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Location: Newnan: Courthouse outside the Infirmary >> Shower room
Interacting With: Each other, Ms Sally
Interaction Tags: @Lady Amalthea


Richard was silent enough as Zoie wheeled him out of the infirmary and he gave one last glance back to the Smith sisters who were dealing with loss in a few different ways. Despite himself, he couldn't help but smirk as he realised that Maria would never get to use her beloved bow and arrow ever again and he did his best to hide the face from Zoie but putting on a coughing fit that he soon regretted once he felt the pain in his ribs. His coughs became real as he hacked his lungs up for a moment longer. Once they had subsided, Richard leaned back and wheezed a little as he looked up to Zoie while she looked out of a nearby window.

Sidd nodded to Zoie's request and he gulped as he made his way into the infirmary. Richard could tell the kid was uncomfortable in this world and he began to wonder just how long the kid would have lasted were it not for all these walls and all the people dying to keep him safe inside. Shaking his head, Richard reached a hand up and lightly caressed Zoie's arm to draw her attention. "Yo, Daisy Duke, y'alright?"

Zoie reached over and rested her hand over his as it caressed her arm, squeezing his fingers gently before she glanced towards him and gave him a soft smile. He smirked back to her and gave her a half capable wink with his swollen eyes. "Fine as strawberry wine," she said warmly as she stepped over to him and knelt down beside the wheel chair. Her head tilting to the side some as she looked him over. "Seems I should be the one askin' dat. How you holdin' up? Them girls did a number on that pretty face of yers."

"I'll be right as rain soon enough, 'sides this is just gonna give me more character darlin'. Least I ain't missin' any body parts..." He grimaced a little at the thought of the screams that Maria had let out in the infirmary and he shuddered. He may hate the poor bitch but that was a hell of a thing to deal with in this world. He'd had his joy from her misery and now he just felt sorry for her. Zoie clearly had one hell of an affect on him and maybe it was a good thing. He didn't much like his chances in this new group with people already hating his guts here. He'd have a lot of work ahead of him to build up trust with the people here.

"Well that be good to hear, would suck if I went through all dat out there only to come back and find out you be missin' somethin' important," she laughed softly as her eyes traveled down to his lap and then back up, giving him a bit of a wink in the process. He grinned like the cat that had got the cream then. Resting her hands on her knees, she pushed herself to a standing position and took a breath. They day had been hectic to say the least. Hopefully some sleep would be in order tonight, from the look on the street the town was clearing things out quickly. Grabbing a chair she pulled it over and straddled it as she sat down next to Richard, making sure to face him so he didn't have to turn to look at her.

"That Froggy is one hell o' a doc. There'd be more dead than livin' if it weren't for his handiwork." He tucked a few strands of bloody hair behind Zoie's right ear and picked a few bits of wood chip and metal shavings that had found their way into it. "Froggy be one hell of a fixer upper. Would done died of this if it weren't from him," she said as she pulled the leg of her shorts up a bit until it reached her hip and the jagged roughly healed scar could be seen. Richard scowled as he looked at the scar but didn't say anything. He just placed a gentle hand over it for a second before moving his hand away. Shrugging a bit she let go and looked back over to Richard and smirked. He didn't want to think about what had happened to make her face so beaten and ruined. "You sure you don't need Froggy to look you over? Yer face ain't exactly in much better shape than my own right about now. What happened with your... "old acquaintance" was it?"

"Well ain't ya a sweet one. Trust me hun, I be as fine as Dixie right now. Little bruised and busted up but nuthin that won't be a healin' right quick like," she assured him as she reached forward and cupped his chin softly as she spoke. Slowly she let her hand fall away, her fingers trailing through his beard a bit in the process. Richard reached up and scratched the itch that her fingers had left there. "I told ya, he lost his head," she laughed, holding her side as she explained what went down in the fight. She was rather graphic with the whole thing but that didn't matter. She spun the tale like a right proper southern girl would. Lots of flair with a perfectly timed "Bless his heart" at the end as she rolled her eyes.

"Well that was a hell of a tale, girl. Glad you shared it with me and extra glad that fucker lost his head the way he did. Good job, darlin'. Glad you're on my side." He smiled at her with half closed eyes as his gaze lingered over her injuries on her arms and side. He'd liked to have been the one to help her out with her old acquaintance but he knew that she didn't need his help really. He wondered what a girl like this saw in a guy like him. He knew he was a dirty, lying, cheating scoundrel of a man but why didn't she see it?

"Aww ol' Cletus watn't anythang to worry none about. Now, Adamm, he be a different story but that be for another time," she said with a visible shiver that ran down her spine remembering her time in Eden. Now, that was a place that was the definition of hell. Shaking off the thought she looked back over to Richard and grinned a bit.

He looked out of the window as best he could and he cracked his knuckles before beginning to pick at the rough skin around his fingernails that were causing him aggro. Glancing out of the window she saw things seemed to calming down some. Part of her felt she needed to get back out there and start rounding up the bodies so they could get them outside the walls but right then she was just happy to catch her breath. She really hadn't since that morning. Huffing slightly she blew her bangs out of her face before turning her attention back over to Richard.

"Listen, once things get calmed down out there and we can hunker down for the night yu'sa probably gonna need to bunk with me. Froggy gonna have to be takin' care of One Armed Legolas. So he ain't gonna be able to tend to ya fully. I ain't no nurse but I know enough to get ya settled."

Richard nodded and looked over to her. "Aye, you're probably right about that. The armless archer ain't gonna want to see my mug when she wakes up. Now just promise me one thing, sweetcheeks..." He let his voice go low as he leaned in closer to her, his breath was hot over her ear as he whispered to her. Zoie perking a brow slightly as he came closer to her, just what was ol' Honkey Tonk up to now? "...promise me you won't break my good ribs when we get down to the rodeo, alright?" He laughed a little as he leaned back and looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes despite the pain he felt. He knew nothing like that would be going down tonight but that didn't mean he couldn't have a joke about it with her. Now hopefully she didn't beat his sorry ass for his comment.

Zoie smirked. So that was the game he wanted to play. Poor thing had no idea what he was getting himself into. She bit her bottom lip slightly as her hand reached out, running along the line of his collar as she stood up. Her leg swinging over the back of the chair as she stepped closer to him. "Careful there country," she said in a sultry voice, her words slipping off her tongue like velvet as she placed a knee on either side of his lap and gripped his shirt. Her lips came so close to his, just a feathers touch away as she whispered. "Wouldn't want to break ya before I had a chance to have any fun." Her tongue flicked out against his lips before she slipped away from him and sat back down in her chair smirking.

Richard physically shuddered at her words and touch and he couldn't help but barking out a loud laugh. "C'mon Daisy Duke, that ain't fair! I'm chair bound and er'ythang." His Southern drawl came out clearer as he whined like a wounded puppy dog. He tried to cross his arms without hurting himself and he pouted like a child as he gave her his best puppy dog eyes. "Yer killin' me, sweetcheeks. Absolutely killin' me."

Zoie had to bring her hand to her mouth to stifle the laughter. He was so pathetic right then and it was too damn adorable. Her lips thinned as she brought her hand down from her mouth, still smiling over at him. "You poor thang. You look likes I just swatted you with a rolled up newpaper after stickin' your nose in my fields," she giggled. Shaking her head she rolled her eyes a bit before leaning close to him. "This just be havin' to do fer now," she whispered before she placed a delicate kiss to his lips; soft lips that tasted like Georgia honeysuckles. He closed his eyes and savoured the gentle, sweet taste of her lips and smirked as she pulled away. Well at least he'd gotten something that he wanted today. Besides ol' Beaner taking a dive into some Deadbrains and Dyke-o losing her arm.

Leaning back she gave him an endearing little smile as she crossed her arms over her chest. Richard's smirk never waivered and he held her gaze as he licked his lips happily. "Two things could make this moment better. First thing, I wish I had my flask in my pocket rather than in my pack. I could do with a shot of whiskey right now." He chuckled and shifted himself a little in his seat, easing the sleeping ass cheeks that he now had before he continued. "Second thing, I wish I wasn't so battered and bruised so that I could lift you up and press you against that wall right there. Get a real good taste of you instead of that teaser." He adjusted himself downstairs as he looked to her, the second time he'd done it towards her since they'd met that morning. He was super surprised she didn't take him for a pervert. Really it was just that he had no shame and knew what he wanted.

"Aww, I bet you say that to all the girls," she said with a smirk as she leaned back in her chair a bit. Standing up she shook her head a bit, figuring he was probably just wanting to get into her panties because she was the only woman right now not trying to kill him. She was a sweet girl but she wasn't naive. Granted she would be lying if she said she wouldn't mind a tumble in the hay stack with him. It had been way too long.

"Well I can take care of one of them wants, you just hold tight. Zoie Mama be right back in two shakes of your tail," she said before turning on her heels and making her way towards the door. Things were calming down outside, might as well start grabbing gear.

Richard watched as she jumped up and and made her way to the door. "Hey now! Where you think you're goin' off to?" He wheeled himself forward a bit in the chair, his hands gripping the wheels as he moved. "It's not safe out there still and you've done your fair share today."

Zoie unsheathed her blade from behind her back and spun them around a bit before glancing over towards Richard as he wheeled over to her. She just giggled like he had just told her not to go out in the rain. "Don't you be gettin' your panties in a wad Honkey Tonk. I gots this, you just hold tight and I be back faster than you can stand up," she laughed. Leaning down she nipped at his bottom lip lightly before turning and heading out the door, closing it behind her as she looked around the streets. There were still Walkers roaming around but it wasn't anything like earlier. Ash and his folks were cleaning up things nicely outside and the fire was still burning from her little 4th of July display earlier. Things looked about as good as they could get right then.

Grumbling to himself, Richard rolled his eyes at her comment and sat back in his chair before wheeling over to the window to watch her go. He'd get her back for this eventually, but at least she was able to handle her own. He watched her making her way out and down the street until he lost sight of her from his post by the window.

Zoie wasted no time in darting over to the Buster, the path was still pretty clear and most of the people in Newnan were taking care of things. She wasn't about to get in the way. Running over to the broken down machine she jumped up, grabbing a hold of the ladder at the side and climbing into the back of it to grab her own pack. Slipping it over her shoulders she adjusted the straps some before climbing out of the dump bed and onto the roof of the Buster. Bending over she reached into the cabin and grabbed Dexter and Jaime's bags, she didn't know whose they were but hell, bags were bags.

Jumping down she saw another pack on the ground and hoisted it onto her shoulder before she started to make her way back towards the courthouse. A few walkers had had their attention gotten by the country girl; she hadn't exactly been quiet crawling up and down the steel of the machine. Was no time for flair and dramatics; she was tired and had a lot of weight in all the packs she was now carrying. A few simple swipes of her blades and the Walkers in her path dropped to the ground. Taking her time she strolled back to the courthouse; like she was having a Sunday stroll as she flicked the brain matter from her weapons before she sheathed them at her back.

Pushing the door to the courthouse open, she stepped inside and closed it up behind her. Glancing around she smiled as she headed over towards Richard and placed the packs she had retrieved on the ground. "Miss me?" she teased as she sat down and pulled her pack over to herself. "You know it, dolly."

Richard looked down at the three packs she'd presented him with and he laughed. "It's like we're wild animals and you're presentin' me with your kill, seekin' my approval." He grinned and laughed before stretching down for his pack and grabbing the hip flask from it. Zoie just chuckled and rolled her eyes a bit. He took a swig of the harsh liquid and gasped in a satisfied manner as he licked the remaining drops from his lips. He'd need to stock back up soon enough. He held the bottle out to Zoie in case she wanted a drink but when she refused he sealed it up and tucked it into his inside vest pocket.

Then he noticed the other two packs and smirked. "Them backs belonged to the boys I was travellin' with." He hadn't been told yet, but he pretty much assumed that Dexter had been killed outside. He felt a little bad for the kid but knew that it was just his time. Jaime on the other hand? Richard was really happy he served his purpose as a meatshield. He still didn't know why he ended the idiot's suffering but he had. "Well looks like them packs belong to you now cause you, me, Froggy, and Mr. James be the only ones left alive that were in the truck when it got here," she said as she pulled out her water bottle and undid the cap from it. Placing it to her lips she took a long overdue drink. "Yeah, seems like they're mine now..."

Reaching down, he grabbed Dexter's pack and searched around it until he found what he knew the little shit had been hiding from him. A single cigarette that had been wrapped up in plastic and stuck down in the lining of the bag itself. The kid had probably forgotten he had hidden it there considering the frantic question he had asked Chocolate Thunder back when they first entered the Buster. Flicking out his lighter and putting the cigarette to his mouth, Richard lit it up and took a deep breath that caused him to go into another coughing fit. It had been so long since he'd had a draw from one that he'd pretty much forgotten how to do it properly.

He put the light out from the end of it between his two fingers so as not to waste any of it while he coughed like an old man. He spoke through ragged breaths as it subsided. "Serve me right for smoking while I look like a side o' beef that's been hammered more than a few times."

Zoie couldn't help but laugh as she sat there shaking her head a bit. "Now Honkey Tonk you'd best be savin' that until after yer healed and we've done been doin' some celebrating," she teased as she handed over the bottle of water to him. She figured he needed it as much as she did at that point.

"Baby, I think I'll need it before we get to any celebratin' at the rate you're teasin' me. Need somethin' to take my mind off the ol' blue ball." He raised his eyebrow at her and gave her a cheeky grin before taking the bottle of water from her and taking a mouthful of the cool liquid. He glanced back towards the infirmary door and smirked. "Is it bad that I'm glad it was her right arm that she lost?" He pointed to his nose and chuckled.

