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Manny found himself staring at Thalia's wound again. He didn't want to, he just couldn't help but look at what he had done. Every few minutes or so he would find himself staring, then he would snap back out of it, only to keep looking. He was no trauma surgeon, but he was closer then most people still alive on the planet. Didn't help that many doctors found themselves on the fronts with the soldiers to help with the chaos. Lot of good that did. God, he needed Thalia to pull through. Manny wasn't sure he could keep up the stress of watching the people he tried to save die in front of him while he moves on barely touched.

When Alexander started talking to him Manny needed a moment to think, he was still fixated on that damn stub. "If she's lucky, a couple days. Should help past the worst of the pain. Though if we're lucky, tonight or tomorrow. We'll need her functional as soon as possible. But this is a little above where my training capped off, for all I know she wont wake up." He stopped to breath, then started to realize his tone. "She's stable though, and I have seen people pull their way back from much worse then this. Knowing her, I'd say she'd recover and probably just hit things twice as hard with her remaining hand just to make up for the missing hand." He left out the part where they would fall into states of depression and start developing suicidal tendencies. Not all did, but this kind of thing did leave people feeling... less then themselves.

Thalia was reacting to her dreams though, Manny wasn't sure if that was good or not. Could she feel the pain she was in right now? Beatrice eventually got his attention. "The wind is definitely a problem, I lived a bit further south from here and this entire state is prone to hurricanes, some worse then others. We'll need to move Thalia to a room without windows like you said, if we can't find one, then we'll need a room that will be easy to board up the windows. We could all hunker down in the bathroom, but it's most likely a small room with little space, let alone enough to lay someone down." He also didn't like the idea that any moment now, a hoard of walkers could wonder their way to the house and they wouldn't know it until it was too late to run. Especially if they were in a room that was sealed off. It would protect them from the storm but only prevent them from seeing the undead.

Manny grabbed his shotgun and hung it from it's sling on his back. "I agree, we need to take more precautions against the storm here, Thana going out in it was a foolish choice. But if she thinks it's what we need most now, hopefully she's careful enough to not get killed. Also, someone will need to keep watch. If walkers start heading this way we wont know until they start trying to tear the doors down. That'll put us in a bad situation." If they were really lucky, maybe the storm would die, or maybe soldiers would show up and tell them this whole thing would be over? Manny laughed a little at his internal thought. If there were any soldiers left, then Florida would be a poor place to start. The area isn't great for long term survival for large amounts of people. But who knows, maybe he's wrong.

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Riley looked over at Amelia as she went to go tend to Ashton's wound, and then looked over at Tatiana and Jack she smiled towards them she was glad to see that Tati was alright Riley chose not to bother their family reunion at the moment. Then her eyes looked up towards the sky as the rain let up just a little bit, but it was still notice able. And noted the orange tint in the sky as well, Riley wasn't a meteorologist but she knew that the look of the weather and the wind picking up was a bad sign. Her eyes then wondered down towards the dying man, he was turning soon. And she thought that maybe he would have something good and useful on him, as Riley took a step over towards the man.

Then Riley gave him a very hard kick to the head, which caused a large bruise and some bleeding on his head, and but she wasn't satisfied yet as Riley then brought her right leg up to her chest. And stomped down as hard as she could, hearing the cracking of the man's skull like an egg and then gave him one more sharp stomp. Riley took a few deep breathes as she looked down at the caved in skull of the dead man, it was safe now to look at what he had.

Riley rolled his body over and started to search through his back pockets and then rolled him over back onto his back and pulled out a rather nice looking compass. Although Riley didn't have a clue how to use one, she figured that it would be useful then the next thing was his gun she had kicked away and went over to pick it up. Riley checked the gun was a Smith and Wesson 9mm as she pulled out the magazine she counted six rounds left. Riley decided to add that in as well making sure that the safety was off Riley stashed it into her backpack, and then went over to Ashton and Amelia. "We need to get to shelter soon." Riley suggested looking over at Amelia then towards Ashton. "Are you okay to move?" Riley asked him.

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As Erica got closer she then stopped for a moment when she noticed the man who she assumed was the guy who was singing up and down as loud as he could. She looked back over towards her shoulder seeing the small herd a few yards away from them now currently before quickly running over towards Wayne. She wasn't going to punch him or anything she did not know if he was a threat or not, but by the way he was acting and saying something about a bucktoothed winged nightmare Erica knew that he had a few screws loose in his head. She stopped right in front of him, though she kept her distance in case he went batshit crazy and attack her.

"Theres a herd of walkers just behind me, they got attracted to your shitty singing. So if you are going that way, I really wouldn't recommend it at all." Erica warned as she took a step back, she certainly was not going to stick any longer as Erica started to turn and continue forward. She lost someone not to long ago, and she certainly was not going to stay and watch the crazy man get mauled alive by the herd she was running from.

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Ash was happy for Jack. Delirious, even. Against all odds, in the middle of a full-blown apocalypse and over the course of a year, Jack found his family. It made all the difference in the world. The tired and beaten-down Captain had been giving the concept of noncommittal Agnosticism a serious look, but this? Be it with an eye dropper, tiny miracles like this kept him hanging onto the concept of a deity who hadn't completely turned his back on humanity.

Then Amelia jammed her finger into his bullet wound. "GAAH! Jesus FUCKING CHRIST, Amelia!" screamed Ash, embracing his Inner Bridgette. At least invoking the name of his Savior could be construed as a tenuous hold upon his beliefs, be it in the most ass way possible. His breath seethed through clenched teeth and he jammed his thumb back toward the cab. "Whiskey. Sterilize. First, Jack and Tati." He halfway leaned forward, pitching his voice toward the previous field of fire, "Jack! Are we good? Tati and the baby safe?"

Today wasn't his day. Shot, his Hordebuster dead in the middle of Alabama, and issues with a Nun he was pretty sure he would have to put a bullet through. Oh, if his mother could see him now. But Jack's day was phenomenal, and that was going to have to do. More of his people were safe. Safe enough for now, anyway, though not for long if the sky was any indicator. They had to find shelter. The Hordebuster might suffice, but that fire station looked a fair sight better, if it was clear. They had to find supplies. Those asshats who shot him obviously had guns. Maybe they had more in their car - it shouldn't take very long to look. "Search the car. Find shelter. Today isn't done kicking us yet." It was to anyone who was still nearby. Life for him could be better, but damn if Jack and Tati's good fortune didn't bring a smile to his face, bullet stuck in him or no.

