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Floyd - The Lone Ranger - Lynn/Jess/Tom/Doc/and Emma?
Finally the train tracks grew visible after what seemed to be an endless jog. Lynn raced down the blooming grass and tackled her beloved teenage friend, grasping her entire persona in her arms. The boy and the doctor remained in the background as the entire reunion took place, but there was no time to pause in joyous rejoice. The wind was calm and breezy giving off enough cold air to satisfy, but not too much or too little to irritate. It was silent, the moans that had followed them for long distances had came to a halt. It was obvious though, that sooner or later, they would either hear more moans, or the roars of automatic weapons.
Without further ado, Lynn solicited for Floyd's aid. He wanted him to get her friend out of tracks, going who knows where. Currently there was nothing east, nor west - nothing but more endless tracks of course. But if they followed it, they would eventually reach something. Floyd hesitated to respond though; he had already done so much for these people and owed them nothin' more. "How do you plan to get out of here?" he questioned Lynn. Did they have a form of transportation, or was she just concerned about her friend. "Tsch.............Fine!" Floyd called out, almost seemingly annoyed. He walked passed the pregnant girl and started walking eastward. "C'mon girl, we ain't got all day. It'll get dark soon" he said, hopping on the bike he had abandoned a couple hours ago. "Hop on kid, we best goin' now." He looked back to Lynn. "We'll most likely be headed to the next town, if any. Its dawn, so we'll have no choice but to camp out in the forest for the night. You best find us, cuz I ain't takin' care of her foreva' ya' hear?!"
With a kick, the bike miraculously started. Just as expected, it just needed a tune up. The machines motor roared like a furious bear prepared to strike its prey. Suddenly, out of the midst of soars, another small girl popped from the outskirts of the city. From afar she looked like a walker, but Lynn suddenly announced she was alive. Floyd didn't think much of the girl since he didn't really have ties with any of these people. The only reason he's taking Jessalyn is because he was promised a favor in return. But now the problem began. Was he going to be asked to also take this girl with him? Or was Jessalyn all that mattered to Lynn? All this wasted time deciding what to do was giving walkers time to catch up.
"So what's it gonna be powered perm? How do you plan to catch up to us?" he questioned, still not sure he was getting the good side of the deal. What if they couldn't catch up to him, would he be stuck with the child bearer and her burdens. Once again he was fighting his conscious, reality vs innocence.
Finally the train tracks grew visible after what seemed to be an endless jog. Lynn raced down the blooming grass and tackled her beloved teenage friend, grasping her entire persona in her arms. The boy and the doctor remained in the background as the entire reunion took place, but there was no time to pause in joyous rejoice. The wind was calm and breezy giving off enough cold air to satisfy, but not too much or too little to irritate. It was silent, the moans that had followed them for long distances had came to a halt. It was obvious though, that sooner or later, they would either hear more moans, or the roars of automatic weapons.
Without further ado, Lynn solicited for Floyd's aid. He wanted him to get her friend out of tracks, going who knows where. Currently there was nothing east, nor west - nothing but more endless tracks of course. But if they followed it, they would eventually reach something. Floyd hesitated to respond though; he had already done so much for these people and owed them nothin' more. "How do you plan to get out of here?" he questioned Lynn. Did they have a form of transportation, or was she just concerned about her friend. "Tsch.............Fine!" Floyd called out, almost seemingly annoyed. He walked passed the pregnant girl and started walking eastward. "C'mon girl, we ain't got all day. It'll get dark soon" he said, hopping on the bike he had abandoned a couple hours ago. "Hop on kid, we best goin' now." He looked back to Lynn. "We'll most likely be headed to the next town, if any. Its dawn, so we'll have no choice but to camp out in the forest for the night. You best find us, cuz I ain't takin' care of her foreva' ya' hear?!"
With a kick, the bike miraculously started. Just as expected, it just needed a tune up. The machines motor roared like a furious bear prepared to strike its prey. Suddenly, out of the midst of soars, another small girl popped from the outskirts of the city. From afar she looked like a walker, but Lynn suddenly announced she was alive. Floyd didn't think much of the girl since he didn't really have ties with any of these people. The only reason he's taking Jessalyn is because he was promised a favor in return. But now the problem began. Was he going to be asked to also take this girl with him? Or was Jessalyn all that mattered to Lynn? All this wasted time deciding what to do was giving walkers time to catch up.
"So what's it gonna be powered perm? How do you plan to catch up to us?" he questioned, still not sure he was getting the good side of the deal. What if they couldn't catch up to him, would he be stuck with the child bearer and her burdens. Once again he was fighting his conscious, reality vs innocence.
Floyd - God's Promise: The Resurrection of the Dead - Lynn
And suddenly, the gunshots settled into silence. Through the tinted window remained the shadows, this time, absent any movement. Floyd watched with care until suddenly, out if nowhere, another shot blasted through the echoing cathedral. All one could see from Floyd's perspective was the fall if a human shadow. It seemed a raider either shot the enemy, or one of their own. Floyd had yet to encounter a raider till now.