Zoie perked a brow at his words and didn't know whether to laugh or give him a good bible beating for the statement; maybe both? Shaking her head she only smirked a bit. "Yeah, well I be half scared to tell ya how it happened. You might crack a few more ribs laughin' if I did." She felt bad for the girl, losing her arm was not something easy to deal with even before all hell on earth broke loose, now it was basically a death sentence in one way or another; but looking over at Richard and seeing the condition he was in and thinking back to how she had gotten herself bit she couldn't exactly not chuckle herself and had to bit her bottom lip hard not to. Oh Sweet Baby Jesus, don't be comin' back now.

"There's an actual story to how she got bit instead of just bitey-bitey I am walking death, destroyer of lives?" His voice was incredulous as he looked to Zoie and waited for her to fill him in. Zoie nodded slowly as she reached over and took the bottle of water from Richard, taking a quick drink of it to wet her whistle before handing it back over to him; at this point she couldn't help but laugh. The more she thought about the entire thing the more ridiculous it was.

"Oh Honkey Tonk, you shoulda' seen it. There I be on top of that old armory. Jerry riggin' this little 4th of July display. Everythag bein' done gone fine so far. It go off without a hitch. Then I see that archer running out of this here court house. She just barreling with everythang she got over to Marine, who mind you was already dead as a doornail. Thang was, Marine was part of the Ryan's all you could eat buffet right then. Couple of Eater done be chowin' down on her like they paid buy one get one half off. Archer done walk right over, totally ignorin' them Eaters eatin' and kisses old Marine on the head! Then she be done take off her coat and lay it over the girl, right then old Eaters say to themselves' Marine be a nice course but I be thinkin' I want me Archer for dessert and boom! They started gnawing on her arm like it was a peppermint stick," Zoie said, trying to keep her voice low so others weren't going to hear her and to try to contain her laughter at this point' tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Holy. Fuckin'. Shit. For serious? That dyke went and kissed a dead woman gettin' chowed on by Deadbrains? I knew she was a little loose in the brain but fuck me..." He ran a hand through his hair and took a drink from the water bottle Zoie had handed him back. He wasn't laughing quite as hard as he expected, might've been because he found out that Lorna had become Deadbrain chow. Despite everything, he still held a lot of respect for that Marine. He went a little quiet and just chuckled lightly to himself, thinking about Maria being as thick as a bag of shit.

Zoie leaned back in her chair, catching her breath and nodded as she rested her hand on Richards knee. "Serious as a heart attack. I think that girl be a few bricks shy of a load if ya know what I mean," she quipped as she shook her head. She understood loosing people. It hurt but to go pull a stunt like that, she was lucky that she didn't end up being the main course and was only an appetizer. Letting a long calming breath out of her lips she took the water back and pressed the thing to her chest to cool down a bit, the condensation beading up on skin as she looked over towards him. "Oh hun, what I'd give my right arm to find a cool creek to go skinny dippin' in right now."

"You and me both, hot lips. You and me both." He leaned back in the wheelchair and closed his eyes for a second. He felt like a bag of bits and was growing weary after everything that had went down today. Opening his eyes and looking to Zoie he gave her a warm smile. "Reckon Daisy Duke could take her Honkey Tonk to bed? And nah, not what you're thinkin'. I could do with some shut eye after today. D'you mind?"

Zoie perked a brow at his turn of phrase right then. Her Honkey Tonk? The man must be tired. He didn't seem the type that would ever be happy with just one girl, hell she'd be surprised if he was the type to be happy with one at a time. Sitting up in her seat she glanced around. Richard stifled a yawn and winced from the bruising on his jaw. He watched Zoie looking around the area and he realised she knew as much as he did. She wasn't exactly sure where there were beds in this place. Ash and the rest of his crew wasn't back yet. "Let me see what I can find hun, I don't know this place any better than you do," she said as she looked back over to him and stood up. Stepping over to him she pressed a soft kiss to his temple before walking off and finding some random person that she didn't know to talk to. A sheepish grin spread across his face, not his usual look but right now he was too tired to care about his "reputation".

"Oh yeah, we have little apartments set up but Ash will need to assign you one. But come here, I can get you a few things that might be useful until him and the rest of the crew get back in here," an older woman with graying hair said as she took Zoie's hand and led her off towards the hallway on the main floor and down the corridor.

"Any help be much appreciated ma'am, Richard and I had one long day if I do say so. Oh, sorry. I am Zoie, pleasure to meet ya," Zoie said respectfully towards the woman who was clearly her elder. The woman's eyes lit up as she was called ma'am. Manners were not something that was common in this day and age, even in the south. James and most of the people were kind enough but it was nice to see a new young face around the city that didn't have to be taught manners.

"Nice to meet you as well Zoie. You can call me Sally. Here we go," she said as she reached into a closet and pulled out a stack of medical scrubs, some soap and a few towels; handing them over to Zoie. Zoie smiled brightly to Sally as she took the items.

"Oh I do declare; clean clothing? And towels? I think I found the gates of heaven. Much thanks Ms. Sally," Zoie exclaimed happily.

"Oh you sweet thing. It is no trouble. Now, down the hall there is room we have a shower set up in. You and your man should be able to get all cleaned up. Now, you come find me once you have, I'll square away something to eat for you two once Ash and everyone is back in here," she said as she gave Zoie a pat on the shoulder.

"A shower?!" Zoie's repeated as her eyes widened.

"Hot shower, so go on now and get cleaned up. I'll be in the main room taking care of the others while you two get cleaned up," Sally chuckled. Zoie nodded quickly and made her way quickly down the hall to drop off the items before speeding back over to Richard with a bright smile on her lips. Grasping his thighs she leaned down; it was clear she was rather excited at that point. Richard had been dozing off in his chair a little when he felt the pressure on his thighs. He sat up straighter and looked right at her gorgeous black, blue and red tinted face. Something had got her excited and he was keen to find out what it was. "Y'find us a bed yet?" He gave her a cheeky, albeit sleepy, grin and tried to wink at her but failed due to the excessive swelling. Oh well, he had tried.

"No bed yet Honkey Tonk but they got us some clean clothes, food later and you get this. A hot shower, can ya believe it? Let's go get cleaned up," she giggled as she gave his legs a quick pat before stepping behind him and wheeling him down the hallway. "You're fuckin' shittin' me?! I knew they had good shit here! I FUCKIN' KNEW IT!" He was way too excited. She couldn't help but giggle at that point, the thought of an actual shower had her giddy as a preteen talking about her first kiss.

The room wasn't much, seemed it was just an old office that was turned into a clean up room. There was a shower constructed in the corner of the room with glass walls, mostly clear except what looked to be around the main areas that counted though Zoie could tell you could probably still see the silhouette of a persons figure through it but seriously, beggars were not going to be choosers that day. There was a couch on one end of the room and a table next to it where Zoie had laid down the clothing and such when she had dropped them off. Pulling him to a stop she locked down the breaks on the wheel chair and stepped in front of him.

"So, this is about to get interestin' ain't it?" she said with a smirk as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Too right it is. You'll get to see me lookin' suave and smellin' good instead of lookin' and smellin' like shit." He barked out with laughter and then realised that there was a small problem. "Oh sweetheart... You're gonna have to see m'weapon before the showdown. I don't reckon I can wash myself properly in my state. Care to lather a poor wounded man up sohe might sleep better in your arms?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her as best he could considering his state but he chuckled through the mild throbbing that it caused.

Zoie just rolled her eyes playfully as she stepped closer to him and knelt down. "Oh I think I can manage," she chuckled as she took his leg gently and pulled off his biker boots before setting them to the side and then following with his socks and making a gagging face before tossing them over into the corner on the far side of the room. "We'll ain't gotta worry about us getin' all romantical now," she teased as she stood back up. "Aw c'mon babydoll, you know you want some of my natural musk."

Reaching out she carefully helped him to get out of his vest, shirts and such before doing anything where he would need to stand up. He winced repeatedly throughout the efforts of getting his clothes off. Raising his arms above his head was the worst part. He bit his tongue to keep from yelping at various points. "A'right, gonna have to take care of something else first before I canna get you to stand," she said quickly. Stepping over to the shower she turned the water on and let it warm up. She looked utterly amazed that they actually had hot water. Turning back to him she smirked. "Probly' be a damn good thang you hurt since I gotta join ya," she joked, sticking her tongue out at him before she began to peel out of her clothing. Richard watched her as she stripped off with no shame on her face. He definitely liked this girl. Well worth his efforts, maybe even more if she kept this up. The girl wasn't shy that was for sure; she wasted no time getting out of the blood and gut drenched garments and kicking them to the pile. He endded up distracted by the raven like wings that spanned across her upper back and over the uppermost part of her triceps. That was some fine ass ink.

The only thing on her that even close to blushed was the red spots from the fight that outlined all the bruises on her body. He pursed his lips and licked them a little; half because they were dry, the other half was he liked what he was seeing. Then he noticed the amount of bruises and he scowled in, was that... concern? Nah, couldn't be. He was just wondering how a guy that got his ass kicked could still do so much damage to this firecracker. Seemed she had been knocked about a lot more than she let on but she carried herself as if nothing had even touched her. Looking down at her body and examining the damage she shrugged a bit. "Oh well, done survived worse than this," she said under her breath, remembering how bad things had gotten with her now dead husband. Stepping over to Richard she held her hands out for him. Richard reached out and took her hands with his own. He braced himself for what came next. He'd ask about the excessive bruising later.

"Come on Honkey Tonk, time to get the rest of them vestments off ya." Grunting with the effort, Richard inhaled sharply and let Zoie help pull him up out of his wheelchair. He could stand at least, that was something. He stretched his immobile legs out slowly, letting the feeling come back to them fully as the blood rushed into them again. "Momma, that smarts. Remind me to ask Froggy for some more o' that painkillin' goodness." His posture was slightly hunched over but that was mostly due to the pain in his ribs. Froggy had wrapped him up well but he wasn't gonna get clean while all wrapped up. He'd need Froggy to re-wrap him later. He nodded down to the bandages that Zoie had left lying with his clothes. "Might need to have Froggy wrap me up like that Tutenkamut fella again. Didn't realise those bandages were stopping so much pain... Fuck."

Zoie looked up at him with worry and concern in her eyes as she looked over the damage on him. She didn't like seeing him like this, if the girls that had done this to him weren't either already dead, missing an arm, or in pain she probably would have gone and had a few choice words with them. It was just down right un-southern to pick a brawl at the wrong time. "I can help with that hun, don't you worry none. I might not be a doctor but I've bandaged up enough broken ribs in my life," she admitted with a bit of a sigh. Reaching down she undid his belt and pants and helped him step out of the remaining clothing. That last comment caused him pause and Richard's mind began to wonder more about her.

Grabbing the soap and washcloth before slipping his arm gently over her shoulder she helped him over to the shower and pushed back the curtain so he could get in. She knew he was in pain and was beyond gentle in her touch. It was odd, she could cause so much damage with her hands but anytime she touched him it was the lightest touch; nearly like a feather she was so careful and delicate.

"Seems like you've taken care of delicates like myself before. Were you a nurse before all this or somethin'?" Richard did his best to hold in his sounds of pain but her touch was so gentle that there really were barely any. He wondered how he couldn't take a beating like she had. Granted he never usually got beaten like he had, he'd always fight back but when Lorna had laid into him... Yeah, he had let her but he never imagined she'd go so far. Serve him right really... and now she was dead. Literal Deadbrain chow outside. He could feel the weight in his stomach and on his chest when he thought of her and he wondered why the fuck he was thinking about her when he was naked in a shower with a hot piece of ass that was interesting, funny and taking care of him in his current state.

Zoie bit her bottom lip slightly as she went over every inch of him, being careful as she could not to hurt him. At his question her eyes shot up to his and there was obvious pain in them. Clearing her throat she looked back to what she was doing and tried to explain a little bit. "Naw, was just a house wife b'fore all this went down. Just used to bein' done takin' care of my own pain. My husband made this a daily thang," she said quietly, remembering the night after night of getting smacked and tossed around by him. She had built up an unnatural tolerance for pain because of it.

It was more than he had expected her to share but he could see it in her face. His ma had had the same look on her face before she took to the bottle to deal with the pain. Shaking his head and raising a hand up to rub the water off of his face as best he could, he took a deep breath and smiled at Zoie. He wasn't going to make a big deal about her sharing, she wouldn't want him fussing anyway. "Thanks darlin', don't think I'd have been able to take a clean shower for a week if you hadn't helped." He rose his other hand and gave her a light tap under the chin with his curled fingers and smirked at her.

"Well I couldn't exactly let ya be crawlin' into bed with me even just to sleep if ya still smelled like last years kill," she said softly as she took the soap and set it down. "That's fair, that's fair. But thanks anyway, Zoie." He let out a light laugh and coughed some from the effort but not as much as he had earlier. "Now, lets be gettin' ya out of here and dried so you can get dressed and then I can wash." He let Zoie guide him back out carefully and he let her help him dry off. He took care of his gentlemanly area. Usually he'd have made a joke about her rubbing him down but it didn't feel right at this point in time. He'd take the next opportunity though, so it didn't look like he was feeling bad for her.

"You away and wash now otherwise I'll be makin' you sleep on the couch. Can't chow down on roadkill even if it is disguised as a juicy steak." He gave her rump a gentle tap and turned his back to her as he finished drying himself off. Zoie jumped a bit and let out a gleeful giggle as she glanced over her shoulder back towards him and smirked as she stepped into the shower. "I'll sit with my towel over my modesty, you can help dress me after. Alrigh'?"

