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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Samira

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Location: Heading South Towards Fairmount Dr.
Skills: Anaerobic and Aerobic Capacity

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"I don't know if I'd be comfortable sleeping out here, but I'm sure we'll find something." Sam could build a pretty good shelter but this area was still picked clean and the chance they find a tarp or anything good to protect them or at least conceal them for the night would take a while to find. She'd rather take a chance in going into one of the nearby buildings before the sun goes down.

Sam glanced down at her wound again, her axe was resting on top of her shoulder, as holding it with both hands caused stress on her bruised ribs. "Yeah, we'll find something and we'll all get cleaned up," Sam said with a small smile - though she was exhausted she remained positive. There must be some house here that can stand another night. She thought as her eye scanned the area, but she would follow her companions, they knew this area better than she did.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Samira

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Location: Mary Ann Street, Newnan
Skills: Anaerobic and Aerobic Capacity

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Her fight with the walker had taken out a lot out of Sam, she wondered how much longer they had to go until they could find a suitable shelter. She really wanted to lay down somewhere semi-comfy, you could get used to a lot during world-ending zombie apocalypses, but it didn't mean she didn't dream about a used couch or a questionably clean matress - anything soft would be amazing right now. Sam wasn't one to take baths back when it wasn't a luxury, but she'd trade her whole protein bar stash for just a few minutes with some hot water.

"If you think heading there instead would help us then I'm with you." Sam thought she would need to change her bandage before they lay down for the night and it would prevent unwanted infections if they were inside somewhere - preferably a building that wouldn't crumble down on top of them.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Samira

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Location: Mary Ann Street, Newnan
Skills: Anaerobic and Aerobic Capacity

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"Alright," Sam answered Amelia and as she listened to Ray's reply she chuckled slightly. She could tell Ray was a little more comfortable sharing information, but perhaps it was the fatigue as well. Either way, she was surprised by the man's response. "You're a long way from home -" Sam paused and smiled, "Did you ever get used to the snow?" Even if Miami's heat was harsh more often than not, she much preferred it to this snowy hellscape.

Her attention was diverted to the stumbling undead as Amelia warned her and reminded Sam of her earlier promise. She clutched her axe in her hands and took a deep breath. Alright, this is it. You talked the talk now you gotta walk the walk sister. She whistled at it and instead of going for either of her friends, it turned its broken and half-rotted body towards it with a sickening screech as it started its advance towards Sam. The walker lunged for her, but She easily sidestepped the slower creature, though pain shot up her side from the sudden movement. Her fingers clutched the handle of her axe but before she could take a swing the walker mindlessly, yet relentlessly, tried to grab her.

Sam used her axe to keep the creature back with a grunt, using all of her strength as it snapped and gnarled inches away from her face. While wanting to kick its feet from underneath it, Sam's boot instead snapped the walker's knee out of the worn and barely functioning socket, causing the creature to fall on one knee before her. Breathing heavily, Sam lifted up her axe until the pain in her side was too much to bear and with one quick motion she drove the sharp edge of the axe down into the walker's skull. She closed her eyes and felt wet, cold chunks of blood on her face and upper chest.

The weight of the creature on the end of the axe caused her to go down with it. She let go of the handle just before she hit the ground, and stopped herself from falling face first into the snow and ice below her feet. Sam then turned on her back and stared at the walker's lifeless eye and she remained like this for a moment, breathing hard as she wanted to use every curse words she knew. But instead of doing that, she burst out laughing. Once she her fit of laughter passed she stood up, grunting in pain as her body disagreed with her latest choices in movements. She stepped on the walker's torso and bent down to grab hold of her axe to dislodge it from its open cranium.

Sam turned back towrads her friends, blowing away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. "I always keep my promises," she half-joked with a wink. As she continued pressing on, she had an even harder time hiding her limp.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Samira

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Location: Mary Ann Street, Newnan
Skills: Anaerobic and Aerobic Capacity

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"Anything but food," Sam chuckled as she looked over at her one-legged companion. They were not in immediate danger anymore, as they had managed to get far away from the horde of undead horde that had been close to them earlier. Perhaps a little talking would do them good, and Ray was right, it would make this treacherous walk much less tedious. And besides, Sam was a little tired of hearing her own ragged breaths - through the sound of her footsteps in the snow was somehow relaxing.

