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As much as he wanted a breath of fresh air crashing through those windows, just something to make the interiour of the house liveable without the risk of being boiled like an egg, Alexander had to agree with Beatrice's judgement. Better safe than sorry, or better sweaty than sorry in their case. And safe they needed to be right then, as Thalia scooped up the painkillers and, after some difficulty, got a couple of pills out while thanking him. Alex shot her a short smile as he decided to actually start searching for those supposed cans of food in the kitchen. Thalia probably needed that substinance after the operation, if it could be called that. "Considering what you've just been through, perhaps I am? Don't mention it, Angel."

Where to start though? Alexander looked at the various cabinets and drawers of the kitchen, unsure of where to start looking. And besides the by now legendary cans of food, what else was he looking for? In the stiffling Florida-heat, they desperately needed water as well. Loads of it. Might as well start low and go up then. Alexander leaned his cane against one of the counters and slowly lowered himself down on the floor. The first cabinet was dissappointing, but as he started searching underneath the sink, he found it. "Well I'll be...I found water, lots of water!" Mugsy called out to the others, pulling out a 24-pack of bottle water with his G.I. strength out onto the floor. So far, so good.

Alexander continued the search through various other cabinets, but nothing compared to what he found next. Neatly hidded behind one of the bracers, he found what appeared to be at first an ordninary mug, nothing fancy. But as he pulled it out to just give it a casual look, an odd expression came upon his face. He really wasn't sure what to feel. It was a normal coffee mug, but printed on it in big, black text was; "...You're lucky I only have one foot or..." Mugsy read out loud, his eyes now seeing the stickfigure in the middle with only one leg, before the text continued. "...I'd be kicking your ass right now." Alexander couldn't help but chuckle a bit at he absurdity, but it was as if it was meant for him all along. "I guess you're mine now, little fella."

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With the confirmation that the new lady was okay, Nigel kept up the pace forward in order to reach the small horde before Wayne did something stupid to hurt himself. Well that last part was probably very much overdue, but helping him was at least partially beneficial for Nigel too. Leaving their rear to Robert and the stranger, Nigel stepped to the side of the road and advanced on the grassy ground as he came close to the undead. Sweat dripped from all over him, sticking to the already wet clothes to his body. He really didn't want to be in that swamp anymore, and going through that legion of undead was the only way. "Coming on your left side, watch your fire Wayne!" Nigel "Hadrian" warned Wayne as he came up on the side, though the warning wasn't neccecary after all. Both his guns jammed, only reinforcing the Neo-Romans belief that swords were better.

Nigel moved steadily forward, shield held up in front of him as he circumvented the first walker and went straight for the second one just behind it. It grabbed for him, but "Hadrian" knew the drill well by now; let it come forth, stop and push it to the side and down with the shield, and finally go in for the blow. Nigel shoved the walker down to the side, pushing it onto its knees before the sword cut into it's head. The blade went into it's skull and eye-socket, making it go limp. But as he was focused on the battle around him, he didn't see the battle going on behind him. Robert against the forces of nature, in which he was losing.

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Alexander had found enough water to keep them all going a while. That was probably the best thing Manny could have seen right now, he felt almost like collapsing, and the idea of decent water was a nice boost in moral. Though exhausted he still had more to do. He'd need to rest soon but he hated letting his age show. Looking around though, he wasn't in a position to drop from exhaustion. Sleep, maybe. But they were not in a position to have another person to keep watch over. Manny spent what energy he had left putting up blankets and setting the mattress against the glass door. Manny spoke trying to get Beatrice's attention. "If the weather holds like this, do you think what we have here will be enough?" He wasn't sure if they could do any better, but fortifying the place may not go as well with the conditions outside and the lack of resources inside.

Once Manny did what he could he found a spot on the floor to lay down. "We'll need to start planning our next move soon. Do we stay here? Do we move on? And how do we go about either. Because with how things are going, I don't think we'll be able to keep up like this much longer." They were good at what they did, but they were doing a lot. They have two people missing limbs, an old man with the endurance of a dying turtle, and two woman who were left to pick up the rest. "Who knows, maybe Thana will come back with the remnants of the army. We'll all get a hot meal, and I can pick up my old hobbies again. Granted, I was never any good at them." He said with a chuckle.

Manny stayed awake for a little longer, soon just falling asleep. Sleep was hard for him at times. Tonight he was so exhausted that he didn't even care he was on the floor. Though he would most likely curse himself out for that in the morning for being so stupid. But right now, it just felt so good to close his eyes, and forget that the world was over. Tonight, it was good to relax, and not have to worry about a thing. For a moment, he even pictured some fonder memories of his life.

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Riley looked over at Tatiana and gave her a nod, as she leaned down seeing that the key was still in the ignition she started up the engine once more. Which was good now, she watched as everyone started to get into the car and once everyone was ready Riley then put the station wagon into drive. Riley looked over at the nun there was one more spot open for her, but Riley watched the nun turn and make her way towards the church that she must have came out of from earlier by the looks of it.

"We are heading to wherever Tati was holed up for awhile" Riley answered Ashton as well, and started to drive heading down the road and started to pick up the speed a little bit. Riley would occasionally look out of the window and up at the sky, so far there weren't signs of the tornado touching down which was a good thing so far. Riley also looked into the rearview mirror seeing the Hordebuster getting smaller and smaller as she drove them away.

"How's everyone holding up back there?" Riley asked driving past whatever other dead cars were in the road, she would smile a little bit seeing Jack finally reunited with his son was a cute thing to witness as well hearing Jamie making little baby sounds towards him. "So how many people are we going to be expecting when we get there anyway?" Riley asked, she wanted to ask some more questions like how she made it out of Newnan and if there were any others as well who were with her.

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Erica rolled her eyes a little bit towards Hank, she wasn't going to hit a random guy even though it was his fault that they were dealing with the herd of walkers now. "You can smack him for me." Erica said towards him as she watched the two of them heading over to the herd to take them out. Then the other guy in the roman attire quickly went in to join them, just leaving her with Robert the man she did not know. She sighed a little bit as she stood there for a little bit, as she then heard a loud thud on the ground Erica quickly turned around seeing that Robert was convulsing on the ground.

"Fuck!" Erica yelled as she quickly knelt down onto her knees the hot concrete hurt a little bit from the hot humidity as she tried to keep his head still. But she had absolutely no clue how to even treat him, Erica quickly took out her backpack and pulled out her water bottle to try and pour it over his head. Maybe it was a heat stroke of some kind Erica really didn't know what she was even doing as she looked over at three men, they were busy dealing with the immediate threat which was the herd. "C'mon stay with me now." Erica said, she watched Preslee die before her she didn't want to see this guy die in front of her either.