She rolled her eyes a bit as she grabbed the soap. "I done be surprised that the word modesty is in yer vocabulary," she teased as she soaped down and got herself cleaned off. "Never judge a book by its cover, Daisy!" Richard chuckled as he called out to her in the shower. Peeking out she smirked a bit. "No darling, if I did that, think I'd be back here alone with you?" she taunted him before slipping back behind the shower curtain. She took a bit longer than she had expected to, just enjoying the simple pleasure of taking a warm shower was more than she had felt in sometime. She found herself actually moaning a bit as she cleaned up. Richard perked an eyebrow and gave an approving nod. The pre-dinner show was shaping up to be quite enjoyable. By the time she was done she nearly felt like a new woman. After rinsing she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower to grab a towel; drying off quickly before grabbing the scrubs Sally had given her and stepping back over to Richard.

"Alrigh' hun, time to get ya presentable," she said softly as she motioned for him to let her help get him dressed. Nodding and letting her pull his weight up he did all he could to help her get the scrubs on his body without causing too much issue; Zoie taking special care when he had to lift his arms, she knew how painful it could be to move with ribs having been beaten like his were. "Now to get my wrappin' back on." He lifted the lower half of his shirt and could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing through the pain. Zoie picked up the bandages and began to carefully wrap Richard's ribs back up. He let her tighten the supportive bandages and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the pain ebbing away slightly. "Much better. Man it's good not smellin' like the ass end of a cow."

Zoie chuckled as she helped lower his shirt back into place before turning and going to get dressed herself. Slipping into the scrubs she looked over to him and smiled a bit. "Alrigh' hun, I'ma go and see what I can do to help out a bit more. Want me to help you stretch out on the couch here to get some rest? Once thin's get settled down I'll find us some where to holds up for the night and some food."

Nodding in agreement, Richard started to shuffle over to the couch and let Zoie help him get settled in. "Thanks sweetcheeks, don't think I'd be half as comfy without your help. I owe you one, actually, more like a few." He let out a deep chuckle and shrugged his shoulders as much as his stiff body would allow. "Don't be owing me nothin' darlin'. I jsut did what was right was all," she said kindly as she brushed his hair back some once he was settled down.

"Just make sure that the armless archer's little sister doesn't try anythin' funny. I feel like she'd happily shove a knife through my eye socket..." He scowled and glanced towards the door. "I need my shotgun, can't sleep without it. D'you mind?" He nodded towards his gear that was piled on the floor where the butt of the shotgun could just be seen poking out from beneath his dirty shirt.

Chuckling a bit she grabbed the bags and tossed them into the wheel chair before wheeling it over to him and setting it up within reach. "Okay, all ya need. I'll be back to check on ya in a while," she said as she stepped over towards the door. Stopping for a moment she turned on her heels and headed back over to him. "One last thang to help ya relax," she said in a coy voice before leaning down and kissing him softly, her lips lingering against his for a moment before she pulled away. He couldn't do anything but blink, he hadn't expected another kiss already but he'd be damned if he was about to complain. He said nothing, he just let his stupid grin do all the talking for him.

She just smiled towards him as she stepped to the door, giving him one last glance over her shoulder, "Get ya some rest now ya hear?" was all she said before closing the door behind her and making her way back to the main room of the courthouse to see if there was anything she could help with.

Dr. Victor Bonheur


Location: Newnan Infirmary
Interacting With: Kris, Unconscious Maria, Sidd
Interaction Tags: @Nallore @Aewin


Noticing the paling colour of his latest patient, Victor began to busy himself around the infirmary with collecting various little things he would need for the next step. He looked to Kris and was about to ask her an important question but figured that it was a safe bet to assume she wouldn’t know the answer to it. Grabbing his collected items, Victor moved beside Maria and took a swabbing of her blood from her amputation and began to run some tests.

He looked to Kris and pressed his lips together. He had heard her heart wrenching pleading and didn’t want to interrupt a grieving girl but he had to carry out his test. “Apologies, mademoiselle, I must take a small prickling of blood from your finger. It will be but a moment, I swear.” He waited for her to present her hand and he took a small sampling of her blood. He then ran the same tests on Kris’s blood sample.

His eyes darkened as he saw the results. “Merde
” He muttered to himself and shook his head, his hands resting palm down on the flat surface of the table he was using. He glanced over to the weeping child and his chest ached for her. She had lost a friend and a sister this day. He wondered if this woman, this Lorna, was the same woman that had brought him inside this very building to safety. He would need to find a particular flower to place on her gravesite if it were her.

He could say something, or he could say nothing. It might be an idea to say nothing at this point. As far as the young woman knew he had only run a simple test. He opted to keep quiet for now and made his way swiftly to the blood fridge where he found bags of plasma that could be used in place of blood. He made his way back to Maria and Kris and began to get Maria set up for a plasma transfusion.

When he was done, Victor motioned to Sidd and took the weapon from him that he had given the young man earlier, he gently patted him on the back. “You should go and get some rest, monsieur. I will take care of this dung heap. Go.” Victor ushered Sidd out of the room and out to Ms. Sally that was dealing with the stragglers within the courthouse. Victor turned to the prisoner that was still tied up in his infirmary and he frowned at him as he walked towards him with his machete in hand. He said nothing and simply stood over the bleeding man and glared at him in silence.

Victor may be a soft bundle of care to those that deserved it, but to those that didn’t? He could be pretty damn intimidating.


Agnes Brynja Johannsson


Location: Smokey Road Middle School: Interior >> Exterior
Interacting With: Herself, Lard-o, An Unexpected Thing, Snarlers, Two Battlemaidens (By Proxy)
Interaction Tags: @Lady Amalthea @Sigil


The weather had been threatening to turn bad for days and Bryn wasn’t in the mood to get soaked to the bone again. She had found safe haven inside Smokey Road Middle School on, surprisingly enough, Smokey Road in Georgia. She’d done her rounds and cleared the place out as best she could. She’d taken down six Snarlers so that was something to mark in her diary. There still seemed to be a chill in the air and it made her feel uneasy.

Wrapping her leather jacket around her body tighter, Bryn sat with her back against a wall on top of a cabinet, one leg dangling over the side that swung back and forth, the other tucked beneath her knee. She dug her fingers into the packaging of some stale crackers that she had found in one of the lockers in the hallway. Licking her fingers and lips to steal any loose crumbs, Bryn dug in her backpack that rested on her lap and pulled out a bottle of water.

She took a long drink and sealed the bottle up, securing it in her back again for later. Looking around the place that she had cleared out to sleep through the night. She’d actually managed to get some rest and she was glad that she hadn’t slept outside when the storm had hit. That would not have been fun to deal with. She shuddered as she thought back to seeing dead bodies flying through the air and she rolled her eyes. “No use gettin’ all jittery, Aggy. This is the world now, remember?”

Resting her head against the cold brick wall, she looked around the classroom once more and considered if there was anything of use that she could find here. She climbed down from the cabinet quietly and began to search through the drawers of the teacher’s desk that was pushed up against the wall beneath the window. She found a few pencils that were broken but could be sharpened and two wooden rulers that she slipped into her pack. There were no useful scraps of paper unfortunately and she made a disappointed face before shrugging and moving towards the door leading to the hallway.

Shuffling and snarling could be heard somewhere deeper into the middle school but Bryn didn’t want to risk the chances by going deeper to clear it all out. This size of place was not a one-woman job. Besides, she didn’t like staying in one place any longer than she needed to and there was this looming feeling in her mind and on her chest that made her want to move on straight away.

Making her way into the hallway, Bryn glanced up and down to make sure nothing was heading her way and began to walk back towards the front doors of the place that were currently kept shut by a mop handle that she had placed to stop the doors from being pushed open inside easily. The building was beautiful and damn impressive to look at. It was such a shame that it had fallen like so many others in these end of world times.

As she made her way forward she smiled as she saw her Grace. The motorcycle was dusty from dirt roads but it had managed to get Bryn out of Macon and had kept her going this far. She was grateful for it and had grown quite attached to it. She hadn’t tried to hide it, knowing that if anything was going to be touching it, it would be the dead ones. They weren’t going to be taking it for a joy ride anytime soon.

That’s when she heard the bang from the other side of the school and stopped in her tracks. Her fingers gripped her C-Whacker tighter as she turned to look at the source of the banging. She had been in the main building, just down some from the reception area. The banging was coming from the back end of the school, further inside, where Bryn had promised herself she wouldn’t go. She hadn’t survived this long by taking needless risks for nothing. Curiosity was one thing but not when it could risk your life.

Turning away from the banging she began to make her way back towards Grace and then she heard it; a tiny scream. The dead didn’t scream, that much she knew. It sounded too much like a child’s scream, her mind went fuzzy and she staggered into the lockers, causing a noise that stirred rotting bodies in adjacent rooms. She could hear a baby crying, screaming, pleading for help and then she saw a flash of red and crumpled to the floor as she clutched her hair. Her C-Whacker clattered to the floor with the tell-tale sound of aluminium bouncing on concrete before it rolled and hit against her leg gently.

As soon as it had hit her, it was gone. Bryn looked around the hallway frantically as the red ebbed from her vision and she felt around blindly for her Whacker. Her fingers wrapped around the leather grip as she dragged the bat towards herself again. Her eyes scanned around her frantically as she waited for the onslaught that was bound to be coming for her in her moment of vulnerability. Her free hand reached up and rubbed her earlobe until it burned, trying in a vain attempt to calm herself down.

She could hear the bangs and shuffles from various locations in the school but the same banging and shuffling could be heard from the back area of the school. Then the scream happened again. Bracing herself, she waited for her head to hurt her once more but it did not come. Her breathing was ragged and she felt uncomfortable in this building. She had to get out. Now.

She walked at a brisk pace away from the chaos behind her that she could not see and headed back for Grace. Then the plea for help sounded. It was not a child but it was a young girl, probably prepubescent age. Bryn’s head whipped around and she began to take deep, calming breaths as she strode forward with purpose. Her fingers deftly spun her C-Whacker in circles as she walked along and found her way down a side corridor that led to a maintenance cupboard which was being beat on by a single Snarler that was dressed in janitorial uniform, blood oozing from its mouth and was packing more than a couple buckets of fried chicken, if you catch my drift.

“Hey Lard-o.” She called out at a normal, speaking volume but knew it would be enough to catch the monstrosity’s attention. “Why you lookin’ for the bite size snacks? Don’t ya want somethin’ a little more substantial? I mean you’re a growin’ fella, aren’t ya?” She backed up a couple steps as she spoke, watching the jiggling mass shuffle its way towards her.

“Yeah fella, that’s it. Come get the main course. C’mon c’mon c’mon, all ya can eat!” Swinging her bat backwards and taking the position that she always would in the batter’s box on the fields, Bryn lined the shot up and waited for the opening. The Snarler shuffled closer and closer, it’s wobbling jaw fat making that grotesque slapping noise as it snapped and growled. Its wings flapped as it stretched out for her, the sausage fingers grasping at thin air.

The bat swung around and collided with the side of the large Snarler’s head. The steel spike embedded itself firmly in the temple of the skull. A single motion to release the spike from its head and, with a monstrous thud, it fell motionless to the floor. Bryn nudged the body with the tip of her foot and nodded approvingly to herself. “That’ll do pig, that’ll do.”

Stepping over the newly killed dead body, Bryn made her way forward and moved to the maintenance cupboard that her new friend had been trying so desperately to get inside. A gentle rap of her knuckles on the steel door later and a tiny squeak was all that could be heard from within. “Don’t worry sweetie, I ain’t here t’hurt ya. I’m very much alive, don’t worry. Ya wanna come out and we can talk? I’m alone, promise.”

A moment passed before scuffling could be heard inside the cupboard and then the door opened and a tiny, muddy and bloody face peered out and stared at Bryn with wide, hazel eyes. Her hair was clinging to her face and scalp like a bucket of grease had been poured over her.

“Y-ya not gonna hurt m-me?” The poor girl was terrified, she couldn’t be any older than fourteen years old.

“Nah hun, I ain’t gon’ hurt ya. Name’s Bryn, ya need some help? Bryn still couldn’t see anything more than her head and a single arm and hand so far, she wasn’t too keen on coming all the way out it would seem. She had a bit of a sheen on her skin, looked awful red even under the blood on her face. Bryn reached into her pocket and began to rub the smooth stone she’d found a few days before.

“C-can ya do m-me a f-f-fa-favour m-m-miss?” Her slightly swollen eyes were beginning to well up and her bottom lip began to tremble. She slowly stepped out from behind the door and Bryn’s face fell at the sight.

The girl was clutching her arm to her body but the amount of blood there made it very obvious what had happened. Her arm was torn to shreds and tied with the fever and the fat bastard on the floor with a blood stained face... “Please! I
 I jus’
 I can’t be one o’ them! I j-j-just can’t!” She fell to her knees and began to beg Bryn, the tears pouring down her grubby face, leaving trails showing remnants of the young girl’s pale skin beneath all of the mess.

Nodding reluctantly, Bryn switched her Whacker into her left hand and took her knife out from its holder on her belt. She walked towards the girl who looked happier than she had moments before even if she still had a terrified look on her face. “I-is it g-g-gon’ hurt?” She sniffed and wiped her nose with her uninjured arm as she looked up to Bryn’s face.

Bryn looked down to her knife and shrugged a little. “I don’t rightly know, but I’ll try make it painless
 Jus’ close your eyes and lean forward.” The young girl closed her eyes before they snapped open a moment later. “W-wait! Y’don’t now my name. It
 It’s Grace. Th-thank you B-Bryn.” She closed her eyes and leaned forward.

Not wanting to make the poor girl wait, Bryn felt numb as she slipped the blade into the base of the poor girl’s skull and she grimaced as she watched her body become limp. She ran her hand over Grace’s hair and said a silent word to herself. It was fitting that this girl was called Grace in Bryn’s mind. She wanted to bury the poor kid but she didn’t have the tools. Rather than leaving her out to become a meal, she lifted Grace’s body and placed her back inside the cupboard and laid her so that she looked like she was just sleeping before leaving to reach her own Grace that would get her out of this damn building.