As she continued walking, Sam almost lost her footing as she stepped on another long patch of ice and snow. She quickly righted herself as she used her axe to keep her balance, though the sudden movement caused her ribs to sting a little. She glanced down at the wound and was happy to see that it hadn't bled through the bandages yet. Amelia had done a good job of patching her up. Sam figured she would need to change them in the next few hours, hopefully under a roof this time so she could get a closer look at the lacerations. "Are you both from around here? Did you know each other before all of this started?" Sam asked, curious but not suspicious.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Samira

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Location: Mary Ann Street, Newnan
Skills: Anaerobic and Aerobic Capacity

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Sam's shoes crunched on the snow below her feet, each step was careful as she knew this terrain was extremely treacherous. She barely registered Amelia's voice over her own ragged breathing - it felt like they had been moving through these backyards for days. At least, that's what her body's aches and pains were telling her. More like screaming at this point. "Aye aye, Captain." Sam breathed with a really lazy two-finger salute that Amelia wouldn't see anyways since she was leading the pack. She clutched to her axe still, it didn't seem like many walkers roamed around too close to them but Sam had promised Amelia to take care of the next one that got too close and she'd uphold that promise no matter how tired she was.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Samira

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Location: Mary Ann Street, Newnan
Skills: Anaerobic and Aerobic Capacity, Scavenging

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At this point, Sam had no idea how her sore legs covered in cuts and bruises was still able to carry her ass across the street, but somehow they did. She had started to dream about a big juicy burger two streets down, now she imagined the full combo, super-sized. She could almost smell it, and it made her mouth water for a moment. The small game and protein bar she had been living on gave her energy, but that's about it. Taste-wise, it was pretty horrible. She wished she would have packed salt and pepper when the outbreak started, but those luxuries were all distant memories, burger included.

Sam took a moment to watch her surroundings and scan the backyards and wrecked cars for something useful, but unfortunately just as Ray and Amelia had both stated earlier, everything had been picked clean. She wondered if Miami had reached this state of decay yet, if there were still people holding up there, and if perhaps her father had gone map. He had their map after all, and having good nav skills he would know how to go back. She just wished she could communicate with him somehow. She decided if things didn't work out here, she'd go back to Florida. Perhaps her friends would enjoy the warmth over this icy terrain of death, but that wasn't even planned B right now. It might be close to plan D.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Samira

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Location: Johnson Avenue, Newnan
Skills: Areobic and Anaerobic Capacity

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5 miles? Sam thought quietly, as she didn't want to voice her disappointment. Well, 5 miles isn't so bad. I usually run it in under 40 minutes, so walking distance would take twice that. Sam didn't factor in the snow and ice and the fact that they were all injured and exhausted. She couldn't quite decide how much time it would take them to make it to safety, or when the sun would set. "Well, let's get as far as we can and we'll make do with what we have." Sam soldiered on quietly, hissing every few steps and cursing under her breath at the constant pain in her ribs.

She wished her father was there with them, he would know what to do. Sam missed him immensely. There was something about her father's presence that made her feel safe and confident. Even if the firefighter had her fair share of confidence, there was a tiny part of her missing from his absence. She only hoped he found shelter somewhere safe and that she would see him again soon.

Hyperuranion: Dreadnought - Advanced Sci-fi Roleplay

Terra Dyson
96th Bulwark Lancer Division Barracks
0750 hours

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Max entered her captain’s office of her division's barracks on Terra Dyson, nervously fiddling with her uniform. The office is spacious; large windows overlooked the busy trade and military station. Everything was placed in an orderly fashion, everything looked so clean it almost seemed like the office was never used.

Nevertheless, her Captain sat behind his large desk, his dull blue eyes overlooked a 3D map that hung in the air in front of him just slightly above his desk. He was reclined back in his chair, somewhat relaxed when he motioned the soldier to enter with his hand. His name tag read ‘Jones’.

“Sheppard,” The man greeted. He was bulky but balding, which he covered with a beret. Sure, he could get hair implants but that was for fancy pants who needed to make a good impression he thought - and he was way past caring about how he looked. Bunch of limp dicks if you ask me.

“Sir,” Max entered further into the room and stood at attention, motionless, giving the impression that she was calm.

“At ease Max,” Jones nodded at the seat in front of him, “I don’t think this should be so formal.”

“Right,” Max stood by the chair in front of the Captain’s desk. She considered sitting down, but she felt way too jittery to sit still.

