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Maya looks up at him again, "Now we got each other. In the morning I'll got out and look for supplies. You stay here and keep this place safe. I don't want your leg getting worse." She just sits there in front of him. "If I'm right we passed a small grocery store on the way here. I think it is just down the street."she said.

((Thanks it's Rick Grimes from the Walking Dead.))
Jon,
Looking to Maya, Jon nods in response.
-"Sounds good."

Buck,
Henry regroups with the group, Tony still stands where he's at, trying to convince 'Wesley' to come back out of the kitchen. In compliance, Wesley emerges with three other prisoners, all dawning orange jumpsuits. Two of the three are heavyset African-Americans, one of which is wearing a bandanna around their head. The third man is Mexican, he wields a piece of wood with nails embedded in it.
-"Who are they?" The Mexican asks.
-"They call themselves "The Raiders"." Tony responds.
The Mexican laughs.
-"The Raiders?" He says.
-"Anthony, shut up." Wesley says.
-"F*ck you Wesley." Anthony says, turning to him.
Wesley glares at Anthony who returns his attention to the Raiders.
-"So what the f*ck are you guys doing here?" Anthony says, approaching them.
Buck's grip tightens on his Colt, Anthony notices, stopping mid walk.
-"We're looking for supplies & other survivors." Buck responds gruffly.
Anthony nods, puckering his lips.
-"Ight, well we got both." Anthony says smiling his somewhat toothless smile.
-"What the hell are you doing Anthony?" Tony asks, turning to Anthony.
-"I'm doing something called hospitality." Anthony says with a smile.
Anthony turns back to Buck, running his hand through his short curly black hair before stroking his goatee.
-"So, Raiders right? Why you guys called that?" Anthony asks.
-"I guess it was fitting for what we do." Buck responds with a smile.
-"& what is it you do?" Anthony asks.
-"We Raid." Buck says, his finger wrapping around the trigger.
-"Raid, what you mean steal supplies?" Tony asks.
-"That & tear apart groups & take only the strongest & healthiest from their group." Buck responds.
Anthony turns to Tony then looks to Wesley. He laughs before turning back to Buck.
-"Well that's violent." He says.
-"What isn't nowadays? We're adapting, evolving to this new world." Buck says.
-"By tearing apart humanity?" Tony asks.
-"To the contrary, we're forging a new empire, a stronger humanity."
-"You guys are f*cked up." Wesley says.
Anthony turns to Wesley, an angry expression shows on his face.
-"W-we mean no harm, just take what you want, but please don't kill us." Tony says.
Anthony nods. Buck smiles, raising his gun. The rest of the Raiders raise their's.
-"Please, no!" Wesley begs.
Buck aims his gun at Wesley, firing a bullet into his head.
-"Holy sh*t!" The man wearing the bandanna screams, raising his hands.
-"Your supplies, all of it, now!" Buck commands.

Maya lays back down on the mattress next to Jon. She curls up and goes back to sleep. Once morning hits she is heading out find supplies, Maya knows that they don't have enough supplies to last much longer.

