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Knocking back what was near, if not upwards of, his tenth shot of Jose Cuervo as he turned the knob to the stereo he’d found in his apartment. Luckily, the disk inside the CD player was one he’d come to know very well throughout his travels in the rodeo; Tim McGraw. And goddammit, if he didn’t know the track number to every song... Number 6 was the one to get Austin’s party started every time. Whether or not he decided to put on a show tonight, he would definitely be bringing someone home with him.
“Girl you’ve never known no one like me
Up there in your high society
They might tell you I’m no good
Girl they need to understand
Just who I am”
Austin rocked his hips with the bottle of tequila in his right palm, a smirk played on his face as he sang along to the verse, then the chorus. Taking a particular interest to a figure he saw in the crowd, he pointed and winked, stepping closer to straddle the person. All in good fun, right? The liquor already had a hold of him, and it wasn’t going to let go any time soon, especially not with his favorite stripping song on.
“I may be a real bad boy.
But baby I’m a real good man.”
Jamie mutters to herself as she stood in the lobby geared up and ready to go. Gun in holster? Check. Ammo in pockets? Check. Knives? Check. Jon's machete? Check. She's about to head out the doors, but the thought of having Jon's machete instead of her trustworthy axe makes her take pause. She unsheathes it from it's carrier on her hip and tests the weight "You better not crap out on me..." Jamie's talking to the blade as well taking a big at Jon wherever he was in the afterlife. While she had forgiven Jon for his shit, a part of her would always be bitter about that argument and for leaving her... twice. Jamie returns the machete to her hip and is about to sling her bags over her shoulder when she sees a familiar head of blonde hair approaching her, a person that kept his promise and never left her when they went out there. "Hey there, cowboy." she smirks.
Who: Jonathan, alone.
What: Panel team, making it back to The Wexley.
When: Event Three
Following behind the van to the building they would be ripping the solar panels from, he did the best he could to help the others with the loading. Knowing he was one of the strongest of the group, he'd had no problem in doing so.
As the van finally became loaded to the brim with the panels, Jon began the cleanup of any left behind tools or knives and shoved them into his bag. In doing so, he heard the bangs of the fireworks come to a halt and looked around the streets of New York, spotting a very massive hoard of the undead pushing their way through the now much more slender streets toward his home. Shit. He fumbled around for his bag and guns which he'd taken off to help with the panels, when a face popped into his mind. "Abby." He breathed out her name hopelessly, knowing there was no way for him to make it through the streets in time to beat the herd.
Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he struck an idea. As he raced down the stairs of the building, he made it to his motorcycle in time to drive himself away from the zombies. This time he wouldn't take the chance to kill any of them until it was absolutely necessary for him to survive, not wanting to be caught in a mess he wouldn't come out of. His engine roared itself to life with the twist of the key in the ignition, and as he popped it into gear, he raced to the front of the herd. Jon knew the walkers would be distracted by the noise of his motorcycle, so he decided to take a chance. He slid his still running motorcycle into the opposite direction of which he would run, distracting many of the flesh eating not-so-much humans behind him.
He took off with lightning speed toward The Wexley, making it to the back of the building before any of the zombies did. Running, he jumped into the air and caught the edge of the first floor balcony railing. Swinging himself over the ledge, he continued to each balcony above him, climbing railing after railing until finally reaching the roof top where he would be able to make it inside and back to his home. Racing down the stairs he could only think of one word to keep himself going from the tearing pain in his shoulder blade, which must have come from the jumping and swinging of balconies. Abigail.
Standing in the lobby as everyone was either choosing their partners or deciding to stay solo for the run, Sunny quietly loaded the packs of fireworks she would think most useful for a distraction. Her plan; Light one, run, light another, run. To draw the walkers into a semi closed off area would prove to be a difficult task, but she was more than positive that she could handle it.
She refused to make eye contact with anyone, except for Justin, whom as soon as she'd seen, she ran to kiss him. After she'd said her "See you later." to him and embraced him in a hug, she pulled her hair up into a messy bun and tightened her shoe laces. Grabbing her backpack, she looked to the door and decided she was ready to head out. Back pack on, bow in hand, all black out fit, and knife latched to her belt, she was ready. Sunny headed to the door, stopping in her tracks as someone stepped directly in front of her, almost causing her to crash into him.
Sunny was beyond ecstatic that Mr.Hightower had agreed to let her go out on a supply run with the others. Grabbing the biggest backpack she'd owned, she'd emptied it and put only a water bottle and protein bar in it, just in case. She didn't know how long she would be out there, might as well be prepared to stay the night somewhere if necessary.
She was slightly disappointed that she was paired with Tessa, only because she knew that if anything happened to her out there she'd be left for dead. She had braced herself all morning for this run, doing stretches and pumping herself up, thanking herself for resting the day before.
Donning a pair of black yoga pants, a pink sports bra, black windbreaker, and her most comfortable running shoes, she'd loaded the nearly empty backpack and her quiver full of arrows onto her back. Sunny had practiced shooting with Tess as much as she could throughout the week, even learning to shoot a gun decently. She could now hit a target from very far away, and even be dead on whilst moving and shooting. That was a blessing, because she was speedy and could maneuver around things with a quickness if she had to. Sunny still had some training to do in the strength and stamina department, but her speed and agility were at its prime, thanks to Caleb's hand to hand combat training.
She'd decided she was ready after pulling he blonde locks into a ponytail, wearing mostly black in case they'd needed to hide in dark places or make a run for it at night. After leaving a note to Justin explaining where she was going to be for the day, she'd walked down to the lobby to find Tess and a few others already waiting for her. "Hey." She smiled to the woman who had done such a great job in training her, hopeful Tess wouldn't be too careless of about her if something did happen out there.
