-*WALKING DEAD RP!*-

[Pulsefire]

John looked at him and briefly raised both eye brows, ,blow their heads off Nikita...' he held his gun to the strangers and waited for Clark to cue the shot...this had better not go bad. Sure, they had weapons..,but other than making them pay he didn't see a reason to risk anymore lives. He didn't doubt Niki or Clark...but he was unsure of how good they could shoot...they could be as bad of a shot as he was when this all started...or as good as he hoped that Nikita was about to be.

-clark-
Clark rose his arm and made a fist with his hand and pointed to the man on the far right. Signaling the shot. John then was assigned to the man in the middle and Clark of course was going to take the shooter.

-bandits-
The two with pistol slowly inched closer, breathing heavily. "WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?! WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?! WHO ELSE DO YOU HAVE WITH YOU?!" the shooter yelled at Clark after he saw the motion he made, obviously signaling something. The looked around in the treeline for a sighn of more people that was with Clark or John and observantly found nothing...

[☠>military brat.]

Nikita took aim and placed her finger on the trigger...'I'll see you in h***' she smirked and pulled the trigger, the other two were up to them apparently. Standing up and putting her rifle over her shoulder, she simply took out her pistol and waited for their signal to come down. She was satisfied that she had hit her target successfully...there is always that concern that something will go wrong.

John simply cocked his head and Removed his target, not really thinking to answer him. 'i don't think that an answer will do him any good after i put a bullet in his head anyway...'

[Pulsefire]

A loud crack from the tree-line behind them erupted and echoed throughout the parking lot and outer city. And the man with the axe dropped to his knees as a round zipped past Clark and into the his chest. Clarks target turned to run to the downed axe man and surprisingly did not engage Clark. But Clark let at his opponent just as John had. When Clark got in range about two feet from his target, Clark unsnapped his left thigh holster and brought out a tomahawk, plunging it into the shooters knee. And he hit the concrete. He rolled over and brought the pistol to Clark, but before he could fore, Clark reacted and took the weapon away from him by breaking his wrist. Clark picked up the man pistol and shot the wounded man that Niki took down in the shoulder and head, then held it to the man he just attacked, which tried to move but all he could do was try and scream from the pain of his wrist and the combat tomahawk in his knee. But clark held his mouth shut, and his gun to his forehead.

-bandit in the woods-
The man knew his teammates would meet their untimely death. And all that was left was to get the leverage on the killers by taking one of their own. So he waited behind the bushes and waited for the Sniper woman to pass, then leapt up and grabbed her from behind. In the struggle, he accidently fired his weapon into the dirt three times but managed to pin the woman down and put a cloth bag over her head....

-Clark-
Clark heard the shots and knew what it was, it was Niki. His heart pounded and he asked john to watch the wounded man and he would get her. So he ran to her position like he had never ran before, almost running to fast for his own balance. "NIKI!!!!!" he franticly screamed

[☠>military brat.]

Nikita shook violently, she couldn't shake free of the man...she resorted to taking out her knife and fighting to get it into him. He was strong and had caught her by surprise, on top of that she dropped her pistol when he jumped her. "GET OFF OF ME YOU B******!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs and only managed to most likely hurt his ears...it was better than nothing.

John looked at the other man furiously, he was tempted to put a bullet In his head...but he would rather just let him suffer like that for a while longer.

[yesterday.]

(thanks for waiting, guys!)

Xaviar sighed, "Thank you," She told Aubrey, "Now, to the trees, get some sleep. I'll take first watch." She said, stamping out the fire. Taking the watch would give Xaviar time to think, and make sure that Aubrey didn't try to take off in the middle of the night. She grabbed her pack and went to the base of her tree, sitting down at it and laying her rifle across her lap.

[ExplodingInk]

Kyla climbed up her tree, laying into the branches staring down at Xavier. She turned, looking up at the moon -- staring at its light she began to hum 'Halleujah' hearing the slight pops of embers puffing out. She knew she wouldn't sleep; she never slept because until the dead rested neither could she. They were always hunting and so she must be alert -- she was the prey and sleeping prey makes for easy game. She let her hand hang, resting against the trees rough bark; thank you mother nature for guardians such as trees she thought.

[☠>military brat.]

Aubrey looked at the ground and then back up...she was frustrated...not only with herself but with them for making her stay. She knew that if she wanted to she could leave...it's not like they were going to kill her to save her life. She couldn't decide between being angry at them or being angry at Nikita. Walking only a little ways to another tree, she climbed up a few feet to the midsection where the trunk goes out and connects to all the branches. It had made a nice little area to sleep, she only bothered to take off her pack and hang it from a higher branch. She kept her crossbow in her lap and her sheath of arrows next to her.

[ExplodingInk]

"Your faith was strong but you needed proof, -- from your lips she drew from you Halleujah," Kyla sang to the moon, her leg hanging as well as her hand now. Staring at the moon she began to whisper the song; a tear falling from her eye. "But you don't care for music, now do ya?" Closing her eyes she pictured peoples faces she has seen -- their faces changing from flesh to rot.. "Halleujah, Halleujah, Halleujah, Halleujah"

[Pulsefire]

Clark came into view of the man trying to pin Niki on the hard ground and his vision grew red with rage as he sprinted closer. Once he got a few feet in front of him, Clark tackled the man as if he wanted to knock over a tall skyscraper. With a force so hard, the mere contact rattled his entire body. He growled with his teeth clenched as hard as he could as he pinned the man down and started to punch him in the face as hard as he could. He could tell after the fith punch he broke his nose but he wasnt satisfied. He drew his pistol from the back of his waistband and held it to the mans head and pulled the trigger three times. Blowing his brains into the dirt below...

Clark sat there, still holding the dead man down, his rage still not calmed and breathing heavily. He almost could have lost Niki if it wasn't for the gunshots. But then he remembered... Niki. He had been so caught up in his anger that he forgot about Niki while beating this man, but yet it was the cause for him to. He looked over and took a deep breath and helped her off the ground and embraced her. He hugged her like it was the last moment he would ever see her... he hugged her with a passion....

[☠>military brat.]

Nikita couldn't decide between being upset about him helping or relieved...she was relieved that he didn't shoot her or whatever he was planning to do...but it irritated her that she had needed the help. She has survived for the entire two years of the apocalypse without that kind of help before...she could definitely take care of herself but...it did make her angry that she wasn't the one to put a bullet in his brain. She didn't fight the hug though, it was nice to have someone care like that...she was beginning to doubt his reasons for being so passionate about killing the guy...and hugging her for that matter. She wanted to say thank you...but she didn't think those words would come out of her mouth without great effort.