Day Before The Rally
"...and that's when he shot all of them. They felt no pain, just....I don't know. I blinked as they fell to the floor, one by one. There is no forgiveness for people like him. I will kill him. I will kill Tremblay too, and anybody who threatens us from this point forward. I said before we had to become the monsters. That WE had to change in order to survive..." Hank paused for a second, his face overlapped by a scolding shadow. "I'm just sorry that we didn't change any sooner"
Floyd sat on the wooden floor of the house's porch. He looked up at Hank as the man spoke, sometimes letting his eyes escape to the side. He could just imagine what Hank had to see, the things he endured in those final days in captivity. He had arrived in the community a day after Floyd. There was an inner struggle building up inside the leader, a self worth battle against uncertainty. It seemed all Hank felt was anger and the desire for revenge. Despite him saying it was for survival, Floyd disagreed. Hank just wanted an escape from reality and step into the shoes of a stronger being. He wanted control for once - something he had not achieved since they stepped foot in Baton Rogue. Him and the others had been in inferior positions where they had to beg for their lives. Being put in that desperate position dehumanized Hank. It was sad.
"Not all of these people are bad. Some are actually good people" Floyd stated quietly. Hank looked down at Floyd, crossing his arms as he laid on the houses wall. "I don't want to hurt everyone Floyd. Just those that hurt us. Tremblay brought us here. He's as bad as the rest of them, I feel it. Look around. Guards with guns standing at all the exits? They're not letting us go that's for sure. It's simple. We fight them from the inside. Maybe round up people who stand against him, start a civil war."
Though Floyd was tired of fighting, he trusted Hank. So biting his bottom lip, the man nodded in agreement. "Yeah" he merely whispered, pushing himself up off the ground. Floyd then started going towards the entrance of the house, planning to talk to Jess. She had already been introduced to Hank. Before he could entered, Hank placed his hand on Floyd's shoulder. "We will get out of this, I promise"
Inside the home, Floyd headed to the kitchen where Jess was stationed with her little boy. He walked in and let his hip lay on the counter on the other side of her. He looked around for a bit, remembering that old house they had stayed at and what happened that same night. The kitchen looked similar, but had its differences, such as the window near the sink and the wooden cabinets on the walls. Anyhow, Floyd wasn't there to take a view of the scenery, he was there to speak with Jess.
"We'll get out of here soon. Hank has a plan. I trust em" Floyd started, looking at her one second, then down at the floor the next. Since he was reunited with her, everything seemed to have changed. Their relationship wasn't like it had been, but they weren't too far gone. Floyd felt as though he owed her for what happened. He left and she had to endure childhood and possible danger. Because Abram wasn't around, Floyd could only believe she had to survive on her own and everything she endured was on him. "How's he doin?" he asked in regards to Ben. He looked like a healthy child despite his circumstances.
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Two Days Before The Rally
"We were all supposed to come, but they didn't want all of us" Floyd continued, letting Alison listen. He was a bit more open with her because she seemed to actually care. She promised him that everything he had to say wouldn't leave the room and Floyd trusted her. It was usually hard to gain Floyd's trust, but this was different. She seemed to be the only one around the community that didn't want anything from him. Alison said that all she wanted was to help.
"How long did you know them for?" she asked, her voice not pushy or anything. The woman didn't even bother asking questions she knew Floyd wouldn't answer. He job was initially to report to Tremblay about all of her findings, but she was going against protocol at this point. She wasn't even supposed to do these kinds of things - counselling. She was a physical therapist, that was all. Sometimes though, she couldn't help but connect with her patients - who in this case - were also her neighbors.
"I don't know" Floyd finally answered honestly. Keeping track of time was pointless in this day in age. All that was important was doing what they had to do today in order to be alive tomorrow. Alison then wheeled herself across the room and got closer to Floyd. Slowly she started to reach forward with her hand as she spoke. "I'll do what I can. I'll speak to Tremblay and try and get him to get your friends" she stated, her hand now on Floyd's thigh. The man turned to her and made eye contact. He then bit his bottom lip and stood up quickly, forcing Alison to back sit up in her chair. Floyd fled to the door.
"Thanks doc" he said before exiting and shutting the door behind him.
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Day Of The Rally
Floyd wasn't really comfortable being surrounded by this many people, especially since he followed Jess to the front near the podium. He looked left and right at all the people gathered for Tremblay's little game. Their shoulders bumped into Floyd's which made the man fuss at every touch. He looked around for Hank, but couldn't see the man anywhere - understanding why he hose not to attend. Floyd didn't want to go either, but had to keep an eye on Jess, protect her. The noise was uncomfortable too, people talking and murmuring about without the realization of what was going on.
It all fell silent when Tremblay appeared before everyone, immediately starting his speech. Everything he was saying seemed to echo the things Hank had said to him the day before. There was a difference though, and that was that Tremblay was not so conform with the survival of everybody, merely his communities. It sounded as though he would sacrifice one if it meant the survival of the rest. There was no sense of mercy coming from him. He was not a good man.
"Let's go" Floyd said after seeing Tremblay make eye contact with Jess. All of a sudden though, guards came out to meet Tremblay on the stage. They had a man forced into their grasp and dragging him onto the podium. Floyd's brow pinched at the sight of the man they held. He turned towards Jess with squinted eyes. Then his gaze returned to Tyler - the unfortunate bastard. He now knew why Tremblay had asked them to give intel on Tyler - information that would be used against him at this exact moment. Floyd was now not so obliged to leave. It's not that he wanted too see what was to happen to Tyler, but needed to make out if his gut feeling about Tremblay was right. If Tremblay killed Tyler now, he would most likely split his own community in half and help Hank build an internal struggle.