She had made her way back to the Reception area and had got herself set up to jump on Grace as soon as she had unbarred the front doors. Unfortunately, it was not going to be so smooth. One of the classrooms that held a few Snarlers had been alerted to Bryn’s presence when she had walked by earlier when heading to the maintenance corridor. They had been banging on the classroom door and it didn’t look good but Bryn thought it would hold longer than this. Glancing down at the loud noise of the crashing door, she cursed under her breath and ran to the front door to unblock it. Unfortunately she’d wedged the damn mop handle in too well and it wasn’t budging!

“Well that’s just fuckin’ peachy. Shit.” She ran to Grace and decided she could just barrel through them and go out the back but she didn’t know what else was down there and she didn’t really want to chance it. Plus, Grace was facing the front doors, not the back. Double shit. The Snarlers were gaining on her and she didn’t have much time to think and she didn’t want to leave her Grace behind. Grabbing a broken locker door, Bryn ran back to Grace with it in her hands.

“So this is my day today. Fuckin’ great. Fuck it.” She jumped on her bike and started the engine, the locker door being held in one hand. The engine started with a soft purr at first but as soon as she hit the gas it revved to life and hurled Bryn forward with it. She was barrelling towards the front door and she covered her head with the locker door and smashed through the wooden doors. The Snarlers were practically on her heels but now that she was on Grace she burled right into the front area of the school. She dropped the locker door and spun Grace around until she was side on to the front doors where she could see the group of three Snarlers walking out to find her.

Jumping off her bike, Bryn walked over and grabbed the locker door she had dropped a few feet behind her and hiked it up as a makeshift shield in her left hand. She grabbed her C-Whacker with the right and readied herself. She swung the bat and took the face off of the first one to come for her, knocking it to the side where it fell with a squelch on the ground. A second one came for her and began to clutch at the front of her leather jacket from her left side.

“Oh god, don’t ya know what a breath mint is?!” She forced it back and knocked it’s legs out from under it, causing it to tumble to the ground where it rolled around for a second trying to get back up.

As it struggled, Bryn strode forward, her Whacker being strapped to her belt quickly as she gripped the locker door with both hands. One strong and fluid swing later and she began to pummel its head until it looked like the inside of Granny May’s mince pies at Christmas. Now holding a particularly bloody locker door, Bryn stood over the third Snarler and pushed it directly down and onto the thing’s neck.

“Here, ya look like ya might have a headache. Lemme help
” The force of her body weight on the locker door caused the head to detach from the body with a cracking noise.

It continued to snap and snarl at her but she just used her booted feet to kick it across the parking lot where it landed into a broken window of an abandoned car. “She shoots and she scores!” Feeling pleased with herself, Bryn walked back to Grace and got herself on it before she realised that she could still hear snarling and growling fairly nearby and it wasn’t coming from the school.

Looking around she saw two women that could only be described as fucking badass sauntering down the road on horseback with a fucking wagon in tow. Who the hell were these people? Bryn raised an eyebrow and then heard the growling sounds becoming even louder. Oh shit. That
 No, it couldn’t be. She didn’t much want to talk to people, not after what she’d just had to do for the first person she had met in six months but what were the chances that she’d run into more people in the same day no less.

She could drive away but she couldn’t quite tell which direction all the noise was coming from and plus, they’d probably already seen her. If she didn’t make contact with them they might think she was running away, maybe even try to hunt her down anyway. She’d wait to see what they did first, no point in risking something yet again. She’d already taken her risk today. She sat upon Grace and gently rolled her forward onto the road in front of the school and slowly rolled down towards Smokey Road main as she watched the two Valkyries approaching.

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Congratulations Inner Wall Newnan! All the Edenites are dead, minus the one Froggy is keeping an eye on, and all the Walkers within the Inner wall have been taken care of. You are in safe time right now! So get the place cleaned up as best you can, meet up at the courthouse to figure out what to do from there. We have new people to get rooms assigned to, we have people who need to get cleaned up and we have a lot of folks that are fucking starving. You are out of LLA's wrath for now. Enjoy the brief moment of peace.

Oh, about Maria... the plasma is helping but you better start asking people to line up for donations of blood. She needs her own type if her chances for survival are going to improve.






Okay, newbies. Welcome to hell. Over at Westside Baptist church, you are hearing something stir up against the back door of the church. You will want to get out of there quickly; that door isn't going to hold long and it sounds like more than just a couple of Walkers. Front exit if your best bet. Once you are outside you will see off in the distance to the south two women on horseback but you will also hear a lot of groaning and moaning - but you can't tell where it is coming from. Only thing you can tell for sure is that some of it is coming from behind the church. Book it bitches.

Valks - That hoard is about 25 minutes of shambling from you and you now see Agnes up on the road in the direction of the school. You need to move quick if you hope to get out of harms way before shit gets too heavy.

Agnes - That sound is getting louder and you are slowly being able to tell that it is coming from the south. Question is, do you risk heading back from where you came where you are now hearing even more groans coming from within the school or do you chance talking to the badass bitches on horseback?



Zoie Crawford


Location: Courthouse - The Streets
Interacting With: Ms. Sally @Sigil



Zoie headed back out to the main area of the courthouse and found Ms. Sally quickly enough. Sally was helping people get situated, checking who was hurt and who could wait. Most everyone was alright, just scared. A couple were in need of stitches. Sally asked Zoie if she could take them back to the O.R. to see Vivian. Zoie bit her bottom lip slightly, was that the woman that Froggy had tried to save? She didn't mention it yet, figured they would find out soon enough.

"Froggy, gots you some patients that need a bit of stitching," she yelled through the barricaded door after giving it a few hits with the side of her fist. "You just be waiting here, ol' Froggy in there have you fixed up right quick."

"Zoie, can you come here dear?" Ms. Sally called out.

"Comin' Ms. Sally!" she said before leaving the couple at the door of the OR for Froggy to attend and heading back over to Sally. "What's can I do fer ya Ms. Sally?"

"People are a little shook up but I need some more water and some food for them. Can you head to the Mess Hall and wheel back somethings?" Sally asked.

"I be happy to Ms. Sally, um, where it be?" she asked and Sally smiled as she pointed out of the window to the building across the street next to the armory. "Right, let me just be slipping on me boots and grab a knife and I be right back," she said slipping away and back to where Richard was resting.

She entered the room quietly as to not disturb him, grabbing her shoes and her bag quickly before sliding back out of the room and closing the door lightly behind her. She didn't know if he was sleeping or not but she knew he needed his rest. Leaning against the hallway wall she shoved her feet into her boots and slung her pack over her back. Making her way out of the courthouse she looked around the streets and grimaced a little bit. The town had been through a lot it seemed. Time to get things cleaned up.

Over in the Mess Hall she was able to find a cart; piling it up with easy to move things like granola bars, fruit cups, nuts. The food supply was low but at least the water supply was decent. Plenty of bottled water. Loading up what she could she pushed the cart back over to the courthouse and to Ms. Sally.

"Aww, thank you dear. This will help a lot," Sally said grateful she wasn't the one that had to walk through the streets right then. Zoie nodded and loaded up some of the food and water into her pack.

"Yousa take care of them in here, I'll take care of those in other parts of the court house," Zoie said with a smile before she turned on her heel and made her way up the stairs and to the bell tower.

"Mr. James, be Zoie. I gots somethang's for ya," she said before popping her head up for him to see her and then climbing up next to him and pulling out some jerky and a bottle of water; holding it out for him to take. "Ms. Sally be wantin' everyone to have some water and get somethan' in their bellies. Figured you wouldn't mind if I popped up here to drop it off."

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Black James!



Location: Newnan Courthouse Clocktower
Interacting With: Zoie



James accepted the bottled water and jerky with muted gratitude. His attention was focused primarily on the horizon. Just because this mess wasn't getting any worse, yet, it didn't mean that the fun was over. As a matter of fact, this seemed like the perfect time for something even more diabolical to occur. Three separate supply and exploration runs ruined, simultaneously, by different horrible events. Walls coming down. Invasion by a hostile community. Mounting deaths of almost all of Newnan's Inner Circle people. ZOMBIE FUCKING TORNADO. He got to see a very good friend chewed to pieces by the Dead. He also got to see the lady who was supposed to back him up abandon position and get her arm gnawed on. No, today was a Massive Heap of Suck, possibly moreso than any other day he had experienced so far. And he was living in an actual Apocalypse.

"Hey hey, Little Miss Zoie. Thanks ya much. Hey, how's Maria?"

He unwrapped one of Newnan's precious few Slim Jim Teriyaki Beef Sticks, and ripped into it with a distinct absence of refined manners. "Sorry, Zoie. Didn't know I was hungry." He took a long pull from the bottle of water, and offered it to his temporary company. "It's been a good, long while, girl. How've you been livin' the last few, huh?"


Ashton Holloway



Location:
Interacting With: Froggy, Edenite, People of Newnan



One of Newnan's defenders jogged up to Ashton and pressed an MRE into his hands, followed by a by a bottle of room temperature water. "Sally says hello, Sir." he hastily intoned before running back off to distribute various food items to those that needed it. Absently, Ash placed it under an arm and walked over to the Courthouse. The protective gates were up, allowing less restricted access from the outside. The majority of Newnan gathered around said courthouse, their central meeting area, almost out of habit. It was an interesting trait of humanity to gather in groups during times of emergency. It was also useful for communicating to the people all at once.

That would have to wait for a little bit, however. Ash had to take stock of the status of his town. Grim faced and resolute, he entered the Courthouse and moved to the Infirmary first. He knocked hard on the still barricaded door, proclaiming loudly, "Doc! Inner Walls are secure. You're good to open and receive wounded."

There were many gathered around the Infirmary. Some injured, most not. Ashton stopped one that looked rather aimless, intoning in an almost monotone, "Find me Zoie. She's hard to miss. Real Southern, real loud. Came in here with Maria. I need to speak with her, now."

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The Smith Sisters


Location: Infirmary, Newnan, Georgia
Interacting With: Kris talking to an unconscious older sister & Froggy@Charnobylisk





Kristina wiped away a few tears as she looked towards Victor as he went towards her sister taking a small sample of her older sister's blood, and silently watched him testing it then he came over towards her. “Apologies, mademoiselle, I must take a small prickling of blood from your finger. It will be but a moment, I swear.” Kristina looked down at her sister for a moment, if it was to help out Maria she was willing to do it. "Yeah sure.." Kristina said softly as she extended her right hand towards the French doctor, she winced slightly as he pricked her finger, she then wiped her finger across her shirt looking back at Maria. Kristina heard Froggy mutter something to himself she could tell from the tone of his voice that something was wrong.

"So am I able to give her some of my blood to help her or something?" Kristina asked she remembered way before shit hit the fan back in health class that there were different kinds of blood types, but sadly she didn't even pay much attention in that class. She went back to watching Froggy as he headed over towards the blood fridge and pulled out a few bags of plasma. Kristina slowly ran a hand through her sister's hair, she wished that she could do something more she felt helpless and scared she wanted to do more for her but she didn't even know what to even do to help her older sister. Kristina went back to laying her head on Maria's chest silently looking around the room, as Froggy talked to Sidd for a moment and then went over to watching their prisoner.

Kristina then heard a knock on the door and she heard Ashton's voice on the other side of the door informing that the inner walls were now secured, she wasn't sure what was going to happen next.

Sophia Harris


location: Westside Baptist Church, Smokey Road
Interacting With: @Caits Niesha Burkstien





Sophia was doing one last final check on her things, she looked up to see that Niesha had already decided to get up and head out of the church. Then she suddenly jumped the moment she heard loud groaning and banging coming from the back door of the church that they had called home for the night. "Shit!" Sophia said as she quickly stuffed the last of the things into her backpack and made a quick run towards the front doors, she quickly snatched up a chair and got outside closing the door and propped the chair firmly against the door. "Well I guess the walkers can confess all their sins in there all they want." Sophia said to herself as she quickly caught up with Niesha looking towards the other girl for a moment.

"I honestly have no clue, maybe head closer to Newnan might be riskier but we might find some better supplies." Sophia suggested as she looked towards the south as she got a glimpse of what looked like two women on horseback. She wasn't sure who they were, and she wasn't trusting of other strangers except for Niesha, then she could hear loud groaning maybe it was from the church? She wasn't sure but she knew that it was getting closer. "C'mon lets keep moving, we might have some more company other then walkers soon." Sophia suggested as she started to head further up Smokey Road, so far the two women didn't seem to be a threat just yet otherwise they would have been attacked by now.
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Astrid Hansen


Location: The Corner of Fucked and Screw It
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Astrid nodded towards Bridgette, the last thing she wanted to do was get caught by a hoard of Chompers. That would just be poor planning and a death that was asked for instead of fought against. Kicking her heels into the flanks of Edgar, she edged him on at a quicker pace. Even though he was pulling a cart, it didn't make much of a difference in the amount of effort he had to put in. Having a draft horse sucked because of the temperatures in the sweltering state of Georgia but when it came to an animal that could haul heavy items he was perfect and thankfully the cart they were hauling behind them was not some crap piece they had found along the way. It was from the fair grounds and had held up well with minor repairs over the last year. Something about old world craftsmanship just lasted longer than the modern world bull shit.