Jones chuckled, “Sit.” He instructed firmly, though there was a hint of jest in his tone. As he stood up, the map disappeared and he walked to a very beautiful cabinet in the left corner of the room. He opened the double glass doors and clutched a bottle of Bourbon and two glasses. He turned and watched his soldier heed his instruction and finally sat down.

“You know,” Jones placed a glass right in front of her and poured it halfway knowing the woman could handle her liquor, “I’ve had to say goodbye to thousands of soldiers in my day and none of them I missed.” He paused as he then poured himself a glass and took a sip. He grimaced slightly as the amber liquid burned his throat, “Until now.”

Maxine remained quiet as she took a sip of her drink, then another. Liquid courage was aptly named - she was sad to leave too, but she couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Goodbyes sucked ass, she thought. “Way to make this easier, Cap.”

He sunk back into his seat and reclined backward and then propped his legs up on the edge of the otherwise spotless desk. “You know me, I’m the sentimental type.”

Max took another sip, and instead of the sharp sting, it went down smoothly. She hadn’t had bourbon of this quality in a really long time. “Damn, top shelf?”

“It’s only fitting that a damn good soldier would be served damn good Bourbon,” Jones explained proudly as he raised his glass towards her before tipping it back into his mouth once more.

Max shook her head, her cheeks getting a slightly rosy tint from the compliment. “Speak for yourself, sir.”

“As humble as they come,” he shook his head and chuckled. He then narrowed his eyes at her and added: “Or just a smartass.”

“Both,” she winked at him with a wide grin.

A few quiet moments passed before Jones cleared his throat, “In all seriousness, Sheppard, I’m proud of the work you’ve done and who you’ve to become a soldier. You’ll be a great lead,” Jones took another sip of his drink and added with a tiny smirk, “you’d better not embarrass me.”

“You’ve seen me sing Rebel Yell when I was wasted off my ass - don’t think I could top that.”

Jones let out a loud laugh at the memory, he remembered he had to drag her off stage long after the song had ended. “Don’t sell yourself short, I’m sure you could.”

Instead of taking offense, Max narrowed her eyes and asked with a smirk: “is that a challenge?”

Jones sighed deeply, “God help us all.”

They continued to reminisce about the past few years and Jones gave Max some advice on going forward in her career, which she appreciated deeply. When Maxine joined, she already had a protective brother and father and now she had about a dozen of them. She never complained about it though, her fellow soldiers were like her extended family, and as much as it pained her to leave - her family will grow that much bigger again.

Max and Jones finished both of their drinks, feeling the effects of the strong spirit they had drunk while talking. They stood up at the same time and they shared a brief handshake before the much taller man pulled Max in for a hug, which she returned in full.

“I’ll miss you kid,” the man spoke with a softer tone, emotions running high between the two.

“Nah, you’ll find some other young soldier to harass constantly.”

“And I’m sure your superiors will enjoy when you purposely clog their cabin toilet.”

They both pulled back from the hug, smiling as tears shone in both their eyes. “You remember that?”

“I remember the 1000 push ups I made you do because of it,” he chuckled. "Took you nearly 3 hours."

Max grimaced at the memory, she could almost feel the ache in her arms and chest again. “I block it out of my memory as much as I can.” Sam joked. Once their laughter died down, she looked down awkwardly as a lump began to form in her throat. She really hated goodbyes, probably because they always made her cry and much to her embarrassment, even when they didn’t involve her directly. “Take care Cap, and don't be a stranger.” Max managed to say before she left Jones’ office. She heard a dry chuckle and a deep sigh.

Not only did she hate this, she’d have to do it again with her squad. Ugh, come on, get it together Max. You’ll see them again. Maybe. Wow, you’re a big help. And now you’re talking to yourself, moron. Max quickly dried her tears and made her way through the dull grey corridors, arguing with herself.

Ms. Sheppard, you have just received a message from the Apollyon, it reads classified intel. There’s also an attached file.

“Read it,” Max instructed.

It reads: Captain Sheppard-

Maxine interrupted the VI, “Repeat that would you?” She asked with a grin.

Captain Sheppard?

“Go on,” Max chuckled, still not used to the new title.

Attached is the list of soldiers selected to be part of the Apollyon's Lancer division. Please review their files and notify us if there’s anything you would like to change -

Max interrupted the VI once more, “read me the names, Jon.”