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Godfather? The concept intrigued Ash ever so slightly more than the searing pain of having a foreign object chemically propelled into the fleshy part of his shoulder. Part of him was immediately joyous at the thought of it. Naturally, given the state of the world around them it was very possible that the baby might be deprived of his parents, making the naming of a Godfather necessary. You never knew when the great Soul Collector would nod in your direction. On the other hand, part of him echoed with dread from past, recent years. There were times that Ash was certain that he was a death magnet, doomed to survive while all those he cared about perished. Now he had another life to help look after and care about. He surely didn't mind the responsibility. Hell, it was inspiring. A family coming back together was inspiring.

And to hell with the rest. That kind of indecision and worry was pointless. Ash was a different person now. Ever the Captain, but no longer would he be circumstance's bitch. Yeah, bad things happened. Just sometimes, you had to be the architect of those bad things to protect the ones you loved. Ash accepted Tatiana's help getting into the station wagon. It was tricky at first, getting in while maintaining hard pressure on his wound, but he settled into the seat readily enough.

He hadn't seen a baby in a long time. Much like Jack, Ashton stared at little James with wonder and warmth. "Hi James. I'm your Godfather, Ash. And as long as I'm still breathing, you're going to be just fine." Unlike Jack, he could pull away and resume the business at hand. He didn't blame the man. This was the culmination of a one year search, and that was his firstborn son. Let him have his moment. But the "take the lead" bit from earlier would have to be suspended. If anything, Tatiana seemed on top of things. "Well let's hurry. We are not blessed with an overabundance of time." Between his wounding, the coming weather, and their need for both supplies and revenge, they really didn't have a lot of time. And ordinarily, revenge was not something Ash went for. It was stupid. Unsound. Took risks that weren't necessary. But just this one time, it fell in very nicely with the task at hand.

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Whoa momma, did that pill work. It kicked in like SWAT busting down the door to a crack house. Thalia could feel the intense, gnawing pain that apparently accompanied limb removal (as she was previously inexperienced with the practice on a personal level), but the pain seemed to be elsewhere, apart from herself in the way that one might feel a sympathy twinge for a crotch kick. It was admittedly one hell of a sympathy twinge. But the level of narcotic assistance was greatly appreciated.

"Ba, ba, ba, ba, baaaa... The joy of Chola..." Wait, was that out loud? She was more into Coke products than Pepsi, anyway. Or used to be, back when an there was an option. Now, she'd take what she could get, of it was still nice and fizzy. But that wasn't the thought she was trying to have right then. What was it? Damn, that pill was strong.

She could see why people wanted the stuff so badly. And why her family was so anti-drug. This called for one of the massive exceptions to that rule, losing part of an arm. Thalia wished that she didn't need it.

At any rate, now that the pain in her arm was subsiding somewhat, it allowed her to realise that she was really, really hungry. Now, she meant to politely ask for a can of whatever was handy, for the purposes of splitting it, and that can of SpaghettiOs with Beatrice. It was only fair. The "O Wars" were not going to be called on account of injury. But what came out of her mouth sounded more like, "Heyah, girl! ...lemme get a crack at dem O's, sweetie... left-handed can opener... yummyummyummy." Shit, that was definitely out loud.

The moment that Thalia heard Alexander say he had found water, ahe realized that she was massively thirsty. "Hey, over here!" she slurred, raising the stump of her right forearm as if to catch something. She looked at the bandaged end of her prematurely terminating limb as if confused for a second, then let her head plunk back on the table. Thalia started giggling, quietly but maniacally to herself, like it was somehow a private joke.

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"Yeah, I got it." remarked Hank, as if moderately annoyed at the whole Fighting For Your Life Against Walking Corpses thing. True enough, it was enough to give anyone moderate annoyance, let alone a man like Hank who seemed to make it a key point of his post-apocalypse career. Now, to whom he was saying it was open for debate. The most likely two persons were Wayne and his new pal, Sportacus, seeing as the former made a request for a low initial swing to reduce the chances of Friendly Fire via shovel, and the latter communicated his point of tactic for probably the same reason.

That left one just for him. It began to turn to one side, toward another one of the men speaking aloud, but Hank wasn't having it. He whistled aloud, regaining its attention. "Anyone ever tell you, you look like a barrel of assholes? Whole goddamn barrel. Yeah, really." He swung his shovel, the edge of the tool smashing heavily into the dead person's knee. It cracked in the slowish manner of timber breaking, and fell to the ground. Hank finished it off with a utilitarian thrust downward, as if digging soil. After the thing's head cleft neatly in twain and was still, Hank looked up and with the same annoyed voice, inquired, "Alright. What's next?" and to the shambling Assholes which remained upright, "Oh yeah. Fine." There was more to do before they were through for the day. Lots.

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Jack had major Baby Vision and it probably was for the best that Tatiana ended up taking the lead. He then looked at Ash, taking in his request for a moment. But it was almost like it was background noise - not quite, he could focus on him, but his attention was really on Jamie. He then nodded at Ash, trying to make himself focus. There was a protective and almost jealous stirring he felt as Ash told Jamie that as long as he was around, he'd be fine. But Jack was the father, not Ash.

It was a good thing that Jamie was far too adorable and Jack was way too happy for him to be angry with Ash. "Sorry, Ash, my head is....wow, my head is," Jack explained, not really finishing his sentence. "Скажи дада Джейми," Jack whispered, asking his baby to say dada, Jamie! in Russian. He figured that Tatiana had to be speaking Russian and English to the little guy. Maybe Russian more so than English and it'd cause the little guy to be able to respond to him. Of course, the worry about a tornado coming to get them was filling his mind as well - but also, he couldn't help but fawn over his baby. He was more beautiful than Jack could have imagined.

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Beatrice glanced at Manny. As much as she enjoyed casual flirting...She knew that Thalia was just making quips and didn't much feel like continuing to participate. She had played the role of dominatrix and hadn't even received payment for it. "We can't move until Navy returns," Beatrice told Manny. "Our best move is to fortify here and wait until she returns. If she isn't back by morning, we reevaluate." As they worked together, putting blankets and mattresses in order to fortify, Beatrice was thinking. If they were down Navy - which she doubted, it was too early to be worried yet - then this group would have a lot of dead weight in it for a while.

This used to be the time where she'd slip out in the middle of the night and never return - when the benefits of being in a group were outweighed by the detriments. She had returned to her earlier position, continuing to just think in silence for a moment, before Thalia's antics while high caught her attention. She hated drug addicts and had a strong aversion to drugs. Ryan perhaps had been the only friend of hers that she had turned a blind eye to those vices. "Don't call me sweetie," Beatrice told Thalia, picking up the can that Thana had found for Thalia and she set it next to Thalia's face.

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Wayne looked over his left shoulder and spun around. "No shit a guns better, they are fucking jammed you flittering Tinkerbell wannabe," Wayne yelled as he gripped his machete. He swatted at whatever he was speaking to before turning his attention back to the dip fucks around him, oh and the dead that were walking. If they were not careful there would be another Face Eater to deal with shortly and having one more fucker to have to put down in a the middle of them wanting to turn all the living into an all you can eat Golden Coral buffet was never a good thing.

