors, he noticed the two man fighting the defenseless Hank. Floyd reacted before the two men even had a chance to take anything in. He jammed his knife into the Captain's neck, then rose his rifle and fired a round int he head of the yet larger man.
He then killed the other two monsters. At that point, Floyd couldn't help but recall everything he had already endured in the past and how that led him to this point. In the meantime, Seth had helped Hank back to his feet. Floyd had taken the opportunity to go help Heather. He found her covering her upper body with her arms. Quickly he removed his own jacket and gave it to her, looking away afterwards as he walked back towards the doors. Once Seth helped Hank to Heather, even after the situation had passed, he was still speechless. He didn't know what to say nor how to say it. He felt as though he should apologize, but not even that would do anything. If he did apologize, he didn't know how she would take it. He moved away from Seth and attempted to help Heather up by reaching out for her with his right hand. His other hand lay on his stomach from the intense pain. He didn't know what else to do.
"Meow! Meow!" Billy continued as he took a quit firm step forth and kicked Heather in the gut. He laughed profusely as he did it, enjoying the sight of her suffering. He watched closely as tears ran down her cheeks, staining the wooden floor underneath her. "Look at the kitty weep, Hahaha!" he laughed, urging his partner to come join him. "Let's get this stuff off of her" he told John meanwhile taking a handful of her shirt. He started tugging and pulling, ripping off her top as John stepped on her arms so she couldn't do anything. "Oh look at those! Haven't seen a pair of boobs in a long.....long time!!" Billy said excitedly. He turned back to the others licking his lips yet again. "Were first" he stated, bumping shoulders with John as if everything was for laughs.
Before continuing their lustful fantasy, John gave Heather one last kick. He then knelt beside her holding up her head by her hair. "You best not scream bitch" he threatened, letting go of her head to fall against the cold floor.
Suddenly, a loud yell came from behind the two animals. "STOP IT!!!" Hank called out trying to stand. He was met with a fist to the face as he almost gained his balance, but with a glass-shattering punch he fell back down. That didn't stop him from trying again though. Hank used his fist to get to his knees when a kick crashed against his side - similar to Heather's torture. "Shut up fool" the large man stated, kicking him yet again. It seemed like dejavu, just that the victim was Hank at this point. The one they called captain then joined the larger man and also started to kick Hank.
To Hank, the kicks were coming in slow motion. He was far off from Heather, but he reached his hand out for her as his abdomen and gut were being scourged. His eyes were wide open as he watched the animals strip her of her upper undergarment. Though she wasn't looking back at him, he felt she was. He felt she was wondering why he wasn't helping, why he wasn't doing anything. He couldn't even speak, just wondrously in a void of his own. It was all quiet, dark and gloomy. He felt powerless, as though his leadership, his manhood, everything was taken from him.
As John held onto Heather's wrist, Billy started to kiss her above her chest, near the clavicle area. He made his way down as the woman struggled for mercy. He reached her chest and played with her helpless body. "LET HER GO GOD DAMMIT!!!" Hank cursed as loud as he could. Then suddenly, a shot rang out.
"Good, you shut him up for Christ sake" Billy said, getting up to see Hank's body. But what he found was not what he thought he would. "Oh shi-"
"BANG!!" another shot rang, piercing Billy's skull, splattering blood all over Heather, John, and the back wall. "Oh fuck~!" John stated, trying to wipe away all the blood from his face as he attempted to run away. "Seth!" Floyd called, urging Seth to give him the knife. Seth quickly removed the knife from the Captain's neck and tossed it to Floyd. With a quick fix, Floyd took the knife by the tip of the blade and tossed it forward, stabbing the runner in his center back. John fell immediately to the ground, his legs giving up underneath him. Quickly Floyd ran towards him, retracted the knife from the guy's back, then re-inserted it in his head.
Floyd and Seth - Before the save
"I'm sure they went into that building" Floyd stated, looking out from the window. Seth had started sweating from fear alone. "What if Hank and Heather are in there? We have to save them!" the Asian young man urged Floyd. He took the redneck by the shoulder and forced the man to look at him. "We have to!" he stated again. Floyd shoved Seth back into the wall and quickly followed him, placing his forehead against Seth's. Even more fear arose in Seth's chest, he though Floyd was going to kill him. "Touch me again and I'll kick your ass" the redneck pointed out. Floyd then handed Seth his knife.