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The images in Thalia's head faded into inky blackness. It was either a sign that her soul was departing her body or that she was coming back to the waking world. How long had passed? Minutes? Days? Would it matter? Maybe it would be better if she didn't wake at all. Thalia was going to be a liability, when before she was a strength. She was fast, agile, quiet. She could take out a group of gun-carrying men with a short blade if she had to, so long as the circumstances could be set properly. About a year ago, it's exactly what she did. If she lived, she would not have that kind of dexterity anymore, not like she used to. It would be a while before her full balance returned, as well. Maybe letting go was best for everyone.

Thalia felt the presence of something familiar in her mind. Terrifying, yet oddly comforting. A quiet, disappointed growl surrounded her with sourceless vocal static. In the haze of her thoughts, Thalia fought to search around, see from where this unbidden noise originated, only to be met with darkness and more confusion. Then just for a moment, the young mestiza thought she saw her uncle Caesar standing before her in a flat, desolate plain. Jut the two of them, staring down one another. Not a word was spoken; the disapproving stare of the man needed no explanation and she had no excuse for herself. People might still need her. Broken did not mean dead. The old man reached out and slapped her across her face. Hard.

Back in Quincy, Thalia sat bolt upright on the table, gasping in her first conscious breath in hours. Immediately, she wished that she hadn't. The pain of her condition slammed into her like she was flung bodily into a wall. Shock set in as she held her left hand before her eyes, next to the stump where her right hand used to be. Not just the hand, but a hair less than half of her forearm was missing as well. It looked clean, not that she was in the mood to critique Manny's work right then. Her remaining hand was shaking with stress and adrenaline, which she brought up to shield her eyes as tears began anew. This is who she was now. She needed to get used to it. As soon as she healed enough, she had to get back to surviving with her friends.

If she couldn't count on the full measure of her trained dexterity anymore, she would have to make up for it with familial brutality.

Nodding her head as an affirmation only to herself, Thalia fell back onto the table and stared at the ceiling. She barely registered anyone else in the room, though she could hear the random bits of material tapping against the house. She felt weak. Pain spread through her like streaks of poison. Probably would for a while. Slowly, she raised her right arm as much as she dared to look at what was left of it. Thalia cleared her throat, and in a clear but quiet voice, said,

"Well, there goes my social life."

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Keeping up with Wayne was about as fruitful as trying to nail jello to a tree, or trying to convince a toddler that candy was awful. But he kept things interesting. The two guys that they had just met decided to hang back for a while, it looked like. Hank guessed that it made sense; they now had some crazy guy to run blocker and take the first bullet and/or attract all of the dead Assholes in his direction. At least the Roman guy was handy with that pig-sticker he carried. Give Hank a camp axe or a good, reliable shovel any day, but he wasn't going to knock the man for carrying a weapon he with which he was proficient. The outfit was by no means off limits, however. Principle of the thing.

He had kept to a brisk walk, hoping to catch up to Wayne in a roundabout, eventual manner. It was a decent enough plan that accounted for the fact that they had been sitting in a truck for a while and Hank was past his best years for endurance running. And the fact that he'd just rather not in the first place. That plan had to alter somewhat when he saw that the his "survival buddy" for the past five years had stopped in the middle of the road and was, while swatting at the same imaginary whatsits that always seemed to vex him, was knee-deep in making first contact with another survivor. A young woman. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but felt it prudent to put some effort into covering distance without spooking the lady.

Feeling like quite the dumbass, Hank shifted his mighty shovel fully to his left hand and gave the two of them a big wave. If the woman took any notice at all, she might see the sarcastically welcoming smile leave his face as he said aloud (though not at a volume anyone might readily hear), "No one for weeks on end and suddenly they're falling from the goddamn sky." Plastering the false happy back onto his face, he continued, "Oh, he's going to get slapped, I can tell. Hell with all this, I could use a beer." He shifted to a jog, more eager now to join the conversation a ways in front of him.

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Wayne stopped in his tracks and looked over the woman, his head tilting to the side. "Well would you look at that. Someone actually caring if my ass stays alive. You hear that Hank, she's worried about me. So fucking sweet I might actually get a tooth ache." He was half talking to her and half yelling behind him back to Hank. Looking past her he could see about half a dozen Walkers coming. His lips puckered up as he slipped his machete back into his belt loop and pulled out his pistols. Looking down at them he examined them and checked to see how many shots he had left.

"Yeah, well thanks for the concern. It's touching, a bit awkward but touching. Fucking Black Jesus and the Southern Caesar are that way. I'll take my chances with the goddamn face eaters." Looking back up at her he winked and kept trucking. As he did he started stomping his feet to create even more noise. His palms clapping together. It was a very familiar rhythm. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Then he started to sing as he kept walking, stomping, and clapping - headed right for the walkers.

"Buddy you're a boy make a big noise. Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day. You got mud on yo' face. You big disgrace. Kickin' your can all over the place, singin' 'We will we will rock you! We will we will rock you!

Buddy you're a young man hard man. Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day. You got blood on yo' face
You big disgrace. Wavin' your banner all over the place. We will we will rock you! (Sing it!) We will we will rock you!

Buddy you're an old man poor man. Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day. You got mud on your face. Big disgrace. Somebody better put you back into your place. We will we will rock you! (Sing it!) We will we will rock you!

(Everybody) We will we will rock you! We will we will rock you! (Alright)" Oh yeah, he had their attention now.

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Tatiana looked over to Jack and nodded, Jamie cooed slightly as his mother held him close. Her nose bleeding and blood seeping from where her cheek was busted open. She had gotten hit hard and fast several times and now that the first was over and the rain had stopped the blood was no longer being washed away. Jack had taken some blows as well. She tensed as someone she didn't know came over, then she assessed the situation and looked hard at the woman before turning her head up and looking towards the sky. She knew this sky and the smell that hung in the air.

"Da, tvister veather," she said as she took Jamie and slipped out of the car, pushing him towards Jack. "Hold Jamie," she said to Jack, taking his hand and making sure his hands were around the child before she slipped back into the car and started rummaging around. "I knov place. Tvo, three more have to die but don't care. They burn Jamie. They deserve die. Good hold up place, supplies, Jamies food and diapers there. Have to go," she said as she started pushing things around in the old station wagon. Jumping back out of the car she had a pack of gauze and pressed it to her nose as she made her way to the back and flung up the large door, turning up the back seats and rummaging through the storage space.