As they crested the hill Astra noted a new figure on the horizon. "Looks like we have a live on. Do we bother to warn her or just keep trucking?" she asked as she continued on as if her only concern was the hoard behind them. If there was one out there, there could be others. Decoys were not an uncommon thing in this day and age and women were usually slated to be bait. People were still more likely to help a woman than they were a man; granted most people were not Astrid and Bridgette. While they were looking for a new home or people to see if they could rebuild their old one, they were anything but naive and they were fiercely loyal to each other above and beyond all else.

Then she saw two more on the road and Astrid rolled her eyes a bit. "Two more, seems like there is a little party going on around here. They're gonna end up as a meal for the dead if they don't pick up their pace." Astrid groaned, three new people, two different areas of the street, a hoard coming up from behind and now there were stray walkers coming in behind all three woman.

"Fodder or do we do the right thing and help?"





Zoie Crawford


Location: Courthouse
Interacting With: Ms. Sally @Sigil



"Ain't no problem at all Mr. James. Glad to and don't you be apologizing for the way yous eats. Been a long day, hopefully Ms. Sally and I can gets some real food in everyone's belly's once thangs calm down a bit more. Looks to be like things be wrappin' up right quick," she said as she crouched down and took the water from Jame. Taking a quick sip she sighed slightly while she handed it back over to him.

"Oh, I guess you be meanin' that Archer girl that gots bit? She alive. Froggy had's to take her arm right below the shoulder. He got her patched up as best as he could. She be resting now with the other girl, I think it be her sister but nots sure. Not been introduced yet. But don't you be frettin' none, if anyone's can save her it be old Froggy. He be a damn good surgeon," she said before she heard her name get called out from down downstairs, peeking down the ladder she looked around and spotted Ms. Sally.

"Ma'am?" she called down.

"Can you come back down, Ash is needing to speak with you," Ms Sally called up. Zoie gave a quick nod before turning back to look at James.

"I best be haulin' butt; seems boss be lookin' fer me. I'll bring ya up some food once we get its together," she said before heading back down and adjusting her back on her shoulder as she scanned the crowd of people looking for Ash. Once she spotted him she basically skipped over to him. She was beaten up pretty badly but she had cleaned up and was in scrubs now; handing out the last bits of food and water she had before she finally managed to get through the crowd over to him.

"Ms. Sally says yousa be lookin' fer me boss, what's up?"
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Niesha glanced back as Sohpie came running out the church, grimacing at the banging sounds. How did the walkers know they were in there? Frustrated, Niesha glanced about, trying to work out how many walkers there were, but it was impossible to tell and she wasn about to go round the church to see. What they needed was to get out of there, but how did they know the walkers would find them?

A distraction seemed wise, but they had nothing. Taking a few seconds, Niesha scanned everything around them. Her eyes saw the women on horseback, but she didn't trust that, not after yesterday. Pushing that to the back of her mind, she thought on what they could do.

She followed after Sophie, knowing that they had to be careful, and that any sound could trigger the walkers to them. She wondered, briefly, if they should warn the riders, but it was clear they were merely watching her and Sophie. She fought with herself, with her own conscience, before cursing lightly under her breath.

Although by now it would be evident that they were running from walkers, it might not be clear how many there could be to the riders. If the horses were forced to run, they would attract more walkers with their hooves pounding. So she changed her course slightly, heading towards the horse riders, signaling to Sophie that she had changed course.

Even if the women were aware, more hands in a walker battle were better then less. Could mean the difference between life and death. She approached slowly towards the horses, not wanting to spook them or their riders. but she suddenly stopped and cursed again.

More walkers behind the riders, and their cart. Without any indication to what she was going to do, Niesha pulled her pack around, and quickly located the box of matches she had. She swung her pack back around, and darted off towards the closest house. It was a simple matter to jimmy the door open, Thrilled that there were drapes nearby, she lit a match, and flicked the match at them. It would catch it it wouldn't. Darting back to Sophie, she knew the walkers would be attracted to the flames, knew that they only had a short time to get out of there.

Looking to the riders, she hoped they had the sense to get out of there. Clearly they had a place to go, but right then was not the time to ask them about it. They would either take them with them, or not. Either way, Niesha assumed it was just Sophie and herself. "come on, the house will burn itself out if it catches, the walkers will be attracted to it, we have a few moments. Let's get out of here. Hopefully they'll get out of here too, and anyone else around."
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Ash & Zoie




Location: Newnan Courthouse
Interacting With: Each Other, People of Newnan




"I've got questions, Cousin Zƍ. began Ash with only mild sarcasm. Otherwise, he seemed fairly emotionally dead. His eyes presented a faraway look, one that could be interpreted in a few opposing ways. Zoie perked a brow, he didn't exactly seem to be all there right then but after what she had seen go down since she arrived just a few scant hours ago she couldn't exactly blame the man if he was looking a few bricks shy of a load right then. "You seem to know an awful lot about the group attacking us. That would be something highly suspect, most instances. But you've taken a good number of lumps to get us this far. Zoie crossed her arms over her chest and nodded as she listened. She was carrying a fair number of bruises, but she could understand him being wary of her. Knowing about an outside crew could just mean she was part of it and a distraction. Granted that was what most people would think but Zoie was sadly one of those that trusted people until she was proven she shouldn't.

He paused for a second, sifting his vision to the courthouse doors behind her. "You earned Caesar's trust. I have no idea how. He was no soldier, but he was the finest warrior I have ever known. I trust his instincts about people." Caesar? Oh he must be talking about that machete wielding Mexican she had to put down outside by the armory, so that was his name? She wished she had known it before hand but some times we weren't granted such luxuries. She still didn't know the name of the Marine who died out there or the woman who Richard helped her get inside when everything went down; heck she had just learned Maria's name.

"Here's the deal: We need new people to take leadership positions here. Once we get the Inner Wall squared away and push to retake the rest, I want our soldiers knowing that they're listening to me first and you second. After this is done, our domestic personnel will be taking cues from Meghna... but that's down the line a ways. I need a Second, and now." Another name for her to learn. Zoie wished she had a notebook to take these down or that people were wearing one of those "Hello my name is" stickers on their shirts.

"It would mean that you would be a part of this community, better or worse, subject to the same rules as the rest of us. But it also means you'd have a home. If you're willing, your first order is to brief me concerning the invaders, and advise on their most probable course of action, given circumstances."

"I'sa completely getcha Boss, and I be willin' to tell ya everythang I knows about them Eden folk; whether or not I stay. Thang is though, I can't says I will stay and such if I don't be knowing what I be getting into ya know? You say rules but I can't be agreeing to nothin' without knowin' whats I be agreeing to. Fer all I know one of yer rules is I have to be wearing a tea cozy on me head, stripped down naked, smothered in mulberry jam, and be singing Jerusalem on Friday nights as entertainment. Now don't get me wrong, would be a rip roaring good time but I ain't wearing no tea cozy," Zoie said in all seriousness. She might have made a very valid point; she didn't want to agree to any rules before she knew what those rules were, but she had put it in the most drawn out southern way possible.

The concept amused Ash, though it didn't show outwardly. For the briefest of moments, he looked over this new lady, trying to figure out her angle. "You're safe. We're out of tea cozies. Can't promise the jam, either, least not mulberry." He sighed, debating the wisdom of his choice. But she was right. No sense signing a contract unless you read it first.

"This town, such as it stands now, was established under military command. It has gone through changes, as needed to make the community work, but essentially we exist under martial law with a clear chain of command. Concessions have been made. It is not perfect. But we try. Newnan is a stern but fair place where everybody works that is able, everybody fights that is able, and everybody has a job to do. Punishment is fast and decisive. If at any time you don't want to be here, you are free to leave."

Zoie listened and nodded slightly before she said anything, taking a moment to consider things. Shrugging a bit she placed her hands on her hips. "That be soundin' fair enough buts I have to be talkin' with Froggy and Honkey Tonk b'fore I's decide. Froggy done been my partner out there for a time and I be trustin' him more than anyones. Richard, well he done got jumped once here whislt tryin' to help; so I's gotta make sure nutin' like that be happenin' again. Sure's you can understands that. But I let ya know, gonna have to be givin' me a day or two to thinks it over. I ain't one to ever wants to be a leader but if it be needed, Isa do it. Life ain't bouts surviving, it be about livin," she said as she glanced around the room some. The people looked worn and tired but at least they were alive; most of them. She wouldn't stay if Froggy didn't feel safe there and she wouldn't stay if Richard getting jumped became a constant thing either; why she didn't know but he'd had her back so far so she'd have his.

Life is about living, not surviving. It's a thing Alicia says, said, a lot. A pile of raw emotion began to claw its way up from somewhere deep, deep down in his soul. It didn't stand a chance at breaking through, unexpected though it was. Nevertheless, a chill passed over him and his desire to continue the conversation abated considerably. "Fair enough. Get with Meg, she'll set you up with accommodations here in the building. Young lady from India, she came in with me. Should still be around. Let me know when you've come to a decision. I'm going to take stock of our assets before we plan for the next push."

Ashton nodded curtly, and left to attend to Newnan. Zoie gave the man an odd look as he walked off. His mind must have been elsewhere. Shaking her head she stepped after him and got in front of him, holding her hands out. "Hun, your head in the clouds or sumthin'? Isa told ya, stay or not I tell ya about Eden, that was what you wanted to knows about to begin with whatent' it?" she asked, hoping to jog his memory a bit and get him focused. That was one of the first things he had asked about.

"Well of course, Zoie. Let's tour defenses meantime." In truth, it had slipped his immediate mind. Logically, Ash knew that he was becoming emotionally compromised. Also logically, he knew he was necessary to rally and command what remained of their soldiery. Everyone else in a position to do so was either dead, or so new as to be considered an outsider. He had to see the emergency through, one way or another. Hopefully, putting his trust in these people and leaning on them was the best course of action. "Walk with me. Tell your story en route."

"Sounds like a plan." Zoie nodded as she stepped over to the door and held it open for Ash, waiting for him to step through before she came up beside him. Taking a breath she thought back to her days with Eden and everything that entailed, shuddering viably before she shook off the cold chill that ran down her back and looked over to Ash; clearing her throat a bit before she spoke.

"Eden, that where them people come from. It ain't no paradise I can tells ya that. Runs by a man named Adamm, known as Father to his people. They be the right nastiest bunch of folk on Gods green Earth they be. Not them nasty folk you see out there just tryin' to survive. They be sadistic. Have this place not far from here ov'r in Peachtree. They has it set up like them 9 lavels of hell from that damn book bys that Dante fellow. Each area is another punishment used to brainwash folk. Things they do there... Well, be the most twisted devious thang. I'sa got captured by them when out on the road alone, barely got out with my throat intact, won't be going into what I suffered. They be bad people Mr. Ash. None worse than Adamm and his right hand man Nathen, better known as Cain. They be attackin' here means they been stalkin' the place. Means they be back to. Theys normally just hit and run buts they lost today; they be wantin' revenge," she said as she wrapped her arms around herself and walked with Ash around the streets of Newnan. She knew how they were, she had survived it. The place might be secure for now but she knew they would return. Adamm never let his people loose without striking back.

"Well then, we should ready a warm welcome, shouldn't we?"

Bridgette Vinters


Location: Smokey Road, Southwest of Newnan
Interacting With: Astrid, Bryn




Sure! Of course we get into an ethical quandary after being caught up in front of the vanguard of an approaching army of dead people. Just peachy. This is precisely the life Bridgette envisioned when she signed up for classes back at Chicago Industrial A&D. Yes, as she stepped up to get her diploma, she knew that one day, she'd be decked out like an extra in Braveheart, involved in a slow speed chase with a couple hundred dead guys, wondering if it's worth the risk to offer assistance to others who don't know they're about to selected as the mealtime centerpiece by walking corpses.

Bridgette sighed. "Goddamnit..." she breathed heavily.

"Fodder or do we do the right thing and help?"

"No, we should at least warn them. I'll get the one with the ballbat. Meet you in the middle." Not generally the altruist, this was an occasion to try being neighborly. They did need people. These were people. Maybe they could help one another. On the other hand, Bridgette was not stupid, either. She removed her sawed-off shotgun from its resting spot and gripped it behind her shield, as a Viking from a past era might have concealed a spare axe.

Reining her horse onward, the modern day Shield Maiden rose slightly in her saddle, effectively shifting her ride into higher gear. She was confident in her partner's ability to take care of herself. Besides, even if these people meant to perform horrible acts of murder and degradation, the wall of zombies rounding the hill would definitely effect a postponing of said plans until more favorable conditions existed.

As she approached the survivor, Bridgette slowed her horse and maneuvered her speartip up and away from the woman. The pace came to a slow walk as she introduced herself in a terse and direct manner. "Name's Bridgette. Fucking horde a half hour behind us. We might know a place with walls a few miles up. C'mon!"

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Astrid Hansen


Location: The Corner of Fucked and Screw It
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Astrid nodded slightly as she kicked her heels into the flanks of Edgar and pushed forward. The smell of smoke coming from the nearby house as the curtains caught fire and the untended to home slowly began to crawl in flames. It was a slow burn, the inside catching fire quickly but the outside smoldering because of the storm that had passed. She increased her pace to catch up with the two women further north on the road while Bridgette went to get the others attention. She was not one to bring people within their close ranks so quickly but with the hoard approaching from the south, there was strength in numbers; if only for an additional meat shield for her and her companion.

The sound of heavy hooves clopped along the road, nearly drowned out as the hoard continued its approach; many being drawn in by the flames but with the size of the hoard it would not last long. Astrid only hoped that it helped long enough for them to find the walls they had once seen so long ago when the construction had first begun. They had seen Newnan before but it was not a strong hold as their last home was; they had pressed on, opting for solitude for the time. They had seen what walls could do and Astrid was not ready to seek refuge behind anymore right then. That was then though and this was now. Time makes converts of us all.