Back where Erica was, there was nothing she could do for Robert. He had gone into an acute heatstroke, not that she knew that. All she would know was that he stopped sweating, which couldn't be a good thing in this heat as they were all sweating like a whore in church. His lips slowly paled and his skin went gray. He ceased one last time before everything stopped. His eyes moving, his shaking, his breathing, and his heart. The man was gone and there was nothing that could be done about it other than making sure that he didn't turn and try to take the rest of them out as his first meal back from the dead.

Sprinting forward Wayne dripped with sweat, his machete coming up and then straight down into the skull of the walker closest to him. It went clear down to the nose before he flung his arm out and to the right sending the thing flying off his blade and into the ditch on the side of the road. "Aww yeah, papa's got a brand new bag," he laughed as he looked at the next few in front of him. "Come on Brutus Es'Apocalypse, get that one in the back," he added as he pointed to one with the tip of his machete. Jerking his head to the side. "Hey don't ask me, ask his ass why he isn't wearing a skirt," Wayne said to his imaginary little buddy.

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It seemed the nun wouldn't be joining them. Tatiana didn't ask why and she didn't care. She had her husband back and her son was now surrounded by people she had known for a while. It was probably the safest the child had been in a long time but that didn't mean that Tatiana let her guard down. Not that she though any of them would harm Jamie but people did change. She had changed over the last year. One had to so they could survive. It was the only way. Taking a breath she finally lifted her shirt and patted some of the blood off her face. It would be weeks until it was healed fully and she was pretty sure she had a few broken bones in her cheeks and above her eyes but she was alive and could see well enough.

Turning she looked back towards Jack and Ash on either side of Jamie before looking back at Riley. "Just keep following road around the bend in the road coming up," she said as she leaned back in her seat. Looking out the window the winds were still down and the rain wasn't picking up but the sky was orange and that never turned out well during this time of the year. Not in this area. Taking a deep breath she continued, "Not many, three or four. Ve can handle vhile men watch Jamie," she said looking back over at Riley and then into the back of the station wagon towards Amelia. "You good to fight?" she asked both of them as the car made its way down the road.

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After getting into the car and the car speeding away towards their new destination, Amelia allowed herself a very brief period of relaxation. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a few moments and just allowed herself to be happy that they had now found Tati and the baby that they had followed for so long. It was a good thing that happened and now they all were together again. That and the fact the suspicious and unknown element known as the nun also left, which was another bonus to her. That moment of bliss and joy quickly faded though.

With the talks of the people at the stationwagon turning to the coming task at hand and the fact that they were to be fighting once more, Amelia returned to her somewhat more paranoid state. In her mind she still rejected the notion she was paranoid, but she non the less thought of the possibilities to happen, especially the possible bad outcomes and she was not happy with those. She heard Tati mentioning there were 3 or 4 more people to kill. They had killed 2 just earlier and Ash had taken a bullet! What if more of them suffered grievous injuries while they fought? What if they were expecting them in a trap?!

Her attention moved to Tati when she asked her condition for a fight. Amelia looked at her and then nodded before quietly saying.” Yes... I'm fine, but I've only got my bat.” She mumbled out a shy quiet reply. Despite having known Tati for a while, they had not met since Newnan's fall. It will take a little bit of time for her to completely open up once more and start talking more.

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It was good that they were still planning on what to do, even if the planning revolved around staying put where they already where and licking their wounds. No wait, it was exactly what they should be doing. Going into battle fatigued, low on supplies and without intel was a sure way to give Charlie a very good day of fighting. Yes, staying there for a little while longer was probably their best bet. Alexander, taking some time to get back up on his foot and cane, was going to jokingly tell Manny how Thana probably would bring the navy instead of the army, and how he wasn't sure if that was a good thing. But as the old veteran got to look over the counter, he saw Manny fast asleep against the wall. He couldn't blame him. Their medic had just done a very brutal surgery, and needed the rest.

"Yeah sure, give me a second." Alexander said to Beatrice, asking for a bottle of water. He managed to place three bottles tucked underneath his right arm, and started to limp over to her and Thalia on the table. Why was she still lying there, and not in a comfortable bed or couch? Alexander put the three bottles down on the table, one for each of them. "Here you go, you two." he said, leaning against the table in order to more freely use both his hands as he opened one bottle for Thalia and one for himself. "Don't drink too fast. These things don't grow on trees." Alexander continued, bowing his head forward and quietly giving a short prayer over his bottle of water, before taking a sip.

"What do you think, Bea?" Alexander started to ask Beatrice, beginning to button down his shirt and roll up the sleeves, just in order to get some better ventilation going. Somehow he missed the combat clothing they had back in 'Nam, at least that was meant for those temperatures. "You think we can get her a better place to lay?" he asked, turning his head to look at Thalia with a heavy smile, and not in a wholy good way. "What'ya say, Angel? Sleeping on a table isn't the most comfortable thing I can imagine?"

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If the group up front was anything but unlike each other in so many ways, at least one thing bound them together was their abilities to fight. Stepping over the body of the undead minion of death and apocalypse, Nigel did take note of Wayne piercing the walker's head with his machete and taking it out, and Hank nearly literally helping one dig its own grave. They were unorthodox, but it worked. Then again he was far from your stereotypical image of a survivor of the End-Times. Perhaps they were more alike than he thought?

Hank's insult to the undead was understable enough, even if it was a little uncivilized? Rome conqured the world through fighting, not throwing dirt on their enemies, but he saw where he was coming from in moderate amounts. Wayne on the other hand, that was another matter. Nigel "Hadrian" threw him a look of mixed irritation and...no, it was annoying. "...It is not a skirt..." Nigel said sternly back to Wayne after he'd asked...someone, the aforementioned "Glitterfuck" or whatever it was called, before advancing towards another walker. Nigel made the walker grab onto the shield, stearing it sideways and then coming from behind with his sword as he threw the undead fighter to the ground. But a stab in the back wasn't enough, so the next strike came to its head, finishing the job.

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Riley looked at the few walkers that were on the road, she avoided running them over into roadkill on the street it really wasn't the smartest thing to do with a baby and an injured man as well. She looked over towards Tatiana when she answered her question and nodded, three or four they could possibly handle them. Seeing the turn coming up now Riley started to make her way over slowly, she looked between Ashton and Jack as they bonded with little Jamie. Little Jamie was adorable, if they were going to survive their next fight she wanted to hold him for a little bit.

"I'm good to go once we get there." Riley answered Tatiana while looking up into the rearview mirror at Amelia for a moment. "I managed to loot a spare gun off of one of the guys that fired at us, its in my pack once we get there i'll give it to you Amelia." Riley said, as much as she didn't want Amelia to go in and fight as well. They needed to get to shelter as well as some much needed supplies as well, looking at Tatiana again. "Any idea what weapons they got on them by any chance? I have a revolver but only have five rounds left in it." Riley didn't have a knife unfortunately but she would make do with whatever she could get her hands on.