Specialist Mia Davies, of the 33rd Sentinel Lancer Division.

Corporal Axel Sheppard, of the 78th Gambit Lancer Division.

As soon as Max heard the familiar name, all sounds had slowly faded out and she missed the rest of the list spoken by her VI entirely. She stopped in her tracks and almost bumped into an officer that passed her and gave her a dirty look.

What the hell? Why didn’t he tell me?

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Samira

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Location: Johnson Street, Newnan
Skills: Anerobic and Areobic Capacity

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Sam continued the treacherous treck in the slowly melting patches of snow around the houses and she noticed one of the had been made out of red brick. She crossed the front yard of this house, axe in hand as she had promised Amelia that she would take care of the next walker they would encounter. Quickly, they had reached another street, and Sam's hope and optimism came back as they covered quite a lot of ground without interruptions or other jackass episodes - much to her slight disappointment.

Even though Sam hadn't' known these two individuals for long, she got the sense that they were good people. Not to mention that going through something like this did create bonds between people very quickly and very strongly. Sam turned to her companions, she could feel the exhaustion hitting her as her whole body screamed at her when he slowed down her walk, she could feel the dried sweet on the top of her lip and the sweat that ran down her back dried and caused unpleasant shivers. "Not to be that 'are we there yet kid?', but, are we there yet?" Sam asked with a slight chuckle and a wince as a jolt of pain shot through her ribs all the way down her leg.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia, Raymond, & Samira

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Location: Church southeast of Newnan
Skills: Stealth(x6), Athletics(x6), Math(x2), Perception (3x), First Aid (1x)

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“We should head out... as far as we can...” Amelia broke the moment of relaxing, as she looked about, seeing the Walkers about. She was tired yes, but the dangers here were increasing with each passing moment.” We cannot stay here for longer, the more we stay the more the walkers will gather up and not to mention Eden might show up. I do not think they will miss this opportunity as we have scattered up.” She said, throwing a look at Sam.” I... we take a chance by trusting you, but you do not appear to be of them... and you did help Ray so I think it's okey.” She smiled to Sam.

“We should head south east... it's our best bet.” She said quietly, trying to help Sam up, but frankly she didn't do too great job. Yeah... fatigue wasn't gone away. She just didn't notice it as much. Her body still refused to follow at times. What's more the next thing to happen was that cursed coincidence...” You've got to be kidding me.” She said as she stepped onto something that caused very attention causing loud sound.” Let's go...” Amelia added, hoping that they would be able to get far away and maybe get a place to rest where it was a lot safer than in the middle of a field.

Raymond looked towards Amelia and gave her a slight nod, they couldn't take the chance on saying here longer then they needed to. He moved on his own for now, he looked towards Amelia and Sam eyeing them very closely when he looked towards Amelia. He could tell that she was very fatigued since they had left Newnan, and she was also worried about nightfall coming in a few hours. The people from Eden were most likely on their way now, and probably scouring the streets for any stragglers that survived. When Raymond looked over at the newcomer Sam, he took a moment to eye her up and down he could see and tell that she was in a lot of pain from sliding down on the ice.

But she was doing a lot to just keep it hidden, and whenever she tried to help him move he refused. He was enough of a burden already on the two women, he really wished that he had a horse to ride or a new leg, even a car would be better. When Amelia stepped on something he jumped slightly when he heard a loud popping sound, which would most likely draw in the walkers around them towards the noise. "We will make it." Raymond said trying to reassure the two women as he tried to move as fast as he could.

Sam frowned at their comments. Tust? What's this have to do with trust? "Look guys, I come from Miami. I have no idea where I am. I mean, I know I'm north of Miami, but that's about it." She explained with a chuckle and another wince as she took in a deep breath.

Sam was going to ask about 'Eden', whatever that meant, but Amelia seemed to have stepped on something that made a loud ass noise. Growls could be heard as Sam looked at them and noticed that that was sadly loud enough to attract them to their position. That combined with the smell of her blood that most likely still lingered in the air made for a very dangerous mix. Bruised ribs or not, they had to move. Now. Amelia spoke about going East, Sam nodded. "Great, take the lead, Red."