Her hair billowed in the wind as she grasped the reins of her steed. "I am Astrid, that hoard won't be distracted long. We think we know of a place, come on," Astrid stated flatly as she pulled the reins back and brought Edgar to a stop. "One of you in the wagon, the other up here with me, we need to hurry," she said as she held a hand out to which ever one would climb up with her. Their wagon was small but it was strong enough for one and her horse was more than strong enough for three females and the wagon. A draft horse didn't like the heat but Edgars strength and stamina could prove invaluable right now if they were to keep enough distance between them and the walkers.
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Sophia Harris


location: Westside Baptist Church, Smokey Road
Interacting With: @Caits Niesha Burkstien @Lady Amalthea Astrid Hansen





Sophia watched Niesha for a moment as she was about to head over to warn the two strangers on horseback, then turning back over towards a nearby house just what was she doing? Sophia quickly took out her machete as she looked up and down the street and noticed one of the women on horseback veering off to but she didn't see where she was going. Sophia kept on her guard as she held the machete tightly as she watched a walker starting to approach her, Sophia took a step forward as she quickly whacked the walker into it's skull as a sickening sliding and then poping sound as Sophia removed her machete out of it's head and sighed loudly.

Then Sophia could smell smoke as she turned to see smoke starting to fill the room as Niesha got out of the house it was a good idea to distract the walkers, which she had done before. "Great idea Niesha!" Sophia said as she heard the hooves of a horse coming closer and quickly turned around as the woman actually introduced herself as Astrid. Most people that have approached her in the past always shot first and asked questions second.

Astrid warned them of a horde of walkers were coming from the south, and that she might know a place with walls and walls she hadn't heard that in such a long time. Sophia hesitated for a moment as she started to smell the smoke coming from the house that her friendly pyro had just started. "Alright." Sophia said as she looked over towards Niesha and nodded her head for her friend to get onto the horse. "I'll ride the wagon then." Normally she wouldn't even trust a complete stranger but if Astrid was right she'd rather be with a group rather then being caught up in a walker orgy. Sophia went over towards Niesha for a moment and held her companions' hand for a second before whispering into her ear. "I got your back if anything happens." Sophia said before letting go and quickly climbed into the back of the wagon noticing the supplies that were in the bed of the wagon.
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location: Smokey road
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Niesha had thought many things might happen. The house would catch fire, the wallers attracted to it and Sophie and herselr would escape being primary among them. Yet she hadn't thought that one of the women would approch them and offer them what little safety there was to be had here. The mention of walls was a hard choice for her. Given what had happened the last time she had had walls, she wasn't too eager to get behind them again. This time, she supposed it would be different, yet how long would it be before it was realised she had real, valuable and useful skills? She could make medications, after all and knew about herbal and alternative medicines, something she had relied on heavily in her previous community. She didn't want to have influence again. It hurt too much when she lost people.

Only...what if some of her commmunity was behind those walls? Wouldn't it be pleasurable to know some of them were still alive? Niesha supposed she never really gave up hope, on anything. She looked to Sophie, and gave her a slight smile. "I have yours, too." she looked to Astrid, hesitating slightly. Throwing her pack in the wagon, she kept a hold of her bow and a handful of arrows, before swinging up onto the horse, using the offered hand.

"So" Niesha said, as if they were merely taking a leisurely stroll on a nice day, as she settled herself easily behind Astrid, "Where did you get a draft horse around these parts? Not exactly the type I'd expect to find here" she knocked an arrow, but didn't pull back, knowing she could easily do so in seconds as she looked about them. Reasured that Sophie was in the wagon, Niesha turned her attention back to making sure there were no walkers approaching.

"Thank you. The dead won't be distracted by the fire for long, especially if one sees us. I assume since you are alive, the horse is fast, and if he or she gets us out of here, I will be forever grateful." Niesha sometimes had a hard time conveying emotion, yet she wasn't truly trying to e offensive, but rather trying to expressive the need to get moving and the gratitude at the womans help.
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Dr. Victor Bonheur


Location: Newnan Infirmary >> All around the Courthouse >> Newnan Infirmary
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Interaction Tags: @Lady Amalthea @Sigil @Nallore @Aewin


Happy that the restraints on the prisoner were definitely not going to come loose, Victor looked to the young woman that was sitting beside her hurting sister and he took a deep breath and began to speak in a calming, gentle voice. “I am sorry mademoiselle, there is nothing that you can do for your sister beyond being ‘ere for ‘er.” He walked forward and stood within Kris’s eye sight and gave her an apologetic smile.

He heard the banging on the door and Zoie’s distinctive voice. “I will be back momentarily, excusez-moi.” He made his way to the door to remove the barricade from it. He jumped again as another gruffer, more masculine voice called out and he flinched. He did not know this voice but Zoie had already given the go ahead so Victor continued as he was bidden.

As he did he began to fuss around his new patients and did all he could with what limited supplies that he had left. He knew that he had to work fast because Maria needed fresh blood and he had no idea what types everyone had. He could quickly run the tests but would need some help from others to gather it all. Once he was done with the quick patch ups for his latest patients, Victor ran to the door of the infirmary and grabbed two bodies that were unharmed and ready for action.

“Could you gather me small samples of the bloods of every person outside of the courthouse that is still breathing and return it to me post ‘aste, s'il vous plaüt?” He gave them a quick bow of the head as they ran out and began to gather the blood samples for him. He was grateful that they did not question him and he wondered why at first until he realised he was still covered in blood from helping Maria and his new patients. There was no time to deal with that right now.

Gathering what he needed, Victor grabbed another body to guard the prisoner and then made his way all around the courthouse gathering blood samples. He crept into the room where a snoring Richard lay on a sofa and pricked his finger to take the sample before placing a plaster on the wound as he could not suck it clean himself. He then made his way to the front doors where Meghna and Siddarth were standing guard and took their samples, labelling them appropriately with his pen.

He then ran up to the clocktower and found the driver from earlier that had called himself Black James that knew Miss Zoie. “Apologies, I must take some blood for tests, s’il vous plait. Just one moment.” He took the sample and was quickly off again with a quick “Merci!” thrown in as he left as fast as he had arrived.
One of the two runners had found Ash and Zoie out on their rounds of the defences of the place and quickly, and breathlessly, asked them for their blood. “We need blood samples for ‘eh doc, he needs to test blood types right sharp. Maria’s life depends on it.” The young man patiently waited and carefully took the blood from Ash but not from Zoie before darting off back to the infirmary quick as a flash. He knocked on the door and found Victor hunched over his little testing area with his notepad beside him with names and blood types dotted beside them as he tested each sample.

“Merci! Merci, merci, merci!” He took the samples and sent the runners back to their positions and began to run the rest of his tests. It appeared that they had a lot of variety in their blood types with only a few gaps so far. That was a good sign. He continued his work in finding a donor for Maria.

Agnes Brynja Johannsson


Location: Smokey Road, half hour in front of zomquake.
Interacting With: Bridgette (with words), Astrid, Neisha and Nallore (by proxy)
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Having still not decided what to do about the Valkyrjur before her, Bryn just continued rolling silently down the road onto Smokey Road itself and she finally figured out that the mass amount of groaning was coming from the South. That meant that she was going to be going North, same general direction that the Valkyrjur appeared to be going.

She had been alone for so long that it didn’t seem right approaching a person now. She had been fine with the kid in the school, sure, but that was someone that posed her no threat. These two most definitely did. Then just as she had decided not to talk to them, the one not pulling the wagon began to come her way. Bryn grabbed her bat and waited for the inevitable threats and mudslinging to proceed but she was surprised when the woman worded a friendly warning to her and a proposition instead.

Perhaps now was the time to find people for a while before moving on once the coast was clear. If they knew of a possible safe area then it was worth going with them, wasn’t it? “Alright. Thanks.” She didn’t say much else but she decided not to start up Grace until it was time to move. Grace could purr as quiet as a kitten when she wasn’t going at higher speeds, so moving along at the pace of the horses on her bike wouldn’t cause much issue fortunately.

She followed the Valkyrie and quirked a brow at the question. Her work? Yes, it was, but it wasn’t something she wanted to share. This person was a complete stranger to her, why would she share information with a complete stranger. Just because this Valkyrie called Bridgette shared her information freely and willingly didn’t mean that Bryn would be doing the same. A simple grunt was all the answer that Bryn was willing to give, so this woman could take it however she damn well pleased.

Bryn would play nice eventually, but not until she knew their information wasn’t about to lead her into a worse situation than she would have been in without their warning. A false sense of security perhaps? Possibly not, but she didn’t want to be naïve about the situation. She knew the people in this world and she did not trust them.

As they made their way further onto the road, Bryn could see two other figures with the second Valkyrie and she scowled a little. She watched one climbing onto the wagon while the other rose up onto the back of the horse with the Valkyrie and she wondered where the two new faces had come from. Then she smelt the smoke and saw a house starting to burn. A distraction or something else? Bryn felt uncomfortable but knew that with a horde on their heels that numbers meant higher chance for her survival in this particular situation.

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Black James!



Location: Newnan Courthouse Clocktower
Interacting With: Doc Froggy, Ash




The sovereign entity known (in this lifetime) as Black James maintained his vigilant post in the premier sniping position of the City of Newnan. A number of men in American history climbed a clocktower with a high powered rifle, intent on liquefying internal organs with high velocity, friction heated, chemically propelled lead projectiles. It might be said, however, that this was the first time a black man in overalls and a cowboy hat did this very act in the middle of a zombie apocalypse for the purposes of routing a skirmish of attacking cult members and the living dead; some of those dead delivered via air mail.

It was a day for firsts.

It was also the first time he gave over a blood sample for typing in a sniper's nest, too. When the good Doctor made his appearance, James was just a little shocked at first. He had grown accustomed to the presence of Vivian. Even the slightly uneasy feeling he'd get from her presence, a thing which he tried to avoid most of the time, left a hole with its absence. He was going to miss the crazy lady. Crazy, but dangerously intelligent. Luckily, she was on Newnan's side. At least he thought. Either way, it was a moot point; the town was poorer for her absence, and James would miss her.

"Hey hey, Doc. Take good care of my girl, nnkay? I brought her in here. Kinda feel 'sponsible for her now."

The doctor darted off, engrossed in his work. He jumped into his labors, doing what only he was capable of doing in this place now. It was good to know one's role in society. Even if that society is a walled off section of a city's Historic Downtown district after the entire world went to hell. Well, just as Newnan's new medical professional had a job to do, so did Black James. Damned important one, too. The vigilant marksman took up his rifle and scanned the perimeter of his home from his vantage point.

James's search near the Agricultural sections gave him considerable pause. He raised his face from the scope, rubbed his eye, and adjusted the focus. He looked again. Yup! Still there. The experienced man was simply not sure if this was a good or a bad thing, though. He cautiously reached for the walkie, eyes never leaving the scene laid out before him.

"Ash. Ash we got us a situation. We gots us a, uh, a cow, sir. Half dead inna hotdamn tree. Crowd of slow movers 'neath her, outside of the inner wall. She ain't long for the world, bossman."


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Interacting With: James, Zoie, Newnanites




"A cow?" began Ash in a matter-of-factly tone. He really didn't need this shit right now. On the other hand, these setbacks just might provide a little motivation. "Uh huh. Heard on Cow. Save your bullets, keep an eye out."

Captain Holloway surveyed his little slice of Georgia, occasionally barking orders to the People of Newnan on the way. Most of his commands were the pragmatic type, cold and somewhat distant. Things like "Organize patrols. I want teams walking the walls." and "You, you, you, and you. I want you all on rooftops. Get rifles from Tom. Spread out." and "Start getting details together, round up these bodies. Keep ours separate."

"Alright, Cousin Zƍ. I have an ulterior motive, asking you along with. If you decide to stick around, I want the people here to see us speaking. Eases the transition. Also, when and if we receive another attack, more people need to know your face."

Ash brought the walk around to his personal means of conveyance, the Hordebuster. It was sitting out in the weather, unmoving, as if quietly waiting for something to occur. Possibly that thing was the return of its caretaker. Owner might have been too strong of a word, as the beloved machine had the closest thing to personality as any man made construct Ash had ever witnessed. Caretaker sounded slightly more accurate. Confident that the security of the Inner Wall was being handled, the good Captain sought to take care of his machine, the vehicle without which he and several others would have died long ago.

"This is the Hordebuster. She belonged to my family, while back. I rebuilt and repurposed her after the shit hit the fan and my people got sieged in for a couple months. Used to live in this truck. You were with Mr. Grady when you arrived in Ol' Girl, here. He, um... he took it out on a scouting and supply run. Now it's not functioning. I'd rather utilize this machine to round up the dead guys in the outer perimeter, than to risk more lives clearing it manually. Got to get her running."

The stalwart engineer gave his truck a good once-over, trying to see if an obvious answer revealed itself to him. That being barred, more inspection might be required.


Bridgette Vinters


Location: Smokey Road, Southwest of Newnan
Interacting With: Astrid, Bryn, Other Ladies On The Wagon




Obviously, Bridgette had found a particularly open and charming young lady with which to make their life-or-death jaunt to the place that might or might not be there anymore. Great. Still, she would have probably hated herself if she didn't say anything at all to her. While she honestly couldn't begrudge the girl for being tight lipped, Bridgette had the distinct impression that she was being treated as an inconvenience.

One tall, foamy glass of Fuckit later, she realized that there were bigger issues at play than receiving a courtly introduction. Namely, all the dead people coming up behind them. Now that they had the stragglers all together and moving in the same direction, it was time to put a bit more distance between them and the horde. When the answer to her question about the spiky ballbat came out as a monotone grunt, Bridgette narrowed her eyes briefly, shrugged, and responded, "Fair 'nuff, Batgirl. We're over there."