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Erica was starting to panic even more as she was completely helpless trying to save the dying man, she continued to try and pour a little bit more of her water bottle over his head. She tried to keep his head still when that didn't even work at all, just as Robert made his last spasms on the asphalt on the ground. Erica watched as he stopped breathing and then his skin started to pale as well, Erica leaned back looking up at the sky for a moment whipping away even more sweat off of her forehead. She needed to make sure that he wouldn't end up turning at all. Erica took out her knife, turning his head eve so slightly to the side Erica thrust her knife forward into the base of the man's skull and pulled it away.

Erica closed her eyes and got up once more as she whipped her face off with her shirt. There wasn't anything else that she could have done for him anymore. Erica looked forward back the way she had came as the rest of the men started to head down the road, there was absolutely nothing left that way. As much as she really did not trust the group of men at all, Erica did need to find a group of people to stick with, even if one of them is batshit crazy she needed to at least have a little bit more protection. Erica started to make her way forward again following the other men as well.

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Manny was sound asleep, it felt like the best sleep he had gotten in years. Though mostly that was because he hadn't had a decent bed in who knows how long. In his dream he was just coming into his former dental office. Clean, and as pretty as it always was. He had put his heart and soul into this place, and it was thriving. He told himself he would retire someday, though he didn't have any plans on doing so for a while as he was still in great health, and worked more or less reasonable hours. Manny had arrived early that day, he noticed over the last few days the there have been a lot of traffic adding hours to his drive to work in some cases. SO he figured arrive a couple hours early, clean the place up, make some good coffee, and maybe reorganize the files he said he would organize last year.

Finding his way into his office he was stunned to say the least. His office was trashed, as if someone had pillaged it a dozen or so times for anything valuable. "What the actual fuck." He didn't swear often, but this had pissed him off. He left his office nice and clean the night before and now some piece of shit broke in during the night and ransacked his office. Furious he turned to get his phone from his bag so he could call the police, stopping in his tracked. The rest of the building was trashed now too, it looked looted clean as well, but this time it looked as if a war had gone through, killing everything in it's path. Blood was splattered on the walls, gunshot holes were present all over the place, a body at the end of the hall...

What had happened? What the hell had just happened? That was all Manny could get through his mind. He ran as fast as he could toward the body on the floor. He couldn't figure out who they were, no one else was supposed to be here yet? Getting closer he could see nurses garbs. "Oh god... Oh god no." Getting down by them he checked for a pulse, he couldn't find one. SO he turned over the body of the nurse to see their face. In his panicked state he couldn't register it at first, but he still seemed to be moving. "Jimmy?" Manny said softly. The body replied slowly, and weakly. "Ya let us die ya stupid Sonava Bitch." Manny, startled fall backwards and crawled back. His former nurse's face was half gone, and his neck torn out. "Oh god Jimmy..." He was still backing up but he wanted to help him so badly. "YA LET ME DIE! YOU LET ME KILL SUSAN!" The screams were deafening.

Manny stood up now, backed to a wall as Jimmy came closer. "Do whatchya should've done all them years 'go. Ya knew what would happen ta me. Do it ya old Bastard." Manny was confused at first, he was scared. He knew what he was talking about, but he still wasn't registering what he should be doing. Not until his ancient looking double barrel found its way to his hands, the end of the barrel soaked in blood. "No... No I can't Jimmy." Manny was on the verge of tears. Things were making sense now. "DO ET!" The walking corpse screamed as it charged him. Manny, out of instinct fired both barrels out of the shotgun, but instead of the usual buckshot, it sent out a wave of blood and bone that vaporized Jimmy to a pile of gore against the walls. Manny stood there for a moment in shock, then threw away the gun. The old man slid down the wall to a sitting position listening to the voices of those he let down. Back in reality, he has barely moved a muscle, he's an old man running on sleep deprivation and Adrenalin. A good night sleep would do him.

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Ash listened to the ramble of words that came from Jack. While he could not fully understand every word of what he was saying, like imagery in decent poetry, he caught the gist of the intent behind it. This was the culmination of everything Jack had hoped for over the past good, solid year. He had missed the birth of his child and the first few months of its life. While they were not things he could ever get back, the relief and gratitude had to be massive that he was with his family now.

The thought stopped him. Family. For the first time in a long time, he had made the distinction between family that was made through marriage and blood, and that which was forged over the past few years of struggling and horror and trust. There had to be some kind of separation now, however minuscule. Ash was a godfather now, but he would never know the connection that Jack had to this tiny human. Even if something horrible were to befall Tatiana and Jack both, Ash knew that he would care for this baby and raise him as best he could. Possibly even bond with him in a manner similar to the one Jack had come by naturally. Certainly fight and die for him if it was needed. He might never know what his friend felt right in this moment, though.

"Don't even worry about that, Jack." Ash kept pressing against his wound. It hurt like hell, but it didn't seem to be getting any worse right then. If Tatiana was correct, he'd be okay after a while. "You deserve some down time with your boy. I owe you an apology, actually." He had been hanging onto something for a while that needed to be said now, he figured. "Year ago, I told you that we would all meet up after one night. I got hopes up - not just yours. But you had the most to hope for, and I broke my promise every day that we didn't get to her. I'm sorry as hell, man. So sorry. It took long enough, Jack, and I'm glad it finally worked out. I just wish... ...it could have been sooner. I'll do whatever I can to help you and your family. I hope you know that."

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"Nah, table's great there, Mugsy. Nice and... something." Thalia felt great. Not the kind of great that was birthed of a job well done, followed by a tall glass of mescal and those fried meat pies that they sold in roadside stands and/or the barbecued pork tamales that the Abuelitas used to make for her when she was a kid, back in Monterrey. Dama Muerte or Blood of Týr (either one would do), but she could go for some of those tamales right then. Instead what she had was an unopened can of SpaghettiOs and an open bottle of water. She glared at both of them, as if seeing them for the first time. A smile formed on her face. Well, it slid sleepily, through a drug-induced haze, anyway. But hey, she was feeling great!

And hot. Really hot. Like, roasting pan hot. Someone had put a blanket over her at some point and she really didn't remember owning the shirt she was wearing. In her mind, the best option that she had was to divest herself of both of them, and on the quick. Thalia was careful to push herself up to a seated position using her left hand. Part of this was because she didn't want to push the limits of the painkiller she was on. Part of this was because she only had the one hand. Funny how these things worked out.

Her plan took a detour when she realized that she felt like she hadn't had anything to drink for a couple of days. The bottle was very inviting. She couldn't just say no. It would be insulting to the bottle. And Alexander for putting it there. A dry tongue attempted to moisten equally dry lips as she brought the water close. That first sip was nigh orgasmic. Who knew water was so awesome, right? Not too much though. She was impaired, not stupid. A few good sips and back on the table with that bottle. She had more important things to attend to. Like that can of O's that Beatrice left sitting there. If she didn't want to share, fine. More canned pasta goodness for her. Oh my yes, Thalia would have all of the O's to herself. Every last o...

