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Decisions made under emotional duress tend not to revolve around rationality and self-preservation ergo it's entirely feasible that they "walked off" to save their families. However, regardless of what the TWD canon indicates, we already have enough soldiers in this RP. Any more and the idea will quickly become trite.

I'm not sure if your last remark was a snarky jab or a good-natured joke. In case it was the former, that sounds like a false dichotomy to me. You can have an interesting and complex character without them being yet another experienced badass from the army. In comparison to the idea of even more soldiers, fried chicken warriors sound quite entertaining and original.
#7

Lily forced herself to not look back; although it had been a year since the outbreak had begun, she had never got used to the sight of the walkers voraciously tearing apart and devouring flesh. It was sickening. This world had become an eternal nightmare in which the only recourse was death.

She ran alongside Samantha and the two of them dodged protruding tree branches and scattered detritus on the forest floor, leaping over rocks and small streams as they tore through the night, eager to escape the dark forest.

They eventually found themselves back among society, or at least, the remnants of it. A vast and endless highway greeted them, inundated with long-abandoned cars and interspersed with solitary shamblers. Even if they got one of the cars to work, it would be impossible to maneuver it through the blockage. They would have to rely on their already exhausted legs for this trek.

"I'm sure one of these cars has a map in it." she suggested. "Once we find it, we can turn in for the night in a van or something. I really need to rest my legs up... We have a long few days ahead of us."
#7

Lily stood her ground as Samantha approached her, gun in hand. Although this woman was dangerous and brutal, she was also the best chance that Lily had of ever seeing Calliope again. Besides. Samantha was only what she had to be. The raiders had forced her hand. What did it matter that they were dead when their being alive would have meant a lifetime of suffering for both of them?

"I'm fine." she said, her voice shaking a bit as she held her hand out for the gun. "You did what you had to. Even if there was another way, leaving them alive would only mean pain for others."
#6

Levi crouched down near the fence and gazed wistfully at Lindsey through the chain wire. He knew this wasn't going to work but sheer hope made him follow through. He grabbed the fence and pushed it hard but it wouldn't budge. There was no way he was going to escape the same way as Lindsey.

He shook his head at her and stood up, sneaking over to Calliope and picking her up in his arms. He hurried back to the gap in the fence and set her down on her feet, shaking her gently until she finally came to her senses.

"What's going on?" she asked blearily, looking up at Levi.

"You're getting out of here." he said firmly. "Roll through under the fence, come on."

He grasped the chain wire fence in his right hand and gritted his teeth, shoving it as back as hard as he could. When he could push no further, he grabbed the basketball in his left hand and wedged it under the fence to keep the gap propped up.

"Lay down on your stomach and crawl out, OK?" he instructed to a nervous-looking Calliope. "You'll be fine."

She heeded his request and slowly flattened herself against the floor, crawling out on her forearms. Thanks to her diminutive size and the basketball propping the fence up, she reached the other side unscathed.

"Good work," he said, grinning at them both. The grin immediately faltered when he realised that the hardest part was yet to come; these were two girls, both pre-teens, who had to escape a heavily fortified raider camp on their own. "But now what? How are you two going to get out of here without attracting their attention?"

Despite her young age, Lindsey seemed relatively experienced compared to Calliope. By the looks of it, there was a large age gap between the two, but it also seemed as if Lindsey had not been afforded the benefit of an ever-present and protective older sister like Calliope had. Now, it was the latter who was at the disadvantage.
#7

Lily dove into the bushes as soon as the man had turned around, watching the entire scene of carnage unfold before her eyes. Samantha seemed well-trained and efficient, mercilessly dispatching of their captors. Lily clasped her hand to her own mouth to prevent the release of a gasp of fear, her eyes widening as bullets tore into the men's skulls and their former guard's flesh roasted on the fire; the smell of his burning carcass was so strong it felt as if it was singing her nostrils.

She slowly got to her feet, shivering a little as she watched Samantha scavenge through the equipment that had belonged to the raiders. She had absolutely no idea what to do. She knew that she should be grateful to her fellow ex-slave for saving her from a fate worse than death, but the ease and blase manner in which Samantha had executed four human beings was pressing against Lily's mind. Samantha was capable, but she was also extremely dangerous.