After verbal exchange, it seemed the raiders were not satisfied with what they found. The small group fragmented out the creaking doors, escaping the incoming hoard of walkers. All this shots were like a dinner bell for the undead. The whole city was coming to the soup kitchen known as United Methodist Church. And it was clear these creatures were heading there, Floyd could see them clearly at a distance. The issue was, if he jumped out there now, the raiders would return fire, even though they weren't the targets.
As the raiders took leave, Lynn seemed to have decided to join Floyd's side. "Bout' time you showed up" he said, arming his bow in the meantime. And now was where the real issue began. An entire load of walkers started to overrun the church's general area. Lynn called out as she started to fire her pistol, hopefully not wasting too many bullets. As much as Floyd wanted to fire, there was no way all the walkers present would get taken down, regardless the arsenal.
Without time wasted, Floyd turned around, taking Lynn by the arm. "We gotta get outta here! There's too many, we can't take them all!" He yelled over the moans and groans echoing through the city. The sound was horrifying yet simultaneous and harmonious. It was as though a walking dead a Capella group from Hollywood took the stage known as Louisiana hell hole. As much as Floyd wanted to fight back, he knew the situation called for an escape. "C'mon! We gotta get your friend and get away from here!"
The victims of the church would have to fend for themselves, there was no time or possibility of helping them. The only way those people could get our now was through the back door of the church, assuming it had one ofcourse. That exit would lead to the next street on the other side of the suburbs. Only way Floyd and Lynn could meet up with the survivors is if they both headed towards the intersection heading to the tracks. For Floyd and Lynn, that was the only exit out. The hoard blocked the entire stree, basically making it a one-way.
Without wasting any arrows, Floyd put his bow aside and started jogging in the direction if the railroad tracks. He had his knife in hand just in case walkers decided to jump out if the houses nearby. Hopefully that bike he had parked would start again. It must have been a filtering issue, it was fixable but would take some time. Since it stood for a couple hours, it should start right up, but won't last too long unless the filter is changed along with some plugs. Hopefully it wasn't a transmission issue, because as of now, that would be unfixable.
And suddenly, the gunshots settled into silence. Through the tinted window remained the shadows, this time, absent any movement. Floyd watched with care until suddenly, out if nowhere, another shot blasted through the echoing cathedral. All one could see from Floyd's perspective was the fall if a human shadow. It seemed a raider either shot the enemy, or one of their own. Floyd had yet to encounter a raider till now.
After verbal exchange, it seemed the raiders were not satisfied with what they found. The small group fragmented out the creaking doors, escaping the incoming hoard of walkers. All this shots were like a dinner bell for the undead. The whole city was coming to the soup kitchen known as United Methodist Church. And it was clear these creatures were heading there, Floyd could see them clearly at a distance. The issue was, if he jumped out there now, the raiders would return fire, even though they weren't the targets.
As the raiders took leave, Lynn seemed to have decided to join Floyd's side. "Bout' time you showed up" he said, arming his bow in the meantime. And now was where the real issue began. An entire load of walkers started to overrun the church's general area. Lynn called out as she started to fire her pistol, hopefully not wasting too many bullets. As much as Floyd wanted to fire, there was no way all the walkers present would get taken down, regardless the arsenal.
Without time wasted, Floyd turned around, taking Lynn by the arm. "We gotta get outta here! There's too many, we can't take them all!" He yelled over the moans and groans echoing through the city. The sound was horrifying yet simultaneous and harmonious. It was as though a walking dead a Capella group from Hollywood took the stage known as Louisiana hell hole. As much as Floyd wanted to fight back, he knew the situation called for an escape. "C'mon! We gotta get your friend and get away from here!"
The victims of the church would have to fend for themselves, there was no time or possibility of helping them. The only way those people could get our now was through the back door of the church, assuming it had one ofcourse. That exit would lead to the next street on the other side of the suburbs. Only way Floyd and Lynn could meet up with the survivors is if they both headed towards the intersection heading to the tracks. For Floyd and Lynn, that was the only exit out. The hoard blocked the entire stree, basically making it a one-way.
Without wasting any arrows, Floyd put his bow aside and started jogging in the direction if the railroad tracks. He had his knife in hand just in case walkers decided to jump out if the houses nearby. Hopefully that bike he had parked would start again. It must have been a filtering issue, it was fixable but would take some time. Since it stood for a couple hours, it should start right up, but won't last too long unless the filter is changed along with some plugs. Hopefully it wasn't a transmission issue, because as of now, that would be unfixable.
Goodnight.
I would like it to be tonight, I'm kinda bored :/
This is actually the only active rp i'm involved in. Sad, I know.
This is actually the only active rp i'm involved in. Sad, I know.