Annoyed amusement lanced through her brain. "Oh, well played, you bitch. Well played." muttered Thalia. At least she didn't call her sweetie. (Though now that she knew it bothered her, Thalia would likely stay away from it. Mostly.) She snatched up the can for a closer inspection that she really didn't have to give. Beatrice had left her a perfectly good can of unopened SpaghettiOs, but without the means to get at the orange-and-tan goodies inside. She had lost her multi-tool some time ago. Bea was proving to be a masterful opponent in the ongoing "O Wars", this time giving her the can outright and thusly elevating her desire to get at Dem O's, yet keeping them just out of reach. She was good. Oh yes. But Thalia would find a way. Can opener! There was a kitchen right over there where one might be located. She had to check.

But first, this shirt was chafing her tender bits and making her a lot hotter than she should be. Or maybe it wasn't, but she had no desire to take that chance. Sliding down from the table, Thalia plunked the can back down and made a harrowing, one-handed attempt to remove her shirt, completely forgetting that she no longer had her sports bra courtesy of the cutting necessary for that circular saw amputation. Before she realized her mistake, the t-shirt was already off and hanging over her right shoulder. "That's better... Ok bitches, it's can openah time." She stepped boldly toward the kitchen.

This was apparently the cue for one of her legs to explode into pins and needles that she could not compensate for due to her present level of chemical assistance. One foot slid forward while the other leg crumpled beneath her, depositing her upon her ass halfway to the kitchen island. "And still feeling okay!" she mused to her self. An absent glaze in her eyes, Thalia looked at the spot where her hand and half of her forearm used to be. She had mentally invoked the name of Tyr earlier. A Viking god that she now had a specific similarity to, and he was still written of as an utter badass. Now all she needed were Dwarves to craft her an arm suitable for adventuring. And help off the floor.

Yes, off the floor first. Dwarves later. Definitely. And why didn't she have a shirt on again? Today was confusing.

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Hank wanted this to be over as soon as possible. If Wayne absolutely had to jump into every group of dead people he possibly could for motivations that only he could fully understand, great. As long as everyone came through it okay, he minded less than if the alternative reared its ugly head. So far, no one was bitten or ripped to shreds. And his traveling companion's guns had jammed. This was an opportunity to wrap the fight up, or very nearly so, without putting the crazy man in any more direct danger.

The pack he had grabbed out of the back of the truck was full of various things he would need for an extended walk through Asshole infested country. In a pitched melee it just slowed him down. Hank was careful not to drop his shovel as he unslung the backpack and let it fall to the cracked blacktop below. He liked his shovel. Multi-functional, rustic, useful. And there was really something about working with his hands that he could appreciate on a base, masculine level. With his load considerably lighter, Hank let Wayne know his intentions, so he wouldn't get offered a machete to his face on the way past. "Hold fire there, Sarge. Coming through, inside flank."

Holding his shovel like a soldier would a rifle with fixed bayonet, he jogged past his friend. There were two of them left in the immediate vicinity; one in front of the Roman guy, and one coming within landscapers' tool reach. As he neared the corpse staggering at them, the grizzled and surly man altered his hold on his digging implement, the blade of the tool now thrust fully out in front of him like a broad bladed lance. "Keep smiling, hagbitch." he taunted the dead person, its skin pulled back to show the rictus grin of death upon it. "Shovel Knight to the rescue." He instantly regretted saying those words out loud. A twang of emotional pain showed across his face which he immediately buried beneath enough rage to murder a baby seal outright. Hank planted the shovel in the dead thing's neck and shoved forward, letting the combined force of the blow and his forward momentum remove the head altogether. The body dropped, but the head still snarled impotently at him from its new home on the road. Another bash solved that little dilemma.

He stopped. "So, we done here yet? I'd like to find someplace before it gets dark."

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Wayne looked around and spit on the ground. "Fuck I could go for some shut eye," he said as he looked around and noted that all the walkers were down and out for the count. Now that they were all truly dead, Wayne started scavenging. Moving from one dead body to another as he started picking their pockets and trying to pull anything of note off of them. He searched each of them and there was only one of the Walkers that had anything of note on them. A box of ammunition in the backpack of one. 50 bullets for a .22. "Hot damn this will come in handy," he said shoving the box into the large front left pocket of his coat.

Standing back up he pulled out his own two pistols and started to try to unjam them. Of course now that things were calm he was able to get both of them dislodged post haste. His eyes went back towards where they had left Black Jesus. He didn't see the guy but he did see the chic. "Yo, where's bible verse? he called out towards her but he wasn't making any moves to head in her direction. It was too damn hot but even in the heat he hadn't removed the scarf of anything. "Because I don't fucking care as long as he ain't trying to kill me that's why," he snapped to the air behind him before shaking his head.

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Tatiana turned around and draped her left arm over the top of her seat as she glanced in Amelia's direction. "Open up bag back there, plenty of gun and ammo," she said quickly and gave a bit of a smirk. "Ve just raid redneck hunting house, turn out have lots. Ve took everything. Hov you say? Jack pot?" she added with a shrug. She was right, there was half a dozen hand guns in that bag alone with boxes of ammo. Next to it were larger bags that seemed full but were zipped closed right then.

"They lov but have sum. Ve take by surprise ve should have upper hand. Not bright, just ruthless," Tatiana said to Riley before motioning for her to keep following the road. Hearing Ash, Tatiana quirked a brow and looked at him. "Ash? Shut up," she said rather bluntly, very bluntly for her. She had usually been kind and understanding, not the type to ever tell one to shut up. "Ve alive, ve together, fuck rest. How Zoie use to say? Suck up buttercup? Past gone, future not sure, ve have nov. Ve live nov, end story," she said in a cool tone. Seemed the year on the road alone had changed the woman but granted, it changed everyone.

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“Ohh... okey, thanks Riley.” Amelia quietly replied with a smile, throwing a look at her love and then throwing a look outside. The weather was going bonkers out there! The fact of the others's urgency made it clear that something bad was going to happen and they had to take shelter fast. She was just about to say something when Tati spoke to her again, telling her to open one of the bags, which she did and woe and behold there were indeed guns there. A lot of them to the point she wasn't sure that she wanted to know what the guys who owned them before the end of the world were planning, if those were looted from the same place.” Ohh this will do too!” She said and picked up one of the guns, giving it a look.

These guns... handguns, she wasn't really the most used to them. She had weirdly enough gotten to learn to make better use of shotguns since they left Newnan, but she supposed that a handgun would do as well. There was also ammo for the pistols in this bag. There was enough for everyone frankly, which was good if they were going to be storming someone's hideout!” There are more than enough guns here, Riley, don't worry!” Amelia called and returned her gaze back to the weapons in the bag that was by her. She quickly started questioning if they were loaded or not right now. If they were looted just earlier, they most likely were not. She quickly pulled a pair and loaded their magazines up, making them ready for a fight. One for her and one for Riley.