He looked out the window one more time before deciding. "Let's go" he said while opening the from door and heading into the rain. Of course, Seth followed without question, holding that knife for dear life. The two men approached slowly and quietly until they head Hank's yell. Floyd then paused and attempted to look through the rain, but couldn't. He looked back at Seth, seeing the kid frightened for not only his own life, but that of his people. He wasn't going to be able to do anything, not with that form of fear. Without communication, he took his knife back by force. He then rushed towards the other building to hear yet another scream from Hank before entering.
He ran straight through the entrance without even knowing the situation. As he ran inside through the open double doors, he noticed the two man fighting the defenseless Hank. Floyd reacted before the two men even had a chance to take anything in. He jammed his knife into the Captain's neck, then rose his rifle and fired a round int he head of the yet larger man.
He then killed the other two monsters. At that point, Floyd couldn't help but recall everything he had already endured in the past and how that led him to this point. In the meantime, Seth had helped Hank back to his feet. Floyd had taken the opportunity to go help Heather. He found her covering her upper body with her arms. Quickly he removed his own jacket and gave it to her, looking away afterwards as he walked back towards the doors. Once Seth helped Hank to Heather, even after the situation had passed, he was still speechless. He didn't know what to say nor how to say it. He felt as though he should apologize, but not even that would do anything. If he did apologize, he didn't know how she would take it. He moved away from Seth and attempted to help Heather up by reaching out for her with his right hand. His other hand lay on his stomach from the intense pain. He didn't know what else to do.
Hank/Floyd - On the Road
Floyd didn't even bother to ask why the young blonde woman didn't feel comfortable allowing him to borrow the crossbow. Instead, he crossed his arms and walked forward to the blockage in the road. Hank bit his bottom lip and felt disappointed with Imogen's decision. But again, he understood why she did what she did. He understood that some of the campers refused to believe Floyd as one of their own. He had only been with them for a month - not long enough to trust some would say. But in Hank's eyes, he had definitely earned his place - so far at least.
Anyhow, there was no time to argue with her nor attempt to convince her to trust Floyd. Hank respected her decision even though he didn't like it. It wasn't for him to chose for her, he wasn't anybodies father or commander, he was just a leader - or attempted to be one at least. And there was also Heather, the one who seemed to always go against his orders. She decided it'd be best if she tagged along, another decision Hank didn't agree with, but had no say in. He knew that if he said anything against it, she'd come back with a stronger reason to accompany them. She was like that - one step ahead just in case.
"Here" Hank called out to Floyd, walking towards the man. He extended the rifle DeSean gave to him and passed it on to the redneck. "I don't use guns" he stated, showing the man his axe. The reason for his ways was unknown, not even DeSean knew why Hank refused guns. There had been one incident in his past that scared Hank of his own abilities with a weapon. But that's a story for another time.
Anyhow, with only two people actually armed with projectile weapons, Hank hoped nothing would go wrong. Heather had her pistol and Floyd the rifle. Seth only had a machete, nobody trusted him with guns, he was too rash at times, letting his fear get to him. Arming a person like that would only bring problems. But regardless their status, the group had to make sure the path was safe enough to cross. There was no way Hank would allow the entire group to run into a hoard of walkers unexpectedly.
"Forty-five minutes!" Hank called out to DeSean as he followed Floyd into the array of broken down vehicles. Soon enough, the four scouts were now surrounded by small buildings and parked vehicles. DeSean and the others had reversed farther out to get away from the little town - just to be on the safe side. Hank and Floyd led Heather and Seth at the time. The entire place was dead quiet, only the sound of their footsteps were heard. This extreme silence made Hank a little uneasy, Floyd on the other hand looked calm and relaxed. The man held the rifle as though he'd been trained with one since birth. Without further ado, Hank decided to act. "We should make sure the buildings are secure, we don't want these deadbeats to come at us from all angles" he started, turning to Floyd as he pointed to his right. "You and Seth check those buildings over there. Don't go inside, just get a quick view from the windows, we don't want to start unnecessary trouble."
Floyd nodded and turned towards Seth. "C'mon" he said in a whisper, cocking his rifle and heading in the direction of the buildings. In the meantime, Hank turned towards Heather. "Your with me" he stated, not making eye contact.