As they ran, Sam tried to spot a house that could shelter them for a bit, but they all looked in bad shape, like the church that collapsed a few streets back. These houses didn't seem to have welcome any guests for quite some time, the wood was probably rotten and weak. Shit, shit, shit. Sam quickly glanced behind and her turned back to the trees ahead. She heard Ray express his optimism, "that's the spirit, there is no way those walkers are going to eat this prime meat."

"Lets head east and then cut south eventually." Amelia proposed, noting the walkers she could see.” If the horde is coming from the bigger road to the west, it's best to hit that direction to gain some distance and then cut south somewhere further up, using the houses as covers to break line of sight...” Was her proposition as they moved and then she noticed the walker so close to them. 6 meters give or take? Maybe less.

She didn't set off another noise bomb, but on the bright side of things, she found the most impressive display of luck! A bat! There was a god damned bat just leaned on the fence nearby! What the hell? Weren't these buildings looted and all since they are so close to Newnan? Maybe, but now her mind was on another thing. She grabbed the bad in motion as she moved, heading for the walker. She had to keep it from getting to the wounded Sam and the legless Ray. As such as soon as she was close enough she swung the bat!

Suddenly in Amelia's mind she was not in the walker infested city anymore! She was in the middle of a stadium, yes! Just like how she dreamed when she was younger, a child wanting to play baseball with the big players! The light of the projectors, the cheer of the crowds and there she was in the middle of the swing when the world froze for a moment. Then the bat connected with the ball and it flew!' HOME RUNNNNNNNNNNNN!' The imaginary spokesman narrator shouted over the speakers as the crowd exploded into cheer! Then it all vanished and Amelia realized that she had jut blasted the head off a walker and had taken a semi heroic stance! She looked at her new weapon and smiled. This was her bat! There were many like it, but this one was now hers!

“Okey let's go... we shouldn't leave potential back biter.” She smiled, happy with her new weapon.[color= 8dc73f]” We should get out of the direct vicinity of Newnan before it's dark... and I don't want to risk taking shelter in any of the near houses after that church nearly fell on our heads.”[/color]

Raymond looked towards Sam and gave her a slight smile and gave her a friendly nod, he didn't want to see anyone else get mauled to death by a bunch of walkers. And he planned on hopefully living through this all and see Tiffany again, as Ray started to follow shortly behind Sam and Amelia. He was still on the fence of either of them helping him move, even though it helped them move quicker it was also risking their lives as well. But he continued to move forward as best as he could when they headed into a yard.

Ray watched as a walker came out of the wood work, then looked around until Ray saw Amelia going for a bat that somehow was left behind. He wasn't expecting much in the way of weapons and gear nearby this close to Newnan either, Amelia managed to grab it and then swinging the bat at the walker's head. The walker's body quickly slumped down dead, he stared at Amelia for a moment. She was certainly a pro with a bat. "Nice hit Amelia, and lets keep moving forward until the sun goes down then find a place to hunker down and figure out where to go after that." He suggested, he wasn't sure how far they were going to continue moving forward, but he at least wanted to find a place to settle if it got to dark.

"Sounds good to me," Sam agreed, not that she could object. She could be standing in the middle of Canada for all she knows. The sun was still making the snow glimmer and shine, making it slippery but Sam somehow manages to follow Amelia without another slip and fall. If it were to happen again, Sam thought she was seriously going to get PTSD. She could never ride roller coasters again, how awful would that be?

Lost in her own thoughts, Sam had lost sight of Amelia for a moment until she found her grasping something into her hands near one of the houses. Sam noted that the houses still looked like major danger zones, she then looked around for a vehicle, thinking it might help their cause, but there was nothing but rust buckets parked around the houses where they were at. Better luck next time, Sam thought.

When she turned back to Amelia, she saw a walker approaching her and saw the baseball bat she was holding in both of her hands. Sam gripped her axe and was ready to jump in and then Amelia batted the walker's head clean off and it was a glorious sight to behold. She would have cheered if they weren't trying to stealth away from a horde of zombies. So, instead, Sam raised her hand and gestured devil horns and whispered loud enough for Amelia to hear: "you rock." Sam gave no objection as they started moving again, she wasn't sure how much more daylight they would have. This snowy hell was hard enough to traverse during the day time, she could only imagine how hard it would be at night.