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Jack barely registered that the nun wouldn't be joining them. He was still so focused on Jamie, the apple of his eye. However, as Tatiana proposed her and the girls handling the men, his heart clenched. He didn't want to lose Tatiana so soon after finding her. "Solovey, you're hurt," Jack said quietly. "I can swap in for ya," he then offered. He glanced outside the car window for a moment, noting the darkening of the clouds. Just as he had gotten his family back, it was as if hell was threatening to open back up and swallow them whole.

He was about to interject with Ash when Tatiana beat him to the point. Her blunt way of shutting Ash down surprised him - his Tatiana wouldn't have done that. She had changed. But he knew that he still loved her and he didn't doubt it for a second. He had changed too. To expect her to remain static after the hellish year she must have had...that was insane. They'd have time to talk later, once they had gotten to safety. It wasn't just Tatiana and Jamie he wanted to protect - he had his friends there with him too. If it hadn't been for them, he might not have found his family again.

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Beatrice nodded, taking the bottle Alex had given her and drinking from it slowly. It was sweltering inside and the water wasn't cool, but it was better than nothing and it helped to take the edge off slightly. She then considered what Alex had suggested - unfortunately, all of the mattresses were currently in use blocking the windows. They had used the blankets as well, so she wasn't sure there was much of an alternative to the table at the moment. Perhaps they could find some towels or something to make it slightly comfier - or a large dog bed if they were lucky.

However, her eyes widened ever so slightly as Thalia scrambled off of the table and started to strip. She couldn't help but be relieved that Thalia at least kept her pants on. She glanced at Alex for a moment, trying to reassure herself that she could stay cool and collected around the half naked impaired and gorgeously attractive woman. She wasn't about to do anything Thalia couldn't consent to. "Do you need a hand?" Beatrice asked Thalia, holding out her hand. Half naked and high, sure, but she wasn't about to let Thalia stay on the ground.

She already wanted some more water. It was way too damn hot.

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Riley listened to Tatiana looking at her for a moment, she certainly sounded like she was a completely different person than the last time she had seen her which was a whole entire year. Riley couldn't imagine what she had probably been through with a newborn baby as well she wondered how they even got by with little James crying if they weren't in a car. Riley remained fairly quiet as she continued to drive, until she hit a sudden wet patch in the road. Which caused the station wagon to lose it's traction on the ground, but she quickly righted the car again after the tires screeched a bit. "Sorry about that everyone." Riley said, at least she was driving a hell of a lot better than Ashton did a year ago.

Riley looked at Amelia in the back and smiled a bit and nodded. "You've certainly got a nice stash there." Riley said towards Tatiana as she continued to follow along Tatiana's directions. Riley looked up at the sky seeing the clouds turning a bit above them, that certainly didn't look good at all. "I'm no weatherwoman but we should all go inside once we get there, or at least Jack and Ashton stay outside until we can clear it out, or I can park as closely to the building as possible and you two stay in with the baby."

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Erica would look over her shoulder at the body of the dead man there, she felt bad she couldn't do anything at all for him, but she couldn't do much about it right now. But right now she was getting really tired, from the heat and just wanted to rest a little bit longer Erica started to get a little bit closer to the men now. Then the batshit crazy man from earlier actually spoke up where the other guy was and shook her head a little bit letting out a slight sigh. "Had a seizure or something, I don't know I didn't know what to do, he's gone now." Erica called back.

Erica looked at the guy with the shovel he had a good plan she wasn't sure what time it was now, but there was still that fishing camp just up the road now. "There's a fishing camp or whatever just up the road, it's clear of Walkers so it would be a good place to rest up for the day or something." Erica suggested, though she really wasn't looking forward to walking past the body of Preslee again, the girl did sacrifice herself to save her. Erica adjusted her shirt it was drenched with her own sweat, and she did not want to be out in the sun any longer then she wanted to be.

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Thalia was high as a G.I. after having his first experience with high-quality army morphin after just getting shot by a VC from behind, that much was a 10-4. But she was at the very least able to work her drugged-down brain into drinking her bottle of water and realizing she needed a can-opener for her can of O's. It was better than her trying to open it with her teeth or fingers, not being affected as much by the pain as she was. Though she was sweating, like all of them were sweating. The water helped a little, but it only gave comfort and didn't solve their problem. Alexander looked back over to Beatrice after Thalia had given her approval of her table, but didn't manage to say anything before Thalia had started to...undress...what?

"...Ehm, Thalia? Beatrice, can you...?"

Now Alexander had seen his fair share of non-clothed women through his adult life. Those magazines he would peak at alongside his teenage friends with women of dubious repuations, his first girlfriend, the pictures he brought to Vietnam, traded for down there and sometimes ladies of the night when he was really down, and of course his...his wife. Alexander glanced at her only for the brifest of moments, before looking away and leaving Beatrice to take care of her. Alexander limped over to Manny, the only other man in the house as it seemed as it was time for him to wake up. Alex couldn't help her either way, she was too heavy for his one leg.

"Manny, you awake? Gotten a good rest, have you?" Alexander asked as he rested himself against the wall and looked down at Manny. "Thana still hasn't come back, so it's still just the four of us here. And I think you probably should take another look at Thalia soon." He said the first part as if that was the least of their problems, but Alexander felt that lump in his throat that he'd felt so many times before. If she didn't come back soon, it would be dark. That was if she would ever come back, or was alive. But the old grunt knew that panic would only worsen the situation, and so tried to keep as calm as he could. Even if Thalia was sprawled out on the floor.

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As soon as it had commenced, the skirmish that Wayne had dragged them into had finally ended with a victory for the living and a defeat for the undead. With Hank taking out the last walker with his Parthian cavalry charge, fittingly now called "Shovel Knight" in Nigels head, the Neo-Roman soldier let down his shoulders and weapons in a moment of brief calm, catching his breath and wiping the sweat that was running like a waterfall from his face. Or was that just the moisture from the swamp? Only the Gods knew. "That Hank, I can agree to. The place I held up in is a not an option now, so let's keep moving forward. Maybe our new acquaintance knows somewhere..."

Nigel "Hadrian" had started to turn around while he spoke, but his words ceased to continue once he too noticed what Wayne the Vulgar had noticed. Where was Robert? "A seizure? Just like that?" Nigel questioned Erica, not quite understanding how that could have happened so fast. A few moments earlier he had seemed quite fine enough considering the circumstances. Even offered him a bag of chips. Erika did say that she knew of a place they could rest up, but Nigel was still having his doubts. This was happening so quickly. "...Hold your chariot, I'm going to check Robert first."