On the other side of the spectrum, DeSean and the group behind awaited as the time ticked. It had only been about seven minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. Jennifer sat in the SUV brushing her long luxurious hair. DeSean just sat in the driver's seat with the door open, looking at his watch. He wasn't concerned with what the others were doing at the moment, but made sure to keep an eye on them from time to time. "He'll be back, don't worry" Jennifer said as she looked at herself through the passenger sun visor. "I know baby, I'm just concerned about that redneck f*cker. I still don't trust'em. What if he-" he started, suddenly cut off by an unexpected drop of water that clashed with the vehicle's windshield. Then suddenly three more appeared to cloud his sight. As DeSean stared towards the sky, he could see hundreds of raindrops coming his way. "Everyone get inside your vehicles! Lock them and stay armed until it stops raining!" he commanded, closing the door and windows to the SUV. He locked all the doors and used a small towel to dry his head and shoulders. He could see as the rain raced towards the city. "Damn" he cursed.
"Damn!" Hank cursed, his shoulders being soaked as he rushed towards the buildings with Heather by his side. He tried to open the door to one of them but it was locked. "Watch out" he told Heather, having her move aside as he used his axe to burst the glass door. It was dark inside, but light enough to see. He made sure to go in first and had Heather follow after he secured the entrance. Once she was inside, he looked back into the street and attempted to spot Seth and Floyd. "Damn, I can't see them can you?"
The rain had become so fierce within seconds of its first impact. It was as though a hurricane just popped out of nowhere. Well, it wasn't as bad as a hurricane, but it was so much rain it made it difficult to see in distances. On the other side of the street, Floyd and Seth had had the same idea as Hank, taking refuge within a building. "We'll stay here till' this passes" Floyd exclaimed, looking through the drapes. The two had entered a small local orthodontist office. "We have to go make sure they're alright though don't we?" Seth asked, shivering off the rain. Floyd didn't respond though, just kept staring out through the window as though he'd seen something. "What is it?" Seth asked, getting closer to the redneck. Quickly, Floyd rose his balled fist signaling Seth to stop moving and be quiet. He closed the drapes slowly and backed away from the window. Slowly the two men moved behind the front desk, Floyd pointing at the door with his rifle. Seth laid on his ass completely hidden. "Is it walkers?" he whispered at Floyd. Floyd turned to Seth. "No" he whispered, still pointing his gun at the door.
On the other side of the street, Hank looked through the building, looking for anything that might come in handy later. Apparently they had entered a paper company, so not many things seen at the moment were necessities. It was all basically paper, printers, copiers, and etc. "Find anything useful?" Hank asked Heather, looking through some documents that had nothing to do with anything. "Yeah, I found something" a deep voice responded. Hank turned up with his axe in his hand, but was met with the back of a shotgun, dropping the man to his back. Another man pointed his rifle at Heather, telling the woman to get on her knees and drop her stuff. There were a total of four, all seemed very funky looking. "We gon' eat tonite ain't we Billy?!" one of the four said excitedly. He was basically jumping up and down with a big grin on his face. "I don't know John, I might want this one for myself" Billy responded, grabbing his groin as he licked his lips at the sight of Heather. He still had his gun pointed at her in order to keep her on check. "This one's down for the count. For now at least" called out the other large man - large meaning fat. "Once it stops raining we can head back" the fourth man said affirmatively. "Yes capt'n" John responded with that same creepy smile.
Floyd didn't even bother to ask why the young blonde woman didn't feel comfortable allowing him to borrow the crossbow. Instead, he crossed his arms and walked forward to the blockage in the road. Hank bit his bottom lip and felt disappointed with Imogen's decision. But again, he understood why she did what she did. He understood that some of the campers refused to believe Floyd as one of their own. He had only been with them for a month - not long enough to trust some would say. But in Hank's eyes, he had definitely earned his place - so far at least.
Anyhow, there was no time to argue with her nor attempt to convince her to trust Floyd. Hank respected her decision even though he didn't like it. It wasn't for him to chose for her, he wasn't anybodies father or commander, he was just a leader - or attempted to be one at least. And there was also Heather, the one who seemed to always go against his orders. She decided it'd be best if she tagged along, another decision Hank didn't agree with, but had no say in. He knew that if he said anything against it, she'd come back with a stronger reason to accompany them. She was like that - one step ahead just in case.
"Here" Hank called out to Floyd, walking towards the man. He extended the rifle DeSean gave to him and passed it on to the redneck. "I don't use guns" he stated, showing the man his axe. The reason for his ways was unknown, not even DeSean knew why Hank refused guns. There had been one incident in his past that scared Hank of his own abilities with a weapon. But that's a story for another time.
Anyhow, with only two people actually armed with projectile weapons, Hank hoped nothing would go wrong. Heather had her pistol and Floyd the rifle. Seth only had a machete, nobody trusted him with guns, he was too rash at times, letting his fear get to him. Arming a person like that would only bring problems. But regardless their status, the group had to make sure the path was safe enough to cross. There was no way Hank would allow the entire group to run into a hoard of walkers unexpectedly.
