Floyd - The Hunter, The Hunted - Hank/DeSean/Imogen
It wasn't until the dawning sun that the redneck decided to make his way back to the house. Whoever had taken this kind of action was obviously sending some kind of message, warning the group of their existence and influence in this town. To go through the trouble of vandalizing the vehicles at night like they had done, that was no joke. Whoever did this put themselves in danger to prove that they didn't fear it, or that they didn't have to, who knew? Either way, this would have to be brought up, but only to the right people. Putting everyone on high alert when they just found tranquility wouldn't be smart. It was also a matter of hiding the truth from the group when they were trying to reunite - it was a risky move, but Floyd wasn't the one making the calls, it'd be the others.
Floyd returned back to find Imogen still guarding the house - the girl had guts that's for sure. Floyd signaled her that everything was okay and moved in closer to her. "They're gone" he stated, disappointed that he was unable to find them. "Found tire tracks on the rode, they left in a hurry" he added, but not saying anything more than that. It was obvious the tires had been slashed and that was gonna prove difficult to hide, but they'd have to find a way Floyd thought, but again, it wasn't his call - the leadership of the group obviously belonged to Hank for now, maybe DeSean.
After entering the house and finding Hank just waking up, Floyd signaled him to the kitchen. Hank yawned as he slowly forced himself to stand, wiping his face with his rough hand as he smacked DeSean on the knee with the other. DeSean jumped and woke Jennifer up in the progress because his arms were wrapped around his woman. He gave her a kiss and followed Hank to the kitchen. "What's going on?" Hank asked, leaning over the center counter top as he listened. DeSean leaned on the door frame and crossed his arms. "We got some tailgaters" Floyd responded with his gruff voice. "They slashed our tires in the night, fled right after. I think they're tryin' to tell us sumthin" he added.
Hank suddenly got irritated by the bad news. They hadn't even been a full day in the town and were already experiencing problems. Problems that didn't even pertain to the walking dead. They were about to battle against human narcissists. Hank turned to DeSean who raised a brow and nodded right and left. "Anybody else know?" he asked, looking into the main room making sure everyone else was asleep. "Imogen" Floyd answered.
"Then let's keep it that way for now" Hank jumped in, standing up firmly. "If this gets around, were going to have more problems. Right now, I'm trying to bring us together, this will not get in the way" he whispered.
"What about the tires? How ya gonna explain that?" Floyd whispered back in question.
"I'll handle that, but for now, this stays between us, understood?" Hank ordered, the others nodding as DeSean went outside and told Imogen about the arrangement. Hank hated lying, but he didn't want to sprite and wariness, they got enough of that already. "We need to find who did this Floyd. We have to make sure it doesn't happen again. These people......they've become a threat to us now. So if you see them out there, you don't hesitate. You kill them" Hank said, that fearful presence returning to him yet again. He had that same look he had when Heather was attacked and Floyd could tell, but said nothing about it. It surely still bothered the man that he was hopeless to protect the woman he clearly cared about.
"They went North, that's all I could tell" Floyd stated honestly. The tracks led to the center of the city, but nothing else. It didn't matter how much he wanted to find, there was nothing. "Okay. Stay on high alert. We'll have a look after breakfast" Hank said as Floyd left the kitchen. "We're going to be alright, we'll get through this" Hank said to himself, eyes closed and hands on the counter top. "We have to"