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Manny was ready to wake up, the inside of his mind was hell, seeing all those who had not made it to this point of the end. In his dreams he had run outside of his building trying to get away from all of this madness. Once outside he found himself in a field of tall grass, maybe up to his knees. He was scared, he was tired, so he sat down looking across the grassy field. Behind him, the undead forms of those he had known were slowly making their way to him. "Oh god... what have I done..." He just wanted things to be back to normal, he wanted to be back in his own bed, in his own home, he was ready to fall asleep in his own life and not wake up in this nightmare. "Pull yourself together." A voice spoke from behind him. Turning he saw a man only a handful of years younger then Manny. "Al'? What are.... you're..." The man that Manny knew as Al' sat down by the doctor. "You're better then this. Stop acting like a pussy and pull yourself together you old bastard." Manny tried not to burst out laughing at Al's words. "Great words of motivation. You pick it up from you uncle?" Al' shrugged. "Maybe, he still had the common sense to not let himself fall apart." He stopped in his thoughts for a moment. "At least until he drank most the bottle. Then he might a little."

Manny looked back at the group of undead behind them, they were taking their time. They were in no rush, and Manny wasn't moving any time soon. "You still never answered my question." Al' chuckled. "I am knocking some sense into you, though not literally, you get a free pass there. So don't waste it, I don't normally do that. Jimmy was a good kid, but he was reckless. Even if he somehow didn't get himself infected then he would have at the stadium. If not then, soon after. What he did later wasn't you either, and if you say that again I will hit you." He said this with a blank face, giving the impression he actually might. "He asked me to shoot him." Manny said this, realizing he still had the shotgun in his hand. "Yeah, and you made the choice to be human. I would have fuckin' crushed his skull in. I really don't think you want to be like how I was. Infact, I think you worked on making me less of a dick. People fuck up, so grow a pair and keep doing what you do best." Manny set aside the gun. "That is?" Manny asked, hoping he wouldn't say something stupid like pulling teeth. "I don't know, I didn't think I would get this far. Was sort of hoping that would be enough to get you back in track. Seems like I at least got your attention." Manny gave a fast glance at the horde again, hundreds of people he had once known, all making their way over.

"They're getting closer." Al' shrugged. "Let 'em. You have bigger problems, like real people and not your own ego complex to worry about. Take care of them, and stop letting you fucking doubts get in your way. Grief yeah sure whatever, but stop letting it get in the way you old fart." Manny smiled. "Congrats, you only swore once that time. I get what you're saying... Just... I'm getting old, and it's showing. What if I can't do what I need to do anymore?" Al' stood up. "It's bullshit then, you seem fine to me? Fucking man up. Hell, you got your hands, you got a gun, you got enough of a brain? Use them." Manny didn't speak for a while. When he decided he did know what to say he looked at his former friend. They smiled for a moment, Manny wouldn't have minded this lasting a while. Though, it would be cut short by a loud thud and a lot of commotion.

Manny woke up watching Thalia struggling on the floor half naked. "What the fuck?" Took him a moment to realize what was going on, then he remembered the hell from his dreams were a lot more real then he would have preferred. He also had a patient who was drugged up on whatever they could scrap up. As Manny was standing up Alexander walked over to him checking on his waking state. "I'm up yeah, debating about sleeping still, but back." Looking at Thalia again, she was getting help by Beatrice which meant Manny had a moment to wake up. "It has been a while, but scavenging runs take a while. If she's not back by morning we can try for something then. It would be stupid for us to go out at night in our condition unless we knew exactly where she went. What we should consider now is what we'll do when this weather breaks and day comes." Manny got up and made his way to Thalia, mostly trying to keep his balance along the way. "How's she doing? Drugs hitting her harder then planned?" A transfusion might help, Manny lacked on him what they needed to do a proper one though. The house might have something but he didn't think it was likely. No harm in looking though? Not like he had anything better to do.

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It was a single word that Tatiana had used: Raid.

You did what was needed to survive. Ash got that as well as anybody. It had to be especially tough on a woman with a newborn baby. How she was able to keep herself and that tiny life going these months was nothing short of miraculous. But questions came with that praise. He was pretty certain that, when Tatiana said "we", she didn't mean herself and little Jamie. And it wasn't "they", either. It seemed as if she was a part of this group that she took a massive risk to escape. But pointed more to Ash's thoughts, she had said that they raided a redneck hunting house. Not looted, not scavenged. Raided.

Ash passed no silent judgement on the woman. None. But he knew that there was a story involved with this turn of events; very likely one that Jack would not want to hear the entirety of. At least until these people were dead. So when she spoke up again to admonish the Captain for apologizing to her recently reunited husband, he went along with it and kept to the business at the immediate hand. "Yeah. I'm done with the maudlin crap anyway, Tati. I'm just glad you found us. Let's get this done." And not just because he had a bullet lodged in his shoulder, though it was a factor. This felt like something she needed to do, and could, now that they were with her.

The snatch of conversation between Jack and Tati was something that he had given the tiniest consideration toward commenting upon, which he thought twice about the second that he opened his mouth to speak. Instead, he directed his attention toward the back of the vehicle, where Amelia was locating and distributing firearms. "I'd be grateful if you'd pass me a loaded pistol and a spare mag. My favorite caliber is point-four-five, but I ain't picky right now." This was Tati's show and Ash was letting her call it. If she wanted him near her boy, fine. Inside of a vehicle with a injured shoulder was a bad situation if he needed to use his lever-action rifle.

Of course, a redneck hunting cabin could possibly mean that Ash could get his hands on a bow again. That meant quiet kills at range. That also meant food. Thinking about it, Ash could really go for a steak sometime soon. "Amelia? Could you give me a quick and dirty inventory back there? I'd give a shiny nickel for a good hunting bow for later." His voice was strained. It might have to be a lot later if he didn't get himself looked after fairly soon.

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Being as she was a girl of uncomplicated tastes with a history of violence, sitting irregularly upon the floor while on an epic quest for a can opener, shirtless and hungry, she wasn't the happiest that she'd ever been. But that didn't stop the giggles from coming. There was a quiet part of her brain that realized that she was quite high. Perhaps that part existed because she was in the embryo stage of coming down from that high, but her body hadn't figured it out yet. Whatever the reason, that tiny holdout of hazy objectivity saw her, a once (and hopefully future) badass bitch, stymied in her efforts to merely open a can of SpaghettiOs by the raw audacity of circumstance. As if the gods above wished to teach her humility. Or that relying purely on herself was not how life was accomplished these days.

Case in point: A fairly like-minded woman stood over her as Thalia sat collecting herself, offering her the means to stand. The haze of her situation was apparent on her face as she looked up and blew a comma of dark hair from in front of her eyes. It was Beatrice, of course. As dark and outcast-y as herself, maybe even a little more, she had stuck around nonetheless. It meant a lot to her. They hadn't been as chummy as herself and Thana had, but bonding over a very necessary killing gave one another a sort of trust was hard to duplicate. Bea though? Thalia could see a different sort of friendship with her that just needed to develop properly. She blushed a little and debated saying something.