“Thank you...” Amelia replied, blushing up a little and looked down at her feet, feeling a little shy. She was complimented! She was not used to being complimented and frankly that one strike on the walker seemed almost like it had expanded a good deal of her already running out strength. She looked at the sky, trying to run a quick math calculation, using an estimate of the flow of time since the morning and all the events that had transpired and she actually got a good result on how much time they were left before the daylight was gone.” Not much time is left till sundown. Less than 2 hours.” Amelia mumbled and looked around hurriedly to see something, anything that could help! Then she saw it... their salvation.

“Let's use this!” She said and pointed out an old rusting grill that had wheels!” We can have Ray ride on it and move faster, since time's running out and we should really get out of the vicinity.” Amelia said with rather unusual for her zeal and confidence! In her mind right this very moment it looked like the only logical course of action and dammit she as going to do everything she can to convince Ray and Sam!

Raymond looked towards Amelia when she started to make her way over towards a grill that had a set of wheels on it, suggesting that they could use it to help push him along the road. Ray looked at her and then the rusted up old thing, raising an eyebrow towards her. It was a pretty sound idea to him, and Amelia said that they had less than two hours of daylight left before the sun went down. "Sounds like a plan to me." Raymond said giving Amelia a slight smile as he started to make his way over to the grill and see if it could hold his weight and see if it would actually work or not.

"Good idea! Wait, let me..." Sam doesn't finish her sentence as she goes off and scurries around in the backyard, looking for planks of wood, but find none that are not rotted through or damp to the core and falling apart. Visibly deflated, Sam headed back to rejoin her companions when her foot gets caught on something. She looked down at the object and there it was, the perfect weapon for Ray's new hot rod: a perfectly good shovel! Although a little rusted it would definitely do. Sam couldn't think why wouldn't Ray feel extremely cool riding that BBQ, holding the shovel like a jousting knight. It was truly perfect.

"Do not forget your weapon, sir Ray," Sam spoke in a pretty good sort of Southern British accent as she handed Ray the rusted shovel. She places a closed fist on her chest, close to her heart. "May the Gods be with you." Sam bowed slightly and without any sort of heads-up to Ray, She jumped onto the BBQ with him. "Go forth and-!" And they come tumbling down, like the walls Beyonce built (they didn't even put up a fight, they didn't make a sound.) Sam fell over and for the second time today, her ass was on the cold snow covering the ground. Great job, you're 2/2 for embarrassing yourself in front of complete strangers today.

Sam slowly stood up, glad her ribs haven't been affected by the fall. She looked up at Ray who somehow managed to land on his good leg. She then turned towards the BBQ and she let out a relieved breath as she saw it was still perfectly fine. "Sorry I, eh-" Sam coughed awkwardly as she looked down at the ground, "got a little carried away."

When the grill finally gave in and Ray and Sam found themselves off it, Ray weirdly nimble on his one leg and Sam on her butt. She appeared not really happy about the fact she was again looking silly. Amelia felt as if a veil lifted from her mind when the grill project failed.” We... should get going. It might be able to be fixed to hold, but we've got not the time and I fear in it's current state it might hinder us instead...” Amelia said quietly patting Sam and Ray which was weird for someone so shy as her, but she was so overly tired both mentally and physically, so shyness was not priority right now.

“We should continue east and then cut south probably on the next street or a little after that.” She pointed out and started walking again. This time around she was not causing noise for the moment as the event with the grill had startled her a little which let her gain some invigorating energy for the time being. She walked fast, trying to focus on the soon future when they will have to hold down someone to rest once it starts to get dark. She just wished they got away from the horde behind them. “We need to get far... as far as possible before sun starts setting in less than 2 hours...”

Raymond awkwardly climbed himself up onto the grill, and managed to sit down comfortably on it which was nice to actually sit down for a little bit. He watched as Sam walked off to find something, but instead she manages to find a shovel and then smiled as he accepted the shovel. "Why thank you m'lady." Ray said jokingly as Sam suddenly just had the bright idea to hop up onto his own ride. The moment she did Raymond held tightly onto his stick and shovel that he had in both hands, just as the grill toppled over Raymond managed to gracefully land on his good leg, which was pretty surprising still managing to keep his balance.

Ray tried to hold back a few snickers as he watched Sam land flat out on her ass once more, he reached over to help Sam back up to her feet as best as he could. Though he wasn't paying much attention when his walking stick hit against the metal grill, causing him to jump slightly. Suddenly the whole grill chariot thing wasn't such a great idea to him anymore as he looked at Amelia and gave her a nod. "Lets just keep going.." Ray said as he started to try and keep up with Amelia as she headed down her direction.