"Hordebuster?" she asked as she looked back over towards the nun and Jack. She rather take that big truck than the station wagon but she didn't know that the thing was dead on its axels.

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“Sorry! I panicked a little...” Okey this might not have been the best way of doing it, but what can she do! She sort of panicked and while it may not have been the most sensible way of doing it, it did prove the bullet was inside and she sort of got a position on it from touching it. She was about to rummage for her medkit when she suddenly realized this was not a good idea.” Alright... not the best to treat it here indeed.” She realized and just pressed onto the wound.

“I cannot deal with the wound while we are still in this weather outside!” She exclaimed, putting pressure onto the wound and looked at Ash and then at Riley. Tati, Jack and the nun seemed to be dealing with something by the cars where they fought earlier. She turned her attention to Ash.” It's not going to be good for you to move with that wound too much and to deal with it we need to be in shelter." She was not sure what exactly the weather was going to throw at them, but it probably wouldn't be too good if how the day was going so far was anything to go by.

“Ash, we should get you inside the Horde Buster and treat your wound there, before doing anything.” She stated and looked at him.” The bleeding will weaken you really soon probably... We should act before then, but in the end it's really your choice on how to proceed, boss.” She sighed, not knowing what he will decide. He had more worldly experience than her and was probably more competent in being injured too.

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Alexander quietly nodded as Manny went on to give his educated guess on Thalia's condition and prospects, limping his way over from the fireplace he'd been almost standing in for no apparent reason and over to the window just beside the front door. Lucky? That was as relative a term as an "accomplished mission" had been. Lucky for who, and how? Alexander knew how much pain it was getting your limb taken off, and would have preffered Thalia not experiencing the maddening pain it involved. But he also knew that they needed her more than ever, and having a lost hand was less of a handicap than his own...Poor girl.

Looking out the window Alexander could see what one could expect of the kind of weather which had forced them inside; flying debris and God's small wonders of nature, like rocks and twigs amongst other stuff, all blowing in the wind like Bob Dylan himself had turned into one of the four winds of the world. But as far as he could see there were no walkers out there, for now. That was good.

"Navy will be fine. She knows how to look after herself, she'll be back eventually..." The old veteran threw back to Manny, not looking away from the window as his words became whispers to himself; "...I hope..." But then he heard the voice of the fourth person left in the house, and a smile found itself placed on Mugsy's face, albeit a pained one. "Thank God, thought we'd lost you there Angel. Do you need something for the pain?"

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"That can't be good...can it?" Nigel asked Robert with a sizeable portion of uncertainty at the fact that the nut known as Wayne had stopped singing. Was it really a bad thing, or not? Nigel didn't know, but Robert certainly appeared to think so with his concerned statement. Regardless this was not - for all Nigel "Hadrian" knew, he didn't know that many drugged people back in the old world - this was not normal for someone high as the top of Mount Vesuvius, so he started jogging. "Let's check it out."

The Neo-Roman Sporticus quickened his pace up the road as he came up to where Hank was standing, looking ahead at...no, it couldn't be. Another one? "I don't believe it. Seriously?" Nigel muttered audibly to himself, as befuddled as Hank had been. It was like all the main characters of a Greek play were meeting before an Oracle, awaiting the predictions of their future. But the more crucial concern wasn't the woman now approaching them.

No, that would be the small horde, and Wayne leading them right their way.

"Why are these things never easy? Does Wayne really have a death wish? Because I'm starting to think that he does." Nigel questioned Hank as he pulled off the shield from his back again and readied his gladius. This was starting to look less and less like the Battle of Alesia and more like the Battle of the Teutoburg Forest.

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Turning his walk into a light jog, Robert followed Hadrian's trail towards Hank. The two men managed to catch up to the shovel-wielding man only to find themselves in yet another possibly fatal predicament. Meters ahead grew a group of walkers, moving slowly as they do, but gnawing at the man that approached them - Wayne. Yet another battle that could have been dismissed if it had not been for Wayne's desire to test his own luck. Down the road was also a newcomer, the silhouette of a woman for sure, but from the distance, Robert couldn't put a name to the face - not that he could even if he saw her properly. "Is she with you two?" Robert asked Hank, unsure if there were more surprises in store for the survivors.

Robert didn't really questions the events that unfolded this very day. Were they strange? Of course. But for some reason strange seemed to be the new normal in this day in age. It was as though the true colors of people, the environment and everything in between finally flourished into something bigger. Robert saw this 'change' as an act of God - it's purpose yet unknown, but it's purpose surely great despite it not seeming so. He himself had changed the man he once thought he was. He was set on a path to help people so that the universe would reward him with the safekeeping of his wife. Give and the universe will return.

"Wayne's going to needs us..." Robert then exclaimed, trying to set urgency to the matter at hand. "I'll take care of the girl and join you when she is safe. May God bless you both." With that said, he started to jog once more - preparing himself mentally for the roadblock ahead. His strategy was to first ensure the safety of the woman - make sure she did not decide to join the fight without need - and then help Hadrian and the others as any other option was now improbable.

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Jack didn't take his eyes off of Jamie without some reluctance, as he glanced around once the nun came over to them. Her praise to the lord gave him a mental note to ask Tati, at some point, about religious preferences for raising the kid. He ultimately didn't care what the kid believed in, but still, it suddenly seemed like a topic they'd need to discuss - later. The weather was a huge concern - as was the burn scar on Jamie's little hand. He hadn't lived in this area for long, but Newnan had taught him enough to know that the nun was right - this was tornado weather.

He wasn't about to lose his family to a natural disaster again. "We good!" he shouted back to Ash. He then found his son put into his arms and he felt woefully unqualified to hold a baby, as he stared at Jamie. He was smiling at the little baby when Tatiana recounted a bit more of the horrors she had gone through and the smile faded from his face, replaced with righteous rage. They had burnt his baby - on purpose?!?!?!?!!?!?! He took in a breath, feeling like a dragon about to breathe fire and destroy an entire village. "The Bustah....she's dead," Jack then explained to Tatiana softly.