Buck,
Anthony & the man wearing the bandanna scramble into the kitchen, Tony awkwardly stands, the other unnamed man stares down at Wesley's corpse, blood had formed around his head, staining the white tiled flooring. Buck commands Andrew to check over Wesley's body for anything of value. Unfortunately, Wesley only carried a pen. Tony glares at Andrew as he stands from his crouch. Andrew puts off a smile as he spits on Wesley's face, his eyes still open, a bullet hole labeled the upper right of his forehead. Tony tightens his fists, tensing up. Buck's colt points at Tony who loosens his fist. Andrew returns to the groups side, Tony looking on them all as Anthony & the bandanna man return with cardboard boxes. Buck slowly approaches the boxes, crouching beside it, peering into it. Cans of soup, batteries, & frozen meals rested inside the box. Buck picks up the box & returns to the front of the group, handing the box to Tom. Returning his attention to the prisoners, Buck smiles.
-"Thank you for your cooperation." Buck says.
-"F*ck you." Tony says.
Buck's smile turns to a frown. Buck approaches Tony who stood away from the other prisoners. Stopping in front of Tony, Buck towered over him, staring down into his glare. Buck's left hand squeezes his cheeks, exposing his lips & a small hole that formed. Raising his Colt, Buck fires a bullet into the air, Tony & the other prisoners flinch, the barrel becomes hot. Tony fidgets, but Buck keeps him still as he places the hot barrel into his mouth. Tony screams in sheer pain. His hands grip around Buck's large hands which push the barrel down Tony's throat. Buck laughs at Tony's pain.
-"Let him go man!" Anthony says.
Buck disobeys, letting the barrel burn Tony's throat, his screams become louder, he's crying now.
-"Please!" The bandanna man begs.
Buck smiles at the bandanna man, he pulls the revolver from Tony's mouth & throws him to the ground. Tony grips at his blistered mouth & his throat, still crying. Buck turns to the man wearing the bandanna.
-"What's your name?" Buck asks.
-"Martin." He responds.
-"Let's see how tough you are Martin." Buck says, pointing his gun down to his right knee cap.
-"Please man, don't, I'll do anything!" Martin pleads.
Buck fires a bullet into each knee cap, Martin collapses to the floor, grasping at his bleeding knees, crying & rolling around.
-"Holy f*ck man!" Anthony screams.
Anthony is about to move towards Martin before Buck raises his Colt to him.
-"How tough are you?" Buck asks.
-"W-what?" Anthony asks.
-"How tough are you?" Buck repeats.
Anthony looks to the other man standing who looks in sheer fear to Anthony.
-"I-I don't know." Anthony says, his eyes looking to Martin who cries in agony.
-"Let's see how tough you are." Buck says, pulling out the Bowie knife from it's sheath & quickly approaching Anthony.
((Welcome to the Salty Spittoon, how tough are ya?))

Buck,
Anthony slowly backs away, as Buck gets closer, he swings his fist at Buck, but it is quickly countered & Buck breaks his wrist, exposing bone. Blood pours from Anthony's wrist & he cries out in pain & agony. Jerking his hand back, he tries to run off before Buck grabs him by his shoulder & thrusts him to the ground. A loud thud marks his fall & Buck tackles him. Anthony's legs kick under Buck's weight, but he keeps Anthony steady. Anthony manages to get his left hand out & punches Buck across the face. Buck grunts & grabs his left hand. Taking the Bowie knife, Buck stabs it through Anthony's hand, blood splatters on Anthony's face as he cries out again. Slowly pulling the blade out, Buck slams his fist down on Anthony's face, the snap & breakage of his jaw sounds throughout the room. The other prisoner watches in fear, to afraid to assist Anthony. Anthony tries to speak but as he does, Buck plies his mouth open wide. Anthony jerks his head around before Buck slams it down on the tile flooring. Buck reaches into Anthony's mouth & pulls his tongue from it, using the Bowie knife, Buck presses it against Anthony's squirming tongue, his eyes dart to the knife.
-"NO! PWEAS!" Anthony begs puffy like.
Buck smiles as he squeezes the knife downward, slowly chopping off Anthony's tongue. Blood sprays over Buck's fingers as the portion of Anthony's tongue is held high before the Raiders. They hesitantly laugh & cheer as Buck throws it across the cafeteria. Anthony grabs at what remains of his tongue, crying & screaming. Buck stands from Anthony, & turns to the last prisoner who raises his hands. The prisoner glares at Buck.
-"Your name?" Buck asks, wiping blood on his jeans.
-"F*ck you." The man says.
-"What a nice name." Buck says.
Slowly approaching the man, Buck grins, raising the knife eye level to the man who slowly backs away.
-"Well "F*ck You", we're gonna have some fun!" Buck says enthusiastically as he grins.

Buck,
Quickly turning to the sound of a females voice, Buck watches as Mark is stabbed through the head with what appeared to be a shank.
-"Well, well, well boys, looks like we've found the strongest in the group.
The Raiders turn their guns to the female who dawned tattoo's.
-"A woman, strongest?" Leon laughs.
-"Now, now Leon, let's not be sexist." Buck says, paying no attention to the other prisoner.
Two other prisoners emerge from cover, carrying melee weapons. Buck pulls back the hammer on his Colt. A tall man & a scrawny white guy stand close to Megan, covered in swastikas.
-"Oh look, Neonazi's, how fun." Buck says with a grin.
The tall man growls.
-"Relax Rex." Buck says approaching the man.
Though this man stood an inch lower than Buck, he was still slightly intimidating. Buck grins at the man.
-"Hail Hitler, am I right?" Buck mimics the stereotypical German accent.
The Raiders laugh & Buck shares it with them.
-"We ain't afraid of you." The scrawny one says.
-"Oh really?" Buck asks, peering down at him.
The man's eyes peer up at Buck who's beady eyes stare back.

