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The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

With what seemed to be a long mental delay, Joe introduced himself.

"I'm Joe, and the little lady is Haleigh", he said enthusiastically, pointing at the sleeping girl (who woke up, ate, and then fell asleep again).

He looked at Craig Johnson. "I thought your name would be Lance, because.. You know. You have a lance. That'd be neat."

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

Haleigh laid down by the fire to catch up on rest while the freshly caught animals were supposedly going to be cooked.

Huddled by the fire, Joe looked at Evelyn taking in the information like an overly curious child hungry for knowledge. "Do you think zombies can swim? If the virus uses the brain to bring someone back to life, wouldn't water pressure crush the body and brain? Why not just live on a giant sea fortress? We can grow feed and have an animal farm and everything!"

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

Joe and Haleigh exited the flatbed, with the latter rubbing what little sleep she got out of her eyes.

After taking in the sights of the faire-turned-fortress, Joe noticed the modern day knight dragging animal bodies out of the truck- dinner. And then, a thought.

"...Can animals become.. Zombie animals?", Joe asked as he cocked his head.

Haleigh stared at Joe in disbelief.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

Joe saluted Evelyn and proceeded to load both his and Haleigh's bikes onto the flatbed, leaving Marcus the one to ride out.

"Sorry buddy", he said looking at Marcus. "Made a promise to the little lady's dad that I'd take care of 'er in his place."

The two boarded the flatbed after they finished loading and sat down in the remaining empty space; Joe held onto his sheath and sword while Haleigh's head to nod as fatigue was getting harder and harder to resist.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

#9

Joe sheathed his sword slowly, not trying to make any sudden movements while he was still at gunpoint. As the two entered the truck, he cupped a hand over his mouth. "Hope you know how to siphon gas on your way to wherever! Gasoline tastes like a bitch!"

"...Oh my god. Joe, you can't just yell shit like that!", Haleigh scolded. She turned her head to the truck. "I'm so sorry for my friend's outburst. It's his way of offering our services- you've got the big transport, we've got the scouting and siphoning skills."

She looked back, noting the incoming horde and the now lance-less jouster. "We do not have much time".

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

#9

Joe saw a man jump out from the brush and impale a zombie with a lance. "Hail! Did you see that? Dude jousted a zombie with a lance!"

"We have bigger issues than a knight from the Round Table, Joe..", Haleigh said pointing forwards at the two girls, one holding a gun.

They had two choices: ditch Marcus, or form up on him. They chose the latter, and get caught up to Marcus. "Gun! Gun!", Joe said, panicked; he was regretting their decision.

Haleigh looked into the distance to see the truck they were referring to. Interesting. That truck can come in handy. Looks big enough to carry a couple bikes..

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

#9

Just as the two started their bikes, Haleigh motioned to Joe. "I am all for expanding the group, but tread with caution this time. We don't know what's in that truck, and we don't know if what's inside is friendly. Got it?"

Joe gave her a simple salute, and unsheathed his sword. Haleigh caught up to Marcus, yelling. "If we sense one little hint of unfriendliness, we are leaving. We can't save everyone."

That said, Haleigh fell back next to Joe and the two trailed cautiously and a very safe distance behind Marcus, approaching the truck.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

#5

"...Are we not in Chicago?", Joe asked confused. Haleigh groaned yet again. Damn it. They were there, and now, they are not.

Seeing Marcus suddenly get on his bike and hearing the zombies and their incoming incessant moaning, Joe and Haleigh followed suit, riding closely behind their new comrade.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

#5

Haleigh groaned. "No. We lost the map a short time after we entered Chicago. Do you?."

Joe was leaning back, staying quiet as Marcus suggested the prison-fort and Haleigh groaned about how he lost the map. He was contemplating something that was pretty thought provoking. "...Can zombies swim?"

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

#5

Haleigh and Joe took the canteen and drank from it, and obtaining their reward, put it in the storage compartments of their bikes.

Both of them plopped down near their bikes, forming a sort of biker triangle while Haleigh, after putting away her blowtorch, sighed in relief; he wasn't that much of a threat. "We're from North Carolina. Came here mainly through the interstate after riding our way through a small part of the Appalachian mountains."

"So, where you headed, buddy? Black Mountain? Because that's what we're gunning for- 'the last American bastion for the human race'."