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Beatrice chuckled slightly at Thalia's first words upon waking up. Taking into account what Manny had said, she then set her bow down she scanned the room, trying to brainstorm a way to keep the windows clear. And then it hit her. As she walked through the house, she came across two sets of mattresses and box springs. There were also some blankets. She then returned to the main area. "Manny, I could use a hand....sorry, too soon," she said, glancing over at Thalia.

"There's some O's there for you. Alex can make them up for ya." She figured that Thalia didn't need a complete rundown on everything that was going on. Telling her that Navy went out there by herself wouldn't help anyone at that moment. Beatrice then turned her attention back to Manny, looking at him expectantly. She would have asked Alex but with his lack of leg, she didn't think he'd be an ideal candidate for helping her shove mattresses up against the windows. And Thalia wasn't going to be handy for that either. At least this way, they wouldn't have to move Thalia or compromise their position - for now.

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Riley looked between Ashton and Amelia for a moment as she tried to tend to his bullet wound, she wasn't really a doctor either as she finished securing her two new things that she took off the guy's body. She then decided to make her way over towards Jack and Tatiana she wanted to also see the baby really quick as well. As Riley made her way over she looked over at Genevieve for a moment, she still wasn't sure to think of her just yet as Riley went over and gave Tatiana a quick hug. "Hey, long time no see." Riley said giving her a friendly smile before letting go.

As Jack answered Tati's question about the Horebuster. "Yeah The Hordebuster just died just as you came by." Riley said, as her eyes then wondered over to Jamie and gave the baby a smile. She looked over at the station wagon that Tatiana was in for a moment as she wondered if that was still in working condition. "Does that car still work? Because we really do need to get out of here and soon." Riley, hoped that it would actually work and it would be able to fit all of them inside as well.

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Erica stared directly at Wayne as he spoke up, the moment he spoke she definitely did not like the guy at all, and it looked like that he had a lot of screws loose in that head of his. She simply rolled her eyes towards him and mumbled something under her breath as she looked over and started to notice three more new comers. One of them was waving towards her, and then eyed Wayne as he broke out into yet another really off key tune. "Tell your damn friend there that he's going to get chomped to death by that herd of walkers." Erica yelled back, as she started to take out her shotgun just in case.

Looking over her shoulder at the herd of walkers, counting about six of them sure one or two would be easy as long as you didn't do anything stupid. But six at once now that was going to be a death sentence waiting to happen as Erica started to make her way further own the road a bit more. "Dumbass you are going to get mauled by that herd." Erica decided to warn him once more, now getting closer to the new guy with the shovel.

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It seemed as if they all knew each other and it warmed Genevieve's heart to have them reunited. Especially the couple and their child. It also angered her to hear that anyone would commit such heinous acts on a baby, even in these times. "I am pleased you are all reunited, but I fear we have to hurry. The weather signifies a tornado is on its way and we must seek shelter. The "Hordebuster" you refer to is broken, I'm afraid, as others have said. And your leader is injured and needs to be treated. I can help with that, but it would be best to do so in shelter."

Genevieve checked around her. They didn't have many options, it seemed. "We have little options and time, I fear. We could either get inside somewhere nearby or travel elsewhere, but closer. Either way, we should get moving. Are you all right to move around?" She asked Tatiana, hoping the woman was okay to walk with her child. She wouldn't overstep her bounds, of course, especially if the father was nearby.

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Were the world still mostly alive and functional, with concepts like "medical insurance" still a thing, it could be said that Ashton J. Holloway had lost faith in his primary care provider. Of course, this being an Apocalypse, you took what you could get. With the exception of the sudden, incredible idea to jam a finger into a fresh bullet wound, he could tell that Amelia was trying. But damn, did that hurt. Instead, he dipped into his own knowledge of emergency medical procedure. It was a lesser known fact that Ash had taken training with Newnan's very own medical professional, Dr. Victor Bonheur, following the older man's onset of heart trouble. There were others, but he was the only one left alive after... everything. Ash was not anywhere near the level of the man's professional bearing, but he knew how to handle himself and others with greater skill than basic first aid procedure.

Being as the concept of "Physician, heal thyself" didn't really mean what most people thought it meant, it was good sense to have someone else see to his injuries. Or it should have been. At the moment, the searing discomfort of a chunk of foreign metal lodged in his anatomy limited his ability to think. But he did understand a couple of concepts. One of which being that crawling back into the Hordebuster, while awfully tempting, might not be the best idea considering the approaching weather. Were it running, he might very well park it beneath an overpass and be done with it, but out in the open it was susceptible to whatever the storm wanted to throw at them. Like trees. Or cars. Or dead people. Though built to withstand the attention of the Dead, an errant tree was something else entirely.

Ash did note the change of treatment from Amelia. He nodded his approval. "Good. Thanks. You're right, we need to get to shelter. I'm not dying right this second." He was unable to clearly hear anything going on over by the cars with Tatiana, Jack, and the Nun, and so made his observations about potential shelter without their input. "Middle school... school is a solid building. We used to use my old school as a storm shelter back home." His voice was obviously strained. That tended to happen after one got shot. "Lot of space to clear, especially with an injured man and... and a baby." The thought gave him some joy. Nodding back in the other direction, he continued, "Fire station. Smaller building, solid walls. It might have medical supplies. Hell, it might have a lounge and bunk area."

"Amelia, thanks. I can hold pressure. Give a hand up, actually. Then would you please grab my bag and stuff from inside the 'Buster? I'd really like to say hi to Tatiana and get the hell out of here." Gruff in delivery, but aside from the unwanted finger insertion he was grateful for Amelia's assistance.

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She wasn't one hundred percent certain who had said it, but the topic of medication for the pain was brought up and she was, at the moment, all for it. Briefly, she considered the concept of phantom pain, only to dismiss it outright (at least for the moment) because the actual pain was significantly more pressing. Something about having a forearm taken in half with a circular saw would do that to someone. Thalia was not really someone who took to drugs readily, except for maybe a decent drink every now and again. Something about it this time was particularly enticing. "Hell yeah, I would like something for the pain. Fucking mallet would be nice. Pills'll do."

Then she heard the voice of Beatrice nearby, and tried to give a quick smile. She had mentioned something. Oh yes, something close at hand to many topics over the past year. But the half-second of mirth passed. She glanced down at her fresh stump, and shook her head. "Bea, this bullshit isn't stopping because of..." she moved her shortened arm a bit for emphasis, "...this. I could eat. What else do we have? I'm not taking any damn Sympathy O-s." Thalia rolled over to her side and pushed herself to a sitting position with her good arm. If she was going to eat, she might as well be more or less upright for it.