"Forty-five minutes!" Hank called out to DeSean as he followed Floyd into the array of broken down vehicles. Soon enough, the four scouts were now surrounded by small buildings and parked vehicles. DeSean and the others had reversed farther out to get away from the little town - just to be on the safe side. Hank and Floyd led Heather and Seth at the time. The entire place was dead quiet, only the sound of their footsteps were heard. This extreme silence made Hank a little uneasy, Floyd on the other hand looked calm and relaxed. The man held the rifle as though he'd been trained with one since birth. Without further ado, Hank decided to act. "We should make sure the buildings are secure, we don't want these deadbeats to come at us from all angles" he started, turning to Floyd as he pointed to his right. "You and Seth check those buildings over there. Don't go inside, just get a quick view from the windows, we don't want to start unnecessary trouble."
Floyd nodded and turned towards Seth. "C'mon" he said in a whisper, cocking his rifle and heading in the direction of the buildings. In the meantime, Hank turned towards Heather. "Your with me" he stated, not making eye contact.
On the other side of the spectrum, DeSean and the group behind awaited as the time ticked. It had only been about seven minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. Jennifer sat in the SUV brushing her long luxurious hair. DeSean just sat in the driver's seat with the door open, looking at his watch. He wasn't concerned with what the others were doing at the moment, but made sure to keep an eye on them from time to time. "He'll be back, don't worry" Jennifer said as she looked at herself through the passenger sun visor. "I know baby, I'm just concerned about that redneck f*cker. I still don't trust'em. What if he-" he started, suddenly cut off by an unexpected drop of water that clashed with the vehicle's windshield. Then suddenly three more appeared to cloud his sight. As DeSean stared towards the sky, he could see hundreds of raindrops coming his way. "Everyone get inside your vehicles! Lock them and stay armed until it stops raining!" he commanded, closing the door and windows to the SUV. He locked all the doors and used a small towel to dry his head and shoulders. He could see as the rain raced towards the city. "Damn" he cursed.
"Damn!" Hank cursed, his shoulders being soaked as he rushed towards the buildings with Heather by his side. He tried to open the door to one of them but it was locked. "Watch out" he told Heather, having her move aside as he used his axe to burst the glass door. It was dark inside, but light enough to see. He made sure to go in first and had Heather follow after he secured the entrance. Once she was inside, he looked back into the street and attempted to spot Seth and Floyd. "Damn, I can't see them can you?"
The rain had become so fierce within seconds of its first impact. It was as though a hurricane just popped out of nowhere. Well, it wasn't as bad as a hurricane, but it was so much rain it made it difficult to see in distances. On the other side of the street, Floyd and Seth had had the same idea as Hank, taking refuge within a building. "We'll stay here till' this passes" Floyd exclaimed, looking through the drapes. The two had entered a small local orthodontist office. "We have to go make sure they're alright though don't we?" Seth asked, shivering off the rain. Floyd didn't respond though, just kept staring out through the window as though he'd seen something. "What is it?" Seth asked, getting closer to the redneck. Quickly, Floyd rose his balled fist signaling Seth to stop moving and be quiet. He closed the drapes slowly and backed away from the window. Slowly the two men moved behind the front desk, Floyd pointing at the door with his rifle. Seth laid on his ass completely hidden. "Is it walkers?" he whispered at Floyd. Floyd turned to Seth. "No" he whispered, still pointing his gun at the door.
On the other side of the street, Hank looked through the building, looking for anything that might come in handy later. Apparently they had entered a paper company, so not many things seen at the moment were necessities. It was all basically paper, printers, copiers, and etc. "Find anything useful?" Hank asked Heather, looking through some documents that had nothing to do with anything. "Yeah, I found something" a deep voice responded. Hank turned up with his axe in his hand, but was met with the back of a shotgun, dropping the man to his back. Another man pointed his rifle at Heather, telling the woman to get on her knees and drop her stuff. There were a total of four, all seemed very funky looking. "We gon' eat tonite ain't we Billy?!" one of the four said excitedly. He was basically jumping up and down with a big grin on his face. "I don't know John, I might want this one for myself" Billy responded, grabbing his groin as he licked his lips at the sight of Heather. He still had his gun pointed at her in order to keep her on check. "This one's down for the count. For now at least" called out the other large man - large meaning fat. "Once it stops raining we can head back" the fourth man said affirmatively. "Yes capt'n" John responded with that same creepy smile.
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