Bridgette tucked away her shotgun and slung her shield across her back, now confident that the new girl wasn't going to immediately murder her. She took up her reins and urged Cadence forward, returning to Astrid and their wagon. She looked over the other girls that had joined them. "Any of you bit?" she blurted out, but without waiting for a response, began speaking to Astrid. "I saw the smoke. We get past it, maybe we can make some noise getting out of here. This is..." she motioned to the lady with the spiky bat, "She didn't say. We can braid each other's hair and make friendship bracelets later. Let's go."



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Things within the wall are calm; well as calm as they can be - that is except for in the operating room where the sisters are. Maria isn't doing well; something is wrong. She is having a hard time breathing and is going pale. The blood is beginning to flow once again, soaking the bandages that are wrapped around the remaining stump of her limb just below the shoulder.






Seems LLA is rearing her ugly head this round. I guess it was bound to happen. It's been what? A whole 30 minutes in RP since someone bit the big one? Yeah, one of you is in trouble. Seems there is a running theme with LLA recently. You see, the fire is getting some of the Walkers attention but not all of them. You all have still a decent amount to deal with as you try to get further north; to the walls you hope are there. As you are traveling north up Smokey Rd things get complicated and before you know it a Walker has taken a bite out of one of you - on your left hand. Sophia - you're screwed. Haul asses people before it gets any worse!



Zoie Crawford


Location: Courthouse - The Streets
Interacting With: @Charnobylisk @Sigil



Zoie nodded and headed back into the courthouse. Rummaging a little bit of food and water to take to Richard. Stepping into the room she smiled as she saw him resting and set the bottle of water and the few rations for him in the chair next to him. Her fingers ran lightly through his hair before slipping back out of the room. She knew he needed rest and right now was perhaps the first time anyone had had a chance to actually close their eyes all day. She knew work needed to be done but with his injuries it would only make things go slower at that point.

Stepping out she grabbed a rifle and some ammo before stepping over to Ash. "Boss, I'sa gonna take a walk up to the inner wall and make a post until sunset to help Mr. James keep an eye out. Be really thankful if yous be sendin' someone to takes over once ya can." Smiling she turned and made her way through the courthouse and outside.

Wandering through the streets she stepped over the remaining corpses that were lining the road, some of the people of Newnan starting to gather up the remains of the hell they had just been through. It would be a long day and night before the roads were fully cleared out. Heading to the front of the inner wall she grabbed the ladder and scaled up to the top where an outlook was. Taking a seat she kicked her feet up as she rested the rifle in her lap and her eyes scanned the surrounding area. There were walkers about but she wasn't going to waste ammo right then nor make any noise to draw more attention their way. Hopefully they would start to clear out so there wouldn't be as many later on to clear out.



Astrid Hansen


Location: The Corner of Fucked and Screw It
Interacting With:@Sigil @Nallore @Charnobylisk @Caits



Astrid looked at the two once they were situated before edging her horse forward once again. At Neisha's words about her horse she smirked a bit as she picked up the pace. "I'm from Minnesota, was down here for the Ren Faire. He comes with me wherever I travel. Just happened to be with me when Ragnarok started," she explained.

When Bridgette came up to them she glanced to her out of the corner of her eye, she could let her companion do the talking now. The fire was working to keep the Walkers distracted but the fire also got the attention of Walkers from the other side of the street and Astrid grumbled under her breath as she drew her sword from its sheath and motioning towards Bridgette to some that were coming up. There were about a dozen at this point coming from one side of the road. It wasn't horrid, they had dealt with worse but this wasn't exactly the moment she wanted to deal with it; granted that was not a choice she got to make. She had to deal with.

Pulling Edgar to a halt she dismounted and popped her neck, pulling the shield from her back and readying herself. Normally she would just speed off on her horse with Bridgette but now they had three more people - two on her steed alone between being on the back of the saddle and the wagon. It wasn't that he couldn't handle it but he would be less maneuverable and she wasn't about to risk her horse for some skinny bitches she didn't know.

Stepping forward she raised her shield, driving a pair of walkers back before her sword came about and cleaning decapitated both of them. Two thrusts later on the remaining gnawing heads stopped moving. Before she knew it her eyes widened as she watched the girl that was in the back of the wagon have a Walker lay into her hand.

"Son of a bitch! Someone, hold her still!" Astrid said as she rushed over, thrusting her sword through the offending walkers skull and kicking him away from Sophia. "Hold her I said, put that fucking arm out," she said as she sheathed her sword and pulled out her axe, readying herself to cut the girls hand off at the wrist.
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Niesha





location: Smokey road
interacting with:Sophie, @Nallore Astrid, @Lady Amalthea





Things seemed to be going well for the time being, that Niesha relaxed slightly. Only to have herself tense as she saw that walkers were coming directly towards them, drawn to the fire. Cursing, she realised how foolish her distraction had been despite its effectiveness. She was too slow to realise a walker had drawn near, had bitten Sophie. Had she grown so lax in taking care of others that she had allowed this to happen?

Cursing lightly, she lept off the horse, running a hand along its neck in what could be a soothing move, knocking an arrow in seconds, she pulled back and shot another walker, clearing the area around them and giving them hopefully, precious seconds. She then spun back towards Astrid and Sophie, hissing out "Stop yelling, I'm coming damn it!" she snatched up a stick,e wiped it quickly on her pants, and shoved it towards Sophie, "Shove this in your mouth, bite down, we don't need yells attracting more of them. I'm sorry I let this happen. You should have been on the horse"

Niesha sat by Sophie, leaning over the other girl to hold her down by the shoulders, shrugging her pack off, "There are bandages, painkillers and antibiotics in there. Do what you have to do then get us out of here, okay? I can do the rest. I've become quite good at it" she shifted and took Sophie's unbitten hand, looking directly at her, "look at me, okay, directly and nothing else. Focus on breathong in and out, in and out, nothing more. 1,2,3 breath in, 1,2,3 breath out, slowly. Just like that, okay?"
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The Smith Sisters


Location: Infirmary, Newnan, Georgia
Interacting With: Kris talking to an unconscious older sister & Froggy@Charnobylisk





Kristina bit her lower lip and nodded slowly as she just sat there just as Victor had gotten up and started to go around the infirmary and around the courthouse. She gently ran a hand through Maria's hair slowly she started seeing her sister getting paler as Victor continued to gather his blood samples from the others. Maria's breathing started getting heavier as Kristina noticed it she could see her sister's bandages started getting soaked in blood. Kristina started to panic she wasn't able to do anything to help her sister seeing her sister's condition worsening she quickly went over to her sister's right side and held her hand to the bleeding stump to try and slow the bleeding. "Please you can't go Maria!" Kris said applying some more pressure.

Then Victor came back into the room as he started doing some testing on the blood samples that he had been gathering, he went to doing some of the tests. "Doc shes getting worse!" Kristina yelled, as he kept saying Merci over and over again before yelling louder to try and get the French man's attention to her sister's condition. "DOC help please!" Kristina yelled again to try and get his attention once more. Kristina's mind was racing she didn't want to see her sister die in front of her, hearing Lorna dying just a few minutes ago was hard enough and being reunited with Maria again only to lose her again she didn't want that to happen.




Sophia Harris


location: Westside Baptist Church, Smokey Road
Interacting With: @Caits Niesha Burkstien, @Lady Amalthea Astrid Hansen, @Sigil Bridgette Vinters & @Charnobylisk Agnes Brynja Johannsson





Sophia sat in the back of the moving horse cart for a good few seconds she looked over her shoulder at Astrid as she told Niesha about her horse Edgar and where she had come from before shit hit the fan. As the fire started to get worse, Sophia noticed about twelve Walkers starting to approach them. Sophia reached for her machete just as Astrid had gotten up to take care of them, she was getting up out of the cart without even realizing that two Walkers had approached her from the left. Sophia cried out in pain as she suddenly felt teeth sinking down into her left hand she quickly turned around when Astrid quickly caught up to her and quickly dispatched the walker.

Sophia sat back hissing in pain as she looked down at her left hand holding it seeing blood coming out of the wound. "God fucking damn it!" Sophia yelled as she started to panic the thought of losing her hand made her nervous. Then the second armored chick came up to them asking if any of them were bit. "Well theres the answer to your question." Sophia said as she quickly reached for her belt as Niesha rushed over she started doing her best to tie it as tight as she could. As Astrid quickly drew out her axe, Sophia quickly took the stick and looked towards the girl she saved just the day before. "It's not your fault, I guess it makes us even I saved you and your saving me." Sophia said with a slight laugh.

Sophia laid down on her back as she held onto Niesha's hand tightly putting the stick into her mouth and quickly bit down on it, looking up towards Niesha as Sophia held out her left hand and held Niesha's as tightly as she could doing exactly as Niesha instructed her to do.
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Black James!



Location: Newnan Courthouse Clocktower
Interacting With: His Thoughts, Ash




The general air of Newnan, when viewed from above, didn't seem that much different from an hour ago when the place was a battleground. Maybe that was the more positive side to being a sniper - there was a certain removal of self from the scene unfolding. This battle had no hard choices. There was the living he knew, the living he didn't, and there was the dead. Protect those he knew, kill everything else. Done and done.

Adrenaline had been replaced with caution and watchfuless. Sometimes he would scan the perimeter through the scope of his rifle, other times unaided aside from a hand, shading his eyes. So far nothing of any massive interest, other than the cow, came into his field of vision. A lot had happened since the day began; it was a Game Changing kind of day. What began as a position of strength quickly transformed into a painful reversal of fortune. Just a few hours, and their little society was compromised. Oddly, what he wished for at that moment was company. Just someone to share the moment with. A spotter, or another sniper taking watch with him. But, it is what it is.

Finally, his marksman's eyes caught something in the distance. To the south, maybe southwest, a single line of smoke stretched heavenward. He thumbed on his Walkie to share the news.


Ashton Holloway



Location:
Interacting With: James, Newnanites




"Smoke, huh? Could be nothing. Could be something. Thanks, James."

Ashton was interested in finding out what made his truck seize. If he had to round up the Dead inside the outer wall with a series of other vehicles, rather than use the Hordebuster, it would indicate a greater element of risk. That, and he really wanted his baby growling its booze-diesel engine again. Of the things he lost today, this was one thing he could do something about, now that they had a breather.

All the same, he couldn't neglect his town. Ash flagged down one of his people, to whom he'd given rooftop assignment, and sent him Zoie's way at the main gate to the south. "Rotate out, standard watch times. Back on schedules, people! We're at full alert. Everyone armed, everyone taking shifts."


Bridgette Vinters


Location: Smokey Road, Southwest of Newnan
Interacting With: Astrid, Bryn, Other Ladies On The Wagon




Bridgette growled openly, unshouldering her shield yet again. She had really hoped to catch something that resembled a break today. The good news was that the still might. Day was fairly young. The bad news was that the break she was hoping for - not getting it yet. She guided her horse, Cadence, along with her knees, trotting between the wagon and the remaining Biters.

If there is any one benefit to being on horseback with an (almost) seven foot hewing spear, it's easy access to undead skulls and the most effective use of versatile range, short of using a projectile weapon. Bridgette made excellent use of her range, immediately lancing one of the rotting bastards through a barren eyesocket. The warrior maiden wondered, if but for a second, if the guy was missing the vision-providing orb before he was turned into a slobbering, gibbering gnawer of human flesh, or if the event that removed his eye transpired afterward.

The hypothetical question was quickly banished by the reality of her situation, however. On particularly aggressive corpse got a touch closer to her horse than she liked, arms outstretched and hungry. A quick parry with the haft of the spear connected with its arm just above the elbow, turning the monster sideways. Unfortunately, it didn't leave the most fluid of counterattacks available. Bridgette recovered her spear's balance just enough to embed the tip into its temple, necessitating the need to lean into it to remove the creature from the land of the upright. The weapon caught.

"Fucking Doublefuck Oreo piece of fuck..." he growled, illustrating the diversity of the word.

Faced with the decision of dropping the weapon or switching tactic, Bridgette opted for the latter. She kneed Cadence around to the side, dragging the corpse with them, and pounded the last Biter near her into eternal submission with the rim of her roundshield. The movement jostled her weapon free, much to the delight of both herself and her horse. The danger was far from over, she realized, cutting her internal victory dance short.

"If we're going to do something, we need to fucking do it and run." she imparted, as a piece of advice both sage and vulgar simultaneously. In truth, she would have preferred for them to merely take off. She might very well have, were it not for the continued presence of her only friend left in the world, Astrid. Her horse was more than sufficient to get her and another far away in short order. But no, this was the right thing to do. Not for the first time, Bridgette despised the concept of morality, doubly so because she still possessed it.

All in good time, maybe.

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Astrid Hansen


Location: The Corner of Fucked and Screw It
Interacting With:@Sigil @Nallore @Charnobylisk @Caits



Astrid took a breath and rose her axe in the air, this was not going to to be a kill hit but it was a hit that could mean the difference between life and death. Aiming she brought the axe down as hard as she could. It severed the hand clean off just below the wrist joint and went into the wood of the wagon. Yanking it out she shoved it into her belt and grabbed the small blow torch that her and Bridgette kept in the wagon. She didn't even flinch at any screams the woman may have made or the pain she was going through. Long as she was in pain she was still alive as far as Astrid was concerned. Lighting the end it flared up and she looked at the one handed girl.

"Hold on, this is going to hurt like a bitch," she said as she grabbed her by the forearm and seared the end until the blood stopped flowing. That being done she turned off the torch, tossed it into the back of the wagon and leapt back onto Edgar. "We gotta make a break for it, hold on cause I am not stopping," she warned the two woman before kicking her heels into the flanks of her horse and speeding off as fast as she could without overturning the wagon and the girls she was hauling in the back.