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Wayne's callous desire to apparently throw his life away was a draining influence on Hank that day. Unlike other days, there were now other people around that might get themselves killed because of this bravado. Granted, he understood on some base level why he did what he did, and in the manner that he did it. It made little difference if people died as a result, even if his intent was to put himself between the danger and everyone else. And even less if Hank himself went down with him. But he was a loyal friend. Had been for years now. Perhaps it was best if they were alone. Then discretion might be a concept that he could discuss with Wayne during one of his more lucid moments.

Coming up on the young woman, Hank regarded her with observant eyes. She seemed okay. Well, okay-ish. Truthfully, all he could say was that she probably didn't intend to do anything awful to tham immediately. "You really should have slapped him. Really. I would have slapped him. Hey, there's still time to, ya know. Slap him, I mean." He was repeating himself. He did that sometimes.

Sadly, nothing in his immediate environment seemed to be of use to him or his cause of making sure that Wayne didn't die just then, so it was sally forth, shovel at the ready, and try to help his friend out of trouble that they really could have avoided by stepping into the treeline and waiting. But that just wasn't how things worked. And what the hell, he didn't have a whole lot left to live for, anyway. Shaking his head in the manner of a guy who simply accepted what lay before him, if not fully agreeing with it, he resolved to follow Wayne toward the cluster of rotting Assholes before them.

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Wayne, Wayne, Wayne. What is this motherfucker up to? Being his crazy self that is what. Okay, it is hotter than the ninth level of hell right now, in the swamps of South Georgia. If you have never been there, let me give you a visual. Go into a sauna, in a snow suit, and do cardio. Yeah, that's about what it feels like. Wayne doesn't care, even as the beads of sweat drip down his face. He shook his face to get the drips to fly off his face instead of rolling into his eyes. Standing his ground, he didn't react to anyone behind him, his eyes were on the butt load of Face Eaters in front of him.

Truth be told, this wasn't a buttload to him. Maybe five years ago it would have been but shit, anything under a dozen these days was just par for the fucking course. So he did what he planned to do and pulled the trigger on both his guns. Both bullets hitting their targets and dropped both of them. There were still more to take care of but he didn't care. Underneath the sarcasm, and the drugs, and hallucinations, buried deep down below self loathing and the suicidal tendencies was actually a good man. He was efficient and calculating. In fact, way beneath everything. Perhaps in the cockles of his heart, of even the sub-cockles, maybe even the colon there was a sliver of that heroic mindset left that once made him a hell of a cop.

"Mother fucker, that ones head exploded like a zit being lanced by a hot red poker!" Or maybe he just liked the slaughter.

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Tatiana's lips thinned as she looked over at Jack as he told her the Hordebuster was dead. The rain had stopped and her eyes went to the sky. Drawing a deep breath and holding it before letting it out. She half froze when she found she was suddenly embraced but returned it soon as she knew it was Riley. "Da, car vorks. Vho can drive? I knov place," she said towards the three of them that were standing there. They had to make tracks and fast from the looks of things as the sky was growing darker north of them. Something could touch down at any minute and if they were caught outside when it did, there could be hell to pay.

"Come on, get stuff, in car, let's go," she said as she rushed back over to Jack. "I put Jamie in carseat, you climb in, keep him safe," she said through her busted face. One eye was completely swollen shut now and she wasn't going to attempt to drive. She had never been good at it. She remembered the first time Jack had tried to teach her how to drive. It didn't go well and that was before Newnan. She could in a pinch if she had to but if someone else could and was better at it, it was best that they did the driving. The fact she had just had the shit kicked out of her didn't make matters any easier.

Climbing into the front seat of the car she sat down and took a breath. The baby seat was in the back seat canter. One driver could fit in the front with her. Two could sit in the back seat, one on each side of the baby seat. The back area of the station wagon had seats folded up now and it could store a fair amount in the center and three or four more could easily fit back there. She kept her knife's handle sticking out of her boot in case she had to grab it but right then, she knew everyone but the nun and from what she could tell from the woman so far, she was trust worthy. Maybe a bit different, something she couldn't put her finger on, but she was okay so far. It was take a lot though for Tatiana to trust her.

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Pressing against Ash's wounds, Amelia could feel streams of water running down the sides of her face. Although the rain had stopped, her hair was still soaked wet and the humidity was rather high, making her feel like she was not much better from the rain, in fact she might have actually preferred the rain right about now.” Alright.” She replied, throwing paranoid glances about, searching for dangers of the walking variety now that the rain was no longer an issue and she could actually see properly. Problem was she knew that the walkers could also see and hear properly again too!

She stood up first, reaching hands to help Ash, but by the time she tried to exert strength to pull him up, the stars aligned against her once more and she flipping slipped once more. As her feet lost traction, she had a brief moment of curses and refusal to believe, but then she finally sort of fell, her knee hitting right at his injured shoulder.” I'm sorry!” Amelia exclaimed as she realized what happened. Her face flushing up from concern, embarrassment about what she just did, albeit unwillingly.” I'm sorry!” She replied with pleading voice as she scurried up to her feet and away into the horde buster. At least this time she didn't slip as she made her way inside and hurried to grab and did indeed grab Ash's bags before returning to the exits of the vehicle.” I've got 'em.” She stated in quiet voice, really wanting to not be around Ash's gaze right now... She almost felt like she killed him twice... sort of. Well she caused him a lot of pain if nothing else.

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Thalia had woken up rather suddenly, enough so that Manny had one hand on his shotgun before he realized what had happened. Though ti didn't move at all, he was ready for the worst. "Dammit... You scared the living shit out of me. Glad to see you're still alive though." She wasn't int he clear yet, though waking up is a good sign. Meant she still had enough fight in her to pull through this, and seems like an infection hasn't set in. So overall, a win. All things considering. "I'm afraid we lack pain killers, but if we look around I think we can find alcohol or something. My first Husband always said that worked just as well if you had enough of it." Manny said with a simple laugh.