Anyone who could kill like that was clearly not right in the head. The choices before her were causing her to panic, her mind clouding with fear: should she run or should she stay? Remaining under the aegis of Samantha would surely help her to survive, but what if she was deemed a detriment to Samantha's own survival? How could she be certain that the fate of the men would not befall her?
#6

Levi bit back an angry retort at her request, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He appreciated that she had every right to be suspicious, but she wasn't going to make any kind of progress by stultifying the possibility of a team-related effort.

"Fine." he replied shortly. "You'll see."

He would wake her at night, when visibility in the basketball court would be obfuscated. This plan was dependent on the incompetency and laziness of the guards but, somehow, he figured that it was not too much of a stretch. The raiders seemed undisciplined, especially when they were making secret drug deals with slaves.

He sat down and leaned his back against the fence on the opposite side, watching Calliope attempt to clumsily throw the ball into the basketball hoop that towered above her. He smiled at the image until his eyelids began to feel heavy, his head slowly drooping to the side...
Levi's eyes snapped open and he gasped, looking around him in bewilderment. It took a few moments for him to acclimate and realise that he had been taken prisoner by a gang of marauding slavers.

"Fuck..." he whispered to himself, upset that sleep had lulled him into a false sense of security and made him forget about his predicament.

He glanced at his side and saw Calliope curled up, eyes closed and breathing softly, her arms wrapped around the basketball. Cute.

Levi got back up to his feet and gently pulled the basketball away from Calliope's grip without waking her. She needed these extra moments of sleep before the great escape but, more importantly, if he and Lindsey were caught, he didn't want Calliope to be punished as an accomplice.

He scrutinised his surroundings carefully, ensuring that the guards in the distance were seated and not patrolling. As soon as he confirmed this, he silently made his way over to Lindsey. To his great surprise, she was already awake. To further add to his bemusement, she was crouched down and looked as if she was about to escape.

"You managed to get it open?" he whispered, hoping he didn't alarm her. "Wow. Some help I turned out to be with that basketball, huh?"
I hear you, Syrian, Lori pissed me off in general. It was beyond ridiculous how she encouraged Rick to kill Shane and then chastised him for doing so. I think humans are quick to adapt and, as soon as a modicum of safety is in their hands, they go back to the trivial crap that makes them so flawed. Less pregnancy drama, more zombies! They really messed up with Season 3 but the reason I loved Season 4 is because you got to see how much the group cares about each other. It really explored the depths of their friendship. One of Season 3's greatest moments for me was when Merle and Daryl were together and Merle referred to Glenn as a 'chinaman'. Daryl called him this exact epithet in season 1 or 2 but because time has passed and Merle is a dick, Daryl angrily said 'He's KOREAN!'

Kilroy, the loose explanation in TWD is that the collapse of the government and the military was not only the sudden nature of the outbreak that overwhelmed them all but that the vast majority of the military left their posts to be with their families. I think that's a kind of realistic reaction. It's not that you have a bad idea, it just diminishes the importance of the main plot in which survivors are trying to get to Sears Tower (please don't make me call it Willis Tower) because that's supposed to be the last, strong bastion of humanity in Chicago. I'm also a little iffy on the amount of soldiers and pseudo-soldiers we have so far. Characters with military backgrounds are cool in small doses but it becomes just a smidge banal when half the cast used to be in the army. It also weakens the agency of the non-army characters since, realistically, the army characters should be able to kick their asses or at least have the upper hand along with having more supplies and weapons etc.
#6

Levi stared at her, completely nonplussed and aghast at her reaction. She had helped to untie him only a few moments ago, so what had happened between then and now to cause her to somehow mistrust him? As he tried to formulate an answer, the repeated thuds of Calliope bouncing the ball against the floor brought him to his senses.

"Did you not hear us?" he asked, frowning at the mess he had gotten himself into. "Look, it's not what it looked like. I wanted that ball to cheer the girl up and, more importantly," he lowered his voice to a whisper. "To prop the fence up."

His eyes darted in the direction of Lindsey's hard work. Her effort, admirable as it was, was still far from completion. With his help, however, they would be able to escape a lot faster.

"Please, you have to believe me." he pleaded, concerned that Lindsey was still not facing him. "I just want to get out of here and I can't do that without your help. I'll be able to open that fence enough for the kid to be able to get out. She'll be able to lift it from the other side and, with my help, the gap will be big enough for you to escape as well. I just need you to come back for me, OK?"
Yes, we'd love to have you! You guys could jump into ThreeDawgFO3's scenario if you want, it's relatively recent and he seems like he'll be pretty active.
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