[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James![/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan Courthouse Clocktower
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Zoie, People In Courthouse
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	Cresting the horizon, from James's point of view, was a solid metric fuck-ton of The Dead. Not U.S. Customary fuck-tons, mind you, but the massive, divisible by ten standard of fuck-tonnage that really brings things into full, terror inducing perspective. That was a lot of dead people, and they were coming right at them. He stared at them for a second or three longer than he really should have, captivated as he was by the moving fractal of former human decay. 

	Lots of dead folks. 

	A nanosecond before he raised a general alarm, his radio crackled to life. It was Zoie, on the wall. [color=f6989d]"Mr. James sir, could yous be taking a gander to the south down the main road. What you be seeing?"[/color]

	[color=firebrick]"Yes'm, Miss Zoie. I'm seein' it, too. I don't wanna, but I'm seein' it. You and Ash get them girls inside these walls, y'hear? Get them inside an' sort out whatever you gotta sort after."[/color] The nigh-legendary hog hunter leaned down to address anyone in the Courthouse's large central room. [color=firebrick]"We got us a Horde a'comin'! They maybe fifteen, twenty minutes out of the outer wall, and they ain't stoppin'!"[/color]

	James wasn't sure how much good he'd be in the sniper's post just then, but if anything went down, he was pretty sure he'd need a LOT more bullets. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=steelblue]Ashton Holloway[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b]  
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Zoie, Valkyries At The Gate
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	Ash listened to Zoie's words on the matter of confiscating the melee weapons of the women petitioning for entry below. Perhaps petitioning was the wrong way to think of it; one was pleading, most remained silent, and one referred to him as "Walldick". He came close to facepalming. This exchange had to be the absolute [i]worst[/i] example of first meeting negotiation he had ever been party to. This included a particularly ill-planned bartering session in Afghanistan involving water purification equipment, spare vehicle parts, and camel butter. He still wasn't sure how the camel butter got onto the trading table, nor what happened to it after. 

	He considered Zoie's opinion for a moment as she looked outward through her rifle's scope. Yes, they could be very dangerous, even without guns. Likely, especially without guns. The taller one with the exceptionally creative profanity gave up hers; a short-barreled shotgun. At least three of the ladies seemed to hold their formidable looking close-arms a little tighter. The lady driving the wagon too the opportunity to speed the process along - announced that she was the group's spokeswoman and agreed to conditions set.  

That was when the one on the motorcycle chose to speak up. [color=peru]"Ya think I'm 'bout to jus' give my weapons up to a bunch o' strangers just 'cause ya got some walls? How do we know ya ain't gonna jus' smack us o'er the head when we get in there and take all our blood from us since ya bein' all creepy like and asking us for blood samples. Ya a bunch of vampires or what?"[/color]

	Zoie handed over the rifle and motioned for Ash to take a look for himself. He held up a tentative finger, requesting a bit of time to examine Zoie's findings in the distance. The women below were being honest about the horde, no doubt about it. They seemed to be on the up-and-up. But he still had his community to think about. An unknown element - brash, emotional, and strong, desiring entry immediately following an attack. Yes, they needed help. No, he wasn't entirely stupid. 

	His companion's rich southern drawl spoke into the walkie. Such was the depth of his gaze outward, he didn't quite get what she said. He came around with rapt attention when he heard James's voice broadcast, [color=firebrick]"Yes'm, Miss Zoie. I'm seein' it, too. I don't wanna, but I'm seein' it. You and Ash get them girls inside these walls, y'hear? Get them inside an' sort out whatever you gotta sort after."[/color]

	Ash handed the rifle back to Zoie, and addressed the gathering below as a whole in a direct manner. [color=steelblue]"It's obvious that we're not going to trust each other off the bat, so here's what's going to happen: Your weapons, [i]all of them[/i], go into your wagon. You two, dismount and lead your horses in. You with the bike: idle it inside. You don't have a whole lot of time, and I don't want to see anyone else torn to pieces by the Dead today."[/color]

	He looked directly at the lady with the impressive ballbat, [color=steelblue]"We're looking for a specific blood type, one we're low on. Can't exactly ask the Red Cross anymore. And I have to see to the safety of the people within these walls. [i]All[/i] of the people, including yourselves, if you choose to enter. Otherwise, you need to run."[/color]