Buck,
-"Do you know who we are boy?" Buck asks.
-"A group of murderers." The man replies.
-"Not murderers, no, but a group of strong people. We're the Raiders." Buck says.
-"What's the difference?" The woman asks.
-"The difference-Buck says, turning to the woman-Is that we work as a group, survive." Buck says with a wicked smile.
Buck strolls past the large man & down to the woman. He stares down at her face & then to her cleavage.
-"You've got some rocking titties." Buck says laughing.
The Raiders laugh with Buck before he's slapped across the face by the woman. Prepping their guns, the Raiders aim at the woman
-"Settle down men." Buck says with a laugh.
-"You've got a fight in you, I like that." Buck says.
Buck grabs the woman by her throat & raises her from the ground. She clings tightly to Buck's left hand & struggles.
-"Look at her squirm!" Buck laughs.
-"Put her the f*ck down." The tall man announces.
-"Or what hoss." Buck says, his grip tightening.

Buck,
Keeping a firm stance, the Raiders aim their guns at the tall man who tenses up again. His expression is pure anger & his scrawny friend imitates this expression. Buck laughs, these guys are practically nothing to him, but Buck decides that she is too important to waste, she had potential, & so did hoss, but the scrawny kid would probably be a problem. Buck sets the woman down, she gasps for air, stumbling backwards into a pillar. Hoss helps her up, patting her on her back as her reddened face returns to its natural pale color. She glares at Buck, rubbing her neck where a red squeeze had been left.
-"Now, you three are valuable to me." Buck moves on.
They pay little mind to Buck's starting to words.
-"Allow me to retort, you are the strongest of the prison, am I right?"
The scrawny man looks to Buck & swallows before nodding.
-"Y-you can say that." He says in compliance.
Hoss looks to Scrawny, his expression is grim.
-"After all, you're skin heads." Buck says.
The woman looks to Buck.
-"What do you want?" She asks aggressively.
-"Your cooperation." Buck responds.
-"F*ck you." She responds.
Buck smiles then laughs.
-"Alright, how about you Hoss?" Buck asks, turning to Hoss.
Hoss frowns, he shakes his head, returning his attention to the woman.
-"& you Scrawny?"
Scrawny looks to Hoss & the woman. They stare back at him with worried expressions.
-"How're we supposed to survive if we don't have anything to eat or drink, or even defend ourselves?" Scrawny asks the two.
-"We've gotten this far, Gabe." The woman says.
Buck looks to the woman.
-"You won't survive past the next week in this condition. Half your inmates are dead, the only weapon you have are your fists & that piece of sh*t shank, & your food, well it depends on how much you consume, all in all, you're doomed if all them fried brains get past your make-shift barriers." Buck says.
The three look upon each other.
-"We can't just forget that this guy killed Wesley & injured Martin, Tony, & Anthony." The woman protests.
-"He's right though, we won't survive in here with all that we've got, there's no way. I say we go with him." The big man says.
-"Wise choice Hoss." Buck says.
-"It's Negan." He says aggressively.
-"Whatever." Buck responds.
Buck looks to Gabe & Negan, they join the ranks of the Raiders who stand before the woman.
-"You comin or not?" Buck asks.
The woman looks amoungst the Raiders, her eyes landing on Negan & Gabe.
-"Come on Megan, you'll be the only one left in this prison if you don't." Gabe says.

Noxi helped get everyone out.
They managed to find a small apartment building, a zombie was shambling around, but with a quick thrust of a butcher knife it was dead.
"T-This'll have to do..." Noxi mumbled as she got out the roll of bandages from her bag and began to dress her wound.

Jack is still following matt

Noxi sighed, thinking back to the incredibly rude things she had said to him... she stood up and looked him in the eye. "I hated you."
Before he could say anything else, she hugged him, "Because goddamn it you made me worry so badly..."