After his Sensei approved their little chat, he resumed by telling them about the soon-to-reach forest they were about to enter. It seemed like he wanted to scare them with old tales and myths concerning such landmass. Shiro didn't bother to believe him though, it went against his believes to worry about something that didn't exist, therefore, he remained calm and collective. He didn't believe in 'what ifs', so a forest that makes one hallucinate was improbable.
Regardless, he was in training mode, meaning that his lazy persona was no longer taking over him. When on the field, he was focused in order to succeed in his task. If training was going to take place once they get out of the 'supernatural' forest, then his mission was to get out as soon as possible. He was anxious to increase his level of chakra control and was tired of seeing nothing but trees.
Unable to prevent it, Shiro yawned as he followed Emiya Sensei, keeping up with him regardless how dense the air around him was. The temperature and weather obviously changed, just like Sensei had announced. He turned to his teammate to make sure she was also keeping up. She was an earth style user, from what he's heard, earth style users were sort of slow.
Your evil laughs scare everyone Myst.................. Including myself.
Lol, sowwy
Things are getting intense. Nowhere seems to be safe anymore.
Floyd - I was never a church person - Lynn
"You say all this yet she's out there alone. You and your high cotton smart talk" he finished, rushing forth into the street pulling out his trench knife, bumping passed her on his way. "If you wanna know whose in there, then you best get movin'." The walkers that had led him to the church would no longer be his guides, they were now enemy. With a quick thrust, Floyd pierced the first walker through the back of the skull, penetrating the blade through the brain, causing the soulless corpse to fall motionless. The thud the collapse caused, called forth other walkers around it to focus on Floyd, rather than the gunshots.
Without hesitation, Floyd pushed another walker down to the ground, jumped on it, and stabbed it directly in the face about three times, ending its 'life'. He noticed three other walkers heading towards him as well, but unlike the two he just killed, these were at a decent range where he could either shoot with his arrow, or just run passed them. He turned back to Lynn. "C'mon, I ain't got all day!" he called out as he started to jog towards the side of the church where the gunshots were loud and clear. It seemed that there was crossfire between the raiders and another group. So Floyd was going through all this trouble to help yet another person, stupid redneck.
He then peaked through the tinted window. Church windows were always so damn glamorous that one couldn't really see much through them. They always had these images and colors that made them like art rather than a window - what they're actually supposed to be. Floyd wasn't really religious, he was somewhat a deist. He believed there was a creator, a god, but didn't think much of him. He never prayed, never really got him anywhere. His life was shit regardless he did it or not. Father and mother absent, best friend absent, he was just alone all the damn time, not even the community priest wanted him around, he was 'trouble' as the white trash called him. Anyhow, all one could see through the window was shadows moving left and right. Without turning he spoke, surely Lynn was beside him by now. "We gonna have to get in there. There should be a door through the back, if not, we'll just flank them. I can go through the front door, you can just start shootin' from here" he suggested. This was now a life and death situation. If he died here, it would be obvious that God was never on his side from birth. When you die in the house of God, it's obvious where your going.
"You say all this yet she's out there alone. You and your high cotton smart talk" he finished, rushing forth into the street pulling out his trench knife, bumping passed her on his way. "If you wanna know whose in there, then you best get movin'." The walkers that had led him to the church would no longer be his guides, they were now enemy. With a quick thrust, Floyd pierced the first walker through the back of the skull, penetrating the blade through the brain, causing the soulless corpse to fall motionless. The thud the collapse caused, called forth other walkers around it to focus on Floyd, rather than the gunshots.
Without hesitation, Floyd pushed another walker down to the ground, jumped on it, and stabbed it directly in the face about three times, ending its 'life'. He noticed three other walkers heading towards him as well, but unlike the two he just killed, these were at a decent range where he could either shoot with his arrow, or just run passed them. He turned back to Lynn. "C'mon, I ain't got all day!" he called out as he started to jog towards the side of the church where the gunshots were loud and clear. It seemed that there was crossfire between the raiders and another group. So Floyd was going through all this trouble to help yet another person, stupid redneck.
He then peaked through the tinted window. Church windows were always so damn glamorous that one couldn't really see much through them. They always had these images and colors that made them like art rather than a window - what they're actually supposed to be. Floyd wasn't really religious, he was somewhat a deist. He believed there was a creator, a god, but didn't think much of him. He never prayed, never really got him anywhere. His life was shit regardless he did it or not. Father and mother absent, best friend absent, he was just alone all the damn time, not even the community priest wanted him around, he was 'trouble' as the white trash called him. Anyhow, all one could see through the window was shadows moving left and right. Without turning he spoke, surely Lynn was beside him by now. "We gonna have to get in there. There should be a door through the back, if not, we'll just flank them. I can go through the front door, you can just start shootin' from here" he suggested. This was now a life and death situation. If he died here, it would be obvious that God was never on his side from birth. When you die in the house of God, it's obvious where your going.
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