Manny eventually heard the call of duty. Box springs and mattresses. Normally he wasn't the kind of person pulled for this, but he was the only other person with all their limbs, so guess he was the perfect person for the job. "Yeah I can help out with that. Heart finally slowed down enough so my head could keep up." He would still need to keep an eye on Thalia, but as long as a fever dind't break out, she should be fine. That was his main concern. That, and booze sounded great right about now. No idea why everyone was so obsessed with the canned O's. Alcohol was where the real fun was at.

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At least she wasn't screaming at the top of her lungs after something to take the pain away, which was good. Meant the pain was bareable. Bad, but bareable. Stabilizing himself on his cane as he pushed himself from the window he had kept watch over, Alexander slowly started to limp over to the table with Thalia. Thud. Thump. Thud. Thump. Was he ever going to get used to the sound of only one foot against the floor, supported by a simple stick of wood? It didn't help that his palms were sweaty, all of him was sweaty. Who knew how hot it was inside of the house. 80? 90? 100? Being in the jungle for three years was one thing, but this was seriously not good for Alexander's knees. Opening a window wasn't an option either, not with the wind and the talk of barricading going on.

But at least Thalia was alive. That was what mattered.

Alexander looked at Beatrice as she said he could cook up some O's for Thalia, but didn't say anything as Thalia shot back at her that she didn't want them. Seriously? Alexander, even for the old man liking those girls, they really should stop with the O's. But something else? "Yeah sure, I can do that. Didn't Navy find any cans of food before she left?" Alexander said out to the group in generel as he reached the table, leaning on the table as he started fishing through his pockets, looking at Manny. "You're a good doctor, Manny, but you should write down a list." Up from a pocket Alexander pulled out a medicine bottle and put in on the table with Thalia. "I'm fine for now, so take what is needed." Alexander said to both of them, though giving Thalia a strained smile at the sight of her. "I'll go check what's in the kitchen, just need to take another look." A part of him wanted to put a hand on Thalia's shoulder, give her some form of comfort, but he couldn't. Now now.

The one-legged veteran limped his way back to the window he'd looked out of, leaning his sweaty shoulder into the window pane as he tried to find a comfortable position. Looking out of the window more closely, he started noticing something. Not any NVA as you'd expect, opening fire with Ak's and RPK's, but the debris. Wiping away some of the drops of sweat from his face, Alex turned back to the rest of the Eden Team. "Hey, looks like the wind is slowing down a little out there. Maybe it'll die down soon? Wouldn't mind getting some fresh air in."

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The gentle breeze that blew down the road and past the rag tag group of survivors could have been, for lack of better words, a breath of fresh air in the nearly liquid stale air that surrounded them all. But there was no cooling down the situation right then, not way at all it would seem. Wayne was opening fire at the little army of Undead, marching duly to the Drums of the Endtimes and straight towards them, all the while people were trying to decide what to do. Robert had just told Nigel to go forth while he took care of the girl. Nigel gave him in due turn a stern look, as if saying to him; "Seriously, this again?" He was going in while he stayed back and either prayed or played a good samaritan? "...Non litiges cum stultus."

Nigel looked to the newly-arrived lady and asked the question nobody had apparently bothered to ask until now; "Are you hurt, ma'am?" But he didn't wait long for an answer, continuing after Hank in the swealtering heat that could have made that place the salted remains of Carthage and looking at the treelines on each side of the road. With all that sound from them talking, and Wayne talking to himself and shooting, "Hadrian" was certain that there would be walkers crawling onto the road from the sides. But in what felt like a clearer state of mind, he managed to interpret the sight of trees and any lack of Visigothic warriors as a good thing; He wasn't going all Koalemos for once!

That left their priority in the front. Wayne. Nigel continued forward, gladius and scotum in hands and ready for a fight, as he came closer and closer to Wayne. So far he was getting mauled, but for how long? And were they going to help him? Was that the best course of action? Just leaving them was always an option; an harsh option, but still an option, right? Then again, that was the way there were headed.

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Riley looked towards Tatiana and gave her a little bit of a smile when she returned the hug and gave her a slight nod, she was glade they were alright now. She let out a slight sigh that the station wagon was still working which was a good sign at least they now had a set of wheels again. Though not as heavily protected like the Hordebuster was, but it was a set of wheels that they could get by at least for now, looking up at the sky it wasn't a good sign seeing the clouds to the north had gotten darker.

"I'll drive." Riley offered, Tatiana's eye was swollen which would make it harder to drive even more so when the weather started to pick up again. She figured also that Jack would want to spend some time with his son in his arms, Ashton was shot and she wasn't sure about the nun and Riley wanted to make sure Amelia was alright. "Ash Amelia, their ride still works hurry up!" Riley yelled out to both Ashton and Amelia as Riley climbed into the driver's seat looking at Tatiana for a moment. "Just point me out in the right direction." Riley said softly as she started to try and search for the keys.

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Erica's hair was drenched in sweat right now as she whipped it off of her forehead as well as her neck and chin, she stared directly at Hank as he mentioned about slapping him. "Yeah right, slapping a dude hopped up on whatever it is he's on isn't the best thing." Erica said rolling her eyes a little bit as she heard Wayne opening up on the small herd of walkers that had been pursuing her the last few minutes. Erica turned to look at the two newer guys, a darker skinned man and then a guy in what was greek or roman armor, she honestly couldn't really tell the difference.

Her eyes turned over towards Nigel and gave him a slight nod. "I'm fine." Erica said as she turned to stare at the two men who most likely had a death wish for their Christmas list. She mumbled a little bit looking at the group of men, two she did not trust at all, the other two she wasn't so sure yet. She lost one person not to long ago, and she didn't want to watch two more people die just a few minutes later. "I'm going to go and help them." Erica said as she felt a little bit tired and dizzy from the heat but for now she ignored it as she turned around and took out her shotgun, she didn't have a clear line of sight yet because of Wayne.

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Jack did a quick look around them, but he honestly wasn't able to focus on anything but Jamie. The baby was taking all of his attention - that and the growing anger of the swollen eye that son of a bitch had given Tatiana. If he wasn't already dead, Jack would kill him again. However, there was a chance that he'd get to do that anyways if they waited around too long. If it hadn't been for the incoming tornado, Jack would have been tempted to wait around and waste a bullet. But Tatiana and Jamie took priority.