Sam chuckled at the pat she received and held onto Ray's hand as he helped her get back on her feet. She nodded at Ray to thank him and pat his shoulder twice. "It could have been great, but I guess it wasn't the best idea ever." Sam paused and scrunched up her face, she turned back to Ray and asked: "Are we going insane? I think we are."

Sam shook her head and followed after Ray and Amelia, as the sun started to go a little farther down into the horizon. She didn't want to think how shitty it would be to navigate this hellscape of snow and trees and walkers at night. She looked at them, eyes peeled for something that could be of help. As they rounded up in another backyard, she spotted something that made her eyes go wide. There it was, their saving grace, in all its glory: a wheelbarrow. "Guys!" She whispered at her companions and pointed at the object in question. "This could work," Sam then looked at Ray, "if you're up for it."

“You probably really shouldn't try...” Amelia started saying when Sam found them another wheeled... tool for not really bright action scenes to happen. It reminded her of some funny vids on the internet way back now. Still her sentence was interrupted as she felt a suddenly wave of fatigue. Actually it may not have been as sudden as it felt, but she suddenly halted in a place for a moment, feeling it harder to keep moving now. She had to lean on a few things slightly, only to cause quite the noise when she broke something or stepped onto something that made noise. Not to mention her breathing was rather loud and her steps heavy.

Raymond gave Sam a friendly smile and nod, it certainly felt like a small skit on an episode of Jackass trying to get a ride on a grill. "We may or may not have seen some really weird shit earlier while we were escaping in our minds." Raymond said softly shuddering at the images he had seen earlier in the day. Ray continued to move forward until Sam caught his attention and saw that there was a wheelbarrow. He looked towards Amelia and saw that she was having a harder time moving, she was really looking exhausted.

Raymond moved over towards Amelia and laid a hand on her shoulder and looked at her with a concerned look. "Hey, you okay Amelia?" Ray asked, knowing that they didn't have much time before the sun would go down. "I don't think that would be a good idea." Ray said, they were all hurt, and exhausted and it wouldn't be right for him to be sitting in a wheelbarrow while the ladies pushed him around. "Do you need a minute or two to rest?"

Sam made a mental note to ask Ray about the 'really weird shit' he saw as they continued to move forward. They haven't covered a whole lot of ground, mostly because of their recent antics, and Sam was starting to think the only way they would not get eaten alive was if they found a vehicle or a house that wasn't completely rotted through. She glanced around as they walked, but the houses didn't seem to be better than the last ones and there didn't seem to be a functional car nearby.

Sam turned towards both of her companions as she walked, "is there a main road, or highway near? Looking for a car might make our lives easier." That was probably her best suggestion yet, then again, Sam thought their priority should be to find a shelter. They could look for a car after they've rested. This is a been a long, painful and stressful day.

“No...we do not have a minute or two to spare...” Amelia replied breathing, but trying to keep it now under control and as quiet as possible. She also was moving now on places where her steps didn't make noise now. She was keeping up, but damn if she didn't feel like dropping any moment now. Fatigue was real and building. Maybe bringing Ray up and down that rubble did put her beyond the breaking point after all. She wondered what muscle pain she'd have after this tomorrow.

“Not an option...” She replied to the other woman, still focusing on the path ahead to the next street.” The bigger street's behind us... swarmed by walkers...” Amelia mentioned.” Besides most things around here were looted of anything of use as far as I know. It's in close proximity to Newnan so...”

Raymond looked at Amelia declining for a few minutes to rest, he really didn't want to see her fall behind and she was really looking fatigued which was what was worrying him. "Alright." Raymond said softly as he started to move forward using his makeshift walking stick to support his weight and continued to move forward. He started to make his way a little bit ahead of the other two women. Ray looked over his shoulder towards Sam when she asked if there was a road and maybe a vehicle that they could use to get forward faster.

The vehicle was very doubtful since there were so few out this way and they were still fairly close to Newnan as well their former home. He really wished that they had some kind of transportation, the wheelbarrow would have been good, but it would require them to push someone. "Sadly we have pretty much looted what rides we could scavenge either from parts or they were just dead beyond use." Ray said remembering his brief times working on some of the cars there. "Hopefully there is some if we are lucky." He said softly, but it was doubtful that there was a working ride at the moment.