Noxi smiled slightly, "I have my own..." she took her thermos from her knapsack, "T-Thanks... though" she took a drink, a few drops dribbling onto her hoodie, she didn't seem to mind though.

((You never responded to Noxi's last post))

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Noxi smiled slightly, "I have my own..." she took her thermos from her knapsack, "T-Thanks... though" she took a drink, a few drops dribbling onto her hoodie, she didn't seem to mind though.

((I dunno D:
If they come back then they can continue rping with us, howzabout that?))

Noxi stood up, feeling a little woozy from blood loss, "I want to go to the couch" she said as she walked over and sat on the said couch.
"And I want to see... eh, a smile" she chuckled as she ruffled his hair, "The world hasn't ended yet"

Noxi sighed, "At the moment, I doubt they give a ­ about us... well, they might be mad that we didn't have food for them, but I doubt they know where we went, don't make loud noises, and don't go out onto the balcony," she pointed to it, outside the sliding glass door, "Unless it's dark"

Name- Joseph Williams
Age(Between 17 & 50)- 24

Birthdate(Month/Date)- December 11th

Gender(Male/Female/Both)- Male

Ethnicity(Caucasian/African-American/Asian/Etc.)- Caucasian

Physical Appearance(Facial/Body/Etc.)- Six feet two inches. Brown hair. Hair is, for the most part, poorly groomed. Facial hair is cut back once every two days with a pair of scissors. Wears a small digital watch on his right hand. It tells military time. He wears a pair of small dark brown glasses, tilted slightly to the left because the god-forsaken thing moves *ever so slightly* to the left whenever he tries to fix it.

Clothing- A dark brown overcoat. It has way too many pockets than what would be practical. It's heavily used and stained, along with being three sizes too big. To compensate, the sleeves are almost always rolled up. Underneath that, he normally wears one of his three collared shirts that survived the apocalypse, all of which are earth-toned shades of green and brown. He has one pair khaki shorts, one pair of jeans, and one pair of heavy winter pants. For footwear he has one pair of heavily worn extra-extra wide pair sneakers, which are impossible to find both before and after the apocalypse. He also wears a bulky backpack, which has gotten increasingly empty in the passing weeks.

Personality- Now, understand that I want to make my personality show through more as I play, and this will be more of a bare minimum. If you require more, I'll post more. He is extremely neutral, to the point of not choosing sides unless he's forced to. Likes being part of a group, but wants to listen more than talk. He believes in never staying in one place for long, unless you have the safest place ever built. He enjoys nature, particularly how quiet and coherent it is. Not exactly a trait, but he has epilepsy, controlled by a rationed four month supply of medication.

Backstory(Optional)- I'll go through this when I'm in the game.

Occupation- Before or after? Before, a student studying for his PhD in Earth Science. After, trader. Wandering the land, catching what he needs and trading the rest. Since he needs medication, and since epilepsy medications aren't in high demand, he easily gets enough pills to get by.

Location- Started off in College Station, Texas. He drove north until his car ran out of gas. Luckily, by that time he had left the plains surrounding College Station, and both Austin and Houston. It was just the barren woods of East Texas by then. He's been traveling for three months on foot, heading towards... can somebody help me out and tell me where everyone is?

Inventory(10 Items or Less)- What qualifies as an item? Is my pill box that takes up about ten square inches really big enough to consider an item that takes up space? Or a canister of short-rifle twenty-two bullets? Those bullets are so small that you could have a ton of them in a relatively small space.

Small/light: A three month supply of epilepsy medications. Sixty seven 22. bullets packed away in a small canister

Heavy/Big: .22 pistol. A full canteen. An AR-15 with iron sights, no scope. Bullets for the AR-15. Walking stick. Snow pants. Snow boots.

Other(Suggestions or the 'Secret Code')- Undead. Also, can someone bring me up to current events, and tell me where most of the story is happening, so I can get there?

Maya wakes up to find herself using Jon as pillow, she smiles a bit. She slowly gets off the mattress, hoping not to wake Jon up. Maya puts her sweatshirt back on. She grabs her backpack and takes out a few items. This way if she so happens to run into those guys again; they can't take any supplies. She puts on her backpack and grabs the bat. Maya walks out of the office and makes her way to door in which they came in.

((Do I need approval to begin, if so, by whom? If I get approved, where is everyone geographically speaking?))