God, Jamie was adorable! He kept on getting distracted by the baby as he climbed into the station wagon, sitting on the driver's side of the back seat, with the baby next to him in the center. He kept on grinning at the adorable little tyke, ready to defend him at a moment's notice. He hoped that Ash would take the seat next to Jamie - he sure as hell didn't want Amelia there (he trusted her, but already when it came to Jamie he only really wanted Tatiana or his best friend around him). "Hi Jamie, say Da-da," Jack whispered to the baby.

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Beatrice glanced over at Thalia and sighed, rolling her eyes slightly. "¿Simpatía? No hago simpatía. La simpatía es para aquellos que son demasiado débiles para cuidarse a sí mismos, ese no eres tú. La lata no es mía de todos modos - la marina lo encontró₁" Thalia didn't need their sympathy. She was short a hand - so what? It didn't make Thalia any less of a badass and it seemed that she was pulling through just fine from Beatrice's standpoint. "Además, si eso pudiera venir de mí, te hubiera dejado que lameras la tapa₂."

Scolding/flirting aside, she considered the matter at hand. With the wind dying down, did they really need to position the mattresses and blankets in front of the windows? She was about to tell Manny to forget her request when she snapped out of it, coming to her senses. There was no telling when the wind could pick back up and even if it wasn't the wind she was worried about, there were walkers. Glass wasn't going to hold up against the undead very well. It would keep them hidden and sound low, something they'd need with Thalia being out of commission for a while.

She then glanced at Alex, hearing his request. It was absolutely boiling inside. "...As much as I'd love to prevent deaths by heat stroke, until we know that we're secure here, windows should stay shut," she said, wiping a bit of sweat off of her forehead. "Manny, let's put the mattresses against the windows here in the main room - we can then put blankets over the other windows..." she instructed him.

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"For the love of GOD AMELIA STOP HELPING ME." It wasn't the first time that Ash had taken an injury in the field before. Take away the fact that they all were technically "in the field" at all times. It might be closer to say that this was, without doubt, the first time that the he was afraid that he would survive the firefight only to be killed by the medical attention. Getting shot seemed like the easy part.

"Amelia. Thank you, Amelia. No, really. Don't worry about it. Just please stop beating the crap out of me." Ash pulled himself to his feet and accepted the pack containing the brunt of his belongings. It was definitely not his day. He had lost much recently, but he still had his mission. And now, part of that mission had been fulfilled. Jack got his family back. Damn if that wasn't worth taking a bullet for. Now the problem was getting it back out. He nodded hopefully, then looked to Amelia once again. "Hey, I don't want to go climbing if I don't have to. Could you please get me the gear shift knob off of ol' girl here?" he patted the side of the Hordebuster, a twinge of sadness heard in his voice. It was like he lost a friend.

Now standing under his own power, Ash pulled the strap to his pack over his uninjured shoulder and recovered his rifle. He didn't want to leave the 'Buster, but he had to. It was as good as dead. Ash's responsibility was to the living. Especially the very recently living, like the child a number of meters in front of him. He started the walk from the lifeless rig that was once his second home, moving toward those he cared about. And Genevieve. Just before he cleared the Hordebuster, Ash reached up and placed his hand lovingly upon the machine's hood. He winced in pain from the effort, but it was something he felt he had to. Taking a second, he pressed his forehead to the rain cooled metal and whispered a heartfelt, "Thank you. Thank you so much." He would leave part of himself there, but only part. They had to go.

As he neared the station wagon where his people were, Ash looked to Tatiana. "God damn, it is good to see you. Both of you. I'd hug the stuffing out of you, but I'm a little bit shot right now." He genuinely was elated to see them. From the look of things, though, the group had made a decision without him. They weren't getting ready to clear and search buildings like he had planned. This looked more urgent, and not just "weather advisory" urgent. Before taking it personally or getting loud, he decided to put some trust in his people. "You guys look like you have a plan. Read me in. Jack, you take the lead for now, and if it's not too much trouble, I need a pair of steady hands to pry this slug out of me." He motioned to the huge, seeping, crimson stain on him. "Stitch or two'd be nice, also." He was ready to make tracks, and fast. But he did need some attending to before he could give any appreciable help to the situation.

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The talk about a lack of painkillers gave Thalia a jolt. This was going to be one hell of a bad day without something to take the edge off of her impromptu surgery. But she wasn't completely taken in with the medical advice of the guy who lopped her arm away. "Gonna have to say no... on that booze." She actually couldn't believe the words were leaving her mouth. "Not while the stitches are fresh. Not unless I get really desperate." It was one way in which she disagreed with most of her family. Thinner blood could be problematic, and while it looked like Manny did pretty damn good work, she did not need any excess seepage from her very drastic wound.

The sudden gift from Alexander did not go unnoticed, either. Thalia gave the newly set bottle of pills on the table a nigh cheerful look, or as cheerful as one could be who just woke up from redneck surgery and only had one hand. That last part was going to be a problem, but in that second she didn't care. "Aw, holy shit theah, Mugsy. People'ah gonna think you'ah sweet on me, yeah?" she said with a measure of happy gratitude, her Boston accent kicking in through the haze of pain that was slowly creeping over. Gingerly, she picked up the bottle of pills like it was sacred, until her face dropped and she spoke the single syllable, "Shit." Reflexively, she held up the stump that used to be attached to her hand and half of her forearm to assist int he opening of the bottle, only to realize that she'd have to work around the child proof cap with her non-dominant hand and her teeth, probably. She exhaled loudly and got to it. She managed to open the thing by pressing it hard against her thigh and turning, first the wrong way, resulting in a chorus of damnits, but then in the right direction to elicit a favorable outcome. She carefully extracted two pills; one which she swallowed immediately, and one which the tucked into a pocket. Capping the bottle was thankfully much easier.

In her own way, Beatrice was being supportive. Some people would actually try to say supportive things. Or act in a manner that showed concern. Or at least, not sarcasm. But the application of nothing that might be considered support was actually helpful. It gave Thalia a sense of security, like status quo was continuing. Now, if Beatrice had done any of those warm and friendly things, Thalia might be suddenly afraid that there was bad news she had to brace for, or that her prognosis wasn't as good as they seemed to suggest. She didn't respond beyond a chuckle and a sustained stare in Bea's direction at first, but finally relented and returned with, "Es el código "lamer la tapa" para algo? Porque podría darme una ducha primero, si es."₁

As soon as the words hit the air, Thalia noticed that it was a little warm in that house. It could be worse, but through the pain and the excitement, she barely noticed that her shirt was sticking to her. She could use a cooling breeze, too, but sealing off the windows was something she understood from a tactical position. Uncomfortable was better than dead, and she was not at her best. On the brighter end, some of Alexander's words came back to her, something about Thana finding other cans of food in the house. Go Navy..." she mumbled. On the one hand, Thalia did, and extremely overtly, call DIBS on those Os. On the other hand, she really didn't want to call a stalemate or anything more than a temporary cease-fire in the all encompassing "O Wars" that had helped keep her in decent spirits over the past year. "Alright, Killeh Bea. But you and me's splitting the can. That's that."