Then the dark and outcast-y woman asked if she needed a hand. A HAND. Thalia looked down at her own hands (check that - hand) and utterly failed to suppress the giggles once again with a sputter. She felt a little embarrassed about losing her composure around Beatrice and tried to cover her face, only to realize that she had half of the total number of appendages necessary for full coverage. This brought on a second or two of full laughter before she finally relented and gave Bea her good arm. Perhaps it was more endearing than it should have been thanks to the opiate, but Thalia felt truly grateful for the hand up.

The second that she was standing, Thalia wrapped Beatrice in a hug and held it for a moment, gathering her footing fully before attempting to move elsewhere. "Thank you." she whispered in Beatrice's ear. Thalia pushed her torso back just far enough to look her friend in the eyes and said in sleepy notes, "I just wanted a friggin' can openah, Bea. Then I'm on my ass and..." Thalia looked around and lowered her voice to a whisper once again, "...and I think someone took my shirt. No shit, yeah? I'm hungry Bea, and I'm in a stabbing mood now. Help me out? Us girls gotta stick togethah." Thalia held her gaze in a quiet, steadfast stare, even as her shirt was hanging off of her shoulder, obvious to everyone except for her.

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Hank gave his shovel a quick swing to dislodge the gore that was on it from staving in that last Asshole's skull. It was amazing how simultaneously liberating and heartbreaking it still was to him, putting down a walking corpse. There was still a big piece of humanity left in the man, no matter how much he tried to keep it down and no matter what the world had thrown at him. It was necessary and he had no qualms about it. Killing these things was not something he hesitated about. Sometimes though, he remembered that they used to be people. Used to be. They were dangerous now, and humans were an endangered species because of it.

He recovered his pack and began to slip it back over his shoulders, setting down his shovel to do so. The dead ones were actually dead this time, and the live ones... Well, there were difficulties. The Apostle Bobbo? Is he hurt, or...?" No, not hurt. Probably worse. Hank was no medic. Dying in a totally unexpected, twitchy, frothing mess was not an altogether horrible way to go anymore. He shook his head. If someone could help him out, great. Otherwise, let the man have his peace however he could get it. Hank had even contemplated suicide a number of times. Many were before the world started eating them, but a couple of times afterward. Admittedly, those post-apocalyptic musings were more of a hypothetical question of pragmatism. No, if Hank was going to die, it was either going to mean something or because of simple misadventure.

He wasn't heartless, but he was a cynic. If help couldn't be given to that guy he just met, he was going to concentrate on what he could help. Namely, their continued survival. Something the new girl said about a fishing camp. "Fishing Camp? Hold the phone there, Annie. A touristy fishing camp? That means - Hey, Wayne!" he looked over to his friend, "Good news! We're almost out of this goddamn swamp!" And it probably was good news, though somehow downplayed by the dying man laying in the road just down from him. Nonetheless, Hank's reasoning was sound. Hunting and Fishing Camps were commonly built just outside of state and national parks. They liked regulating things of that nature. It also meant that residences might be around it as well; locals living off of commerce brought to the Okefenokee. Which meant vehicles, maybe. Tools, medicine, supplies that could have been overlooked, if they were very, very lucky. But he'd be satisfied with a place to rest his tired bones away from mosquitoes and maybe a can of scrapple. Bonus points for ketchup.

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Wayne looked over towards the Spartan wannabe and chuckled. "What ya gonna do say a prayer for Black Jesus? I think his daddy got him covered," Wayne spouted under his breath before looking back towards Erica and Hank. "Sounds like a fucking plan. Hey, a fishing rod would be awesome. Think that have one of those singing bass fish? Those things are fucking twisted," he added as shoved the pistols back into his belt loop to his back side. Looking up at the sky he let his mouth fall open.

"Gonna get dark soon," he said before swatting at the air. "I swear to fucking Christ, if your feathery ass done shut it I am gonna shove you right up my ass next time I got the runs Happy!" he bellowed. Shaking his head he looked back at Erica. "Well if you wanna tag along, that's fine. Just don't be spouting off bible verses at me, names Wayne, and you are?" he asked. He was making the small talk as they called it, Wayne was anything but suave. Especially now with the sweat running down his face and the grease in his balding hair glistening. He looked like anything but a savior in the waiting that was for sure.

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Tatiana looked at Jack and pushed her hair back out of her face. There was a seriousness that came over her and perhaps even a bit of blood lust vengeance shining in her eyes as the skies were growing darker around them. It would be night soon. "You listen here husband. You don't knov house. You don't knov layout. You don't knov vhere they sit and sleep. I do. You in better shape than me. Jamie more important. You protect Jamie," she said in a cold voice that had never been used in the presence of those that knew her.

Turning she pointed to a road junction where it turned off to the right. "Pull over here, turn off lights. Ve valk from here. End of road, house at end of circle," she added as she sat there. Once Riley pulled out Tatiana got out of the car and walked to the back. Opening it for Amelia and reaching in. She opened another bag and pulled out a couple of hand guns, checking them for ammunition and then taking two more clips. She tucked a knife into a belt sheath and put it on and after all that she grabbed a scarf. Wrapping it around one hand before pulling out some barbed wire and wrapping it over the scarf. It created a nasty make shift pair of brass knuckles.

Reaching over the back seat she handed over two pistols and a pack. "Jamie need diaper change," she said before scooting out of the back and standing up. She looked around and waited for Amelia and Riley to be ready to go. "We take to woods, come up to the back of house, maybe ve take by surprise."

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“Sorry, Ash. No bow I can see. Got plenty of guns though.” Amelia replied to Ash who had the sudden desire to inquire about having a bow. When they had so many guns why did he need a bow anyways? She couldn't figure out what was going in his mind as they were arriving at the destination... sort of anyways. She thought about the situation and the very fact that it was Tati, Riley and her that were going to be attacking. Considering the baby and Ash, it was obvious that Jack had to stay behind. Ash wasn't in condition to help anyways. What a bad luck to be hit back then, but at least it wasn't fatal!

She looked at the skies as Tati came over to the back of the truck and opened it. Weather was still going bonkers. Anyways she quickly put the handgun she picked for herself and tucked it away in her clothing, before also picking a knife. She was actually missing a knife. She had her baseball bat, but that wasn't usable under all situations and a knife was simply a good thing to have at hand all the time. A useful tool and weapon it was.

Everything prepared and all equipment checked, Amelia quickly joined by Tati, waiting for Riley to also get ready. She really didn't want Riley to join though... It was going to be too dangerous, but at the same time she couldn't insist on Riley not helping since Jack was with his son and Ash was shot. So instead she just threw really concerned glances at Riley.” I'm ready...” Amelia said quietly and also looked at Tati. This new Tati was so different from the one Amelia used to know. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing frankly. Then again she too had changed after Newnan... She just hoped this Tatiana was going to be as trusty as the one back then." The plan sounds good..." She said quietly, having to agree with what Tati told them.