~Will you Survive?~ Closed

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Skye; Huntress; Casey's Group; Meh Condition- tired

She nodded in agreement. "I will always prefer to be outside. But we need to keep it protected if so. The night is already dangerous, but a fire will attract them and quite possibly other survivors as well.." Skye casted a inquiring look. "Yeah, I'm fine- why'd you ask?" The coffee was wearing off now. Skye would not be able to scout and patrol tonight.

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I take Dan's hand. "Yeah, they can go f**k other people. Or groups.". I say with a laugh as i call Ace to come follow us.

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(Reaper is really gonna confuse me haha)
Jackson picked his stuff back up. "I'm going on patrol. You can come if you want, but I need to know the area." He said and grabbed Roscoe and Chester. He held his compound bow, and had an arrow ready and began walking the perimeter of the prison. Occasionally Roscoe would snarl but he assumed it was from walkers. He stepped back when he heard someone.

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Oreo hisses and runs off. "wait!"Camo yells and runs/limps after her cat. She grabs her gun while chasing after her cat

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Roscoe jumped and pulled at his leash at the sight of the cat. Jackson saw that it seemed to be too small to eat, so he pulled the dog back and commanded it to stay. He stayed silent as he waited to see what had caused the cat to run. His bow pointed at where the cat had come from. "Come out." He barked

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Camo pointed his gun to him "Don't hurt her"Camo growled

[Spy ;]

[size=85]Skye; Huntress; Casey's Group; Okay Condition- Tired

Not wanting to be left alone, Skye followed Jackson. While the kid had his bow, she grabbed her crowbar from her bag. Admiral followed reluctantly. One of the dogs growled sometimes, as if they could sense a walker in the area. Suddenly, a cry came. Jackson stepped back and she tensed up. Putting her back against the brick wall leading into an alley, she gave another questioning look, sighing.

"Yo" she said to the cat's owner.

"You shoot 'im, you bring merciless pain to yourself- in the form of hoards of walkers, dearie." She motioned all around us. "Go ahead, shoot the gun."

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Jackson hissed. "this is my territory. I'll do as I please." He snapped back. He readied an arrow and pointed it to her head. "Now what was that?" He asked. He looked to Skye. "Careful." He warned, about ready to drop the leash. Chester was bleating like mad, very unhappy with all the people in the area

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Camo looked at him and grabbed her cat "Who are you?"
"cute...goat"

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"Jackson Ryder. Co-leader of Casey's group. Survivalist extraordinaire. This is Roscoe." He said, pointing to the large black and tan doberman. "What are you doing here?" He questioned. "You're too close. The prison is out of the way for a reason." He added