"Brig, take point!" she called out. There was no way she could take any walkers down right then, it was enough to keep everyone in tact at this point that she was hauling like some demented cargo. Down the road they went and thankfully it was mostly clear. Most of the walkers either distracted by the fire or in the hoard behind them. It didn't take long before Astrid saw the walls and slowed down a bit. Walkers were scattered everywhere and the front wall had a downed section more than wide enough for them to get in. Astrid wasn't stopping, this wall was newer than the one she remembered and further out. Hopefully the wall she and Bridgette had remembered was still standing fully.

Seeing two people up at the top of the gate on some form of look out she yelled. "Hey!" she called out trying to get their attention.



Zoie Crawford


Location: Inner Wall Post
Interacting With: @Sigil



Zoie kicked back and kept an eye out. The walkers were starting to thin out some and everything seemed quiet for the most part. Her relief coming to her after a while and she was ready for him. Sitting in one place on a wall was boring as hell to her and she would much rather being helping to clear out dead Biters from the streets and such, something.

"Anything so far?" Chris, a younger man who was usually helping with the motorpool. He didn't know much but he was learning and at least knew how to handle a gun, well kind of.

"Nah, it be quiets so far. Hopefullys it stay that way, we could be usin' some rest and such. Little burn going on off in the distance, hopefully ain't nothin' to be frettin' over but yous be keepin' an eye out," she said as she took the offered cigarette from his finger and took a deep puff off of it.

She kept it locked between her lips as she saw something moving and placed the scope of the rifle to her eye. Peering through it she stopped for a second. "Did I just drop acid or do that really be some viking looking bitches comin' our way on horse back?" she asked Chris as she handed the rifle over for him to look.

"I think we dropped the same drug then, cause I'm seeing it too," he said surprised as he took a look. Lowering teh gun he kept it at the ready as Zoie pulled the butt from her lips and radioed over to Ash.

"Boss, ya think that whole mess we done gone through been that Ragnarok shit they be talkin' about on the history channel? Cause, we got's Vikings at the gate...." she said into the radio as Astrid called out to her.

"Where the fuck you be rollin' in from? Norway be that way," she aid pointing off to the east.
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Location: Newnan Infirmary >> Shower Room
Interacting With: Victor: Maria, Kris, Richard | Richard: Victor
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Victor continued his discoveries of the blood types of the people within the walls of Newnan, the place that was possibly now to be his new home? It was a strange thought after so long moving from place to place, group to group... It was peculiar enough to be travelling with Miss Zoie but to think about settling into a role in a new group, particularly one that was so large, was rather vexxing for Victor.

It may be a role that he was born and bred to be but he felt slightly forced into this particular role despite his lack of hesitation to save a dying woman. He never imagined she would have passed but it had been too long since she had been shot, too much blood had been lost, infection can so easily set in these days. There were so many reason why she could have died but Victor did not look forward to interacting with the large Mexican man again. He was sure that he would blame Victor for the former doctor's death.

Sighing as he continued his work, Victor jumped at the sound of the young woman's voice, the sister of his amputee patient. Victor stopped what he was doing immediately and ran across to where Maria breathed heavily and her stump began to soak through the bandages that Victor had so carefully wrapped. "Merde!" Victor began to fuss around Maria, carefully but firmly removing Kris from Maria's side with gentle hands. "I need space, sil vous plaĂźt!"

Continuing his work, Victor used the belt from earlier to cut off as much circulation to Maria's stump as possible. He checked her airways and didn't like what he heard. "Kristina! I am in need of assistance. Hold this..." He motioned Kris over and grabbed her hands to hold onto the bandages that he had been using to help stem the flow of blood until the belt did its work. "...right here and hold tightly. I will be back soon. I need to find a blood donor and I know where to get one."

Victor ran from the infirmary and ran around to where he knew that Richard had been sleeping. He was glad for all of the cardio that this pathetic and deadly world had given him otherwise he'd have ended up winded within two minutes flat. Finding Richard within the shower room from earlier, Victor made no attempts at being quiet and he noticed the water and snack that had been left by the man's bags. Clearly Zoie had been here on her rounds before heading back outside.

"Richard!" His voice was loud and clear. Richard grunted and rolled further into the couch and covered his exposed ear with his arm, his hand cradling the back of his neck. Victor moved closer to Richard and frowned at the man as he stormed over.

"RICHARD! RĂ©veillez-vous!" Victor now shook Richard forcefully and frantically, he needed this man awake and now.

"Holy shit Doc! My ribs! Fuck!" A wincing sound of pain came out as Richard rolled over and scowled at Victor.

"Richard, I need you to come with me to the infirmary immediately." He began to walk away towards the door and beckoned for Richard to follow.

Sitting up on the sofa, Richard rubbed his face gingerly and was careful not to hurt his bruised and beaten face anymore than it already had been. "You need me for more tests, doc?" Richard spotted the water and snack that had been left for him and he smiled lightly. That could only have been Daisy Duke.

"No. I need you to donate some blood for me." He stopped at the door and looked back to Richard sitting on the edge of the sofa.

His face paled and he looked over to Victor with nothing but rage on his face. He knew what this meant, that they needed blood. He'd seen the doc rummaging through the fridges and equipment earlier. He knew there were tons of bags of blood and this could only mean one thing. "I ain't fuckin' givin' that bitch a single fuckin' drop of any liquid that comes out of my body. She can go to fuckin' hell." His face was growing redder and redder with each word and the volume in his voice rose and rose.

Flinching slightly from the reaction, Victor winced at the volume in Richard's voice. He knew the man was not the biggest fan of Maria but Maria's only chance of survival was Richard. There were no other B+ donors in Newnan and the only universal donor that they had in Newnan was... Richard. If he did not give up some of his blood... Maria would die. "Richard... She's going to d--"

"Die? Fuckin' good. Serve the bitch right for kissin' fuckin' corpses. World is better off without 'er." Richard actually spat on the ground as he finished speaking. It was clear to Victor that his assumptions were even worse than he had imagined.

"But Richard, it won't t--"

"I DON'T FUCKIN' CARE, DOC!"

This was going to take a while. Victor took a deep breath and closed his eyes before continuing. His face grew stern, his voice grew cold and Victor walked towards Richard as he sat on the couch. Richard leaned back and stared Victor out, there was no way he was being convinced to give blood for that stupid twat. "You will give me blood. You will save this woman's life. I know that you care, deep down. More than you show."

Richard spat on the ground again, missing Victor's foot by a centimetre. Victor glanced down at the glob on the floor and then back up to Richard's battered face. "Wrong and wrong, doc. I really don't give a shit."

"Not true. Miss Zoie. You care about her."

Richard just looked up to Victor and sat forward on the couch. Victor took a couple steps back and folded his arms and tapped his foot rapidly and impatiently. "Fuck you, doc."


Agnes Brynja Johannsson


Location: Smokey Road, half hour in front of zomquake.
Interacting With: Bridgette, Astrid, Neisha and Sophia
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Bryn frowned but ignored the comments made about her lack of speech but smirked a little at the mention of braids and friendship bracelets. So far she quite liked this ones humour, it was dark. Bryn liked that. Approaching the others at the wagon, Bryn took stock of them all and considered what they'd be useful for. Clearly the Valkyrjur were good for force, strength and command. The small one with choppy hair on the back of the horse, she was probably smart but in what? Bryn had no idea. The last woman on the wagon though? Bryn wasn't sure what she could do. She had some muscle but not as much as the Valkyrjur.

Internally shrugging, Bryn continued rolling along on her motorcycle and didn't feel the need to start her up just yet, at least not until the Snarlers came out from the other side of the road. Growling under her breath, Bryn kicked her bike into gear and revved the engine before peeling off away from the group. She wasn't abandoning them but they no doubt thought she was. She rode circles in the road and made as much noise as possible to draw the Snarlers away from the group as best she could. Why was she doing this for complete strangers? Well two of them at least knew of a safe place that could hide them from the horde that was coming. That was reason enough to help.

She managed to draw a few away but the rest was more concerned with their achievable meal. Driving through the few that she managed to draw out, her bike wheels bumped over the cranium of one with a satisfying squish and crunch sounding out like music to Bryn's ears. Drawing up closer, Bryn let her engine die down to a purr before setting it in easy park and jumping off. She grabbed her bat and swung it around in circles, her wrist spinning with each rotation, in unison with each step she took.

Her first swing connected with the face of a Snarler that was aiming to bite at the back of those in the back of the wagon. The spray spread up Bryn's C-Whacker and across her hands and forearms as the face caved in from the force of the hit. The ooze and blood splattered across the back of the wagon. She caved in the skull of another impending Snarler and yanked the spike that had embedded itself into the skull of it, letting the body slump to the ground with a thud. She turned to see the blowtorch in the hand of the unfamiliar Valkyrie and winced as she heard the screams of pain coming from the now one handed woman. She must have been bitten, Bryn hadn't seen it but she figured that is what must have happened.

Knowing that they were due to take off, Bryn ran for her bike and jumped on, starting her up and taking off to keep pace with her vulgar, introductory friend. They were off to the destination of safety as offered and Bryn couldn't wait to get there at this point. The horde behind them was not a pleasant thing to consider surviving through on your own. Safety in numbers was key right now and Bryn was all too aware of it. She remained quiet as they rolled up to the gates and she watched those at the top as they called down to them. She snickered at the Norway comment and simply sat on Grace in silence, smirking at the Southern Georgia woman that was standing on the ramparts of this safe haven.
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Niesha





location: Outside the walls
interacting with: @Nallore @Lady Amalthea


Niesha held Sophie down as best she could, and the minute Astrid was done, she dove into her backpack, taking out a bottle of water, two painkillers, a roller bandage and a non-stick dressing. She began to bandage the stump, pressing the non-stick dressing until the bandage held it in place, making it tight and tying it off as best she could, before trying to coax Sophie to take the pain killers.

It wasn't easy doing this in the back of the wagon, but every moment counted right then. She only wished that she had more stuff. IV antibiotics would do more good then what she had, as well as IV anti imflammatories. Fluids was most important. She wasn't a doctor despite the redimentary training she'd had since the outbreak. She couldn't do surgery. All she knew were diseases, medications and first aid. She had hoped to raid a doctors office, get other stuff she needed but that hasn't happened.

As they rolled up at the gate to the walled complex, she looked up, the woman on the wall seemed quite rude and it seemed from her attitude that they weren't getting in.

"The dead be that way and relative safety lies that way! Let's us in damn it! My friend is hurt and there's only so much I can do in the back of a wagon! She needs fluids and that involves some equipment I don't have and that I'm sure you have! Just take her, please!" her voice started out angry, but became desperate as she continued: "Please!" she knew that their only hope now lay inside those walls. They wouldn't be able to get away from the horde any other way.

She bowed her head, lookin back to Sophie to see how she was holding up. She needed to be inside those walls. There was no other way. So Niesha would get them in. She looked up again, "Please! You might have a good stock of medications now, but that will run out! I have the knowledge to make more and I know what plants have the same effects! If you let us in, I can help. Just help my friend!" in these days it was about what you could do for someone else, and not what they could do for you.
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The Smith Sisters


Location: Infirmary, Newnan, Georgia
Interacting With: Kris talking to an unconscious older sister & Froggy@Charnobylisk





Kristina took a step back as Victor lightly removed her from Maria, Kris looked down at her hands for a moment they were shaking in fear as Victor examined Maria giving the man some space hoping that he would be able to save her sister from dying. Kristina wiped some sweat off of her forehead as Victor took the belt and tightened it around the stump and checked her airways. Kris then felt Victor grabbing her hands as he instructed her to hold the bandages as tightly as she could.

"Please hurry.." Kristina said as she looked over her shoulder as she watched Victor turning around and leaving the infirmary to grab the blood donor. Kristina held the stump firmly as she stared at her sister, she was looking so pale, she reached over and gently ran a hand through Maria's hair. She would feel so lost without Maria and she didn't even know a single person in this group, or if this place was safe anymore after seeing what had happened to the inner wall earlier that day.




Sophia Harris


location: Westside Baptist Church, Smokey Road then Newnan outside of inner wall.
Interacting With: @Caits Niesha Burkstien, @Lady Amalthea Astrid Hansen, @Sigil Bridgette Vinters & @Charnobylisk Agnes Brynja Johannsson





Sophia would look towards Astrid as she brought the axe up into the air she started to tense up as she gripped Niesha's hand tightly before letting out a very loud but muffled cry in pain as Astrid's axe cut through her hand cleanly. Breathing heavily as she looked up at Niesha. Sophia was breathing heavily she hadn't experienced this much pain ever. Sophia turned her head slowly as she heard a motorcycle going off as she briefly saw another woman driving on it, probably to distract the walkers around them. As Sophia tried her best to ignore the pain she felt Astrid grabbing her forearm again.

She looked at the blow torch in the Viking woman's hand as she started up the torch, Sophia's legs started thrashing and started another muffled cry as the torch was brought to the stump she started to smell the burning flesh and blood as the stump was cauterized. Then it stopped as Sophia laid her left arm over her chest breathing heavily. Sophia would spit out the stick in her mouth as Niesha took out a water bottle and some painkillers and starting to wrap up her wrist in bandages she would drink the water and painkillers quickly.

As Astrid moved the horse and wagon down the street, every pump or hard movement made Sophia whimper in pain as the cart finally came to a stop in front of a wall. Finally she was at a place with walls around them, she had lost a bit of color in her face when Niesha looked at her. She had survived a plane crash just as shit hit the fan, survived a massacre of her former group, Sophia could hear Niesha pleading the woman at the gate to let them in Sophia held Niesha's hand tightly hoping that the five of them would be let in.
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