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Hank continued undeterred on his epic quest to help his friend not die in an attempt to throw himself between everyone else and danger. It might even be considered heroic, if the situation were different. If they didn't need every bullet. On the good chance that Hank didn't want to see his friend die. If he kept on like this, he was going to. Rolling the dice enough times was going to eventually result in an unfavorable set of numbers. But Wayne was Wayne. And Hank... wasn't ready to abandon him.

The woman that he had just passed made a decent enough observation about slapping a person who was on a cocktail of meds. How she was aware that he was coming down off of a random assortment of pills was beyond him, but such figuring was beyond his capacity for giving a crap right then. Without breaking stride, Hank responded with a matter-of-factly, "Nope! Not the best thing. Sure as hell is fun, though!" He predicated his words with an exaggerated shrug, but kept on his path to help out his friend.

As he neared both Wayne and the smallish group of dead things shambling at him, Hank called ahead, "On your six there, Nutjob. If you haven't, oh, killed yourself by the time I get there, I'm getting my shovel involved in the Dead Asshole meet-n-greet. Hmm?"

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Wayne took aim and pulled the trigger on the gun in his left hand. It jammed. "Cock-juggling thunder cunt," he grumbled as he lowered it and took aim with the gun in his right hand. It jammed. "Mother fucking piss bucket!" he yelled. This was not his moment to shine it seemed. Of all the times for not one but two guns to jam, that was the worst possible second. He had five walkers in front of him and now he had just missed taking out nearly half of the pack. The man barely had a chance to get the guns slipped into his waist line as one of the lunged.

"Oh fuck no twinkle toes," Wayne yelled as he side stepped it and pulled out his machete. "Incoming Hanktholomew, knock the fucker in the nuts," he exclaimed as he got ready for another and kept a check on his six only just slightly. The last thing he wanted after that bad run was to get his own head knocked off with Hanks back swing. Thing was, Wayne wasn't the only one having a moment.

Back behind the him where the others were coming from it seemed like the preacher man was having issues of his own as he seemed to be suddenly disoriented before dropping to the ground convulsing. He was not sweating anymore and he didn't look good. Granted, could anyone really look good when they drop having a seizure? Or was it something else? God it was hot.

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Tatiana looked over towards Riley and nodded. "Ve keep going way car was going, that vay. Not far," she said before turning around and taking a look at Jack. It seemed he was only paying attention to Jamie, which was understandable. He had never met his son before today and if there was anything left of the loving man she had married she doubted he was going to ever take his eyes off the little one. It brought the smallest of smiles to her lips even in a sorrowful way. She wished he had not missed all these months. Jamie was just watching his dad and babbling in baby talk. Tatiana could have told Jack his chances of hearing dada was slim right now but she chose not to, it was too damn adorable watching him try to get Jamie to speak.

Hearing Ash, Tatiana jerked her head to the right and jumped out of the car. "Da, good see you," she said as she got closer and took a look at his shoulder. The woman only had basic first aide training but she had spent nearly a year of her life in Newnan under Froggy's instruction and then months after the fall of Newnan alone with him. She learned more than just the physical aspect of things. Looking up at Ash she took a breath. "Pressure for nov and da have plan. Get to shelter, kill rest, and hov you say? Hunker dovn? They have supplies," she said filling in Ash. He may have asked Jack but Jack was watching Jamie and trying to get his son to say da-da.

"Come, you sit. Your god son need meet you," she said flatly. She wasn't the same bubbly ballerina she had been back in Newnan. While she hadn't talked to Jack about making Ash the Godfather, it was one of those things she held on to over the last months. Everyone around Ash seemed to die but he kept trucking. He was a protector and took that job seriously. If shit happened to her and Jack she had no doubt Ash would protect the fuck out of the kid. She would help Ash into the passenger side back seat if he let her before climbing back into the passenger side front seat. Only seats left now were in the back of the car.

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Amelia felt really bad about the whole hurting Ash even more so than he already was, but she couldn't say anything else beside the apology because she didn't believe she could say anything to make it better.” I...” She said with quiet voice.” ...didn't mean to...” She somehow managed to bring herself to utter shyly as she looked down, feeling like a little kid who was being caught doing a prank. At least Ash didn't seem too angry about the whole thing, so that was one weight off her shoulders. There was also the fact that she was getting ever more nervous though. She was already starting to get concerned about the walkers and any other danger in the vicinity. They had a bloody firefight, who knew who or what else might be in the area to cause them trouble.

“Alright, going to grab it.” She promised Ash as he asked her to grab that knob thing from the gear shift. As she was about to return back to the front of the Horde Buster, she also heard Riley call to them that the other vehicle was working and hurried to do it faster. Getting the knob wasn't too much work and she threw it in her bag, a bag which she grabbed right away and jumped off the trusty partner of a vehicle that had gotten them through so very much over the past stretch of time. She said silent words of thanks to it in her mind and hurried to the station wagon where the others already were.” Ash, I got it, it's in my bag, I will give it to you later.” She explained and noticing that there were no vacant spots in the front part of the car, she hurried to the back.

It was weird that she felt so open with those people around her now... the nun not included. Maybe only them she could be a little bit more open and talkative. Even with Tati and the little baby. She felt them close since they were also survivors from Newnan, despite not having met for quite a while. The nun though, was another story. Amelia was now considering the probabilities of the nun being an enemy spy! Maybe it was a whole church of crazed zealots trying to kill anyone who doesn't convert to whatever their variation of sect was!' I'm going to keep my eyes on her, until she shows her true colors!' She convinced herself in her mind as she hopped through the trunk door of the station wagon. “Alright, I'm in.” She called to inform the rest so they can start getting the whole thing moving. She threw a glance around just in case and took a breath of relief.